Posted on 2021-06-11 22:11:40
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Posted on 2021-06-12 06:55:23
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Cynthia would make a good bunny~~~ Oh especially if she megas @.@ *drools*

Posted on 2021-06-13 18:06:40
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Oooo, really like this~

Posted on 2021-06-15 01:21:49
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Pokechampion Cynthia was frozen.

She found her hand stuck in the throwing position, Spiritomb’s ball clasped tightly in her hand instead of in flight, and her face unable to look away from the face of a pocket watch on a chain.

The Hypno had caught her out. Cynthia’s target, the one she was assigned to capture, the scourge of Grand Marsh, the abductor responsible for a handful of kidnappings over three days, had locked eyes with her at precisely the worst time.

The pocket watch swayed. Tick tock, it seemed to say. Tick tock. Hypno didn’t have a voice, so all Cynthia could rely on was the imaginary ticking noise. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Cynthia stood there, stupidly staring. The champion was halfway out of the bush, on the attack before the attack came to an abrupt stop. Her feet were stuck in a pivot. Her blonde hair still had twigs caught in them. She was aware of a tree branch snagging along the curve of her fur coat - since the only thing she could do in this situation was be aware of things and think.

Sinnoh’s champ wasn’t given to deerling-in-the-headlights moments, not typically, but something about Hypno’s beady eyes and beaklike nose pierced straight through and rendered her not angry, not upset, not determined or desperate. Nothing so combative as that.

Cynthia felt, if anything, starstruck by the attention Hypno was giving her.

The pocket watch swayed. Tick tock. Cynthia’s mind opened like a book. Hypno’s finger gestured as if turning the pages.

Cynthia noticed this. She had the play in her throat to swallow and ask something. It came out more awkward than she liked. “Excuse me? Hello?”

The finger, stubby and yellow, went down the lines of text written in Cynthia’s waking consciousness, reading her. He found a great deal of interesting things. Humans have a lot to say about themselves, so someone as storied, professional, brave, intelligent and quietly sexy as Cynthia had quite a bit of information. All of which the champ could sense were being examined at this very moment.

Somehow, this was only a numb concern. He might have had control of her, but he was just reading her mind, wasn’t he?

Cynthia focused as the pocket watch occupied her eyes. Tick tock. “Mr. Hypno? Sir?”

Weird. She never used sir. Not many people warranted sir from her station. Sir was reserved for Cynthia’s past, before she became a master of her craft, a duelist beyond compare. Cynthia addressed her opponents as equals, and all Pokemon as potential partners or combatants ready to be conquered.

Except Hypno, of course. She understood it, in that hazy way one understands a hangover. He was better than her. Surely, he was. Certainly a better psychic Pokemon, but also better in small ways, slightly bigger ways, and the more she thought on it, demonstrative ways. Every time she mulled it over, the more he warranted respect.

“I seem to have been captured by you,” she said calmly. “What is the meaning of this? I’m sure you have a good reason to have done this to me, but...”

The restraints were tight. Cynthia squirmed inside, barely able to move an inch. She tried to lean on some sort of determination, or any strong emotion that could help her budge, but no dice. Not even a rustle from the bush. Which may have been good, she thought. Didn’t Hypno have a reason to have snared her in his psychic powers? The idea was agreeable. Surely, taking control away from her was smart, or else she’d do something rash.

Maybe she could talk her way out. She cleared her throat.

“Well, introductions. Let’s begin there. My name is Cynthia. I am the champion of the Sinnoh region, but it’s honestly not that important of a title. I’m a humble champion. Err, no, that’s not right. I’m not very good, is what I meant to say. The Elite Four assigned me to capture you. You seem to be behind several abductions. I was about to corner you and attack you with my Garchomp. I’m terribly sorry not to have informed you about this request, sir that was very rude of me. Definitely should have told you I was coming. I tend to make foolish decisions from time to time. Actually, well, it’s fairly consistent. I make foolish decisions all the time. Every day, as a matter of fact. I am not a smart wo… woman…”

She blinked rapidly, not entirely believing her own words but catching back on the watch before the spell broke too much. In a flicker, her irises turned red as a blood moon. In another, her sclera turned transparent black.

What she said was honest, if a little hesitant. Cynthia felt capable before, like she’d be able to explain the situation calmly to secure her release, but as the pocket watch turned - back and forth - she started to recognize her fault. She wasn’t a very good duelist, and certainly not a thinker.

An undefinable paradigm was coming together in her head. Hypno was not only superior, increasingly so, but a gulf was growing in their capabilities. The pocket watch kept swaying, and with the silver face turning back and forth, back and forth, it was hard to argue what seemed to be a basic fact. Cynthia couldn’t remember what she was good at anymore.

Still, her mouth kept running. “Like I said before, I’m not very smart, sir. You’ve been nice to me, so I shouldn’t lie to you about my accomplishments. I haven’t accomplished anything at all. Also, I really, like, need to correct any rumors you might have heard about my competence. There’s a lot of them, for some reason. I don’t even know what the word ‘competence’ means. It’s got too many syllables. Could you tell me what, um, what ‘compettetence’ means? Did I say it right? I’m not sure it’s right because I’m a dumb lo-”

Cynthia stopped. She scrunched up her face. Her eyebrows puffed up twice their size as she tried to fight this word trying to come out of her mouth.

