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Lenora hadn’t expected her husband’s conference trip to leave her feeling so lonely—yet here she was. As the museum’s assistant director, Hawes often traveled abroad to both represent the institute at conferences and the like as well as to obtain the hottest new information. It was an important job, but it sometimes took him away—and on occasion, his wife could be found pining for him.
Nacrene City’s Gym Leader was no intellectual slouch herself, but her true passion lay in battling. When split from her beloved hubby, she threw herself into training—as she did now. “Vector, focus on flashing those patterns!” she commanded her Watchog. “Get that Hypnosis more accurate. Swif, try to hit as many Tail Slaps as you can!” Her Cinccino cooed in response and flew in with a flurry of blows. “And Rodeo! Smash that training dummy to smithereens!”
Her team’s newest acquisition, a powerful Bouffalant from northern Unova, bellowed and charged down a cotton-stuffed dummy of a Gurdurr. Though he still had some wild pokemon qualities that would have to get trained out of him—he was especially belligerent and territorial—Rodeo had carved out a welcome niche in Lenora’s team. She nodded as the bull pokemon’s Head Smash obliterated the training dummy.
“Right,” she said, wiping her brow, “that’s enough training for one day. Go grab snacks and relax, I’ll clean up.” As her pokemon filed out of the training room, the Gym Leader set about cleaning up. She was a tall, confident woman just approaching middle age with dark skin and a magnificent do of tightly curled hair that spiraled upward. Rolling her shoulders, she got to work.
Truth be told, she did have assistants for this sort of thing… but the more time she spent away from Hawes, the more she was looking for things to occupy herself. She missed her hubby greatly!
A few minutes into cleaning up the room, she heard a chuffed bellow. Blinking, she looked over her shoulder. Rodeo was lingering in the room, fixing her with an odd gaze. Now that was curious… why wasn’t he eating with his cohorts?
“What’s the matter,” Lenora said in good humor, “wanted to help me tidy up?” The Bouffalant trotted in, his hooves clopping against the floor. “Or just feeling lonely yourself, big boy?”
After he approached, he nosed at her arm with his snout. Maybe it was just the exertion from his performance, but… his smell was actually quite fascinating. Heavy and musky, it was appealing in a wild, sort of animalistic way.
As Lenora looked at him again, Rodeo pawed the ground with his hoof and she noticed that the sheath that was normally tucked between his hindlegs was beginning to yield a cock—and what a cock it was! Long, powerful, thick as her arm; now this was something altogether.
“Oh my,” Lenora said. She knew what was happening. Many wild pokemon presented themselves sexually to leaders of packs or herds, and it wasn’t unknown for trainers to also receive such displays. Normally she would simply recall Rodeo and find him a proper pokemon mate but…
Well, perhaps it was just because her husband was away, but she found herself interested. Rodeo was quite large, after all, and she hadn’t had a good lay in quite a while. It wasn’t as if she would lie with another man… surely Hawes would be okay with her indulging her teammate for research purposes?
The Gym Leader reached over her hand and began to pet her appreciative teammate. Rodeo leaned into her touch, his voice low and rough as he snorted. She stroked his snout and scratched behind his ear, and he stepped even closer.
The nearer she got, the heavier the scent grew. It all weighed down on Lenora, making her feel light-headed from the overwhelming musk. In fact, it was almost intoxicating just how much she felt it sweep through her.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Rodeo?” Lenora asked. Her voice was thin and husky, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a hug. “Yes you are…” Burying herself in his neck-fur, she breathed in heavily and got an avalanche of musk. Oh yes, there was no doubt… this was a strong male in heat, and he was interested…
As she pulled back from his neck, Rodeo took the opportunity to lick at her with his long bull’s tongue. It was broad and warm and wet, and he licked a stripe from the base of her neck up past her jawline to smoosh against her cheek. The warmth of it made her shudder with delight. “That’s right,” she said, feeling pleased, “that’s a good boy…”
Stealing a glance down between his legs again she saw that his cock was almost fully unsheathed. Feeling puckish, she decided to help him along just a bit.
Kneeling down, the Gym Leader reached out with a confident grip to caress her pokemon’s cock. The bull snorted and shook his head as her grip alit on his rod, and she giggled. “Now now, Rodeo, remember your self-control.” With sure hands, she rubbed her touch up and down against his length, back and forth—the hard flesh played under her grasp and helped spur her bull onto even more interest. Self-control or no, he continued tossing his head, and Lenora’s eyes widened with delighted anticipation as his thick cock surged out even farther, his broad, flat tip starting to dribble a tiny trickle of gleaming precum. The sharp scent added to his own musk and left the training room smelling of a pokemon in heat.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” Lenora said. “Training so hard.” He wasn’t the only one feeling hot. Her whole body felt like there were coals dancing in her; the anticipatory flush of one who knew they were about to have some killer sex. “You deserve a reward…”
Stepping away, the Gym Leader smirked as she stripped out of her outfit. Once she kicked out of her shoes, her long, pleated pants were the next to go. She shook them out, folded them—no sense in destroying the press!—and set them aside. Her white polo was next; she loosened the ribbon around her collar to help slip it off.
Now she was clad in just her undergarments. Her bra was a simple striped affair, though necessarily large as it helped cup her generous bosom. Underneath it was a slightly plump, matronly form that Lenora knew added to, rather than took from, her appeal. Her curvy hips were caressed by a deceptively understated pair of frilly white panties. She kept her headband, though, as well as her loopy earrings. They were major charm points. Rodeo seemed more than happy to drink in his trainer’s beauty as she set it all aside.
