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Walking out to her rear porch, Sydney settled down with a grunt. It had been a few weeks since the... incident... with Vion and her belly was already started to have a curve to it. She rubbed her hand idly over her tummy, grumbling. She heaved a breath at the feeling of the weight tumbling over itself in her womb.

Just as before, she found herself pregnant with six pokemon eggs.

Leaning back with a groan, she stroked her tummy idly, her finger brushing down the smooth, taut skin. To think, she'd had to be sidelined again so quickly after her return to the league...

Well, it isn't exactly your first hiatus, she thought, shaking her head. In fact, the very first one you took also ended up having something to do with breeding--though not of you...

Maybe it was just the new babies growing in her womb, but she was feeling nostalgic. Her pokemon pup Blaze scampered up to her, wagging his tail and panting as he put his paws on the gentle swell on his mother's tummy. He nosed it curiously a few times.

A small smile touched her lips. "That's right, Blaze," she said, "you're going to have some new siblings soon." But as she said it, a certain malaise fell on her. She had meant what she said about claiming the children as her own, giving them love and raising them right, but she still couldn't shake the small haunting feeling of discontentment that the memory of Vion and his team brought her.

...memory...

With the little Growlithe tilting his head and panting, he nosed at her and she unbuttoned her blouse to let him drink. As the pup eagerly sucked milk from his mother, Sydney leaned back with a sigh, the sensation of nourishing her offspring filling her body with a soft maternal feeling. To think, in just a few more weeks there would be more little mouths competing to suck from her...

Buoyed by the maternal sensation, she surveyed the plot of land she and her pokemon stayed on. Yes, memory. It brought her back... to the time of her first hiatus, and the first time she'd had a little adventure with breeding in this area...

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Sydney pulled up with her party, whistling. Just a few years into her young adulthood, she had recently risen to truly earn the moniker of "ace trainer." Her surprise victory in a recent high-stakes tournament confirmed it.

The winnings were nice, and there were lots of things she could have spent them on--frittering them away on gaudy trinkets and world travel, perhaps, or blowing them all on fancy clothes and sweet wines. A more sensible tack might have been to invest into exclusive training, or even to acquire a special new pokemon for her team, since she was a breeder as well as a battler.

But Sydney had known just what she wanted: a place of her own.

And now she had one.

Her new place was out in the fields beyond the town; it was spacious and remote with lots of room for her pokemon to explore and stretch their legs, while still being close enough to easily get groceries or visit the Center. It had enough land to feel wild, but not so much to be overwhelming. It was perfect!

And it was also a complete steal.

A famed trainer--world-famous, in fact--had once occupied here. One day he had just vanished outright, him and his whole team, without any signs of foul play. They'd even sent pokemon into the surrounding wilderness--nothing. Not a trace.

That sort of story attracted rumors, and soon enough people were whispering that the place was cursed, or maybe even haunted by a horde of Ghost-types. Those stories drove down the selling price quite a bit... just enough to put it into one ambitious young ace trainer's grasp once she had a pile of new winnings.

She'd had a psychic and a channeler sweep the place just to be safe. No curses, no ghosts, just one steal of a new home for ace trainer Sydney.

Game, set, and match.

Already she could tell her team were getting worked up, wanting to explore. Charizard stretched his wings excitedly, and behind him, Lairon and Ivysaur both pawed the ground with excitement. But their new trainer was having none of that.

"We have to move in first," she said to their collective groaning discomfort. Ignoring them, she headed over to her rented trailer and hitched it open. A veritable forest of cardboard boxes waited inside, like predators about to pounce.

"We've faced worse," she said, assuaging her team's moans and groans. "Come on, let's just get this over with. Rip the bandage off." They moved the boxes inside, Sydney hoisting one with both hands, Charizard balancing two on his shoulders, and Lairon and Ivysaur both trudging along with weights on their backs. Even Arcanine was helping, nudging one along with her head.