“-lowbrow bimbo. Achem. Sorry about that.”

Hypno didn’t seem bothered. The pocket watch swayed all the same. Tick tock.

This presented an opportunity for Cynthia to clear things up. She creased her brow to think, inadvertently doubling the girth of her eyebrows again until they were suspiciously large and cream-colored.

She might be a dumb woman, but she definitely wasn’t - you know. That thing she wouldn’t dare articulate. Surely, Hypno would understand if she just explained things to him. He was a reasonable, respectable person with an open erection. He was probably controlling her limbs, but that was fine. Hypno wouldn’t manipulate her to say things she didn’t mean or make her do lewd acts. That was a gross mishandling of his hypnotic power. On the contrary, she trusted him to move her respectfully, since he was already moving her anyway and it wasn’t her place to ask questions, since they were usually stupid questions.

Anyhow, Cynthia calmly let her body pose itself. It stepped forward, pushing its breasts out in a sultry manner. “Like, it’s hard to think sometimes? You know? Of course you know, sir, you’re, like-”

Her coat buttons popped one at the time. A swell tightened up the fabric of her top. Her cleavage deepened, the breasts inside prickling with chestnut brown fur.

“The best. The most… smart! Yeah! The best smart. The like, most smartest out there. You’re a lot smarter than this dumb lop-”

Cynthia growled. There was that thought again. That intrusive thought! She squinted until her (not-quite closed) eyes saw only the turning watch. Her face jiggled, popping forward in a round snout. She waited for the urge to pass, and then worked her jaw, wriggling her triangle nose. Buck teeth popped out, and fur prickled in a sweeping arc from her chin to her bangs.

“Like, I’m really sorry sir…” Cynthia said, grunting from exertion. “There’s this, like, thing that keeps coming up in my head, and it’s totally not like me, like, at all. Heheh, I almost keep saying it like a stupid lopuuu-”

She hurked. Barely caught herself that time. She puffed her cheeks out to contain the words that wanted to come out. In the process, she popped the air pressure in her ears, and inadvertently made them hop out of her hairline. They elongated too fast to stop, sailing up a foot before kinking down at a hard angle and draping past her shoulders. The tips bristled with cream-colored tufts, as she remembered was true to her grooming, and expanded until each one of her lop-ears was taller than she was and ended in bushy tips bigger than her lapine head.

Her body adjusted comfortably to the change in her center of gravity, though irritatingly, some hair was sitting in her peripheral vision.

“That’s like, so weird…” she mumbled, trying to get a good look at the indistinct splotch sticking between her eyes. It was difficult, since the pocket watch hadn’t stopped swaying and Cynthia didn’t have permission to look away. She recognized it was a part of her flat, blonde bangs. Cynthia grimaced.

The indistinct feeling of something wrong troubled her. Good. Good, she needed to notice these things that didn’t fit. This hair didn’t seem right. But why? Well clearly, it was the fact it was there at all. If it was causing her some weird dysphoria, then maybe...

Right as she was pondering this, she hit upon an important revelation. “Sir? Mr. Hypno guy? This is really stupid of me, but I keep forgetting to call you master!”

A weight lifted off her increasingly heavy chest. “I’ve been so, like, caught up in ex-laining myself that I forgot to give you proper respect. Like, no wonder I needed permissy-on, heehee~ Sorry, master~”

Thing one, down. That annoying tuft in her eyes was next. Her hip jutted out to the side, cocked out. Cynthia swore she did her herself. It was reasonable. She knew Hypno loved it when she stroked down her thighs, so why not tease him. Her hips shifted slowly, attracting his lurid eyes as the fabric surrounding them began to blister. The thread hem popped open, a muffled pop-pop sound, as the thigh muscle bulged and opened up holes down the hem. She leaned into them, grinning with her blatant bunny teeth. The hems broke open to her whims, one section at the time.

Why exactly she was wearing anything and not going commando was anyone’s guess. Cynthia hated clothes. She knew that much. Slacks and panties were so not her, that she couldn’t feel comfortable putting them in her mental image. Why did she decide to wear clothes to show off to her master while a lopun- no no, while a human like her (good save) was so adverse to them?

“... oh!” Cynthia suddenly realized. “It’s because you like to see me strip for you?”

Hypno didn’t nod, but Cynthia was sure he would. Something told her he liked a good strip tease. Something else also told her she was forgetting something, multiple problems, but she forgot that as quickly as she forgot about her hair being a problem.

Her fingers pinched at the hem of her pants. Curls tickled around her wrists, but she didn’t mind. These were the clear and better replacement to the Mightyena fur-cuffs on her coat. Fur she grew as a human, which was extra soft. The curls swam around her palms and knuckles as she slowly took off her slacks.

