Sloppy Lopunny

Its been about five years since you woke up in the Pokemon World. Your career as a trainer has been less than stellar.

First, you found out that most Pokemon are actually really hard to catch. You can't just whittle them down in battles and get a lucky ball toss, oh no. You have to rescue a wild Pokemon from a band of thieves, or give it self-confidence, or teach it to respect others through a series of grueling trust-building exercises. It's nightmarish.

Then, there's the costs of actually owning a Pokemon. Those little bags of kibble they always showed on the anime? Super expensive. And you never knew how much a Raticate could eat until you found yourself stuck with one. So between the three meager Pokemon on your team (Wingull, Paras, and Raticate) you have to work full-time just to keep dinner on the table. Not to mention the cost of Pokemon vitamins, spray-cures for the various illnesses your Wingull picks up each year, antidotes for when your moronic Raticate attacks a Weedle, so on and so forth.

Yes sir, life as a trainer is harder than you ever thought possible. You've gained a lot more respect for people with a full team of six. Maintaining six sapient magic animals at once is a juggling act which demands a monstrous amount of skill and patience. (Two fields you never excelled at).

Stepping outside, you wipe the sweat from your brow as you take a break from working the furnaces inside the old iron factory. Just outside the factory is a sprawling wheat field which stretches as far as the eye can see. The tallest wheat stalks stand six feet tall and totally obscure your vision.

You have a remote place in the fields where you go on break and relax. Its nice and out-of-the-way; a place where you can get away from your goofy goodie-goodie coworkers for a few minutes.

Not that they're bad people by any means, its just that most people in the Pokemon World are too nice—too trusting. It's a little off-putting, if you're being honest.

Though you could stand to make a few more friends, maybe, you think to yourself. Five years and no girlfriend either. But, that's because…

You pull your Pokemon journal from you back pocket. Glancing at it, you roll your eyes and sigh. Out of the nearly sixty various species of Pokemon you've encountered in the past five years, only two of them were humanoid. You were never, ever going to fuck a Pokemon at this rate! Sixty species, and just *two* were humanoid.

One was a beautiful Gardevoir, too beautiful for words. It had such an elegant body, its flowing ethereal skirt hugged its ass and made it an alluring target for capture. You had done everything in your power to catch it, but that rose had thorns. It thrashed you back and forth with psychic energy and left your Pokemon unconscious. What an embarrassing loss… And to this day, you still weren't sure if it had been male or female.

The second was a Jynx, which had belonged to a visiting trainer. God, just thinking about it made you hard. She had had such stunningly human features (seriously, that "official art" from Earth didn't do her justice. She looked like a supermodel!) and her body, oh man. Those large violet breasts were held back by the *thinnest* red brassier you had ever seen. Once, when she had bent over to pick up a Pokeball, you saw her nipple poking out for a split-second. But those feelings were awkward, honestly. Despite being an unrepentant Pokephile, you didn't want to creep on a Pokemon owned by somebody else. Her trainer had seemed like an alright guy, so you left alone. But you swore if you ever saw another female humanoid Pokemon, you'd catch it no matter what.

Flipping through your journal pages, you stop to enter a bit of information about that Magnemite you glimpsed the other day. You never expected Pokemon to have so much texture or color. And the way they moved, the anime couldn't portray it as well as you had—

You stop. You stare.

There's a sound coming from deep inside the wheat field. A crunching, mushy sound—like chewing. There's no way that somebody else found your secret break spot, right? That means it must be a Pokemon.

Inching forward, you stick your journal in your back pocket and whip out an empty Pokeball (one of only four in your possession—those convenience store clerks are committing highway robbery!)

As you continue to creep closer, you begin to wonder if this is a smart idea. You're about fifteen minutes away from your workplace and surrounded by wheat stalks on all side. If you stumble across a Rhyhorn or something and get hit in the stomach, there's no way anyone's going to find you.

A tiny bead of sweat trickles down your forehead.

Well, if that happens you'll just live with the consequences. Part of being a trainer is exploration, right? As your free hand traces the three familiar Pokeballs at your hip, you feel a surge of confidence. If anything does happen, you got your boys to back you up.

The chewing is getting louder. Finally, you reach the source of the noise—through that last layer of wheat lies a Pokemon. Who's that Pokemon? Time to find out!

You part the wheat with both hands and step into a small circular clearing that hadn't been there a day before. Had the Pokemon eaten all this wheat so quickly?

