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On the farms of Akala Island in Alola, rumors started circulating among farmers and farmhands about loud noises coming from the Mudsdale barns at midnight. Apparently, farmers would open the barn doors in the morning only to be hit with a strong, foul smell; a mix of sweat, thick horse musk, and something female beneath all the testosterone. Besides being constantly exhausted, the Pokémon’s condition left farmers behind on their schedules, and they grew unruly, dragging dirt through the fields and stopping halfway through tilling. Farmers couldn’t believe what they were hearing—until it happened to their own Pokémon. One farm owner scoffed at the supposed ‘laziness’ spreading among other farms, only to wake up one morning and find his Mudsdale lying on the ground, with swirling eyes as if knocked out, and thick, gooey ropes of semen spilled all over the ground. He had never seen Pokémon so sweaty before, and the heavy, heady musk made his face twist into an uncomfortable grimace as he coughed and covered his nose before running out of his barn and calling the other farmers.
The resulting question was: what happened? Evidence pointed to one possible answer, and farmhands were tasked with listing any local girls they thought might secretly need donkey dick. Some girls came to mind—Olivia was mentioned far too often, with one list simply writing Olivia (Please!!!)—but the popular belief was that some teenage girls were getting too adventurous with their sexuality. Little to say, finding them in the act and threatening to call their parents would be enough to put an end to this.
Realizing his hires were useless, the farm owner fought the image that lingered in the back of his mind and waited every day until midnight for any sign the troublemakers had arrived. Calls kept coming in, all reporting the same thing: barns being broken into, left in a haze of sex and sweat. On the fourth night, just as he was starting to doze off, he heard the creak of the barn door opening and the heavy steps of one or more things creeping inside. He jerked out of his chair, gripped the Poké Ball on his belt, and slowly left his house, walking along the side of the barn. Noises came from behind the wall:
Schluck~! Shlup, shlup! Schluuuurrpp~!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Both were stomach-turning and guttural, like the spreading of bowels. He instinctively clutched his stomach. Amidst the whinnies and snorts from his Mudsdale were two voices, one like a canine growl and the other... stridulating? He didn’t understand what was happening inside, but he knew those girls needed to stop this immediately. Light peeked through the slightly open door. He gathered his courage and kicked it open, saying, “Okay, girls—!”
It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. It wasn’t girls, but Pokémon, who had invaded the barn. A female Lucario squatted ass-to-grass before the donut-shaped rim of a Mudsdale’s sphincter, her ears raised, tail wagging, and blue-furred bubble butt clapping as she pushed her snout deep against his taint. The farm owner stared in horror as the Lucario let out a long, wet suck, her tongue disappearing inside that puckered hole and her throat bobbing as she gulped. She had her paws on his balls, rolling across the leathery equine flesh with finger-digging gropes, prodding for the slop churning inside. The Mudsdale whinnied and tried to move, but her hold, despite her hands being a tenth the size of those mud-encrusted hangers, kept him from escaping.
The splaying of long white legs stole his attention. Sitting on his haunches, his second Mudsdale was bashing a Pheromosa into a balls-deep mating press. His nuts slapped against an ass that was somehow even bigger than the prized alpha’s balls, and her head peeked out from beneath his body, letting out an excited clicking that drowned out the Mudsdale’s panting. Her stomach, as thin as her limbs, was stretched to what had to be its limits, squeezing like a size-too-small condom over the muscular tube stretching her guts. He couldn’t ignore those flailing legs, her tree trunk thighs, and big calves leading to the yellow platform heels that were her feet.
Their sex was so loud that the farmer had gone unheard. Neither Poké-bimbo showed any sign of stopping. The first Mudsdale whined as the Lucario shoved more and more of her snout up his ass, and the second neighed loudly before coming to a bucking stop against the Pheromosa’s. His balls clenched; the farmer shuddered as his horse hosed her innards, violently splattering the back of her womb with the roaring of a Waterfall. Great ropes blasted out from that well-stretched but full hole, splattering so far as the farmer’s boots. The Mudsdale snorted and thrust again, clittering noises retching from the Pheromosa’s throat as she stretched her legs straight and rolled her head back, her long, yellow tongue shooting out from her mouth. The Lucario glanced at her, snarled, and was about to do something even more heinous when the farmer finally took a step forward and raised the Poké Ball in his trembling hand.
“That’s it, you horny skanks! Leave my Mudsdales alone!”
The Lucario looked back in shock. She growled, and before he could throw the Poké Ball, gray energy glowed from her fist as she ran at him, her Bullet Punch twisting into his stomach. The farmer flew out the doors, spreading them wide with his outstretched arms, and fainted midair.
Gardevoir blew on her bangs in frustration, “Can you believe it? Those humans started locking up the barns and boarding their windows!”
The shiny Pokémon rested in a forest clearing, basking in the sunlight while a Machoke's strong hands rubbed Cutiefly-made lotion into her creamy white curves. He knelt, his sizeable bulge (she supposed) pressing against her leg as he massaged and squeezed her butt, then spanked it. She glared back at him, her cold eyes making him shiver, and he quickly moved to her legs, though his eyes stayed fixed on her wobbly, marshmallowy cheeks. Gardevoir sighed and rested her chin on her breasts, so large and full of milk that they nearly hid the horn protruding from her chest. She looked at the floating Rotom phone before her. Pheromosa was half-listening, half-in frame, with a Machop’s hips on one side and her throat, now bulging with his thrusts, on the other.
“Mmmph,” Pheromosa said, her grunts casual despite the pounding the pre-evo was giving her. Despite how long and stick-thin her neck was, it sure could take cock, bulging as obscenely as her stomach would when getting plowed. The queen-sized porn doll sat with her attitude completely on display: prissy boredom and indifference in her semicircular eyes. She fluttered her glittery black eyelashes as two claws on her right hand plunged into the Machop’s ass, pounding at his prostate as if to say, ‘Hurry it up.’ He grunted, and her boredom only worsened, forcing the Pokémon out of her throat. His thick, lengthy penis slowly withdrew, dropping limp in defeat from her open mouth. Pheromosa quickly wrapped up and sucked back in the numerous saliva bridges that spilled out with their parting. “Disgusting,” she spat, then cast him away. “These little losers are all pathetic; how could I ever accept a cock that gets lost in my throat when those grand equine meat logs would leave bruises on the bottom of my stomach? What drivel were you rotting your brain with to even consider proposing this?”
Her chiding was aimed at Lucario, who was also on the call. Her camera pulled back, showing the full brunt of her figure; her wasp’s waist was packed with tight muscle, all outlined under her cream-colored fur. A black line separated the jutting curves of her hips, bearing the blockiness of a bitch who was as focused on fighting as she was squatting on cocks—which she was now, dropping her hips onto the pair of hung Riolu she had lying beneath her. Her breasts bounced as the cocks jammed into her ass and pussy. “Come on, I’m at least trying to find alternatives. PokéWhores just released a whole half-hour video about the barn fiasco. ‘Small but hung’s the new wave,’ they said. Look!”
Her feed changed to the video she was watching before their call, showing an Umbreon with yellow eyeshadow and glittery Espeon vacuum-sucking the cock and balls of a little Riolu. He lay on his back, groaning as the hungry sluts opened their mouths jaw-creakingly wide, the Umbreon drooling over his shaft while the Espeon stuffed her cheeks with his left nut. The Riolu in the video whined and kicked his legs, the gurgling of sperm coursing through the Umbreon’s stomach before strands spilled onto Espeon’s tongue. Lucario started flicking her tongue out. “See? That Riolu’s hauling around a whole ass Arbok in his blue-furred drawers! They showed it swaying when he was waddling to a bush. That thang can do some real fucking damage to a Pokéslut’s guts!”
“Shut it,” Pheromosa sighed. “That’s the longest dick I’ve seen on Pokémon that small, and it’s nothing compared to those godly donkey rods and the breeding paste they dump in the mud. Ahh, those melon-sized seedbeds hanging off their ultra-thick breed tubes, refilling with fresh loads by the gallon, all roided up on wobbling Poké-butts...”