The first time she felt truly in control of her body in minutes, and she loved it. She basked in the feeling of cool air hitting her pores, coaxing them to double up in downy hairs. They ran up her navel and down to the groin, right under her satin panties. She shivered as the pubic hair took on a subtly different texture underneath.

“Mmmh, that’s one, master. Can I, like, toss my panties away sir? I don’t need them, since I’m a lopunn- nonoooo. No, I got it. master. I got it.”

She felt hurried, for good reason. The muscle growing in her hips was feeding up into the ass. If she didn’t take her panties off now, then she might just rip through the lacy lining and expose her butt! Which she wanted to do anyway, but on her own terms - least until Hypno made her vy.

Hypno could do that. He was a strong, sexy Pokemon, endowed with body changing power, and she was just a… mmh…

Cynthia carefully disrobed before she got carried away. Focus, stupid, she told herself. Her ass hiked up as the panties came off, swaddled with fur and dimpled with fat. Her hips had grown wider than her shoulders, which was accurate, and the ass that straddled her fantastic curves was so wonderfully plush and fat, it even had a puffball tail.

Recognizing how sexy it was, Cynthia posed. She posed with a spirited, stupid vigor. Tail out, legs spread, and eyes locked forward. She clapped her ass with her hands and pushing up her tits like an amateur stripper. “Ehehe~ Wow…”

She stepped until she stomped, confidence starting to seep out of her fur. The stomps split open her shoes, but that was fine. Paws don’t need shoes. And she had fine paws, and cream fur patterns like thigh boots popping out of the brown coat.

By now, she had disrobed all the way down. She was completely naked.

To a trainer, anyway. To Hypno, and to any, like, good-brained creature looking at her, they’d know immediately that she didn’t need them. Clothes were unnecessary. She had fur up and down her body, covering everything except glossy black nipples poking out, bumpy and broad, and open orifices like a swollen asshole and a thirsty mouth aching to take proper insertions.

Like dicks.

Dicks.

Like… like, dicks?

Fat cocks. Hard members. Man meat and delicious salty cream.

Cynthia’s brain hung on that thought like a dial tone. Dicks. Diiiiiicks. It was all she could think about. Not even that dreaded intrusive thought, that thing that was totally not her, seemed unimportant next to the images of dicks bobbing and dancing in the mind’s eye. She grinned stupidly.

Sway went the pocket watch. Tick tock, dear.

Cynthia’s eyes twitched with recognition. Right. She totally forgot something important.

Cynthia picked at her hair, which was still sticking into her peripheral vision. “Like… like, master? I totally hate to ask you to do something for me, since you’re sooo busy and stuff, but can you take care of this for me???”

She squinted indignantly at the thing, grabbing it between her furry fingers. They stuck out of the cottonball fluff lining around the hand, just barely visible. It was a good reprieve from seeing hair on her head - since her cream-colored fur was so thick and luxurious it obscured almost anything it swallowed - but this obnoxious mop had no excuse to keep existing anymore.

Of many things, Cynthia wasn’t sure, but of one thing, she knew what was right. “I’m not supposed to have hair, master. It’s like, totally wrong? I’m all fur. Hair’s so totally a human thing, and I’m just a moron lopunny, I don’t need it. In fact...”

The bunny pokemon blinked, as the magic word of this hypnotic spell locked everything in place. Her mind was permanently changed. “Why do I have a name, master?” she said, mildly irritated. “I’m just a lopunny slut. Like, I don’t get upper and lowercase anyway, so it’s not even like, a real name or whatever? It’s just ‘lopunny?’ Can you take this Cynthia thing away? I don’t wanna name! I’m a dumb bunny! Pleeeeeeease? Please, master? It sucks!”

She stomped to make her point. “It sucks, it sucks, it suuuuuuucks, master! And the hair too? Pleaaaaaase!”

With as emphatic as a request as that, Hypno had to oblige. The lopunny paused to let Hypno understand what she wanted and then smiled, as her hair began to shrink back on itself. “Ehehehe… look at it go~...”

It took several minutes for it all to disappear, but true to her simpleton roots, the lopunny didn’t have a problem. She was amazed, the little ignoramus, by the feeling of her scalp tightening up, putting her fingers through her hair every few seconds to mark the progress of it all. Once upon a time, Cynthia had blonde curtains of hair going down to her back. Once upon a time, she had a name. But those were outmoded things now. In the lopunny’s view, these human qualities were better off consigned to the dustbin of memory, though she wouldn’t be able to pronounce consigned or dustbin to say so, bless her heart.

Instead of worrying about it, though, the pokeslut celebrated as the remainder of her hair merged with the fur on her head, and left her totally, completely indistinguishable. What a relief. She giggled, checked her head one more time, and basked in the feeling of anonymity.

Now properly devolved and blossomed into an empty-headed nymph, the bunny pokemon said goodbye to her friend and master Hypno, and set off to find trainers ogle, admire, and maybe take back. Her master was generous, after all. She’d totally enjoy sisters...

Posted on 2021-12-05 19:58:32
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