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A/N Got a real big kid job and too many hobbies. Probably won't finish this. I'll update my profile if there are any plans to continue. Sorry for the year long wait, friends. Thank you for reading my depraved nonsense.

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"Sure y'all will get on without me?" asked the brown haired, freckled young woman into her PokeNav. The voice on the other end replied that they would get on fine, and told her to feel better. The woman thanked them and placed her PokeNav on the wooden nightstand next to her bed, the screen lighting up the dimly lit room. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, and the cozy, wooden bedroom had just begun to light up with the morning light.

The woman sniffled and said, to nobody in particular, "Dangit,"

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Claire, as usual, was the last one up in the morning. While her father and older brother had to run the farm and her mother needed to keep the boys in check, Claire's job at the adoption center usually had her waking up a good two hours after everybody else. Her father didn't mind; Claire had a curiosity that couldn't be sated by mere farm Pokkmon, and it was nice for her to have her own income and independence.

Normally, Claire gets up two hours after the rest of the household, but today, she actually woke up at a little bit past eleven in the morning, well after her normal routine. She had gone back to sleep after calling into work, and she felt a little better now, besides her sinuses seemingly trying to push their way out of her head.

Claire got out of bed, stretching out as much as her headache would allow, and took a second to compose herself and repeat a silent mantra to herself as the little white spots flickered in her vision.

You are sick. Don't go and do farmwork.

In support of this self-imposed rule, Claire did not change out of her flannel pajamas and left her room swiftly. She tiptoed into the kitchen, silently hoping that her mother was not there. Assuming she hadn't already realized it, her mother would start agonizing over Claire.

She exhaled quietly upon seeing that her mother wasn't in the kitchen, and set to making herself a steaming hot cup of tea to try and clear out her head. If that didn't do the job, she would treat the shower like a sauna and try to steam herself out.

She poured some water from the kettle into a Miltank patterned coffee mug and began dipping a Alolan Breeze teabag into it as she looked through the large, bay window in the kitchen. The window looked over the main portion of the farm, so Claire's parents could keep an eye on things. If you lived on a farm, you spend the majority of the day in one of two places; the farm or the kitchen.

Claire sipped her tea and played voyeur for a minute or two. Her mother was nowhere in sight. Her brother was over near the Tauros enclosure, checking if the troughs were full. Her father was walking out to the Zebstrika barn with a slight, brown haired man wearing what looked to be athletic clothing. Probably another inspector, just checking out the Pokemon's living arrangements. She hasn't seen one of them in a long time, since inspectors work during the day and she's been either in school or working during the day for the last decade. Her father took the man into the barn, a minute or so passed, and he walked back out without the man and closed the door behind him.

She thought it was a little unusual that the inspector was wearing athletic clothing, but she didn't think a whole lot of it. It was a sunny day after all, she wouldn't expect farm inspectors to go to work in a full suit.

Claire picked up her tea and stepped out of the kitchen, making her way to the front porch, where her mother likely was.

When Claire walked outside and her mother saw her, she instantly became suspicious. Usually, Claire snuck out to work while the family was doing farm work, and often interacted with nobody in the morning, so Claire expected her to be surprised, but her mother nearly dropped the book she had been reading and shot up to her feet. She was shocked. She asked Claire what was wrong, why was she still at home, did she oversleep, was she sick? Claire calmed her down and spied the brand new looking bicycle sitting outside near the porch. She assuaged her mother, and she was asked not to do any farm work and just stay inside and watch television or something until she felt better.

Okay, I'd understand if the inspector was dressing light, but this is ridiculous.

While Claire was originally planning on doing just that, the combination of her mother's reaction, the man wearing non-professional clothing being shown around the farm, and the mysterious bicycle had pushed her over the edge. Something was going on, and Claire was going to get to the bottom of it.

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Claire had to be sneaky. If she got caught outside on the farm, the jig would be up. She wasn't sure what the mysterious man was doing there, but she could tell that her mother didn't want her to know why he was there.

The worst thought that popped into her head as she changed out of her pajamas and slipped on a pair of black, polyester shorts was what if the man was looking to buy the farm? She guessed that wasn't the case, because why would he be holed up in the Zebstrika shed? Her father wasn't walking him around the farm or anything, which she saw through little peeks out of the kitchen window. In addition, why would he ride a bicycle there, and not drive a car? The farm was a solid hour away from any city, especially one where inspectors live. They have to live near the government buildings.

Claire snuck outside, through the back door, and scanned the farm for her brother.

