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A lot could happen in eight seconds.

It might have seemed like an innocuous period of time. Such a short, passing moment in one's life. Levi had learned that eight seconds could leave lasting marks. It was written in a tapestry of bruised flesh and the chorus of familiar aches. Joints that ached and groaned. Kinks in her neck that refused to come out.

There wasn't a single day that went by when she wasn't reminded of the grueling physical torments she put her body through. In truth, she wouldn't trade it for anything.

Her protective vest left her sweltering hot, especially when combined with the heat radiating off the tauros below her. With the huge stadium lights overhead and hundreds of bodies crowding the space, it made catch her breath a chore. She fidgeted in her protective gear, grabbing at the densely packed, high impact foam. It practically crushed her breasts to her chest, making it obvious what gender it was originally intended for.

The roar of the crowd was palpable. The bucking chute was narrow, but she could see through the bars at the arena beyond. Without further ado, the rodeo began when the sound system crackled to life. A voice over the loudspeakers announced the riders that would be performing that night, and her breath caught in her throat when it got to her. The man was enthusiastic as he voiced the young woman's accolades.

Winner of the Goldenrod City Youth Invitational.

Buckle winner at Lilycove's Spring Classic.

Finalist at Pewter City's Summer Festival.

As far as accolades go, they were lackluster compared to some of her heroes on the pro circuit. At nineteen, she knew she wasn't lagging behind those that came before her. Everyone had to start somewhere. Levi Grove relished the opportunity to claw and fight her way to the top. It wouldn't have been worth it if it came easy.

“So...how long you think you're going to last?"

The voice from below caused her to stiffen. She squeezed the braided knot of the bull rope tight in her gloved hand. Already she could feel the muscles of the tauros were stiff, taut and ready to release as soon as the door opened. It was like standing at the edge of a torrential rainstorm, that impending sense of doom ever present with every breath that she took. It always felt this way in the moments leading up to the start of the ride.

Down the line from them, the first contestant burst into the arena on the back of his selected bull. Levi was the fourth in the line-up, something she was more than fine with. She always got antsy if she was to perform first or last. Through the face mask of her riding helmet, she could see the bucking of his tauros. The deep, angered lowing of the massive pokemon was growing stronger as the belligerent beast worked into a frenzy of motion.

“The last guy didn't last four seconds. Not bragging, just saying. Don't think because you're a girl I'll go easy on you. I have a reputation to protect."

Sitting on the back of a tauros had a way of making you feel small. It reminded Levi of her place in the world. Hanging by a thread (or in this case, the tightly knotted bull rope) with little else to keep you from falling into chaos. This particular tauros fit that caricature perfectly. Even after making sure to smear her riding glove with a fresh layer of rosin - that thick resin she had gathered herself from the pine trees on her family ranch - she was certain she could feel the rope sliding in her hand.

His name - humorously enough - was Bad Touch, and his current record was 49-0. A bull in the prime of his life, he was nearly 1,500 pounds of pure, angry muscle. He was unique in that his fur was a light shade of white. It coated huge, bulging muscles; he had been bred specifically for this type of event. He was bigger than a tauros you'd find in the wild, but then again, all of the bulls on the rodeo circuit were. The same went for his horns; wickedly curved with a pure, white sheen. The tips of them had been sheared down to blunt, flat edges. They were no less intimidating because of that. They glinted under the bright stadium lights, hanging like the sword of Damocles before her.

Outbursts from the crowd drew her attention back to the arena. The first ride had ended with the man falling from the back of the tauros. Call it stage fright or just that added pressure from having to go first. The massive, electronic scoreboard displayed the dismal zero that he had received for this round.

Bad Touch's hooves pawed at the dusty ground beneath him, a display of dominance that was normally enough to rattle the steeliest of competitors. If she had her choice, she wouldn't have picked him. Bad luck had smiled on her when her randomly selected bull for the night turned out to be him.

It wasn't her first time taking on a bull as big as him, but the size was never the only factor when it came to this sport. They needed to be ornery, quick to anger, prideful and willing to toss their rider in the dust without a second thought.

“You don't talk much, huh? That's fine. It's just that I almost forget you're up there, you're so light."

The bell hanging from the bottom of the loop of rope wrapped around him jingled. If she were to release the rope, it would be announced by the bell falling to the ground. She shifted when he took a few sidelong steps, moving as casually as the small space would allow him. The movement made the two of them brush against the cage door. His generous girth caused the metal to groan in protest at having to hold him up, but it held firm. His antics drew the attention of some of the crew as well as the two 'rodeo clowns' waiting outside. A mightyena and a growlithe glanced up at them, both of their faces decorated under a layer of greasepaint that left them with a cheery visage. They were there to ensure the tauros didn't get too close to the walls or decide that he wasn't finished should he buck her off.

History told her this was a very real possibility. The siren blared again and the second rider was swept into the arena.

“I'm telling you right now...there ain't no shame in giving up. I wouldn't blame you."

For the first time since she got in the stall, climbed on his back, and pressed her yellow checkered chaps to his side, she spoke.

“My daddy didn't raise a quitter. Sure as hell didn't raise no coward."

The deep, rumbling snort of amusement that sounded up from him gave her no peace of mind. Even when she dug the spurs on the back of her boots into his side, he didn't so much as flinch. She wasn't worried about the rowels hurting him; a tauros' hide was at least six times thicker than a human's skin.

“You know, I think I like you," one large, brown eye gazed back at her, regarding her, “awful shame I gotta put you down in the dirt."

The crowd cried out as a powerful buck from the tauros sent the rider tumbling to the ground. A plume of dust was kicked up from his landing, but his tauros wasn't finished with him. Fueled by adrenaline and surging testosterone, it snorted and pawed at the ground, asserting its dominance over the human that had tried to conquer it. It might have charged if not for the rodeo clowns. Those devoted, painted canines immediately rushed to the aid of the fallen man.

They barked and yipped at the large bull, drawing its attention away. Through nips to the heels or provocative, teasing motions, they did their job well. The crowd went wild for their antics. The scoreboard flashed with a large zero, another disqualification only improving Levi's chances.

“He was a testy one." Bad Touch mused this, his three long tails slapping against his lower back, the tip of one of them just long enough to tap against her. “Kept talking about how many miltank he had waiting for him back at home. 'Course, soon as I get back I have my own herd to tend to." He chuckled now, watching the tauros spinning in place in clumsy, laborious circles. A thick foam had formed at the corners of his panting maw. His energy burned out rather quickly when he realized the target of his fixated ire had vanished.

“Can you stop talking? You're breaking my concentration." Levi almost felt bad shutting him down. Almost. The friendly attempt at banter felt inappropriate at a time like this. This jovial conversation was certainly a trick, a way of lulling her into a false sense of security. Still, it helped her take her mind off the impending ride. “You this much of a jabber jaw on your ranch?"

“I'm a bull of simple pleasures." He responded in a curt manner, allowing his shroud of amiable openness to falter for the slightest of moments. “I eat, I sleep, I fuck, and I enjoy talking to pretty girls."

The buzzer sounded, loud and sharp. The bucking chute right next to their own burst open, and this time there was no early elimination. The tauros dipped and bucked, kicking its back legs high in the air while dipping its chest nearly to the ground. The man on his back was stubborn, holding tight while the crowd cheered him on.

“Pretty? You better not be comparing me to a miltank."

He simply smiled at her, making sure she saw this. If she expected him to elaborate on his reasons for giving her this compliment, she would be disappointed.

“Hey...whatever happens out there," his voice dipped, becoming less combative at that moment, “nothing personal. You're just another rider."

The buzzer sounded at the eight-second mark, and the rider was still clinging stubbornly to the tauros like a joltik on an arcanine. This tauros needed some calming from the dogs, their hurried words lost over the cry of the crowds. The beast realized he had been bested, and he snorted as he came to a halt. The victorious cowboy dropped from his back, his arms raised in victory to greet the boisterous roar of onlookers.

Levi glanced at the scoreboard and swallowed hard, watching his score being tallied. Each performance was judged for specific aspects of the ride. Two judges would score the bull on displays of agility, strength, and stamina. Two more judges would score the rider on balance, skill, and general showmanship. It was, at its basic level, a dance between human and pokemon.

One that had to seem like pure anarchistic motions to an onlooker but a dance none the less.

“Nothing personal, huh? Yeah, when I ruin your perfect score I'll make sure to tell you that."

“Good luck, little lady."

The man standing near the gate glanced at her, waiting for her signal that she was ready. She swallowed, trying to clear the faint ringing in her ears. Her body lowered, hunkering over his form.

“Good luck, big guy."

A nod of her head and the gate pushed open. The full strength of Bad Touch was put on display straight off. The air rushed around her while he raced a few steps into the arena. From the confines of the bucking chute, she was suddenly engulfed in the flood of stadium lights. It was jarring, and she had just enough of a mind to wrap her hand as tightly as she could around the bull rope.

There was a moment where time seemed to still, the nature of the beast below her fighting against gravity as his chest dipped to the ground. She had seen the videos, she knew how his performance usually went. An almost strange sense of eerie calm flowed through her, years of practice and experience coalescing into a sense of control.

First, he dips down, back legs kicking up in the air. She adjusted for the sudden difference in balance, using the rowels of her spurs to keep herself steady. Her heels dug in, taking the bull by surprise when she urged him to move even faster. Style points, the judges would see her spurring him on and award her justly.

The rapid bucking of his hips was constant, like a well-oiled machine that never lost rhythm. Dust choked her, kicked up by the pokemon's wild bucking. Unlike a rapidash or a mudsdale, tauros spun in tight, quick circles, attempting to dislodge their human pests. They didn't normally leap too high in the air to bring their riders down across their back in a painful split like an equine might.

Next was 'sunfishing'. All four of Bad Touch's limbs left the ground, and suddenly his back legs rolled to the side, trying to knock her off balance. A belly roll was his trademark, that move that left He snorted and bellowed at her, steam rising from his nostrils each time he fell back to the ground. No matter what he did, Levi clung to him, mindful not to let her left arm fall more than an inch towards him.

If she touched him with that arm she would be disqualified. In the videos she had watched, she had seen how the bull would jerk his body towards the right to try to force a hand on him. It was a clever tactic if you weren't paying attention and watching for it.

She felt the rope fighting against her grasp. The mad, incessant jingling of the bell hanging below him signaled her continued dominance over him. She was holding on, constantly fighting that jarring pain that coursed through her whenever he landed.

Her smaller size was a boon in this instance. Bad Touch was used to larger riders. Those men that couldn't press as close to his back as Levi could.

The chorus of the ringing bell was joined by loud, braying barks. She barely heard it. Levi was too focused on what she was doing to pay it any mind. The tauros was getting fiercer, his movements becoming more jarring and stumbling. She kicked at his sides even harder, really driving her spurs in.

