Sweetly

Several days later, and it’s Halloween. I’m really going to do this. I’m standing with Mommy in her studio early in the morning. She zips up my Lopunny suit with me wearing nothing but my diaper underneath. Mommy added some padding inside to smooth things out, and surprisingly the extra padding below makes me look even more like the Pokémon, as she does have a bit of a large butt on her… or rather on me.

Mommy hands me the new Lopunny head. I was pretty worried, but it looks even more perfect. The old mask took advantage of the helmet it was made of being already pretty close to the right shape. This one has been meticulously crafted into exactly the right shape, once its external parts were added on and its skin layer. Mommy even put little motors on the fake eyes that occasionally make them blink, or can be made to blink with gag controls. The actual cameras I see through aren’t on the eyes, so it doesn’t affect my vision.

Of course, this new design is considerably more power hungry than the old one, so the tiny battery built into the helmet isn’t going to cut it. But mommy figured out a solution. She wanted to build multiple batteries into the suit, but the heat they made became a problem. Then she decided to make me a thematic external battery pack I could plug into whenever the battery was running low. She suggested Buneary, but there was no chance I was going to let her gut my friend just to turn her into a battery. Luckily she found a different one online and did the horrid deed to it instead. So now I have a new Buneary with a little wire coming out of her paw, which matches the charging cable that is hidden in my wrist fluff. So now I can hold my new Buneary and she can support me both emotionally and electrically. My only complaint is that Buneary matches my Lopunny suit, but isn’t an electric type so shouldn’t be a battery. Oh well, can’t have it all.

Mommy looks at me and smiles while I hold the new helmet in my hands. “You know, the gag controls were an idea inspired by you when you went along with a dirty idea. I have a new dirty idea, if you want to be my naughty muse again.” I cock my head a little to the side, unsure how to respond as she turns around and pulls something new from her drawer. And then I see it.

“No.” I’m proud of myself. She is already asking a lot of me, going out in public all day wearing a gag and being nearly naked underneath a tight suit designed to attract attention. But even I can put my foot down when pushed far enough, and that definitely crosses the line.

“Would you change your mind if I used an orange one, so we could call it your carrot?”

“No.” I am killing this! Twice in a row and the line is holding.

“What if I promise to make you a Gardevoir outfit, and at least one other Pokémon? They will all need to use the same helmet, since the VR headset it’s built around isn’t cheap. But with the right skin and attachments I should have no trouble making you into quite a few Pokémon.”

“… Mismagius.” Okay, maybe I am a push over, but at least I’m getting something out of it this time. A bit of a shame the ghost type Mismagius isn’t ready now, as she would be perfect for Halloween, but it’s not like I won’t have more Halloweens in my future.

“Doesn’t she have no arms?”

“She also has no legs.” Yeah, maybe she isn’t a perfect choice…

“I’ll figure out how to make it work, you have a deal. Now bend over for Mommy.” I dutifully obey my Mommy, and she uses my lower zipper to gain access directly to my diaper. Sliding it a bit to the side, she exposes my Lopunny cunny. Taking a moment to apply some lube I’m surprised she keeps handy in her studio, she then gingerly inserts the small pink powered dildo inside of me. I moan and bite my lip to try and stop as it enters further into me. It may not be as large as Mommy, but I know it’s not going anywhere for a while which makes it so much more erotic. “I’ve set it to go off randomly throughout the day. I would like to have it go all day, but I don’t think you want to keep Buneary’s hand in your crotch to keep its battery charged.” She secures it inside of me with just the diaper, then carefully zips me back up and pats my tushy. She turns me around and kisses me slowly. “Have a wonderful day at school, my sexy little Lopunny.”

“I will Mommy.” I blush, still enamored with her even after a hundred or so kisses. We both walk out to our cars. Mommy leaves before me, and I wait several minutes before taking a deep breath and heading to school myself, my Lopunny head riding in the passenger seat.

I arrive at school, and it’s first day all over again. My eyes scan the other students, desperately searching for someone else wearing a costume. By the time I park, I’m almost ready to cry, my insecurities ringing loudly in my ears. But then, like a merciful angel, a large man walks by with a toga covered pot belly and white wings. I think he’s supposed to be a baby Cupid after growing up and not adjusting well. A bit of an overly specific and niche costume, but I can relate. Now that I’ve calmed down I can see a few more subtler costumes as well, such as an old time pin stripe suit, maybe an old mafia gangster? Okay. It’s no where near a majority, but I’m not alone. I can do this.

