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The air was thick that day. A haze of wet heat drifting up from the sunbaked ground cracking under the weight of superheated air. The sky was blue, too blue, the king of blue that saturated your eyes and made them cry from sheer exposure. It was a sunny day, a bright day; a day of intense, mind-melting heat.
Aaron could feel the sweat sticking to him, making his clothes cling onto his skin as if they were applied by glue, or were spilt upon by soda. It was a horrible feeling, the almost slimy sweat coating his every inch, his clothes drenched and still dripping with his fluids. The sun was strong, it was too strong.
He leaned back as best he could, his fingers numbly pressing against the warm bark of the grand oak tree he was sitting beneath, stinging as he kneaded the sharp jagged edges of the trunk. He could withstand this heat of course, generations of living in harsh elements gave him that fortitude, but that was no easy feat for even him. It was the most intense summer he had ever felt.
Wearing the barest of clothing he could, simply some overalls and forgoing undergarments or a shirt of any kind, and a straw hat situated on his head. Without boots or socks as the drenching of sweat would render them unusable without a dip in the river to wash them of their olfactory sins.
It was a wet heat. The ponds around them, home to many Poliwag and ‘whirls, only fueled that intense smelly heat. It was so bad that Aaron’s work in the fields of barley and wheat and toiling were postponed. As it turns out it was bad for business to have their workers die from heat stroke. Especially ones as young as Aaron.
Freshly nineteen by a few months, it was his first real hard working job far from home. It paid well and the housing was provided; but he lived up north where regions were entirely covered in snow. He was used to dealing with Froslass attacks and dodging Mamoswine stampedes, not dealing with this Arceus damned heat.
Or, probably more aptly, this Groudon-ordained heat.
It was one of those days that it was so hot that nothing seemed worth it – at least, moving didn’t seem worth it. He could feel it in his chest; a numb fire spreading in his very veins, drenching them in unholy heat and bursting.
Despite this, he had things to do. Just resting in the shade of the tree kept him from his work, from what he needed to do. Those same numb fingers gently grabbed at the jagged edges of the bark, pulling gently against them to contort his heat-stricken body upwards.
Beads of sweat streamed down his face like droplets of hot water on the top of a steaming lid. Like droplets in a rainstorm sliding down a window. He was so damned hot, his chest burned with a puff of warm, wet air. He wiped the sweat off his brow and stood up, shifting harshly in the moist, hot ground.
He needs to cool off.
He stepped carefully around the few dried mud brick patches. The farm was massive with countless small ponds fenced off with wooden posts. Here and there patches of drought made dried mud bricks that were so hot they hurt if you touched them, or walked bare over them.
Others had marshlands where the sprinklers had gone haywire, the few bug types swarming around them were a bit of a nuisance, but otherwise weren’t too bad. Grazing pastures with interspersed oak trees or berry bushes. It was a nice place, far from civilization.
But right now, Aaron just wanted some water to cool off.
With a sigh he got to walking. The harsh sunlight beat down over him, a streaming, sizzling, scorching wave of pure heat wrapped around him. A blanket of warping, distorting heat. He blinked quickly, eyes squinting through the white, mind-numbing warmth.
He made his way partly by feel, partly by his own understanding of the farm’s layout. He all about moaned when he felt grass beneath him – it was still deliriously hot, but it was more manageable than stepping around mud bricks. The swampy heat was getting more intense, so he knew he was getting close.
Luckily the pond he was visiting was facing away from the sun – or at least where he arrived he was facing away – so he could actually see the thing. Downhill leading to a bit of a plateau in the hilly countryside. It was pretty round, a little oblong but otherwise good. Reeds burst from the pondside, and bug types and water types of all manner swimmed peacefully around.
The water moved with the warm wind, shaded by an old growth oak. Its leaves shimmered in the wind, hanging metapod and a sparse few Kakuna swayed in the wind. The way the water reflected the blinding light was beautiful – and the air getting cooler as he approached was even better.
The air was smelly, but it wasn’t any worse than the Pokémon he worked with. In fact it was nearly refreshing. Keyword: nearly.
Regardless he wouldn’t pass this up. He couldn’t get his work clothes, as muddy as they were, wet. Aaron hooked his finger around the strap of his left shoulder and tucked his arm in. The rough leather was harsh, especially due to the fact he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but it worked well enough.
