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Milk Farm
By: Cya Date: November 13, 2018, 3:44 am
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$250 a month.
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Re: Milk Farm
By: Cya Date: November 13, 2018, 4:03 am
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A strange, but urgent message had summoned the three Pokemon
trainers to a vast open pasture. The expanse of tall grass
stretched out before the young women at the trails end. Only a
few buildings dotted the landscape, standing out as a stark
contrast to the rural wildness that was home to various Miltank
and Tauros. The trio noted a sign which stated that they had
found the home of Whitney's Dairy Farm.
"This has got to be it." Misty declared.
"I wonder why Whitney messaged us. I have no experience with
Miltanks." A blue haired girl stated.
"Same here, I just got back from a contest in Slateport and
received the massage yesterday. Even though I wrote Whitney
back, she kept begging me to come out here" May explained.
"That's exactly what happened to me!" Misty exclaimed.
"Same here." Dawn added.
"Let's get to the bottom of this!" The crimson haired tomboy
took charge, leading the girls down the dusty path which led to
a ranch house in the front of the never ending fields of green.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
Barely a second passed, not even enough time for Misty to lower
her hand from the knocker, as a young woman opened the door.
Whitney stood tall in the frame of the doorway, her pink hair
framed her angelic face as two ponytails, held by twin small
yellow barrettes, kept her hair in place. She was wearing her
trademark gym attire which consisted of a bright white shirt
with pink stripes on each sleeve and a matching white pair of
short shorts that ended a few inches above her knees. Completing
her ensamble was a pair of black socks that reached the middle
of her shins and a pair of sneakers that had striped and
triangles of blue as opposed to the pink on her short.
"Can I help you?"
"We're supposed to be the ones helping you." Misty declared.
""Umm, you asked us to come here, remember?" Dawn quickly added.
"Yeah, but we don't know anything about Miltanks." May spoke up
from behind Misty.
"Oh, I asked you all for help?" Whitney felt a sweat drop form
on her forehead as she scratched the back of her head.
*Crash*
The trio of trainers all fell down simultaneously.
Misty leapt right back up. "You messaged us, asking each one of
us for assistance and you don't even remember?!"
"I'm sorry for bothering you all, but now that you're here, you
can still help me out." Whitney said, thoughtfully.
"Like May said, we don't know anything about Miltanks or helping
out with your Dairy." Dawn explained.
"No matter, it's easy!" Whitney smiled and walked past the
girls. "Come with me to the barn, my poor Miltank is sick and
needs some attention."
May, Misty and Dawn shrugged, but none could deny a Pokemon in
need so they rushed after Whitney, hoping to provide aid to the
sickly Pokemon. The red barn grew closer with each step the
young women took. As always, Misty spoke up, asking more
questions.
"How long has your Miltank been sick?"
"Umm, about a week now. I keep giving her berries and it does
nothing to heal her." Whitney replied.
A large pair of closed red barn doors stood towers over the
ladies as Whitney took a step forward and opened the up the
doors, revealing a terrible sight within: Dozens of cages lined
the walls, filled with women painted like cows! Professor Ivy
stood on her hands and knees while her huge brests hung low.
Next to her cage a sympathetic Nurse Joy and Lorelei gazed over
at the group of women while on the other side of the barn sat
Cynthia and a very angry Jessie from Team Rocket who yelled
defiantly at Whitney.
"You let me out right now or else!" The redhead barked, her
naked, white and black splotched breasts swaying back and forth
as she screamed.
"What the hell is this?!" Misty cried out.
"Your new home!" Whitney smiled and pressed a button on a remote
control, summoning a flurry of mechanical arms that shot out of
the barn and descended on the shrieking trainers.
The white gloves grabbed Misty and instantly shredded her top
while yanking down her skin tight blue jeans shorts. Soon, the
young red head was naked save for her red and white sneakers.
