The afternoon sun shone gently through the leaves, casting golden dappled patterns across the small field beside the campsite. A warm breeze rustled the trees, and the only sound that filled the air was the soft brushing of fur and the quiet sighs of a very relaxed Lopunny.
She sat between her trainer's legs, her long, velvety ears draped over his lap like ribbons of silk. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a low, almost purring hum escaped her lips every time his fingers slid through her soft fur. The way he ran the brush along the length of her ears — slow, gentle, attentive — made her entire body tingle. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her thighs fidgeting just slightly from how good it felt.
"Ohhh… that spot…" she mumbled under her breath, biting her lip as his fingers worked closer to the base of her ears. Her long legs curled beneath her, her back arching just enough that her plump rear pressed into his hips. She couldn't help it — his touch always made her melt.
Her trainer, a tan, broad-shouldered young man named Devin, let out a soft chuckle. "You get this soft from brushing, huh?" he teased, giving her ear a playful tug.
Lopunny turned her head and gave him a half-lidded look, her cheeks flushed. "It's not just the brushing," she murmured, her voice husky. "It's you."
Devin blinked, a little caught off guard by the way her voice dropped like that. He rubbed the back of his neck. "W-Well, glad you're enjoying it."
She wanted more than brushing. So much more. She'd been in love with Devin for as long as she could remember — since the first day he caught her as a wild Buneary and nursed her back to health after she'd injured her leg. He treated her like a queen, gave her soft touches, warm food, his jacket to sleep in on cold nights.
And now, her body was fully grown — tall, curvy, and dangerously soft. She had the kind of thighs that could suffocate, a firm yet jiggly chest that bounced with each step, and legs that had trainers and Pokémon alike staring whenever she walked through town. But she didn't want their attention.
She only wanted his.
Her heart pounded as she worked up the courage to lean back, letting herself gently rest against his chest, her ears twitching with excitement. Her fluffy tail swished, and she tilted her face just a little, ready to make her move. Just a kiss. One little kiss. Just to show him how much she—
"Yo, bunny girl."
The voice cut through the air like a brick to the face.
Lopunny stiffened as a hulking figure strolled into the field. A Machamp — tall, jacked, and absolutely reeking of confidence — stepped out from behind the trees, arms crossed and grinning.
"Damn, you are fine," he said, eyeing Lopunny's curves with a smirk. "You got a trainer? Or you looking for a real champ?"
Lopunny's entire body tensed. Devin stood up immediately, stepping between her and the Machamp.
"She's with me," he said firmly. "Back off."
Machamp snorted. "Relax, bro. Just admiring the view. But hey…" His smirk widened. "If you're not satisfying her, I'd be happy to take over."
Before Devin could respond, a fist came out of nowhere.
CRACK.
Devin hit the ground like a rock, knocked out cold.
Lopunny froze. The sound of her trainer's body hitting the grass echoed in her head like a scream. She stared at him — limp, motionless — then looked up at Machamp, who was laughing and flexing his four arms proudly.
Wrong move.
Her body glowed.
A violent spark of energy surged through her — golden rings flaring around her wrists and legs, her fur tightening, her body sharpening. Her curves became even more defined, her eyes gleamed with fury, and her legs pulsed with pure fighting power.
She Mega Evolved.
Machamp's cocky grin faltered.
"Oh sh—"
Before he could finish the sentence, Mega Lopunny vanished in a blur.
CRACK.
One kick to the gut sent him flying into a tree. Before he could recover, she was on him again — fists flying, legs striking, each movement fluid and devastating. His punches never landed — she was too fast, too furious.
"You… touched him!" she screamed between blows, her fists slamming into his face, her legs whipping around to crush his arms. "You hurt him!"
Machamp was a mess — tears streaming down his face, nose broken, ribs caved in, all four arms trembling as he curled up like a child. "I-I'm sorry! P-Please, no more—!"
Lopunny's final kick sent him crashing into a bush, unconscious and groaning in pain.
She stood there, chest heaving, eyes glowing.
Then she turned around and rushed back to Devin's side.
When Devin finally stirred, his vision was blurry — warm sunlight filtered through the trees, and something soft was cradling his head. No — someone. His eyes focused, and he realized he was lying on Lopunny's thick, warm thighs. She was no longer glowing, but her Mega form hadn't faded completely — just enough to keep that toned, intense energy about her.
She was running her fingers gently through his hair, her cheeks pink as she looked down at him.
"You're awake," she whispered.
"Ugh… yeah… what happened?"
"That Machamp… hit you. I… took care of it."
Devin groaned and sat up, leaning against her legs. "You… you saved me?"
She nodded.
He blinked a few times, and then smiled. "Thanks, Lopunny… really. I owe you one."
Something in his voice — raw, full of appreciation — made her body tremble.
Without thinking, she leaned down and kissed him.
Their lips met — soft, sudden, electric. Devin's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. Her mouth was warm and eager, and her body pressed down just a little as she leaned further into it. The kiss was clumsy, passionate, full of all the feelings she'd buried for so long.
When she finally pulled back, her face was burning red, and her breath came in shaky gasps.
"I… I'm sorry, I—"
Devin reached up and touched her cheek gently.
"I'm not," he said with a crooked smile. "That was… wow."
Lopunny's heart thumped like a drum.
She smiled wide, tail flicking behind her in excitement.
She didn't need to ask if he felt the same.
He kissed her back.