They hated to admit it, but Pheromosa was right. Lucario went half-lidded and growled. “A good dick comes with a nasty ass, and fuck, do they reek! Nothing beats those stretchy, muddy ovens. I wanna curl my tongue in their bowels and just scrape the walls.” A shudder shook her frame, and the two Riolu came, slowly swelling her stomach. “Nn, thanks for the protein, boys~!”
“Easy slut,” Pheromosa said. “Next thing you’ll tell me is that you’re squatting on these pin dicks ‘for experience points.’ How worthless, the lot of you.”
“Wha—! Say that again!” Lucario said, blurring as she shook the Rotom phone. “Alright, then, what’s your plan, little miss perfect?”
“This is why I shouldn’t let you stuff your snout in my clique,” Pheromosa said. “It’s simple: we go bigger.”
“Huh?” Gardevoir and Lucario said simultaneously.
“If a Mudsdale’s dick is like, two feet tops, then we go for three.”
“Uh, sorry?” Lucario scoffed. The Riolus had shoved their snouts into her cleavage while she wrangled their cocks for any extra sperm. “We’re having this problem because we can’t find any better dick! Don’t you get it? We’re all so stupid and slutty that we totally ignored the fat schlongs these pre-evolutions are packing! They’re not all the same length—just look at that bull in the PokéWhores video! Who knows what we’ll find? Akala Island’s crawling with cocks!”
“Fine, then. I’ll bite. But nothing less than three feet. I deserve the best,” Pheromosa said, running one claw along the other. “Especially since you’re the one at fault for—”
Pheromosa cut herself off, and Lucario looked away. The Machoke had just finished applying lotion to Gardevoir, so she shot a Psybeam at him, knocking him into the foliage. “Thanks for ignoring what I was saying,” Gardevoir said. “Fuck, where’s Oranguru when you need him? I so need a drink...” She rested her chin on her tits and blinked. “What did you just say?” Sweat began to drip down her friends’ faces. Gardevoir scowled. “No. Fucking. Way.”
“It’s her fault, too!” Lucario cried. “That bug bitch must’ve been holding a Cock Plate to her brain, because she crawled her fat ass under a Mudsdale and got to breeding before I even closed the door! You could hear her guts getting smashed through the whole goddamn farm! It made the other Mudsdale wake up, and he flicked his tail, and, shit, well...” she blushed hard. “His fumes are still stuck to the back of my snout!”
“Do you know how many sluts you two dried up with that stunt!?” Gardevoir cried. “We had schedules, dates, times—all planned! Everything’s ruined because some broads couldn’t keep their paws and claws off the farm studs!”
“Fuck!” Lucario shot up and kicked the Riolus aside, clearly unable to give her the cum she needed. “Fine, fine! I’m sorry, okay? You apologize too, Pheromosa!”
“Why? I did nothing wrong,” Pheromosa said casually. Lucario’s Rotom phone shot back to dodge her fist.
Gardevoir hissed. “Then at least try your plan! Three feet. Fucking hell—like that’ll happen.” She got up and stretched. The paleness of her skin broke only with her blue hair, arms, and legs, the latter two covered in skin that looked like blue elbow gloves and stockings. Her tight, sculpted figure, densely packed with curves, still flaunted an utterly excessive amount of breasts and ass. When living as a cock-sucking slut funneling sperm for XP, your body would show your EVs, even if you weren’t as excessive about training as Lucario. “Join me here, then. No way am I swaying this ass over to anyone as stupid as you two.” She crossed her arms and propped up her tits. “And exactly how will we follow your plan, Pheromosa?”
“By presenting my curves and attracting the biggest cocks in Akala,” the Pheromosa said, her chin in the air.
“Arceus,” she groaned. “Lucario, think of something. I’m seeing Lurantis for a manicure. Nothing can be stupider than—”
“—This!”
WAP. WAP. WAP.
Three pairs of wobble domes collided at the heart of Akala Island’s largest forest. Lucario squatted in the center, her knees bent inward as her thick, rounded rump bounced, spreading out and exposing her puffy black anus. To her left was Gardevoir, her wide hips not losing any of their bounce in her squat, jutting back so far it looked like her back might snap. Her curves had a softness lacking in her compact canine friend, her smooth skin glossy with the sweat trickling down her rear. Then, with a deliberate stomp of her heel on Lucario’s back, was Pheromosa’s shimmering wobble wagon, Wailord-sized and uncontrollable. Ripples radiated from the center of her cheeks down to the bottoms of her thighs. This bug-thot had evolved to make even her shell feel soft and rubbery, providing one incredible cushion for whatever had the guts and size to get into those yellow holes, one a thin line down an otherwise plump white pussy, and the other as thick and plump as Lucario’s.
Gardevoir seethed amidst her twerking. “This is so humiliating!” she said. Her ass was so massive that she needed to lift her leg just to spank her own cheek, yet she did it anyway. Lucario snorted.
“It’s a mating call, you dumbass. What better way to get dicks to flex than showing them how desperate we are? And with how thick our pheromones are, anyone who isn’t big enough will steer clear, so we can save all the real fucking for the big boys.”
“Please. With your standards, you’ll probably start drooling when you see a footlong,” Gardevoir said.
“Hey!”
Pheromona made sure her hair wasn’t in the way of her backside, then ran her claws over her tiara and up her antennae. “You both need to stop thinking so small,” she said, her cheeks clapping hard. “Though perhaps you should stick to the lower tiers. Any Uber-sized breeders are coming for me, and me only.”
“Hah? What are you on about, you slut?” Lucario grunted. She’d gotten tired of spanking her ass, so she’d taken to groping and squeezing it, making the flesh bulge between her fingers.
“Isn’t it obvious? I have the highest base stats,” she said. Lucario glared at her, but Pheromosa kept going. “Speed and power combined; how can any male resist such perfect sweeper stat lines?”
“You crumble the second a dick starts whacking your womb,” Gardevoir said. “At least I have enough defense to back this ass up, unlike you two.”
“Say that again!” Lucario yelled as she and Gardevoir started pushing at each other’s heads, and loud, sensual CLOPS echoed as their hips collided. Pheromosa rolled her eyes and released her Bug Buzz, deep vibrations rippling across her backside. Their pussies all began to leak sweet nectar—though Pheromosa’s was the sweetest—which only heightened their horny smell.
“Why hasn’t anyone come for us!?” Gardevoir said through clenched teeth.
“Everyone in this forest knows what we’re about!” Lucario said. “Especially you! At least Pheromosa just ignores pin dicks—you go out of your way to attack them!”
“B-Because I can’t stand shrimp dicked shitters thinking they have what it takes to hump and fuck me! You never had to feel their emotions—Eugh, yuck! Their confidence is soooo fucking gross!”
“Hah! You sound like Pheromosa. Skank.”
“What!?”
Just as the sluts went in for round two, Gardevoir’s eyes and Lucario’s ears suddenly perked, and they looked behind them; the long grass was rustling. “Someone’s coming! M-My idea worked?” Lucario said.
Gardevoir fluttered her lashes. “Ooooh, fuck,” her lips pursed. “If they’re coming from the tall grass, that means they’re especially hung. Just how big are we talking, here~?”
“After this ass-quaking? That dick’s gonna bend against the ground,” Lucario cooed, wiping the saliva from her lips. “Nn, I’m salivating…”
Pheromosa didn’t say anything, and slowly lolled her tongue—long and yellow, its tip nearly reaching the bottom of her neck.
“Remember the plan, girls,” Lucario said, shaking as she crouched low with her ass raised high and her hands cupping her cheeks. “We gotta make sure he’s absolutely packing. Make your lewdest fuck-me faces!”
The girls moved closer together until they squeezed in, getting a few extra claps in. Their hearts raced as the grass parted, and… out popped a Ralts's head, looking confused and nervous, trembling as he stared at them. He was slender and handsome, with just enough chisel to his chest and a mop of straight green hair covering his eyes, but…
“...”
