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The clopping of hooves on pavement had become a familiar sound after the last year. Vanessa had come to admire the sound due to its ability to cut through the steady drone of Castelia City. The port city was always crowded no matter where you went, but they made a wide berth for the rider atop her mount. It helped that she wore the blue uniform of a police officer, her face hidden under a smooth, rounded riding helmet and a pair of black sunglasses.

The rapidash she rode on was a tall stallion with vivid red and orange flames spilling forth from his mane, tail, and hooves. He held himself in a high regard, his trained eyes slowly perusing the crowds they passed. His powerful muscles were tense, alluding to his desire to move faster than they currently were, but his rider kept him on point. Whenever they would pass pedestrians that came too close, he would throw his head up and snort, his front hooves stamping against the ground.

“Mounted Unit C-3 checking in,” Vanessa spoke into her hip radio as she leaned back in her saddle “Unity, Liberty, and Prime Pier are clear. Show Caesar and I as coming back to base, over.” The radio crackled as she placed it back on her belt, before sighing as she slumped in the saddle. “Another day in paradise, huh?”

The rapidash’s ears flicked up when she commented this, before a collar around his neck lit up with a yellow light. Immediately, she would receive sound over the translator located in her helmet. “You know it isn’t, at least you don’t have kids with sticky fingers constantly trying to touch your face.” Her mount’s voice had been picked out by her specifically when Silph had first integrated the translator prototype into the Unova police force. “I swear, if I get called a ‘horsy’ one more time…”

It was a rich, masculine tone, reflecting the stallion’s impressive stature and giving him a sense of authority. She had reflected that it was a shame she was the only one able to hear it, but it had definitely been a good choice. Even if the stallion was unable to voice his complaints to anyone other than her, he deserved the chance to speak in a matter befitting his status.

“I suppose I don’t, but at least you don’t have criminals constantly trying to get in your pants.” She reached down to pat the horse’s broad shoulder, her fingers tracing along his coarse fur before she sat back up straight. “Next time that happens, I’m just going to let you kick their lights out, sound good?” The horse’s response was to simply snort, his flame like tail flicking upwards.

The heat coming from him was barely noticeable to her at this point. She still fondly remembered when they first met after she was accepted into the mounted division. At first, he had seemed rather annoyed with their choice in his rider. She wasn’t exactly much to look at; even if she was a tall girl, it seemed like he didn’t think she could handle him. He had given her one look and allowed his flames to flare up greatly, when she tried to climb on his back. Her response had been to grab his bridle and yank him down so that they were face-to-face. The words went unspoken, and she had simply released him at that moment before he begrudgingly allowed her to mount up.

The two had still been uncertain of each other, but after a few weeks, they had gotten to the point of creating friendly banter. When six months had passed and their review came up, both of them refused to be assigned a different partner. It was the only way to make the long days on patrol tolerable, especially after the implementation of the translators made speaking easy.

“Just say the word and I’ll kick their asses.” His tone left it up to her to wonder if he was joking, especially when he looked back over his shoulder at her. “I could always torch them. Can’t make me do excessive force paperwork if I don’t have thumbs, right?” His playful chuckled was accompanied by an equine whinny as he picked up his pace. “But that’s conduct unbecoming of an officer, isn’t it?”

“Oh, that’s real nice. I’ll remember that when I’m filling out our yearly evaluation form.”

Her right heel gently tapped against his side, signaling him to turn down a narrow street that was a bit less crowded. The two moved together in sync, the leads in her hand unnecessary to control him. Even if their initial meeting had been rather rough, she had come to admire the equine for his brash nature and the way he always spoke his mind. It helped he had a captive audience, but she didn’t allow that to deter her thinking.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that. I still think I should get the chance to evaluate you. That big butt of yours has weighed me down lately.” The swift kick she delivered to his ribs did little more than make the large animal grunt, before he chuckled under his breath and dipped his head lower. “I’m just saying, I’m the one walking for both of us. It gets exhausting…especially with how much we’ve been doing it lately.

Vanessa didn’t need to bring up the reason for this, even though she allowed herself to smile. It was true they were working extra hours lately; there was a big festival coming to town, and they needed lots of crowd control. She was happy about it, at least. It meant more time out and about, and less time for her to go back to her rundown apartment.

“Awww, I like hanging out with you too, big boy. Just don’t forget who fills your trough and changes your hay. Hey, stop up here for a sec, I need to grab something.” She tugged on his lead gently, directing him to the side of the road next to a small storefront displaying a variety of baked goods. She noticed the way the equine’s ears perked up, and she pulled herself free of the saddle with a soft grunt. “You know the rules: wait here, be a good boy, and maybe I’ll get you something.”

He had started to say something before she pulled the helmet free of her head, shaking her short brown hair out a bit. The sound of his voice was reflected by his snorts and whinnies, and she chuckled as she reached up to tie the helmet to a loop on the saddle. “Don’t try to sweet talk me, it’s all falling on deaf ears anyways.” As she came around the front of the equine, she took a moment to reach up and pat the side of his muzzle.

It was still bizarre to her when she was around him without his translator. She could see the collar lighting up as he continued to try to speak to her, his blue eyes fixed on her own. His muzzle was curled up in a rather coy smile, and she rolled her eyes before reaching up to scratch the area above his horn. “You know, I almost think I like this version of you better. A lot less back sass.” She took a few steps away before yelping when she felt a tug on the brim of her shirt, nearly making her lose her footing.

Her face reddened as Caesar’s amused whinny hit her ears once he released her shirt from his mouth. Even though it should have annoyed her, she had come to admire his seemingly playful attitude around her; it created a more relaxed atmosphere between the two. Even still, she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head at him. “Now, Officer Caesar, you have a reputation to uphold as an uncontrollable brute. You keep acting like that and they’re going to sell you off to the petting zoo.”

Caesar chuckled as best he could and shook his head as he watched her walking away from him. She didn’t need to tie him up, trusting that he wouldn’t wander off. His harness bore plenty of warnings to stay away from him due to his status as a police horse, but she was certain he’d have a crowd of admirers around him when she got back.

Instead of heading for the bakery, she stepped past it into a small, unmarked electronics store. The entrance was crowded with shelves full of different wires and components laid about haphazardly. A smeargle sat near the counter, screwdriver in hand as he busied himself with undoing the back of a computer. He lifted a hand in greeting as his owner stepped out of the back room.

A bit shorter than Vanessa, he was a young man with blond hair that was buzzed short. He was dressed in what amounted to a lab coat, although the pockets were overflowing with different tools. There was noticeable dirt and soot on his face, except for two circles around his eyes where his goggles usually sat. They hung around his neck from a lanyard currently, and she got the impression she had interrupted something.

“Hey, ‘Nessa, you here to check on the adjustments?” Even if Silph had created the translators, most of the mounted units deemed them impractical. The battery packs for them were large, making their implementation in the riding helmets all but a necessity. With the force signing a contract with a few free agents around town, they were trying to remedy this situation. “I managed to get the dang thing out in one piece. Silph reallllly doesn’t like people pulling their stuff apart.” He gestured to the counter where a disassembled helmet sat, the speaker system resting separate from a large battery.

“Don’t call me that, you’re supposed to work for the department, remember?” Her stern expression lasted for only a few moments before she playfully shoved his shoulder. “Come on, Ketch, tell me you have some good news for me.”

“Oww, oww! Police brutality!” He grinned at her before chuckling as he looked down at the components. “I still don’t know how they got the damn linguistics unit to run without a fan to stop it from overheating.” He shrugged before shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the back counter. “The best I can do is…maybe a week? That big shindig’s coming to town later this month, right? I should have it done by then.”

She pursed her lips together as she thought about this, before begrudgingly nodding. “Well, I guess it’s better than nothing. I’ll let Sergeant Wesk know where you’re at.” She smirked when she noticed the way he cringed at the mention of her, and he immediately pulled his goggles back over his face.

“Oh man, she gives me the creeps…you should have heard her the other day when I asked for another helmet. I thought she was coming to come through the phone and strangle me.” Even the smeargle seemed to tremble at that thought, stopping in his actions for a moment before returning to his work. “Anyways, good to see you, ‘Nessa, give Caesar my regards, yeah?”

“Come on, she’s not that bad…to me, at least.” She had never put much thought into that, but she had always heard she was a bit of a hot head. With how much time she spent around a fire type, however, she knew what a real fierce temper could be like. “I have to get back to base, you have a good day!”

