A scheming Professor

“Baby, it’s time to get up. I’ve got breakfast.” I roll over in response to Mommy’s voice, and rub my tired eyes. Mommy has been better about playing games with me, although we mostly play simple non competitive games. She really likes those since it means I can service her at the same time. We stayed up pretty late last night trying to finish Mommy’s Animal Crossing museum collection. She didn’t seem to mind much when we missed a bug or a fish. Probably because I was going to service her cock until we finished.

Still, Mommy says it’s time to get up. I sit up and stretch my arms. Only then do I finally open my eyes. Mommy is holding my Lopunny suit and helmet. She’s been helping me get dressed and undressed more and more. She’s been helping me do everything more. Last night she brushed my teeth for me. I should probably be concerned about this, but good Pokémon don’t say no to being pampered. Even if it feels silly at times, it still makes my heart flutter.

Mommy helps me switch from my purple Gengar onesie into my Lopunny suit. Then she undoes my ball gag I’ve been sleeping in and helps me into my helmet. During the short time between, my jaw feels heavy and unresponsive, probably from disuse. I doubt I could talk without pretty severe slurring of words, but that’s not important anymore. Once my mouth is properly filled and my Pokécollar used to secure me, Mommy helps me to the kitchen and I sit down on a pillow by her chair. I really don’t have much use for chairs outside of school anymore.

Mommy cooks a simple breakfast, but it’s mostly for herself. Most of my meal isn’t cooked, but instead put inside of a blender. She makes a nutritious fruit smoothie for me, and then pours it all into a large bottle with a long metal straw. It’s very reminiscent of those bottles that hang upside down in rodent cages that they drink out of. Once she has the lid secure, she takes her seat and pets me gently on the head. “Have some yummy breakfast baby.” She gently inserts the straw past my Lopunny lips until I feel the straw poke my tongue. I push against it slightly to both position it better and let Mommy know it was far enough. She smiles at me as she gives the bottle a squeeze and some of the smoothie begins filling my mouth. I lick and savor the end smoothie and the end of the straw, until it’s all gone from my mouth and I tap Mommy’s leg to ask for more. She gives another squeeze and the process repeats. I have an identical bottle I take to class filled with water in case I get thirsty, but I am now always hand fed meals by Mommy.

Mommy uses her other hand to eat her own breakfast of eggs and toast. I finish before her and simply lay my head against her thighs as she finishes up, content to be her Lopunny.

After she finishes up she drives me to school. She hasn’t mentioned the idea, but I occasionally look down to her crotch as she drives and wonder if it’s safe to try and make another classic porn trope a reality for her. I know she likes blow jobs, and I like making her feel good… but still, that can’t be safe. Despite my sexual liberation since meeting Mommy, I figure it’s best not to tempt fate. The obituary for dying in that car crash would be humiliating. Whoever would have to write it probably wouldn’t know what messed up thing to focus on. Teacher-student relationship? Futanari teacher? Bunny girl student? The stupidity of someone thinking the hard steel of an oncoming car would care that it was interrupting something sexy as hell happening?

We make it to school with Mommy unaware of the restraint I had that doubtlessly saved our lives. Happy Lopunny sound! She smiles at me, not really worried about the cause of my exclamation. We get out and go out separate ways with a wave. Even with the school looking the other way on us living together, we still need to pretend she’s just a concerned teacher trying to help her troubled student.

I make it through the day without incident. I’m a little disappointed because Mommy is too busy at lunch time to feed me, so I just wait in her car and drink my lunch shake by holding it myself, like a person. The tragedy. I miss Mommy already. Fortunately it’s one of the days that ends with Mommy’s class, so I make it through one other class and then skip joyfully into her classroom. I let out a Happy Lopunny sound as soon as I see Mommy, confident no one will understand the implied ‘I love you’ except for her.

I make it to my seat in back, although I kind of wish in retrospect that I hadn’t chosen the seat farthest from the teacher just this once. When I picked the seat I wasn’t happily fucking my Professor every night and trying desperately to serve her in every way I can. But by now everyone has pretty well established the seating arrangements, so it’s too late now.

A girl approaches me before class can begin. She’s a cheerleader, I think. We worked on the last project together. I don’t remember her name, since it’s not Professor Lillian Hemlock or a Pokémon name. But she seemed nice. “Hey Sam,” well, now I feel bad for not remembering her name, “there’s a party tomorrow night after school. I know it’s not really your thing, but you are definitely invited. I’d really appreciate if you came. Here is the information.” She slips me a small note with an address, date, and time. Not expecting much of answer from me, she walks back to her seat before class starts.

The class goes smoothly and I follow Mommy to her office afterwards to wait for her to drive us home. She locks the door and takes her seat, but nodding her belt to make it easier for me. I slide to my knees in front of her and begin pulling her cock out. As I slip it into my mouth, Mommy looks down at me with a distracted look on her face. “What did Jessica want to talk to you about? Before class?”