Meanwhile, May was dealing with the very same nightmarish
situation as the hands went to town, sliding her skin tight bike
shorts off of her creamy thighs, her shirt was removed at the
same exact time as Misty's. Dawn couldn't believe her eyes as
she was being lifted up and undressed by a pair of robotic arms,
she tried to wriggle free, but that only aided the machines.
"Beautiful!" Whitney grinned. "I have three lovely new cows, but
you don't look ready yet."
She punched in a sequence of buttons and a conveyor belt rapidly
came out of the ground, stretching from the back of the barn
until it stopped just underneath the suspended trainers. Each
girl whined, pleaded and screamed at the pink haired milk
farmer, but their shouts fell on deaf ears. Whitney was more
than happy to make room for the three lovely ladies and
commanded the hands to drop each girl onto the conveyor belt.
As soon as Misty's bare ass touched the rubber thread of the
belt, she tried to jump off, but the hands kept her in place,
adjusting her until she was on all fours. What happened next
truly pissed the tomboy off and fueled her desire to escape as a
series of latex binds strapped themselves over her ankles and
wrists. A similar procedure followed for both May and Dawn. With
all the girls firmly secured to the belt, the arms returned to
the ceiling, leaving the girls to look around, hoping that this
was all a terrible dream.
Whitney walked up to the three girls smiling. "I normally let me
machines do this part, but I think it'd be more fun to do it in
person, like how my uncle would've done things back in the old
days."
Misty had no clue what the pink haired Dairy Farmer was babbling
about. The poor Gym Leader from Cerulean was facing away from
Whitney, unable to see what the woman had in store for her.
Misty’s eyes widen due to the sensation of felt sharp needle
being jabbed into her left ass cheek. She could feel the plunger
being pushed down, sending the growth hormones flowing into her
viens. Instantly, Misty felt dizzy as she hung her head down,
looking at the straw covered floor of the barn.
"What the **** was that!?" Misty cried out.
"Just a little performance enhancing additive to really get your
milk going."
"Milk?!" Misty exclaimed, trying to wriggle free, but all her
struggling did was hurt her wrists and ankles.
Whitney approached May, drawing more growth hormones from a vial
she had pulled out from her pocket. After a moment, the syringe
was full. The pink haired girl flicked the syringe gently, happy
to see that there were no bubbles present inside the tube. She
put a hand onto May's bare ass, trying to steady the wriggling
girl for her shot.
"Calm down, May. You don't want the needle to break, do you?"
"No!" May cried. "I don't want any of this. I'm not your cow!"
Whitney ignored the girl's pleas and pushed the needle into her
left butt cheek, jist like the gym leader had done to Misty. May
experienced the same sensation of liquid being pumped into her
viens slowly. As the chemicals spread, May felt drowsy and out
of it.
"Now, it's time for Dawn to get her medicine." Whitney chuckled
as she reloaded the syringe for Dawn.
"I won't let you do this!" Dawn whined, trying to lift her leg
up to kick at Whitney, but failing miserably as the binds did
their job, holding her tightly by the ankle.
*SLAP*
A crackling sound rang out as Whitney slapped the blue haired
girl's backside, causing Dawn to whimper in defeat.
"That's much better."
There were nothing the trainer could do as Whitney pushed the
syringe right into her plump ass which caused the girl to
release slight cry. It hurt worse for Dawn since she was older
than the other girls. As the chemical concotion swam through her
viens, her vision grew cloudy as did her mind. The room swayed
as her breasts began to feel very sore and ached for release.
"Seem's like I didn't need to give you a full dose." Whitney
stated as she examined Dawn's breasts. "Well, you'll just
produce more milk."