He looked eager to see what she looked without those last barriers, but she wagged a finger at him. “Not quite yet,” she teased. “First…”
She knelt down, her eyes level with Rodeo’s now-fully-erect cock. Reaching out, she took it in hand again, this time leveling the massive member up to her mouth. The big bull grunted, his tail slapping against his hide.
He was far too big for her mouth to actually take in, of course, but that was fine. Lenora could worship him another way. She caressed his cock, lavishing it with attention and fondling it gently. Her tongue extended, she lapped up a bit of pre from his heavy flare. It was sharp and aromatic, and she shuddered as it slithered down her throat.
Moving her tongue further back along his length, Lenora showed him just how dexterous a human could be. Her tongue flickered behind the sensitive skin of his flare, making him tense, and then skipped down to gently trace a teasing circle around his medial ring. Rodeo certainly liked that, mashing his hips forward to thrust and hump against the air. With rich laughter, Lenora leaned further in to plant a big, wet kiss against his giant, hanging balls. The smell was even sharper here, reeking of sex in a way that drove her wild, and she brazenly licked them a few times. His hooves scraped against the floor in delight.
Pulling away from her pokemon, she was pleased to see that Rodeo had enough control to not just try and mount her then and there. Still worked-up, the bull nonetheless pawed the ground, grunting and chuffing in a way that left no doubt how badly he wanted it. Smirking, Lenora reached back to unclasp her bra, letting her tits flop free as it dropped down, and then she hooked a finger under her panties to tug them south. Rodeo bellowed with happiness at the sight of her exposed pussy.
“Right,” Lenora said, setting her underclothes aside. She found a gymnast’s bench that her smaller pokemon used for agility training; this would do in a pinch. Bending over, she braced herself against the bench and hoisted her ass high in the air. “This should serve as a breeding bench well enough,” she purred, her voice rich. She wiggled her ass at Rodeo, her wet pussy on display for him. “What do you say, big guy?”
For him, actions spoke louder than words. He half-trotted, half-bolted over to her, and Lenora’s breath left her in a chuff as her pokemon mounted her. He draped his hooves over her shoulders and snorted; his cock was rubbing against her belly.
“Go on, Rodeo,” Lenora said. “I can take it.”
With a grunt of pleasure, Rodeo hoisted his cock back and angled it until his flared tip was tickling against her vulva. Lenora’s voice left her in a choking exhale. “Ahhhhhh, f-fuck, okay Rodeo, let’s—hnnnn, ohh—”
He slipped forward just an inch or two, but that was enough to part her outer lips and make her voice depart. He wasn’t even in yet and she felt maddened! “Hahh… hahhh…” she breathed, putting everything she had into gulping for air. With another snort and a shake of his head, Rodeo decided enough playing around and shoved right in.
Holy fuck. Lenora saw stars as the room seemingly spun around her. He was huge, his thick bovine cock plunging into her small hole and spreading her inexorably wide. Her breath left her and for a moment she thought she was going to faint.
With another rolling snort, Rodeo pulled back, granting a moment’s reprieve, only to slam in even harder and deeper. Her eyes watered and she was left babbling incoherently, her voice weak and helpless. He slipped out and plunged in even deeper, his medial ring forcing her just that much farther apart. She squealed as his cocktip slammed against the back of her valley.
Confident he’d met her full measure, Rodeo stopped holding back. He plunged into his trainer’s pussy with long, powerful strokes, each one faster than the last, until she was taking as much of him as she could, second by second, her body weak with bliss and afire with arousal. She was glad for the bench she was slumped over; were it not there she would simply have collapsed, melting under the onslaught of her own sexual throes. She opened her mouth (what for, she couldn’t say; to praise Rodeo? Urge him even harder?) only for a long, almost bestial moan to crawl out of it. It was a singular, held sound that made it clear that she was getting pounded by something thoroughly wild, barely tamed, and enjoying every second of it.
The sensation of the flare against her inner walls was incredible. Like a toy that she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams. Jellied and weak, she zeroed in on it and cooed with unabashed bliss as it spread her vulnerable slit open; the extra squeeze of the medial ring shouldering past was something else entirely. Rodeo bellowed and bucked in again and she grinned, almost delirious. She really had him in her. A pokemon with a massive cock. Something as big as her arm and she was just taking it… she…
She came, her cunt squeezing unapologetically down around Rodeo’s massive rod, milking it for all it was worth, and her vision haloed with bliss as she slumped helplessly against the bench. Rodeo just kept right on fucking her, filling her orgasm-sensitive pussy with even more feedback, and she was here for every second of it.
Finally having enough, the bull roared and slammed home, making Lenora buck, and then it started happening. He was flooding into her, his thick, pungent cum splashing its way inside. Lenora’s legs quivered as bull seed plopped out of her slit and trickled down her legs. She heaved for breath. Holy fuck. Now that was good.
With her body helpless and weak, Lenora trembled as Rodeo pulled out, the sound like a suction cup. His cock was still spurting a few last little spurts of seed. With a lazy yawn, the bull trotted over and nuzzled his trainer, who took her hand and caressed his snout. Something told her he’d be listening extra hard in her next match with him.
Well, fuck. If that’s what it took to secure loyalty, maybe she’d have to give some special attention to the whole rest of her team too. Hawes would understand.