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I pedaled my shiny new Mach Bike over to the grass on the side of the road and pulled the brake lever, slowing myself down. I put my feet to the soil and wiped a great deal of sweat from my brow with my free hand.

Less than a mile to go, I thought to myself as I took a swig of sweet, cool water.

Venturing to the outskirts of Maryanne ending up being significantly more difficult than I had originally expected. Public transportation was a no go because no buses or trams went that far out of town. I obviously couldn't ask anybody from the daycare center to bring me, as it would raise an unholy number of questions. I enjoyed life and it's many aspects, so I couldn't hitchhike.

My eventual conclusion was that I should buy a Mach Bike, bus it to the nearest station, and bike the rest of the way. It would be a little bit more than two miles, so not too rough.

I contacted Bally, the owner and operator of the farm, and let him know that I would be swinging by that weekend. He agreed and started rattling off prices.

“Well, Mareep are the cheapes', couple hundred and yew kin git as many as yew want but yew gotta chase 'em down in the pen there, and then the Miltank are the next cheapes', got 'em all in the barn there, but if yew milk 'em, yew gotta keep the milk and give it back. Then yew got the horses, Ponyta, Rapidash, those all a lil' bit more expensive, and then yew got the Tauros and Zebstrika, that's what yew want right?" Bally said. My head was spinning from deciphering his drawl through my phone, but I collected myself.

“Yes, only the Zebstrika," I responded.

“Boy or girl?" Bally mumbled.

“Boy,"

“Hmm. Ain't yew one?"

“Yes," I said, shortly, not surprised that Bally got caught on that. Can't imagine he was the most progressive guy on the farm.

“Well alrigh'. Bring two thousand, yew can git 'em both for a few hours,"

“Deal. I'll be there tomorrow," I said, my excitement building.

“Round ten?" Bally said.

“Sure,"

“Alrigh, don't dress too hot, postuh be a warm one t'morrow, g'bye,"

With that advice, the line went dead. I put my phone down on the kitchen counter and leaned up against it, taking a deep breath. A package deal was something I hadn't

I thought about, but I realized that I was even more excited about the prospect of having both male and female varieties of Zebstrika.

The entire basis of my desire for a male Zebstrika was a couple of videos I had come across when I was a teenager. The first was a video involving a beautiful young woman being fucked mercilessly by a young Zebstrika. She was blonde, pale, with brown eyes and a wonderful pair of breasts, and she lay on her back below the great breadth of the Zebstrika. The Pokémon was packing heat, his unusually shaped penis laying on her torso while she chatted with the cameraman.

Zebstrika, as well as most other horse Pokémon, have penises that range from around one foot long all of the way up to almost three, and, much like most other Pokémon, it stays sheathed until arousal. They peek out, growing to their monumental length, with a flared tip and a smooth ring around halfway down the shaft. Most mammalian Pokémon possessed penises that resembled human penises, although they often had more pointy ends than the human “helmet", but equine Pokémon penises were much, much different. That's just what happens when your typical sexual partner weighs over a thousand pounds.

Back to the scene. Every few seconds, the Zebstrika's massive cock twitched up towards his underside, thudding against it, and then fell back down onto the blonde's torso, which made her giggle every time.

After her short interview, during which she revealed her name to be “Kayla", she got to business with the Zebstrika. He took a few steps back and Kayla reached forward, placing her hand on his member, and positioned it towards her pussy, which was already visibly wet.

“Oh yeah..," she muttered sensually under her breath as she began guiding Zebstrika's huge cock inside of her. It was damn impressive how much she managed to get inside, at least one-third of it before she stopped, considering this particular Zebstrika had a johnson that was solidly approaching the size of my entire arm.

Kayla began pumping the Zebstrika cock in and out, bucking her hips up and down and moaning. Unfortunately, Zebstrika was simply too large to allow him to fuck her freely, so he just stood in place, allowing her to do all of the work. It was slow, measured, amazing.

After a few minutes of this, she suddenly pulled the gargantuan penis out of herself and started stroking it wildly, verbally coaxing Zebstrika to cover her with his cum while she teased the tip of his cock with her thumb It was only a matter of seconds before he busted, and he absolutely did as he was asked.