Bad Touch bellowed in indignity at her actions. The blurry surroundings came back into focus when he began to rear on his hind legs. Levi quickly turned the tips of her boots inward, locking them under the barrel of his chest.

Levi could tell he was doing it to try to fake her out. This was the last-ditch effort, that third step in his normal routine that very few could reach. Her teeth gritted together, sending pain coursing through her lower jaw when he came down hard on his front hooves. She could feel her balance waning, her score sure to suffer from that misstep. The barking grew louder, mixing with the roaring crowd crying out for her.

It was an incredible rush. Nothing ever made her feel this alive.

Her opposition was moving faster, backpedaling now and kicking her up at the same time. She caught a flash of black fur in front of her - one of the rodeo clowns - and only now did she realize where she was positioned. By that point, it was too late.

Right when the buzzer rang, signaling the end of her eight seconds, everything came to a halt.

The wind was knocked from her lungs when Bad Touch's bulk suddenly hit a solid object. The rattling of metal rung in her ears, overtaking the sound of the onlookers. Levi couldn't have realized just how much of a slight the bull had taken to having her last this long. She couldn't have known how desperate he was to win. Perhaps even he didn't realize how much the thought of losing would bother him.

He had well and truly lost control.

Everything played out in sickening slowness. She suddenly felt like she was drowning, seeing a car crash playing out before her. The panicked canines had surrounded them, trying to guide them back to open ground, but they did more harm than good. Deep down, pokemon were still animals, and nothing showcased it better than Bad Touch's instinctual panic.

He tossed his shoulders, suddenly panicked. His hooves came down mere inches from the mightyena in front of him. It scurried back, stumbling over its own lanky legs. For a moment, Levi could see that dark shape being trampled, pounded into the dirt by his hysterical stampeding.

Bad Touch reared on his back hooves again, but there was no control like there had been earlier. When he came down he didn't land properly and his whole body began to tilt. Levi could sense the clarity coming back to his actions, but there was no reconciling this. Time froze, everything faded away for her when she felt that weight beginning to fall.

His fight with gravity was doomed to fail. All 1,500 pounds of bovine muscles were coming down, and she was being taken along for the ride.

Levi's hand finally fell from the bull rope, her panicked mind screaming at her to get away. The bell clattered to the ground, a phantom reverberation in her ears that sounded as if it were coming from miles away. Her legs were locked around the barrel of his body, however, refusing to release their hold on the only tangible thing she had available to her. Suddenly, a new sensation built up under her. Then, she was in the air.

His form had engulfed in a glowing aura of red energy. She was not flung completely free of danger, no matter his intent. His head came up at the wrong time. Those large horns tilted back, and Levi's body exploded in pain when she felt one catch on her upper left shoulder. The blunt horn didn't pierce the skin, but she swore she could hear the crack that resonated through her body.

With a mighty bellow, he fell to the ground in a massive heap on his side. Dazed and stunned from the aftermath of using thrash.

Levi's protective vest and riding helmet absorbed the majority of the impact into the solid, unforgiving dirt. It could do nothing for her left arm. Hot agony swept up her shoulder from the collision. The stinging in her left shoulder exploded outwards, becoming a roaring pain that refused to be ignored.

Hands grabbed at her, tried to pull her away from the collapsed bull but she screamed as the pain only grew worse. Nausea made her sick to her stomach. The beginning signs of a concussion running through her did nothing to dull the agony. It hurt, everything hurt. Her breathing grew ragged as medics raced to her side. The whole time, she never took her eyes off of Bad Touch.

The canines had encircled him, worried he might be planning on trying to get back up, but he was looking back at her. His expression was one of stunned silence, a plan that had gone completely and inexorably wrong. Before the cold, unyielding grasp of unconsciousness took her, she could see his mouth moving in a series of rapid, unintelligible whispers.

A lot could happen in eight seconds.

------ Part 2 ------

Gentle cries of a wooloo filled the small paddock, along with the shouts of the child on its back. Even though the little sheep pokemon was doing little more than trotting at a slow pace, his minuscule rider was panicked as he grasped so desperately at the tufts of wool just behind his shoulders.

“Don't panic, hon. Just keep your concentration!" Levi Grove called out to him from her position near the side of the fence. Her arms were crossed gently over her chest, an amused expression dancing on the edge of her lip. She glanced to her side, watching the line of eager sheep pokemon, practically bouncing along as they watched.

Age had been kind to her, although it had only six years since her last ride in the arena.

Right now, she watched the wooloo's gentle motions, the cotton white wool fluffed up from the pokemon's own excitement. It had been a busy day. She almost didn't have the time to oversee the little training session. With a sharp whistle, she signalled him to stop, and the little sheep pokemon obediently skidded to a halt.

Its hooves clacked anxiously on the ground. The bright, smiling face of the pokemon turned back to look at his rider.

“That was great! You did so well, I hope I didn't go to fast for you!"

On shaky legs, the young boy slowly slid off of the wooloo. He nearly fell in his haste to get to firm ground. With a delighted little 'baa', he reared back on his hind hooves and raced over to the line of his fellow sheep pokemon.

“You both did a great job. Tommy, remember, you need to try to maintain your balance. Don't try to use only your hands." She whistled towards the wooloo, drawing the little pokemon to her side. With a pat to his head, she smiled and got down on one knee next to him. “If Tank here wanted to, he could have planted you on your butt more than a couple of times."

The wooloo blanched at this while his long ears folded back. At being called out like this, his thick wool began to fluff up even more. “W-Well...I didn't want to...want to hurt him...he's my friend!"

Levi chuckled and turned back to the gathered children. “Now, this is an important lesson." She reached back along the small pokemon's head, her fingers gently scratching behind one of the wooloo's long ears. “If you keep riding, you're gonna meet a lot of different pokemon. Some of them have different ideas of just what they want to do. Whether it be showboating, down and dirty, or they're sweethearts. After a while, y'all will start to see their character just by the way they hold themselves when you're looking at them."

After patting Tank's head once more, she began to stand. The afternoon sun was high in the sky, roasting the small paddock in its glare. Beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead even before she had come out here to teach. With one hand she gently rubbed the space below her left shoulder, momentarily soothing the dull ache that had been building up.

“I did notice a few things you can improve on, this is something you can all learn." While speaking, she began to walk towards the other end of the paddock. “You want to make sure you don't just rely on your hands. You want to wrap your feet around them, try to tuck it up around their belly if ya' can."

Sleeping in an undignified heap next to the gate was a boltund. The dog pokemon's yellow fur had begun to lighten around his muzzle and his chest, a reflection of his age. He was snoring, one of his hind legs lazily kicking at the air. In the shadow of the paddock's fencing, he had found a comfortable place to nap, one that was disturbed by the incessant nudging of Levi's foot.

He snorted under his breath. His muzzle fell open and he smacked his lips rather loudly before he turned to the side to regard her.

“Do me a favor and take the 'loos back to the North pasture."

“You know, I was having the nicest dream...had nothing but those poffins you make for my birthday as far as the eye could see…" He paused, before chuckling at her request. “What, no please?" The old canine asked, his long tail giving a couple of lazy swishes before he rolled over onto his side. He yawned once more before slowly getting up. Even in his golden years, the boltund was stocky and rather broad-shouldered for his species.

“I'll thank you later, Cassidy, promise."

“Yeah, yeah. I've heard that before. Alright, you lot!" His stance changed, the sheep pokemon immediately standing up straight as their canine custodian began to walk towards them. His tail was cocked upwards, his head held high while he addressed them. “Let's get going, up and at 'em. I'm not going to have any lollygagging like last time, Tank!"

The wooloo snapped to attention and right away they began to race out of the paddock. Some rolled on their sides, that movement unique to wooloo eliciting giggles from her young wards.

“Now," she paused, noticing the kids were already starting to lose interest now that their pokemon mounts were being led away. She cleared her throat loudly, drawing their attention back to her. “If any of you decide you want to move on, you're gonna have to learn how to read your mount. Mudbray, ponyta, or tauros. Each one has their own ways of trying to knock your block off."

With the main segment of the training session over with, Levi felt like she was talking to herself. It was amusing; she could always tell when a kid had a true interest in the sport. Her current crop was rather lackluster in that regard. A few of them she knew to be the children of some wealthy families in Goldenrod. They were the ones that wore premium, clean clothing that hadn't looked like it ever touched dirt. They always complained about their boots or chaps since the leather had never been worn and broken in before that day.

Levi didn't judge them, of course. The sport was meant to be welcoming, to give everyone a chance to learn how to ride. Besides, their parent's money spent the same whether they enjoyed themselves or not. Chances were she might not see any of them again after today, but then again, maybe they would surprise her.

“Alright, that's all for today. You did great everyone, I'll see y'all around. Remember, lessons next week are on saddling a ponyta!" She could already see the line of vehicles idling near the front of the ranch. Most of them were sleek, posh cars that were beat to hell by the old gravel roads that led here.

With a wave of her right hand, she watched them go before letting out a soft sigh. By now, Cassidy had made it back to the paddock and his grizzled gray muzzle was directed towards her. With a grunt he dropped onto his haunches, using one of his back legs to scratch behind his ear.

“So, whaddya think? Got any shiners in there?"

“Nah, bunch of city kids wanting to play with some pokemon." Levi smiled and walked over, dipping a hand to scratch behind the ear Cassidy had been kicking at. “You getting fleas again? They just love 'ya. Need another bath?"

He tilted his head, giving her better access to his ear. She could hear the crackles of static electricity building up in the canine pokemon's fur. “You bathe me and I'm rolling around in the dirtiest puddle I can find."

Tingles shot up her arm from the touching, causing the very tips of her fingers to grow numb. If he were younger, his electricity output would have been nearly twice as much as he was currently putting off.

“I remember last time. I learned my lesson." Absentmindedly, she reached up and rubbed at her upper left shoulder. “I swear, you're as ornery as some of these kids when I take their phones away."

“Hmmph." He snorted, quickly picking up step with her when she began to walk away Even now when he walked, it was with a distinguished posture It always made her wonder if he was performing a display for some audience that only he could see. “At least no one tried to ride me this week. Sometimes makes me miss the good ol' days."

“Come on, now, you'll hurt my feelings. Where would you rather be? Herding wooloos for me, or some crowd of cheering fans?" Levi raised an eyebrow at him, the comment garnering a roll of the eyes from her companion.

Like most of the pokemon at the Peaceful Paddocks Ranch, Cassidy used to be a performer in the rodeo scene. Once a professional herding dog for wooloo and mareep, the canine had been losing step due to the high stress of a performing lifestyle. Wanting to retire him, but not able to take the time to leave their busy road schedule, an old friend from the rodeo scene had begged Levi to watch him.

