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[#] Welcome to my new Pokémon oneshot smut project! The first chapter contains no smut as I’m setting the scene. Starting from Chapter 2 , every chapter will include lemons.

[#] More details on what the upcoming chapters will be like, and where you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted, are included after the story.

[#] You can join my discord server: discord.gg/52MmzuEQhR

[#*#*# Start of Chapter #*#*#]

[Cover: https://imgbox.com/SZXMAusC]

The cameras turn on, aimed dead center on the studio. The lights hum softly as they adjust, bathing the dark-haired, blue-eyed interviewer in a warm golden glow. The journalist is a woman in a sharp black suit and pencil skirt that hugs her thin waist and shows off her curves in all the right places. Her name is Linda Moore.

Even though she is a seasoned professional with years of experience, Linda has only been hosting her own show for a few weeks. She cannot help feeling a spark of excitement about today’s interview, the kind of name everyone in the world knows, the Professor Oak.

Linda leans forward in her chair, notepad balanced on her knee, and catches her producer’s signal telling her the show is live.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Coffee with Linda, hosted by your girl Linda Moore,” she says with a polished smile, the kind years of television have perfected until it looks friendly even though it is one hundred percent corporate. “Tonight I’m interviewing one of the biggest names in Pokemon research: the legendary Professor Oak.” She finishes by pointing across the set at a figure still hidden in shadow.

The idea of keeping the guest hidden from both the audience and the host until the interview begins came straight from the producers mouth. He decided on it the second he realized the guest’s name was going to cause confusion.

The spotlight above the guest flares to life, revealing the man. Linda’s eyes go wide in shock and she freezes.

‘This man could never be Professor Oak.’ She though in silence.

First of all, he is younger than the legendary professor. He looks like a middle-aged man, tall, tanned, with a sharp jawline sporting a scruffy, unkempt beard and a cheeky grin plastered across his face. He wears a white lab coat, but the damn thing is in terrible shape, completely crumpled.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Linda is snapped out of her shock by the faint smell of cheap liquor and cigars drifting from her guest.

She frowns thinking the man has some nerve showing up for a live interview without even bothering to iron his clothes. He sits there in a completely wrinkled lab coat over a slightly faded yellow shirt with a green collar that looks like a random sports team jersey he bought too many years ago.

But it is not just the lab coat that wrecks any image of a respectable researcher. The man also rocks what Linda thinks has to be the tackiest gold chain she has ever seen in her life, and to make it even worse, the ‘professor’ wears purple sunglasses indoors. A fashion choice that, in her opinion, he is absolutely not pulling off, despite his cocky, laid-back posture.

“Thanks, dollface,” the professor says, already burning through the tiny shred of good faith Linda had started to build for him. “But before we start this interview, I’d like to make one thing clear: I’m not ‘The Professor Oak.’ People get hung up on the name all the time.”

Linda blinks in surprise at the show of humility from a man who looks so sloppy. It actually makes her feel a little bad for judging him so quickly.

“Agreed. Thanks for the clarification,” Linda nods, turning toward a specific corner of the studio, whispering a threat. “Not like some certain producers who act like entitled pricks and are basically begging for a lawsuit.”

The professor lets out a loud laugh at the host’s jab at her own producer.

Trying to steer the interview back on track, Linda turns to her guest and asks, “But since you share the same last name, I assume you’re related to him, right?”

The professor grins at her and points a right-handed finger gun. “Bingo, dollface.”

The nickname makes a vein pop on Linda’s forehead. She keeps the anger and frustration locked down thanks to years of professionalism in front of the camera.

“So are you the son or nephew of the legendary Professor Samuel Oak?” Linda asks.

“Nope, and let me be crystal clear, I’m not Gary Oak's father.” He raises both hands in surrender. “Arceus knows we’ll never figure out who that is.”

Linda laughs awkwardly at the guest’s remark before firing off another question. “So you’re not related to the legendary Professor?”

