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Tessa woke up early, more than an hour before dawn. She dressed herself in a pair of short denim shorts, a thin white tank-top, and a blue-and-white-plaid, short-sleeve button-down blouse, which she tied like a crop top at the bottom, rather than actually buttoning.
Her outfit was selected first and foremost to combat the summer heat. She worked as a ranch hand for the Chesters – old family friends, who lived about a mile from her and her folks – which meant her on-days were mostly spent doing outdoor, manual labor. This time of year, under a South Unovan sun, that meant risking overheating if you weren’t prepared. Sometimes, of course, her work would require jeans, but today didn’t have her doing anything where she was liable to scratch up her calves, so she decided to prioritize staying cool.
Secondarily, though, she’d also picked cute clothes. She smiled to herself as she looked in the mirror, straightened out everything, tied her wavy, bright ginger hair back in a ponytail, and popped a dark brown stetson atop her head. She knew she wasn’t likely to see anyone else today, and so there probably wouldn’t be any opportunities for her to turn wandering eyes her way, but she still liked knowing that she looked good. She turned around for a second, cocked her hips and gave her bum a light smack. Her job did help her keep things tight.
She would be all on her own, today, as the Chesters were away: the parents were in Nacrene city on business, along with their son – their oldest, who was to inherit the ranch. They had another kid, a daughter, but she had been off in college in Castella for a couple years now. Tessa was currently their only out-of-family hire, so that maintenance was being left in her hands. She had been working for the Chesters for about six years, so even if they hadn’t known her parents like they did, they’d have plenty of reason to trust her with everything.
She whipped up some eggs and potatoes for breakfast, scarfed them down hot, put on a quick coat of deodorant, said goodbye to her mom and dad, and to Cody, the family herdier (her very good boy~), and set out. There wasn’t any reason, in her mind, to shower in the morning, when she’d be sweating up a storm all day and coming home covered in dirt and whatnot: it made way more sense to her to wash when she got back, and go to bed feeling clean.
As she walked down the gravel road to the ranch, seeing the golden orange light of the sunrise start to creep up over the trees on the horizon, she imagined she was in for a relatively uneventful day. She was an experienced worker, and consequently already had quite a lot of responsibility on the ranch, so being “in charge” neither changed her duties much nor excited her.
She’d never have guessed that in a few hours’ time, she’d be kneeling on a bed of straw, topless, eagerly trying to take a rapidash’s hefty cock down her throat.
The much-unexpected turn in her day came when she was making the rounds, ensuring all the ranch’s livestock had plenty of food and water. She entered the stables, which housed two rapidashes – a stallion and a mare – as well as three ponytas they’d had together, carrying a big bin of hay against her side. But when she came up to the edge of the first pen, what she saw made her drop what she was carrying in shock.
The stallion was sporting the biggest erection Tessa had ever laid eyes on: it had to be a full foot long, and its girth was comparable to her clenched fist. He was visibly frustrated, kicking the ground and breathing hard.
Looking over to the mare’s pen, and seeing her resting as best she could on bedding there, Tessa understood the problem at once. Last week, a wild liepard had somehow made it past the ranch’s fence, while the rapidashes were out on the range, and wound up in a skirmish with the mare. Although the mare had sent the intruder running, it did manage to get a solid hit with its claws on her shoulder before she did. While Mr. and Mrs. Chester had been able to ward off any infection and patch her up nicely, she was badly hurt, and was still recovering. Evidently, her mate was now entering his cycle, but she was too lethargic to be able to tend to him herself.
Knowing the problem wasn’t the same thing as having a solution, though. Immediately, Tessa’s thoughts were sent racing: she'd been sure she wouldn’t run into any real issues today, but she had no idea what to do about this. There was clearly no way that the mare could handle this: they had to be patient with her, to let her rest until she was fully healed. But a horny stallion without any outlet for his urges could be a sticky problem... and how else could she–
... no, no no. She couldn’t, surely not.
... ... ...
... could she?