True to her assumption, when she stepped back onto the sidewalk, she could see a few people had already gathered around Caesar. Most of them took notice of his warning harness and kept their distance, but the snorting of the stallion was a great deterrent as well. She shook her head with a sigh as she began to head towards him, before pausing and turning to go into the bakery.

The bell above the door jingled cheerfully as she walked into the bakery, the scent of bread and sugar hitting her nose almost immediately. As soon as she entered, a cheerful greeting arose from behind the counter where the owner of the shop stood. An older woman with dark, gray hair, she had always seemed very friendly to her. Vanessa immediately made her way to the counter and sighed as she rested her hands on the counter.

“Hey, Shirley, did that order come in yet?” She smiled as soon as she reached under the counter and pulled out a nondescript white box and set it on the counter in front of her. When Vanessa flicked the top of it open, she would see three rows of white cubes, swirls of red and blue mixed in with it.

“Cheri and oran berry infused sugar cubes, Officer Keeran, just like you requested!” The owner chuckled and pulled a small, plastic bag up from her side of the counter. She quickly waved her off when Vanessa started to reach for her wallet while she bagged up the box. “Don’t worry about that, hon. I’ve given out plenty of freebies before. I always feel bad for those poor mounts of yours, just make sure you share them with all of them, not just that tank you’re riding.”

Vanessa frowned but accepted the bag when she held it out to her. “You know I don’t expect any special treatment, right? I can pay for this…”

“Sweetie, with all due respect, the last time you tried to buy a donut your card got declined…believe me, this is the least I can do.” She smiled reassuringly at her before her eyes drifted over her shoulder towards the front window. “Oh, it looks like Caesar found some friends. Make sure you let me know how they like them; I’ll get more in stock if they do!”

She quickly turned towards the door at the mention of this, and she grimaced when she saw a few trainers gathered dangerously close to the large equine. With a shake of her head, she groaned and started to walk towards the door, “Thanks again, Shirley, I’ll let you know how it goes!” The bell jingled once more as she stepped out of the shop, and her face immediately curled up when she looked towards them.

Caesar was standing rather stiffly, gently shifting around on his hooves as a rather excitable looking blitzle shuffled around in front of him. Her trainer and what she assumed were a couple of friends were standing nearby, giggling and laughing at what was happening before them. They were all red faced and there were quite a few whispers amongst them, and after Vanessa saw what they were directed at, her heart nearly skipped a beat.

After all the time she spent cleaning the rapidash, it had been impossible not to notice the rather large sheath between his hind legs. Accompanied by a pair of coconut sized, black tinted testicles, it had always embarrassed her when she had to wash down his underside. For his part, he had always been respectful and never mentioned it, although she was sure that was just because he was as mortified as she was.

The object of the female trainer’s attention was currently the large black and pink molted shaft spilling out of the horse’s sheath. He was trying to avoid the gaze of the blitzle, even as his manhood noticeably twitched. The zebra’s tail was flagged high as she brushed her muzzle against the large stallion’s cheek, her soft noises contrasting his own gruff responses. He was trying to back up, his heavy prick swinging between his hind legs, but she insisted on following him.

“Catherine’s really going after him…” One of the females mentioned with a loud giggle, seemingly not noticing Vanessa angrily storming up behind them. “I bet they’d have cute babies…”

“The Nurse did say it was their season…I don’t think she’s big enough for him, though…” What seemed to be the owner of the blitzle made no attempt to reach for the pokeball on her belt, seemingly transfixed by the sight of the horse’s molted shaft. “I wish my boyfriend was half the size of that…”

“Ladies, do you know how much trouble you can get for harassing a police horse.” All three of them jumped as Vanessa rather angrily snapped at them. They immediately turned towards her as she walked past them and grabbed a gentle handful of the blitzle’s mane. For her part, the zebra suddenly seemed conscientious of her actions as she was led back to the trainers.

Caesar was finally able to get a chance to breathe, the large flanks of the stallion rising and falling heavily. His nostrils were constantly flaring, his hips trembling as his manhood reached full size under his stomach. He snorted as Vanessa gave a look towards him, and dipped his head a bit, trying not to meet her eyes.

“He is as much an officer of the law as I am. Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease him?” She glared at them past her sunglasses, wanting to do so much more than just chew them out for this. It was the first time she had ever since Caesar’s shaft, and she was truthfully shocked that anything could be that large. “I have half a mind to take you in for interfering with his duties.”

The blitzle quickly rushed to her trainer’s side once Vanessa released her, her tail dropping lower as the girl stepped forward. “Hey, it’s not our fault…i-it’s just pokemon being pokemon, right?” Her friends murmured in agreement as the zebra pokemon looked over her shoulder at Caesar in a longing fashion. “She was just trying to be friendly, he’s the one that couldn’t control himself.”

“I’m not chastising her; I understand they have needs. You don’t need to be exacerbating it by having her put him in such a difficult position right on the street.” She immediately snapped back at them as she walked up to Caesar’s side and grabbed her helmet. The muffled voice of the stallion came through the translator inside of it, but she didn’t listen to it. “If I ever see you taunting my partner again, I’ll make sure he’s the least of your worries. Now get out of here before I make this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

There were a series of grumbles from the girls before her friends urged her to take the opportunity to leave. Her blitzle looked back at them one last time, her ears folded down in embarrassment before she turned and walked away. It gave them both a good view of her flagged tail, her black lipped pussy glistening in the sunlight. It was shaped like a tear drop, contrasting greatly between her white ass cheeks. Every few steps it would wink open slightly, showing her inner pink walls. It was all Vanessa needed to confirm that she was in heat, and she sighed as she looked up at her partner.

Caesar still refused to meet her eyes, simply staring at the ground as his hips rocked against the air instinctively. The police horse had stopped trying to speak to her over the translator, and she sighed as she reached up to shove the box of sugar cubes into one of his saddle bags. “I’ll give you some time to, ugh, calm down…but after that we’re heading back to base.”

He snorted in response and took a few shuffling steps forward. With all the tourists walking past, it seemed it wouldn’t take long for him to get himself under control. It was embarrassing for both of them, and she was certain she would be getting reprimanded for this, even if it wasn’t her fault. There were already a number of nasty looks directed their way, parents trying to stop their children from seeing just what was ‘wrong’ with the horse.

As she waited next to him, her eyes slowly drifted down towards the molted shaft. She was thanking for the sunglasses obscuring her wandering eyes, but the red on her face wasn’t as easy to hide. There had always been a certain curiosity associated with what his manhood looked like, and now she was able to see it first-hand.

It was mostly black along the base and the crest, with pink along the center near the medial ring. The head was thick and partially flared, a bit of moisture glistening on the tip of it. With how close she was to him, she could pick up on the potent scent of it. It was a heady aroma, spicy and salty at the same time; it made her own nose twitch from how repugnant it was, and to her surprise she felt a bit of warmth growing in her stomach.

She quickly pulled her eyes away from his groin, realizing that she had been gawking at it just like those immature women had. The last thing he needed at that moment was to know she was watching him just like all the others. Still though, she couldn’t help but wonder just what it felt like. It certainly looked heavy, and although Vanessa had never been with a man herself, she was positive it was totally different.

Lost in her own thoughts, she was drawn back to reality when the equine brushed his muzzle against her. By now, only the fat tip of his manhood was poking out of his sheath, but the impatient stamping of his hooves signaled his desire to leave.

After taking a deep breath, she put her helmet on and stuck one foot in his stirrup, before pulling herself up onto his back. It felt strange riding him after seeing just what he had between his legs, and no matter what she tried she couldn’t get the image out of her head. She didn’t even need to signal him with her heels before he started moving, his flames dully burning along his mane.

The two travelled in silence for a few blocks, Vanessa unsure just what to say after that incident. It wasn’t like she had much experience with this, and she could only imagine what was going through the equine’s head. He didn’t stay silent for too long, however, and soon his collar would flash with light as his rumbling voice projected through the translator.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But, I…”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Vanessa reached down and pat the Rapidash’s shoulders, noticing the way he seemed to flinch away from her. It was disheartening to see him acting this way, and she frowned as she moved the leads to guide him down a wide alleyway. They occasionally used these as auxiliary passages when the streets weren’t viable, although he always complained about the scent of them. Today, it certainly didn’t seem like he minded it as much. “It’s only natural, right?”