Martin was still over near the Tauros enclosure, probably too far away to notice or care about Claire walking around. Her father was nowhere to be seen, so she tried to keep her eyes open for him and started to make her way to the Zebstrika barn.

Naturally, just walking in the front doors would be a bad idea. She didn't want to surprise the man or anything, and didn't want to start any conversations with him in case he was indeed an interested buyer for the farm. She shuddered at the thought again. She loved her family's farm; it had been a part of the family for over 5 generations.

Claire managed to get to the barn without being seen, and felt her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what was wrong with her; it was like her sixth sense was flaring up. The logical part of her was certain that this whole situation was nothing to be worried about at all. The man was probably interested in the Zebstrika; they were a somewhat rare Pokemon in these parts, and people were curious about them, but something was making the hairs on her arms stand up. She tried to listen and see if she could hear something from outside, but she couldn't hear anything, especially over the low mumble of a large farm in the background.

She stalked around to the side of the barn, coming up to the small addition her father added a few years ago, and then around that. In the outer wall of the addition was a split bit of wood that left a solid two inch gap, and Claire crouched down near it. She could hear some rustling inside, somehow, even though her heart was beating out of her chest. She took a deep breath. She could hear it - it was coming from inside the addition, so once Claire peeked through the gap in the wall, she would see what the man was up to.

She took another deep breath, put her back against the wall, and turned her body to the side, putting her eyes up to the gap. The darker room quickly came into focus, and Claire's eyes went wide.

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I was startled by a short, sharp squeak from behind me as I pulled my shorts back on. Since my heart was already pumping after my rutting of Zebstrika, I was a little on edge, and the distinctly human squeak almost made me fall over.

Instead, I swung my head around towards the source of the sound and saw nothing. There was a small gap in the wood that let some of the warm sunlight bleed through, but there was nobody there.

I kept my eyes on the gap for a few moments, waiting to see if anything happened, but nothing did, and I heard no more noise. I shrugged, turned back towards Zebstrika, and put my hand on her neck to lead her out of the small, musky room and trade her out for her roommate.

In the main section of the barn, nothing had changed since I was last in there, oh so many minutes ago. The other Zebstrika stood around, not doing anything in particular. I led my friend back to her own stable and closed the door behind her, giving her a couple last pats on her back and neck, and turned back to my next mission.

The chosen Zebstrika was certainly a large being, at least a foot taller than the others at the shoulder, and I could see the muscles and veins rippling just underneath his smooth, black and white coat. He was paying no attention to me at all, probably due to the massive amounts of Zebstrika musk I had on me at the time. I didn't feel like making this take longer than I needed to. The weird squeak put me on edge.

I took a step over to the bucket of HeatX and grabbed a couple, let Mr. Zebstrika out of his pen, and did the same introduction ritual as I did previously, finishing with letting him eat the HeatX out of the palm of my hand and patting him. I wasn't a short person, but his shoulders were pretty much eye level with me. I felt a little unnerved about his size, but it was only a matter of seconds before the HeatX began to take hold.

He started breathing a bit heavier, his massive, barrel chest caving inwards and outwards, and I took that to mean he was ready to go. A part of me wanted to crouch down and check out his underside, where the real prize was, but I resisted for the moment and led him into the fuck room, as it were. He followed calmly.

Once we got back into the room and I closed the door, I internally asked myself why I even bothered putting my shorts back on, because my cock was struggling inside of them. I took a step back to admire the Pokemon in front of me.

Zebstrika was an absolute beauty, in the most masculine way. His muscles were stringy and rock hard from what I figure were years of helping out around the farm. His mane had nicks and cuts in it, but was still smooth and glowing. His sheathe was smooth and black and jiggling slightly with his heartbeat. I really didn't have any more patience in me, and I took a step forward and crouched down to get a closer look.

I wasn't sure what I was really expecting. A horse Pokemon's sheathe was really just a sack of skin and fat, and wasn't all that interesting on it's own, so I decided to get things moving along by playing around with it.

Unsurprisingly, the sheathe felt like what it looked like. A sack of skin and fat, but I could feel something, something tough beneath the surface, so I groped around for a few moments and was rewarded with my prize.

In the blink of an eye, Zebstrika's cock began to push out, it's large, flared tip peeking out to greet me. I did not hesitate, and I moved my hand to it, gripping it right below the flare. It felt slightly more rough than I was expecting, not like my own member, which was pretty smooth on any given day. The leathery texture was interesting to say the least, as well as the smooth gradient that was revealing itself to me. While the tip was a deep, soft shade of black, as his cock slowly slid from the sheathe, I saw a more muted shade of white grey, starting part way down his shaft.