That thought, and indeed all other rational thoughts, leaves your mind as you see the Pokemon. You stare, eyes wide, heart racing at a mile a minute.

The creature standing before you is a Lopunny. And not just any Lopunny! The tufts of vanilla fur around her ears, shapely thighs, and wrists aren't colored vanilla at all! They're pink, a sweet bright cotton-candy pink that almost stops your heart. That plus the tiny glitters of light which periodically dance about her head like little sprites proves that this Lopunny is a shiny.

A shiny Pokemon.

A shiny female Pokemon.

Your pants suddenly get a whole lot tighter.

As if noticing your presence (or your lust) the Lopunny stops chewing and turns to face you. Her eyes are black, save for those endearing pink pupils which even now stare you down with a measuring look. This Lopunny is no average wild Pokemon—she's seen combat, and plenty of it. That's what your instincts tell you.

You gulp. But now's not the time to be cowardly. No, now you need to be brave. You step forward and raise an empty Pokeball to see if you can get lucky, for once.

Pausing, you look the Lopunny up and down from head to toe—measuring her the same way she measured you. It's almost a shame to fight such a pretty Pokemon. Her well-toned brown-furred thighs are quivering and her clasped hands make her look like she's praying, almost. Her arms support her naked breasts: decently-sized and well-rounded. They're a bit on the small size but that just turns you on even more. She's like a sexy college student, with fur. And best of all, she's going completely naked.

Your eyes drift downwards. Between those inviting thighs lies her bare pussy—a thick tuft of brown fur surrounds its top, and that thin slit is visible even from this distance.

The Pokeball in your grip shakes, but your resolve is strong. You *will* catch this Lopunny. You *will* fuck her.

As if reading your mind, the Lopunny adopts a defiant stance. Just you try and resist!

With a low shout you toss the Pokeball. It's not a half-bad throw, actually, you think while smirking. Guess all those hours practicing really paid off.

But even as the balls soars in midair, the Lopunny giggles. Her breasts shake up and down as she laughs a soft tittering laugh which only serves to fuel your lust.

The red-and-white projectile strikes her on the shoulder and instantly falls to the ground, inert. Seconds later, it springs back to life and hurls itself back into your grip.

What? The ball failed?

You stare at it intently, eyes narrowed. If those cheapskates at the Pokemart sold you a defective Pokeball, you'll have to…

Wait a minute.

Your mind goes back to an episode from one of those spinoff shows, what was it called? Pokemon Original? Pokemon OVA? Whatever. But in the episode, hadn't that moron Red tried to catch somebody else's Pokemon by mistake? And the ball failed instantly!

It all made sense now. But even as you put two and two together your heart sank. You weren't going to catch that Lopunny because she was already somebody else's.

The Lopunny continued to laugh and titter. She seemed to be enjoying your aggravation.

Something else came to mind, a piece of trivia you had read back on the wiki ages ago. Wasn't it true that Lopunny weren't found in the wild? At least not back in Diamond and Pearl, anyway. Damn! That's right, they only evolved from max friendship. That was the only way…

Furious, you smacked yourself in the forehead (leaving a red cartoonish imprint, of course). How could you be so stupid?

The Lopunny laughed harder, giggling and clutching at her stomach as her half-closed eyes looked away. Those beautiful breasts kept shaking and her little cotton-tail shook like mad.

The fire inside your stomach grew until you could control it no longer. You were sick of this world, sick of your terrible career as a trainer, sick of having only three wimpy Pokemon, and most of all, you were sick of this dumb slutty bunny mocking you.

Reaching out with one powerful arm, you grabbed Lopunny by the wrist and drew her close to give her a piece of your mind.

Just then, she looked up at you with those big glistening eyes—an expression of absolute smugness falling across her features. It was just then that you realized she only came up to your chest. She was nearly a foot shorter than you, and the size difference only became apparent when you were up close and personal.

"Lopp, Lopp Lopp," she cooed, breath running down your chest as her breasts heaved. "Lopp, Lopunny…" she said.

You didn't understand the words but you instinctively knew her meaning. "What are you gonna do, big guy?" she seemed to be saying. "You gonna fuck me or what? Bet you won't…"

"Bet I will," you say as you reach down and grip her breast in the palm of your hand.

"Lopp!" she cried out, mouth agape. Her eyes stared unbelievingly as you shamelessly groped her. She had probably spent much of her life around humans who kept her at arm's length. And now one was going to treat her like a male Lopunny. That's right, you were going to fuck her like an animal.