He dropped his only clothes, feeling the warm, free breeze wrap around his entire body. Despite it not being cold in the least, his nipples hardened and practically pulsed. The feeling of the wind, of warm, free-range air on his nude body was something that could not be described.
“A~Ah” Aaron moaned to himself, stepping out from the crumbled clothing. He kicked it back uphill someways, not wanting any splashing of the water to get onto it. The feeling of the wind was something great, like his body was a great tree bending the gale winds around himself – even as those winds were scorching.
He stepped into the pond, feeling the mossy soil lead way to the breaking mud, slipping down into the cool substance. He was unsteady, having to step a few times backwards to steady himself, before allowing himself to sink and carry on forward.
The water was cool, so cool. The blue was piercing and bright, swimming around him as his body stepped into it. First to his ankle, shaded by the flowing mud kicked up. Then his calves, then his thighs. Aaron shivered for the first time in months since he got here – the coldness was familiar, and it was welcome.
SCHLIP!
And there he went, splashing into the water after stepping a little too wrong on the slippery inner mud. Water splashed up high, raining down in thick buckets and causing rippling waves to rush out, splashing on the edges of the pond.
Aaron grunted, though it wasn’t much pain, it was more in surprise. The rush of chilly cold enrapturing his body was foreign to his accustomed heat stricken form, but it was like an ice bath – harsh but necessary.
“Oh Arceus be damned…” He muttered, his teeth chattering a little from the cannon-ball-esque happening that came from his slip. He blinked a few times, shaking off the dripping wetness from his hair, and he grinned sheepishly to himself.
Most of the Pokémon around him did not care in the least, and the few that lazily looked over to him returned to their laziness in the coolness.
Sighing deeply in (ironic) warmth, Aaron sat himself down on the mud, shivering as the cold water caressed his naked body. He felt it go up from his thighs, little ripples like soft hands massaging his sweat-slickened body, licking clean the droplets and washing away the ache in his bones.
He sighed deeply, almost gasping out at the coolness of his thighs and genitals, feeling the soft currents in the water brushed them. He sank deeper, up to his collarbone, grinning in a teeth-chattering way as his nipples hardened, sharp and pink and piercing the water some distance from his chest.
He closes his eyes, his hands drifting up from their placement on the floor and wavering in the water, bobbing. It was quiet beyond the well accustomed warm winds warping around the cracking earth. This little oasis here was perfect – he reminded himself to come back here on other days that are as horrendously hot.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there in that little pool. It was well beyond what he wanted. His head found a nice little bank to lean on and his eyes shut closed. His body drifted upwards, brushed and polished by little swimming pokemon rubbing against it and the soft sand-like mud beneath that supported his weight.
What he did know was that he was woken with a start.
A sound he was accustomed to, one that he probably would’ve been habituated to at this point – but the sheer fact he heard it in his sleep, while in a pool… Well, it awoke him.
A snort, and the pawing at the ground with a great, hard blunt force.
His eyes were lazy, despite the fact he became wide awake upon hearing that. He blinked, his pruned fingers hastily scrubbing at his eyes with their wetness, shrugging off the sandman’s sand and blinking blearily through tiredness and the water still clinging to his eyelids.
His eyes focused on the reflection first, as his head was angled down. The water was calm despite his eruption into wakefulness. The reflection was like a glass mirror, with soft ripples in the material, blue-tinged. His eyes narrowed in.
Two large, hanging, sweaty black balls with a long, thick, dripping, mottled shaft.
“HOLY SHIT!”
Was all about that Aaron could say. Can you blame him?
The man shot up, heart racing as his eyes quickly shattered the speed of sound to look at what was being reflected. His outburst startled the surrounding Pokémon, and a Pachirisu threw a thick Oran berry at him, but he didn’t care. He had something else on his mind. Can’t be helped.
A pristine example of pure raw male masculine Pokémon stood opposite to Aaron.
A rippling, muscular beast of burden. Fur as thick as mud, caked in its own self-made mud around the hooves and calves. Crackling orange hair and mane set ablaze against the tinder color of the main body and charcoal black of the locs descending down. A hanging snout, dripping in the orange, snorting out thick, hot puffs of air.
And its eyes were laser focused on Aaron.
And Aaron’s eyes were focused on it.
The balls hung low, ragged and harsh skin with messy patches of dry hair sticking at odd angles. It hung low, swinging with derelict but pulsing and hot need. Those swinging, large, hot balls were black with speckles of darker gray, ending in a thick, veiny base to the shaft.