There were three big ropes, all three splashing all over her stomach and tits. The second spurt reached all the way to her neck and pooled in between her collarbones. She was transfixed during all of this, her eyes glistening.

“Oh!" Kayla shrieked as she was splattered, “Good boy!" After the first three big spurts, even more dribbled out, leaking out in small, weak streams, dripping onto Kayla as she stroked him.

“Come on, give me all of it," she enticed, her voice low and sickeningly sexy.

I had masturbated to this video dozens, if not hundreds of times. At first, I was certain I was only doing it because of Kayla. I know I've been saying that I'm into Pokémon only, but I am fully capable of being heavily sexually attracted to human women. It's just that there are hundreds of Pokémon with huge differences in sexual and physical anatomy, whereas the differences in human women are much less… interesting.

However, one day, I came across a Zebstrika video that made me realize that it wasn't just Kayla.

The second video was much more straightforward than Kayla's. It was a point-of-view video, shot from the ground pointing to the sky.

A second into the video, the striped underbelly of a Zebstrika walks into the frame, obscuring the sky. Hiding part of Zebstrika's underside was an absolutely massive horse cock. A magnificent specimen. The one in Kayla's video, as I said, was about the size of my arm. This guy had one that was probably larger than my entire arm, at least three feet long and wider than my bicep.

A few seconds later, a pair of female hands enters the frame and begins servicing the massive creature. Her right hand traveled up and down his shaft, quickly and mechanically, as her left hand caressed his testicles, squeezing and pulling them around gently.

The Zebstrika was actually shaking, swaying and leaning with what I imagine was pleasure as the mystery woman continued her unusual handjob.

The video, sadly, was very short, and it was about thirty seconds before Zebstrika gave out. The woman moved her right hand to the tip of the cock and squeezed it roughly. A split-second later, a sizable spurt of cum shot out of the tip, and Zebstrika grunted as four more streams flew out, and the camera microphone clearly picked it up as it splashed on the floor below.

It seemed like the pearly white, thick cum was being teleported from an ocean nearby. The Zebstrika must have drunk a lot of water that day, and had been in a few month-long dry spell.

And just like that, the video cut to black.

The first time I saw this video, I came so hard I was seeing spots. For a moment, as I came down from my sizable ejaculation, I felt a pang of shame. I knew, at the time, I wasn't gay. This was obvious since I was almost constantly having sex with Spinda. That being said, it was difficult to come to terms with the fact that I had had one of the best orgasms of my life while watching a video of a Zebstrika getting a handy.

As I grew older and more mature, I realized quickly that stuff like that doesn't matter. Maybe I was bisexual, maybe I was just curious, but at the end of the day, a male Zebstrika was on my ultimate list, and I was going to go have some fun with one, as well as a female too. Who cares?

I went out and purchased a Mach Bike, a shiny, red, top of the line one. I was fortunate I had received a voucher in the mail a few months before because those motherfuckers cost a small fortune at full price.

I woke up early the next morning, put on a pair of compression shorts and a very light jacket, kissed Spinda goodbye, and made my way to the nearest bus stop, familiarizing myself with my new wheels as I went along.

After a lonely bus ride that seemed to stretch on forever (it was only about forty minutes), I hopped off, pulled my bike out of the bike rack affixed to the front of the bus, and began my journey.

After about thirty minutes, I was sweating. Bally was spot on about the weather. Even though it was only early in the morning, the sun was cruel already. It was beating down, reflecting off of the black tarmac road, and it was casually baking me. Furthermore, I hadn't splurged on a higher-end bike seat, so my undercarriage was being beaten half to death by the hard, foam seat.

I pedaled over to the grass on the side of the road and pulled the brake lever, slowing myself down. I put my feet to the soil and wiped a great deal of sweat from my brow with my free hand.

Less than a mile to go, I thought to myself as I took a swig of sweet, cool water.

———

Bally's farm was impossible to miss. A large, acrylic sign hung from a post on the side of the road, declaring it as his own dairy and livestock ranch. Naturally, it would be very bad form for Bally to include his side business on the sign.

Next to the sign was a skinny dirt road, not much wider than a pickup truck, which led to a large barn with a residence attached to it. Even though it was a good eighth of a mile away, I could vaguely make out a man sitting on the front porch.