As realization dawned in her eyes, she went to say something else. You leaned in and kissed her, tongue exploring her sweet mouth as you stuck your knee between her thighs and grinded against her pussy. To your supreme satisfaction, your knee began to feel damp after only a few seconds.

"Lopp, Lopp!" she said, gasping for air as you released her from that dreamlike kiss. She went to cover her breasts. You stuck a hand between her legs and stroked her pussy—heavenly! She put both hands between her thighs to cover herself. You reached out with both hands and played with her breasts, tugging on her nipples as they stood defenseless. You felt them stiffen between your fingers—fantastic!

The shiny Lopunny glared at you, eyes watering as you continued to play with her naked body. But even as you had your way with her you wondered why she hadn't yet counterattacked.

In the past, you had been knocked flat on your ass by Kakunas, Geodudes, Buizels, you name it! But here was a Lopunny raised by a trainer who didn't intend to fight back. Why?

The Lopunny stopped shaking. Even though she was staring at you with raw hatred, she suddenly lifted her hands from her legs and revealed her pussy to you.

Pupils blazing, she extended two fingers and licked them slowly and sensually while maintaining absolute eye contact. Then, she put those two glistening fingers to her pussy and began to rub it—gently at first, then faster and faster as she traced a figure-eight pattern across her genitals. Her breathing was ragged and wild, like an animal in heat.

"Punny… Punny…" she was saying, hunched over and masturbating pathetically.

"Fuck me, fuck me…" was what she was really saying.

You needed no further encouragement. You finally tore off your jeans and underwear, revealing the raging stiffy you had felt earlier. Seeing her like this, totally naked in public and getting off for you—for your benefit—it was too much. You had to fuck her, had to do her now.

Lopunny turned on her heel and presented her hindquarters to you. Oh, that wonderful brown ass!

She put one hand to each cheek and spread them, revealing her tight snatch. She was biting her lip while glancing back. "Come on, fuck me. Nobody's watching," her body language seemed to suggest.

Even as you pressed the tip of your throbbing cock against her lips, you couldn't help but feel that this was wrong. Buneary started with zero friendship and only evolved to Lopunny after years of proper treatment and love. Whoever owned this Lopunny evidently loved her very, very much. And now here you were, a complete stranger with your cock out and about to fuck this beloved Pokemon (a 1 in 8000 Pokemon at that!) with zero remorse.

"Lopunny, Lopp! Lopp!" she cried, begging.

Fuck it.

You stuck your cock deep inside her and pressed against her inner walls. You wrapped your arms around her chest, feeling her breasts swaying as you began to thrust back and forth, back and forth. Each movement elicited another cooing titter from the slutty bunny, and each shaking movement of your hips brought you greater and greater pleasures. It was too good. Fuck, it was just too good. Burying your cock balls-deep inside a Lopunny, inside a Pokemon! Finally!

The Lopunny matched your every move. When you pushed she pulled, when you began to pick up the pace she sped up as well. As you fucked you felt her forcing her rear against your hips more often and more quickly. Those powerful legs allowed her to bounce against your cock with incredible speed. As you fucked her, you felt her right leg thumping against the ground rhythmically. Was she getting close?

"Loppy, Lopp-Lopp-Lopp Pun Pun Punny… Punnnny…." she muttered, groaning each word with renewed enthusiasm as you lifted her up and fucked her while standing.

Her body was shockingly lightweight for something so strong. You could lift her up and bring her back down along the entire length of your slick glistening cock with ease. At one point, your cock accidentally slipped free from her tight pussy. As you went to put it back in, she spun around in your grip and slid it right back inside her—only this time, she was facing you with a manic expression in her eyes.

"Lopp Lopp!" she cried, arms wrapped tightly under your shoulders as she slammed her bunny pussy against your cock time and time again. Then, her eyes rolled and as she spasmed and orgasmed on your cock.

"PUNNNNNNNNNNNY!" she cried, pussy overflowing.

It took all your willpower to hold back as she creamed herself. Her thighs trembled weakly as she came, her voice was low and filled with sweet nonsense as she chattered joyfully, legs still slick from her own climax.

It was too much. Those swinging breasts, those brown thighs, those adorable noises. You were going to cum too, you were going to cum directly inside her! All fears about Pokemon eggs and daycares vanished as you felt her fingers press tightly against your shirt and tug on your back. She was begging for it. And your male instincts overpowered your common sense. You would cum deep inside.