The shaft was
fucking
glorious
. Thick and long, possibly a foot or longer. It was veiny, long groping, snug snakes wrapping around the trunk that made up the manhood of the Pokémon. It was mottled, splotches of light gray and specks of dust-like orange.
The massive horse cock was sweaty, leaking thick drooling strings of viscous, slimy, oozing hot pre-cum. The oozing mess coated the cock, dripping with inherent need. It shivered, shuddering with lustful heat. Thick flecks and embers of its heat slobbered in the air, falling as rain upon the loose, crackled dirt.
The air was charged. Aaron’s body was frozen in the pool, dripping wet and naked, a body shivering from the dichotomy of the cool water and hot, humid air. He began to perspire, not that it could even be seen with the water clinging to his body. The horse stared nonchalantly towards him with black, bored eyes.
Then it stepped. Gracefully. A beast of utter power and masculinity was dainty as it stepped to the somewhat aroused human. It was a lazy step, a hoof forward and pressing into the soft clay, spreading apart the little growing lichen and reads growing on the sparse rocks before him.
The sun beat down on them, the water stirring as the horse stepped into it. A giant Mudsdale, dripping with sweat in thick, rolling beads of refracting, trailing light. A body tempered and powerful, encroaching towards godlike. Arceus be damned if He hadn’t made Mudsale after his own godly form.
What else could Aaron do but stare in awe at the majestic beauty, the masculinity, of the creature before him. Strong and powerful – it was entrancing. There was a powerful feeling to it. One second, then the next, all blending together in a fierce whirlwind with you at its center.
It seemed but a moment, but in the next second of Aaron’s blink, the horse was right in front of him.
The human fell backwards, splashing water into the air with tremendous force with his speedy, stumbling backstep. He gasped as the cool water sunk him down to his chest, but that didn’t stop the horse from walking forward a bit more.
It’s face… stoic. It was a hardened face, one with scratches and marks from fierce fighting. Caked in sweat, there was an aroma clinging to it like the mud it produces. Thick, long streaking blocks of sweat poured from the body, dripping off each hair as if it were a blade of grass and dew. But so much sweatier.
It huffed, letting out a puff of hot, steamy breath as it stared at the naked human before him. Eyes black as coal, with a shimmering golden brown hue to the outer blackness. There was intelligence behind those eyes, even as it couldn't speak.
A flash of lighting, a cascading torrent of pure raw smell assaulted… no… it
graced
his nostrils.
It was
thick
. Manly. The kind of smell that comes from constant, total motion and overwork. The kind of smell that was pungent, that it was heavy and it drowned the air, choking the last little bit of it from your lungs as you inhaled, but you couldn’t get enough.
A drowning man thirsting for his own demise, you drink it in and in, more and more, until all the breath is replaced with the musk, until everything is the smell and you die happy and fulfilled.
“A~Ahh…’ Was the human’s pitiful response to the horse’s presence, his entire body stuttering, lagging, glitching as he became immediately aroused.
Can you blame him? Can anyone? When approached by the epitome of manliness, a rippling muscular horse larger standing than him by nearly a factor of two, with a foot long cock and swinging, heavy, sweaty fat black balls… No one can blame Aaron.
There was an authoritarian state to the horse. A master, evident of his posturing, evident in his
existence
. There was nary a thing that couldn’t be said about the horse that was bad. It huffed at the human, as if disgusted by his utter display of submissiveness, of stuttering backwards and falling, still aroused, with just him being in his presence.
Aaron slowly stood up, twitching irregularly as the utter shock began to wear off. His body was warm, too warm, now – it felt the air grow rancid with the stench of men, felt the prickle of the smell in the water clinging to him. It was heavy, it was so heavy, it pulled at his brain and sunk it to the ground.
It was intoxicating, a whirlpool in his mind suckling the stem to the lobes, dragging it to the murky umber depths of mud that the smell cast. Aaron wavered as he got to his full height standing up, like a tower shifting in the harsh winds.
The horse blinked slowly, heavy eyelids closing for a second or two, before opening. The horse was tired, yes, but it was awake. He saw Aaron’s state of arousal, of pure and utter ardor. The horse’s eyes narrowed, lazily eye-fucking the man’s body. Aaron almost wanted to cover up underneath the manly gaze.
Almost.
