Chapter 11 - Fainted: Mudbray

Author’s Note: 
This one came down to a few mistakes on my part. I didn’t know a fight with Hau was coming up, so everyone was a bit underleved. I messed up on my math during the battle itself. And maybe, just maybe, some subconscious part of me wanted to play with horsecock again~


Current Party:
Zip the Magnemite. Leviathan the Gyarados. Ribbon the Sylveon. Queen the Salandit. Bahamut the Bagon. 

Continent the Mudbray - knocked out by Rival Hau’s Tauros in Malie City. 

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Professor Kukui had told Abigail that taking care of her Pokemon after a battle was an important ritual. It helped strengthen the bond between human and Pokemon, and it would drive her Pokemon to give every fight their all. Both human and Pokemon alike would soar together to new heights! He’d meant every word, but he probably hadn’t meant them like this. 

Continent snorted, pawing at the ground with one huge hoof as his trainer rewarded his hard work. He’d finished his battle, and now she was taking care of him. A case lay on the grass next to her, lid flipped open to reveal an array of towels, brushes, and combs. But it was entirely ignored in favor of a much better cleaning tool.

Abby herself.

The young woman pressed her face against Continent’s heavy, leathery sack, groaning softly as the smell filled her nose. Rich, loamy dirt and the tang of salt. Exertion and natural power blended together and given an extra kick by Continent’s thick pheromones. It was an intoxicating smell, and one Abby eagerly drank in, her nostrils stinging slightly as she filled her lungs and sinuses with the earthy smell of her companion. She shuddered, pressing herself harder against him, feeling the dampness of his sweat against her cheek, the humid warmth of him heating up her face as she lovingly nuzzled his balls. 

“I am such a lucky girl,” she purred, half-drunk on cock and loving every moment of it. She pushed her tongue out, tasting the tang of salt as she dragged it along the curve of one full, heavy orb. The little pink muscle was stark against the coal-black pouch, tracing a glistening line of spit as Abby explored from the front of him, all the way back to where his balls pulled up against his taint. She gave the bridge of flesh a little flick with her tongue before dipping back down, continuing her orbit around the other side. She was Magellan, bravely circumnavigating a globe of Pokeballs.

She ended her voyage with a kiss, pressing her plush lips firmly against one hot, firm ball. Placing a single, perfect kiss mark that stood bright against his darkness. Pale blue on dark black, like a beacon in a night sky. It looked so good she had to do it again - and again, marking him with slow, insistent kisses. Pausing only to suck gently on the leathery sack or apply more lipstick, she worked her way along until every inch of those hefty nuts had been properly worshipped. Licked clean of exertion and marked with a loving kiss. 

“Muuuud,” Continent snorted above her, stomping his hoof impatiently. 

“Sorry, dear~” Abby simpered, slowly dragging herself away from the Pokemon’s spit-shined balls. His cock had already spilled from his sheath, transforming from a fat, wrinkled sheathe to an intimidating length that dripped and drooled silty, semen rich cum onto the grass. But she didn’t pause to give it any of the attention it deserved, not even a kiss as she pulled away from her partner. 

Continent gave a bray of betrayed confusion, watching as Abby walked away from him, leaving him pent up and unfulfilled. But thankfully, his trainer wasn’t going far, confusion becoming understanding as she lay herself down on a half-rotted stump, the crumbling wood digging at her back as her head hung off the edge, making the whole world appear upside down. Her hair brushed against the grass, a curtain of black that swayed as she made herself comfortable. And when she was ready, she gave Continent a thumbs up, opening her mouth in invitation. 

And that was all he needed, the Mudbray rushing forward, cock bobbing and swaying beneath him as she practically threw himself at his trainer. The broad, flat head of his cock poking at her cheek and her forehead in his eagerness, leaving clinging smears of thick pre that had Abby practically salivating in eagerness. Eventually, Abigail had to catch him in her hands, guiding him to her soft lips. He had just enough restraint to let her give his tip a kiss, marking his broad head with a lipstick mark before he’d had enough teasing. Powerful hips churned, driving his cock forward into his surprised trainer’s mouth, flare popping past her teeth and driving relentlessly forward. 

Abby’s shoulders jerked as she gagged, Continent plowing straight into her throat without warning or restraint. Powering himself as deep as he could get before hauling his cock back and then driving forward. There was no gentle restraint or skillful flick of his hips, the Pokemon was throwing his whole body into it, rough and unsubtle - and just the thing Abigail loved about him. His cock bulged her throat as he worked, marking his claim over his trainer’s tight throat. Spit splattered each time he drove himself home, splashing across his swaying balls and Abby’s face, her lips kissing his sheathe each time he rammed himself to the base. His cock was decorated in her spit, in globby smears of his own pre, and the brilliant, icy blue of her lipstick. A mark of recognition for hard work, and one that all of Abby’s team was familiar with. 

She’d seen Continent go for hours before, just pumping and working his hips, tongue lolling from his mouth as he brayed and huffed in enjoyment. Thankfully, the training today had seemed to wear him out enough that he was already starting to flag, his cock jerking as his flare grew, strangling Abby more and more as it pressed outward. He was getting close, but Abby could feel her eyes fluttering, her focus going vague as the sheer size of her beloved Pokemon started to block off her air, his wild thrusts making it hard for her to grab a decent breath, 

Her neck bulged as he flared, stretching her throat as she gagged, shoulders jerking. Braying in annoyance, feeling her start to try and pull back, Continent stepped down on his cocksleeve. His front hoof pressing hard against her breast, digging into the soft flesh as he pinned her in place, his hips still humping away, churning her throat as his balls pulled up tighter and tighter against his body.

“Muuuuuuudbray!” he cried, slamming his hips forward, balls slapping against Abigail’s face and covering her eyes. And there they rested, twitching and pulsing as his cock jerked in her throat, dumping his rich load straight into her stomach as his trainer coughed and sputtered beneath him. She could feel the heavy heat of his cum filling her stomach, leaving her full as if she’d just eaten a huge meal. But there seemed to be no end, more and more cum pumping down her throat as Continent rocked his hips against her face, quarter-inch thrusts that rocked the young woman around.

There was too much cum for even that monstrously broad flare to keep trapped, and before he was done it was bubbling up from her lips. Spurting out as the pressure grew, more cum bubbling out of her nose as Abby gagged, feeling like she was drowning. Her eyes unfocused, she couldn't see past Continent’s balls. Couldn’t hear anything but the gurgle and splash of cum mixed with her own gagging. Couldn’t smell anything but the reek of cum and sex and musk. Her whole world has narrowed down, focused on nothing other than the wonderful Pokemon who was pumping her full. 

Panting, Continent slowly shoved himself back, dragging his cock from Abby’s clutching throat. There was a moment of resistance, as his swollen flare caught in her mouth, but with a final pop it came free - dragging a wash of cum, spit, and throat slop with it. Drenching Abby’s face in a waterfall of gunk, her delicate features vanishing beneath the tide of gooey white, her eyes glued shut in an instant. His cock dripping, Continent backed away, giving his trainer space as she coughed and hacked, clearing her throat and sucking in huge lungfuls of air.

Rubbing at her eyes with a shaking hand, trying to clear her vision, Abby slowly straightened. Cum sloughed down her front, splattering heavily across her tits and thighs, Abby rubbed her tender, aching breast, her blurry vision letting her see an ugly, horseshoe-shaped bruise.

That was going to be a hard one to explain if anyone managed to see it. 