I slip on my Lopunny head and secure it in place, turning it on and making sure the neck seams are covered. I grab my school bag and Buneary and step out of the car. I secure the bag on my back, and cradle Buneary in my arms like the precious cargo that she is. I don’t make it very far before people notice me. I prepare myself for ridicule, the mask helping me find courage. “That costumes awesome.” A guy gives me a thumbs up, and a girl decides to cat whistle at me. But, the fact that a lot of the sound is coming from my inside speakers, and my view is a screen, all makes it seem… unreal. I’m just playing a fancy videos game that just happens to be set in my real life, and is filled with positive reinforcement. And my pink passenger takes a moment to remind me that this game has a rumble feature. I carefully work to maintain a normal stride as the dildo vibrates inside of me, thankfully ending before I get to class.

I make it to my first class of the day, math. No one else is wearing a full costume here, although some of the girls have on special makeup they don’t usually wear. I make a bit of a stir when I first walk in, and another when I sit down and my seat helps people realize the over-the-top costume is being worn by the quiet Pokégirl in class… although they would probably have guessed that soon enough if any of them recognized this suit as a Pokémon. Not exactly Sherlock Holmes level detective work needed to solve that mystery.

One of the girls has sparkling makeup, maybe she’s going for a fairy look? She approaches me and asks if she can take a photo. Happy Lopunny sound. She squeals in delight, realizing I am responding in character, ignorant that my helmet gives me **** but to do so. The professor, not my Professor just the math professor, comes in shortly after the rest of the students, and we proceed with today’s lesson.

Near the end the professor puts up a math problem and asks for someone to come up and solve it. The dildo chooses that moment to renew its ****, surprising me.

Happy Lopunny sound. God damn it Mommy. Of course I did that right into the awkward silence of a classroom all desperately trying to avoid being the one to answer the question. “Ah yes, you in the back. Good to see you are both enjoying the festivities and taking class seriously. Come on up and let’s see if you can solve the problem.” Damn you old man. He’s not actually that old, he looks in his forties, maybe early fifties at the latest, but ‘damn you middle aged man’ doesn’t roll off the tongue right. And clearly my mouth can’t be trusted today after it got me into this mess.

I carefully make my way to the front and take a dry erase marker. Fortunately I was paying close attention, before my pink carrot betrayed me. Which only now decides to turn off. Luckily it’s not a very loud dildo, but still. I look at the problem. Curious Lopunny sound, and then I cock my head to the side in a clear show of thinking about the problem. Happy Lopunny sound, and I begin to solve it. Once I have the answer, I underline it, place the marker down, and turn to the professor and cock my head, normal Lopunny sound. Understanding that I was done, he takes a look at my work. “Yes, this is excellent. You solved it perfectly and showed all your work. Everyone, solve it just like our rabbit friend here has done and you will be just fine on the next exam.” Happy Lopunny sound. I skip back to my seat, happy I got such praise.

It’s only as I sit down do I realize that I just got in front of the entire class and didn’t have a meltdown. Yes, I can still overthink myself into a panic like in my car, but so much of everything around me is filtered through the mask that I wasn’t really bothered by people watching me do normal things, like solving a math problem. Holy crap, Mommy was right. I do want to wear this more often. Even though fully assembled with the massive ears the helmet is a bit heavier than the old one, I still feel more comfortable in the Lopunny outfit than I have in my own skin for a long time. The class ends and I pack and leave, taking a quick moment to plug in to Buneary to charge up as I walk to my next class.

The rest of the day is mostly the same. Each class seems to love my over the top costume, and since it’s Halloween even the teachers play along and just treat me as if this is normal. I can use the gag remote to change the volume of my speakers so I can always hear the lesson without getting sensory overload, and I can even change the brightness level of the screen. More advanced controls still need a computer to be connected to access, but this gives me plenty of control over the world to keep me calm and collected in a way I didn’t realize it was possible to be in public.

By the end of the day I am skipping to all of my classes, and making happy Lopunny noises to anyone who talks to me. I feel on top of the world, the unstoppable invincible Lopunny! I don’t even eat lunch, I don’t want to take off my helmet and risk losing this new found confidence. So I am giddy but a little hungry as I enter my last class of the day. The best class, since I get to see the beautiful woman who made this all possible. I make a happy Lopunny sound as I see Professor/Mommy at her desk in the front of the room, and blush remembering how she last fucked me over that same desk. My dildo activates again as I sit down, and I have trouble focusing for a bit.