Tessa was no stranger to fucking pokémon. Well, that made it sound like she’d been on some kind of sexual safari. She watched plenty of poképorn, but she’d only ‘taken’ one pokémon before, herself – Cody, of course. She had enjoyed private time with him a lot, though, for years now. She knew what it was like to have a partner in true heat, to have to keep yourself from being hurt by an animalistic... big ...
Her thoughts trailed off as she stared at the massive, bestial cock. She caught herself biting her lower lip, saliva starting to gather behind her teeth.
No! No! She cursed internally, shaking her head. First of all, letting the family dog fuck her while her parents were out wasn’t the same thing as this! Cody was still her pokémon, in part at least, but this rapidash belonged to the Chesters! What would they think if they knew she’d spent her time being the sole guardian of the ranch screwing the pokémon?? Secondly, Cody was hung – disproportionately so, as dog pokémon could be; bigger than any human partner she’d had, certainly – but he didn’t come close to comparing to this stallion’s size. Trying to take something that big, when her partner wouldn’t be really capable of listening to any pleas to go slower, to be gentle... it was actually dangerous!
Dangerous... so big it could tear you apart... – and she was licking her lips, now. Damnit, Tessa, stop! It was a terrible idea. She just had to stop looking.
To stop looking.
... Why couldn’t she stop looking!?
The more she tried to tear her eyes away, the more that notion became impossible. The more she tried to push these thoughts back, the stronger they became. She tried to close her eyes, but that just left her brain more room to conjure up detailed, provocative images. It didn’t make it any easier to try to pull herself out of this trap.
... Well, she started to rationalize, she did need to do something about this situation. And no other options were coming to mind. Would she really be betraying the Chesters’ trust? ... Maybe, but what harm would it do if they never knew? Honestly, she’d be doing them a favor, by handling the stallion's problem. Yes, they would be mortified if they found out... but they weren’t going to. There wasn’t another person within a mile... nobody would see or hear her...
Fuck it.
The stallion didn’t react when she opened his pen and stepped inside, as he knew it was roughly time for his food trough to be refilled. She drew his attention, though, when she brought the breeding mount in with her – a foldable metal A-frame with a set of bars that were meant to be used as hoof holds for equine pokemon, to help them mate more easily. She left it on the side of the pen, in its folded state, for now, but if things went well, she’d want to make use of it in a few minutes...
The stallion kicked the ground again in his sexually frustrated state, recognizing the device but not yet making the connection. She walked around to his front, and stroked his face to try to soothe him.
“Try to relax, boy. I’m sorry I didn’t know about this before, but I’m gonna try to help you out, here.”
He understood her words enough that he didn’t stamp around as she slipped under him, as she knelt down on the straw bed and beheld his enormous length up close, but he still jolted in surprise when she made first contact with him.
“Hey! It’s all right, it’s okay,” she cooed. Anticipating his shock, she had one hand reaching up already to pet his side, while she wrapped her other around him and began to pump.
The first thing that hit her was the heat. She knew, of course, that fire types naturally ran hot, especially those that had actual fire jets on their bodies (like rapidashes), but she didn’t know that the effect would be so great this far from the flames; he felt almost uncomfortably warm, like the side of a mug of tea, coffee, or cocoa when it was just cool enough to drink. The second thing she noticed was his thickness. Touching it was a different world from seeing it. Being up close and personal with it, it struck her anew how fat it was; he was too thick for her grip to close around him, her fingers at least an inch from meeting each other on the far side. It made her mouth water again, imagining how much he would stretch her out. The third thing was the smell. It took a bit longer to reach her than the other sensations, but when it did it stood out something fierce. It was musky, salty, pungent. And for some reason, that just excited her more.
Every indication that this was so far from normal, that it was bizarre and unnatural of her, she found enticing. It made her want to throw herself in harder. Her heart was racing, her breath accelerating, and by the time she opened her mouth to try to start sucking him, she was practically drooling.