“Yeah but, I mean…for some random mare on the street? I liked to think I wasn’t just some young, dumb colt thinking with his…you know.” His head flicked up, one of his eyes regarding her for a moment, before he kept walking. “If she didn’t smell so nice it wouldn’t have happened…”

His rider leaned back in his saddle, biting down on her lip as she tried to think of something to say to reassure him. One of her hands reached back and patted his side as she ran her response over in her head. “Believe me, I obviously have no idea what it must be like, but…we can always get you situated in the breeding program. A big stallion like you, I’m sure they’d love to have you…”

It made her jump when his flames suddenly shot upwards, flaring up with annoyance as he tossed his head around. “I don’t want to do that. I don’t want just some random female that means nothing to me.” He took a few more steps before coming to a standstill, his tail flicking around as his eyes met hers in a defiant gaze. “I don’t want a brood mare, someone I’ll breed once and never see again…I guess I want…”

Even from her gentle heels pressing into his side, he refused to budge, his ears pressed tightly to his head. He fell silent as she dropped down to his side and came around to his front. Almost immediately the horse’s eyes fell to the ground, his head stubbornly holding firm as she tried to lift his muzzle to look at her.

“I want…an actual mate…you know…like you humans have. Someone I don’t have to chase down once a year when they’re in heat.” He scoffed as one of his front hooves smacked against the pavement. “I did the whole ‘stud’ thing before I joined the force, and I don’t want to do it again.”

Vanessa reassuringly stroked his long muzzle, scratching under his chin in one of the places he seemed to enjoy. She didn’t speak but allowed him to keep explaining himself to her. She had known at some point she was going to have to put him up to stud, all the senior riders had mentioned how it kept their mounts clear headed and free of pent up desires.

“I don’t know…by Arceus, sometimes I wish…” He slowly lifted his head to look in her eyes as he ground his flat teeth together. After a few moments of looking at her, he finally managed to grumble out what was on his mind. “Sometimes…I wish that you were a mare…”

Vanessa paused when she heard this before reaching up and slowly pulling her sunglasses off. The look on her face must have worried him, because he turned away from her and stomped his hoof harder against the ground. It left noticeable cracks in the old pavement, reminding her just how strong the stallion was as his attempts to explain himself continued.

“Not like that, I mean! It’s just…all the mares I ever met were the one and done type, they didn’t really want to stick around with me after we finished. I’m not trying to imply that we would ever, I mean…” He snorted and cursed under his breath, looking away in annoyance when his partner took a step away from him. “I just, really like being around you, is all…I’d rather not having you decide who I mate with.”

It was a lot for her to hear all at once, the sudden admission from her mount making her blush all the brighter. The image of his huge shaft came back to mind against her will, and no matter how hard she tried, when she looked at him all she could see was his breeding tool. “Caesar, I have to admit this is…very surprising…to say the least…” She awkwardly reached up to rub the back of her neck below the cusp of her helmet and sighed to herself. “I’ve considered us friends since our first month together, but…I mean, I’m supposed to be your handler.”

He fell silent as she continued to press the subject, and she pursed her lips before leaning forward to throw her arms around his neck. She could feel him tensing up in her hold as she turned and gently kissed the side of his muzzle. He seemed to tremble in uncertainty, before she gave him a reassuring smile “If you weren’t a big, smelly horse, I think I’d date you.” She playfully punched his shoulder before releasing his hold and stepping back from him. “Anyways…come on, they’re expecting us back at base…”

Caesar looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his downcast expression leading her to believe that he wasn’t satisfied with her response. He nodded but his translator collar remained dark, and her smile slowly faded away as she walked back up to his side. This time, as she put her foot in the stirrup, he would dip down a bit, assisting her in getting up onto his back.

“I’m sorry, buddy, I wasn’t trying to insult you…” She took his leads in her hand before he took off at a brisk trot, seemingly impatient all of a sudden. He didn’t even slow when they came out of the alleyway onto a busy street. Before she could stop him, he had stepped onto the mostly empty bike path on the side of the road. “Come on, Caesar…”

He didn’t respond to her, but began to run a bit faster, slowing down only when a biker came up in front of him. They would see the police horse in action and eventually move out of the way, allowing him to overtake them. Although they normally weren’t supposed to take such a route outside of an emergency, he was hellbent on getting back to the base as quickly as his hooves would take him.

For her part, Vanessa could do little more than hang on for the ride, leaning forward in the saddle to prevent the risk of falling off. Her emotions were conflicted, letting her know that she had hurt her partner’s feelings more than he wanted to admit. It would have been different if he was a human, if there was anyone else he could interact with outside of her, but he was stuck with her as much as she was with him.

Her heels dug into his sides as he took a sharp turn that brought them to the outskirts of town on the entrance to Route 4. The buildings became less clustered out here, the throngs of pedestrians thinning out before the only thing they passed were vehicles on the road. Unlike the numerous officers in the city, they reported to a repurposed stable on the edge of town where all the mounted units were kept.

It was a small building with a large mechanical gate on the side; he had to skid to a stop in front of it. He didn’t seem tired out by the sudden run at all, if anything he was impatient, waiting for her to hold her keycard up to the reader before the gate swung open.

“I’m not going to tell anyone about this, Caesar.”

He ignored her comment, trotting forward into the back lot of the building. There was a large, barbed wire fence erected around the perimeter of the yard to keep the pokemon safe from intruders. A large grass yard was currently empty, but she could see a few more mounted officers coming out of the long, rectangular barn.

“Come on, buddy, I don’t think less of you for it, or anything…”

The horse trotted past the other officers without so much as an acknowledging bob of his head, but Vanessa took the time to raise a hand in greeting to them. She silently cursed when she noticed one of them was the notorious Sergeant Wesk, an older woman who normally rode a tauros. Vanessa noticed her eyes following the two of them as Caesar slipped into the tight confines of the barn.

The scent of fresh hay and pokemon hit her nose right away, and she could see a few of the mounts already penned up in their stalls. Her commanding officer’s tauros was in the first pen, his head already shoved deep into his feeding trough. Next to him was a sawsbuck, the mount of choice for the officer that patrolled the outskirts of the city. There were also a number of empty stalls, each one signaling a different part of the force. Laying in a pile of hay at the very back was an arcanine that served as a mixture of a guard dog and a riot response mount if things ever got really bad in the city.

They all regarded the two of them curiously, but Caesar didn’t stop until he got to his back pen and snorted under his breath. As soon as Vanessa got off his back, he looked away from her and impatiently stamped his hoof. “Can you just…schedule me an appointment, I guess…since I don’t get to choose my mate.” His collar flashed as he mentioned this, his tone suddenly tired and defeated as he faced away from her. “And…can we just forget about today?”

“Yeah, I can do that…” She sighed as she pulled her helmet off and set it on a hook near his stall door. His stall was located in the back of the barn, the most spacious one considering his large size. The hay had been changed out that morning, and she had been sure to fill his trough before they left so she wouldn’t have to do it when they got back. As soon as she undid the straps to his saddle and pulled it off of him, he gave his large body a good shake before stepping into his stall.

“Like I said, no one will hear about this…” She watched as he retreated to the far corner of his stall, and she sighed before turning away from him. For a moment she considered grabbing the box of treats from his saddlebag, but he seemed in no mood for it. The arcanine didn’t so much as stir from his position, resting on his back amidst a large pile of hay, but she gently nudged his leg as she walked past. “Hey, Tiberius…keep an eye on him, would you?”

The large canine snorted in his sleep before sleepily opening an eye to regard her. His front paws dangled over his chest as he rolled over to face her, before lazily nodding his head and letting out a huff as he laid his head back down and closed his eyes.

Before Vanessa walked away from him, the thought of Caesar’s private parts entered her mind once more, and she allowed her gaze to drift down to the canine’s crotch. Unlike the equine, his sheath was incredibly fuzzy, a light tan color against his furry belly, his balls hanging below it. They were just as large as the rapidash’s was, and she could feel a slight tremor running through her stomach. Her face had begun to redden, her hands tightening into fists.

Why was she feeling this way all of a sudden? After so much time spent around these pokemon, had she really not realized just how big they were? She was drawn out of her thoughts when a gentle bark hit her ears. The canine had opened his eyes again and seemed to notice just what she was staring at. Unlike Caesar, however, he spread his hind legs out wider as his tongue lazily lolled out of his mouth. His hips bucked upwards, almost as if he knew what conflicted thoughts were going through her mind.

“J-Just…watch Caesar, you freakin’ mutt…” She growled under her breath as he simply rolled his eyes at her. Completely unabashed, a pointed, bright red tip had poked free of his sheath from his thrust upwards. It was much different than the equine’s fat, rounded tip had been, and she had to force herself to pull her eyes away from it as she turned to walk away.