Of course, she was more than happy to accept the offer. He had experience herding, and the kids certainly enjoyed his company. Not to mention she had always had a dog growing up, it only made sense that she had one now.

It would have been a lie to say he hadn't grown on her in the last few years. Most of the time she couldn't look down without finding him attached to her hip.

Or rather asleep in a pile within view of her.

“Now, about that 'thank you' you were going to give me?" He cocked his head to the side, a little, amused glance thrown her way. “I think you know what I'd like, and it ain't pecha and oren berry poffins.."

“Later," Levi said simply, although it was accompanied by a well-meaning pat to his head. “I still have some chores to finish up. You just try not to get too riled up, ya hear?"

The center of the ranch was alive with activity. Numerous pokemon walked the grounds, some chasing or playing with each other. The majority simply relaxed in the atmosphere the late afternoon weather provided. Like Cassidy, there were a lot of graying muzzles, relaxed figures, and friendly smiles directed her way. Cassidy kept on her heels, giving a greeting to a few they passed by.

“I'll hold you to it. Better not forget about me again." He hummed under his breath, hesitating when they walked by the entrance to the large barn. “I'm gonna get back to my nap. I'll be looking forward to it."

The interior was dark, sunbeams coming down from the hayloft and the open door catching the dust motes that danced in the air. The scent of hay and pokemon was slightly musty, reminding Levi she would need to clean out the stables when she had a chance. Just one more chore in a growing list.

She rubbed at her shoulder again, mindful of the small bump she felt under the skin. It had taken her a long time to remind herself not to pick at it. Even now it was difficult to ignore.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll see you later."

Levi waved him off and sighed under her breath. With her social activities done, she could hurry to at least start on the tasks for the next few days. Her path took her away from the barn, leading her towards the southern fields. A storm had passed by a few days earlier, downing a small rail of fencing. There was no fear that any of the pokemon might try to get away; she didn't like to be prideful, but they had it pretty good on the ranch. It helped that no one was here that didn't want to be.

That had been a big point of contention among her parents when she started this business. They had stated again and again that she wouldn't make any money with old pokemon. Those that were past their prime and couldn't breed or produce high-quality goods. Levi didn't like admitting they were right, but the day-to-day tasks without a sufficient work crew put a lot of pressure on her at times.

At least she had her ways of relieving that stress.

Most of the fencing was still salvageable, and she had already taken a truck out here earlier in the day to unload what she didn't dare carry. These days, if it meant using two arms to carry a heavy load, she usually couldn't get too far. It was something that constantly put her at odds with the more level-headed Cassidy. It wasn't like he could help her out, however. There was only so much a quadruped could do to help her out.

Levi bent down to pick up one of the large post mounts that lay just beyond the edge of the fencing. She had already dug the holes for them before the class had arrived for their lesson, and she still felt the ache in her shoulder from it. With a deep breath, she slipped both of her hands under the heavy chunk of wood. Her arms strained as she began to lift it, hot pain snaking its way from her left shoulder and running up to her neck. It nearly made her drop it right then and there.

Her attention was diverted from what she was doing when she heard the dull clopping of hooves behind her, but she did her best to ignore it.

With a heavy, stuttering breath, she took a few steps towards the pre-dug holes. She could sense those eyes on the back of her head. That familiar presence always seemed to come around at the most inopportune times. Her face reddened when she finally managed to tilt the post above the hole and allowed it to slip into the dirt.

“I told you I'd come around to help you with it."

The derivative snort and challenging tone brought a flash of pride to her. She turned and glared at the new arrival, not shrinking down from his large size.

“I told you that I didn't need any help."

Standing before him, Levi couldn't deny the itch in her shoulder. She wasn't the only one the years had been kind to.

Bad Touch hadn't lost any of his muscle mass in the past six years. He still stood tall, imposing, an air of confidence engulfing him. His white flank had darkened just enough to be noticeable when compared to his old pictures, but he still undeniably possessed a youthful vigor.

“By Arceus, if you aren't the most stubborn woman this side of Johto, then I don't want to meet the one that is." He snorted at her, a billowing cloud of steam exuding from his broad nostrils. Unlike a stantler, a bull's horns didn't grow back. Regardless of this hindrance, it was easy for him to bend down and scoop up one of the posts with them. “Where do you want it."

Levi had a few choice places that she would have enjoyed telling him where he could put it, but it had been a long day. The ache in her shoulder had become more prominent, and she sighed with a roll of her eyes.

“Next one in line." She pursed her lips, moving out of the way of the bulky pokemon when he started to move. “And try not to drop it. I'm not going to let you off easy if you do."

“Just don't get in my way this time, missy. You're lucky I'm here. Otherwise, you'd probably be calling it quits already."

Levi smirked and patted a hand on his flank, allowing her fingers to dip into that coat of fur. The slight twitch of anticipation she got back was a comfort. It always seemed like he was able to calm her down.

“Just try to keep up with me. My daddy didn't raise a slacker."

---- Part 3 ----

Fuchsia Stables was busy. It was much livelier than any ranch Levi had been to.

She sat in the front seat of her car and drummed her fingers unsteadily on the steering wheel. The sling for her arm had been tossed in the back. Even though her doctor recommended she wear it as much as possible she didn't want to appear weak. Her pride wouldn't allow her to.

The blunt trauma from his horn had broken her collarbone, but it was the impact with the ground that had done the real damage. It had taken surgery, a metal plate, and a handful of screws to set the bone properly. Even then it didn't heal properly.

Months had been spent in physical therapy training and strengthening her arm back to a shadow of efficiency. Even then she had trouble lifting it above her head. It wasn't like she had much else to do but try to get better. Living back at home with her parents the first couple of months had been like pulling teeth.

She had cut herself off from the rodeo scene at that point, not wanting to talk to any of her old friends. Their apologies were hollow attempts to try and placate the burning anger that she felt.

None of them had even bothered to visit her in the hospital. Those first few weeks after her surgery had been grueling. A mismatch of anxiety and desperation that made her want to scream. At first, she had told herself it was due to their busy schedules. She chose not to acknowledge this in favor of wallowing in the quagmire of mixed emotions at the center of her anger.

The anxious feelings had been unable to go away while she was stuck thinking about that night. For the longest time, she had thought the images in her head were bad enough, but ultimately she had given in and pulled up the footage. It was there that she saw all the times she should have jumped off, the way she clung to him when he reared, and her stillness even as he began to fall.

Part naivety, part an attempt to showboat for the judges, part disbelief at what was happening.

It had been a cold realization that the pokemon she had blamed for so long hadn't acted in a malicious intent as she had thought. All that weight coming down on her leg could have done far worse damage; it must have seemed like launching her off was the preferable course.

It would have been had his horn not caught her at that exact angle.

Her therapist had been the one to recommend this. The weekly appointments with him were the only thing that kept her sane at this point. That and the work she was putting in at Peaceful Paddocks. It kept her mind busy which was what she absolutely needed at that moment.

It needed to succeed.

She knew the loan her parents had given her to make the purchase was one of pity. It was hard looking them in the eyes when she came to beg - she couldn't call it anything else - for their assistance. Levi hadn't worn the sling at that point either. Even when the pain made her eyes water.

Levi could see a few workers were turning to look at her. On any other ranch, she wouldn't have been conspicuous. Her beat-up, rusted red work truck had made the journey from Johto well enough but it certainly wasn't anything to look at. On Fuchsia Stables, every work vehicle looked like it was driven straight off the lot.

She was expected of course. She wouldn't have made the drive all the way out here if she was going to be turned away. Stepping out of the car brought her in line with a short, surly man in blue overalls that was heading towards her. He had a papery, wrinkled face that spoke of days working under the sun. Unlike most of the workers, he actually looked like he knew how to run a ranch.

“You Levi?"

He was curt to her. Even though he was the same height as her, he gave off the aura of a man not to be questioned. If Levi hadn't spent so much time around creatures that actually deserved to be feared, she might have fallen for it herself.

“Yeah, that's me."

He nodded stiffly and turned towards the largest building on the ranch. The barn had its doors thrown wide open and she could hear the vocalization of many miltank and tauros. It was a little jarring but she followed him when he started to head for it.

“Don't have much time today, so make it quick."

“I was told I could talk to him for as long as I wanted to."

“Well, whoever told you that clearly doesn't know how damn busy we are."

The man glanced back at her and his expression soured. Levi had expected this kind of response. Even the owner of the ranch had sounded combative on the phone. She simply gazed back at him, unflinching and ready to bite back should he keep up this attitude.

In their minds, it must have been her fault that Bad Touch had been banned from the rodeo circuit.

A bull like that could make a lot of money performing and bringing celebrity status to its owner. To have a tarnished record and notoriety for being unpredictable would have been a huge hindrance.

“You can take that up with your boss."

“Miss, I'm the boss around here. If I say I want your shitbox off my ranch in half an hour, you're gonna do it. Ya' hear me?"

He stopped at the front of the barn and crossed his arms over his chest. Everything from his stature to his stubbornness was almost comical. After all she had gone through in the last few months, the last thing she would concern herself with was the attitude of someone as insignificant as this.

“You know, my daddy taught me not to talk ugly to people," she glanced at him sharply, “might just make an exception for you, mister."

The two stood there sizing each other up, waiting for the other to crack.

The tension in Levi's shoulders was starting to agitate her injury. She was almost to the point of breaking down when he finally gestured with one gnarled hand towards the back of the barn.

“Last stall on the right. Just try to make it fast. We're running a business here."

Levi didn't bother answering that. With her head held high, she walked down the center aisle of the barn. The conversations had faltered and then fallen silent when she passed the pokemon that were kept out here. Separated with tauros on the right and miltank on the left, there was certainly a lot of bodies packed into this building.

So many pairs of eyes locked on her made her feel anxious. It wasn't at all like when she would perform. These gazes were judgemental even if they didn't intend to be. Levi wondered just how many of them knew who she was, and how many were just following herd mentality.

A noticeable trend occurred when she got halfway down the aisle. Whereas the pokemon towards the front had all been large, pristine examples of their species, these were smaller, less presentable specimens. They were noticeably older members of the ranch's herd. Their heads hung over their stalls, questioning comments directed at her becoming almost overwhelming.

They looked tired. Their stalls weren't as immaculately kept as those of the younger pokemon. Still, they were happy to see her, it seemed. They greeted her; it was mostly the miltank, but the tauros also gave her companionable nods of the head.

Levi kept her head up and kept walking. She hadn't been out of the public eye for very long, but she was certainly feeling the effects of it. Her therapist had told her it could be performance anxiety or an aversion to being put in a situation she associated with her accident. She didn't like to think about it too hard.