The caged women stared out from behind the bars, wishing that
they could offer their support or do something to help the new
arrivals, but none could because it was feeding time. A trough
of grass appeared in front of each captive cow woman and they
were forced to eat. However, Jessie continued to shout and
demand her freedom. Unbeknownst to the redhead, a lone
mechanical arm snaked behind her and shocked her big plump ass
with a cattle prod. Instantly the former criminal lowered her
head and began to eat in submission. All that could be heard was
the grazing of the cow women and the gears turning as the
conveyor belt slowly pulled the girl's into a large metal box.
Misty, Dawn and May took one last look around the barn as they
were shuttled into this enclosed box like device. The door
sealed behind them and before they could utter a single word,
the roof of the device began to shower them with water, washing
them clean from the shower heads above. Next, a series of hands
emerged from the walls and started scrubbing the naked girls
from head to toe with oversized brushes that had firm bristles.
A few hands dunked their brushes into soapy buckets and
proceeded to covered the girls in a layer of soap and suds.
After a few minutes of this, the shower heads from the top of
the box turned on and washed the thick lathering of soap from
the trio. Once fully cleaned and the soap removed from their
flesh, the damaged was revealed, their sensation skin was bright
red from the brushes harsh bristles.
"Look at what it did to my skin!?" Dawn whined.
"What the hell was that for? We weren't even dirty!" Misty
barked.
"I want to go home!" May cried.
However, the machine wssn't finished and a new device shot out
from the walls. A pair of suction cups, perfectly suited for
covering each girl's budding breasts clamped on to Misty's
chest. Before she could scream, May and Dawn found their boobs
covered by the clear pink hued cups.
"What- What are these things?!" May asked in shock.
She didn't have to wait long for an explanation as her breasts
stared to feel pressure, growing larger as the air tight seal
pulled on her boobs. May could do nothing, but watch in horror
as her breasts started filing out the suction tubes. Milk soon
flowed from her sensitive nipples that seemed to grow longer.
While May was struggling to comprehend what she was witnessing,
Misty was dealing with her own problems. Unlike Dawn and even
May, Misty had always been fairly undeveloped. Seeing her flat
chest slowly expand and grow larger by the second definitely
made Misty happy, but when her nipples started to lengthen in
size, growing long like fingers, she felt sick to her stomach.
The elongated nipples started to clog the tubes which happily
started drawing milk from Misty's new udder like breasts.
“No!" Misty screamed, her voice a mixture of rage and fear.
As the tomboy shouted, Dawn looked down at her already decent
sized breasts and could feel them growing in size. Unlike both
May and Misty, her breasts were already leaking milk due to the
extra dose of Whitney's chemical concotion. The milk definitely
lubricated her nipples as the cups began to suck, drawing her
perky nipples deeper into the cups until they clogged the tube.
Dawn felt her face twist in horror as her nipples matched
Misty's, long like fingers and aching from their unnatural
expansion. Still, despite what they looked like, the trio could
not deny that their nipples were causing very sensual and erotic
feelings to engulf their bodies. Each pump of the suction cups
made the ladies quiver, their womanhood tingly and growing
moist, even dripping with the sexual juices of lust
A few spurts of milk eventually gave way to a stream of white
liquid leaving each of their elongated nipples. The release of
the fluid sent shivers of pleasure down each girl's spine. And
Dawn found herself cumming, her womanly seed dripping to the
rubbery surfave of the conveyor belt. She could only moan,
letting out a gasp of relief and ecstasy as she climaxed from
the feeling of her milk being sucked from her breasts.
Meanwhile, Both May and Misty stood on all fours, struggling to
hold the gates of their impending orgasm closed while biting
their lips. Misty especially didn't want to give in to her most
primitive impulse and when she did, her womanhood squirted a
fierce of gush of milky cum to the floor. She felt her legs and
arms grow shaky and collapsed to the tread of the belt. While
her mind was overwhelmed and momentarily distracted by the sheer
magnitude of her orgasm, the machine undid one of her ankle
restraints to prevent her from straining her ankle.
