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Working at a sanctuary for equine Pokémon was a dream come true. You loved the big, strong Mudsdale the same way you loved the finer, smaller Rapidash, not to mention the feisty Zebstrika. At this sanctuary, you took care of all the four-legged beauties that came through, nursing them back to health. It didn’t matter if it was a wild Mudbray or a prize-winning Ponyta - every Pokémon with equine features was welcome here.
Some, if not most, of the Pokémon were incredibly timid when they arrived, but when they left, they were all fit for living in the wild - as they should.
Currently busy brushing an older Rapidash, you were quietly humming to yourself when the Pokémon nudged your shoulder with its head. Since this male was on the bigger side of a racing Pokémon, it wasn’t something to be ignored.
“What is it, Dashy?” you cooed, rubbing the brush a bit firmer behind one of his ears. He whinnied softly and nudged you again, this time leaning his shoulder into the move. You were used to this by now, and didn’t lose your balance as you had when you first started working here. Instead, you firmly bumped back into him, giggling.
“Are you getting antsy?”
He whinnied again and thrashed with his head, tapping his fine hooves into the wooden floor of the barn. He was clearly not interested in getting cleaned anymore. You crouched down to look between his legs, and found the reason for his sudden change in behavior.
His cock was starting to peek out of its sheath, and quickly.
With a smile, you straightened up and grabbed the rope halter from the nearby hook.
“Come on, yes, I know you don’t like it, Dashy, but it’s not for long... that’s a good boy, now, come with me.”
Having put the halter on him, you gingerly pulled him towards the breeding station. It was a space designated for milking and breeding. When the stallions were particularly feisty, it was dangerous to be bred by them, and they would only be milked until they had calmed down.
This Rapidash was of no danger, though, and as such, you felt completely safe when you removed your red flannel shirt and tight, seamless pants. Looking back at him, he pulled his lips back to smell the air. You couldn’t smell your own arousal, but you knew that a Rapidash’s sense of smell was so much better than a human’s. You could, however, feel the heat start to coil in your stomach, and you shivered as you laid down on the comfortable, padded bench.
Reaching out to grab one of the many bottles of lube on the small shelf, you squirted a fair bit into the palm of your hand and began rubbing it over and into yourself.
Rapidash was quickly getting worked up, neighing and whinnying loudly. He had already lifted his elegant body to swing his legs over the wooden beam.
“I know, baby, I know, I’ll be ready soon, just give me a chance, yeah?” you cooed, a shudder going through you when your fingers worked over your clit. The lube was getting pleasantly warm, and you smeared it all over and inside your pussy.
Despite having done this so many times, the thrill of it never disappeared. Rapidash in general wasn’t the biggest horse in terms of cock, but this one certainly knew how to use what he had.
Fingering yourself, you were already panting softly when you decided you were ready.
“Okay, Dashy, I’m ready for you,” you crooned.
As if he understood this, he whinnied and shifted on his hindlegs, guiding himself closer to you. You leaned up to help him, grabbing the warm, slightly pulsating underside of his massive cock and sliding it over your slippery folds. It made you moan, and another shiver raced down your spine. The head of his cock was already dripping with pre-cum, adding more fluids to the sticky mess that was your cunt.
“Almost there, baby, you can do it.”
He snorted and flicked his flaming tail, shifting once more to get closer. You swallowed hard, practically salivating in anticipation already. Oh, he was going to fuck you so good.
Your hands stroked him slowly for a few minutes before he was becoming too antsy, and you knew you would have to get him inside yourself sooner rather than later. Biting your lower lip and forcing yourself to relax, you guided the massive, flared head of his cock to your entrance. As expected, Rapidash didn’t waste any more time, and thrust forward.
A scream ripped itself from your throat while he neighed sharply.
His cock drilled into you, the flared head clearing the passage for the rest of him. Taking each massive inch by massive inch, you couldn’t help but clench around him; it was pure instinct. He neighed again when your muscles spasmed and clamped down on him. It seemed to spur him on, and you waited with bated breath for him to pull back so that he could push in again.
And when he did, oh, you saw stars! With a sharp snort, he withdrew so that only the flared head was inside you, and then he slammed inside you. It forced all air out of your lungs, making you croak breathlessly. Automatically, you grabbed the handle bars on the side of the bench, ensuring your body wouldn’t jerk too far away.
From there on out, it was almost a fight for your life. Each thrust jammed his cock so deep inside you that you saw a bulging outline of him through your stomach, and each thrust forced him deep enough that his head battered against your cervix, making you cry out with euphoria.
