Chapter 17 - Fainted: Mudsdale

Author's Note:
I lost Salazzle earlier in Aether and decided against reviving her. Toxic and Venoshock are a great combo, but she just didn’t have the HP or defense to pull it off. She could rarely last more than a single turn in combat, and I had a lot of headaches juggling switches to keep her alive. In the end, she was a cool Pokemon with a cool design that just couldn’t keep up with late-game opponents. RIP, Dragon Rage Bitch.

Unfortunately, this meant I ran the entire Foundation short a ‘Mon, and Continent had to pull more than his weight. He fought like a champion, but a lucky crit eventually dragged him down. Still, I’d say he earned another chapter.

Kink Warning:
Cum all the way through/cum vomit.

Current Party:
Zip the Magnemite. Trill the Golisopod. Bahamut the Shelgon. Po the Pangoro. 

Continent the Mudsdale, knocked out by Guzma’s Vikabolt in the Aether Paradise.

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Paniola Ranch had all sorts of equipment meant to make the breeding of Pokemon easier. You couldn’t rely on a daycare center when you were talking about Pokemon worth millions of Pokedollars each, so must farms and ranches tended to handle the business themselves. Tending to their herds of Miltank, Taurus, and other domestic Pokemon and dealing with the often sticky business of bloodlines, lineage, and breeding. 

Pokemon breeding wasn’t anything that had ever interested Abby. What was the point of being that close to that many hot, heavy cocks, and not getting to enjoy them yourself? Hell, half the time they just 'milked' the Pokemon, which had interested her at first until she'd realized it involved specialized equipment and absolutely no hands-on work, at which point she'd dismissed the whole thing as a baffling waste. No, battling was Abigail's true calling, it got her heart pounding like nothing else, and helping her Pokemon blow off steam was the kind of perk that made a girl feel a little faint. 

But breeding aside, all that ranch equipment could still be useful if you were a dirty little pervert. 

It was well only well after nightfall that Abby had snuck onto the Ranch, past sleeping Pokemon in the fields and into a shed, tucked away at the corner of the farm. The door had been locked, but when you had Pokemon who could cause small earthquakes or breath fire, a little padlock wasn’t much of an obstacle. Inside the shed, Abby grinned as she spotted her prize, a black rubber tube, nearly as big as she was, mounted on two metal legs. A breeding dummy, meant to save a poor Pokemon the trouble of being mounted by an eager male. The Breeders could just get the stud going, get him to fuck the dummy, and take all that wonderful cum to inseminate half a herd.

What a damn waste. It offended Abby, in a way. It was so… sterile. So sad and boring. There was no love, no passion. It was clinical and cold and both Pokemon deserved better than a hump of a dummy or the squirt of a syringe. 

“So, really, this is less breaking and entering, and more striking a blow for Poke-kind,” Abby told her companion conversationally as she ran a hand along the surface of the dummy and then threw her weight against it, testing to make sure it was sturdy. The thing didn’t even budge and she grinned. 

“We’re seizing the means of reproduction, Continent. Striking a blow for the people - Pokemon, whatever!”

Continent, her Mudsdale, rolled his eyes and snorted, obviously not in the mood for his trainer’s silly games. Which wasn’t his fault - after all, Abby had spent a good hour teasing him already, working the poor Pokemon until his dick was bluer than it was black, his balls churning as his cock twitched and leaked all over itself. Spit and lipstick were smeared along his length, and his cock drummed against his belly, slapping wetly against his fur as he huffed and snorted, one hoof pawing at the ground and leaving scrapes on the concrete. 

Shimmying out of her shorts, Abby grabbed the dummy and yanked herself up onto the silicone surface. Built to withstand a Taurus in full rut, it didn’t even shift under her weight as she got comfortable, tits pressed against the thick tube, thighs wrapping around it. Reaching back, she gave herself a light little spank, the noise drawing Continent’s attention. She heard him snort, hooves clattering as she moved over to her, huffing and snorting as he moved into position. 