Her journey stopped at the end of the aisle. It was quiet back here with dimmed lights and numerous empty stalls to greet her. The only occupied one back here had its door closed.

She thought about what she was going to say to him. So many nights had been spent formulating whether she was going to be angry or combative when she faced him. There was a sense of vindication at the idea of forcing all of her problems on him.

Now, however, all her plans failed her.

It was meant to be a healing moment. That was what her therapist had told her so many times. Closure could do amazing things. It might have helped her come to terms with what happened, he had insisted.

It seemed too good to be true.

Levi felt strange walking up to the stall to set her gaze on the large, white shape that lay against the back wall. It was tucked in on itself, seemingly smaller than she remembered it being when they first met. Just one look at him made her throat tighten.

She had been certain he would have been unmoved by what happened to her. He might have been angry, but she had confidence he wouldn't have been as affected as she had been. Looking at him now told her she was wrong in this regard.

His coat was dirty and unkempt. No longer a pure white, it seemed to be a dirty gray in appearance. Muscles had atrophied from what she could only imagine was lack of use. He was still a big bull, but he didn't fill out in the shoulders as much as he used to. The stall reeked of him, telling her that he most likely didn't leave it too often.

The shadow of her tormentor laid out before her left her feeling a new emotion she hadn't experienced in a while.

Pity.

It struck her now why the owner and the ranch boss had been so combative towards her. Her attitude towards him had been outwardly hostile when she spoke to him on the phone after all. It might as well have been kicking him while he was down to come here and lay into him.

On a ranch like this where you were only important if you contributed to the continued operations, she could tell he was relegated to an afterthought. Levi wanted to turn and walk away from him, leave this poor creature to his own demons. Her hand stubbornly clenched the stall door, refusing to release it.

He stirred in the bed of hay. His large head shifted to face her and his sleepy eyes blinked a few times. There was a moment of realization, shock playing over his face at her before his head slowly dropped back into the hay. Silence filled the stall, neither sure of what to say to the other.

The video of her performance came back to her. Those moments replayed over and over all she could see when she looked at him. It was an accident, she told herself, it wasn't his fault.

She had trained her whole life to be a bull rider. He had been trained his whole life to be a rodeo bull.

Levi wasn't the only one that had lost all they had known and loved in life.

“How's…," his voice came softly, missing that pugnacious attitude she had come to associate with him. “How's your shoulder?" There was a crack in his tone that he tried to hide from her.

“Healing." She replied. The barn seemed to fall quiet as if the others were mindful of what was happening back here. It helped soothe the frayed nerves of the human, but only just a little. “How's…" She gestured towards him broadly with her good hand. Her other arm was already growing sore; she wished she had brought her sling in.

“Pretty shitty, to be honest."

He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as his flanks slowly rose. His nostrils flared while one of his front hooves dug into the bed of the hay. His three tails hung lifeless on the ground, not a sign of life to them.

“Can't compete anymore. Don't get to travel. None of the other pokemon talk to me," he smiled, albeit bitterly, “all they want me for anymore is to get off in some bag so they can sell it off. Can't even get it up, though...life has been just great."

Despite herself, Levi felt a bit of warmth rising to her face. It shouldn't come as any surprise that a bull like him would have his semen collected to sell off. Artificial insemination was, after all, a large aspect of breeding the best quality pokemon possible.

“I feel that. I can't lift my arm above my head. Rainy days it starts to ache so badly I just want to cut the damn thing off." She intended to come off as supportive even though she knew she owed the tauros nothing. “I've walked through the metal detector on the Goldenrod Metro and set it off more than once."

Her arms draped over the wooden stall. All that anger and bitterness that had been eating away at her was still there. Seeing the guilt in his eyes stayed her tongue.

“I...wish I could take it back. I was so stupid." Only now did his tails flick while his large head fell back into his bed of hay. “I've...I've fallen before. Ol' Bluejay that runs the place wouldn't ever admit it. That was back when I was just a young thing…last I heard, the guy I fell on needs a cane all the time now. Didn't want to see that happen again."

“I should have let go."

She said it before she could stop herself. A wave of emotions flooded through her; to admit her own fault had felt like such an impassible hurdle. It struck her why she hadn't, why she had been so desperate to hang on to him.

“I wanted to show I was better than you. Ain't that just the dumbest thing?"

That had always been the point of bull riding for her, after all. It was a sport to show that you were better than one of Arceus' strongest creatures. It had always been about the thrill of pleasure she took in conquering such a dominating pokemon.

He surprised her.

He laughed, a soft sound at first, but one that grew into an almost cacophonic bellow of amusement. His head tilted back so he could meet her eyes but that seemingly wasn't good enough for him. Bad Touch shifted, slowly and steadily getting to all fours on shaky legs. Levi didn't move as he approached her. Only when she stood within a foot of him did she see the light had flickered back to life in his eyes.

“You know...I think you did that. They still counted your run. 49-1 isn't too bad, huh?"

His smile faltered and then his head dipped. With a loud sigh, he turned back to his bed, slowly walking back to where he had been laying.

“Well, whatever you do with your life, just know you beat me. You should get out of here, though. They're gonna try to get me up and running again. Wouldn't want a delicate soul like yourself to see something like that. They tend to get ornery when the big guy refuses to come out of his hiding place."

He winked at her and dismissed her with a flick of his tails. Levi would falter, hesitating on her side of the stall. She watched him for a few more moments, her heart swelling with such a mess of feelings that she didn't know how to express them.

“Oh, one more thing…" He called out to her. “I...this is going to sound stupid. I kept thinking you'd be like me, ya know? Just curled up somewhere, wishing someone still believed in you...I, well…" he faltered, “looking at you now? I wish I was as strong as you."

She hated him. She pitied him. She loathed him. She knew she couldn't blame him without blaming herself.

Levi was conflicted as she walked back out of the barn. The watchers in the wings remained silent, although a few seemed almost disappointed. She assumed they expected a screaming match to erupt between the two of them.

She met the man in overalls, 'Bluejay', as Bad Touch called him, at the front of the barn. He had a few ranch hands gathered with him. One of them had a long, brown tube that she knew from her own time on the ranch to be an artificial vagina. Electro-stimulation had been outlawed in most regions simply because it took away any consent from the donor pokemon. The only way they could get him to produce was if he wanted to.

The short man was glaring at her, obviously displeased with her presence.

“Hope you got what you wanted out of that, missy. Didn't need the big good-for-nothing all mopey before his date with Bess, here. If I could find a buyer for the damn thing, he'd be out of here. Waste of space, the lot of 'em back there."

Levi's anger flooded back to her. Her eyes narrowed at him, and she stood a bit straight. The friendly attitude of the older pokemon, those that were seemingly past their prime suddenly hit her like a ton of brick.

“How much do you want for him?"

----- Part 4 ----

Of course, a lot had changed in the six years he had been on the ranch.

The work went much faster than it would have if she had done it alone. By now the sun was beginning to set in the sky, and Levi sighed to herself as she looked over the row of planted fence posts. She hated to admit it, but there were certain things she couldn't do as efficiently on her own.

She was already trying to come up with a mental chore list for the next few days, but an impatient snuffle from behind her soon caught her attention. If that wasn't enough, a rather powerful nudge of Bad Touch's snout to the small of her back accompanied it.

“So...it's been two weeks."

Levi smiled, playing coy but didn't bother glancing at him. “Huh, I guess it has been." She couldn't deny that she had begun to feel antsy the last few days thinking about this. Didn't play in her favor to let him know that, however. “So that's why you came and helped me, huh? Thought I'd return the favor?"

He snorted, digging one of his front hooves into the grass. He dug deep furrows with it, his powerful muscles unintentionally scouring the ground and pulling back thick clods of soil. The powerful pokemon's white fur was coated in a thin layer of sweat, the raw scent of bovine hanging heavy on the afternoon air.

It was a scent some might find offensive. It was one that reminded Levi of her riding days and late nights.

“Come on, that's not the only reason I helped you." The muscles in his neck bulged out when she turned and began to walk away. His heavy footfalls followed her, never letting her get too far from him. “I don't like the thought of you working too hard by yourself. Besides, we had a deal."

“Our deal was once a month, remember?" She reached her sore arms above her head, stretching out as far as she could before the ache in her shoulder became too much. “I've just been generous lately."

“Don't go welshing on our deal, now." He wisely stopped himself when she glanced back at him. “It's just unfair, is all." He finally stated, picking up more of a sense of urgency with every step they took. “I'm going to go crazy if we don't do it soon…" He knew what she was waiting for, and it made him grind his flat teeth together in frustration. All three of his long, ropey tails were lashing out at the air, a whip-like crack sounding out occasionally, punctuating his words.

Levi couldn't stop herself from smirking. She may have been tired but she couldn't deny she felt excitement akin to what the bull was. It was true, it had been two weeks since their last 'session'. The choice to give in to his requests was hers alone to make. Seeing him agitated like this made it all the sweeter.

By the time they had made the walk back to the ranch, the main grounds were deserted. A few pokemon helpers on the farm were tasked with helping their less-able companions get food or water. If she didn't have them to help, she was certain she would have lost her mind a long time ago. They weren't as reliable as humans were, but they could handle relatively simple tasks.

Most of the older livestock from Fuchsia Stables fit into this category. They had, of course, come over with her purchase of Bad Touch. They had been her inspiration for just what kind of ranch she wanted to run.

“You're just screwing with me, aren't you?"

She glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow. His look of annoyance was soon replaced with one of amusement.

“Yeah, you are. I swear you are one of the most confusing girls I've ever met."

Levi quickly looked away, already feeling her face begin to redden. It always got this way when he called her out. She was happy the sun had gone down, casting the ranch in darkness.

He had certainly noticed she wasn't guiding him back to the barn, but rather a relatively new building on the outskirts. Dirt was kicked up by his hooves in excitement while an almost airy bellow escaping him.

“You might as well be one of my ol' miltanks. Maybe if we waited long enough you'd start begging me for the chance…"

That froze her in her steps. She regarded him in annoyance and placed her hands on her hips. The tauros gasped mockingly at her display, his head dipping lower. The muscles in his shoulders had begun to tense, and she noticed the way his chest had begun to puff out in agitation. All the signs of an excited bull.

“Come on, now. I know you look like an idiot, but you really are one if you think I'd ever beg for anything."

The building they stepped up to was small and unassuming, except for the lack of windows. Around the side were a pair of large barn doors that were strung together by chains and secured with a heavy padlock. It was security in the sense that it was meant solely to deter would-be trespassers. The building was pre-fabricated, little more than a large, wooden shell with a mostly-dirt floor. If someone wanted to get in, they could just dig under the wall.

