It takes a little longer to implement than intended…

The next school day is uneventful. Mommy does find time to feed me lunch while I rest under her desk, followed by a salty and creamy dessert. But other than that I just silently worry about the party until Mommy drives me home.

“Okay baby, you need a nice outfit if you’re going to a party.” She pulls me into her room.

Curious Lopunny sound. Outfit? I’m a Lopunny, this is my outfit. Part of the reason the school is willing to look the other way on me living with Mommy is because I rejected normal clothes in favor of a high tech Halloween costume. My apparent emotional instability is making my life easier, why would I even consider going in anything else? And that’s not even taking into account my actual emotional instability and difficulty facing people in real life. Mommy isn’t going to make me go to a party where people can see my actual face is she? Sad Lopunny sound.

Mommy laughs at my nervous fidgeting. “Oh baby, don’t worry. I wasn’t talking about getting rid of your suit. Sam is cute, but you are Lopunny now. My cute little Lopunny. And I want to dress you up!” Mommy pulls out some clothes and begins helping me put them on over top my Lopunny suit. It feels weird, but I guess I’ve already been wearing my Pikachu jacket a lot. But that’s pretty loose fitting. These clothes leave little to the imagination. Not that you could see anything if they were gone, but they somehow give the illusion of being more provocative than if I was wearing less.

Mommy helps me over to the full length mirror so I can see myself better. Of course I have my Pikachu jacket to keep me warm as the nights are getting pretty chilly, as well as my Pokéball collar. But the rest of the clothes laugh at the idea of staying warm. I have on the shortest jean shorts I have ever seen, with no legs to speak of at all. My Lopunny tail pokes out over top, and Mommy zipped them up but didn’t button them. I have a pink thong pulled up high above the shorts so its waist band is clearly visible on my hips. Under my open Pikachu jacket I have a tight pink tube top that’s only three inches thick wrapped around my breasts. As if that wasn’t enough, Mommy has me wearing thigh high pink stockings and pink high heels in place of my normal Lopunny heels. Then she removes my brown furred animatronic eye lids and replaces them with purple metallic ones with longer eye lashes.

I look like some Pokémon trainer decided to teach their Lopunny how to work the streets in order to make money. The only thing I was missing was lipstick, and that admittedly probably wouldn’t actually look good even in a whorish way on my Lopunny face. “What do you think baby? Don’t you look sexy?” Sexy? I look ready to be passed around the party like a cheap hooker. But… yeah, it was incredibly sexy looking. Happy Lopunny sound.

Mommy runs her hands up my sides and squeezes my tits roughly. “I’m glad you like it. This gives me so many ideas for new suit designs. But… we should go. I need to drop you off soon.” Despite her words, she keeps groping me. Happy Lopunny sound. “I need to ask one of my friends to make a custom Lopunny sound. It won’t be official, but Nintendo is never going to make a slutty Lopunny sound.” Her hands roam down and press roughly against my pussy. With the clothes and the diaper underneath only a pressure makes it through, but I still react to her touch.

Apparently forgetting about any time constraints we might have, Mommy pulls down my shorts, my thong, unzips the suits lower zipper, and slides my diaper to the side. My mouth curls slightly into a smile over my gag at the increasing boundaries to access my Lopussy. And then I smile harder at the pun. Lopussy! She pushes me gently against the mirror, forcing me to lean forward and watch my face as she lines up her cock to my pussy.

I squeak as she pushes into me, interrupting my amusement as she puts my Lopussy to use. She quickly pounds into me, forcing me closer and closer to the mirror until I’m pressed flat against it, cheek to cheek with my sexy doppelgänger. Happy Lopunny sound! I know it’s stupid, that I’m literally wearing a full body suit with other clothes over top. But I feel every inch the scantily clad bunny girl I appear to be at first glance. And every inch belongs to Mommy. Happy Lopunny sound!

Since I’m not using them to hold my face away from the mirror anymore, Mommy grabs my arms and pulls them behind me, using them for more leverage as she forces me to hump the mirror with each thrust. She releases one arm for a moment, so I can feel a quick sting as she spanks my Lopunny ass. Happy Lopunny sound. “You’re such a good girl, my good girl. Take my cock just like I’ve trained you too!”

