A/N: Please be advised this chapter contains bestiality/Poképhilia.
Hannah already knew it was later than when she normally woke, as she started to come to. She sat up in bed and noticed Mach was already standing next to the bed, waiting for her. Mach began to whimper and knelt on the bed beside her, reaching out to her and gripping her arm.
"What?" she asked groggily. "What's wrong, Mach?" Mach whimpered more, pulling her toward him and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. The action surprised her, waking her up more quickly as she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to breathe clear despite the tightness around her torso.
"Oh, it's okay, Mach," she soothed gently. "Such a good boy. I'm okay. It's okay." She gently ran her hand over the ridges on the top of his head affectionately as she soothed him. Mach exhaled loudly through his nose before pressing his face against hers, their lips together. She wasn't exactly sure what he was doing until she realized he was mimicking kissing. He had seen Hannah's parents kiss affectionately dozens of times. And now he was trying to kiss Hannah. She giggled softly.
"Like this," she purred, holding his face in her hands and kissing his lips gently. He caught on quickly, moving his lips with hers. It was a little clumsy at first but got better with every kiss. He slipped the tip of his large tongue into her mouth and she gently suckled on it. She was almost too distracted to realize he was laying her back on the bed and moving his hands down to her hips.
"Oh… Mach, wait!" She started to try to protest but her short shorts were already off. Her t-shirt was coming off too. Mach stopped and stared at her breasts. He ran his tongue over each mound, teasing her nipples and suckling on them gently. Hannah whined in pleasure, arching her chest toward his mouth and squirming as she felt herself getting wet between her legs. Mach slipped a finger inside of her as he paid attention to her breasts with his mouth, rubbing her insides as she bucked her hips with the rhythm.
"Mach…" Hannah panted. "Mach… You're not supposed… Unnnghhh… Mach…" Mach seemed to be grinning. She was lost to his every touch, being brought to orgasm by his finger alone. She wasn't sure when he had time to undress himself, but he was already moving between her legs and teasing her entrance with the tip of his erection. Hannah shivered before rolling over onto her stomach and raising her butt in the air in front of Mach.
Mach was confused at first but gripped her hips and slid inside of her from behind. Now, Hannah could bury her face in her pillow as she moaned. Mach grunted softly as he began to thrust in and out of her. Hannah continued to whine and moan, still a bit raw and sore from the night before. But Mach's cock felt so amazing inside of her, she didn't want it to stop. Mach huffed and grunted, thrusting in and out of her rhythmically. It took a few minutes for her to orgasm, shaking uncontrollably as she did. Mach tightened his grip on her hips, moaning low and thrusting faster. She came to orgasm again as he came deep inside of her like the night before. Heat spread across her cheeks, embarrassed while trying to figure out how she had ended up in this kind of predicament with her Pokémon.
Once Mach's softening member slipped out of her, Hannah quickly went to go shower. She welcomed the warm water, standing under the spray and allowing her thoughts to wander as she cleaned herself up. She used her fingers to clean the Machoke sperm from inside herself as best as she could. She blushed as she watched it drip to the shower floor. She found herself wondering if Mach loved her, like his desperate holding and kissing would suggest. Or was that just supposed to make her feel better about being used as a breeding bitch for him? A sex toy for a Machoke. The thought made her laugh as tears ran down her face. She shakily used the shower water to rinse her face.
Hannah pulled herself together before turning off the water. She squeezed the water out of her hair before braiding it into one long braid instead of two. She wrapped the towel around her body and walked back to her room. Mach was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed. His briefs and belt were still on the floor by his feet. Hannah let the towel drop to the floor as she turned her back to him. She pulled on a pair of clean panties, then suddenly felt one of Mach's hands on her waist and the other kneading her breast gently.
"Hey, Mach, come on now…" she said, uneasily. She didn't ever really scold him because he had always been so good. She didn't want to yell at him now, because she was sure he didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing. He wasn't even doing anything wrong with how she reacted to it. Hannah gently pushed Mach's hands away and pulled on her bra. Mach made a noise of frustration, one hand starting to tug at her panties while the other one tugged at her bra.
"Mach, stop!" Hannah sobbed, finally reaching her breaking point. Tears poured down her face and her whole body shuddered with her sobs. Mach whimpered softly, gently pulling her into his arms and holding her close. He kissed her gently, but she only sobbed more. Mach nuzzled her gently, holding her a little tighter and making upset noises.
"I'm not a breeding bitch," Hannah sobbed softly. "I'm not… not a toy…" Mach stared at her sadly, holding her with one arm still as he gently caressed her face and hair with his other hand. She gently pulled away from Mach, pulling on a pair of denim shorts and a light blue t-shirt. She did her best to collect herself before going downstairs for some breakfast.