The horse pranced the water, the mud caked to his hooves and body didn’t peel off though. No the specialized mud that the Mudsdale made, got its name from, was rock hard. Much alike his new human friend; sturdy.
The horse turned. Muscles rippling like the water it was displacing, gleaming with sweat and pure masculine heat. It was almost lazy, like it couldn’t give less of a shit that Aaron was there, that Aaron too was eye-fucking the horse with everything that he got, that he didn’t care about the beads of pre-cum that sid down the slickened, sweaty shaft of the human.
Nor did it seem to care that it’s own long fuckstick, a beefy, meaty organ of gargantuan length and even hotter throbbing, veiny stench, bellowed out ropes of pre-cum into the water, spurting the clear substance as if it were already throbbing deep inside something and bursting it’s thick seed. The water rippled as the clearish substance sloshed into it goopy, ropey strings.
But soon that wasn’t what Aaron’s eyes focused on.
What might have drawn those horsefucker eyes away from that thick, godly horsecock, you ask? Why…
A puffy, sweaty, darker, lovely donut attached to a large, steamy butt.
Yes, the Mudsdale turned around completely at this point. Aaron had been too focused on that gorgeous baby maker that he didn’t even realize that.
It walked backwards with gusto, walked backwards with a dominating presence. One step after the other, dispersing the cold water across the naked, hard human’s body. That horse butt just appeared close to Aaron.
Those cheeks reeked of masculine wet dirt, of sweat. Two enormous globes, muscular and strong and enriched with hours of hard labor and rest and pure raw manly power. Sweat dripped from the round, curvaceous globes like hot steamy rain pouring down a window, slick and moist and burning against the steamy brownish tan fur of that fat rear.
It was a stinky, manly odor wafted from that fat ass as it bubbled and jiggled and flexed back and forth with every hoofstep of the magnificent pokemon. The darker valley between those two gigantic orbs was a darker shade of black-brown, dividing the seas with a large, puffy anus that gasped and winked with an inherit, deep bred. Stretching from there came the balls, large and black and dripping with sweat and throbbing with the need within them.
What more could Aaron have done beyond practically falling forward into the ass of the horse?
His hands clutched the thick coarse fur, feeling through soft little subby gasps and whimpers. It wasn’t born of thoughts, not in the least; it was a borderline natural, instinctual reaction to dig his face into the horse’s butt, to press his lips against the puffy lips of the horse’s donut and moan breathily into it. It was right, it was perfect.
Scchhhhliiiick~! ShlOooOoooock, m-mmm-mmmmmmmMmmmm~mmammphhhh~
Indecent, vulgar sounds came from Aaron’s throat as he made out with that sweaty hole, his tongue dabbing and prodding and probing it with a needy exhale of steamy breath, his face
coated
in manly horse sweat and sticky with it; grimey, elastic, and stretching to stay attached to his face as he removed himself for a second to breath… before diving right back in.
Long goopy strings of pure coalesced sweat and stringy grime coated his face, a sheen of the horse’s bestial musk plastering his face in its sticky goodness. His tongue could taste the
stink
of the horse, of the manly, hot, steamy warmth cascading his face like he was staring right into a shower head on full blast.
FffF~~~Fhuuuck~! Schchhhloooooock, scjloiick, glliii~Iiiiick~
Aaron
munched
on that horse butt. He gripped the two globes and spread them wide to allow himself to dig his face deeper between, feeling the hefty weight of the butt cheeks squishing his face cheeks as he ate the horse out. It was intoxicating, maddening, completely twisted and yet so fucking
right
.
It was making him drunk off the manly stench. It was beyond overpowering, it was infecting his mind. The horse bucked backwards, hooves stomping the cold water. Aaron had completely forgotten why he was there, where he was, everything. His entire world right now was that sweaty musky horse ass he was eating.
His moans rippled the water, his legs shaking from keeping him upright, face planted firmly and deeply into the donut. His nose pressed right up against the ridge of it, his tongue deep inside and licking and sucking and
slurping
that horse hurt, his fingers digging into the muscular flesh of that fat ass, his eyes a wide sort of glazed over look to them.
Indecent noises, lewd sounds, the host of depraved happenings splurged forth in thick goopy moans. He dug himself deeper into that hole, his face squishing against the spread out cheeks, clawing at the butt to keep them spread as the horse only allowed the human to continue, his thick fat cock spurting more and more goopy, gooey precum into the water, splashing like a bucket of liquid being thrown out onto the water, loud and lewd and oh so fucking
good
.