She had to open wide to take him past her lips, her jaw almost locking as she pushed it to its limit. He stirred again as the wetness embraced him, but adjusted quickly, as she continued to pet him through it. Luckily, he didn’t have the leverage needed to fuck her throat, as that would’ve been potentially very hazardous.
This was effectively a brand new experience for her. She was actually fairly well-versed in oral, but the size difference between this rapidash and anything else was comical, more than she’d even realized before. She had practiced throating her biggest dildos before, which were bigger than any human she’d ever seen, but even they weren’t as big as this. Taking a pipe so wide, so long, down her gullet, was a challenge she hadn’t previously attempted. The unfamiliarity, the riskiness, the taboo of it, though, again only drove her on. She did her best to swallow as much of him as she could, slowly taking one inch after another down, pressing him into her throat.
His taste and smell washed over her face, flooding her mouth and her nostrils, only exacerbated by the heat of his cock. As she pressed on, slowly sitting up on her knees, raising her head higher to take in more of him, he started to exhale and whinny, and shift back and forth, motions she took as indicators that he was enjoying some much-needed relief. She lowered her hand that had been petting him, and started using both her hands together to jerk the rest of his length off, from her lips all the way up to the base of his big, round balls.
She put off pulling away from him for as long as she could, but eventually her determination butted up against reality. After making it a third of the way down his length, pushing him past her tonsils, her lungs were screaming for air, her jaw begging to close, and she had to relent to them. On the tail of a gagging noise, she sat back down and slid him out of her mouth, coughing and spitting up excess saliva. Her slobber had run down her own chin and neck, and even started to dampen the top of her tank top and button-down. Her arms were already sore, too, from how much work it took just for her to stroke him.
Almost as soon as she pulled off of him, he began to thrust forward as best he could, missing her ministrations right away. She reached back up, this time with both hands, to pet his sides again, to try to calm him while she regained her breath.
“Shhh... hah, hahh ... easy, boy,” she panted. He snorted impatiently, but started to relax. “I need you to cooperate, if we’re gonna do this,” she added, and his fight diminished. He could read, if nothing else, her tone.
Seeing his massive prick before her pulsing, she began to wonder how close to release she’d brought him. She wanted to do so much more. She saw herself licking all over his length, making out with his stinking sac, trying to take him even deeper down her throat – she was sure she could make it halfway, maybe even more. But she couldn’t be sure he’d be able to keep going after his orgasm, and she wasn’t about to stop before she fucked him. The Chesters would be away for another few days, so if this went as well as she was hoping it would, she could get him to throatpie her tomorrow, or the day after that.
“All right,” she announced, shifting out from under him and getting to her feet. He turned his head and glanced back at her, following her with his gaze as she came around and grabbed the breeding mount. “Time for the fun part.”
As soon as he saw her grabbing it, he began to stamp again, excited, frustrated, desperate. “Shh, shh, shhh,” she hushed him, petting his face again. “Give me a bit of space to set this up,” she told him, and pushed him back gently by the shoulder. He backed up several paces, but the fire of his mane flared up as he did so.
With a slight creak of the old metal joints, she opened the mount and planted it into the straw in front of him. She took one of the bars, and locked it into the far side of the frame – his hoof hold. Being familiar with the device, he eagerly stepped forward, setting his forelegs up on the bar, so he was standing up at an angle. She then locked another bar into the near side, the mare's side, being sure to place it several notches further up than she normally would, so it would be within reach for her.
“Well, let’s give it a whirl,” she said, smirking to herself.
Already feeling oppressed by the heat, and knowing it would only get worse from here, she stripped first, untying and discarding her button-down and pulling her tank top up over her now-frazzled hair, then following that with her shorts and underwear, hanging each article over the fence of the pen one-by-one, quickly and so somewhat haphazardly. Then, at last, she made her way under the stallion.