The trio breathed heavily as the machine pulled the cups away
from their breasts, satisfied with the amount of milk it
recieved. Each girl was too disoriented to notice that the
machine had finished milking them, but a new noise caught their
collective attention as walls opened up, interrupting their post
orgasmic hugh.
A row of jets, lined across the wall, blasted their bare skin
with a coat of quick drying white paint. Next, a pair of robotic
hands grabbed each jet, pulling it from the walls as a snake
like hose followed each sprayer. The girls could only sigh,
annoyed as the machine made sure that the paint was spread
evenly across each their bodies. It coated their stomachs, limbs
and butts. Suddenly a large fan came on from the roof and blew
warm air slowly onto the painted girls, drying the paint and
readying it for the next step.
"What now?!" Misty barked.
"I can't believe it painted us!" Dawn whined. "I look like a
freeaaak!"
Dawn yipped out loud, her complaining was silenced by a stiff,
rubber intruder being pushed into her tight sphincter. Misty and
May turned to see why Dawn had made such a bizarre sound and
caught a glimpse of a the gloved hand pushing what looked like a
fake Miltank's tail up the girl's ass.
Before they could even utter a complaint, the two petite girls
felt their backdoors being violated by the butt plugs. Each hand
gently, but quickly inserted the tip of a cold, rubber plug into
their asses. Misty squirmed and grunted while May cried as her
anus' virginity was taken.
Once the hands were finished, each trainer had a long tail
sticking out of their butts. They could do nothing since the
more they tried to push their plugs out, the warmer and more
irritating the devices became. Finally, the girls each let out a
sigh. They had been btoken, deformed and painted. What could
Whitney possibly do next to them that could top everything the
machine had put them through?
Suddenly, the fan quit spinning and the trio of white and black
painted, big breasted girls lifted their heads, staring at the
pink haired Dairy Farmer, who entered into the room via the
door, in disgust. From the entrance to the metallic box, Whitney
stood triumphant, towering above the girls who stood on all
fours. She smiled down at them and started talking to them.
"I think I'm going to make you three my prized cows." The pink
haired woman giggled. "Normally I never do this, but I wanted to
paint you all personally."
"We don't need to be painted, or milked, or whatever the hell
you've done to our breasts!" Misty declared angrily.
"Oh, but you do. My cows have to look their very best!" Whitney
stated before sitting down on a small milking stool next to
Misty."Besides, you should be thanking me! You actually have a
chest now!" Whitney started laughing like crazy as she was given
a paint brush covered in black paint by the mechanical hand that
came from the wall. She started painting Misty's ass.
"Hey!" Misty cried. "I may have been flat, but at least my
nipples didn't look like drooping condoms!"
"I think you owe me, you look better now than you did before."
Whitney replied.
Misty felt the rage overflow within her, she absent mindedly
drew her foot off of the belt and wound it up. The pink haired
woman stopped laughing and realized that Misty's leg was free of
her restraints. She was powerless to stop the incoming kick.
"Ahhhh!" Whitney cried as Misty's foot connected with her chest
kicking her square in the chest and sending her flying out to a
secondary conveyor belt that lay dormant on the opposite side of
the metallic housing.
*New Cow Detacted*
A mechanical voice declared as Whitney tried to stand up from
the belts rubbery surface. However, the machine wasn't allowing
a cow to wander off the line. A series of mechanical hands came
from roof and held Whitney firmly, stripping her lovely white
short shorts and matching top from her body. All that remained
was her sports bra and panties, but the hands shredded those
from her breasts and crotch in mere seconds, leaving her naked
as the day she was born.
*Cow Secured And Ready*
*ENGAGE MATING PROTOCOL*
Whitney felt her face turn as white as the clothes that had
just been stripped from her body. She knew she had to escape
quickly or she would end up being mounted by her prized Tauros!