The three girls blinked, looked at each other, then at the Ralts, and then at each other again. “U-Um—” Ralts began, but the clapping of angry rears drowned him out.
“I can’t believe this,” Gardevoir sneered. “Really? A Ralts?”
“Even mean to your own kind,” Lucario muttered.
“Takes one to know one. Besides, a pale female is beautiful, but a pale male just looks sickly,” Gardevoir said.
“What a waste of flaunting,” Pheromosa groaned.
Ralts shivered. “I-I heard you girls calling! I can be really big when I get hard, so…” he summoned his courage, “won’t you please be my personal sluts!?“
“No,” the girls said in firm, flat unison. Ralts yelped as they approached him, their hands on their hips, dwarfing him in the shadows of three pairs of watermelons. Yellow, blue, and fur-covered areolae, all with button-thick nipples. His head didn’t even reach their waists. He got an eyeful of those curvy hips, mountainous underboob, and plump pussies, their tall bimbo bodies looming like Goddesses over his puny being. Lucario shook her paw dismissively.
“You really think you have what it takes to fuck these pussies? Sorry, but I know a stud when I see one, and I don’t need a single look at your crotch to know you’re lacking where it counts. Go on, run home to your mom before she gets worried.”
Ralts shivered. “But... but…! You’re so pretty, and...”
“How revolting,” Gardevoir’s eye twitched. “Are all the men of my species this Timid? Maybe if I squeeze him hard enough with my Psychic, I can twist those thoughts straight...” She lifted a hand, making him squeal in fear.
Pheromosa scoffed. “A male not a twentieth the size of a Mudsdale thinks he can ground me with his cock? This is why I hate viral trends. I’d much rather be a setter than a follower. Come, sluts—let us depart before this disgusting male’s existence ruins the perfect, sweaty sheen of my shell. Ugh! And to think that my body is perfectly prepped to be mounted after that mating call.”
“Shit, I’m horny, too,” Lucario said, and lodged two fingers deep in her pussy. She didn’t even care that she was masturbating right in front of Ralts.
“M-Ms. Lucario, if you’re as horny as me, then could you please be my personal slut—”
Lucario glared. “What the fuck are you doing talking to me, bitch? Your personal slut? Unless you can dump a whole fucking litter in this womb, then shut it. Arrgh, I wanna get stretched already!”
“We’ll try again elsewhere,” Pheromosa said, already walking away.
“Fine. My bad,” Lucario said, following her. “Really, though—nobody claps curves as hard as we do. Did we seriously steer off every cock in this forest except one? We’re gonna have to hop islands at this rate. Oh, Mudsdale...”
Gardevoir thought to leave as well and began to turn, but while Pheromosa was chiding Lucario, a thin, nervous twinge, caught so faintly in her senses, made her look back at the little Ralts. He was still standing there in the grass. The other two soon disappeared, and she found herself alone with him. Maybe it was because they shared the same evolutionary line, but she couldn’t find it in herself to leave Ralts in shambles—though her first thought when seeing the snot leaking from his nose was ‘Ugh, that’s disgusting.’ She reached her hand out, hesitated, and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Understand that,” she began, looking away from him, “even if you’re cute when Timid, cock-hungry sluts need Adamant and Jolly breeders doped up on over two dozen Protein. You may think you’re hung, but trust me, Little Cup won’t cut it.”
“But you didn’t even give me a chance!” Ralts whined.
“There’s no chance to be had,” Gardevoir said firmly. Any more insistence, and Gardevoir would have made him learn the hard way, but her senses picked up on something else stirring in him, and she took the bait. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Why won’t you step out from the grass?”
“You’re all so pretty that I started second-guessing myself, and, well, my friends make fun of me because of my size. I just thought that you could help me!”
Gardevoir raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’re short even for a Ralts. What of it?”
“That’s not what I meant!” Ralts said. He took a deep breath and stepped—sloshed forward. Gardevoir tensed up; a long, thick coil of penile Poké-meat bounced in Ralts’ flared leg pants. That bulge was, in bimbo terms, fucking ridiculous—even a Musdale might not be able to coil their tube that many times! The blush returned to his face. “D-Does it look weird?” Ralts said, gripping his pants.
“Ohhhh~”
A lewd noise crept up Gardevoir’s throat. It was soooooo fucking loooong~! The contorted sphere it formed in his pants was so fat and juicy in ways that couldn’t be natural, yet her pussy wouldn’t stop squeezing. Even if he was totally lying and had shoved a whole Steelix in his pants, she was so horny that she just had to know what was inside. She recalled what Lucario had said, about how pre-evolved Pokémon were “not all the same length.” Her nipples Hardened.
“M-Ms. Gardevoir?” Ralts said.
“Ahem,” she coughed. Her cleavage swayed. “You’ve... piqued my curiosity.” She fluttered her lashes at him; perhaps she Synchronized this Ralts’ Infatuation. “But I’ll have you know that these soft bimbo lips won’t just hook onto any Super Rod; I need to see more.”
Gardevoir put her hands out, and Ralts yelped as he began floating in the air. Her arms trembled from how heavy he was, but with a wince and giddy smile, she quickly brought him to a tree stump, where she laid him on his back. His bulge wobbled as she kneeled before him. “Hey, Gardevoir~? You here? We’re leaving!” The clapping of two Poké-bimbos rang through the forest, and the canine and bug came upon Gardevoir, her ass plump on the ground as she sat close to the laid-out Ralts. Lucario craned her neck. “What are you—Oh, fuck.”
Gardevoir ran her hands down that fat fucking bulge. “What’s wrong?” she smirked. “Get over here, sluts! Something wants to flop out and greet us!”
Lucario quickly came over and sat beside her, nipples perked and already huffing at the air, while Pheromosa looked on, her head tilted. “You’re kidding. Don’t tell me you’re satisfied with that.”
“Ohh, his bulge is heaving,” Lucario said, starry-eyed. Her tail wagged so happily that it kept smacking their asses.
“Is that right? I thought you were too good for this guy,” Gardevoir teased.
“Bitch. Not like you thought any different,” Lucario sneered. She cooed needily at the little Ralts, who was just as surprised as Gardevoir was smug. “Sorry, Ralts~! I should’ve listened to my own advice earlier. But really! What were you thinking, hiding this fucking telephone pole from us!? If you’d come to me first, I’d—” her boobs bounced as she put her hand behind her head. “Nngh, sorry! Me and my dumb whore mouth, talking when I should be sucking! Come on, Pheromosa! I’m just dying to get a sniff.”
“Please. He clearly put a couple Iron Balls down there. I refuse to believe that someone that small and feeble could host anything remotely close to those delicious donkey logs. I’m leaving. Sit there and be disappointed—”
Guuuuuurrgle…
“Uuu, they’re all staring at me...!” Ralts whined, covering his face in embarrassment. Suddenly, he grunted, and with a curl of his hips, his balls tightened, their outline visible through his pants. A damp spot spread across his bulge. The smell escaped, and the heavy heat of arousal finally surfaced, dampening Lucario’s fur with its stifling stench. Lucario pressed her hands over her thighs, licking her lips as a faint growl caught in her throat. Gardevoir bit her lip, not just from the sight but from the rush of emotions pouring through Ralts. Fear, shame, embarrassment—yet also a fierce twinge of arousal. Her disgust for this boy turned to promise.
A third ass glomped on the ground beside them. Pheromosa avoided their frowns as she prodded his sack with her claws. “Lacks the leathery roughness I desire, but I suppose they’re worth a glance.”
“You don’t need to tell me,” Gardevoir said. Lucario and Pheromosa leaned in beside her, one lost in awe and the other’s interest piqued. Gardevoir hooked her fingers over the hem of his pants and yanked them down. They didn’t know what hit them first—the stench or the cock. A thick white slab sprang from their toasty-warm confines and smacked their faces. None of them understood what had just happened; a great weight settled over their noses and mouths, and an unwashed stink flooded their senses, leaving them momentarily frozen.