She knew he would need some help to find his mark – Cody always had – so she stabilized herself with one hand on the bar, and reached back with her other to grab at his cock. Courtesy of his monstrous size, it was actually relatively easy to get hold of him without compromising her position. Slowly, carefully, she lifted him up toward her core. She straightened her legs to push her butt up against his belly, and give him as true a path forward as she could, before bringing him to her entrance.
As soon as he felt her nether lips on him, he took over, thrusting forward.
It was so much, so immediately. She mentally thanked herself for getting his prick so slick with her spit, and her body for how wet it was at the prospect of letting this stallion rail her, because she was sure his entry would have shredded her walls if not for that natural lubrication; on his first push he thrust into her with what had to be at least half of his dick, what felt like eight inches or more, stretching her like she’d never been stretched before; to this invader, she was tighter than a virgin. The sensation was too intense for her to even moan out: as her mouth went agape, only a silent scream came from it. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates, her knees nearly gave out. She barely managed to get her guiding hand back to the bar in time to catch herself and keep from collapsing.
And it felt so. Damn. Good.
She didn’t have to signal for him to fuck her; he wasted no time in going at her full force, with an intensity born of hormones and a speed that lived up to his species’ name. Thus far, she had been able to control him because he knew her, because he trusted her, and because she understood how to touch and talk to each of the pokémon here. But now, his desire to mate, which had been building up for days, had been unleashed, and as the pressure valve was finally, fully turned, he was all instinct: rough, wild, and merciless, here to hammer away until he planted his seed. The idea of stopping him, even slowing him down, was utterly infeasible.
Fortunately, that was also the last thing that Tessa wanted. It took him only two or three thrusts until he was bottoming out within her, until the end of his dick was pummeling the door to her womb like a battering ram. And it pushed her, and it hurt ... and she fucking loved it. He dwarfed anything that had ever been inside her before, anything that ever could be inside her, and he fucked her like she was just a fleshlight – because to him, she was. The ecstasy was so overwhelming, it scrambled her brain, casting any notion of restraint deep into the depths of her subconscious. It was a good thing she’d decided to go for this now, she thought, instead of waiting any longer, for if she’d worn herself down with another bout of oral first, this amount of bliss might have truly broken her.
There were no more playful curiosities, no more erotic explorations. Nothing she was feeling now could be described as less than a craving. Rapidash cock was all she wanted. Almost all of her focus went into keeping herself upright, but with what little effort she had to expend, she did her best to throw her hips backward, on beat with the pokémon’s thrusts, defying him to go even deeper into her guts, even though he physically couldn’t: wordlessly begging for more from her violator, even as she was at her limit.
Her initial silence did give way, as the pleasure had to go somewhere. A stream of moans, of groans, of cries issued forth from her, interrupted occasionally by curses but not by anything resembling a sentence; she was too drunk on sex to string together any coherent expressions now.
She came her brains out, not just once but over and over again. Her lustful daze was too powerful for her to track the beginning and ending of each orgasm. She just knew that she was screaming and squirting as he pummeled her, that she was feeling pleasurable pain like never before, and her will was fragmenting against it. Spit was running out of her mouth like a waterfall, her tits heaving back and forth under her trembling torso, her legs convulsing, and her arms were locked onto the breeding mount, grasping it for dear life, struggling to support the rest of her.
The heat was as ferocious as she had anticipated, maybe even moreso. The reckless rocking of their bodies would have generated enough of it, even if the pokémon above her hadn’t been a fire type. But with him being so, it was so much more severe. The fire coming out of the stallion was surging, white-hot, stoked into an inferno by the vice grip Tessa’s sopping cunt had on his rod. It was liked being fucked in front of the maw of a furnace. It had her sweat glands gushing, pouring, plastering her ginger hair to her body. The bar of the mount, despite being metal, didn’t even feel cold to her anymore, with all the heat in the air.
And the heat just increased her sensitivity to everything else, just multiplied all the other sensations, just made everything better.