SCH~HHLUuUUUUUUuuUuUUU~~RRP~PP~!
That sound was music to Aaron’s ears, a beautiful cacophony of pure, vulgar lewdness. Thick splotches of juices from the deep insides of the horse spurted around the thick cork that was Aaron’s entire
face
. Anal juices tasted amazing to the thickly lust drunk human, adhesion the skin somewhat to the butt of the horse.
Seconds bled into minutes, the hot rays of the sun were nothing compared to the hot fumes of masculine stink that wafted from the horse. Aaron was
feasting
, he was eating his way deep inside the horse. The way the Mudsdale lifted its tail to allow the thirsty-for-ass trainer to dig deeper was orgasmic to the human who indulged.
Dri~IiiIiip… dripdrip… schlllLliiiiick, SchhhHhhhll~OoOOoockkkk~
Aaron attempted to step closer to shove his face
deeper
into that fat horse butt, but he forgot that he was in a pond, and on a slipper slope on the pond.
SPLASH!!!!!
Aaron fell butt-first into the water. He recoiled and thrust his head forward, licking the air stupidly in a lewd attempt to keep his face attached to that godly butt. The slick
peeling
sound of his skin coming off tha sweaty, musky, masculine horse ass was profoundly deviant…. But oh so right.
Aaron scrambled to get upright again, he was in such a daze that his head was spinning. There was a deep static in his brain, sizzling between his ears and eyes that manifested in pure, drunken lust for horse donut. There was nothing in his brain beyond the sight of that horse butt…
But then he was nudged back into the water.
The horse had turned swiftly in place, the sturdy, muscular body shoving him back on his ass with as much ease as a car nudging a cardboard box. A huff of steamy horse breath escaped the beastial thing’s nostrils as he stared directly into Aaron’s eyes.
There was one very telling thing in the creature’s eyes. The throbbing of long juicy, goopy strings of pulpy precum
splashing
into the water as if that massive, throbbing, slick, hot, stiff, sticky horse cock was a bucket just unleashing its contents out upon the world. Those
aching
balls
needing
release.
He wanted something tight and warm to breed and impregnate, and Aaron’s fat little ass was more than a perfect sheath to spread apart and
sl~llliiiIiide
deep inside~
.
In a flash the horse was upon him. He blinked and the towering figure was already overtop his body, that massive horse schlong bouncing in his face, spurting healthy, deep doses of pre-seed onto Aaron’s face. The human blushed deep.
He sniffed the air tentatively, as if this godly being before him would ever forbid him sinking and swimming in his smell. The air was thick with it: sweat and grime and pure overwork. Intense tremors ran through his body as Aaron took his natural submissive role.
As if humans were made to only be fucktoys for thick stallions like this Mudsdale.
Aaron went onto his knees, hands reaching up to grasp at those
phat fucking
nuts
. The black spheres felt so hot, so boiling warm, to his touch. They pulsed with a needy gurgle to spurge offspring deep into whatever accepted his dominance.
He could feel the balls throb as precum splashed onto his face.
Thick, goopy strings.
FUCK it felt so FHUCKING
GOOOD!
The sticky mess of his face, plastering it in a clear sheen of pure beastial musk.
It was like the horse was peeing on him, it was so much…
Aaron worshipped those horse genitals for ages, just rubbing his sticky, drenched face in the thick, leathery cock that throbbed and slapped his face. It was so hot, it was so thick, it was so wrong and so right. The medial ring pressed warmly, indenting his cheeks causing him to moan at the fact that he was rubbing his face on a
stallion
.
On a whole separate species….
O~OOoh fuck…
Aaron soon got on his knees and turned his back to the beast,
wrenching
his eyes away from that massive fuckstick and balls, his mouth heavy and panty with ass smell and sweat wafting from it. Fuck he wanted to kiss the horse, make out with the horse’s mouth, but he couldn’t.
He needed that fat cock inside his butt
NOW
.
And god did Mudsdale oblige.
Imagine a small hole. Meaty, succulent, pink and sweaty and pulsing with a needy whine and growl to have something stuck in its aching depths. And then a large black meaty organ, slick and sweaty and warm and wet and sticky, pressing a thick block two times the circumference of the needy hole, and jamming that hot fuckstick inside.
