We all know how foreshadowing works

Trigger warning for stalking and overly aggressive “flirting”, and implied potential of **** if things had gone differently.

I drive home safely and get inside. Mommy won’t be home for a bit, but I want her to see me at home as her Lopunny before I tell her how amazing today was. I kind of wish we could go trick or treating together, but that would be too much of a risk since her costumes don’t cover her face. Pretty much every classmate of mine now associates this suit with me, so if it won’t let me be with her stealthily if her face is recognizable.

I go inside from the garage, humming all about how I want to be the very best, like no one ever was. To wear them is my real test, to become them is my cause! Pokémon! I start fantasizing about a Gardevoire suit, doubtlessly the easiest one for Mommy to make for me. I stare at my helmet in my furry hands and admire it, spotting the tiny hidden cameras that made it work so well.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. That’s strange. Mommy wouldn’t knock and it’s a little early for trick or treating. Oh well. I know where Mommy keeps the candy, and I am in costume. I slip my helmet on and secure it in place. The battery is pretty low, and Buneary is tapped out, but it shouldn’t be a problem for the time needed just to open the door and hand out candy. I quickly open a cabinet and grab a variety bag of chocolate bars and snip it open with some scissors. The impatient person out front knocks again. I hurry over to the door, and realize I can’t look out the peephole with my helmet on. Maybe I could manage to position the camera correctly, but it would be difficult and still wouldn’t give me a great view of the person. Oh well, it’s a nice neighborhood and it’s Halloween. Plus I have my suit, I’m the invincible Lopunny.

I open the door a crack to peer out. It’s Ash. What the fuck why? He has no business here! I try and close the door, hoping in vain he somehow couldn’t see me well enough to recognize the best Lopunny costume in existence. He manages to get his foot in the door, preventing me from closing off this very awkward meeting. “Hey, I just want to talk! You never said a single word before. I just thought we could hang out, since we have similar interests.”

Okay, I may be confused by the whole dating thing normal people do, but that can’t be normal. And besides, there’s no way he has shown much interest in Pokémon before recently. What Pokéfan doesn’t know Lopunny? Love her or hate her, her sexy bunny self is too controversial not to have at least heard of her if you look into Pokémon. And I would know if he had shown off any Pokémon love prior to today. I have scanned people meticulously for any sign of Pokémon love since college day one. Granted, this quickly became more for my sanity needing reassurance that other people didn’t think I was crazy for loving Pokémon than it was about finding new friends. But none of that matters.

Normal Lopunny sound. I try and push his foot out with my foot. None of that matters because he is a student who followed me home… to my Professor’s house! I need to get him gone before he realizes anything is amiss. What will I do if Ash Ketchum is the cause of my happy little world collapsing? His foot… is not budging.

“Just talk to me! Do you like the newest Pokémon game? Pretty cool right? We can trade some Pokémon.” Now I’m really getting scared. My Lopunny suit was keeping things under control, but he’s not leaving, my happy home life is in jeopardy, and I don’t know why he’s so insistent on trying to keep this conversation going. I can feel myself begin to hyperventilate. I shake my head no, while trying to keep calm. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Come on, give me a…”

“Get the fuck out of here right now or the police are going to take ME away in handcuffs.” I peek past him and relief floods my mind when I see Mommy walking quickly towards the door over the lawn. Ash had taken the driveway parking spot that she normally used, forcing her to use the street.

Unfortunately my relief is short lived as the battery on my helmet finally gives out and my world goes dark. Unable to see, and my ears now only hearing the muffled world outside instead of the crisp audio of built in speakers, I crouch down into a defensive ball so I don’t hurt myself while blind. I could take the helmet off to see again… but that wasn’t happening while he was here. Feeling much like a child hiding under her blanket so the monsters would go away, I listened closely to the muffled argument as tears rolls down my eyes.

“You followed someone home! You were not invited, that is as plain an example of stalking as it gets!”