It was Lucario who moved first, her nose the most sensitive. She leaned back, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, with a long string of drool connecting her lips and tongue to his dick. Pheromosa was next, and as soon as she could breathe, she let out the longest, deepest sigh Gardevoir had ever heard from her. Gardevoir was last, the weight now hers to bear alone. Its musk stabbed at her brain with a mere inhale—and she fell back, seeing the cock in its entirety: swollen, with thick, plump skin, and pretty if not for the maze of winding, bulging veins, ending in a flawless pink glans. It was so big that only her tits and maybe her holes could wrap around it. She’d been around her fair share of equine breed logs, but this teensy little shrimpling of a Pokémon bore a fuck pillar that could only leave her, and apparently two other sluts, with one wide-eyed, tongue-lolling reaction:
“DAMN!!!”
Utter disbelief washed over them, and Gardevoir couldn’t help but let out a desperate moan, one that she didn’t realize had come out of her mouth until it was over. Her friends hadn’t even spared a glance at her. His rotten fucking reek mired their noses, pestering an orgasm out of that stupid dog, but most of his breed-scent surrounded the member, taking the form of the three clouds that circled just under his glans. It was as if his cock was so huge that it had its own gravitational rotation—and their brains were careening into it like meteors. Lucario was the first to break out into a horny fit:
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! It’s huge! How big is that!? I-I’m too horny to count! Three feet? Four? Four fucking feet!? No way!” She humped at the air, her ass clapping and her tongue lashing at her snout. “The muuuuuusk! So good, so good, so good!”
“This little tempter twink,” Pheromosa moaned, gritting her teeth as she ran her claws up her thighs and pressed her mound. “A one-foot half-pint with a four-foot megacock! And so thick. The only way to hold that is like a fisherman with their prized catch; we’ve lured an Alpha with our claps.”
The sight was so obscene and impressive, but Gardevoir could feel into its very veins; the anger of a prime alpha cock that lurched and spat its fumes at anything with a pussy. This cock was minmaxed for beating Pokésluts into babymaking submission. And that energy churned from a source down below—neither whore had yet to mewl over the size of this little man’s breedsack, both balls as fat and taut as boulders, though no amount of Strength could ever hope to prod the soft skin that covered them. Sticky lava boiled within, every drop so thick that she could feel each individual swimmer’s excitement over the females groveling at their progenitor’s feet.
But what about the boy beneath it all? His emotions were a mess; overwhelmed by the intense energy surging from his body, and his voice was lost under the pounding of his arousal. She really was so penis-weak—normally, she would never excuse such emotions from a male, but seeing someone carrying this much dick and still being scared made her want to pamper him so badly. Damn, boys really could get away with anything if they were packing enough cock. But she couldn’t afford to stop and think about it; the other girls were already making their move.
Those long, slutty tongues hadn’t yet rolled back into their mouths, and Lucario and Pheromosa made use of their amazement. Gardevoir quickly joined them, and with suspense in their hearts, they flattened their tongues against his heaving length. Their groans muffled against his stench as their lips matched their tongues in a sloppy, pursed kiss, each dual typing sending a different sensation crawling up his shaft. As they pressed their faces against the plump skin, their tits soon joined in, serving as bean bags for the Ralt’s legs, and as he grit his teeth and reached out for Lucario’s and Pheromosa’s nipples, squeezing them like they were handlebars. “Y-You really do like my dick, huh!?” he cried, then arced his back.
Glrrrrrpppp…
The clenching of his nuts sent ripples across their tits, and the sound of their churning made the girls even more excited to see what kind of butter he could push out. They licked up along his length, really getting into the gaps between the veins, determined to get a taste of everything this cock could give them. His testosterone bristled their nostrils as he grew more potent with each throb, until three sets of hands all groped and squeezed and fondled him. Each of them could wrap their tits around his dick, but a boy of this magnitude deserved a triple paizuri, and the whole package was soon wrapped tight in a pillowy prison of breasts.
Lucario and Pheromosa were lost in the moment, their tongues sliding along his glans, while Gardevoir was left to sense the boy’s emotions. He was scared. He was so scared, but also very excited. It was fine for them, then, to dote on this boy, and as their tongues probed his piss slit, a long, hard throb traveled up his penis, ending with a large bead of precum glistening out. Gardevoir narrowed her eyes, but the other two had the same idea as her, their tongues Lunging at the target. In a mess of slapping flesh and bubbling spit, their taste buds soaked in the earliest sample of what would come. There was a chunkiness to his wrigglers that sent their brains and pussies reeling, expressed through the whorish faces each slut made.
Schluuuuppp~
Mm... Mnnn... schlorp…
The next glob that plopped onto their tongues was so fat and syrupy it might as well have been cum. The sheer taste made Gardevoir and Pheromosa shiver with lust, soon swirling the goopy mass on each other’s tongues. Lucario puffed her cheeks when her tongue wasn’t invited, but she thought of something better, her ass bouncing as she raised herself higher and pushed her snout against his tip. Gardevoir and Pheromosa whined, but it was too late; Lucario snorted deeply, the sound turning snotty as gooey pre-globs shot up her snout. Sticky strings bridged from her nose to his tip as the other bimbos pulled her away. She huffed in a frenzy, everything she took in soon spilling into her mouth, and she showed off her spoils, waggling her boy-coated tongue. “Nngh, fuck!” Lucario cried, chewing on his waste. “His precum’s like fucking cement! And suuuuper stinky~!” She patted his nuts and squeezed them. “Don’t keep those boys cooped up in here, cutie! Let’s pump all this cum into your sluts right away!”
“I-I’m trying!” Ralts cried. “There’s so much and, and—and... Hnghhh!”
Pheromosa gulped down the pre in her mouth and kept stroking him with her hand. “He’s getting close,” she said. His throbbing sent tremors across her carapace and down to her stomach, and the thumping of his balls grew louder. “I’ve never heard of someone being this pent-up. A pathetic loser like you must’ve been living with those nuts swollen for weeks. But your cock is big and meaty, so this Queen will forgive you.” She pushed Gardevoir and Lucario away and, with a great heave of her chest flesh, dropped her Ultra Milkers onto his dick, boasting enough size to sheath its girth, though only half its length. “How admirable, still finding a way to slap my face even when choked by my tittyfuck,” she said, the tip bending against her right cheek. She gave his crown a soft kiss. “So strong,” she muttered, and began her worship.
Shhhlllrrrrrrrpppp~!!!
Her lips wrapped tightly around his slit as she kissed and sucked on it at the same time. His balls clenched again, and her tits broke out into a fit of ripples as sperm wormed up his urethra. Gardevoir’s and Lucario’s faces twisted with need. “That’s not fair! Why do you always Thief all the fun!?” Lucario cried. A wet, phlegmy groan gurgled through his shaft, and semen began to leak from Pheromosa’s lips, dripping down her chin and spilling all over her tits. Her arms squished into her chest as she slowly worked them up and down. It looked like she was tugging his cum through his shaft.
BLORCH! GLLCHHHHH~!!!
The eruption came without warning, and Ralt’s legs jerked out. It was a slow climb through his shaft, but the semen that bloated Pheromosa’s throat turned the slender cylinder into a writhing, gurgling pipe as she choked. Gardevoir hated not being on the receiving end, their first load once again going to that bitch, but her eyes darted to his sack. Oh no, it hurts! she thought, her gaze snapping to the little Ralts, grunting and writhing as he groped and slapped at the stump in pain. His balls, so soft and tender, were working so hard that the sounds of swimmers squeezing through his chute rang in their ears.
She and Lucario both went for his balls—for different reasons, the canine instantly falling to her back and shoving her snout between them. Gardevoir swore and chose to ignore her for the time being, instead gently grabbing the sides of his nuts. They were awfully big, both spheres too large for her to hold in her hands, but that made it easier for her to start rubbing them, applying a gentle Psychic pressure to ease the pain. It seemed to work; the Ralts’ grunts evened into moans. “There, there,” she smiled and whispered, going wry from the furious licking and masturbation happening beneath her. “Relax and enjoy yourself.” The Ralt’s mouth formed an o-shape, and she grinned. Gardevoir hated acting like a mommy, but maybe it would be a quick way to get him to dump some eggs into her womb.