She prayed that the stallion would still be raring to go tomorrow, because this couldn’t, simply couldn’t, be the only time she would get to feel this way. She wouldn’t allow it to be. If she had to, she would find a way to do it after the Chesters were back – and not stop, even if they caught her in the act. To hell with her job, with everything. Being fucked this good was worth any conceivable consequence.
When he finally came, she peaked with him. As if her body knew, it delivered her wildest, strongest orgasm yet, sending another spray from her quim all over her legs and the straw beneath them. Her vagina wrapped itself around him tight, kept him from moving half an inch, while he let an absolute deluge of semen into her – far too much for her to contain. The excess, which was most of it, was forced backward between the stallion schlong and her inner walls, out into the open air. It poured out of her in globs, in waves, full cups of it.
The heat and mass filling her reached their maximum, and her whole body spasmed as they did. Miraculously, she managed to stay standing, even as she reached such a height that she saw stars.
...
Slowly, her knees knocking, she wobbled forward, gradually letting the gargantuan member slide out of her. When she reached the end of it, she felt the weight of it drop away. She let go of the mounting bar and squatted down, giving her aching arms and legs a short break, incidentally angling her hips downward as she did and thereby letting a second flash flood of cum run out of her. Her thighs quivered, as if she was relieving herself after holding it all day. The hot rapidash seed spread out across the floor of the pen, and pooled around her feet, even creeping into the spaces between her toes. There was just so much of it.
“Fuck,” she exclaimed, to herself, or to nobody. “Fucking hell.” The stallion stepped down off the mount, as he felt her disengage. She looked back over her shoulder, and saw his spent cock hanging there, in the process of softening but still stunningly large.
She rested for another few seconds, before forcing herself to stand, up and out from under him. She walked back around to his front, and pet him down his neck, getting the tips of her fingers as close to his fire – which was now much calmer, like a smolder, or an ember – as she could.
“Good boy,” she said. He twisted his neck and pressed his broad face into hers, nuzzling her like she was his mare. Which, for now, she supposed she was. She pushed back against him, rubbing her brow into his warm body. “Good boy,” she repeated, softer, sweeter.
She let the afterglow linger for a long moment, loving on her stallion mate, before she went to collect herself. She folded up the breeding mount – although she rested it on the side of the pen, rather than putting it away, as she had a strong sense she’d be using it tomorrow, too. She looked to the pocket of her jean shorts, which she knew held the spare key the Chesters had given her, and resolved to go inside and grab a shower before she redressed herself. Waiting ‘til the end of the workday no longer seemed viable; she was drenched in so much sweat, so much more even than she'd expected to be – and, as if that weren't enough on its own, her legs now felt like she'd washed them in a pool of cum (hers and his both).
She shook her head, and chuckled to herself, at how wrecked she was. Sticky all over, muscles burning, and not quite able to walk straight. But she was beaming through it, still high on sexual satisfaction. Before taking care of herself, she finished what she had meant to be doing before all this. She picked up the bin of hay she’d been carrying with her when she came to the stables, and finished the circle – restocking her mate’s trough, first, then his (other~) mare’s, and finally the ponytas’ shared trough. She grabbed a bucket from a stack, filled it at a nearby hose bib, and got each of them water, as well, in turn.
After returning the now-empty bin and bucket back over to the stacks they were taken from, she went to walk back the other way, but paused for a moment, mulling a notion over. Then, acting on it, she grabbed the bucket back up, returned to the bib to fill it again, about halfway, and drank it all on the spot. Then she filled it once more, and poured it over her head like a waterfall, shuddering but then exhaling with satisfaction at the cool rush. Then, in slightly better condition, she ambled back to her clothes to pick them back up, and then to the rear door of the ranch house. She was already starting to plan for tomorrow in her head. While she had a number of other tasks she was being paid for to finish today, as soon as she was home she would be scavenging poképornhub for rapidash and zebstrika videos, to see if there were any that could inspire her.
The dream-prone part of her brain wondered if this wasn’t the first step on a new path for her; if, five years from now, she might find herself a poképornstar in Nimbasa city, telling people this very story. Wouldn’t that be something?