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For once, Lars was entirely sober. Midnight romps at Pokemon boarding centers were something he didn't want to compromise with a buzz. Such fence-hopping was an act he picked up by spending time with another unscrupulous Pokemon fucker. They had done so together with high blood alcohol levels, but Lars wasn't confident enough to go alone and inebriated.

Most boarding centers had little in the way of security beyond easily-scaled fences. People simply didn't harass Pokemon that could defend themselves if pushed. Lars climbed a tree nearby which overhung the property. He dropped, tucked and rolled, coming up with only a few grass stains on his pants. The red panda crept through the property without a flashlight, grinning luridly at the thought of some strange.

The Pokemon which were holed up in these glorified daycares were very often pent-up. Being terribly horny led to bad behavior in many Pokemon and the boarding centers sorted that out with direct intervention. Not very many people openly boasted that they masturbated Pokemon for a living, but it was an honest dollar. As he neared the kennels, Lars thought playfully that he was about to volunteer his services like a perverse Secret Santa.

More prissy Pokemon were kept inside. Lars knew to search the covered stables. The Pokemon large enough to copulate with an adult could often be found out there. He thought back on the Rapidash he had first had his way with on that shitfaced night. Standing on a crate to fuck a mare was a suitably disgusting thing for a drunk and horny red panda to do. Lars hoped he might find another such creature.

Lars perused the stables, passing by indifferent Pokemon which paid him no mind. Off in a corner of its own, making use of a milking machine, was a short and pudgy creature known as a Miltank. It looked up at Lars as it switched the pump's impartial suckers to her two lower teats. They were all puffy, each drooling rich cream. She smiled coquettishly at the red panda and waggled her ball-tipped tail side to side, brushing around hay.

"Well hello there," Lars purred, walking past other Pokemon milling about the stable. All were female. The boarding centers segregated by gender for reasons Lars was about to demonstrate. He knelt at the cow-like Pokemon's side and lay a paw upon her warm belly. She touched her chubby-fingered hands to his and tilted her head with a smile.

To make his presence as unambiguous as possible, Lars kneaded his crotch and drew her attention to the lump of his erection. Coyly smiling, he said suggestively, "Gosh, coming all the way out here leaves a guy thirsty." He brushed a swollen teat with his thumb and cooed, "I don't suppose I could have a little drink?"

The Miltank smiled as slyly as her new admirer did. She reached down and clutched the teat but when Lars leaned in to suck it, she squirted her cream across his snout. Lars flinched and blinked, then grinned. "Tease."

She patted his crown and pulled him closer by his head fur. Lars in turn wrapped his lips about her thick nipple and started suckling. Almost immediately, the cream flowed thick and heavy. Though Lars was accustomed more to homogenized, cold milk, he found its sweet taste delectable. It soothed his ails right from the tap. The manner in which she stroked his head made him rumble and swish his tail. To feel even closer to the maternal creature, Lars hugged her chubby body and smushed his lips into the blubber. She reached for his wide pelvis and rubbed it, then palmed the bulge of his erection. Lars puffed around her teat and pushed his cock into her mitt. The Pokemon in turn gave it a gentle squeeze.

The red panda broke off from his drink, shuddering at her touch as the milk ran down his chin. He chained kisses down her fat belly and squeezed her bulk in his arms. The milking machine was in the way but he nuzzled around its suckers and felt a little envy for them. He also harbored the idea of putting one to work on a specific part of his own body - but kinky explorations were for another time, he told himself.

In line with Lars' motives, the Miltank sat back and perked out her loins. Of course her body was very chunky and it was difficult to tell where the abdomen ended and the pelvis began, but Lars located her swollen, hot vulva by smell and sight. He teased across the clit with his tongue and remarked to himself just how attractive her box was. Its shape reminded him of the mare he'd been with; and that in turn was not unlike something belonging to his own species, merely larger and puffier.