That’s effectively the scene that happened.
“AHhHHH~HHQAHHHHISHD FHUCUK~! JIJKJLLK~!”
The sounds that came out of Aaron was not natural, but then again, it was considered unnatural for a man to be mating with a Pokémon. But these sounds were intense, they were gututal, they came from the gut that was being rearranged.
“F~FHHUCK~!! SO FHUUUUCKING BIG~! MMPOHGIGG~!”
That fat fucking cock was so hot, it burned deep inside. The beastial snorts of lust and splashing waves as Aaron screamed to Arceus up above was music to the slut’s ears, even as the pain and pure, unnatural-natural pleasure.
PLAPP~!! PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPALPALPL~PLP!LPL!PLP!LP!!P!L!!
FUCK~!
THE
FUCKING
SOUNDS!
To Aaron they were beyond holy, they were beyond gospel, those sounds of a horse cock and balls slapping against his bare ass and stretching his cute hot pink little butt was beyond the most truth the universe could ever muster to utter into his ears. FUCK the Unowns, Arceus, Eternatus or whatever.
HORSE COCK
was his
GOD
.
The rough vulgar sounds of that cock stretching him… Oh FUCK! He was being fucked by the horse!! That thick fat fucking cockhead
spread his guts, his legs were trembling as his cheeks were spread even wider, his body failing him as that massive head pressed nice and tightly up against his prostate.
And it was only a few short thrusts inside him…
That cock was
boiling
. Leathery and thick and sticky, large veins that felt like mountains on a flat plane of the cock pressed against every active nerve inside him. Long ropes of even stickier precum
splurted
even deeper inside him, bemoaning him, causing thicker, stickier, gooier squirts to slosh out of his rapidly-loosening ass to leak and splash down into the little pond.
PLAP~! PLAAaAaaaaAAP~! PLAP~
Those swinging, hefty, heavy black studly balls of the stallion touched and pressed warmly against Aaron’s butt, the euphoric feeling of the beast’s genitals touching him, of feeling that aching,
drooling
cock
slide a few inches deeper
.
“
FH~HHCHHUUuuuUUCUU~K! MEWMRME!!! SO FHU~UUUCHukING DEEEEP!!~!!! G~GET D~EEEeeEPRZER~! MAKE ME CARRY~YOUR FOALS!!!!”
Aaron screamed as he arched his back, digging his knees into the soupy mud of the floor of the pond to angle himself so the blessed cock could slide even
deeper
.
Every
aching, throbbing
inch
pummeled the poor boy. The leathery feeling destroyed that bubble butt, the obscene sound of thick balls
SCHLAPPING!
against boybutt was beyond
intoxicating
.
His entire body was boiling hot as warm steam lifted from him, water splashed with the thrusts as throbbing inch after throbbing inch
disappeared
deep inside him.
Deeper… FHU~UuUU~UUCVK~~~~ DEEPER~!!!
FUCK~! INCH after FHUCKING
INCH
! It just disappeared deep in his tummy! He could feel it in the deepest core of his body, pushing out his stomach in such a vulgar bulge that it plapped into the water, jetting splashes into the air with the obscene distension of his gut, thickly throbbing through his skin in warm pulses.
Aaron's mouth hung open in complete and utter horse-fuckhole overload, feeling (and WATCHING) every fat shot of horse cum pummel against his stomach, filling it like a fucking
WATER BALLOON
. The sounds that spilled from his mouth, that same mouth that had already committed such depraved acts with this horse, were barely audible. At least to his own ears as each cumshot
THUDDED
in his woozy, spinning skull.
No, they were lewd, submissive, completely and entirely
helpless
GASPS.
SHHHhHHLU~~UUCKL~! PLAP~! PLAAASHHHPPPPH~! PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLP~!
F~FHUCUK~! MWEMN!~!!! SO MUCH!! S~SHHOOOO MU~UUCH~!
Fuckfuckfuck it kept on coming. He couldn't even
feel
the
flared
,
ridged
tip of that massive, equine cock anymore. Just a full, rapidly growing ball of HORSE CUM deep in his stomach. Fucking inflating his slutty body with gallons and
fhucking GALLONS of HORSE JIZZ!
PUMP~! PUMPPUMP~! THROOOB~! SHCLIK~! GLLICK~!