The gym leader tried to crawl off of the line, but the hands
knew what she trying to and tied her ankles and wrists to the
belt just like she had done to Misty and the girls. Speaking of
which, the girls could only hear the machine churning and the
cries of a struggling Whitney. Even though they couldn't see
Whitney being stripped and manhandled by the same machine that
had ruined their bodies, the sounds of such commotion was mucus
to their ears. The symphony of sweet, karmatic justice would
become even sweater in just a few minutes, Misty knew as the
machine announced that Whitney was going to be bred with a
powerful Tauros.
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Re: Milk Farm
By: Cya Date: November 14, 2018, 3:24 am
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A row of jets, lined across the wall, blasted their bare skin
with a coat of quick drying white paint. Next, a pair of robotic
hands grabbed each jet, pulling it from the walls as a snake
like hose followed each sprayer. The girls could only sigh,
annoyed as the machine made sure that the paint was spread
evenly across each of their bodies. It coated their stomachs,
limbs and butts. Suddenly a large fan came on from the roof and
blew warm air slowly onto the painted girls, drying the paint
and readying it for the next step.
"What now?!" Misty barked.
"I can't believe it painted us!" Dawn whined. "I look like a
freak!"
However, the fan didn't spin long as it turned off, allowing
more gloved hands to appear from the walls, brandishing paint
brushes and paint cans. The hands wasted no time dipping the
bristles of their brushes into the darkest shade of black paint
imaginable.
Dawn was first to feel the harsh bristles brush across her
painted flesh. If the circumstances had been different, it might
of been enjoyable since the painting instrument tickled her more
sensitive spots. Still, the blue haired trainer did not have to
remind herself that she was being painted like an abstract art
project. Her stomach and ass were covered in black splotches,
much like a cow's fur natural fur.
While Dawn was painted, Misty and May endured the same
humiliation, being painted between their legs or around their
burgeoning breasts. The machine seemed to love painting at least
one patch of their asses black for some unknown reason, but
always left at least one cheek white. Needless to say, the girls
had no reason to question why it did that, but they'd recieve an
answer soon enough.
Once the gloved hands ceased their painting, the fan came on at
full force. A warm gust of air blew down upon the ladies, drying
another layor of paint onto them. However, the fan was quickly
shut down and the sound of a dor being opened could be heard
throughout the preparation chamber. The trio of white colored,
big breasted girls lifted their heads, staring at the pink
haired Dairy Farmer in disgust. From the entrance to the
metallic box, Whitney stood triumphant, towering above the girls
who stood on all fours. She smiled down at them and started
talking to them.
"I think I'm going to make you three my prized cows." The pink
haired woman giggled. "I just love branding my new cattle
personally."
"We don't need to be branded, painted, milked, or-" Misty paused
for a slight second before continuing. " Or whatever the hell
you've done to our breasts!" Misty declared angrily.
"Oh, but you do. My cows have to look their very best!" Whitney
stated before she was given a branding iron which glowed red hot
by the mechanical hand that came from the wall. She stood over
Dawn, feeling the high that only being in complete control over
another person can give you. A wicked grin spread across the
pink haired woman's face as she pushed the white hot end of the
iron into Dawn's ass.
"OHHH MY GODDD!" Dawn screamed at the top of her lungs as her
body barely endured the overwhelming burning sensation that
emanated from her ass check.
Once Whitney pulled the iron back, she spotted the Pokeball
emblem emblazoned onto the white cheek of Dawn's ass. Scorched
into her flesh forever.
Dawn couldn't only sob as Whitney made her way over to May who
was petrified with fear. The poor girl from Littleroot town was
in the throes of a panic attack and was about to start crying
herself as the leader of the Goldenrod Gym stopped right behind
her.
"What have you done to Dawn?!" Misty demanded over Dawn's loud
sobs.
"Just marking her, and the rest of you, as my property." Whitney
stated as the mechanical hand gave her a new flaming hot brand
that had a "ribbon" as the emblem. Whitney wasted no time in
jabbing the iron into May's undefended ass, holding the iron
firmly, allowing the burning design to be permanently mark her
skin.