The eyes of the sawsbuck and tauros followed her when she walked past their pens, seemingly more interested in her than usual. She didn’t know what it was that had gotten into them all of a sudden. The only saving grace was the lack of a psychic pokemon on the team, as long as she could keep the budding thoughts out of her head, she was fine with it.

Her walk to the main building was brief and she ignored the officers gathered in the main area in favor of heading straight to the woman’s locker room. Considering herself and her commanding officer were the only females on the team, it was mostly secluded. She had just reached her locker when she heard a voice clearing behind her. Her heart sank as soon as she realized she wasn’t going to be able to keep her promise to Caesar, as the question inferred her knowledge of the incident.

“I heard Caesar was causing a scene on the streets, want to tell me what that’s about?”

The voice made her blood run cold, and she swallowed hard before nervously turning to look at her. Alice Wesk, the leader of her unit. The older woman always had a way of making her nervous, regardless of if it was her intent or not. She was a bit shorter than Vanessa was, with slightly longer hair, bright auburn in color with dark green eyes. She was already dressed out of her uniform and in a set of civilian clothes, but her authoritative voice still carried all she needed to get her point across.

“Sergeant Wesk, we were on patrol near the central commons. I left Caesar for a moment, sticking with regulation that he remains in my sight at all time,” she swallowed for a moment, hating the way she seemed to continuously examine her face “I checked in with the contractor for the translator modifications, and then I was picking up…well, a reward I guess you could call it. It’s coming up my year anniversary with Caesar, and I wanted to get something special for him.”

“When I came out of the building, a group of civilians was accosting him with a blitzle in heat. He had a reaction to her scent…and was unable to prevent himself from, uh…” She bit down own her lip, trying to find the right words to say in front of her, only to be taken by surprise when her Sergeant laughed in amusement.

“He’s in rut, huh? I remember when Marcus first decided to ‘show off’ on the street.” The older woman leaned up against the lockers and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head wistfully at the thought. “That was during the Unova Elite Four procession…I guess one of the carts was being pulled by a ponyta he took a fancy to. They get one whiff,” she raised a hand in front of them and snapped her fingers to emphasize her point “and boom, they’re ready to go.”

Vanessa nodded a bit, heat returning to her face. It felt strange speaking to her commanding officer like this, but after she turned back to her locker, she did her best not to seem like she was ignoring her. While she kept speaking, she began to pull out her own set of clothing, her mind on getting out of this awkward conversation as fast as possible.

“Of course, back then we didn’t have those translators in our helmets, so you could imagine how hard it was for him to explain himself.” She chuckled and shook her head a bit, giving Vanessa a bit of modesty and looking away from her as she began to pull her shirt off. “It certainly helps now, though…after ten years on the force and finally getting to talk to your partner and best friend? I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

The younger woman’s body was a testament to her time spent on the force. She was muscular, but not overly so. Her time spent on Caesar’s back kept her from needing to exert herself too much during the day, but she still made sure to keep in shape. Her breasts were perky and rounded, held up by a plain white bra. She didn’t hesitate more than a moment before she pulled a shirt on over top of it, slowly nodding along as she removed her utility belt.

“Anyways, that randy bull needs to visit the breeder multiple times a year, sometimes I just wish I could take care of him myself and save the hassle.” Sergeant Wesk regarded her out of the corner of her eye as she crossed her arms back over her chest. “Of course, that would require me to consider men in any regard other than useless. If I could, I’d have this whole department staffed with woman.”

Vanessa paused in her actions as she looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Now that she thought of it, her only interactions with her were watching her chewing out the men in the department. It had always seemed like she chastised their mistakes, but usually let her off easy. She had chalked that up to being good at her job, but now…it made her wonder.

“But…I guess that’s just wishful thinking, huh?” She let it hang at that before turning and heading for the door. “Don’t bother mentioning it to anyone, I already told off the pissant that called it in…who the hell calls 911 over a pokemon getting aroused in public? ‘Oh, boo hoo, my dick isn’t as big as that horse’s, I’m going to call the cops about it’, don’t let it get to you, Officer Keeran.”

Vanessa raised a hand as she left the locker room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. It was hard for her to believe that just happened; it made her wonder just what she was trying to get at. It took away some of the embarrassment from the day, especially knowing she wouldn’t have to write a report about it, but it didn’t reassure her completely. The thought of Caesar alone in his stall kept coming back to her mind.

After getting dressed in her civilian clothing, she grabbed her belt and walked back into the main room. The others were already talking about what they were going to be doing for the night, and she brushed off any attempts to ask her to come with them. Ever since she got out of the academy, the appeal to go out and drink when she had to work the next day had stopped appealing to her. Once she had dropped her utility belt and service weapon off with the armory, she made her way to the exit.

The realization she had forgotten to schedule a breeding appointment came to mind when she stepped out the front door, but she disregarded it. Caesar had certainly seemed against the idea, and right now the last thing she wanted to think about was him breeding.

Her trip home was a blur after she stepped on the bus that stopped down the street from the station. It had become a normal routine for her, every day getting off work and coming home, only to get up and do the exact same thing the next day. The doldrum events of her life always came to mind when she sat on the bus, watching the buildings pass her by. The only joy she was able to derive from her career was the time on the street.

She enjoyed being an officer, as well as being able to serve in the largest city on the continent. The only thing that made it disappointing for her was the insistence that she remain on horseback the entire time. The only crimes she had to handle usually came down to petty squabbles and disputes over parking. It was supposed to be an honor, being in the public eye as much as she was, but the only thing that made it worthwhile was her time spent with Caesar.

That Sergeant Wesk was able to do it for so many years – even before the implementation of the translators – was baffling to her. She supposed the appeal lay in the mundane role of a small-time peacekeeper, but she didn’t see it. Her role boiled down to that of a glorified parking attendant, even if the top brass insisted otherwise.

Her stop was one of the last ones on the line, and by then the sun had already begun to set amongst the skyscrapers. The sound of waves rocking against the pier hit her ears as she stepped off of the bus, only to sigh as she turned up the sidewalk. Her building was little more than an efficiency apartment, but it was new enough to not need much in the way of renovation or repairs. The only mail she had waiting for her in the lobby were bills for that month, as well as a letter addressed from her parents. She knew they had been proud of her for getting such a ‘prestigious’ position, but it wasn’t something she had spoken to them about lately.

The elevator rattled as she took it up to the third floor, her hands shoved deep into her pockets to fish out her keys. The door dinged as it opened, and she found herself hurrying down the hall towards her apartment. Every night had become the same, boring routine. The empty, single bedroom apartment greeted her with the dull buzz coming from the refrigerator. There were still a number of boxes packed up against one wall, full of mementos that she didn’t have the time or energy to unpack.

Dinner came in the form of an instant microwavable meal, and as she took a seat at her meager dinner table her thoughts began to wander. Tiberius had been so keen to show himself off to her, even though Caesar had been so naturally shy. It struck her as funny that the men she spent most of her time around could have such different reactions to her staring at their crotches. That molted black and pink horse cock once again came to mind, contrasting with Teberius’ own pointy one, and she bit down on her lip as she thought about it.

Pokephillia – while not outlawed – was considered taboo, inappropriate in the cultured atmosphere of Unova. She had received calls before from concerned citizens worried that their neighbors were hurting their pokemon, only to go through the awkward song and dance of them explaining what was really going on.

The first time she had responded to a report of a woman screaming in an apartment building up town, she hadn’t needed a report to figure out which one it was. She still remembered the looks on the face of the pair when she kicked open the door. It had been a woman around her age, on all fours with a furfrou on her back. The two had been utterly humiliated, reminding her of the look on Caesar’s face from earlier in the day.

That was the first experience she ever had with the subject, and she was ashamed to admit that some part of it had stuck with her. Why would a woman ever want to give themselves up to a pokemon, a glorified beast of burden? It struck her at that moment that it was the same reason they would give themselves up to a human male.

Desire. Lust. Want. Need.

It all came together in her mind before being dashed away by the ding of the microwave. Her stomach twisted itself into knots as she got to her feet and opened the door to the microwave; she dropped it in the trash without a second thought. She suddenly felt too exhausted to eat, and with a sigh she dropped back first onto her bed and stared up at the cracked ceiling. Caesar had to have had the same desires that she did, but he wasn’t afforded the grace of hiding them from sight.