“Yes! Yes yes yes, Dashy, that’s it!” you cried out, each word broken up by ruthless thrusts, and arched your back. It felt like his cock could end up in your throat every second, but you knew it wouldn’t happen; he had fucked you enough times now that you knew what he would, and could, give to you.
His cock was warm and throbbing, each move forcing your cunt to yield and make way for him. It had your eyes rolling back in their sockets, your tongue hanging stupidly out of your mouth, and your hands grabbing the handle bars so tight your knuckles turned white and started cramping.
You didn’t notice the pain, however. Not from that, anyway.
He began speeding up his thrusts; a sure sign that he was getting close. You didn’t mind. After all, he was only a Pokémon, and Pokémon didn’t have the same stamina as humans, their minds wired differently. They were more focused on breeding, on the evolutionary aspect. But that also meant that this beautiful Rapidash had in mind to breed you, and you moaned throatily at the thought. He had done it so many times, but it never failed to fry your brain.
“Come for me,” you moaned, rolling your hips eagerly and taking him so deep it felt like he thrust into your throat. It made a slight nausea appear, but you barely noticed, too much pleasure coursing through your veins.
“Come on, come in me, Dashy, give me your foals,” you whined, practically begged, and did your best to push back against his merciless thrusts. Each move pushed his cock so wonderfully, painfully deep, as if he sought to rearrange your insides. It was both euphoria and agony.
“D-Dashy!”
Nothing more than a shaky groan, you were trembling all over. The heat that had coiled almost lazily in the beginning was now a tightly wound spring in your belly that threatened to snap any second. Sweat sprung forth on your forehead. Your arms threatened to give out. Your legs dangled helplessly over the edge of the bench.
He neighed sharply as his thrusts became more violent, less controlled. His hooves clicked slightly against the floor, and then he--- oh, he somehow rammed even deeper inside you! You inhaled sharply, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy, and your pussy clenched tightly around him, which only made him thrust harder.
“Fuck! That’s it, Dashy, that’s it, give me your cum, give me your foals!” you whimpered loudly and broken, not even caring that your own orgasm caught up to and washed over you. You were simply too focused on making Rapidash reach his climax...
... which he did only a couple seconds later, more than likely helped along by your pulsating, spasming cunt. He neighed loudly and slammed so deep and hard inside you that you could have sworn you tasted his cock. Gurgling out a mindless, breathless sound, your head lolled to the side as he pumped you full of his cum with a deep snort.
There was so much, and it was so warm! It wasn’t hot enough to burn your insides, but it was hot enough that it hurt. Amidst the pain of being stretched and fucked so brutally, though, it wasn’t a pain you noticed.
“Dashy!” you gasped, noticing how your hips rolled seemingly on their own accord, and cried out when he began thrusting again, desperate to get his cum as deep as possible inside you.
In his ruthless, merciless, violent thrusting, the head of his cock managed to batter against your cervix so hard that it yielded, allowing him inside your womb. This pain you did notice, and screamed. One of your legs automatically folded up to try and push him back, but he wasn’t having any of it. Now that he had had another taste of your warm, welcoming womb, he wasn’t backing down. He thrust ruthlessly forward, effectively fucking your womb, and the pain was insanely overwhelming.
Yet, there was something excruciatingly hot about it, and another orgasm hit you like a brick to the face.
“Dashy! Com--- coming!” you whimpered, your voice shaky and frail. He whinnied loudly, continuing to slam into you, continuing to fill you with his hot, sticky, potent cum until your belly bulged and his cum seeped out of you; there just wasn’t enough room for it in your pussy anymore.
With a bulging stomach and fluttering cunt, you breathed hard and fast, dreading the moment he would pull out; it was going to hurt like a bitch.
And, indeed, when he tried to pull out, it was like he realized just how deep in you he was, and he had to use power to succeed. It ripped a scream from your throat, and left your cunt gaping and clenching around nothing. Cum and juices immediately started seeping from your abused hole, and you were incredibly thankful that you were already lying down. Otherwise, your legs would have given out.
You lifted your head to look at him, your vision blurry, as he stood there, his cock bobbing and slowly retracting back into his sheath. He came close, bending his majestic neck to nudge his head against your cunt. You whimpered at the contact, lifting a shaky hand to stroke his head and mane.
“You did so well, Dashy,” you sighed, a dumb, dazed grin on your face. He snorted softly.
“Now I’ll have to brush you again, though. That workout made you all sweaty.”