“I am related to him, but only as a first cousin once removed,” he says nonchalantly, crossing his legs and revealing to the audience that he is wearing knee-high shorts and blue flip-flops. “I’m the son of Professor Samson Oak.”

“I’ve heard of him,” Linda perks up. “He’s the Pokemon Professor in the Alola region. His research on regional forms and Totem Pokemon is remarkable.”

The interviewee smiles proudly at the praise for his father as he leans forward. “And don’t forget that my old man is also an expert Mantine surfer, he used to hold the highest scores at all four of Alola’s surfing beaches.”

“That’s… also great,” Linda laughs awkwardly, trying to keep the mood light between them. “And your name is?”

“Oh yeah,” he mutters, remembering he hadn’t introduced himself. “I’m Professor Hardas Oak.”

“Ha-ha!” Linda bursts out laughing for real, slapping her knee. “Now that’s a good one.”

But the professor across from her is not laughing. In fact, for the first time since she met him, he is not even smiling.

Realizing her small blunder, Linda composes herself, clears her throat, and recovers her professional posture.

“I apologize.”

Hardas grins at her. “That’s fine, dollface.”

Once again a vein pops on Linda’s forehead, but she lets the professor have it this time, she had just laughed at his name, after all.

“Now that we have the introductions out of the way,” Linda begins, adjusting herself in her chair and picking up her notepad, “let’s get to the reason you came here. The strange global phenomenon affecting Pokemon everywhere, changing their forms to something closer to a human body.”

“Yes,” he says, nodding. His expression turns serious, and for the first time he actually looks like a scholar. “People outside academia call it anthropomorphization because it makes Pokemon forms closer to the human body.”

“Your tone suggests that’s the wrong terminology,” Linda infers.

“Wrong isn’t the right word, it’s just limited,” the professor corrects. “We already have Pokemon with anatomy close to humans, but even those are shifting to something even closer to the human form.”

“What about Pokemon bodies that are completely different from humans?” Linda asks.

“There are reports of Pokemon, like an Ekans, growing arms and legs,” the professor says while Linda’s eyes go wide. “Changes that drastic needed a more appropriate term. That’s why the scientific community uses Humanizing Mutation of Form and Anatomy.”

“That sure is a mouthful, Professor,” Linda complains, trying to write it down in her notepad.

“It sure is, dollface, but you can also call it ‘HMOFA’,” he says, grinning at the reporter.

“Okay…” Linda trails off as she quickly checks her notes for the next question. “And does the scientific community know the cause of this HMOFA phenomenon?”

“Unfortunately, there is insufficient data for a meaningful answer,” the professor states, shaking his head in bitter embarrassment. “But that doesn’t mean we know nothing about what’s happening.”

“That’s great news!” Linda exclaims, genuinely excited. “What do you know?”

“Whatever this phenomenon is, it only affects Pokemon,” the professor says, looking seriously at Linda.

“Well, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Linda retorts, confused by the obvious remark.

With a sly grin on his face, the professor shakes his head. “It may look obvious, but in actual scientific research we isolate and analyze the phenomenon and every variable before jumping to conclusions.”

“I mean… sure,” Linda agrees, surprised by the professor’s sudden professionalism.

“Thanks to that, we’ve already discovered that whatever is causing this only affects Pokemon and no other organism, not humans, not insects, not even unicellular life.”

“That’s remarkable,” Linda comments in awe.

“That’s right, dollface,” the professor adds, making the host frown at him again. “But the greatest mystery is that only female Pokemon seem to be changing.”

Linda tilts her head in curiosity. Before she can find the words to express her confusion, the professor keeps talking.

“I know, I know,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. “That seems kinda sus.”

“Not the exact word I would use, but yes,” Linda agrees warily. “That seems rather questionable in an insidious manner.”

“Ooooh,” the professor mouths, impressed. “Now that’s some fancy vocabulary, lady.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Linda growls through clenched teeth, barely holding back her displeasure. “Since that’s all you know about this HMOFA phenomenon, I suspect your research has hit a wall?”