Vanessa had her share of boyfriends over the years, but they never lasted for long. She had never truly felt comfortable around most of them, and because of that sex was completely out of the question. It was hard to explain that it wasn’t them, and the last one she had – when she first moved to Castelia City – remarked that she loved her horse more than him. The insinuation had hurt at the time, but now…could she deny it?

Her eyes closed tight as she took a deep, shuddering breath, before she allowed her thoughts to drift off as exhaustion began to overtake her. Her dreams were muddled, full of conflicting thoughts, her own anxiety building off of her uncertainty to rile her dreams into a mess of exaggerated sights and sounds.

She bolted upright as she suddenly awoke later that night, her face pale and covered in sweat. Her breathing was heavy, her hands tightened into fists as she tried to bring herself back down. Through bleary eyes she was able to read the clock above the sink that it was well past midnight, and she groaned as she allowed herself to fall back into bed. She hadn’t expected to fall asleep so quickly, and it came as a shock when she suddenly remembered where she was.

The twisting sensation in her stomach was still present, and she grimaced as she got to her feet slowly. Her mouth was dry, her heart racing in her chest as she stumbled to the sink and filled her hands with water, before splashing it onto her face. Eventually, she was able to regain her composure and her breathing steadied, her eyes squeezing tightly shut before she stood upright. The apartment suddenly seemed too small and cramped, and she couldn’t bear to be in it any longer.

Before she left, she grabbed her jacket and threw it on before practically rushing out the door and down the hallway. She decided to forgo the elevator in favor of the fire escape which was accessible through a doorway at the end of the hall. They weren’t supposed to use it, but at this moment, she really didn’t care.

Her feet hit the pavement with a gentle grunt from her before she stood up a bit straighter and shivered in the cold night air. The breeze coming off of the ocean was cooling, helping to calm the fire that was raging in her body. With no plan or purpose, she turned to exit the alley behind her building and set up the sidewalk towards the center of town. The nightlife in the city became more apparent the closer she got to the downtown area, drunken revelers and pedestrians passing her by without so much as a glance.

She had to admit, at a time like this, the anonymity that city life afforded her was worth the hassle of high prices and congested streets. At night it didn’t matter that she was a police officer, right now she was just another face in the crowd. There were comments here and there when she struck the fancy of over intoxicated individuals, but they were brushed off with as little concern as she could manage to give.

The night air was calming to her overworked body, but it didn’t take away the constant doubt gnawing at the corners of her mind. She was stressed, overworked, underappreciated, and the only person that seemed to understand that was in a stable across town. It seemed like every man she met thought they could take her problems away just by being there, but none were willing to offer her their full support.

Her previous boyfriends all declared her profession as being too dangerous, some even debating whether she had a death wish for becoming an officer. It had been insulting when they implied that she couldn’t handle herself, but Caesar had always scoffed at her doubts, declaring her to be one of the bravest women he had ever met on more than one occasion.

With her head directed towards her feet, she didn’t notice just where she was walking until it suddenly hit her that she had already made it to the outskirts of town. Part of her wondered what had brought her all the way out here, but she knew the truth. It was a shameful realization, but she couldn’t deny it anymore. The chain of events started after seeing Caesar’s erect manhood, compounded by Tiberius’ display and Alice’s comments all came together in her mind to form one undisputable truth.

She wanted Caesar, and she couldn’t tell herself no.

A shudder went down her spine as she slowly began to walk towards the main office building. The cameras above the door were noticeable, and she debated turning around at that moment, but she realized it would look even more suspicious. The night watchmen would understand if she told him she forgot something important in her locker, she assured herself. The scanner beeped loudly when she swiped her key card along it before the locks disengaged with a click. To her surprise, when she walked through the door the normal watchmen was gone, replaced by Sergeant Wesk who had her feet propped up on the desk as she leaned back in her chair.

“Officer Keeran, good to see you.” She waved a hand towards her direction as she shifted amongst the paperwork in her hands. “To be honest, I thought you’d be here sooner.” She looked up from her work, giving her a knowing smirk as she pulled her feet off of the desk. “Couldn’t sleep, huh? I bet you had something on your mind…I wonder what that could ever be…after you left, Tiberius was very eager to tell me how much you enjoyed staring at his dick.” Her tone was almost condescending, teasing in tone as she gestured with one hand towards the doorway to the yard. “Don’t let me stop you, just know…I’ll be watching.”

Vanessa tried to think up something to say, anything to rebut what she had implied with her accusation. It almost felt like she was watching herself from outside her body, her legs stiffly moving her towards the door. She nodded slowly, only to take a deep breath as she reached down and took a hold of the door handle. “You won’t…tell anyone, right?”

“Let’s just say…we’ll see. I would never inconvenience another woman, especially one as…lovely, as you.” She hadn’t moved an inch from her chair, but Vanessa swallowed hard when she noticed the monitors on the desk. They were all tuned in to the stables, the one in the center directed right towards Caesar’s stall. Through it, she could see that he was up and on all fours, pacing impatiently around his stall. “Put on a good show, won’t you?”

The response wasn’t exactly reassuring, but it seemed to be the best she was going to get. The cold air of the night hit her as she opened the door and quickly set off across the grassy field towards the barn. Since the main door was locked, she went around the side and walked down the dark path to the backdoor. Her heart raced in her chest as each step was accompanied by a bated breath.

Her boss was going to be watching this, she had known just why she had come back. It made her wonder if she had ever taken an interest in a pokemon, but with how she had spoken about men earlier, she severely doubted it. Her heart sank when she realized just how much she was going to see, but it wasn’t like she could stop herself now.

The interior of the barn was warm and inviting, her back entrance putting her in close proximity to Caesar’s stall. She had to be mindful of Tiberius, but it looked like the canine wasn’t resting in his usual spot. She was thankful the lecherous fire type wasn’t present; she was still angry that he had ratted her out to Alice. With the lights dimmed, she moved slowly towards Caesar’s stall, already able to hear the agitated snorts coming from him.

Before she rounded the corner, she pressed a hand over her chest and took a deep breath. After seeing the monitor in the entryway, she was able to pinpoint the location of the camera hanging on the far wall. The light below it blinked a bright red, indicating that every second was being recorded. Her face grew red as she slowly rose a hand up towards it, before she finally rounded the corner and cleared her throat in front of Caesar’s stall.

A single bulb hung above his cell, illuminating the horse in a pale, yellow light. The fresh hay had been trampled down from his insistent pacing. His large form suddenly froze when he caught her voice, and he snorted when he noticed her starting to open the door to his stall. Immediately, he took a step back, his blue eyes roaming over her uncertainly. His collar lit up with his inquisitive sounds, but her helmet still rested on the peg next to the stall.

She had considered grabbing her translator, but she felt talking would just ruin this moment for the both of them. He tensed up as she approached him, even jumping when she reached out to caress his muzzle. “Hey there, big boy…” her voice reflected her own nervousness, and she smiled up at him. “I think…we both realized some things today…you deserve better than an anonymous female, don’t you?”

His eyes widened and he snorted at the mention of this. His ears folded back, and his entire body trembled as she kissed his nose. Her hand pressed against his muscular shoulder and slowly rubbed down his form. The air in the stall seemed electric, both of them beginning to breathe heavily as his partner took a step back from him and pressed her hands against the center of her chest.

“You said you wanted me as a mare…well…” her breath came fast and uncertain as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to pull it over her head “you can have me as one.” The equine was watching her intently, shuffling around on his hind legs as that spicy, salty odor from earlier in the day hit her nose. It was still unpleasant, but it urged her own, making her mouth water. With his full attention on her, she reached back and undid the strap on her bra, allowing it to simply fall to the ground.

The uncertainty on his face faded away instantly, his demeanor changing as he lifted his head higher. At that moment, she knew he had realized she wasn’t kidding around with him, that his fantasy was coming true. It empowered the male, and he began to curiously approach her.

The white skin of her breasts gleamed under the light of the small bulb, her hands pressing against the bottom of them uncertainly. She wasn’t sure if he had an interest in a human’s anatomy, but he took her by surprise when he stopped a few inches away from her. He seemed to regard her with questioning eyes before he leaned towards her breasts and sniffed at them, his hot breath billowing over them.

It made her shiver, such a contrast from the cold night air, and she gasped out loud as his long, hot tongue suddenly slipped out and ran along her sensitive flesh. He left a trail of saliva where he licked, unskilled in his actions, but curious to see her reaction to it. Caesar noticed how excited she seemed to get when his tongue neared her nipples, and he rather playfully moved his tongue out of the way whenever it got close to them.

