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Stip-step-stip-step-stip-step.
Prancing in the sand of the roundpen, Absol moved forward only slightly with each repeat of the motion. Sweat hung off his fur in visible beads under the afternoon sun, and the smell of leather practically covered his senses from the bridle around his head. He could hear the clinking of metal from behind him, and as much as he wanted to stop, he couldn’t. Not when he finally might have it right.
He felt Lucario shift in the heavy saddle on his back, and a paw patting at his neck. “Finally, Absol… yer learnin’!” He couldn’t see it, but he knew the jackal was smiling. “Now yer doin’ it right. Just a few more rounds and yer done.”
He almost spat out an annoyed quip, but stopped himself just in time. The last time he had done that had earned him a Bone Rush crop to the flanks and a set of spurs to the barrel. Ponies don’t talk , his mind chided.
Stip-step-stip-step-stip-step.
God, he was so hot. His fur wasn’t built for the desert, but it had been his idea to come out here. Just had to grin and bear it. Or get some cooling pads for the saddle. Oh, that would be great. It would be just the-
His breath caught as he nearly messed up a step, and he knew his cowboy felt it. He could feel the bone hovering around his flanks again, the spurs rolling along his barrel. Quickening his pace slightly, he felt relieved as the tinge of aura rose from behind him. He didn’t need to be reined in, he was doing just fine.
Stip-step-stip-step-stip-step .
There was nothing more he wanted to do than buck this jackal from his saddle and fuck him senseless. It would be so easy too! Lucario was a good rider, but he was no broncbuster and they knew that. But he promised he’d earn his candy this time, and he meant it.
But fuck, was it hard! So was he, too! While the jackal might have the chaps and pants to hide it, the tack did nothing to hide the raging hard rod that bounced between his legs with each and every step. And Lucario knew it too! He could feel that bastard using those boots to rub it! He was aching , but if he came, that would mean restarting again . And he did not want to have to wait any longer!
Reaching the point they had started out hours ago, Absol realized that it was the final round. He just had to go around one more time without losing focus or cumming, and that jackal would finally let him have his way! The thought brought a rumble to his chest as he picked up his pace and lifted his legs a little higher, huffing in every breath he could get.
Stip-step-stip-step-stip-step.
He could smell the jackal now, he was so close! The leather couldn’t block that earthy, delectable scent of the jackal’s sweat no matter how hard it tried. The scent of a working man, who rode his pony like the cowboy he was and didn’t take no ornery beast under his saddle. The mon he had partnered up with, first out of necessity, then out of friendship, and now because he loved railing that hound senseless and being railed senseless.
The reins tightened, and Absol pranced to a stop as they finally reached the starting point for the last time. Trying to catch as much air as he could past the bit and the leather and the exhaustion, he dared not move as the jackal shifted in the saddle. He was not going to fuck it up at the finish line, no sir! Not even as his cock screamed for something to fuck and Lucario’s scent kept making him want to buck and fuck. Not yet!
For a minute, they sat there. Then two. Then three. And by the end of the four he knew the jackal was fucking with him, as he felt the boots rubbing his shaft again! His own knot pulsed painfully, and it took every ounce of self-control not to scream at the cowboy for messing with him. Just get out of the saddle already! I did it right! Please!!
The leather shifted and metal jingled as he felt the Lucario swing out of the saddle. “Well, now,” he heard Lucario begin, and barely stopped himself from flinching as he felt him slap a paw against his flanks. “Ya did it. Yer a damn good pony, Absol. Y’know what that means?”
Oh yes I do, now just hurry up! Absol thought as he heard buckles and belts coming undone. He finished to look back, just staring forward as he waited for the cowboy to finish. Lucario stepped past his vision after a moment, the muscular but lean pokemon cracking a grin as he felt the pants he had been wearing drop to the sand. He kicked them off, leaving on a pair of assless chaps, a rock-hard cock and a waiting hole for all to see as he walked up to the face right in front of Absol.
Lucario put his paws to the face, shifted himself to have his ass facing out and his tail to the side, and cracked a grin back. “Well, Absol?”
Fucking FINALLY!
Lunging forward, Absol mounted Lucario possibly faster than he had ever mounted him. He felt him grab the reins as he bit into the back of the jackal’s neck, and with a little shifting to put himself right up against the hound, he practically screamed a howl into his neck before plunging right into the cowboy!
A tight, warm and sweaty embrace met him, and within seconds, they were off. Thrusting away with all the ferocity of a dark-type, he huffed in breath after breath of the jackal’s sweat and musk into his nostrils as he viciously fucked the cowboy’s hole. The stirrups smacked against his sides repeatedly as he railed, and he felt Lucario yank and tug on the reins hard, over and over. And each time, he only thrusted harder, faster. Anything to finally show this cowboy what-for.
It was a fast affair. With how much Absol had been teased by the cowboy, and how much he in turn knew Lucario got off from it all, it was bound to be. He heard Lucario practically howl himself as he saw white explode forward into the sand outside the pen, and found himself ramming as hard as he could to try getting his knot in. Enlarged and red, it was resistant, but before long-
POP!
Absol screamed into Lucario’s neck as he bit down hard, a tinge of blood going into his mouth as a pulse left his cock and filled Lucario’s ass full of white, sticky love. His pounding didn’t stop, not even as he felt himself fill the jackal and then some with each pulse. The jackal moaned and begged for more as he went, reins pulled down almost entirely to keep Absol right up against him and filling , and he was in no mood to stop.
After today? This was only round one.