“I’m ready big guy,” Abby grinned, her arms tightening on the dummy, tense with expectation. She’d spent a whole lot of time getting herself and Continent ready, but this still wasn’t going to be easy. He was lubed up, and so was she, but… fuck, he was a big boy~

The dummy may have been built to withstand a Taurus, but it still creaked in protest as Continent mounted it, hooves digging into the silicon under Abby’s sides, ripping the stubborn material as he fought for grip. Those big hooves could have hurt her, but Abby trusted her Pokemon - even with Continent huffing and snorting, jabbing his cock forward into her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. Punching forward with each wild thrust of his hips as he searched for…

He felt warmth and wetness, and jammed forward, letting out a loud whinny of triumph as his huge, flared head drove forward. Crushing through any resistance before Abby’s body could even try to stop him, cramming into her warm depths as she let out a gasping, shuddering moan. She knew they didn’t have much time, there was no way either of them could keep quiet for very long. But she’d gotten Continent so worked up that it wouldn’t take long.

His first thrust nearly knocked her off the dummy, and her shaking limbs had to tighten to keep from being shoved right off the front. She could hear the metal under her groaning as Continent threw his whole weight against it, snorting and stamping his hoof as he bounced his hips, working and shoving his cock further into her ass. He could feel himself grinding against the dummy beneath his trainer, his cock bulging her stomach and pressing against the silicone through her body. 

Not that he cared. He didn’t care about anything at that moment except getting more. He wasn’t even in up to his medial ring, and he could already feel his climax rushing up, all of Abby’s teasing leaving him with no stamina now that she was wrapped tight around his growing flare. His hooves clattered on the concrete as he shifted around, hips bucking almost on their own as he tried to get a better angle. Abby was gripping the dummy for dear life, eyes rolled up in her head as the massive stallion drove into her, rocking her body around with each rough thrust. 

But she was a trooper, locking her arms tight and giving him the leverage he needed, his cock sinking further, his medial ring knocking against her puffy, abused little pucker. And the tighter she hugged herself to the dummy, the more pressure she put on his flare, and that was driving him crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

“Muuuuuud!” he whinnied, giving one last thrust, his ring squeezing into Abby’s tight ass with a pop. It was enough, after so much teasing he was already cumming, his hips humping the air, rocking Abby around as his balls dumped their thick, cum-rich mud into the dark-skinned trainer. Filling her guts with gooey cream as he came and came like a firehose turned on to full. Abby could feel him filling her, feel the heat as it spread and washed through her body, felt her stomach trying to bloat under the load - but her tight grip on the dummy meant there was absolutely no give, and with his flare plugging her up, there was nowhere for it to go.

The only warning the poor trainer had was a sense of fullness, and a faint taste of cum - and then she gagged, shoulders shaking as she heaved - a thick wash of Pokecum spilling from her mouth, splattering across the dummy in front of her face. A rich load of virile cum left her tongue coated with the taste of her partner, clinging and potent enough to make her burble in pleasure, More cum bubbled from her nose and another wave poured from her mouth, splashing down onto the concrete and filling the shed with the smell of sex and jizz. 

Gurgling, her eyes rolled up in her head, Abby slapped the side of the dummy. Even lost to pleasure, his cock jerking as it fired off another long, thick tide, Continent recognized the signal. With a snort of annoyance, he pulled back, lifting Abby into the air before she tightened her grip, fighting the sheer tightness of her body as her partner tried to pull out. It was like tug-of-war, her ass refusing to let go of that fat, equine fuckstick. But with a lurid squelch and a pop, Continent finally came free.

He only had a few more cannon shots left, but each one was bigger than any four men could have managed together. They soaked Abby’s shirt and drenched her hair, leaving both a sodden and dripping mess. It was so thick it seemed almost to pile up on her curved spine, a gooey puddle that wobbled with every shaking breath she took. 

By the time Continent was done, pushing himself off the dummy and dropping to the floor, the shed’s floor was soaked with cum, splatters of it all across the wall. The dummy's legs were bent, the silicone ripped up from his hooves. The place looked like an absolute ruin - which had rather been Abby’s plan. A half-baked idea that mostly boiled down to fucking to the point of property damage and running away. And speaking of...

Reaching down, Continent bit the back of Abby’s soaked shirt, lifting her up and draping her across his broad back, the half-conscious slut moaning happily as she hugged his powerful body. He could already hear shouting and see lights coming on across the ranch. Turning, he charged out of the shed, Abby bouncing on his back as they left the scene behind, pursued as they fled into the dark.

“Worth~”