Thick cum bubbles burst from Pheromosa’s nose. As his balls relaxed from the careful rubbing and insatiable licking, his loads shot out more powerfully and consistently. Pheromosa choked again, forcing her to finally pull away. From the frothy ropes pounded against the walls of her cheeks, to dense bridges connecting her lips to his piss slit, and even the gush of white vomiting from her throat, everything came out in one big, defeated Belch. Pheromosa broke out into a cum-muffled mewl so unbefitting the cock queen that Gardevoir wasn’t sure if she was even still conscious. His cock pumped, and pumped, pissing his ropes out all over her in a nauseating sperm bath. It got all over her hair and tiara, even her open eyes—she had definitely passed out, because no way would she ever be okay with a cock treating her this badly. That was, unless…
The other bimbos crashed into her. No way was Pheromosa going to be the only slut to get showered on. Salvos blasted Gardevoir’s face before she could even open her mouth, but the three of them soon pressed their long tongues together, breathing through the sperm and fumes shooting up their noses and spilling all over their faces. Ralts’ sperm danced so merrily on her tongue, crackling as if pounding her taste buds with their dicks. “Fffuuuuuck~! You’re drowning us in your piping hot Scald!” Lucario said, her words barely coherent through the sperm piled on her outstretched tongue.
“He just keeps cumming,” Gardevoir groaned, so many loads spraying into her open mouth that it may as well have already been clogged. “Just what did this little bastard feed on to get so goddamn gunky!?”
It took a whole minute of pumping ropes for Ralts’ orgasm to subside. The bimbos trembled together, reveling in their caked-over bodies. Lucario and Gardevoir slowly closed their mouths, and their chewing squelched out, the sperm so dense and thick that it refused to break down. They slowly—slowly—began to swallow, finally experiencing what Pheromosa had: the sliding of still-clotted lumps oozing down their throats, so greasy and delicious that it felt like their brains were frying. Gardevoir hated feeling her friends’ emotions, always so braindead and cock-bashed, but the dizzying pleasure she and Lucario felt was equal; their sperm-splattered eyes crossed, and they moaned, deep and bubbly, together. Pheromosa’s tongue was still out, inviting the trickles of leftover urethral waste to pile atop it, though that was just instinctual; she was completely and utterly Mind Blown.
Gardevoir lost track of time, drinking the sperm already in her mouth before moving on to seconds, thirds, fourths; she and Lucario licked up all the sperm on their bodies before greedily dragging their tongues along Pheromosa’s claim, her body too spent to resist as they stole every drop they could find on her. They motorboated her tits as they lapped and snorted up all the sperm that had pooled there. When there was nothing more to suck out of Pheromosa’s mouth, they finally relented and turned to the Ralts. He was still erect, gasping for breath as his cock continued to throb. “That fucking Battle Tree,” Lucario said. “There’s no end in sight!”
“He’s still pent up,” Gardevoir groaned. The girls took deep inhales and sputtering exhales of his cock stench. It had all soaked into their fur and hair, and no matter how many layers of cum they licked from each other, their entire beings were so tainted that the air surrounding them reeked of stud cum. They shivered.
“T-Thanks,” Ralts said, though with great difficulty. “I’ve never felt so relieved before! My dick’s too big for me to jerk off properly, and it hurts so much. And nobody would help me. Nnh, I can’t believe there are girls out there who like cocks as big as mine.”
Lucario let out a horny sigh. “That was, like, six weeks’ worth of loads, and your balls are still as round as my ass,” Lucario said, giving each testicle a little pat that made them wobble. “You’ve got enough goo in your sack to fertilize all of Alola. Someone’s gotta take care of that.”
“Ms. Lucario? Does that mean that you’ll,” he gulped, “be my personal slut after all?”
“That again?” Lucario snarled. “Dumbass, of course I will!”
Lucario sprang up and jumped onto the tree stump. “Hey!” Gardevoir said. Lucario had squatted over the nervous Ralts, putting her hands behind her head as she against his dick with her ass. Her starry-eyed excitement from earlier had turned into a toothy grin. “The hell do you think you’re doing!?”
“Hah? Getting pregnant from this breeding stud, duh!” Lucario said. “Guess what—unlike these other two, I actually have a thing for runts like you rubbing their cocks all over me. Easier to round up a bunch of Riolu and gain XP while I suck and fuck a whole line of dick, am I right?”
“Y-Yeah, I guess,” Ralts said. She laughed and slapped his balls with her tail.
“But hey! Now there’s a guy out here with an actual big one to show for it! And damn, now that’s what I call size difference. You’re short, but you look especially so when flaunting such a thick-ass schlong.”
“Stop calling me short!” Ralts said. His cock flexed against her ass, only making her grin wider.
“Aww, come on! I just told you I like it. You’re pretty muscular, too. Bet it’s the testosterone—you don’t get around enough to be packing pecs just from fucking sluts!” she winked, her chest wobbling as she lifted them to show off her stomach. “I cock-squatted my way through Vast Poni Canyon just to get this black line of mine looking like a thong strap. And trust me when I say that nothing I fucked came close to that third whole fucking leg you got towering from those tiny little hips of yours.” Ralts shivered and blushed as she ran a hand up his chest. “You ready to totally ruin all the hard work I put into these abs? We gotta dump the rest of that ball batter somewhere, and all these bimbo tits, bubble butts, and throats won’t cut it! Better turn your swill into my own brood.”
“I-I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or not, but, well, I’ve never even been complimented before! I’m in!”
Gardevoir bit her lip. Ralts’ nervousness was fading away, but it pissed her off that she wasn’t the one to give this boy confidence—or to take his virginity, for that matter. Pheromosa still sat in a dumb stupor, coughing up swears and sperm. “Come on, you dumb sow,” Gardevoir said, slinging her arm around her shoulders and helping her up. “This is all your fault, so do something about it—Shit!” Gardevoir hissed as Lucario reached between her legs to try to guide Ralts’ cock to her womb.
“Fuckin’ A, this big ‘ol breed slab’s too long for its own good! Come on, get in there,” Lucario said. The glans pressed against her butt and thighs, everything too thick and meaty to see her pussy from behind, until his glans pressed and parted her outer folds. “Nngh!” she grunted. A deep, wet suction sound followed Lucario’s slow descent, but Gardevoir knew there was more to it than that; she was only a quarter of the way down, and already the Ralts was grunting as it hit the fleshy barrier of her cervix. But this was a veteran jock pussy, and regardless of how tight she was, she could stretch. With another grunt, she forced that fat head through and slammed down.
“Hrrrrgh~!!!” she cried as his cock pushed straight through her. Stomach stretching wasn’t rare for these sluts, but this wasn’t Pheromosa’s condom of a pussy—this was Lucario’s tight and compact breeding hole, and she worked cocks like she pumped iron—and never before had her stomach stretched this far. Her entire waist disappeared behind the bulge he made of her body. Her voice dragged from the bottom of her lungs as she clenched her teeth and bore with the pleasure. Veins surfaced on her forehead. Then, she began to move.
SCHLOP. SCHLOP.
“One, two...!”
Lucario grunted out her counting as she raised herself, wiggled her hips to move up his pole, got up on her tippy-toes, and threw herself back down. She didn’t land on his pelvis, but she got much too close, going as low as possible while still maintaining control of her straining legs. But the result was obvious: the bulge stayed, taking those soft guts and tight muscles and churning them. “Fuck, my wooomb!” Lucario cried, going cross-eyed in bliss as her body quaked. That dick of his was so powerful that its pulse shook her tits and ass. Ralts was far too overwhelmed. He kicked out, the pressure in his groin surging as this slut’s pussy ground on his nerves. “Come fucking on, stud! Where’s all the sperm that’s rumbling in those nuts? Don’t tell me you wasted it all on clogging a throat and spraying down sluts!”
“Nngh, I can do this!” Ralts moaned and gripped Lucario’s hips. He gave her ass a few hearty smacks and thrust, digging so deep into her womb that his cock pushed on her spike. Lucario erupted in a long, needy Howl, and Snarled, breaking her pose to contort like a beast over him, her paws planted beside his head.