As if to prove her right, as soon as she opened the door, the sound of soft, rhythmic snoring drifted out of the darkness.

“Damn it, Cassidy."

She cursed as she walked into the small building. The sheepdog lay in a corner of the room atop a pile of discarded feed bags. His yellow coat was flecked with bits of brown dirt and stable dust. Like earlier in the day he was on his back, legs askew as he slept. His point of entry was immediately noticeable. Halfway down the wall was a hastily dug hole leading to the outside.

No matter how many times she filled it in, it never took long for him to come back. He valued a quiet, private place to sleep. Despite that, he refused to sleep in the house.

As soon as Bad Touch walked in, she hastily pulled the doors shut behind him. They were enshrouded by darkness immediately with the soft hum of an appliance guiding her towards her work desk. She was mindful of the wooden floor that separated it from the rest of the shack; she had tripped over it before in the dark. From here, it was easy to find the light switch that would illuminate the room.

Her desk was immaculate for the sole reason that she never used it. Most of the paperwork was shoved in a drawer back at the main house. She just knew enough to keep her bills, orders, and invoices straight.

“Ya know, you don't need to kick him out. He sure talks a big game."

“What, you okay with him seeing your dick?" She asked him.

“Just want him to see what a real male looks like."

Her desk was flanked by a large workbench on one side and a fridge on the other. The fridge was small and sturdy, a powerline running from the house hooked into it. Another line ran from it to an emergency back-up generator that Cassidy was tucked up against. She didn't know what it was, but the canine just seemed drawn to it. She assumed it was an electric type thing.

He had begun to awaken at the sound of their intrusion. The old, grizzled dog leaned up and blinking in the sudden light. When he saw her, his face immediately lit up. That immediately changed when he saw the bull standing nearby.

“Oh joy, and here I was thinking you came to my quarters-"

“My office." She corrected him quickly.

“-my private quarters," he continued, ignoring her, “to give me that 'thank you' that you promised me."

Bad Touch snorted slightly at the presence of the older male. Countless times they had needed to chase him out of here. It shouldn't have been a surprise to have him turn up when he wasn't wanted.

Still, this gave her an idea.

“Alright, fine. Have it your way. I could use a bit of a build-up, anyways…" She reached down and began to unbutton the top of her blouse. Levi did it slowly, relishing in knowing she had their eyes fixated on her. It seemed strange having two men watching her at once; she had only ever done anything with them separately.

“You know she likes me more." Bad Touch stated this as he walked across the floor to her.

“I find that funny. The thought of anyone liking you, I mean."

He was taking his time, savoring the sight of her. He had admitted to having a fascination with her breasts, the human's chest so different than anything he'd see on his own species. Levi would admit to feeling that familiar urge coming through her that made her heart race. To see him like this on the prowl, knowing just what he was going to be getting...it turned her on. He was so eager that he as soon as she pulled her shirt open, his large nose was pressed right against her dark, black bra.

Cassidy rolled to his paws, his lip curling back over his muzzle. The two boys had heard about the others endeavors on plenty of occasions. Whether it be outright bragging, or whispered confessions on her part.

Bad Touch's tongue was long and limber. It made her shiver when he stuck it out slowly, running it along the front of her bra and leaving a slick of bovine drool. He always did this no matter how much she insisted he not. Her hand tremble and she sighed as she reached back, fumbling with the clasps to her bra.

“Damn it. You can calm down."

After purchasing him, Levi had been in a bad spot financially. It had been a spur of the moment decision that she had immediately regretted. She didn't have any facilities to care for a fully grown bull, nor did she have the money to feed him. Even he had questioned her motives and she had been unable to give him a straight answer.

With the ranch on the line, she had turned to a tried and true method of making money. She wasn't proud to say she had essentially guilt-tripped him into cooperating with her. They had been so awkward together that first time that he hadn't even looked her in the eye the day after using the artificial vagina.

Levi had to do little more than stand there and hold the long tube for him but it was enough to leave her curious.

Levi had never been hands-on when it came to collecting the semen of a breeding bull. She had been present of course, her father having decided it was something she needed to know if she would run a farm one day. To do it by herself was difficult and not knowing the market trade, she had gotten shorted on her first few sales. Still, they were able to maintain normal ranch operations.

After a year, it had become a norm for her. The bull would tease and taunt her, poking the ursaring for weeks to see how worked up he could get her. One day, it had gotten to the point where she decided to forgo the artificial cow and used her bare hands. Since that moment, she had been hooked.

She told herself it wasn't a sexual act. Just a farmer performing a natural task that was expected to her. That opened a door to even more depravity that she never would have expected.

Cassidy, trouble-maker as he was, had caught them one night when she didn't realize he was sleeping in the room. It had been when she was using her mouth on him, trying to coax him into cumming for her. The canine had shown great interest in what they were doing together; it turned out he was just as fascinated by the idea as Bad Touch had been.

An old dog like him had been around for a long time, but he had never had the opportunity to see a human in a position like this.

Levi sighed in relief when her bra finally came undone and was quickly swiped aside by the bull's powerful tongue. He was insatiable, licking everywhere he could across her breasts almost right away. He knew by now to pay special attention to her nipples, those sensitive pink buds that would make her groan under her breath each time he touched them.

The taste and scent of sweat were heavy on her, drawing the bull's interest as thoroughly as a salt lick would. Each swipe of his tongue cleared more away, replacing it with slick spittle.

“You like that?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes, trying not to show just how eager she was. In truth, if she didn't need to make sure his sperm count was high enough to meet the qualifications to be sold off they would be doing this far more than twice a month. Cassidy helped in that regard; the lazy canine could get it up at least a few times a week to satisfy her.

“Oh yeah, I loooove it." She teased, really exaggerating herself in an attempt to get the large animal riled up. In truth, she always adored the feeling of him working her over like this. It left a mess behind, but the sensation more than made up for it.

The sound of paws approaching made her falter. She was reminded of the boltund's presence when a cold, wet nose pressed between her legs. Glancing down she noticed he had slipped around the bull's front hooves to get to his treasure.

“That all she lets you do to her? That's cute." Cassidy chuckled.

Levi used one hand to shoo away his nose, eliciting a soft growl out of him. He relented when he noticed she was fussing with her zipper, the attention she was receiving causing her movements to stutter.

“I swear, y'all are going to be the death of me…"

She need only remove the entrapments that held her pants up before Cassidy took over. He had plenty of experience with this and he showed it when he grabbed her pants in his mouth and yanked them down till they pooled around her ankles. He snickered at the white panties she wore, a contrast to the black bra. Levi hadn't exactly been in a position where she needed to impress the two boys with matching undergarments in a long time.

“Such a pretty little thing," Cassidy cooed, pressing his nose to the front of her groin and slowly against it, “hard to believe it's taken my knot so many times…"

“Hmmph. After me, she probably barely even feels it." Bad Touch asserted. He had begun to pull his head away, only for Levi to grasp his horns tightly. Her strength was incomparable to his own but he knew better than to try and fight her on this. What she wanted, she usually got. He had learned that a long time ago. His tongue went back to attacking her hardened nipples, swirling along them in slow, meticulous patterns.

Levi bit down on her lip to try to hold back her moans. The dual sensations were already starting to get to her. Separately, they were glorious, together, they were nearly mind-numbing. It had taken Bad Touch a long time to learn just what spots to touch to make her go wild, and even then he still had difficulties using his large tongue between her legs.

Cassidy, on the other hand, was a natural at it. His fangs grazed her tight entrance when he grabbed at the front of her panties. He was gentle in the sense he didn't bite her but the loud tearing noise told her this didn't extend to her poor undergarments. She would have been surprised if she even had a matching set at this point.

No longer protected from the dog's invading touch, her damp femininity was left completely bared to him.

There was a small patch of brown hair growing above it, little more than stubble from a week without shaving it away. Neither of the boys seemed to mind it so she didn't take extreme measures to get rid of it.

True to Cassidy's words, it still remained its tightness, even with the size of her lovers doing their best to change that.

“Now, give me just a sec-ugh!"

Cassidy didn't wait. His nose pressed into her small bush and his tongue slipped out a second later. He took in deep, greedy breaths, relishing the scent of the human woman. She knew he had always had an obsession with her scent. After their first night together, she had needed to shoo him away on more than one occasion when they were supposed to be working.

She bit down hard on her lower lip while her gaze drifted upwards. It was undeniably amazing. The ache in her shoulder had disappeared entirely, leaving her to feel nothing but pleasure when that first wet, sloppy lick ran along her folds.

He parted her slightly, not as generous in his licking as Bad Touch was. Even now the bull had slowed to a torturous pace, making her desperate for more.

“F-Fuck...oh Arceus, boys…"

Levi closed her eyes and groaned under her breath. She needed to put more weight on the tauros' horns to make sure her legs didn't give out on her. It left her leaning over him, clutching the large bull in a grasp that signalled she never wanted to let go.

Still, they did not falter.

Cassidy's tongue would push her lips apart each time he licked her. The rough, canine tongue entered her slightly, little more than a tease that was accompanied by a brush against her clit. She had explained its pleasurable impact on her body a long time ago, and he relished making her dance on the end of his tongue. Of all the females he had bred in his life, she was definitely the one that most appreciated a good licking.

The sound of wet tongues on soft flesh filled the shed, leaving her face burning. She could only imagine what people would think if they saw her like this. In truth, it was one of the reasons she prefers not to hire outside help.

At night, it was just her and her pokemon.

Soft crackles began to accompany the licks, little bolts of static electricity building up from the boltund's excitement. It had scared the hell out of her the first time it happened but she had grown to savor the sensation. It was an exotic thrill that Bad Touch in all his glory couldn't afford her. The little static zaps caused the hair around her groin to stand on end, a comical display that produced an amused 'wuff' from her canine paramour.

Her face curled up when Bad Touch pulled away from her breasts. The bull's eyes were locked on her, his nostrils twitching as the scent of her arousal drifted up from Cassidy's work on her. She could tell he was jealous that he could make her feel this way; he never got her moaning as loudly as she was now.

“Don't you dare even suggest he's better than me."

He pressed his muzzle close to her face, so close she could feel the heat of every exhale on her bare neck. It was imposing. It was enough to make her tremble, especially when Cassidy's tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot in her folds.

Levi didn't give in to her unease. She kissed him on the top of his snout, raising an ireful look from the bull.

“Shut up a-and kiss me, you idiot."

He took this as a challenge. Their lips met rather clumsily, the bovine's longer face not allowing them a graceful kiss. Her eyes fluttered when she felt his large tongue already pressing against her lips; it always demanded entrance. Everything he did from the way he stood to the way he pushed against her told her he was jealous. She wanted that. She wanted him to know he had to work to curry her favor even after everything they had gone through.