“That’s…” He starts hesitantly, then sighs, tiredly admitting the truth. “Yeah, that’s a fair statement.”

“I also know that your budget requests for all research institutes have been denied,” Linda adds, completely wiping the grin off Professor Hardas’s face.

The man who had been charismatic, confident, and a total sleaze just moments ago looks like a different person now. His body sinks into the armchair as he stares down at the floor, desolated.

Even though the guy has been getting on Linda’s nerves, she swallows hard, suddenly feeling bad for the professor, she looks like she has just killed his spirit.

“Well…” She trails off, glancing at the camera. Her professional training kicks in, telling her it is time to end the interview. “That’s all for today. This was Professor Hardas Oak-.”

“No!” the professor raises his voice, cutting her off. “That was not all, Linda.”

The interviewer turns back to him. He is still looking down, but his voice is as resolute as steel.

“I refuse to give up,” he says, lifting his head and staring straight into the camera. “I’m a Pokemon Professor! I owe it to my research, to uncover the mysteries of the world, not just for myself, but for my family and my mentors, Doctor Xodium and Professor Harkness!”

Not only Linda, but her entire crew shifts into high gear. They are all experienced professionals used to dealing with high-risk, high-reward interviewees. They recognize the pattern in Professor Hardas’s speech. They know he is about to do something incredible, or something awful, and either way it will make great television.

The professor stands up, still staring at the camera. “Even if those limp-dick college geezers won’t help me with the money, even if the scientific community keeps calling me a nepo failure and a sick degenerate, I won’t stop my research!”

“Sick degenerate?” Linda repeats, confused.

The reporter’s remark goes ignored as the professor keeps monologuing.

“That’s why I emptied my bank account, sold my car, and put my house on a triple reverse mortgage to finance my research.”

“Your poor credit score,” Linda whispers in awe.

“Please,” the professor snorts in disdain. “You sound like my ex.”

Before Linda can even question what kind of woman would marry a guy like him, he keeps talking.

“Right now my field agents are scattered all around the world,” he says proudly. “I’ve already received confirmation from six field agents that they had direct contact with those HMOFA Pokemon.”

“Is it wise to have field agents? You don’t have sponsors for your research and are paying from your own pocket, why don't you do it yourself?” Linda asks.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, dollface , but I’m just one man.” Grinning wickedly at her, the professor answers, “I’m still a college professor giving classes, and there will always be college students desperate for credits.”

“Is that ethical?” Linda asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Ha!” He barks out a laugh. “I only care that it’s not illegal, dollface.”

The nickname irritates the reporter, but she steels herself and asks, “So I suppose you’ll get results soon?”

“For sure,” he says, nodding with pride. “One of them sended me material from his seventh-degree contact with an HMOFA Lopunny.”

“Seventh-degree contact?” Linda asks, curious.

The professor stares at Linda smugly, shaking his head like a disappointed father. “You’re not very cultured, are you, dollface?”

Giving the professor a cheerful smile, Linda leans in close to him, covering her own microphone as she whispers, “I also cut disrespectful bitches like you with rusty razors.”

Eyes wide, the professor goes quiet, stunned by the threat.

“Well, that’s our time, folks,” Linda says, turning back to the camera and ending the program. “I don’t know about you, but I sure can’t wait to see what mysteries Professor Hardas uncovers in the near future. Until then, have a great night.”

The lights begin to dim, but before the microphones cut out, a quick exchance slips through.

“So… are you single?” the professor asks.

“You cannot be serious,” Linda growls.

“What can I say? I like my women like my coffee,” the professor says as the signal finally cuts. “Crazy hot and bitter.”

[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]

E ai gurizada…

[#] If you enjoyed this story, you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted on my Patreon: Avipray.

[#] I hope you guys enjoyed this introductory chapter of my new project. I’m gonna break it down point by point right here to make this project crystal clear.

[1] Who’s That Pokemon on My ‘D’ is a collection of one-shot smut stories. Each chapter will feature a different anthro female Pokemon paired with an adult human male.