By the way, my cock was hard enough to shatter concrete by then, and I was slowly rubbing it with my other hand the entire time. I'm happy that I'm the type of guy that knows sexuality is on a spectrum, and at that moment in time, I was precipitously close to shooting off of one of the ends of that spectrum.

A few seconds later, Zebstrika had revealed everything he had to me. At full length, his gorgeous cock was at least as long as my arm, and as wide around as my bicep. Keep in mind, I was a doctor's assistant and a shut-in nerd, so that wasn't saying a whole lot, but it really was enormous. I stroked all of the way up and down it, feeling the ripples and veins underneath the leathery skin. Thankfully, it didn't smell all that strong to me, and I saw very little, if any residue on it. Much like his friend in the stable, his genitals were wonderfully clean. I wondered who had the privilege of keeping all of these beautiful creatures clean. Maybe a stunning blonde girl, right about my age, I remember thinking to myself.

I knew what had to be done. Thus far, I had just been hunched down on my legs, to the side of him, but I was ready for the big show, so I scooted under him, kicking my shorts off of my ankles, and sat down, my ass on the hard mixture of dirt and patted down hay. His cock was now in my face, flicking around with abandon, and I grabbed it, wrapping my fingers behind his flare with one hand and the other hand further down the shaft, near the ring of his member, and started stroking it.

It's difficult to describe the tip of a horse Pokemon penis, so if you're incredibly interested, go ahead and look it up.

Actually scratch that, that seems like a bad idea.

Suffice to say, horse Pokemon penis tips are a little odd. It's flared, so it's larger around than the rest of their penis, and there's a puffy, oblong ring around the tip with a small hole near the middle.

While I was more interested in the anatomy of the female, I was lost in this situation, and didn't have a lot of brainpower squared away to admire it. I just wanted to make cum shoot out of it, preferably onto me.

I kept lightly stroking his shaft and reached over to my bag with the other hand, haphazardly pulling out the small bottle of lube I brought and flicked the top off. I quickly dumped some into my hand and started rubbing his cock with it, the clear, viscous liquid quickly coating it.

Something that's a little sad about horse Pokemon erections is that they don't last that long. While I myself could last a solid twenty minutes if I was trying, horse Pokemon had a hard time lasting a minute. Once they were in heat, they had one, and only one job; impregnate a female. Since I was standing in for one, I guess I was doing an okay job, because it was barely a minute before Zebstrika started breathing heavily and moaning his own name.

Both of my hands were working him, moving in unison and meeting in the middle of his shaft, slapping into each other, and then traveling away. Lube was dripping down my wrists. It felt like a sauna underneath the great beast. There was plenty of room there, under the Pokemon's chest, and I sat up a little bit. A part of me wanted to lick his tip, but it was already covered in lube, and the lube I was using wasn't the most tasty stuff in the world. As a compromise, I stopped stroking with my right hand and stretched it out to Zebstrika's balls.

Fuck. Zebstrika balls. Fuck.

Horse balls are without equal. They are huge; even smaller ones have balls that are more than a handful, and the ball sack is soft, pendulous, and usually made out of even softer skin than it's long neighbor. Zebstrika's cock was so long that I really had to stretch to reach them, but it was worth it, because when I started kneading them, I nearly came hands-free.

Zebstrika was apparently also a fan, because as soon as I started playing with them, he started stomping the ground and moaning.

With my left hand squeezing and stroking his huge cock and my left rolling and softly pinching his balls, he didn't last long.

I felt his cock twitch, much like my own did when my orgasm began, and I gripped it right behind the flare, keeping it in place, and kept rough-housing his balls.

I handled the first spurt like a trooper. It shot out, hot, warm and thick, spraying against my shoulder and chest. It ricocheted off, splashing all over my legs. His balls constricted, sucking in towards his body, and I squeezed them even harder.

Then, the second narrowly avoided my face. I was making a poor attempt at keeping his seed from getting on my face, because I did not feel like having it in my hair. I couldn't possibly explain why, but cum on torso and legs = hot as fuck. Cum on face = eh. The second one sprayed past my cheek, barely missing me, and for the expected third rope, I pointed his cock down and directly at my chest.

The third jet was easily the most impressive, and my aim was true. My lower body was absolutely covered in his cum, a thick chunk of it splashing all over my cock and thighs.

I took my hand off of his spent, shrinking balls and instantly sent it to my waiting cock, now covered in warm, globular semen, and put it in a death grip.

