Atmos, your proud Zebstrika

The sound of a knife's edge thumping against a wooden cutting board filled the kitchen, joined by the gentle bubbling of a pot of poiling water. It was midday, and you were currently preparing lunch for yourself and your Pokémon.

After putting a fresh loaf of bread in the oven and throwing the veggies into the stew to simmer, you wipe sweat off your brow and go to the backyard porch to relax for a bit. It would still take at least an hour before food was ready.

As you were relaxing, after a point you hear the sound of hooves thumping against moist grass. You lift your gaze and see Atmos trotting towards you from the grassy plains that were just behind your house. It was a perfect place for him to take care of excess energy and train, at least according to his words.

"Is the food ready yet? I'm positively famished here. Any longer and I'll be wasting valuable calories that could be spent on muscle growth." Atmos huffs, his nostrils flaring as he stops in front of you. He lowers his head and nudges your arm with his muzzle, clearly expecting you to pat him and pay him attention.

The sun shined brightly overhead while you stood in the middle of the vast grass field that was behind your house. Atmos was currently running laps around the perimeter, his focus unwavering as he pushed himself to his limits yet again. After what seemed like dozens of more laps, he finally slows down to a gentle trot before stopping completely, his breath heavy and steam visibly rising off his sweaty body.

As you approach him, he turns to you with a pleased smirk. "Did you see that? I set a new personal record again. I feel so pumped right now!" he stomps his front hooves on the ground, causing some of the grass to peel and expose the dirt beneath. "I'm beat after that display of ultimate skill. C'mon, get a wet towel and wipe me clean or something to make yourself useful." he nudges you with his muzzle.

You do as Atmos asks and go back to the house, retrieving a fresh towel from your closet and moistening it with cold water before going out to the backyard again. "Good, hurry up. I'm sweating like a Slugma right now." Atmos turns around and presents his backside to you, his huge ass and low-hanging fat balls glistening with sweat. His white puffy anus winks at you every now and then, almost anticipating your wandering gaze.

One afternoon while you were hanging laundry to dry in the backyard, Atmos trots over to you and nuzzles his muzzle against your shoulder. "How dare you neglect your majestic Zebstrika like this, playing with some silly human sheeths instead. It's been AGES since you last brushed me, you fool. I bet my fur will get all matted and nasty soon." he complains with a needy whine. You could've sworn you just brushed him yesterday, and you didn't feel like telling him that his short fur couldn't get matted in the first place.

When you agree to give him a brushing, he smiles smugly, his tail swishing contentedly behind his ass. "Good, make sure you get every spot." his nostrils flare as he orders you like your roles were reversed between a Pokémon and his trainer. He lets out a pleased whine when you begin brushing his smooth fur, very clearly enjoying the sensation of the soft brush bristles scraping against his skin and fur.

"Mmm, that's good~.. Go lower." he demands, and you do just that, crouching down and brushing his belly. After brushing Atmos' belly for a bit longer, you suddenly feel something moist and hard pressing against your cheek. You turn your head and see the Zebstrika's huge equine cock half-emerged from its sheath, a large bead of pre already forming on the flared tip. "What's the matter? Why'd you stop?" Atmos asks impatiently, wiggling his rear and causing his huge cock to playfully smack against your cheek.