After moving the boxes inside came a task even more tedious: unpacking. The pokemon settled into their routine in boredom, Sydney keeping them on task. Eventually, though, the trainer took pity and let her pokemon off to wander and explore their new land.

Arcanine bounded out. There was a treeline a few dozen feet from the house, big tufts of person-sized grass obscuring the view underneath sinuous, knobbly branches. Trained pokemon though she was, she was still a wild thing, a canine at heart--it called to her. As Charizard and Ivysaur practiced sparring in the front and Lairon nosed into the stable, she took off for the wilderness itself.

Her species was fleet of foot, and she was no exception, racing through the grass and over the hills, taking small brooks in a single bound. The wind, the clouds, the very air itself all seemed to spur her onwards. There were wild pokemon about, but they instantly pegged her as a powerful trainer's pokemon and knew to steer clear unless they wanted one ass-beating free of charge. One particularly pugnacious Heracross stepped up only to get driven away by a half-hearted puff of flame. It was all Arcanine could do not to roll her eyes.

Humans felt a need to cage the land, to scrawl names on it and shatter it and act like the pieces were somehow greater than the whole. They built fences and signs and drew lines on maps, all to try and make the wilderness theirs. But pokemon saw the land for what it was: one giant, interconnected playground. She could have raced for dozens, hundreds of miles if she wanted; there would be no stopping her if she tried.

(She couldn't do that, of course. Not really. That would mean leaving the team who counted on her behind--and worse, it would mean abandoning Sydney. Arcanine had quickly grown to adore and respect her trainer... and maybe to feel a little more than just the usual level of pokemon/human affection. Sometimes she thought about Sydney and her loins grew hot... she even fantasized about putting children in her trainer, though that was impossible for a number of reasons. Still, a pokemon could dream--and while Arcanine could race for hundreds of miles of wilderness and enjoy every inch, that didn't mean she would. Not when she had a trainer to fight for and pine after.)

At some point she crossed out of Sydney's new land, not that she noticed it; she was in an adjoining, much larger plot used as ranchland by a prestigious local breeder.

And though Arcanine didn't know it at first, she was about to get mixed up in those country affairs.

The first thing that told her something was wrong was the smell. Most pokemon had good noses, but nothing beat the canines, and she was especially proud of her sense of smell. She smelled pokemon on the wind--not itself unusual, but these smells had the ineffable quality of trained pokemon to them; they were cleaner, less earthy.

They also spoke of pokemon in great distress. It was unmistakable--the reek of fearful hormones and sweat. Immediately deciding on a course of action, she bolted for the smell. Before long, sound arrived as a counterpoint to the scents; a series of panicked bleats and neighs. Equine pokemon were in danger.

Immediately bursting onto the scene, Arcanine took it in. The victims were two younger female Ponyta huddled up against a small stone bluff. The larger of the two was valiantly summoning her flames to try and scare off their persecutor, but she was too small and unpracticed to do more than puff smoke at him.

The malcontent was a smug-looking Ekans coiled up in the grass. He had the bearing of a wild pokemon; you could just tell from the way he carried himself. He moved with a deliberate, almost casual air of violence. Like many wild pokemon, aggression was a way of life for him.

As Arcanine bolted up, she saw with anger that the two pokemon had small wounds from an Acid attack and that the Ekans was gearing up for another one. He was taunting them about how pathetic they were for being trained pokemon, saying that allying with humans was a sign of weakness.

A jet of flame, far larger than anything the equines could have summoned, cut him off. Ekans turned, his anger showing on his face and bleeding through his voice. Immediately, his taunts died away. Here was a trained pokemon far stronger than the weaklings he had been picking on; she was a powerful customer who was indisputably stronger even than himself.

Arcanine's voice ripped out of her with a growl, demanded he leave the Ponyta alone. When Ekans tried to tell her not to interfere, she silenced him with a loud and ferocious series of barks, more fire burning in her throat. She wasn't going to ask him again.

Recognizing when he was beaten, Ekans slunk away, sinking in a parting shot to the two pony pokemon that they needed someone to save them and weren't good enough to do it themselves.