I rode my bike down the road, slowly, making sure I didn't take a dive over my handlebars if I hit a pothole, and arrived at the front lawn of the barn. As I kicked my kickstand down, the man I assumed to be Bally stood up, pressing the palms of his hands into his lower back to stretch it out, and walked down the steps.

Bally was an older man, probably in his late fifties, with greasy black hair and a permanent squint. Everything about him screamed 'farmer', from his deep tan, speckled with sunspots, to the wiry muscles under his visible skin, to the aforementioned permanent squint, twisting his face into something resembling a scowl.

“Howdy son," Bally muttered politely as he made his way towards me, again in his very impressive drawl.

“Hello," I replied, closing the distance between us and extending my hand. He reached his hand out and grabbed mine. His hand felt like leather, and his grip was shockingly powerful.

“Yer eighteen right?" Bally asked, pulling his hand back and hooking his fingers through his belt loops.

“Nineteen," I responded, trying not to sound too young. Something about the whole “prostitution" situation made me feel like I should act mature, and try not to make Bally suspect that I was underage. I definitely felt very young while speaking to him.

“Good," he said, chewing, “well c'mon."

Bally turned around and began walking away, and I fell in line behind him.

Bally was a successful man, as evidenced by his farm. The farmhouse/barn was the size of a small mansion, and his land was vast. As we rounded the corner of his home, I was treated with a view of at least a dozen acres of developed livestock enclosures, and in the far distance, I spied another hundred acres of actual cropland. Either Bally was a fantastic farmer, or he made a fortune off of his side business.

“Is there anybody else here?" I asked as we made our way towards wherever Bally was taking me. Bally made no physical motion to acknowledge my question.

“It's by appointment, so not righ' now," he replied. I nodded, although nobody saw it.

The first Pokémon enclosure we walked past was a pig pit, with some Spoinks, Grumpigs, and even a few Tepigs waltzing around and enjoying the warmth. Behind that enclosure was a much larger enclosure with a handful of Tauros and Bouffalants. Kitty-corner to that was a small barn. The barn doors were closed, but based on the stacks of buckets directly outside of those doors, I guessed that was the Miltank barn. Next to the barn was a very lightly guarded field with sheep Pokémon - Mareep, Flaafy, Whimsicott, and Cottonee frolicked lackadaisically around the green grass field. As we continued, I noticed that farms smell very strongly. I felt like I was choking on the air as I followed Bally past the Tauros and Bouffalant enclosure.

Bally was walking with purpose towards our ostensible final destination. In front of the sheep field was a large barn with a comically huge horseshoe hanging above the doors, and another, smaller shed attached to it. Bally silently led me towards the doors and stopped before opening them up, turning around to face me.

“Yew got the money?" he asked, sternly. I quickly reached into my pocket and snatched out the agreed amount of cash, folded and counted several times prior.

Bally did not trust me, and I couldn't blame him as he flicked through the small stack of bills, his chapped lips moving in silence as he counted them up.

“Awrigh'," he said, and shoved the money into his pocket. He turned and threw the barn doors open, revealing the purpose of my journey.

The barn was spacious, with a thick layer of hay and dirt packed into the ground. It also smelled horrific.

There were a half dozen stables inside the barn, and almost all of them were occupied. Most of the stables were housing Ponyta and Rapidash, and had been modified with thick, white, fire retardant panels to help keep the barn from burning down.

In three of the stables were my conquests. One of them was asleep, but the other two Zebstrikas were wide awake, milling about inside of their rooms, and looked up at me when I walked in. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

Bally continued into the barn and over to a small bucket near the center of the room. He reached in and pulled out a handful of what I instantly recognized as HeatX. Bally, being a reputable farmer, likely received his supply from the government, and did not have to 'illegally' buy them from shady people on the internet. I cringed at the thought of how much a bucket of that would cost from my supplier. My little bottle cost nearly as much as I just handed Bally.

“Give 'em two of these, it'll make 'em more relaxed," Bally said. Sure these made Pokémon more relaxed, but I wasn't sure why he wasn't explicitly saying they induce heat. I didn't ask any questions and just palmed them, nodding.

“Which one yew want firs'?"