Mommy suddenly pulls out of me and turns me around. Pushing my back against the mirror she spreads my legs and crouches low to push up into me. She grabs my legs and picks me up off the ground as she fucks me harder and harder into the mirror. I’ve never been so happy to be a short lightweight girl then right now. “You’re my perfect Lopunny, I love you!” Mommy presses her face to me, and suddenly I feel her tongue on mine. Having to go past my Lopunny mouth, our tongues can only flick across each other rather than proper French kissing. Still, I close my eyes and enjoy the love she’s trying to impress upon me until the warmth becomes too much for me. I squeal into her mouth as the heat of my pussy expands and washes over me in a steady intense climax.

A few more thrusts and I feel her sticky warmth flow into me. She holds me up for a bit longer as she fully empties herself into me. I still can’t believe she’s happy to fill me with this much happiness on a regular basis.

Mommy lets me down slowly, and as my feet touch the ground I discover they are more jelly than muscle and bone. I slide down and happily look up at the source of my happiness as she smiles down at me. “…. Okay baby. We really do need to go now.” Go? Oh! Right, the party. This was plenty of excitement for me, but that’s not what tonight’s about… even though I’d be more than happy for every night to be about that kind of excitement with Mommy.

After helping me get my diaper, my suit, my panties, and my shorts back in order, Mommy helps me down to the car. She then double checks the address and drives us there uneventfully. The sun is beginning to set as we drive past the party house, a large McMansion with students littering the front yard, ruining the ambiance of empty beer cans and a discarded bra.

Mommy keeps driving past it and looks for a spot to park close enough for me to walk but far enough away no one will realize I got my ride from my Professor. Once there she stops and we wait in silence for a minute. “Are you sure you are ready for this? I can be there every second, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be scary.”

I look at Mommy. She wants me to face this, so I will. I put my hands in front of me in the classic Lopunny pose, Normal Lopunny sound, because I may not be happy but I’ve got this anyways. She touches my cheek. “I’m so proud of you, my brave little Lopunny. Okay, let’s check everything one more time before you go in. Connect your phone to the headphones.”

Obediently going through the steps of the plan, I connect my headphones and check my battery levels. Phone fully charged, head set mostly charged. Suddenly my world is filled with ‘I wanna be the very best’ as Mommy calls me. I press the answer button on my phone. “Can you hear me through the speakers?” Thumbs up and happy Lopunny sound, loud and clear Mommy, although I turn the volume down slightly. It was too loud. “Okay, now connect your helmet to the phones hotspot. Then use the app to stream your pass through feed.” The technical aspects of how this worked were beyond me, but Mommy found a way to get my video feed on her phone. Well, I think she actually has a friend who figured it out, but still. Mommy has a lot of tech savvy friends.

“Okay, it’s all working. I can see and hear what you see and hear. If anything goes wrong I can be there in an instant. All you have to do is run into Robert and let him be his asshole self. It’s a party, so even if he avoids you he should harass some other girl.”

I get out of the car, Mommy playfully swatting my butt as I do so. Happy Lopunny sound. Now I hear her only through my headphones. “Okay baby, you’ve got this.”

I do have this. In addition to my slutty Lopunny look, Mommy gave me a large faux leather purse, with my Buneary battery poking her head out, my phone, and one of my clear drinking bottles with the long metal straws that work upside down. It’s a strange tool set, but after talking with Mommy, it should be all I need.

It didn’t seem like that far away in the car, but after several minutes walking and some regret at how high my heels are, I finally arrive at the house. I walk past several party goers hanging out in the yard, all of whom cheer when they see me. It only now dawns on me to wonder why Jessica invited me. And of course the answer is pretty obvious once I think to ask the question. I’m not popular in the regular sense, I don’t bring beer or have any other special use at a party. I’m not close with anyone related to the party, I don’t even know who or what the parties for. Nope, I have one thing going for me and one thing only. I’m weird. I’ve been invited so they can see the crazy Pokémon cosplay girl get drunk. I’m surprised it took me this long to realize. Well shit.

No, no, no. I’m here to see justice done! Mostly because Mommy wants it! Maybe they did just want to see me get drunk. Maybe they think they are doing me a favor by helping me get out more. It doesn’t matter. The mission is all that matters.

Action movie songs playing in my head, I enter the battle zone.