When the menacing Poison-type was away, Arcanine trotted over to the Ponyta, inquiring if they were alright. Though her nostrils flared at seeing the burn from the Acid attack, it was thankfully shallow and would heal quickly even without treatment at a Pokemon Center. Seeing their nervousness, she offered to escort the two pokemon home, and they graciously accepted.

As Arcanine escorted the Ponyta away, she had already forgotten about the snake nursing his wounded pride in the grass. Ekans counted himself powerful for a wild pokemon, but that Arcanine was on another level entirely. No matter--all he had to do was to acquire real power. The first thing would be to stop coasting on his current level. If he grew strong enough, he'd evolve; and as an Arbok, he would have all manner of powerful abilities to coerce lesser pokemon to do what he wished. He smiled to himself. Yes, that was exactly it. He slithered off into the deep wilds to gather power. Once he evolved, he'd return and show the trainers and pokemon of this area what real strength was.

The two Ponyta led Arcanine to a massive facility. This was the center of a large breeding ranch that bordered Sydney's new domain, and Arcanine perked up immediately. A human might not have picked up on it, but to her sensitive nose the whole place smelled indisputably of breeding. The scent settled in her bones, making her shiver; a tiny ember of need kindled itself down in her sex.

The Ponyta were greeted by a herd of pokemon of the same species. Though some of the older matrons regarded Arcanine with suspicion, that evaporated once their offspring told them of her valiant rescue. As the Ponyta were being chided for going into the wild without a stronger pokemon around, Arcanine trotted about the ranch, eyes wide in delight.

Then she turned the corner and stopped dead. That little ember between her legs was quickly becoming a flame.

The Rapidash was inarguably the head of the herd, a proud and stately stallion who stood tall enough to see her eye-to-eye. His mane was a rolling crest of orange flames, and a slender horn bedecked his forehead. His smell was the confident, masculine musk of a male who bred frequently and was much in demand from various females.

Cantering up to her, he thanked her for rescuing his offspring, and inquired as to her location. The nearness to him made Arcanine's knees weak... but she was a powerful pokemon herself, and she quickly marshaled her desires, informing him that she was a teammate to an ace trainer who had moved in nearby. Rapidash nodded politely, but a certain cast to his mouth and eyes indicated that he perhaps had some inkling of the feeling that was burning in Arcanine's loins.

Eventually she bade her farewells and turned back to her new home. She had been bred a few times before, but she was still relatively new to this whole thing. Rapidash... she wouldn't mind submitting to such a dominant beast.

She shook her head. She was being foolish. Arriving back, Charizard and Ivysaur teased her as to where she'd gone, and she shot back impishly.

Yet that whole time, that ember of need never died--in fact, it picked up as the days went on. Quickly, Arcanine recognized it for what it was: her damnable, blasted heat, which always seemed to show up at the worst possible times! One night, after a day or two of heroically trying to control it, she decided enough was enough. She was going to get it sated... and she knew just the pokemon she wanted.

The next day, Sydney was finishing up unpacking. A nagging feeling gnawed at her--she hadn't seen Arcanine all day. She wasn't worried, since the canine pokemon could take care of herself, but it was decidedly out-of-character for Arcanine to go so long without checking up on her, given how protectively affectionate she was.

Before long, a knock on Sydney's door interrupted her; brushing her hands against her jacket, she rose to answer it.

The man at the door was slightly shorter than she was, with balding honey-brown hair that was hidden by a wide-brimmed straw hat; a commanding moustache of the same color rested on his face. He had the look of a man accustomed to a life of labor--a stout frame that mixed fat and muscles with heavily suntanned skin.

"'Lo!" he said cheerily, taking off his hat with one hand and proffering the other for a shake. "I thought I'd introduce myself. We're neighbors!"

"Ah, hello there!" Sydney said, taking his hand and shaking it vigorously. She had read about a massive ranch adjoining her new property. "I'm Sydney, a professional battler and part-time breeder!"