“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three—!”
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Gardevoir had half a mind to pull on Lucario’s tail, but she also wanted to see the stupid expression on the dumb mutt’s face when Ralts wasted her ovaries with his sperm. Besides, it would be over soon. She dropped Pheromosa beside them and moved to the other end. Lucario’s rough breeding didn’t stop her from counting, but her face scrunched, her lips trembled, and her fangs clattered together with each thrust.
“I-I didn’t think this through,” Lucario cried. “Ugh, the veins! The girth! W-Why are my insides sounding so sloppy!?” Besides the slickness of her cunt, there was a deep squelching that rang out every time she pounded herself on his cock. “You’re... you’re rearranging my guts!” Her expression warped to panic. “I can’t go letting myself get punked by some virgin, but he’s so fucking big, and my legs are buuurning!”
“I-I’m cumming!” Ralts cried. The palpitations of his heart were coursing to Gardevoir’s too, and she couldn’t help but masturbate as Ralts grabbed Lucario’s ears and pulled her down.
“Nooo~! No, stahpp itttt~!!! I-If you take over, I’ll—”
“Nngh!” Ralts cried, meeting pelvis-to-pussy as he lifted himself all the way into her. A SCHLOP! rang so lewdly that it sent a pang through Gardevoir’s womb, and Lucario’s orgasm erupted out.
“Fffffffuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK~!”
SCHLLLLLUUUUUUUPPPPP—GRRRRGGGHK!
Lucario spasmed, her ass quivering as Ralt’s hips broke hers, and she dropped, stuffing his face between her tits as she speared her tongue out and moaned uselessly atop of him. Their grips on each other tightened, Ralts pulling on her ass as Lucario clutched his head. His balls slapped her ass with every heaving guuuush~ that pumped her full. It was so loud, too, her carefully crafted waist ballooning to a spherical dumpster gut.
Ralts yelped as her stomach began to swell to a level beyond simple waterbloat and went from pressing against him to engulfing him. Gardevoir cringed as his cries for help rang muffled beneath the heaps of sperm, and she put a hand to her forehead and threw her arm out. Purple light began to glow from them, and she tried to move Lucario, but to no avail; she was so heavy with cum that even pushing her wouldn’t be an option—and her stomach was still growing. She released her hold on Lucario and put her all into controlling Ralts, and, with a wince, slipped him out from underneath her. Cum spilled from his dick and, unfortunately, added an extra caking to Pheromosa’s face. She didn’t mean to do it, but instinct had her shove little guy’s boner right down through her cleavage.
“Haaah...!” he breathed sharply. He quivered atop of her, his hands and feet pushing on her tits as he splurted ropes all over her legs. She was delighted to finally have more of that delicious cum on her bimbo bod, but the surprise and pleasure erupting from him, paired with that gasping, frantic face, made her heart flutter. Gardevoir grabbed the sides of his head and—
“Ms. Gardevoir—MMMPH!?”
—pressed her lips to his, his cock still shooting its load even as they shared their tongues. The weight of his balls blasting and refilling made her tits bounce and wobble. She held that long kiss, moving her hands from his face to his ass, and then his balls, making sure they wouldn’t start hurting him again. Gardevoir kept a constant Pressure, and he moaned so sweetly that it was almost cute. His glans would occasionally punch her stomach, oozing his sperm down to her pelvis, but more importantly, knocking close enough to her womb to rile it up without actually getting there. “Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, soon grabbing his cock and jerking it hard. Her eyes began to cloud over. “Please. Tell me that you wanna beat my tits with this cock...” she moaned.
“What?” Ralts replied weakly. Gardevoir blinked, and her eyes shot wide open. She quickly pulled her mouth away, leaving a saliva trail between their tongues.
“I-I didn’t say anything!” she cried, “Why were you kissing me, anyway!?”
“Because you made me! Nngh!” he thrust hard into her tits and unloaded the last rope of his orgasm. He looked down and breathed hard. “And,” he said, Gardevoir’s ears perking up, “I love beating your tits with my cock! That felt so good, Ms. Gardevoir...”
Gardevoir blushed from ear to ear. The more sperm this jerk dumped, the more confident he got. Cocky bitch. Dicks were just fat rods she’d get horny over and make kids with. There was no love in the sex she enjoyed. Seriously! Her chest pounding and her ears burning had to be just from the smell. Still, she stared down at Ralts, whose butt she still groped, and muttered, “Call me Garde.”
“Uh, alright. Garde?”
“Whatever!” she said, blushing as she hissed through clenched teeth. “You seriously messed up my friends, y’know.” They looked over at them, sperm drooling down Pheromosa’s tongue and onto her tits. Lucario whined, splayed on the stump, her tongue and tail still wagging. Both bore gaping holes. Pheromosa’s face was still slumped open and dumb, sperm somehow still slopping out, and Lucario’s pussy gaped like a crater, fucked so wide and raw that they could see all the sperm spilled inside. Globs trickled out as her pussy heaved, thick fumes wafting from the piles bubbling inside. Every twitch from those broads left them with one less brain cell, and, in Lucario’s case, another egg pounded into pregnancy. The sight left Gardevoir and Ralts flushed, and they glanced at each other.
“Hehe, sorry,” Ralts said. “I didn’t know I could do that to girls.”
That sounded ridiculous to Gardevoir, but when the twerp smiled, she didn’t feel annoyed at all. “I’ll bet,” she said, rolling her eyes and quickly forcing herself to be more assertive. “So. You wanna pound me next?” Gardevoir said with an edge to her voice. She lifted her tits a couple of times to make him bounce. Dammit, his moans were too cute…
“Maybe,” Ralts said. Don’t smile like that, shithead, Gardevoir thought. His cock gave away what his body wanted to do, pulsating so thickly that her cleavage struggled to handle his girth. But that didn’t mean she needed to get impatient.
“Listen,” she put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes. “I don’t know about those cocks-for-brains over there, but I wouldn’t mind having a little boyfriend let his cock live rent-free in my womb.” What am I saying? She frowned at her thoughts. “What I’m saying is, I’m taking your cock for myself, got it? And I don’t want to hear any complaints. I’m bigger and stronger than you, and fuck, you’re pathetic, so—”
Her boobs kept wobbling around. She opened her eyes to see that the jerk was ignoring her completely, now holding onto her chest with his legs pressed against her underboob and his face buried in her cleavage. “Your boobs smell like dicks,” he said, thrusting his hips to bounce her up and down. The sound of her fat clapping rang out so lewdly that she blushed and grabbed her tits.
“The fuck are you doing, you little creep!” she yelled, only to seize up from the cock that suddenly smacked her pussy. She had a hell of a puffy mound and was proud of her cock swallowing skills, using her keen senses to not just catch cocks growing hot around her holes, but to also coax any dick dumb enough to pull a fast one on her womb into a cum-wringing spasm. Why hadn’t she noticed him, then? It must have been how outrageously horny she was. But she was glad she hadn’t noticed—it wasn’t until now that she realized just how hot his cock throbbed, the masculine flesh pressing such a deep heat against her clit that it sent a shockwave through her pussy and down her thighs.
Her tongue lolled out, and dumbness struck—she hadn’t the mind to tell him off for swinging from her tits or, in the next moment, slamming his cock up her cunt. His body smacked against hers, meeting with a meaty THUD, and her pussy lips stretched around the cock as he split her. Gardevoir cried out in disbelief.
SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!
Ralts used his whole body to thrust into her. Lucario was right when she said that he was surprisingly well-trained. She would have loved to see him do this to any other slut, but not... fuck it, she couldn’t deny him! Her pussy squelched with the same vigor as when she took Mudsdale dicks—no, worse. A tight, fleshy seal enveloped his cock, and his fat veins dug into her spongy innards. His ballsack throbbed as he pounded in, his entire glans stuffing into her cervix, pushing, stretching—and, with the slightest flex of his cock, breaking into her womb. The fact that a cunt as well-used as hers even struggled to handle him until he literally fucked her into his shape was unbelievable. He had no idea what he was doing, but, dammit, if he wasn’t a genius!