Lars wriggled his tongue through the folds of the Miltank's pussy. She cooed and splayed her chubby legs further. With a gentle touch she stroked through the fluff on his head and rubbed his round ears, but at no point did she pull him in or otherwise demand greater attention. Lars tended to her accommodatingly enough, she felt. Though sloppy and sometimes an unintentional rapist when drunk out of his head, Lars was skilled in the act of cunnilingus when in his right mind. He parted her pussylips with padded fingers and lapped with much hunger across the musky pink within. Her body was sweaty, for the night was hot and humid, and the panda drank up her perspiration just as readily as he had her milk. Through it all, his penis ached in his jeans.

He couldn't have expected the Miltank to open his fly with her inarticulate fingers so he did that for her. She then pulled apart the denim flaps and revealed his cock below his boxers herself, and the sight of his big, black manhood made her smirk. Evidently she was used to playing with her own trainer, or others at the boarding center had been with her already, because she showed no shyness in groping and stroking Lars. She ignored his dangling balls in favor of the shaft. Lars, whom shuddered into her muff, thought that was just as well.

The red panda slopped his tongue along the ceiling of her vagina, right over her g-spot. It wasn't always present in Pokemon, but plainly it existed in the Miltank whom gasped and let loose a sharp little moo. Lars laughed at the sound but appreciated the enthusiasm behind it. He went for the spot again and squeezed her fat body as he licked. The Pokemon puffed her nostrils and bucked against his snout, and Lars couldn't possibly deny her the pleasure she was craving. He ate as if he craved her, slobbering and suckling her plump cunt until his snout was wet with sweat and vaginal juices alike. When he did at last pull back, she cast off the suckers and tackled Lars to the floor.

After a silent landing in the hay, Lars looked to the Miltank with an uneven smile. He wasn't sure what she might do, but he had it narrowed down to a couple of acts. She threw him off a bit when she pulled his bottoms off all the way. It turned out he was wrong altogether, however. She took one of the milking machine's suckers, still wet inside with her cream, and plunged it down over Lars' erection. This retracted the foreskin sharply and made him grimace and its o-ring sealed tightly around his meat, forming an implacable seal. Lars worried at first that the suction might be painful, but when it began it was only pleasant. He moaned sharply then covered his maw self-consciously.

As her new friend was fellated by the dispassionate milking machine, the Pokemon lifted his full balls and kneaded them eagerly. She thought of the seed filling them and admired the great swell. This was a short-lived moment of wonder, however, and she revealed that her kinkiness matched Lars' when she flopped to her belly and gracelessly crammed her snout under his balls.

Lars popped his eyes wide open and looked down his body. But instead of gazing on the Miltank, he focused on the milking machine's sucker and watched as it suckled down, released; suckled down again, released again, making his penis breathe in its translucent tube. The combined effect of the sucker and the Miltank's huge, rimming tongue had Lars fit to burst in short order. He held his legs high for her, gripping his thighs to hold them up.

"Yyyou," Lars strenuously huffed, "are gonna make me cum very quickly, you know..."

The Miltank could say nothing, couldn't even laugh, but she seemed to shake with a chuckle. She dug her long, nasty cow tongue deep into the panda's asshole and slathered it across the roof of his anal cavity. Whether mimicry of his earlier play or a technique she used often, she plainly owned it with her big tongue. Lars groaned through his clenched jaws and flitted his bushy tail erratically. There was no holding out against such an incredible tongue, and that was it: he came. It was a shameful release. He first imagined, then watched with dismay as the sucker tainted the decanter of milk with his semen.

The slutty pink cow lapped deeper and deeper, working her strong tongue as far into Lars' squirming anal passage as she could. Its length tickled parts of Lars he had forgotten about. Even as his afterglow settled in, she continued eating him out. She pulled back only after the panda huffed to her that he had already gotten off.

Now the Miltank plucked the sucker off of Lars' cock. The panda grunted, then sighed, and his shaft rapidly fell slack. She climbed up over the red panda and settled upon him with her chubby weight, swaying her tail back and forth happily.

"Aren't you grumpy that I can't screw you now?" Lars teasingly asked.

The Pokemon bumped her nose to his and smiled. She shrugged and cuddled up close. Lars had wanted to leave quickly after his busting his nut, but he found it hard not to snuggle the cow, if only for a little while.