“But I just wanted to…”

“No! No ‘but’s or other explanations. It doesn’t matter what you wanted, she’s not interested so it ends here. If I report you to the police it will probably end in you getting expelled or worse, so this is your only warning. Leave and don’t try and talk to or meet with her again.” I’m happy she’s here to defend me, but I’m a little confused now that she mentions police. It only now dawns on me that his foot in the door crossed a line that wasn’t just my own social anxiety. But then why give him a warning at all? Oh, right. Police mean investigation. We live together, and we really aren’t supposed to. I had gotten so caught up in panic I forgot part of the reason I was so scared in the first place.

I hear a car start up and drive away, and Lillian comes to help me up, closing the door behind her. “Are you okay baby? He’s gone. Answer me okay?” Her voice is soft, filled with concern for me. Her arms circle around me in support. But I can’t see, let alone respond. I just shake my head to express my current impotence. A moment of silence. “Can you see me?” I shake my head again. “Okay baby. Follow me and we’ll get that helmet off of you.”

She brings leads somewhere, and pushes me down slowly until I feel a chair beneath me. Then she gently takes undoes the fasteners and removes the helmet slowly to reveal my tear swollen eyes. “It’s okay, he’s gone now. Did he do anything to you before I got here?” I’m sitting in her chair in the cosplay studio, my Lopunny helmet in my lap.

Sniff, “no. He just kept trying to talk and he wouldn’t leave, and then he stuck his foot in the door so I couldn’t close it, and, and, and then my helmet went out and I couldn’t see, but you were there.” I wipe my nose only to realize I really need a tissue.

“It’s okay baby, I got home as quick as I could, and I’m glad I did. I was so worried when I saw his car parked in the garage. It was almost a relief to see him still at the door.”

“I’m sorry, I should have been able to handle it, to tell him to leave, I just…” she stops me with her hand on my face.

“Absolutely not. Do not blame yourself for that in the slightest. He chose to approach you, he chose to keep trying after getting no where, and he chose to follow you home. He’s lucky I didn’t have a baseball bat in my car. I’m just glad it didn’t escalate into anything else.” She plants a motherly kiss on my forehead, and then a gentle but much less motherly kiss on my lips.

“Do you want to report this? We might be able to manage it without revealing we both live here. It would be risky, but I’m not sure I believe he won’t try anything again and without some kind of record of today it’d be hard to get the school or the police on our side.” Damn, that’s a good point. She hands me a tissue and I wipe and blow my nose.

“I don’t want to risk what we have.”

“… Okay baby. No report for this. But I’m still writing a complaint for what happened at school. Even putting aside the fact that you’re mine, I shouldn’t have to escort any student to their car from a classroom. That alone is plenty to get him at least a warning.” She caresses my cheek, and I am reminded how much I love everything about her. Her strength, intelligence, her control over any situation.

I stand up with my helmet in one arm and hug her tightly before looking up at her. “Please call me yours again Mommy.” Today has been awesome, outside of just now. And Mommy can make sure it still has a happy ending.

She smiles at my submissive request before leaning down to kiss me again. “You’re my sweet little Lopunny. Your cute little tushy is mine, and your tight Lopunny cunny is mine.” She kisses me again and again, banishing the bad feelings Ash brought to me.

As the fear recedes all the happiness at being the invincible Lopunny all day begins to fill my heart. “Does Professor want to study Lopunny breeding?” I smile coyly up at her, loving her attention, her hands running down to my ass.

“I think I need to study it at length. The discoveries I could make will be revolutionary.” She leans down to growl her husky words into my ear. My pussy salivates at the promise of attention.

“Please fuck your Lopunny Mommy, pound my cunny hard.”

Mommy leads me out of her studio to her room. I spot Battery Buneary on the way and grab her from the kitchen charger. She won’t have much charge but I want this magical day to end with the part that made it all possible. So I plug it in and awkwardly begin putting my helmet back on.