“Your folds are so soft and fleshy,” he grunted. “Ms. Pheromosa’s throat was hella tight, and Ms. Lucario’s pussy was tough and kept squeezing on me, but this pussy feels like I’m fucking a fleshlight!”
“Don’t you dare compare me to a sex toy!” Gardevoir growled. “W-What happened to the cute little breeder who peeked out of that grass!? You don’t just turn from Timid to, nngh, Naughty!”
“It’s all thanks to you, Garde!” he said. “I’m feeling way better about myself now, knowing there are girls as pretty as you out there who’ll let me fuck them for free!”
“You’re welcooome~!?” Gardevoir broke out into a moan. His cock was really stirring up her guts, with a great big bulge stretching out her navel. She was used to Mudsdale doing the same, but getting her womb beaten in by something that wasn’t just a tube messed with her head. He really was so short and small. No wonder Lucario broke down so quickly. She thought herself better than that dog, but he was making her want to go feral, too. But just as she was about to drop her hips, Ralts bit her nipples. She reared her head back, her lips pursing and tongue curling. “Nooo, my milk~!”
She’d always been sloshy in the chest, but getting drained by a little bull really made her realize how motherly her body had become, the feeling of milk spilling from the plump, pink tips making her womb cramp with need. All sorts of happy neurons fired in her head. What a hunk. He pulled on her tits with his teeth as hard as he could while slamming into her pelvis. Her body quaked from the pressure, ripples spreading from her ass to her thighs, and never mind her chest. Gardevoir snarled. Her body couldn’t handle this. Her womb, too, began to give—not in a soft or pliable way, but a powerful sucking, finally finding a grip on that bulging monster dong. She hugged him tightly. “Come on...! Give it all to,” she moaned, “Give it all to Mommy!”
“I’m not a kid!” Ralts said through a mouthful of tits. Gardevoir’s legs gave out on her, and she fell to her knees, accidentally pressing him right at her ovaries’ door. Ralts’ head shot back as he cried out, wriggled his hips, and came.
SPPPLLLRRRRRRPPPPPP~!!! GLRRP. GLRRP. GLRRP—
Cute little coos slid from Ralts’ throat, at odds with the Hydro Pump he poured into her. His balls, so bouncy and taut, smashed together, sloshing violently with each rope they squeezed into her womb. Her stomach already neared what she thought was her max capacity from just his size alone, yet it seemed that Pokémon’s bodies were truly built for breeding, arching her back as her waist began to bloat. She filled like a condom, breaking form before gelatinously sloping into a heavy sphere. “Oh, Archheeeeuus~!”
It was over as quickly as it began, yet Gardevoir’s stomach was bigger than Lucario’s. She rested her head atop her bulging gut, his final spurts causing it to droop off the sides of her thighs. He wrestled out of her, and before she knew it, his cum-smeared cock slapped wetly on her face. “Use your throat, Mommy!”
Being called ‘Mommy’ felt even better than getting called by a pet name. “Ohkay~” Gardevoir said dumbly, and burped. Her brain was too fuzzy from all the sperm boiling in her womb to second-guess the demands of a little shit way too high on his bimbos, but fuck, he deserved it. She pursed her lips and slowly took him down her throat. His sweaty stink soaked into her mouth, its sharpness distilled by how tasty his sperm was. It was so thick and chunky that she couldn’t hope to swallow it without chewing, but his cock was much too in the way, so she tried nonetheless. She looked up at him, so weak and overwhelmed, but happiness shone in her gaze. Ralts finally smiled. He grabbed her hair and began thrusting, soon unloading the rest of his orgasm straight into her stomach. He then pulled out, gave a few extra rubs beneath his glans, and sprayed a final rope on her waiting face.
“Want me to keep bullying your face, Mommy?” he asked, slapping her across the cheek with his shaft. Those bulging veins were so big and violent—Gardevoir couldn’t speak, as his seed was still sliding down her throat, but she nodded anyway, her entire being buzzing with a pleasure so deep it was almost painful. But before he could give her face another wallop, a two-clawed hand suddenly reached out from the corner of her vision and grabbed Ralts by his waist, pulling him away. Pheromosa had recovered; that fat, wobbling ass rivaled the ballsack dangling between his hips as she carried him off under her arm. Gardevoir tried to move, but she just vomited up sperm. He whined and flailed his limbs, but nothing but his cock was strong enough to stop her.
“What are you doing!?” Gardevoir barely inched out of her numb lips. Pheromosa looked back at her, still covered from hair to tits in the boy’s spunk.
“I’m claiming him, of course,” Pheromosa said matter-of-factly. “The only holes this male needs to fuck are mine, and I’m the only breed stock capable of handling his impressive orgasms. You and that mutt over there are in the way, so we’ll leave you to burp up cum and groan in peace.”
This dumbass doesn’t realize she fainted just from a blowjob! Gardevoir thought. Even with a body that was all tits and ass, Pheromosa’s speed was nothing to scoff at—if she wanted to cut ties with them and go lone bimbo, she easily could. Gardevoir didn’t have long to save him. Lucario had thinned since the last time Gardevoir cared to spare a glance, and they nodded at each other, both knowing what needed to be done. Gray energy glowed from Lucario’s fist. “Bullet Punch!” she cried, punching Pheromosa’s cum gut so hard that it broke into waves. Pheromosa dropped Ralts, clutching her stomach, and Lucario quickly grabbed him. Just as Pheromosa was about to Lunge at them, a purple glow surrounded her and pinned her to the ground. Gardevoir may be a cum-stuffed sow, but her Psychic still had some kick to it.
“Ultra Bitch,” Gardevoir spat, before looking warmly at Ralts. “Isn’t there a hole you haven’t used yet, sweetie?”
Lucario instantly grinned. Ralts looked Pheromosa up and down before settling on her pussy.
SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!
“Nrrgh, you whores!” Pheromosa yelled. Lucario had pulled her bags back, holding her platform heel feet behind her head as her huge, white ass wobbled uselessly beneath Ralts’ rampant thrusts. “He’s mine!”
“Shit, he’s really letting her have it,” Lucario marveled. “Keep it up, champ!”
Gardevoir enjoyed Ralts’ victory, not just because watching a four-foot megacock dominate wombs was exciting, but because they finally defeated this dumptruck bug bitch. Ralts was especially pissed, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched as he slammed into her womb. Pheromosa’s face, once a mask of haughty superiority and supreme boredom, was now twisted in a mix of bewilderment and pleasure, as if she couldn’t believe the nerve of these low-class sex pests turning her pussy into a fleshlight. “The nerve of you!” she whined.
“You called him a ‘tempter twink’ and ‘pathetic loser,’ and yet you want all this cock for yourself!” Gardevoir said. “Listen, bitch. We may be total size queen cock sluts who treat pin dicks like shit, but when a real stud’s around, we go from stuck-up skanks to brainless Pokédumps who’ll even lap cummy scraps off the grass. So long as this hung little king is within worshipping range, we’ll be dolled-up breeding bimbos with holes so easy that they’ll even put free use kinks to shame.”
“He isn’t your alpha male, he’s our alpha male,” Lucario added, pushing down on the balls of Pheromosa’s heels. Get it? You’re gonna be his obedient fuck slut, just like the rest of us, whether you like it or not! And I can tell your bitch pussy’s already loving it!”
“Ohhh, fuck~” Pheromosa’s face began to soften. Her legs twitched, and a lewd, shuddering gasp escaped her lips as Ralts pushed in to the hilt. The telltale sign of a Pokéslut’s brain melting. She’d been resisting, but, when weakened by the absolutely clogging he’d put her throat through, this cock was just too good. Her expression warped into a dumb, cross-eyed slutty mess. She whined, a high-pitched, needy noise, her pride shattered as her body demanded more.
“Heh. See?” Lucario said. “Easy-ass roach. Just give in.”
THROB. THROB.
