Chapter 6 - Fainted: Gastly and Mudbray

Author's Notes:
Our first double chapter! I knew it was coming, and I'm honestly surprised it took me this long. Thankfully Zip (and a double fistful of potions) was able to stabilize things and keep the fight from spiraling further into failure.

If I'm honest, I'm not entirely happy with this chapter. Don't get me wrong, it's a lot of fun and I was able to play into a whole lot of things I like, I just feel like I short-changed Revenant with his part. Maybe I'll write a bonus chapter or something to make it up to him. What do you guys think? 

Current Party:
Zip the Magnemite. Hawk the Dartrix. Bahamut the Bagon. Webby the Spinarak.

Continent the Mudbray and Revenant the Gastly - knocked out by Totem Araquanid in Brooklet Hill.

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People were staring and Abby didn’t care. She could hear the gasps and the shouts as she knelt in the middle of the street. She could even hear the snap of camera shutters as tourists took advantage of the view she’d been so nice to give them. And what a view it was, the young woman’s ass was pushed out toward the crowd, bubble butt straining the fabric of her shorts as she gave her hips a little shake, making the thick globes ripple and clap together.

But that was just a little preview for the crowd, a taste of what was to come, and something Abby wasn’t even paying attention to. No, at the moment she was focused on what was in front of her. Over a foot of thick, floppy equine cock - a coal-black length that dangled beneath Continent, dipping toward the road under its impressive weight. The Mudbray shifted above her, letting out a happy noise as his trainer knelt beneath him, her face just inches from his already dripping cock, pre as thick as mud slowly beading at his tip before falling to splat loudly against the asphalt.

Someone in the crowd shouted an insult at Abby’s back, but she couldn’t have cared less, as she pressed her lips against the side of Continent’s shaft, the smell of him filling her nose. Thick and rich, earthy with the barest tang of salt to sting her nose. It was powerful and it made Abby groan happily, her lips suckling one thick vein, leaving a smear of icy blue - stark against his obsidian rod.

Part of Abby worried someone would call the police. Not because it would mean jail, who cared about that? But it would mean someone would try to stop her, try to pull her off that perfect cock before she had a chance to feel it cumming. And she just couldn’t bear the thought of that! Her hand gently cupped the Mudbray’s heavy balls, like carved stone spheres in a sack of black leather. She rolled them across her palm, feeling their weight, stuffed full of enough cum to breed every single slut, human or Pokemon, on the Paniola Ranch

And it was all hers. She’d caught Continent, which meant it was her privilege and duty to make sure she emptied those gallon seed-tanks every single day.

Abby moaned happily at the thought of a future like this, her face pressed against Continent’s throbbing shaft, the heat of him warming her face, the smell of him filling her sinuses and leaving her dizzy even as her poor, neglected little pussy clenched needily. Her lips pushed against his shaft, plush softness against unyielding solidity. His cock was rapidly rising to full attention, lifting and hardening as his trainer lavished him in kisses, the slightly Pokemon plenty smart enough to realize he was currently the target of jealousy of every man with eyes.

“Muuuuuuuud,” he neighed happily, stomping his hoof and demanding his trainer get on with it.

And she was, like a good girl she was already fighting to wrap her mouth around the tip of his cock, the still-soft rim of his flare popping into her mouth as she gave a triumphant groan. The vibration tickling Continent’s head and earning another slow, heavy drop of pre that splashed across Abby’s tongue. And high on dick, it tasted like the best damn thing in the world to her, rich and silty. So virile she could have sworn it tingled on her tongue as the sperm-dense goo slowly oozed across her taste buds.

Her jaw already ached, strained to the very limit as she struggled to grapple with her over-endowed Pokemon. But Abby wasn’t going to back down, shoving herself forward and earning a neigh of praise from Continent as she drove several inches down his shaft, only to gag as his broad, flat, head butted up against the back of her throat. Dragging herself back, her lips leaving a streak of blue to mark her progress, Abby shoved herself forward again - but once more got no further.

Another slam forward, and another gag. She could hear the crowd laughing at her, could hear them jeering her in equal parts for her depravity and her failure. Blinking back tears and trying to force down her gag reflex, Abby shoved herself forward once more, straining and pushing until she felt Mudbray’s cock shunt down into her throat, bulging her slender neck as she drove forward, practically to his base, lips kissing the rim of his equine sheath.

Reaching up, her hands grabbed his balls, no longer reverently hefting them, but squeezing them and rolling them across her palms. Coaxing them to act as her throat clenched around his length. She could feel Continent’s heartbeat increasing, feel his balls trying to pull up, tight, as he whinnied and stomped above her.

The whole town was going to watch as he came down her throat. The whole city bearing witness to her Pokemon stuffing her stomach full of jizz. Her reputation was ruined, her Island Challenge no doubt at an end as soon as word of this reached the Kahunas. Everyone would know she was nothing more than a cock-hungry Pokeslut. They’d know she wasn’t a trainer, just a whore who wanted an excuse to have a dick in every hole she had.

They’d all know she was nothing more than a dumb, useless cock-addict who… who…

“Nnnnngggh~” Abby jerked awake, her body curled up as she shuddered through an orgasm. Her muscles tensed so hard they ached, tears springing up at the corners of her eyes as she shook like a leaf in the wind. By the time the explosive bombshell of pleasure had finally faded, she felt exhausted, damp with sweat, and her thighs coated with her sweet honey.

Blinking, trying to get her eyes to focus, she looked around. She was laying in her sleeping bag, a faint rain drumming on the roof of her tent above. Her bag had been kicked over, its contents spilled across the floor. And a half dozen Pokeballs lay near her, one of them open and it’s occupant hovering over her chest, the glow of Hypnosis slowly fading from its eyes.

“Thanks for the dream, Rev,” Abby murmured tiredly, rolling over and snuggling back down into her bag, her thighs squishing damply as they rubbed together. “But I’m going to need an uninterrupted night of sleep at some point.”

“Gaaaaastly~”