Before the lesson begins though, one more student arrives. I should probably recognize him, but I don’t really socialize well so for all I know this isn’t even his class. I do know he doesn’t sit next to me normally, but today he plops right down beside me and cockily smiles at me while grabbing his Ash Ketchum hat and turning it all the way backwards, just like the anime character does when he’s getting ready to catch a Pokémon. His cosplay is pretty good, at least the clothes. But his hair is a light brown and he didn’t even try and do anything more than the clothes to look like the character. “Hey baby, want to check out my Pokéballs after class?” And he just went right for it. I think he’s hoping to be vulgar in a charming way, but the high risk move does not pay off. Maybe it might have worked on someone while in a club or bar, but in the back of a classroom and to me it just sends unpleasant chills up my spine. Sad Lopunny sound.

Mommy appears next to us, looking ready to kill the wannabe Ash before he can complete his Pokémon journey. “Class is about to start. Worry about your grades before worrying about any balls you might have.” A few people in class laugh at the implied emasculation of the boy. Happy Lopunny sound. My heart fills with joy and pride at Mommy protecting me, putting down the boy, and doing it in a way that technically wasn’t saying anything wrong. Teachers can get in trouble for saying the wrong thing to students, and referencing their testicles was definitely over the line. But plausible deniability is a thing, and he was talking about Pokéballs.

The Ash boy flushes in embarrassment, but silently gets his notebook and textbook out. I don’t like that he is still sitting so close, but there isn’t much I can do about that. The class passes by uneventfully, until the end. The classroom quickly empties once dismissed, except Mommy since it’s her classroom, and me since I want to show Mommy how happy I am with today… and Ash for some incomprehensible reason. He’s hanging out by the door, watching me slowly put away my things. It dawns on me he wants to take a second shot at flirting once I leave the classroom.

“Is there something I can help you with Robert?” Mommy asks in an icy tone that makes it clear she knows perfectly well what he is waiting for.

“Uh no, professor. Just wanted to talk to…” he stalls as it becomes clear he has no idea what my name is. I don’t blame him, I’m surprised Mommy knows his name. I certainly don’t know him. “… Loppy.” Okay, now that was unforgivable. Not knowing my name and flirting with me is one thing, but trying to flirt with Lopunny without knowing her name is blasphemy! And while dressed as Ash! Does he even have a Pokédex on him? I desperately wish I had an angry Lopunny sound, but I settle for normal Lopunny sound and stomping my feet twice.

“Well, ‘Loppy’ doesn’t seem to want to talk to you. Sexual harassment is a very serious issue, and I think it best if you leave before her.” She seems to be trying to sound cheery and reasonable, but her voice still has an undertone of threat.

The fake Ash leaves hurriedly. And I walk over to Mommy. Happy Lopunny sound, and I do my best Lopunny pose while holding Buneary. As she smiles at my pose, I do a few little hops and happy Lopunny sound again. She laughs at my antics before getting serious.

“I think you should wait for me to leave. I’ll escort you to your car. Robert… doesn’t have a good reputation around campus. Nothing proven, but I don’t want to take any chances. I’ll just need a little bit to finish up, and I’ll need to stop by my office, but then we’ll go to your car together. Okay?”

Happy Lopunny sound. Mommy sits back at her desk and I sit at the closest chair. Mommy is probably being silly. But it still feels nice to be protected and looked after like that. I can’t wait to get home and tell her all about how great my day was. All the compliments and nice people, and how I didn’t mind being in front of them as much. I even forgot I was in public several times! It was a fantastic day. I occasionally let out a Happy Lopunny sound as I hum and play with Buneary, waiting for Mommy to finish.

She does, and true to her word she escorts me out after stopping by her office. There are still quite a few people about, but the crowds are already thinning as most students manage to escape campus for the day. Which makes it easier to spot Ash waiting on the sidewalk outside of the building. He tries to act nonchalant as we walk by, but Mommy openly glares at him.

We have to walk a little ways, but we finally make it to my car and I get in the drivers seat. Safely inside, I remove my helmet. I’m not driving with it on after all, and turn to look up at Mommy still standing beside my car. Since no one seems close, I beam my smile up at her. “I have so much to tell you later Professor.” I love you so much Mommy!

She smiles back at me. “Drive safe.” I pull out of the parking lot, my mood only slightly dampened when I drive by Ash, his eyes meeting mine as I pass him. What an asshole.