"AHHHHHHHH!" May screamed so hard from that pain. Her body
quickly failed to cope and slumped over, blacking out from the
pain.
"Actually." Whitney spoke up while holding her index finger
against May's neck, checking her vitals. "That's not quite
right, I will chip you all later, but each brand will enhance
your appearance and make you look better."
"Better?" Misty questioned angrily. "You think painting us like
cows, pumping up our breasts and stretching out our nipples is
an improvement!!??"
"Yes, I do think it's an improvement." Whitney answered while
she exchanged the ribbon tipped branding iron for one that
featured a water drop. " You really should be thanking me. You
actually have a chest now."
"Hey!" Misty cried. "I may have been flat, but at least my
nipples didn't look like drooping condoms!"
"I think you owe me since you look better now than you did
before you came here." Whitney replied as she steadied her aim
with the iron.
Misty felt pure, unadulterated rage overflow within her, she
absent mindedly drew her foot off of the belt and wound it up,
ready to kick Whitney like a donkey. The leader of the Goldenrod
Gym stopped laughing upon seeing that Misty's leg was free of
her restraints. She froze in place, powerless to stop the
incoming kick that only took a second to land.
Ahhhh!" Whitney cried as Misty's foot connected with her chest,
hitting her square in the chest. The force of the kick sent her
flying on to a secondary conveyor belt that lay dormant on the
opposite side of the metallic housing.
*New Cow Detacted*
A mechanical voice declared as Whitney tried to stand up from
the belts rubbery surface. However, the machine wasn't allowing
a cow to wander off the line. A series of mechanical hands came
from roof and held Whitney firmly, stripping her lovely white
short shorts and matching top from her body. All that remained
was her sports bra and panties, but the hands shredded those
from her breasts and crotch in mere seconds, leaving her naked
as the day she was born.
*Cow Secured And Ready*
*ENGAGE MATING PROTOCOL*
Whitney felt her face turn as white as the clothes that had just
been stripped from her body. She knew she had to escape quickly
or she would end up being mounted by her prized Tauros! The gym
leader tried to crawl off of the line, but the hands knew what
she trying to do and tied her ankles and wrists to the belt just
like she had ordered the machine to do to Misty and the girls.
Speaking of which, the girls could only hear the machine
churning mixed with the cries of a struggling Whitney. Even
though they couldn't see Whitney being stripped and manhandled
by the same machine that had ruined their bodies, the sounds of
such commotion was music to their ears. The symphony of sweet,
karmic justice would become even sweater in just a few moments.
Misty only wished she could watch the bitch get her just
desserts as the machine announced that Whitney was going to be
bred with a powerful Tauros.
The leader of the Goldenrod Gym was removed from the metallic
box and carried through a barn door which dumped her into the
pen of her Uncle Milton's prized Tauros: Zeus. The look of shock
and fear only increased when she saw a new mechanical hand
appear from the barn, holding a spray bottle in its grip as it
heading right for her. With no place to run, she let the hand
spray it's bottle of Miltank pheromones all over her crotch and
pussy.
Whitney could hear the mighty Tauros' sniffing the air, it's
interesting perked. She turned around and came face to face with
the beastly bovine pokemon. It stood on all fours, covered in
light brown fur, baring a thick, darker brown mane around his
neck. It continued to sniff deeply with its dark brown nose.
Whitney stood petrified, staring into the creature's eyes, just
below the three prominent gray bumps which ran vertically down
its forehead. A pair of fierce curved, gray horns sat atop its
head, serving as an ever present reminder of what the pokemon
was capable of, if she pissed it off.
Whitney snapped out of her shock induced trance and tried to
climb her naked ass out of the pen, but more arms were summoned,
returning her to the dirty ground where they held her down on
her knees in a position similar to bowing. The arms lifted her
backside up, presenting her pheromone covered vaginal lips to
the Tauros.