Of course Mommy knew all of her students names. Luckily Mommy put pockets in my wrist fluff. They were originally meant to hide extra batteries, but since that didn’t work right now I can just use them for small items, like the note Jessica gave me with the party information. So I can easily retrieve it and hand it to Mommy without stopping my service of her. Of course I have no intentions of going to a party. Professors aren’t invited to college parties and I want to be with my trainer. She smiles at the card. “You should go.”

I’m confused, but I try to reorient my brain to accept that I’m going. It feels weird, but if Mommy says so then I need to accept it. She looks down at me with a serious look. “It might not be pleasant, but I think it’s important that you go. You need to confront your fear. And I have a plan to make that happen and fix our mistake.” I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I still listen as I run my tongue over the head of her cock. “We shouldn’t have let Robert get away with stalking you. He crossed too many lines, and he already had a bad reputation for how he pursued girls. If we could do it again, nothing would change since we still couldn’t reveal you lived with me then. But I don’t feel right about it. He’s a party animal, so he’s basically guaranteed to be there.” Mommy taps the party note to indicate she means the party tomorrow. “So, do you think you can be a brave little Lopunny and get proof that Robert is still harassing girls?”

Mommy just escalated things a lot. Just imagining confronting Ash… Robert, it’s not like he’s still in his Halloween costume, that would be a crazy thing to do. But either way I lick Mommy harder to distract myself from the thought of such a meeting. I want to be Mommy’s brave and well trained Lopunny, but that’s easier said when it’s hypothetical as to what counts as brave. And actually doing it? I lick harder still.

Mommy waits for some sign from me that I agree or disagree with her plan. I understand what she means about not feeling right about how that ended. But I don’t know about this. What he did was pretty terrible, and he definitely got off light since we didn’t rat him out for following me home. In fact, did he get any actual punishment beyond a talking to and having his schedule changed? I don’t think so. But none of that matters. I may not like this plan, but it’s Mommy’s plan. Good Pokémon follow orders. It’s not a matter of agree or disagree, I just have to come to terms with the fact that this is happening.

Mommy is still waiting for an answer from me. I don’t know if she’s just letting me feel like I have a choice, or if she genuinely doesn’t understand that I will never willingly disobey or disagree with her. Still, she wants an answer. I close my eyes and hum, doing my best to transfer the vibrations into her cock. It’s the closest thing I can think of to a yes that doesn’t involve stopping my service to her.

“Good girl. Let’s go home. We need to discuss the plan more.” Mommy firmly pulls her cock from my mouth. I guess she doesn’t want to give me my treat yet. I feel a pang of disappointment, followed by a submissive thrill down my spine as I realize I genuinely enjoy the taste of Mommy’s cum. It’s taken a lot of self inflicted gaslighting, but I managed it! Happy Lopunny sound!

We leave Mommy’s office and get into her car. The drive home is uneventful, until we hit the last stop light. While we wait, Mommy reaches over and undoes my seatbelt. That’s not safe Mommy! As the light turns green and we begin to move again, Mommy hooks a finger into my collar and pulls my head down into her lap. Oh. Mommy has the same idea that I had this morning. But she clearly has less self control. Not that it matters. The only thing that matters is her control over me, which is absolute. I eagerly release her penis and fit it into my mouth. I lick and suck, making sure to get her head into the back of my throat to massage it with my gagging.

“That’s a good girl, Mommy’s special little cock sucker. You’d like to spend more time sucking my cock, wouldn’t you baby? Mommy promises to feed you more yummy cum.” Thank you Mommy! Please forget how to masturbate, my mouth is all you’ll ever need!

I do my best to swirl my tongue all the way around her cock, but there is just no way to do it with her poking my throat. So instead I wag my tongue rapidly from side to side to massage her cocks underside as my throat squeezes her head. Suddenly both of Mommy’s hands are on my head and she jack hammers my skull up and down her cock, punching the back of my throat with each thrust. She pushes me down one final time and fills my mouth with my favorite treat. She holds me steady as her cock slowly deflates. I lick vigorously every inch to clean it before gravity pulls it down out of my tongues reach. I can hear Mommy breathing heavily as only the tip of her cock remains in reach. I flick her tip with my tongue and she sharply inhales, still sensitive from her climax.

She slowly pulls me off and pulls I can see a small cum trail connecting my mouth to her cock. I wasn’t able to clean her as well as I normally do. It looks hot though. I look up and realize Mommy has parked us in her garage. She smiles hazily at me, before laughing.

“Sorry, sorry.” She keeps laughing, not sounding sorry at all. I’m confused, as she doesn’t have anything to be sorry for. “It just… hit me again. Sometimes I forget how insane it is that you are mine. Like, really mine. And then I remember and I can’t help but feel giddy inside. Your mine. You’re mine.” Mommy has a silly smile on her face.

Happy Lopunny sound! Yes Mommy, I’m yours. Completely. I love you Mommy! I rub my face against her chest, and she hugs me tight.