Vanessa’s hand pressed against the top of his head just above his horn, and she grit her teeth as she tried to direct the stubborn beast towards her nipples. “Come on, that’s it…” She exhaled her held breath as he seemed to direct his muzzle towards her nipple, only to suddenly switch breast and licking across the other one. It made her groan in exasperation, her eyes narrowing at the playful horse.

Caesar’s actions reminded her of the way he would treat the salt licks she would occasionally get for him. He was insistent, immovable in his persistence, but still regarding her with amusement. It was how she had always expected him to act with a female, bold and impassioned. He snorted a bit as she gripped the base of his horn, pulling herself up a bit closer to him.

It was so much better than when she touched herself, his fire type breath radiating intense heat that made her entire body heat up. Her nipples were hard as rocks now, and she was at the point of grinding her teeth in frustration as she looked down at him. “Caesar…please…” She was certain a human man could never make her feel this way, nor did she think one would ever take the time to give her this feeling.

The equine paused in his motions when he heard this, licking his lips and letting out a playful whinny. Although the hand on his horn did nothing to deter him, he finally moved his large muzzle in front of one of her nipples. His large tongue fell from his mouth, reminding her of the way Tiberius would pant. It twitched a bit, getting frustratingly close to her nipple, before he suddenly darted towards her other breast and licked across her hard bud.

Pleasure traveled through her body, her legs wobbling as she released a gasp. The hold on his horn tightened up to keep her steady, and she groaned as the cheeky horse licked across her nipple again. In a moment he had switched to her other breasts, bathing both of her nipples in warm, slimy fire type saliva. It clung to her skin, keeping its warmth regardless of the night air.

“F-Fuck, Caesar…you’re such an asshole…” She allowed him to lick at her for a few more moments, before she finally forced herself to pull away from him. Although he initially stamped his hoof in annoyance, she winked at him and grabbed the front of her jeans. “Just…give me a sec…” She noticed his ears perking up as she said this, and she let out a sensual sigh as she kicked her pants off.

Her fingers dipped into the front of her panties, slowly pulling them down a few inches to reveal the top of her cunny. “This is what you want, huh? Do you know how…annoying it is, grinding against you every day when we ride?” He simply smirked in satisfaction when his partner revealed this embarrassing fact, and before she could move, he shoved his large nose right up against the front of the thin garment.

Vanessa’s hands immediately pulled away from her panties as the horse’s flat teeth grabbed it, pulling back on them swiftly. It made her stumble forward, and she had to catch herself on his shoulders as the equine’s nostrils flared at her feminine odor. She could feel each exhale against her groin, his breath billowing over her entrance before the sound of tearing filled the stall.

She cursed when she felt him rip the front of her panties, allowing the garment to fall to her ankles. She was about to chastise him before his nose jammed back up between her legs, the rapidash enraptured by the scent of the object of his desire. His eyes had narrowed as he breathed in her scent, and Vanessa groaned when she felt that slimy tongue lapping out against the front of her pussy.

If she had enjoyed his attention before, this completely eclipsed that. Her jaw dropped open as he licked along her again, testing her reaction to his incessant actions. Vanessa could only hope to hold on for the ride, her eyes going half lidded. Her vision seemed to flicker before her eyes, and she bit down hard on her lip as she tried not to lose control of herself. The sound of a loud slap hit her ears, and she blinked before she noticed the source of it.

His manhood was as hard as a rock between his hind legs, pointed straight forward and slapping against his stomach from excitement. It reminded her just how damn large he was, and she nibbled harder on her lip as she watched in amusement. With every swipe of his tongue, it would slap against his stomach when he bucked his hips forward. The fire type’s licking was just exacerbating her desire, and she groaned as she leaned forward to whisper into one of his pointed ears.

“C-Caesar…just, wait…” She tried to take a step back, only for him to follow her instantly, her back pressing against the wall of the barn. With nowhere to go, she was forced to endure his tongue assault, his slimy tongue completely coating the front of her pussy. “Ahhh, come on, it’s too hot!” Vanessa always made sure to keep herself trimmed down, and that was playing against her as it left her completely defenseless before him. She could feel his hot saliva trailing down the inside of her thighs, each swipe of his tongue removing more of her juices and replacing it with a slicker lubricant.

Her hand squeezed tighter around his horn, and she moaned huskily, her eyes drifting up towards the camera on the wall. Her face reddened brightly as the thought of what she looked like came to mind; her boss was watching her being eaten out by a horse, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Caesar became much more insistent in his licking as his hips continued to buck forward, the tip of his tongue pressing against the front of her pussy. Before she could prepare herself, it began to push into her, spreading her walls wide around the slimy appendage. It pushed deeper and deeper by the second, making her jaw drop and her eyes roll upwards. Her breathing came fast and hard as she fell forward against the stallion, allowing him to hold her up.

The equine male would find her incredibly welcoming, her lack of a hymen not something the horse was too worried about. It was originally something she had been proud of, but not more than two weeks on his back every day had caused it to tear due to the strenuous nature of riding. Once a humiliating thought, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. At this moment, she was simply happy that it wouldn’t get in the way, especially when she felt his tongue dipping deep enough to tickle her cervix.

Her toes curled as she let out a husky moan, her hips rocking forward against his mouth. The heat in the stall was becoming all consuming, causing beads of sweat to form all over her body as she let another groan. It only got worse when she suddenly felt a surge of heat flaring up in her as the rapidash raised the temperature of his tongue. When he drew it back out to the tip and slammed it back in, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer.

Caesar’s nose twitched when he felt her walls squeezing up around his tongue after he pushed her to her limits. She cried out for him in pure desire, her voice cracking as she rocked forward once more before losing it. Her sweet juices would immediately coat the stallion’s tongue, giving him the purest taste of her he could ever hope to experience. Only once her body ceased trembling did he pull back, allowing Vanessa to slowly slide down against the wall.

Her eyes rolled upwards as she tried to regain her bearings, the intensity of her climax robbing her of any sense. As she looked up at him, she would weakly smile, giggling in euphoria as he turned and pranced a few steps away from her. “W-Wow, Caesar…you’re really good with your tongue…” She was about to get back to her feet before his large bulk suddenly blocked her, the equine standing perpendicular to her.

The reasoning was soon clear, his molted manhood dangling barely a foot from her face, the scent of it filling her mind with rapturous excitement. Now that she could really take a look at it, she reached up and gently curled her fingers around it just behind the medial ring. Caesar would start a bit, before breathing heavily above her and spreading his hind legs out a bit wider. Although he had her trapped against the wall, she was able to move up on her knees with a bit of repositioning, her head brushing against the underside of his belly.

His shaft was easily twenty inches long and so thick near the base that she almost couldn’t wrap her fingers around it. The scent coming off of it permeated every breath she took, filling her senses with equine musk as he let out an impatient snort. Her fingers slowly trailed down it, before she reached up to cup his heavy balls. They rolled along her fingers as she played with them, toying with them a bit as she leaned in closer.

It seemed she hit a sensitive spot, as his hips suddenly bucked forward, and she let out a grunt as his shaft unintentionally slapped her in the face. She could feel a sticky warmth on her cheek, and she noticed the pre already leaking from his fat cock head. “E-Easy boy…I’m going to take care of you…” Her face reddened as he didn’t seem okay with her slow approach, slapping his hips forward again and unceremoniously grinding his tip against her lips.

The sour taste filled her mouth as he tried to press closer to the welcoming warmth, his manhood throbbing against her lips. Her hand gripped his heavy, black balls a bit tighter, tracing along the thick orbs as she gave in to his demands. She had told him she wanted to be treated like a mare, after all, and it seemed that pokemon could be rough when it came to obtaining their pleasure. Her jaw stretched open as wide as it could go, and even then, it was a little uncomfortable as his fat tip pressed into her mouth.

Her tongue was instantly flattened against the bottom of her mouth, her face reddening as a bit of drool ran from the corner of her mouth. With one hand stroking his balls, she firmly grabbed the middle of his shaft. For his part, he seemed to respect that this was all she could comfortably take, and he went still above her. His hips flexed and twitched every time she tried to brush her tongue against him, letting her know just how intent he was on holding himself back for her sake.

Vanessa’s eyes closed slowly as she began to pull back a bit, more so trying to work him over than to dislodge him. After getting off on his tongue, she was more than willing to return the favor, and she could already feel a bit of slimy fluid leaking onto her tongue. It was incredibly spicy, almost overpowering in how salty it was. The taste completely flooded her mouth, tantalizing her taste buds as she started to shamelessly produce more drool.