Fun fact: horse Pokemon semen is an up to par lubricant.

I started furiously stroking my cock. It was dripping in Zebstrika's seed, and each stroke sent some of it to the ground. My entire groin was coated with it, all over my own balls and in every nook and cranny you could name. If it had taken me more than a few seconds to bust, it might have been all gone in less than a minute.

I put my pinky finger on my balls, dragging them up and down as my other fingers worked my shaft, and I straightened up, holding Zebstrika's huge, lubricant coated, shrinking cock up to my body, letting the last of his seed drip onto my working hand, and I felt my entire body tense up.

I made a guttural noise, something between 'fuck' and 'oh', as my semen covered cock dumped it's own load of the sticky white mess. I wanted to look down and view my own display, but my body was violently shaking, my other arm holding Zebstrika's cock to my chest and face. I could feel his cock tensing back up again due to my stimulating it.

After my release with the female Zebstrika, my member was frail and didn't have a whole lot of cum left, but my pelvic muscles were working overtime to make sure my orgasm was a long lasting one, and my hand kept up it's pace, squeezing and pulling out every last drop of my seed, allowing it to mix with Zebstrika's, which was now starting to really smell. Not in a bad way, necessarily. It smelled somewhat similar to my own, human semen, but with a small factor of its own animalistic scent. I wouldn't want my apartment to smell like it, but in the moment, as the last few throes of my orgasm began to subside, I was enamored in it.

I was spent. I let go of Zebstrika's penis, letting it flop free, and it swung back and forth, quickly shrinking back into it's slick sheathe. I was sitting on my toes and my knees, which were in a great deal of discomfort from being dug into the dirt for the last few minutes, and I put my hands onto my thighs.

I then almost fell over from the mixture of my own and Zebstrika's seed making them slip, barely managing to catch myself. My chest was pounding and my breathing was still markedly ragged, and I assessed my situation.

There was what appeared to be a small buckets worth of combined Zebstrika and human cum on the ground. Some of it was mixed in with the dirt, causing an unappealing yellow brown color to tint the generally off-white semen. There was a spot in the cum where I had slipped. There was cum on the back of Zebstrika's forelegs. Zebstrika had seemed to take this all in stride; his member had already finished retreating into his sheath, and he was just kind of looking at me. He was all very casual about the whole thing. I wondered how much he'd been through this before I showed up. The depraved, perverted male part of me wanted to believe that this absolute unit of a Pokemon had had his way with any number of beautiful women, but I know from experience that women, even the really adventurous ones, aren't exactly huge fans of being covered with enough semen to put out a forest fire, which is exiting a penis that in all likelihood was wider around than their thigh. Odds were, this Zebstrika had gotten lucky a few times with some nice ladies, but realistically, it was probably just various versions of me.

I just hoped that I had done right by him.

I absentmindedly scratched my stomach, which felt itchy. An insanely huge globule of cum flicked off, getting under my nail. I licked it, because hey, why the hell not. It tasted surprisingly like my own semen, but more farmy.

I then realized that I really, really was covered from head to toe with this incredibly potent liquid.

I glanced at my bag and sighed.

I had brought one medium sized towel.

I had to talk to a human man when I walked out of here.

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Bally had zero issue with my sweat-soaked, disgusting smelling appearance when I had left his farm. He was a farmer after all, and he'd likely seen just about everything he could have in his years of prostituting out his animals.

He did seem quite rushed, which was to be expected. He likely had another appointment after my own, and I had been there longer than I had originally expected. It took a solid ten minutes to clean myself off to a level which I deemed acceptable, and I was unfortunate enough to be leaving Bally's farm right around the warmest part of the already blisteringly hot day.

I had never, and probably will never feel regret quite like the abyssal regret that I felt as I sat down on my bicycle and realized that I would have to bike my way to the bus stop in sweltering heat, while my entire body was encased in a dry layer of Pokemon semen, which was already mixing with my own sweat.

It made my dick hard, which made it even worse.

As I pedalled down the dirt road towards the other dirt road Bally's farm was on, I glanced back. There was nobody in sight, except for what looked like a brown haired woman in one of the windows. I could barely make out any of her features, but she looked to be near my own age. I was a little too far away to tell, but a part of me felt like we made eye contact. I turned my head back forward and continued on my uncomfortable journey back home.

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As she watched the mysterious man pedal his bicycle away, Claire suddenly felt very ill.

She felt ill, because she must have been mistaking the man for somebody else.

She must have misunderstood what she saw.

It was not a possibility.

She had to be wrong.

She had to be wrong.