“Girl," I said, the instant he finished his sentence. I had thought long and hard about this, mostly on my bike ride over. A vast part of me very much wanted to have the male first. I'd been waiting for years for this day, and more specifically, for a male Zebstrika, but a small part of me knew that if I had taken the male first, the female would have felt like a letdown. In more ways than one, the male would be my climax. The female, then, would have to be my rising action.

Bally nodded, and walked over to one of the Zebstrika pens, swiftly undoing the latch. He reached in and patted the female Zebstrika, and she followed him out of the stable.

“Now, you gotta introduce yerself to her, make sure she tolerates ya," Bally said.

I took a step forward, towards the magnificent creature. She was on the smaller side of Zebstrika, shorter than me at the shoulder, and the top of her head was barely above my eye level. She was heavy for a female, with a thick abdomen and proportionally thick legs. She had likely had a child and hadn't dropped the “baby weight", so to speak. I could see the veins tracing themselves into her side, running parallel with her stripes, and then shooting off into other directions. Her mane was silky smooth. Zebstrika, much like Ponyta and Rapidash, do not have normal manes made from hair. While Ponyta and Rapidash have manes formed with flowing flames, Zebstrika (along with Blitzle) have manes formed from a sort of plasma, very similar to lightning. Thankfully, unlike man-made plasma, their mane does not burn with insane heat. Unless, of course, they want it to.

I did as I had previously researched. I took a handful of hay from the ground, positioned myself directly in front of her, and l held it out, bowing my head slightly and breaking eye contact with her.

She accepted. Breaking eye contact with most Pokémon indicates that you are submitting your trust to them. Some Pokémon take this to mean 'attack now', but most take it as 'okay, this guy isn't gonna try to jump me'.

Zebstrika extended her mouth and vacuumed up the hay, quickly chewing it and nodding at me.

“Good ta see yew know what yer doin'," Bally said, still with his hand on Zebstrika, “now, give 'er one of those blocks, and bring her over there into the shed," he said, gesturing towards a large opening that led to the small attached barn I saw from the outside.

“Should be everythan' yew need in there. Once yer done, bring 'er back in here, feed 'er some hay, put 'er back in 'er stable, and then yew can bring 'im -" gesturing towards the larger male Zebstrika in the next pen - “in there. If yew need sumthin' from me, I'll be in the Miltank barn. Got it?"

I nodded, “Got it," and Bally nodded back, swiftly exiting the barn, the doors latching behind him.

I wasted no time. I quickly pulled a HeatX block out and repeated my previous motion, holding it out and nodding my head forward, and she repeated hers, snatching it up from my palm. I took a step closer to her and stroked her fur. Zebstrika had velvety, uniform fur, and I let myself get lost in it for a few moments as she digested the HeatX. I swiped my hands all over her, through her main, feeling the warm, ethereal matter envelop my fingers. Zebstrika was slowly swirling into my control, the HeatX bending her to my will. I scratched the side of her head.

“C'mon, girl," I said, and started towards the attached shed. The sex shed, as it were. Zebstrika made no qualms and followed quietly, her hooves thudding against the hard dirt.

The sex shed was unsurprising. It was an empty room with a low ceiling, and the only creature comfort was a very sturdy, steel frame, adjustable height stool. Since Zebstrika was sadly not JRHNBR material, I would need to use that. I had prepared for a sparse locale though. In my backpack was an old ratty quilt I had swiped from my parents when I moved out. I did not need that for this female Zebstrika, but I would need to lay it down when I had my go with the male in the other room.

By the time I had coerced Zebstrika into the middle of the room, the HeatX had taken its sexual hold on her. She was breathing slightly heavier than before, her great barrel chest expanding larger and her shoulders rising higher. She seemed to be waiting for me to make a move.

HeatX is really fucked up. It works the same for every single Pokémon, besides non-gendered ones (obviously). The only difference is the dose. If you feel like spending about how much a large house is, you could even drug a Wailord, Onix, or a Gyrados with it. Even today, I feel like having that kind of power over Pokémon is somewhat immoral. Then again, trainers run around forests and trap Pokémon in PokéBalls, enter them in beauty pageants, and force them to fight each other in battle, so maybe bending Pokémon to sexual will by way of little blocks isn't that bad. At least they get to cum that way.

I placed my hand on Zebstrika's back and walked towards her rear end, dragging my fingers through her mane and tapping them along her soft muscles. I swung around once I was behind her, and I got my first, in-person view, of what a female Zebstrika had to offer.