"Hmhm! I happen to be in that latter business myself! Name's Alex." Replacing his hat, the man's eyes twinkled. "You wouldn't happen to own a female Arcanine, would you?

Immediately, exasperation filled the ace. What had Arcanine gotten into this time? "I do, in fact," she said. "Why?"

"Well, she's wandered onto my property... actually, it might be simpler if I just show you." Turning about, Alex strode down the lane, Sydney in hot pursuit.

Just a few hours earlier, as dawn poked over the horizon, Arcanine had staggered into Alex's ranch. By now her heat was fully underway; her pussy was sopping, the smell sharp enough that even a human could have picked up on it, and she was nearly woozy from raw, insatiable need. She was still somewhat new to it, and this was more intense than she had ever felt.

As she staggered aimlessly onto the property, a crescendo of distant whinnies and neighs perked up her ears. Following the sound, she turned the corner just in time to see Rapidash finishing up a matronly Ponyta, her hooves resting on a fencepost. The smaller pokemon's voice was baying as she was taken, and cum and juices sopped from her cunt to splash down on the ground. Nickering pleasantly, Rapidash hitched his hips out, leaving the well-bred Ponyta draped over the fence. His still-erect cock was massive, gleaming in the morning light from all the juices, and Arcanine...

Oh, sweet merciful Arceus, she wanted it.

Her already-powerful heat spiked even higher and she bayed low, pawing against the ground in an attempt to get Rapidash to notice her.

The equine turned to the sound and didn't seem surprised to see Arcanine, nor the state she was in. Motioning with his head to follow, he led her to a small stable adjoining one of Alex's barns. The stable's interior was empty except for a few breeding benches.

Arcanine had never used one of these before, but at Rapidash's urging, she draped her front paws over it, hanging her head low and lifting her tail to present to him. She needed satisfaction, needed it now. Rapdiash was explaining something to her, but she was only vaguely aware. Her body was smothering everything with an all-consuming need...

When she finally snapped back, he was already ramming deep inside of her, and she howled magnificently. A puff of flame slipped out of her mouth to light the air in time with an especially deep thrust. Yes... she'd been bred before, but never like this. Rapidash was clearly an expert. His thick equine cock was more than a match for her pussy, and his pace was incredible, filling her like she had never believed possible and forming a flawless drumbeat of pleasure.

Careless of who heard or noticed, driven only by her needful heat, Arcanine arched her head back and howled magnificently, begging Rapidash for more. He was more than happy to oblige, slamming home again and again, seemingly ceaseless in his stamina. Not until now had Arcanine really experienced such raw satisfaction, and she was left idly thinking that Sydney would have to up her game when finding Arcanine future breeding partners after she'd been with a stallion.

Their initial session was short but sweet, and when Rapidash slammed home, flooding her with thick horse cum, Arcanine squealed with delight. Her tail would be wagging if it weren't pinned to her back by Rapidash's weight, and she somehow knew she'd been impregnated. Well, it was the ideal time; her team was on hiatus anyway.

They rested for a few minutes before, to Arcanine's shock, Rapidash started up again. She barked in surprise, but Rapidash assured her that he'd seen her kind of heat before; being sated once wasn't enough. And indeed, even as he continued fucking and rutting her, Arcanine could feel the want surging back with all the force of a coming tidal wave. Soon enough she was panting madly again as he continued pleasing her, her mind awash in raw animalistic bliss. She didn't care how much she would get bred if it meant she got to continue enjoying pleasure like this!

By the time midday had arrived, she was still bent over the breeding bench, her pussy raw and sweetly used. Rapidash was grunting, having stuffed her more times than she could count and showing no signs of stopping, and Arcanine was half-sunk against the bench, her voice rolling out of her in a rough coo. This truly was everything she wanted.

When her trainer showed up with the ranch's owner, Arcanine barely cared, even as Sydney covered her mouth with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," the trainer told Alex, "I had no idea her heat was coming on, I wouldn't have let her wander..."