Gently, you laid her quivering form against the ground as you continued to thrust closer and closer towards a climax. "You fucking slut," you whispered between huffs.

"Lopunny?"

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum inside you," you said before kissing her breast.

"Lopunny."

Just then, you heard a woman's voice crying out. "Lopunnyyy! Lopunnyyy, where are you?"

Oh no.

Lopunny looked up at you and smiled, sweetly. She had no clue what was about to happen, did she?

The voice drew closer, still calling out for her beloved lost Pokemon. As the probability of being found out rose higher and higher, your cock stiffened and swelled even more.

Fucking a trainer's Pokemon. Fucking a trainer's shiny Pokemon. It was too much.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you said.

Lopunny raised one eyebrow as you drew closer to the finish line. Her bouncing breasts occupied your every thought. Her cute, smug smile was your entire world.

The wheat parted, a young woman entered the clearing. She wore a tight tracksuit and baseball cap. Her body was athletic, toned, and dominated by two sizeable breasts. She looked on in utter disbelief, her beautiful features contorted in horror.

"My Lopunny!" she cried. "What are you doing to my sweet Lopunny!" she said again, shrill voice rising in pitch.

Ignoring her, you continued to thrust. So fucking warm. So fucking good. God you're so beautiful Loppuny, so beautiful...

You dimly realized that the woman's arms were around your chest now as she feebly tried to pull you off her Pokemon. Her breasts pressed against your back and brought you closer to the edge.

"Stop it, you creep! Leave my Lopunny alone!" she shouted, pulling futilely as your cock slid in and out, in and out…

She gave up and ran to the other end, grabbing her Lopunny's pink-furred arms and trying to drag her away instead.

Lopunny fought to resist her and clutched the sodden dirt, trying her best to keep that pleasurable feeling between her legs going for as long as possible. The tug-of-war between the two caused her to slip up and down the shaft of your cock.

"You leave her be!" she said again, staring at you with wide blue eyes. "I've had this Lopunny ever since she was a Buneary, ever since I was a girl! She's my pride and joy! Don't you dare fuck her, don't you dare!"

"Stop… pulling you two… too good…" you mumbled as you lost all control.

"Just don't cum inside, please!" the woman said, tears running down her cheeks. "Don't cum inside my Pokemon!"

"What do you want?" you asked Lopunny between moans.

Lopunny thought about this for two seconds. Then, she looked up at her owner and stuck out her tongue.

"Pffft!"

"Don't you—" but it was too late. The second Lopunny stuck out her little pink tongue it was all over. Your legs buckled as you came nine, ten times inside her. Each shot of warm cum inside her slutty shiny bunny pussy was pure bliss. Her owner watched on, stunned into silence as she listened to Lopunny's energetic cries.

"Punny! Punny! Lopunnnn!" she moaned, legs shaking as cum overflowed from between her legs.

Just as the final wave of pleasure struck you, you pulled out and jerked your sticky cock long enough to release one last strand of slick white cum. Your load landed across Lopunny's thigh.

White stained against pink fur.

"Good girl," you said, sticking your cock in her face. Lopunny obliged and sucked it clean, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she expertly sucked you off. Finally, she gave your balls a little smooch before grinning.

Her trainer stood up, arms crossed and eyes blazing with rage.

Your senses finally came back to you. You suddenly realized that you might be in a whole mess of trouble. How would this go over with a grand jury anyway? ("Your honor, her Pokemon used Cute Charm on me! I swear it!") Fat chance!

"You pig." That was all she said before lifting Lopunny up on her feet.

"And you, don't think I'm going to forgive this anytime soon!" she shouted.

Lopunny put a hand on her owner's shoulder and stood up on her tippy tip-toes until the two were at eye contact. Then, Lopunny gave her owner a sweet kiss—leaving behind a trail of cum across her cheek.

"Eughhk!" the owner shrieked before storming off, Lopunny in tow.

Lopunny glanced back at you with sultry bedroom eyes and winked. And that was the last you ever saw of the pretty pink Pokemon.

"I'm a traveler here to face the Gym Leader!" you lied, shouting. "I'm not from around here, I swear!" That done, you replaced your clothing and went back to work.

You're back in your normal routine now, but your thoughts keep drifting towards the obscene. Sure, life in this world can be tough and sometimes ridiculous. But there's plenty of reasons to stick around. You smile as you finger the empty Pokeball at your hip.

And soon, you'll get a few new "reasons" of your own.