My cock was already growing at this point, but when I got my first look at her genitals, it started screaming at me, filling with blood and angst.

Zebstrika genitals were much like any other horse Pokémon. It was larger, much larger than those of humans. Her pussy was puffy, tightly closed up, and it was so close to her asshole it was basically connected. Her asshole was a large, circular, puffy donut, wrinkled around and in the middle, but was smooth as silk on the top. While she was striped black and white, her genitals were pitch black.

Also, her pussy was already damp, with the inner edges stained even blacker than the rest. I reached out and tested her. Now, the dangerous thing about fooling around with horse Pokémon is that they can kick. HARD. I've read many stories of people trying to take their Rapidash for a test drive and getting a hoof-shaped hole stomped through them, often fatally. This was a little different, of course. Most of the time, those stories come from idiots with a hard cock and little sense, running up to unsuspecting Pokémon and trying to shove their dick in a warm hole. I had already introduced myself to Zebstrika, and she was warmed up to me (in more ways than one). Also, HeatX.

My fingers touched her pussy, the soft, malleable tissue on either side of her hole, and I pressed around. It was like fat on a steak, soft and flexible. When I pressed in, her vagina peeked out, and I was pleased to see that the inside was the softest shade of pink I could imagine. I don't know if Bally did me a solid and cleaned her up for me that morning, but her genitals were exquisite, not a speck of dirt or hay in sight.

I twisted my hand around and put my thumb onto her slit, rubbing my finger down its length. Zebstrika made a movement, a sharp shake, and it made her rear end jiggle slightly. She didn't really have cheeks like people do (or Goodra), but there was still fat on her rear end, and it still jiggled, and it still made my cock hard.

Speaking of which, while my left thumb fooled around with her lips, my right hand was frantically trying to remove my compression shorts. I managed to get one side far down enough to allow my cock to spring free of the tight spandex, and it was ready to go. In preparation for this day, I had refrained from cumming for the better part of a week, much to Spinda's displeasure. I took care of her a few times during that week, so she was somewhat placated.

Speaking of which, again, my thumb had opened up Zebstrika's folds, and I leaned into them, sticking my face near them and pressing the left side of them open. Zebstrika smelled shockingly clean. I was fully expecting to get a whiff of barn animal, which is essentially the essence of dirt and manure, but she really smelled inert. There was a slight musk, since, after all, it's still a horse's junk, but it wasn't that much more powerful than Spinda is. I loved this Pokémon.

I internally said 'fuck it', and shoved my face in.

Her pussy was so big that my entire nose and mouth fit into it, which was a pretty unusual feeling, to say the least. Even with my nose basically inside of her, she still smelled relatively pure, despite a large amount of juices coating the inside of her. I stuck my tongue out and had an exploratory journey around the inside of her.

It was smooth. That's still my biggest takeaway. Vaginas are almost always smooth, of course, but hers was extraordinarily smooth, her vagina simply two soft, slick walls on either side. There were no obvious abrasions or divots my tongue could find. My tongue flicked around for a few moments, but I was only giving her oral for my own benefit, as my hand was now lightly stroking my cock, my thumb flicking past my head each time. Zebstrika was enjoying herself, for sure, as she was very contentedly moaning her name, in the signature gravelly tone of the Pokémon.

I pulled my face back, wiping my face off with my hand, and I then transferred the juices to my cock for some light lubrication. Zebstrika seemed to have some issue with the fact that I had stopped, looking back at me to see what I was doing.

What I was doing was grabbing the adjustable stool Bally had so professionally provided. I dragged it over behind her and stepped on it to see if it was the correct height. It was not. Just a little too low. The last guy must have been taller than me. I stepped down and twisted the knob on the side of the stool, the threaded rod inside of it spinning and raising the top of the stool. I gave it three full twists, and stepped back on, nodding. Perfect.

My cock was an inch away from her pussy, perfectly level with it, and I grabbed the base of it, pushing my hips slightly forward. With my other hand, I gripped her electric tail, starting at the base, and I pulled my hand back halfway down it, making sure it was out of my way. The head of my cock brushed the outside of her folds, and she stomped the ground. She was impatient. I was too, but I'm a human being, and kind of a jerk, so I lifted and lowered my cock from the base, rubbing the head of my cock up and down the length of her pussy. It was so damn soft I could barely stand it. I needed to fuck her.