Zues' hooves could be heard stepping towards Whitney and
suddem,without warning, she could feel his snout push into her
pusdy. Whitney froze, knowing what the pokemon had in mind while
she dreaded the inevitable. However, she was caught off guard by
her body's reaction to the bull pokemon's large tongue. This
animal version of foreplay definitely wasn't exactly what the
gym leader expected. She had witnessed Zues mount Miltanks
before and assumed that he went straight to work. However, he
currently was licking the outside of her tight lower lips.
Once his tongue penetrated her vaginal folds, Whitney felt her
body overwhelmed by pleasure, her eyes practically rolling back
into her head. The ever present feeling of the Tauros' large
thick, exploring tongue against her inner folds, caused Whitney
to grew wetter and wetter. She definitely hated to admit that
this bull was doing a better job of licking her pussy than any
boyfriend she ever had. Needless to say, she was heavily shamed
by the fact that she was enjoying this foreplay with her Uncle's
Tauros.
"Please!" Whitney begged. "Just leave me-" A loud moan escaped
from her mouth. "-Alone!"
Whitney fought with everything she was made of to resist her
body's natural response to the bull pokemon's exploration.
However, her body couldn't stop itself from squirting a bit into
Tuaros' mouth.This sudden vaginal discharge incited the bovine
pokemon, causing him to grow rowdy and bold. The creature took a
few steps and it was at that moment Whitney realized that Zeus
was directly on top of her, his fur rubbed against her naked
skin.
With a loud moo, Tauros mounted her, forcing his growing penis
into her tight pussy. Whitney felt ger eyes nearly bug out of
her head as Zeus' long member slowly snaked its way deeper into
her vagina. Whitney cried out in pain, she had never had such a
giant dick inside of her. She tried to squirm away, but the bull
pokemon had her right where it wanted her, using his weight to
pin her into position.
Now that his mate had been firmly locked into place, Zeus
started bucking back and forth, pumping his massive cock deep
into her. Whitney felt the pain fade away as each pump filled
her with pleasure, her body overpowered by sexual escatacy. She
started to drool as her brain could barely process this amazing
amount of pleasure. All she could do was moan like a horny slut,
begging for more all while the thick, bovine dick pulsated
inside her. The sheer size of his cock alone was driving her
wild, but the feeling of it pumping back and forth, vibrating
against her labia.
"Ugghh"
"Ugghhh"
"Ughhh"
Somewhere in her mind, she knew it was wrong, but still, she
enjoyed it on a primal level, moaning like an animal in heat. A
voice in the back of her head screamed out, begging for this
preversion to stop but it was drowned out by the pink haired
woman's moans of lust and passion. She ignored all rational
thought and kept pushing her pelvis into the beast, trying to
maximize the amount of dick she could accept. This movement of
her hips and pelvis did just that, driving the bovine pokemon's
large dick deeper into the woman's vaginal canal.
Sexual juices amplified the sounds of love making as both woman
and bull worked together in unison, rocking their bodies back
and forth until the motions had synced up. Whitney found her
breath to be shallow as she tried to breath faster while the
bull kept pounding her pussy, harder and faster.
"Uughhh, Tauros-" Whitney struggled with words as her body was
on the verge of climax. "Tuaros make me a woman!"
A deafing animalistic roar, of sexual release came, from behind
the nude gym leader as the pokemon unleashed his load of cum
into her. The disoriented and exhausted girl could feel the wet,
sticky results of their love matching slowly flow down her
thighs. The Tuaros, now flaccid, dismounted from the pale woman,
his massive dick slowly sliding out of her destroyed vagina with
sickening slurp. Whitney could feel the weoght of the Tuaros
lessen and realized that the sex was over. Still, her mind was
nothing more than a blank slate. She had been fucked so hard
that she sat there, drooling on her breasts, staring off at the
wall of the barn.
The End
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