With a current of electricity causing her to dance on her toes, a thick bull tongue grinding against her own, Levi couldn't hold back. Her climax was announced with a loud groan and a solid buck of her hips. The human shuddered and grasped his horns as tightly as she could before pulling away from him.

She coughed and sputtered while he withdrew from her mouth. The tip of his long tongue had been tickling the back of her throat. Cassidy hadn't stopped licking her for a single moment and had followed her step backward. Now, he was cleaning away the juices that coated his muzzle. A diligent sheepdog was always working, after all.

“You can stop now," he grunted, taking a step back, “she's ready for me."

The bull's arousal hung heavy between his length. Unlike an equine's, the bovine's penis had an elongated, rounded tip. Heady smelling pre was already starting to drip from it with every twitch of his large balls.

It still made her swallow nervously when she saw just how damn big he was. Easily sixteen inches long, his erection was long, but it was also thin. Little more than two inches around, it was perfectly suited to penetrating a female's cervix. The first time she had grasped it, she had been astounded by it. Even Cassidy - having withdrawn his face from between her legs - seemed taken aback by the sheer length of it.

“You're...joking, right? How does that thing even fit in you?" He asked, incredulous.

“T-Tons of practice, I guess." She nibbled her lip and took a small step closer to him. At times like this, it was hard to resist her urge to take hold if it. It was hard up until she remembered how cocky he had been about her wanting him.

She stilled herself, looking from him to the canine at her side, and then smirking at the large bull.

“Actually…"

“Don't you dare." He stated, taking a small step closer to her.

“I think that Cassidy," she saw the dog's face brighten in victorious excitement, “should get to go first. It's only fair."

“Only fair? How! He doesn't have to wait two weeks to breed his mate!" He slipped up after calling her this. The bull stammered, trying to correct himself and growing even more flustered by the moment. “N-Not that I'd call her that. She's all over me as it is."

His arousal hadn't diminished for a second. To her surprise, it seemed to twitch even faster. Was he a fan of the idea of being cuckolded?

“You heard her. She wants me first." He smirked in victory while his tail began to flag. The boltund's latent electrical powers were starting to act up, causing small sparks to burst off of him. They fell to the dirt floor harmlessly, fading from existence instantaneously. “You can watch and learn one of the most important things in life. Some females just can't be tamed. You want the usual position?"

Levi nodded instantly. She was still smirking at the male staring her down. She was vaguely aware of Cassidy rolling onto his side and then his back. The canine's front paws dangled over his chest as they would in his sleeping position with his hind legs spread wide to show off his own growing arousal.

He was easily thicker than Bad Touch, but he couldn't hope to meet the bull's length. At only half his size, it was still an effort for her to take. It was dark yellow at the base where it was the thickest, lightening to an almost white at the very tip. Dark veins crisscrossed it, giving it an angry, feral appearance that Levi couldn't resist.

“Relax, I won't make you sit there without some fun." She turned and grabbed a long, brown tube from her workbench. It was the very same artificial vagina they always used at the very end to ensure none of his precious seed went to waste. “I swear to Arceus if you blow in my mouth again…"

“Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes at her, his anger unabated by the offer. “That was a month of mortgage payments, pokemon food, and upkeep. I remember." He snickered. “Didn't stop you from gulping it down, did it?"

She felt her face warm at this. With a huff of annoyance, she moved over Cassidy and lowered herself until she was resting in his furry lap. The artificial vagina was set off to the side until she would need it but easily within grasp. Now that her hands were free, she couldn't resist running them through the canine's luxurious chest, savoring the warmth. The boltund dipped up, giving her a quick lick across the bottom of her chin.

“I hope you're ready for this...I've been dying to get back in you. Such a beautiful girl over top of me...surely, I'm still dreaming."

Unlike his tauros companion, Cassidy was always a smooth talker. His tongue fell lower when he felt her grasp his hot, throbbing cock, setting his tail alight with movement. He wagged quickly and happily for her, more akin to a puppy than the old mutt he really was. It always overjoyed her when she saw just how much this made him come alive.

It was even better when she felt the tip pressing against her wet folds. With how much work he had done to lube her up, she need only wedge the tapered head between her lips before shifting forward. It secured him and allowed him to dip into her little more than half an inch. It also ensured he wouldn't slip out easily. Both of them shivered from the proximity and just how close he was to sinking into her.

“A-Alright, you big baby. Get over here." She gestured with one shaking hand to him, drawing the towering beast to her side. Her mouth had gone dry in anticipation of this while her heartbeat rang in her ears. In truth, she was so excited she thought she might cum from one push of her hips.

She had both of her boys here before her, the two pokemon she had come to love in the past few years Each had helped her in their own ways. Helped her grow, to forget, and most importantly to move on.

Paws grasped at her hips, rough pads digging into her sides. Cassidy was trying to be patient but his little whimpers sounded how badly he wanted this. She rocked her hips forward appreciatively, giving him a tighter squeeze and drawing a low sigh from him. The old man was lacking in vigor most days, hence her needing to be on top a majority of the time.

Bad Touch's imposing form stepped over them slowly, the heavy hooves of the bull coming down on either side of them. Cassidy was momentarily taken aback by this, shrinking away from those heavy legs.

“Y-You better not trample me, you ornery beast."

“Shut up, old man. I wouldn't hurt Levi. You, I don't care so much about."

His words ended in a deep grunt when he felt a hand wrapping around the base of his hard prick. Levi's calloused fingers added a level of sensation that made his flank tremble. He never could get over how good hands could feel.

“I swear if you get any of that garbage on me…I'm going to zap you till you stop moving," Cassidy warned. His ears flattened when Levi began to lower herself, allowing more of his yellow prick to sink slowly into her. “N-Nevermind…"

Contented that she had silenced him, she turned back to the daunting task in front of her. This was going to be a lot of work to make sure she satisfied both of them. Her tongue ran out slowly, licking from the bottom of his bulbous tip to the tip, cleaning away a light sheen of that musky pre. The taste was overpowering from just that little bit, making her desperate for more of it.

Levi's eyes squeezed tight and she lowered herself further down, taking more of the canine's hot prick. She was going slow, but she was certain she could handle the entirety at once. She wanted to savor this, however, and she groaned on Bad Touch's tip.

“Oh, boys…"

The scent of the tauros' groin was overpowering. His balls were huge, full of that virulent seed she so desired. They were a sign of his proud nature as a breeding bull, pent-up from having to wait so long since his last session. It was her duty as his owner to help drain them.

Cassidy's soft whimpers were growing louder the more of himself he watched disappear into his female. She felt his grip tightening in an attempt to draw her downwards, and she gave him what he wanted. With a firm push, she groaned and slipped down far enough to take the very last inch. She felt the tickle of his fuzzy sheath against her cunny lips before the swollen glands of his knot slipped free of its hiding place.

“O-Oh, Arceus, yes…" Levi moaned to herself. An impatient shuffle and grunt drew her attention back to the bull in her hand. She did her best to begin stroking the base, knowing this was where he really enjoyed being touched. “I could get, nngh, used to this…"

That tapered canine tip was packing her full, steadily increasing in thickness as Cassidy's arousal grew. It was something she had come to love of the canine; unlike a tauros, he got thick enough to really stretch her out the more they went. Slowly, she began to rise up, using her right arm for leverage on his chest and to keep her steady.

Inch after inch glided out of her, catching on her walls and leaving them both shuddering in pleasure. The crackle of his electricity had started back up, causing her to unintentionally tighten around him with every jolt. It left her feeling energized, fully cognizant of every last moment.

Her hunger grew with every pass of her tongue over his tip. He was shuffling, needy from weeks of desire. She was more than happy to give him what he so badly wanted. Levi swore he was an addiction at this point. Every day she found herself looking forward to this taste filling her mouth, the potent aroma of a bull in rut all she could smell. She drew him into her mouth, allowing his fat tip to rest squarely on his tongue.

Then, she began to work

Her lips pursed and she started to suck as hard as she could. It drew a loud groan from her much larger mate, and she quickly dropped back into Cassidy's lap. They both grunted from the impact, his hips instinctively rocking upwards to ensure he was as deep as he could be. Her nails had begun to dig into his chest, keeping him from moving away from her.

Everything was a wash of fur, heat, and musk to her. Every time she rose off of Cassidy's prick, her forehead would bump against Bad Touch's stomach. It caused the coarse fur to grind against her, nearly knocking her rhythm off-kilter. Pre constantly dribbled onto her tongue, pooling up before she greedily sucked it down.

It almost made her wish he would slip up, just so she could taste that rich burst of his climax. Her mouth was watering from the thought alone, giving him a hot, wet hole to begin thrusting against. He knew better than to use even a quarter of his strength; she had made it clear a long time ago that they wouldn't continue if he dared make her take that. This slow, deep pushing she could handle.

His weighty balls swung forward from the momentum, slapping against her wrist. She hadn't stopped stroking him, providing him with a firm base to thrust against. It was pure nirvana for her. She hadn't stopped moving, in fact, she had started to bounce even harder on Cassidy's stiff cock.

The dog was whimpering for her. His head was laying against the ground with his eyes clamped tightly shut. There was nothing but ecstasy and excitement written on his face, punctuated by the pulse of his growing knot against her cunny. Each time she felt it bump against her, she would try to push harder against it.

It gave Cassidy the idea she wanted it, was trying to savor their session together. He wasn't going to argue.

She always took his knot, after all.

Bad Touch's snorts and grunts had started to get louder. His long penis was beginning to tease the entrance to her throat, much like his tongue had just minutes before. Levi had to steel herself for this moment and her eyes opened just a crack before she pushed her head forward.

The sensation of swallowing his prick was always jarring for her. It felt like there should have been an end, that to have so much spread before her was unnatural in some way. Her gag reflex had been tamed after their first year together, and it certainly wasn't for lack of trying on her part.

Still, there was only so much she felt comfortable with taking. Half his erection rested down her throat by the time she was done, the very same amount she had buried between her legs. She was glad he didn't know she could easily take all of Cassidy's cock in her mouth - and had on countless occasions -but not his own.

Both males found themselves unable to say anything. The pleasure was too great, and the presence of the other was dissuading outbursts. They simply basked in the presence of their chosen female.

Her motions were beginning to grow unsteady. She was so sensitive after her initial climax that she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. By the almost constant outflow of pre in her mouth and Cassidy's increased attempts to thrust she knew she wasn't the only one.

The swell of his knot was becoming more apparent. It battered her womanhood, demanding entry she couldn't bear to deny him. It teased her clit, grinding against it each time it spread her lips apart.

Finally, albeit begrudgingly, Bad Touch was the first to break.

“Levi, damn it...I-I'm going to cum!"