I let my cock go and placed my palm on Zebstrika's ass, pressing my fingertips into her fur, and slowly pushed my hips forward, my member effortlessly gliding into her. She was not tight, at least not in a traditional sense. After all, she had evolved to be able to take a full-size Zebstrika rod. My own sex organ was above average, but it was absolutely nothing compared to one of theirs. I was surprised I was even able to pleasure Zebstrika, to be honest, but I had to remember that she was so horny from HeatX that my pinky finger would have likely been enough for her to have fun.

I began the wonderful act of push and pull. I snatched her warm tail in my hand and pushed it against her ass, out of the way. I thrust my hips forward, my legs wobbling slightly, allowing my cock to travel all the way in. My member was no match for her, and I could tell I was nowhere near the end of her vagina. I could tell that if I wanted to, I could get my balls inside of her as well, and still have several inches of empty space to deal with. Talk about fragile masculinity.

I leisurely pulled back out, watching my member gradually reveal itself. After only one in and out, it was already drenched with her juices. I gazed at it for a moment, and then thrust forward, roughly, and planted back inside of her. I smiled. Even though Zebstrika had a couple hundred pounds on me, I still managed to push her forward with my hips, and she heavily tilted backward into me. I repeated this, pulling out, almost all of the way, and then forward, hard.

I fucked her happily. My hands searched around her ass, rifling through her fur, as my cock flew in and out of her. She was quiet, not moaning out of control or anything, but it was somewhat clear to me that she was enjoying herself. Her juices were beginning to drip down my lower body, more and more of it splashing out with every measured thrust. It was hot in the sex shed, and my balls were hanging far away from my body, slapping into the lower part of her pussy, teetering on the edge of painful each time. I could feel a light layer of sweat covering my body. It was only a matter of time before I was going to be soaked. I wistfully thought of my water bottle in my backpack and considered stopping to go and get it, but the thought disappeared quickly, deteriorating into a trail of sexual ember, as I rutted Zebstrika.

One fun thing about sex is that, at least for most people, the deeper you fall into the pit arousal, the more your inhibitions dissipate.

This may be a surprising fact, especially if you consider that I was fucking a horse Pokémon prostitute with wild abandon, but I'm not that big into buttholes. I appreciate them, as a man of sexual gratification and freedom, but as I write this, I have only performed anal sex, or even play, with a very small amount of beings. It just wasn't my thing, and the few times I had given it a shot, all I could think about was how much better pussy was.

That being said, Zebstrika had a small advantage when it came to her butthole. It was unique, at least compared to most of them. If you've never observed a horse asshole, I tentatively encourage you to check one out. While humans, and the vast majority of Pokémon, have similar assholes (just a wrinkly hole), horse Pokémon have one that strongly resembles a wrinkled donut. They're kind of chubby. And kind of hot.

While my cock went in and out, I used my free hand (the one not pinning her tail to her ass) and began to play with her butthole. It was jiggly, at least. I looked down at it, trying to get a decent look at it while she rocked back and forth from my hips, and thumbed at it, watching it shift around. I pinched the top and bottom of it with my fingers and pleasantly noted that you could squish it. I thought about shoving a finger in, but I was suddenly made aware of the fact that my left hand, the one holding her tail, was becoming uncomfortably hot.

I had a suspicion. I shifted my thumb slightly, up to the hole in her donut-shaped butthole, and pressed slightly.

My hand became significantly warmer. In fact, it started to burn. Like fuck ow.

Fuck OW!

I released my grip on her tail, taking the hint. Zebstrika seemed to hold the same opinion I was when it came to anal stuff. To press her point, she smacked me in the face with her tail, softly but sternly, and I smiled, grabbing it yet again and pinning it to her ass, continuing my pace of thrusts.

She really was wonderful. I could feel my orgasm building, and she was helping out, her pussy trying it's best to squeeze and pull my comparably tiny member. She was rocking back and forth, meeting my hips in the middle with her rear end. Each time they met, I had to grasp her ass with my hands to make sure I didn't fall off of the stool. Her asshole pressed against my belly button with each thrust, and her juices were dripping freely from her crotch.