Gardevoir and Lucario’s eyes went wide as Ralts’ cock suddenly bulged in Pheromosa’s body. Already stretched beyond its limits, the veins soon began to outline on her stomach. Gardevoir felt a surge of energy from him, something beyond simple testosterone; it was the raw, unfiltered arrogance of a breeder who had three Goddesses groveling for his cock. He was getting off on dominating this stuck-up slut, and it was making him even bigger. Pheromosa’s whimper turned into a choked sob as her womb was reshaped around the monstrous girth.
“You girls are mean and rude, but my cock and I love you so much!” he cried, his sudden confession causing Gardevoir and Lucario to blush. “From now on, all three of you are my personal sluts! I’m gonna show you off to everyone that bullied me, fuck you in front of my parents, and make you have my babies!”
Ralts roared, and, with his feet planted on the grass and his hips rising high into the sky, slammed back down, sinking every inch into her depths. Pheromosa convulsed completely as her shell, a symbol of her sleek, alien perfection, swelled with seed. It was more than Machop could spray, more than a Mudsdale ever dumped into her, stuffing her with so much chunky fluid that her IVs were being PKHeX’ed. Her Hidden Power changed from cock-slaying to egg-laying, and as her stomach bulged with the heavy motion of sperm, a deep rumble traveled through the cum before bubbling up to her chest and, with an echoing groan from Pheromosa’s snotty, sperm-spilling nostrils, burst the last bubble of pride she had for her species. Gardevoir and Lucario hugged the sweating, panting boy, kissing him on the cheeks as he fell back onto their breasts.
After a few weeks, the farmers began to forget about the Poke-bimbos who sought out their Mudsdales’ seed. Combined with the farmhands’ frustration at staying after hours to board up the barns, this meant that many simply stopped caring. They left the windows be and eventually left the doors unlocked, too. A few days passed without any problems or wobbly claps being heard out in the fields.
But there was a certain farmer who maintained strict security, demanding that the barn stay boarded up at night and only be opened after ample backlash from his workers. If they wouldn’t do it, then he would, although his determination faltered when he realized how much work it was. He stayed undeterred, however, and opted instead to buy a security camera, fastening it to the wall, pointed at the doors, and leaving it at that. Every morning, he’d wake up and check last night’s feed on his laptop, and he was glad to see no trouble. That was, until today.
His two Mudsdale suddenly stirred awake during the night, staying seated but looking to the doors. There was that sloshing and clapping the farmer knew all too well, so discernible that he even heard it through the camera’s poor quality. The Mudsdale’s tails flicked, one getting up to its hind legs in excitement. “No,” the farmer said under his breath, his hand running over his beard. The doors opened, and he was left baffled. Three bimbos crawled into the barn, two of which, the Lucario and Pheromosa, he recognized immediately, but there was something odd about them. They were mewling, milk leaking from their giant udders, and they had bellies so gravid that they smushed and dragged along the ground.
All of them had collars around their necks, a Master Ball emblem set where a tag would go, with the titles “PORN DOG,” “GARDEWHORE,” and “ULTRA BITCH.” The leashes all led to the same hand; a Ralts walked into the barn. A heavy bulge sloshed in his pants, but it looked that large because he was so short, surely. The Mudsdale shared the same reaction, snorting at him, and the one on his hind legs stood up in full, exposing the full, throbbing length of his equine erection, the exact size that sent these sluts into a babymaking frenzy just from the smell alone, yet he was completely ignored, save for a glance and sigh from the bimbo bug, who then nuzzled her face into the Ralts’ crotch.
“Why’d you make me come here, of all places?” Ralts said, sounding exasperated. “A-And what’s up with the Mudsdale!?”
“Hurry up, Master,” Lucario growled, clapping her ass as she lapped at his sack. “It smells so gross in here. Pull out that cock already; we need a real breeder’s scent to mask this garbage.”
“Look at those filthy fucking barn animals,” Gardevoir snorted as she got up and pressed her cheek to Ralts’. “To think we used to be so infatuated with them. How lame,” she giggled.
“Pathetic,” Pheromosa said, not even caring to look at them again. “Master is superior in all aspects, aside from weight...” she said, getting hit with glares from her fellow sluts, “I’m still talking—except that his cock is heavy enough to pin me down despite his size.”
“Nngh,” The Ralts groaned, his cheeks burning as their hands fondled his ass and the tight muscles lining his sides. “My balls feel so swollen, again,” he said, looking at them with a crooked smirk. The bimbos’ pussies clenched. All three sluts grabbed at his pants and pulled them down, cooing as his length flopped out onto Lucario’s and Pheromosa’s ass cheeks. The Mudsdale’s eyes shot wide, and they whinnied.
“Fuck, that’s it, spread your breeding stench,” Lucario groaned. “This is really riling me up. Shit, I might just—“ She turned him around and, in a hip-jutting display for the horses, shoved her snot against Ralts’ anus, tongue digging deep, slurping loudly.
Schluuurrrrppp.... schluck, schlup…
The Mudsdale used to Lucario’s rimjobs coped and seethed, Ralts’ other slut making it clear that if he tried anything, his eyes would be spirals, left only to throb in anger as the sight of his slut being stolen away from little pre-evolved shrimp. But they saw his cock, too, and his smell had already begun to overwhelm their combined logs, a whole barnyard incapable of out-staining the stink of Ralts cock in these whores’ brains. Lucario bared her fangs, nibbling his rim while flicking her tongue in his taint, and pulled back with a loud “Puha~” as she’d just finished swigging a beer. “Ahh, now that’s the stuff! This boytaste really gets me Worked Up, ya’ damn stud!”
“Hey, save some for me,” Gardevoir said, Lucario whining as she and Pheromosa pushed against her, now all three cleaning him of every sweat-smeared crease of skin and cock grime caked between his balls.
“Ugh,” he grunted, shuddering. “Not in front of these guys, please...!” His balls continued to pulse, growing ever more taut and bloated. “Give birth already so we can get out of here! Come on!”
Ralt stepped away from their lewd tongues and slapped his dick across all three of their faces. Getting a whole load of cock meat mashed against their noses seemed to do wonders for their IQs, as all three moaned out a muffled, “Yesh, Master~!” and twerked for the horses, pushing as hard as they clapped their cheeks. Nasty, sloppy noises rang from their overfilled boxes. Tan shells with green splotches crowned from their cunts.
“Sheesh, we’re gonna be here all day,” Ralts said, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry for waking you up, Mudsdale, but these personal sluts of mine were so insistent on coming here to lay their eggs. Must be the musk getting to their brains—I’ve never heard of EVs dropping from cock stench before, but look at ‘em, all huffy and puffy just because I’m disciplining them.”
“Eh~? But your cock stink’s so good, sweetie-pie!” Gardevoir whined in a pitch higher than normal.
“Nngh! I need to pump these babies out so I can get bred again!” Lucario growled. “Come on, come on...!”
“Just imagine what our babies will have between their legs,” Pheromosa said. Gardevoir and Lucario’s eyes gleamed.
“NNRGGGHH!” they roared, all of their stomachs surging.
SHHPLLRRRRSHHHHH~!!! PLOP. PLOP. PLOP.
Clumpy, fertilized sperm squirted from their pussies, and their eggs popped out. Semen had squirted from the Mudsdales’s cocks, but their trickles were nothing compared to the bubbles that frothed from Ralts’ tip and all over his whores’s faces. “That’s one!” he said, whacking them with his cock. “Open wider; I know you got more in there!”
The farmer couldn’t believe his eyes. Even from behind the screen, the stench of breeding wafted rancid in his nostrils, as if he could smell those disgusting bimbos as they lavished their kid-sized Master with their love, whorish moans and compliments oozing from amidst the popping cum bubbles and piles of eggs plopping and rolling from their holes. He closed his laptop and went to the barn, where his Mudsdale whinnied in fetal positions, decided to give them a week to recover, and swapped out the camera’s batteries. He looked at his Pokémon again before shaking his head, closing the barn behind him, and taking the lock off with a screwdriver, shaking the chain to the ground.