...ealed my hole, and I knew from experience that his huge bludgeon would be stuck inside me for a goodly while. Machamp wasn’t late to take advantage of that. Using the stability Rhydon had provided, he started fucking me in earnest, with long, hard strokes. His leg muscles lifted me a bit off Rhydon’s cock on every upstroke, causing it to tug on my outer labia. As Machamp came, he thrust up with all his might, completely lifting me off Rhydon’s bulge. The gallons of cum that had thus far been contained within me rushed out, and most of Machamp’s load joined it soon.
Finished, Machamp dropped me on the cum-covered ground beneath them. I lay there panting while they left, not caring that the muddy mess I was lying on was getting stuck in my fur. My pussy was smarting, from having Rhydon’s bulge torn unceremoniously torn out of it, and I wondered if giving birth could be more painful than that. Probably. But there was no reason to give up everything yet… despite the quantity of sperm that had been within me, and the time it had spend there, I would not get pregnant unless there had been a fertile egg there at that time, which was not certain in any way. Having thought that thought, I dragged my way to the pond for my nightly bath.
I was lucky. I didn’t get pregnant, and the day after,...