As kind of a joke, I pulled my hand back, a foot or so away from her ass, and struck forward with it, slapping the middle of her asscheek.

“Strika!" she moaned, low and raspy. I beamed in delight. I got her to vocalize again. I silently added a tally mark to my ego, and smacked her again, a little bit harder this time, watching her ass wiggle.

“Strika!" again, she moaned. I halted my fun and put my hands on either side of her rear end, pulling her back into me. I could feel my orgasm speeding towards its twilight.

As I thrust into her the last few times, I lamented the fact that I hadn't managed to coerce her to her own orgasm. I didn't have very much time to worry about this though, because I went from 'I'm going to cum soon' to 'gonna cum fuck' in the space of about two thrusts.

I shoved my cock into her one final time and felt my senses go haywire as I poured my cum into her. My vision went sideways as I felt my cock tense with each stream of semen that poured from it. My orgasm was never-ending. Not cumming for a few days was an awesome decision, I meandered while I fell over onto Zebstrika's ass, wrapping my arms as far around her hips as I could, and pulled my hips back, only to drive them forward again as my orgasm continued, a penultimate pulse of my seed pouring inside of her.

I repeated this as my orgasm ended, pulling back and thrusting forward, releasing the last of my seed inside of her. My hearing felt muffled and my legs were twitching and my cock was spent and Zebstrika was so warm. We stayed there for a minute or so, both of us allowing our breathing to return to a baseline level. My skin, shiny and slick with sweat, was sticking to her fur, and even though the sex shed felt like a tame sauna and Zebstrika's mane and tail were warm and steamy, I couldn't let go. I felt the sweat drip from my hair into my eyes, and turned my head sideways, letting my cheek rest against the supple fur on her back.

I silently thanked Bally for talking me into a female Zebstrika as my cock returned to its non-erect form, sliding easily inside of Zebstrika's now semen filled pussy. I finally straightened up, resting my hands on my hips and inspected my handiwork.

Zebstrika's nether regions were soaking wet. They were previously a gorgeous shade of black, but now, covered in her juices, my sweat, and my cum, they were dark as night, with speckles of my seed standing out, pearly white.

I reared my hips back and let my cock slide out of her, and it was similarly drenched in my semen and her juices. The sight of it, now mostly soft but still retaining some size, right next to Zebstrika's fat and wet genitals, almost started to arouse me again, but I pushed it from my mind. As great as it would be to fuck her again, I had an appointment with her roommate.

I hopped down off of the stool and walked around to her front. She turned to watch me, and I could tell, even if she didn't explicitly have an intense orgasm, that she was a satisfied sex worker. Her eyes were slightly lidded, and her mane was glowing. It was difficult for horse Pokémon to really smile, but I could detect a slight look of joy on her face, and I was likely showing a similar look.

Suddenly, she broke eye contact and tilted her head down, and next thing I knew, her tongue was lapping at my cock. Her tongue, like the rest of her, was way larger than any human tongue, and it felt like my balls were being smacked around with an oar, but fuck if it didn't feel incredible. In a matter of seconds, her wet, hot, huge tongue had completely licked my genitals clean, if not covered with quite a bit of her saliva. Either way, she did me a solid, and I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her neck, rubbing my hands through her mane.

I felt surprisingly attached to this Zebstrika. After I had my way with Sunflora, I felt detached, like I had gotten what I wanted and that's all, but this Pokémon felt like more of a being than Sunflora. It was hard to wrap my head around, at least at the time, but I just chalked it up to Sunflora being a walking flower and Zebstrika being a relatively large animal. In the grand scheme of things, Zebstrika was much more like a human being than Sunflora. A little bit further away than Spinda, but a lot closer than a walking plant.

My softening cock was sated, at least for now. I took my arms off of Zebstrika and made eye contact with her, her big blue and yellow eyes fixated on my own, and smiled again.

“Thanks," I said, quietly, moving away from her and grabbing my underwear, “that was fun."

I glanced at her while I pulled my underwear on, and saw Zebstrika had already forgotten about me. She was looking around on the ground, maybe looking for a choice tuft of hay. I felt her pain; I was starting to feel my stomach protest about my breakfast of a protein bar and water. I apologized to my stomach as I pulled my athletic shorts on.

I had another, even greater conquest to attend to.