Oh god oh god oh fuck oh FUHHCHKKKKKK~~!~
MMPH~! H~HO~OOLLLLY FH~HUuuUUUUuuuCccc…. MMOH~! SHCLIIIICIK, SHLOOOCK, GLLCI*ILK~!
Just as it began to feel like Aaron or his poor, bloated belly wouldn't survive another ounce of Mudsdale's
phat
fhucking
load, that cock finally stopped.
Well, stop… the word isn’t being used properly, in actuality, the volume decreased a little, but that
thick fat fucking foal babymaker DID NOT STOP! FH~HUhHHUUUCUH~CKK~! DID IT NOT!
Cum
fucking OVERFLOWED
Aaron. It was powerful. Thick goopy strands of nothing but infectiously thick and flooding cum overstuffed his insides.
GLICK~! PUuUuU~MP! SHLICK, GLO~~OoOO~O~P
A disturbed sort of
MmmM~MmmmaaahhpphH~HHhhhghhhH~GHhhgHhhHh,,,,
slithered out of Aaron’s fucked-stupid face, his eyes straining as the pleasure built with him.
Plish, splish, splash, splish~
His own cumshot trickled into the lake, pitiful to the torrential flooding deep within him.
Or the waterfall behind him.
Cum
ERUPTED
out with force, with a heavenly sound of thick goopy strands hitting the water like thick paint against aluminum, forcing a sound of wonderful lewdity to flourish from it. Dysrhythmic sounds of lovely, white, seedy fun.
And like that, Aaron took the last few gasps he could make out as that wonderful
phat throbbing horse cock
pummeled against his
broken
prostate
once more before he collapsed.
The long, thick shaft of the godly beasts
sliiiIIIiI~IiIiding out
with a
Hot,
wet:
P~POP~!
ShliiicK~
Shcloock, glick…~
And the last thing that Aaron heard before he blacked out was a snort, and deep breath of hot, musky horse air, and the trodding of hooves splashing through water.
~~~
The light of his small cabin nestled between
the rolling hills was bright against the quickly darkening night sky. Misty fog rolled through the hills that were dotted with the few opulent glistening blades of grass holding the last water of the day.
The door was flung open, hitting the wall with a dull
THUD
.
Aaron crashed into bed, his naked, sweaty body glistening and warm and moist. He grunted with a thick, distributed tone as his aching body wrapped itself in the sheets. A stench of thick manliness stunk, clung to him like a vaporous creature begging for attention. He had washed himself in the lake, and as expected it had not worn off.
His bines ached, his stomach was worn out and his ass…
GOD his
ASS!
It was destroyed. Completely and utterly, whatever left he had that could be called similar to the hole he once owned is gone – replaced utterly with a
cumdump SHAPED by giant fhuckign horse cock
.
God he could still feel that massive god beating his prostate and milking himself with his body…. Aaron shivered and covered himself with more blankets, a heat stirring in his loins as he thought about what had happened. A dry feeling clung to his tongue as he panted.
F~FhuuuuuUUuUUuuck horse cock was so GhhhooooOoOooood.
He wanted so badly to have that feeling again. That godly, arceus loved feeling of a thick fucking horse inside him. MmmMMmMph that flare biting his prostate, that medial ring pushing past his already well-stretched anus and marking him as a mare for the manly titan….
Fuck he needed some water…
Aaron peeled the sticky warm blankets of himself, not even realizing his full-mast hardon leaking profusely a stream of clear white pre-cum. He trudged across the wooden floor, gently opening his fridge to grab some cold water.
But then, in the window… he saw something.
It was a reflection of a reflection, but his eyes caught it.
He never really cared that his house was near the stables – most people disliked having it because of the smell but Aaron never really minded and it was cheaper – but now he really noticed.
In the corner there, reflecting twice over in the beams of moonlight, grazing softly… was a Zebstrika.
More streamlined body, fur glazed over with sweat and musculature, curved like polished riverstones and as shiny as them too. A thick black donut, puffy and pulsing, was just
hanging
there! So
obscene! S~Someone should put that away…
God the taint, masculine and strong even double reflected, leading like a winding trail to the fountain of youth, to thick black balls that seemed to sting his eyes with their scent even through the glass.
And he could barely make out a hardening shaft…
Aaron felt an aching in his stomach, and a quivering in his legs, as he realized what he needed to do. What he was designed to do, what Arceus had created him to do. To get…
To get fucked by horses.
It was going to be a long, long night for him~~