She forced herself to break out of her infatuation with his prick. She pulled back slowly, allowing it to glide slowly along her tongue. As soon as it popped free a few strong squirts of watery pre decorated her lips. Even more of it covered her breasts, mixing with the slick spittle he had left. Her eager hand motions around the base of his cock keeping him right on the edge of climax.

Her movements on Cassidy were halted for the moment, drawing a disdainful growl which she immediately hushed. The woman grabbed the tube and quickly guided Bad Touch's throbbing cock to the opening at the end of it. As soon as he felt it, he let out a bellow and drove his hips forward.

The inside was already lubed up, welcoming the bull's cock with a firm, tight squeeze. He bucked madly against it, displaying the strength he was renowned for. It nearly knocked Levi from Cassidy.

“Cum for me, big boy! Show that miltank who's boss!" She whooped for him. While holding it in place, she shoved down until the thick knot was pressing against the entrance to her cunny. The pressure increased greatly, making her grit her teeth and hiss deeply. This time she wouldn't be dissuaded.

As Bad Touch's victorious groan sounded out, Cassidy's knot popped into her.

There was a sensation of fullness, and then all she could feel was warmth. Cassidy howled in victory, his balls twitching with each burst. It clung to her inner walls, thicker than the bull's own watery seed. His panting grew louder, and when he thrust upwards to make sure he was secured in her, Levi couldn't take it anymore.

Her face filled with bliss when she saw Bad Touch's balls jump. She could feel powerful tremors running through the fake cow, collecting all of his seed in a reservoir at the tip of it. Only when she saw she had finished her task did she allow herself to give in.

Orgasmic pleasure washed over her as she came. The combination of the fat knot tugging on her walls and the bull's taste on her lips was more than she could even fathom.

At that moment, she cursed herself for not trying this out sooner.

Her entire body shuddered as that feeling of ecstasy washed over every part of her being. It was relief in its purest form. All the hard work on the farm always felt like it was worth it when one of her boys managed to get her off. In that regard, they were professionals.

Bad Touch was huffing and panting above her, his hips trembling with the last few shots of bovine seed. It filled the reservoir to the point of flowing back up the tube and dripping out around the base of his shaft. On shaky hooves, he began to step back, slowly allowing his long, thin penis to slip free of it.

“Nnngh, would have preferred...blowing it down your throat. If we're being honest." He grumbled when his sensitive tip was given one last tight squeeze. The bull took a few stumbling steps away from them, glancing down at his owner. “I swear, that mouth gets better every time you use it."

Levi tilted the tube to make sure no more of the seed was able to leak free of it. There was a small cap at the entrance that she closed to plug it up. With it secured she felt comfortable setting it at her side. Her fingers were sticky, lathered in what residue had managed to leak out. These she couldn't resist bringing to her lips, making a big show of it as she slowly licked them clean. The taste was nearly overpowering, much stronger than his pre had been. She practically devoured it.

“I bet you would have...I'd rather not eat my loan payment." She snickered when she saw his manhood hadn't shrunk, if anything, he was already starting to harden back up. He never was the type to be one and done, as she had found out on more than one occasion. It probably helped he was getting to watch her clean his essence from her hand so casually.

“Well, Cassidy, what did you think?"

She rose a little bit off of his lap and grunted when she felt the knot tugging against her tight walls. It was unyielding, unwilling to escape the human's tightly gripping cunny. In truth, she knew the majority of it was on her. He had complained before she had a way of squeezing him that kept it as solid as a rock. It wasn't her fault, however. His climax was accompanied by jolts of electricity that forced her body to clench up.

“Did you enjoy your 'thank you'?"

The canine's silly grin was all the answer she needed. He was panting idly, his eyes pointing towards the ceiling. Every few seconds she would feel another squirt of his seed filling her, spreading the electric-tinged liquid along her walls. It made her whimper against her will, keeping her as tight as a vice around him. This was absolutely an acquired taste she had come to love from him.

“Oh yes...I won't lie. For how bad of an influence that beast is on you, he certainly gets you riled up. I didn't think you were going to stop."

“Heh, thanks, old man. Told ya she liked me." Bad Touch took the compliment, no matter how backhanded it was. “I have to admit, she sucks a lot harder when she's full up. Didn't think she could ride a dog as well as she could a bull."

Despite herself, Levi felt her face redden. The relentless teasing from both men got under her skin, if only a little. It was normally her that was giving it. To be caught in the crossfire by both wasn't normal for her.

“S-Shut up. You should both be thanking your lucky stars I even let you do this to me." She tried to hold back the shudder in her breath, especially when Cassidy just grinned so much larger at her. His hips had begun to rock slowly, forcing her to resume a mockery of the riding position she had taken earlier. “Two dirty, lazy beasts like you...you should, mmph, be thankful I don't just throw you out when I'm done with you."

“Oh, you hear that, old man?" Bad Touch asked. He stepped closer to the two of them. The bull reeked of raw sex, the odor almost a physical presence as he nudged his flared nostrils against Levi's neck. “She thinks we should be thankful."

“I heard her. Kind of hard to take her seriously when she's riding my knot, though." He chuckled and took a break from panting to stick his long, yellow tongue out at her.

She couldn't deny she had begun to match his movements. The combination of their sultry words and the electrical shocks kept her on edge.

“Keep talking like that, and I'm going to set your schedule back to every month." She snapped. This made the bull falter, and he simply rolled his shoulders in amusement.

Her facade of bravado crumbled when the boltund's powerful hips bucked upwards, really driving himself into her. It planted the last squirt of his seed right against her cervix, the tightly gripping ring muscle fighting to keep him out. She nearly fell over, catching herself at the last moment by planting her hands on his chest.

On shaking limbs, she grimaced at the sour scent of Cassidy's breath. He didn't let her rest but instead sat up slightly. His tongue ran across her own in the feral equivalent of a kiss, one that made her grimace soon after. Still, she couldn't be mad at him.

“Really, Levi...thank you for letting us do this." His grace under fire, as it were, was always impressive to her. She imagined it was a canine thing. As soon as they got their knots in their chosen mate, they always seemed to calm down. “I know I don't tell you that enough."

“Yeah, what he said." Bad Touch joined in quickly. Ever eloquent, his tails twitched as he tried to think of what to say. “It's...always a lot of fun. But do you think maybe we could...well, I want to breed you next."

Levi chuckled under her breath and shook her head. No matter what, some things never seemed to change.

“I wasn't going to leave you out, big guy…"

She shifted on Cassidy, using her hands to try and get some leverage on his chest. It made her groan and the boltund whimper in discomfort when she tried to pull his knot free of her, but there was no budging it. With a defeated sigh, she shot an apologetic glance at the tauros.

“Just...give me one second."

It took nearly half an hour for the canine's knot to shrink. After a period of time, she had moved to lay on his chest, savoring the dog pokemon's warm embrace. She knew it was driving Bad Touch crazy. The tauros had moved to impatient stamping, kicking up a small cloud of dust. He practically wore a rut into the dirt floor, his glance turned towards them every few moments.

Levi was never allowed to forget he was waiting for his turn. She also didn't lose sight of the pink, bovine shaft that was still hanging from his sheath. By now he had softened slightly, but five inches still hung low. The scent of sex in the air kept him riled up, ready to breed. It was a normal aspect of his species to be aggressive during rut.

The entire time, Levi busied herself by thinking just how...lucky she was. It wasn't something she used to think, but it had begun to occur more and more frequently. Usually, it was when she was in the grasp of Bad Touch or Cassidy, savoring the afterglow of a shared climax. She had her own ranch, two amazing lovers, and she got to teach new generations how to ride. At times like this, she forgot the plate in her arm entirely.

The first hint that Cassidy's knot was shrinking was when she felt a small trickle of hot seed rolling down her inner thigh. She lifted her head from his chest and glanced at their connected sexes to make sure. The bottom of the yellow bulb had become visible, spreading her cunny lips apart, right on the precipice of sliding out.

“Alright...Cass, if you wait till after we're done, I'd give you another round." She offered him, only to smile at the look of exhaustion on his face.

“No, no. I'm satisfied...you kids have fun, though. I'm...probably going to bed."

With that, Levi slowly began to pull off of him. It wasn't a very graceful movement. It made her shudder when his length tugged free of her to flop against his belly. The wet length of dog cock glistened under the shed's work lights, already beginning to shrink back into his sheath. Any other time she would have offered to clean it for him, but she had work to do.

Now that she was free, Levi was quick to move.

She felt Bad Touch's eyes on her as she rolled over onto her knees, and then slowly got to her feet. Her legs felt wobbly, the flow of canine seed running down her inner thighs increasing when she bent down to pick up the discarded tube. This she rushed over to her minifridge; it had to be kept cool until she could separate it out later. That was definitely a task for tomorrow.

She wondered if Bad Touch ever felt the desire to know where his genetic material ended up. He never did seem too worried about it.

“So, us next."

The presence of the bull behind her was almost intimidating. His hot breath billowed across her bare ass. His snorts sounded even louder, more intimidating from proximity.

“Want to do it on the bench, or just bend over your desk for me? I don't care, either sounds great."

“Actually," Levi stated, fighting off the goosebumps that had begun to form on her arms, “I was thinking we could try something new."

Making the tauros wait a bit longer was clearly agony on him. He was curious about the mixture of ropes she brought over to him. Both men had noticed the conglomeration of straps and harnesses resting on her work bench, but they had thought nothing of it. Now, Bad Touch shifted uncertainly under her hands while she fitted it onto him.

His questions were met with whispered hushes, the look of focus on Levi's face reflecting her concentration. Even Cassidy - fighting off his exhaustion - watched from his resting place near the generator.

It proved to be a large harness that wrapped under the bulk of his belly, much like the bull rope had from his rodeo days. The difference was that instead of a bell, there appeared to be a hammock-like stretch of ropes under the bottom. He was still at a loss as to what it was meant to be since he was unable to see it from his position. The bull shifted, trying to catch a glance of it. Even though it made Levi's work more difficult, she couldn't deny her own building anticipation.

She had been thinking of something like this for a while. It had been little more than an idle fantasy, one she didn't think would ever work. Then, she had come across a rather sordid site when exploring the internet one night. It had been a moment of weakness when she wondered if there were other people out there like her that prefer the company of a pokemon to a human. She had discovered that there were, and they had some rather intricate methods of having fun.

They had called it belly riding, and she had been desperate to try it out.

Even with the plans, it had taken her months to make sure everything was properly tied together. There was no give, no sense of looseness in any of her knots. She had tied and retied them, making sure they were perfect.

Her work spoke for itself, and even Cassidy whistled in appreciation at the sight of it.

“Levi...I swear, you never cease to impress me." Bad Touch was breathless, stomping his hoof against the ground hard enough she could feel it. His erection had jutted back out a few more inches, begging to be touched, to be wrapped in a tight embrace.