At that moment, she realized just why she was so drawn to him. Unlike all the men she had once had in her life, he was willing to take what he wanted. She had become a police officer to be an authority figure, someone who couldn’t be pushed around by anyone, but now…she wanted to be treated like his bitch. She wanted to have him push his cock deep into her mouth, treating her like the shameless filly she wished she could be.

His snorts got a bit louder as his chest began to rise and fall faster. With how pent up he was, he could barely handle his first blowjob. Her hand began to slowly stroke along his black length, her eyes opening so she could admire the equine boner that jutted out from his groin. “Mmmmmph…” She groaned around his shaft as she allowed another inch to slide into her mouth, barely enough for her to feel comfortable with it.

With practice she surely would have been able to take more, but right now this was as much as she dared. His hips began to pull back after a few more moments of savoring her warm mouth. It was so hot under the rapidash that she was drenched in sweat, her own as well as her paramours. His glistening tip pulled free of her mouth suddenly with a loud pop, the black cock flesh glistening with her saliva. His fat piss slit drooled his potent smelling pre constantly, and he began to rock his hips in time with the thrusts of her hand.

Picking up on what he wanted, she giggled almost dreamily as she pressed her palm against the front of his prick, gathering up some of the warm fluids before grasping his shaft in the center. She never pulled her hand away from his heavy balls, finding herself oddly attracted to the heavy, sweaty orbs and noticing just how much more pre he pumped out when she did. “You like that, Caesar?” She cooed under her breath as she stroked him, her tongue running along her lips to savor the flavor of his cock.

She spread his warm pre down his shaft as she stroked the feral beast, his hips rocking closer to her face as his crest started to flare up. She noticed the way the tip began to grow larger, and Vanessa knew what was coming next. His pre hadn’t stopped flowing for a moment, his balls tightening up under her fingers. It still came as a surprise to her, however, when her equine lover whinnied above her head. His shaft jumped in her hand, the black head of his shaft throbbing before the first burst of horse semen jetted out of it.

The first spray caught her directly in the face, making her gasp as the thick, musky fluid splattered over her cheeks and down her chin. Immediately she closed her eyes, sparing herself as another hot burst splattered just below her forehead. The scent was almost overwhelming, the heat of it causing steam to rise off of her naked form. It continued to jump and twitch as several more heavy jets of pearly white cum sprayed out of it, catching her in the chin, the neck, and all over her breasts as well.

The warm fluid stuck to her skin like his saliva had, leaking down her form in long trails as she opened her eyes to see the flared tip drooling the last remnants of his climax. She could feel her partner’s seed all over her face, and before she could stop herself, her tongue slowly ran along her lips, sampling his male essence and finding it desirable.

His pre had tasted strong, but it was merely a prelude to just how intense his flavor could be. It was incredibly spicy, but she found herself unable to get enough of it, and the horse jolted in surprise when she pressed her tongue back to the leaking tip. It was obviously very sensitive, as a few more globs of jizz leaked from the oozing slit and directly onto her tongue. She didn’t dare try to get his flared tip back into her mouth, and while he seemed like he had initially begun to go limp, he quickly hardened back up at the added attention.

“I…definitely think you liked that…” She giggled almost breathlessly when she finally pulled her hand away from the equine’s erection and began the laborious process of stumbling to her feet. Her senses were starting to return after that, but every breath she took was tainted by her beastly lover. It didn’t seem to matter to her anymore, even if his odor was rather strong, she couldn’t help but desire being marked in it. “I hope you have one more left in you…”

The stallion finally caught his breath and turned to look back at her as she began to stand, only to let out a loud whinny of amusement. Although she couldn’t see herself, she could only imagine how much of a mess she looked with the front of her body coated in his seed. It made her cheeks flare up with heat as she glared at the horse, before playfully patting the side of his muzzle.

“Oh yeah, haha…keep laughing, big boy…” Even if she seemed annoyed, she couldn’t stop herself from enjoying being embarrassed like this. Their positions seemed so different than how they normally were, and to have him lay claim to her like this was more appealing than she would ever admit to him. “If you’re going to act like that, we’ll see if we ever do that again…”

His knowing look made it all the worse, the way he seemed to interpret just how hollow the threat was. With a gesture of his head towards the front railing of his stall, she rolled her eyes but found herself eagerly moving to position herself. She couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. She could feel his eyes on her constantly before she gripped the stall door and spread her legs out.

The heavy bulk of the rapidash approached her from behind, and she could feel his hot breath on her ass as he took one last moment to examine his newest conquest. She could hear him snort as he found her scent to be appealing, and with a large grunt he pushed himself up onto his hind legs, his front hooves coming down hard on either side of her. The added weight made the wood creak threateningly, but it seemed to be able to hold them up.

Almost immediately after he jumped up, she felt the spongey head of his erection as it slapped between her legs, smearing whatever cum remained on her lower stomach. The size was even more daunting than before, especially when she felt the thick medial ring grinding against her wet entrance. The combination of his saliva and her own excitement kept her incredibly slick and welcoming to him.

She could feel his head resting just above her own, his body tucked in tight against his smaller mate as he pulled his hips back. He practically had to dance on his hind hooves as his fat tip jabbed against her ass from behind, trailing down her crack in search of her entrance. It made her grunt a bit in discomfort as he gave a few more heavy thrusts, before she finally lost her patience and reached between her legs to guide him.

“I s-swear…you can’t aim worth a shit.” Her entire body went rigid as soon as she managed to press the fat tip against her wet lips. Thankfully, the flare in his erection had started to go down a little in anticipation of another breeding. When the rapidash shifted, he put a great deal of his weight against the front of her cunny, making her grit her teeth in discomfort as she felt her body stubbornly refusing to accept him.

“Fuck…o-oh fuck, Caesar…” Her nails dug deep into the wood of the railing, her legs spreading out as wide as they could go as she prepared herself for the inevitable. She could feel his chest rising heavily as he prepared himself, the sounds of his exertion filling her ears. It reminded her that he was a beast, an uncouth animal, and she had offered herself up to him just like the blitzle had.

Her worries and thoughts were dashed aside when she felt him reaffirming his position on his hind hooves and pushing forward. With her cunny lips failing to hold him back, they finally yielded under the heavy weight of the nearly unstoppable animal. She could hear him snort as she groaned under her breath, their bodies trembling in time with each other as he began to enter her.

Her only relief was that he seemed to be willing to follow her request and was going slowly. She did her best to relax for him, but the heat radiating off of his fat cock head as it pushed deeper and deeper into her depths was almost unbearable. “Caesar…t-too big…” She stammered and bit down on her lip as she pressed her forehead against the railing in front of her. It was indescribable, a sensation she had never experienced before.

Caesar was claiming what was rightfully his, turning their entire dynamic upside down with a steady push of his hips. There was no possible way he could be able to fit all of it into her comfortably for her first time, but he seemed intent on figuring out just how much she could take.

His head dipped down closer to her own as he let out a heavy breath, his mouth hanging open as he started to huff from exertion. Vanessa could tell that he was holding himself back, and for that she was grateful, but it didn’t stop her from groaning as inch after inch slipped into her.

It was almost as if it was never ending, his warm pre already beginning to spread along her inner walls and making it a bit easier on them. The stallion practically demanded her acceptance of him, and he didn’t stop until he felt his medial pressing against her entrance. At that moment, he ended his push into her.

Even if he seemed to manage to retain a bit of his composure, his body was shaking with exertion. It seemed impossible to her that she had managed to fit even half of his manhood, and she was actually fearful as she dropped her eyes so she could see herself penetrated. His molted shaft spread her formerly unused cunny lewdly around him, his unyielding shaft as hard as a rock within her. It made her toes curl in arousal, and she could hear the stallion grunt above her head as she unintentionally squeezed up tighter around him.

“A-Alright Caesar, I think that’s…all I can take…” she did best to stammer this out, but the horse had remained stock still over top of her. “Just…start going…” She bit down on her lip as she prepared herself, but he seemed intent on remaining still above her. It was only after she looked up and saw the smirk on the edge of his muzzle that she realized what he wanted.

“Oh Arceus…f-fuck you, Caesar…” She took a deep breath and glared up at him as he cocked his head to the side, one of his long ears twitching. The rumbling, inquisitive sound he made emphasized just what he was trying to get out of her; even if he seemed to be barely holding himself back, he was willing to wait for this.

“Caesar…please…fuck me.”