He waved off her concerns. "Well, there are worse mistakes to be made. Now, this guy here is the most in-demand stud on my whole property, and sessions with him command quite the fee..."

Sydney gulped.

"But," he continued, "I figure that in lieu of monetary payment, the eggs themselves would do."

Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't really afford to pay the breeding session or to take care of new pokemon at the moment. "Yes, that will work out fine."

Humming to himself, Alex hitched his thumbs in his pockets. "Looks like they make quite the match, though."

Sydney's cheeks burned. Arcanine was crooning, seemingly uncaring that she had a front-row audience to the most thorough fucking of her life. "I suppose they do." Still, though, she ended up smiling. Arcanine did look quite happy.

Not long after, Arcanine's pregnancy began. Her belly rounded out faster than usual and Sydney took her into town to get her looked at by the center.

The results astonished her. Seven eggs? Seven? Arcanine's past breeding sessions had only resulted in two or three. Alex really hadn't been joking when he'd talked up Rapidash's fertility...

As the weeks progressed and Arcanine rounded out, Sydney doted on her partner, rubbing her belly and making sure the mother-to-be was afforded every comfort. At one point Arcanine pouted, and Sydney surmised she was sour that she wouldn't be given the opportunity to nurse her young, since the eggs would be given right away to Alex.

"I suppose you should have thought about that before you fucked a stranger's pokemon," Sydney said. But she couldn't stay mad at her. "But even so," she added, "Alex has been nice to us, and I'm sure he'd let you come visit your kids and their father." And that had set Arcanine's tail wagging happily.

Eventually, the day came. Sydney took Arcanine to the town's Center and the big dog laboriously laid her seven eggs. As she rested, Alex and Rapidash showed up to the center to collect.

"My!" the farmer said, collecting the new eggs. "This is quite the haul--and both mother and young look healthy!"

"We're good?" Sydney asked him.

"Oh, more than good," he chuckled. Kneeling down, he started gently placing them into a straw basket. "In fact, if you need her bred again, let me know, and we can work out a more equitable arrangement--just, ah, contact me first?"

A smile touched Sydney's lips. "Will do."

As the trainers talked, Rapidash trotted over to Arcanine and nudged her. The canine pokemon, weary from the laying but proud, chastised him to take good care of their young, which he affirmed he would do. Leaning over to nuzzle her, he told her that he greatly enjoyed breeding with her--and she burned with pride. She could see herself entertaining him again.

And that was how Arcanine and Rapidash became best friends--and breeding buddies.

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Just as Sydney finished with her recollection, Blaze finished nursing, the little pup snorting before curling up to doze against Sydney. Blinking away the memory, she smiled down at him. "You really are spoiled, you know," she said without bite, the little pup's chest rising and falling. He was already asleep. "You and your sister, both still on milk? I really am too lenient."

She leaned back with a sigh, hand on her tummy. Arcanine was out there in the ranch somewhere--like her trainer, her gravidity was already showing. But whether it was because of her experience as a breeder or simply because pokemon bodies were better suited for carrying eggs, the canine pokemon hadn't found herself quite as pinned down as her trainer. Even now, she was out ranging in the wild... perhaps even finding an excuse to sneak off with Rapidash again. Arcanine wasn't in heat, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a good session of her own.

Moving gently to avoid waking Blaze, Sydney shifted and then groaned from the feeling of the eggs tumbling over themselves in her womb. They were still small, not even half their final size, yet already so heavy...

She sighed, looking down at her tummy, but then smiled--an unconstrained one, this time. It was hard to stay upset with her pokemon nearby, to say nothing of Blaze and Zen. Regardless of who the fathers were, she just knew her pups would enjoy having some new siblings to serve as their playmates.

Rising with a heavy moan, she made her way back inside to meet Tammy, who was due later that day. She left Blaze dozing in the outdoor air; she it was safe to leave him. After all, his other mother was about, and though Arcanine could get a little naughty when she needed to, no one, human or pokemon, could be as ferociously fiery as her.