Levi wasn't going to make him wait any longer. The whole night had led up to this moment. With Cassidy's load lubing her up she wasn't at all worried about what was going to come next.

“Now listen," she stated, “we're going to take it slow at first...let me get used to it."

Shifting under the barrel of his chest was nervewracking. The ropes went taut when she laid her form across it. It was a bit difficult to position while he was erect, his fat tip slapping against her wet pubic mound, trying desperately to find purchase. Two handles hanging from his sides gave her something to grasp, as well as preventing her from slipping off of him. Her head was elevated in this position, kept far away from his front hooves.

The very first time she had thought to try this, she had asked herself an important question. It was one she knew the answer to, but still demanded she faces it. After six years, could she trust him? Putting herself in a position like this was leaving so much up to chance. He could trip, crush her, kick her by accident; a million and one things could go wrong.

That was why she wanted to do it. It harkened back to her glory days. Already she felt that swell in her chest, the phantom shouts of a packed audience echoing in her ears. After six years, she was finally riding a bull again.

“C-Cassidy, please get the door."

She shifted, the heat radiating off of Bad Touch almost overwhelming. A layer of sweat had formed on his body, already dripping onto her bare skin. She didn't look to make sure the boltund was fulfilling her request. Her gaze was locked on the pink shaft between her legs, already starting to harden.

The realization hit her right away that if he got too big, he wouldn't be able to penetrate her properly. With one hand, she grasped his erection and pulled it back, directing the tip to her wet entrance.

“Levi...I love you for this."

“I love you too, big boy."

The creak of the door opening signaled he could start. Just like the bucking chute had, it told him he could go. His hips bunched up and he took a short, experimental trot forward, the movement causing him to thrust forward.

Levi gasped and dug her fingernails into the chord of rope. One moment she had been empty, and now she had at least six inches of bull cock buried in her. There was no hesitation, no median that let her adjust. There was also no relief.

Sensing just what he was pushing into as well as how hot and slick it was, he couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to. He began to trot faster, carrying her from the confined shed into the cool, night air.

It was disorienting viewing everything from her upside down position. She was clinging to him, stomach tight from anticipation. The thundering of his hooves was so close, the rush of air that surrounded her actually making her thankful for the warmth of his body.

At that point, she was glad she was the only human on the farm. If any of her pokemon saw her like this, she wouldn't have cared.

Bad Touch was only moving at a brisk pace, but he didn't need to do more than that. The ropes swung her with his momentum, driving her forward and then right back onto his hard prick. It glided along her walls effortlessly, barely spreading her after Cassidy's knot had laid claim to her. There was definitely something he had the canine didn't, though.

As he grew in her, she felt that familiar pressure against her cervix. It made her teeth grit together, and she groaned in a mixture of pleasure and exertion. Countless times having him enter the deepest depths of her femininity practically left her trained to take him. Her body put up an ineffectual defense to keep him out but with a loud snort he drove a few inches straight into her womb.

Warm fur embraced her when she arched herself against him, holding back her scream of pleasure. Everything was happening so fast. There was no sense of reality. It brought back memories, that rush of adrenaline that left a giddy smile on her face.

With half a mind she could tell he had made it to the edge of the Southern pasture. They passed the post mounts they had driven into the earth, silent sentinels to their midnight ride. It was large, open ground, plenty of flat space that gave him ample room to room unhindered.

The tauros had fallen silent. His breathing was heavy and labored. Years of passive complacency challenged so suddenly his body was being forced to remember the old him. They both were being forced to revisit that past version of themselves.

Age had changed them in certain ways but it hadn't taken away the joy they felt from doing this. It was more than sex, more than a feeling of satisfaction. It was a need, a need they had both forced so deep down they had forgotten how it felt to give in.

The tauros was already fully erect, the thick base spreading her cunny lips open. His fuzzy sheath was teasing her clit, tickling it with every movement. His heavy, low-hanging balls smacked loudly against her ass with every moment, drawing heat to her face. Levi was certain she was going to lose her mind by the end of this.

This wasn't like the times she had ridden the bull. Trying to wrestle control from the large pokemon was nothing compared to giving it freely to them. She didn't feel weak or powerless, even though having her body bared out to him should have left her feeling this way. Rather, she felt strong, knowing she had been the one to willingly give herself over to him.

Of course, this dance was unperformable without a partner. Everything she gave to him, he gave it right back. It placed them on equal footing, left them little more than two creatures that desperately needed each other in that instance.

It left her turned on more than she thought she could ever be. Her nipples ground against his coarse fur, eliciting moans from her that echoed across the empty pasture. No one was there to see them, no one was there to disturb their dance.

Bad Touch's hips rocked like a machine, steady and repeating the same motion over and over again. There was no hesitation, no single sign that he was stopping. Even when his balls jumped and his cock began to pulse deep within her, he kept thrusting.

His seed jetted straight into her womb, coating her walls with thick liquid. With her cervix trapping him, there was nowhere for it to go but to pool. The tauros wasn't stopping. His balls shuddered each time he unloaded in her but he was beginning to run faster.

She wished she could see how he must have looked at that moment. From her position under him, she believed he looked just like he had all those years ago. Strong, confident, determined. Her body was wracked by another orgasm that tore through her, rendering her a shuddering, trembling mess.

Still, he kept running.

Her mind went blank, the pressure on her womb noticeable at this point. His climax had ended but he remained as hard as a rock. He was snorting heavily, a thick, white foam gathering on the corners of his lips. Instincts took over, the urge to run and fuck combining into one grand emotion that drove the tauros to the point of exhaustion.

Time became nonexistent to her. She held him and he kept her safe from harm while giving her what she so badly wanted. The chance to join with her mount in the most primal, animalistic ways.

His hoofs beat a thundering pulse on the ground, sending images of a great stampede running through her head. She couldn't believe any one creature could be so loud, so commanding. It left her in awe of him, watering at the mouth and gazing open-eyed at him.

She could feel her body slickened with his sweat. At this point, her entire body was coated in it. It afforded her such a tantalizing feeling when she ground against his coarse fur, her entire body being brushed against him. His entire form was a miasma of sexual desire, a thick cloud hanging over him that engulfed the normally strong-willed human.

Bad Touch tore down the pasture, faster than he had before. This was it, the bull she remembered. The speed, the ferocity. It was him, it was undeniably him. She thought her pelvis was going to be shattered by his incessant thrusting. He had so much strength to give her. His long length slipped in and out of her womb with every step he took.

His bellow of victory sounded when he reached the far end of the pasture, laying claim over her, and announcing the return of a true champion bull.

Levi swore she could feel her stomach beginning to bulge outwards when he came again. His hoofbeats became less organized, disarray slowing his actions. His breathing was labored and unsteady with his entire body shaking much like hers was. The entire time the ocean of his seed roiled in her, disturbed by the copious amounts he was adding to it. His human partner didn't sense any of this. She was stricken by a jolt of pleasure so strong that stars flashed before her eyes while darkness encroached on the edge of her vision.

She hadn't even realized he had slowed to a stop. He was content to hold himself in the middle of the pasture, securing his essence deep in his chosen female.

With a loud, heavy grunt, his manhood began to retract. It was slow going, especially when he began to move again. There was no sense of urgency to his movements anymore, just steady, tired steps.

Her labored breathing joined his own in a chorus of fulfillment. Neither could bring themselves to say anything, and Levi thought this was appropriate. There was nothing she could say to thank him for what he had just done to her.

The realization they were back on the ranch, and then walking through the shed doors seemed like little more than a dream. In her mind, she was still riding him, being fucked within an inch of her life by an aggressive bull.

“Woowhee! That was something else, I'll give that to you!"

Cassidy had appeared at their side, the boltund looking more alert than she remembered seeing him since he came to the ranch. His tail was wagging a mile a minute while his ears perked forward at attention.

“Seeing him run like that...Arceus, I wish I could take you like that! I'm going to have to step up my game if I want to compete with that!"

He raised an eyebrow when neither bothered responding to him. It seemed to hit him that they needed this moment, and he smiled in amusement.

“I think you kids have some talking to do. The old man won't interrupt you. Get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning."

As quickly as he arrived, he disappeared from their side, leaving the sound of their deep breathing the only thing they could hear. It felt like she had been running that whole time herself, her sense of equilibrium shattered from her time hanging from him. As it was, she had to practically drag herself free of the harness. On two legs she stumbled, her body refusing to cooperate with her commands.

Levi would have fallen if Bad Touch hadn't dipped his head, catching her effortlessly with his bulky body.

“Careful...there's my girl…"

Her hands gripped the tauros' mane, clinging to him with all the strength she would have his bullrope. Their eyes met, that silent, knowing glance they shared speaking volumes to both of them. Levi allowed herself to smile, her face burning red.

Levi had forgiven him a long time ago. It was a silent understanding she was sure he knew by now. To drag it back into the light seemed gauche. She never had been good with her emotions. Her therapist had made sure she understood that about herself.

“So…I'm your girl, now?"

“I swear, don't you ruin this now…" He chuckled. Slowly, he began to guide her towards a bed of hay in the corner. “Just...let me imagine it. At least for the night."

He lowered himself slowly onto his side, allowing Levi to lay against him. She embraced him almost instantly, pressing her face into his neck and savoring his closeness to her. Affection had never hit her this hard or this demanding before. She knew she should have unhooked him and tried to get back to the house. They would have an early morning, after all, the ranch didn't run itself.

Still, she couldn't tear herself away from him.

“Hey, big boy…" She whispered, turning her face to the side so she could look into his deep, brown eyes. “I think...I'm okay with being your girl. As long as...as long as you share me with Cassidy."

The mirthful expression that danced across his face made her heart flutter. He leaned down, bumping his nose gently against her cheek. The action was surprisingly romantic, such a soft touch that she never would have expected the bull capable of producing.

“Levi...I love being your bull. I...I hope we can ride again soon. I missed that so much."

She smiled knowingly. She hadn't told him, but that batch in the fridge was very special. If she was right, it would have been enough to pay off the last bit of the loan she had taken from her parents. Her father certainly hadn't raised a quitter, after all. It had already left her wondering just how she would reward Bad Touch for getting her to this point.

She was certain he wouldn't have to worry about swollen balls by the time she was through with him.

Of course, that little secret would remain hidden, at least until she was certain of her success. For now, she was content to wrap her arms around his neck and plant a kiss softly on the bridge of his muzzle.

“We will, big guy. I promise we're going to ride again really soon…"

As she fell asleep, she realized she hadn't felt the ache in her arm all night. At that moment, she was that nineteen-year-old girl again, albeit one that was much happier than she ever thought she could be.