As soon as the words left her lips, his body shuddered before he began to pull back with a victorious whinny. He had barely gotten to the point of pulling five inches out of her before he drove himself back in up to the ten inches he had managed. This left half his shaft out of her, but it seemed he was content with making his trainer take this much.

His ears folded back as he pulled back again and drove himself back into her, keeping up this pace and beginning to pick up speed. She could feel warm fluids leaking down her inner thighs every time he pulled back, even going so far as to almost yank his tip out of her. Where she had been angry at him for making her beg him to continue, now it seemed absolutely worth it.

He was a beast in form and function, rough and jarring with his thrusts as he started to treat her more like a willing mare. The wooden railing creaked with each thrust of his hips, and she cried out as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. All she could think about was Caesar, the first man she had ever wanted to submit to. The stallion’s breathing had become heavier, his flank trembling in time with his thrusts.

The spongey head of his penis seemed to jam against every inch of her pussy walls, spreading his warm pre along and making her cry. He was trying to push himself deeper now, and she could feel the medial ring grinding against her cunny lips each time he drove himself in. The stallion was getting faster, the flames around his hooves beginning to flare up with incandescent flames as her cries got all the louder.

She had been worried about waking the other mounts when they first started, but now there was no fathomable way she could keep herself silent. With half a mind she could hear footsteps coming down the hallway in front of his stall, and her eyes trembled when she caught sight of a flash of red and orange fur. Caesar snorted in annoyance when Tiberius released a growl, the guard dog having assumed there was an intruder in the stables. What he saw, however, turned his snarling visage into one of pure, undeniable amusement.

The two males regarded each other for a moment, even as Caesar continued to desperately plow his female. With a silent understanding, he turned and began to walk away, but not before giving Vanessa a vindicated look. Before he left her sight, his long tongue fell from his mouth as he began to pant, before thrusting his hips against the air, a few inches of his red shaft already poking out of his sheath.

The realization that the guard dog had caught her in the act seemed secondary at this point. All that mattered was the horse on her back, and as she felt another few inches slide into her, she no longer hold herself back. Her gasps were quick and desperate, her nails holding the railing for support as she pressed herself harder back against him. It was nearly impossible to catch her breath, her entire body overheating.

At the same time as his medial ring slipped into her, her eyes shot wide open when his fat tip ground against an incredibly sensitive area within her. Almost instantly she screamed her pleasure, announcing her loss of control to the stables as her cunny wrung Caesar’s erection for all she was worth. It was too much for her to handle, her entire body overloaded as the stallion intentionally rammed his fat tip right against her g-spot.

Her squeezing around him was obviously having an effect, and he loud out a bellowing cry of his own as his shaft began to throb within her. The urge to hilt was incredibly difficult for him to ignore, but he just barely managed it as his tip began to flare up deep within her. He had to satisfice himself when he felt his oozing urethra ramming against her cervix, the tight, small entrance unyielding to his mammoth horse cock. It only gave her a moment to realize what was about to happen before a climax erased any doubt from her mind.

The deluge of horse semen was even more intense than it had been the last time, his flared tip ensuring that each spurt was fired deep into her. With his tip pressed right against her cervix, there was nowhere for his seed to go but straight ahead through the small entrance. It made her toes curl with pleasure as his thick seed filled her womb, only a minimal amount of it leaking past his erection and down her legs.

Both participants shuddered and gasped for breath, a bit of foam present around the stallion’s lips from the frenzy he had worked himself into. After a few glorious moments of allowing her to milk the last of his seed, he trembled and finally stepped back away from her. At the same time, his shaft began to pull out of her, having already begun to go flaccid as the flared tip yanked free.

Vanessa could barely hold herself up, and Caesar was no help as he stumbled back and collapsed on his side in the hay. The content look on his face let her know that he was very happy with the outcome of the night, his manhood already beginning to shrink back into his sheath. She was about to join him before she felt a soft hand resting on her shoulder.

“I have to say…when you put on a show, you go all out…”

Alice’s smiling face met her own as she rose her head to look at her. Instantly her face lit up with color, but the older woman simply chuckled and swung the door next to her open. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up…good job, Caesar. I wanted to see that ever since you both joined the force. Maybe after she takes Tiberius’ knot, she could fit all of you…”

The stallion looked at her uncertainly as she wrapped an arm around Vanessa’s side, seemingly unbothered by the sticky semen that completely coated the younger woman’s body. He snorted however, and finally moved to rest his head on the hay in front of him, his form glistening with sweat. After all that, he was far too worn out to complain, but he did admire the way his seed began to run down Vanessa’s legs as she started to take a few stumbling steps.

It was all a blur for her as she was ushered out of the barn and towards the main building sans clothes, the cold night air completely chased away from the hot seed filling her body. Alices’s hand had trailed lower on her body, wrapping around her waist now as her fingers slowly traced along her soft skin.

“You know what I enjoyed the most about that?” Vanessa could only blearily look up at her as they entered the woman’s locker room. Her sergeant was as gentle as she could be, but she still had to set her done for a moment on the wooden bench outside of the shower room. “That you went through with it, knowing that I was watching.”

Her face curled up in amusement as she grabbed her shirt and simply yanked it off. It made Vanessa blush when she saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she gulped when she pulled her shorts down to reveal a lack of panties as well. Although she was shorter, her breasts were definitely larger than Vanessa’s own. “I guess…I didn’t really c-care…” her words sounded muted to her own ears, but she still managed to smile at her “I just…wanted it so bad…”

She smirked as she left herself naked, showing a body that was much more toned than the younger woman’s own. Her body was a mismatch of old scars and bruises, but it only added to her rather threatening appearance. “Oh, believe me, I saw how much you wanted that big lug…I also saw Tiberius catch you in the act. How long do you think before you bend over for him? He’s not going to let you rest until you’re knotted to him like a bitch, you know.” The thought hadn’t come to her mind, but now that she mentioned it, she visibly trembled as Vanessa helped her back to her feet.

“My dear, you’ve opened the door to let each and every one of those boys fuck you…and I’m going to make sure you do” Vanessa had to press one of her hands against her side as she led her into the shower. The older woman wrapped her arms around her, pressing her hands against her ass and pulling her closer to her. Vanessa closed her eyes when she felt the hot water coming down on the two of them, simply allowing her sergeant to touch any part of her that she wanted. “If I was a vindictive woman, I could use that footage to make your life hell, but…by Arceus, I want to see you on your knees and being fucked.”

Her eyes narrowed partially, but the cocky smirk relayed her true feelings as their breasts rubbed together. She could feel her nipples hardening against her will as she smeared a bit of Caesar’s jizz on her, only for it to be washed away. “I’m going to make sure you fuck every pokemon on the force…and you’re going to beg me for the opportunity. I don’t give a shit if you’re not interested in women. Right now, I own you just as much as Caesar does. Do you understand, Vanessa?”

Any other time, Vanessa would have felt ashamed to hear just how far she had fallen, how much of her life had fallen under the control of another. Originally, she had wondered if this was just going to be a one-time thing. But now…even though she was exhausted, the images of Caesar’s fat cock had been replaced by the arcanine’s pointy, red rocket. “I…I think I do…”

She smiled at her response and nodded a bit before turning the shower head up higher. “Good girl, now come on, you look like you’re going to pass out on your feet.”

Everything after that happened quickly as Alice assisted her in cleaning most of the horse semen from her body. There was nothing to be done about what continued to leak between her legs, and the small bulge in her stomach was almost noticeable. Alice seemed unwilling to touch her pussy at the moment, although she insisted that it would come another time. Vanessa was only partially thankful for this, but it implied that she would need to learn how to pleasure a woman as much as a man.

After they stepped out of the showers, Alice toweled her off and helped her into a set of clothing from Vanessa’s locker. To her embarrassment, after a few steps she could feel warm wetness pooling in her panties, Caesar’s essence leaking out of her whether she wanted it to or not. When she was finished with her, her new mistress guided her to a room in the building that had a couple of beds available for on call staff. The room was completely empty, and for that she was thankful as Alice helped her lay down.

The auburn-haired woman reached out to longingly caress her cheek, before she sighed as she got to her feet. “Get to sleep, hon. Tomorrow…well, we’ll see what happens tomorrow, won’t we?”

Vanessa didn’t have a chance to answer her before she left the room and closed the door behind her. The silence was a comfort after everything she had been through, and as Vanessa closed her eyes, she found herself wondering just what Sergeant Wesk had planned for her. As she felt sleep take her, she had only one thought on her mind. Even if her future was uncertain, she couldn’t wait till tomorrow night.