“Oh, you really want me to fuck your Lopunny cunny. Well, we can certainly do that.” Mommy keeps guiding me as my world becomes dark, before the screen gets enough charge and the world reappears.

Happy Lopunny sound, I do a happy little hop and take my Lopunny pose with Buneary in my arms. Mommy smiles at me with her beautiful face, and then pushes me onto her bed. I crawl forward to get further on the bed, but her hands on my hips stop me. She pulls me back and I obediently back up until my butt is at the end of the bed. She undoes my crotch zipper, and she feels my diaper.

Embarrassingly I realize it is a little damp, which must have happened with Ash at the door. “Aaw, did my baby wet herself? Don’t worry, Mommy will put a brand new clean diaper on you, once I’ve fucked a nice load of cummies into your bunny pussy.” She reaches into my costume and undoes my diaper to remove it completely. I try and look back but the extra weight and bulk of my helmet makes it hard to look far enough to see Mommy. I give up and look straight ahead, shaking my ass a little and letting out another happy Lopunny sound.

Mommy lines her cock up and lovingly teases my pussy lips, before finally sliding into me. My teeth bite into the plastic of my gag controller, as Mommy begins to fuck me. Her hands on my hips firmly rock me back and forth onto her dick, her balls occasionally slapping one of my thighs. “You’re such a perfect little Lopunny, I’m never going to release you back into the wild. I’m going to fuck you over and over until you forget how to survive without my cock inside of you!”

Happy Lopunny sound. I eagerly shift my hips to help her fuck me harder, my pussy on fire at her claims of mastery over me. If it isn’t true already I want her to make it true as soon as she can. Happy Lopunny sound, my tongue is feeling numb with the **** I’m exerting to keep pushing the noise button. Mommy slaps my ass and I moan happily, although she probably can’t hear it through my gag and helmet. Happy Lopunny sound.

My whole glorious day flashes before me, being able to be me in front of people, solve problems, and receive compliments, all without having a nervous meltdown. All because Mommy made me her Lopunny. She didn’t dress me up as Lopunny, she made me Lopunny. She made my Lopunny pussy. As she slaps my ass again and pumps faster into me, I feel truly owned as a Pokémon should be by her trainer. Forget going on a Pokémon adventure with my Pokémon, I only ever want to go on an adventure with my trainer, with my Professor, with my Mommy.

I clench my pussy rhythmically, doing my best to show Mommy my love for her with more than just my electronic Lopunny noises. Mommy slows down the pace of her strokes in response, fucking me just as hard but holding her cock fully in me for a second after each powerful thrust so my pussy could massage her better. I hug Buneary closer to my chest, so hard I begin to feel her internal hard battery.

“That’s a good Lopunny, now Mommy has a treat for you. So enjoy every drop!” My mind is already hazy, but her final slam into me and the following warmth that spreads deliciously inside me breaks my composure completely, my head falls down on the bed and my toes curl painfully as the waves of ecstatic pleasure contort my body to their whim.

Mommy breathes heavily above me, her hands still holding me firmly by the hips. Then the door bell rings.

Mommy laughs, presumably at the absurd timing. She pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty even with her warm load still within. She zips back up my suit, seemingly forgetting her promise of a new diaper. I remain motionless, still basking in the after glow of our love despite my undignified doggy style position with my head down. She steps out to see who it is, but quickly comes back.

“Come on baby, it’s the first trick or treaters!” I lazily sit up and make my way to her, unsure how she is already so energetic after so vigorously training her Lopunny’s pussy.

Mommy has me hold the bowl in one hand and Buneary in the other as I greet the kids with a happy Lopunny sound that I am starting to have very inappropriate associations with, but is perfectly innocent to the children, at least one of whom definitely recognizes me as a Pokémon.

The battery dies shortly after they leave, but I make sure it’s got more charge by the time more people show up. I love the feeling of Mommy’s cum inside me, and I love being her Lopunny.