[2] All the males are adult men.

[3] All the Pokemon want to engage in ‘physical activity’ with adult human males, and they all pass the Harkness test:

1 – Does the character have human-level or greater intelligence?

Yes. Just like in the original games and anime, most Pokemon are already smart creatures capable of complex thoughts and feelings. After the HMOFA, even the ones that looked slow in the show now demonstrate full human-level intellect.

2 – Does the character talk or otherwise communicate?

Yes. Like in the original, most Pokemon can already understand human language. Some in the TV show could speak outright, the ones that couldn’t still communicated through body language, nodding, hand signs, and even drawing.

3 – Is the character of sexual maturity for its species?

YES! I’m not gonna get into the weeds on this one, just know that every Pokemon here is of ‘legal age’, same as the man she partners with.

[4] Every chapter will have at least one AI-generated image of the Pokemon, made by me.

[5] You can suggest Pokemon, scenarios, body types(Thicc, milf, petite, shortstack, amazon, tomboyish, etc…), and even the kind of guy you wanna see in these stories. For example, one of the first six chapters is already locked in: a tall, chubby Meganium paired with a guy who looks like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.

[6] Unfortunately, the posting schedule for this story is going to be irregular, but it’ll also be affected by how popular it gets. So if you liked it and want to see more, drop a comment and share it around.

[7] Did the HMOFA acronym feel forced? What can I say except: “Maintaining the HMOFA agenda is our top priority.”

[8] Here’s what’s already available:

{$} Ch. 02 – Lopunny [Public available]

Bunny Pounce Nerd - Cover: https://imgbox.com/XOwSh019

{$} Ch. 03 – Machamp [Public available]

Muscle Dommy Mommy - Cover: https://imgbox.com/5OqQuyBN

{$} Ch. 04 – Absol [Patreon only]

Disaster Claims her Rescuer - Cover: https://imgbox.com/QW7OmKHH

{$} Ch. 05 – Meganium [Patreon only]

Thicc and High - Cover: https://imgbox.com/ozlSFqs6

{$} Ch. 06 – Toxtricity [Patreon only]

Punk vs Metal - Cover: https://imgbox.com/4pmae2RQ

{$} Ch. 07 – Arcanine [Patreon only]

Good Girl - Cover: https://imgbox.com/fcWZ9uwR

{$} Ch. 08 – Latias [Patreon only]

Legendary HMOFA - Cover: https://imgbox.com/UQbVXr9E

Welcome to a hornier Pokemon world.

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[#*#*# Start of Chapter #*#*#]

[Field Agent – Neeerd]

[HMOFA POKEMON DATA ACQUIRED]

In a precarious laboratory, practically falling apart, Professor Hardass Oak reads his student’s email. The young man was sent off as a field agent for the Professor, financing his own research on mutated Pokemon that went through the HMOFA [Humanizing Mutation of Form and Anatomy].

“Louis Skolnik,” Hardass mutters aloud. “That’s a nerdy name for a nerdy boy.” He chuckles to himself.

As he reads the message, the professor recalls how such a devoted student ended up begging to join his research.

“A young, inexperienced man led on by a beautiful woman,” he sighs, feeling a pang of genuine pity for Louis. “It sucks, but that is the kind of experience that builds character… or makes you an incel.”

The professor reclines into his stained chair, drifting back to his own conquests and romantic losses.

“If he overcomes this experience, he will certainly become a splendid young man,” the professor grins, already picturing the most probable Pokemon species HMOFA waiting for Louis. “Lucky him. The best kind of medicine for a broken heart is going to jump him, literally.” he adds at the end laughing.

#*#*#

[Image/ Map: https://imgbox.com/ySI0MpdT]

Region: Sinnoh

Route: 205

Location: Eterna Forest

Agent: Louis Skolnik

HMOFA Pokemon: Lopunny

#*#*#

[Chapter Cover: https://imgbox.com/XOwSh019]

Deep in the Sinnoh region, where Route 205 melts into the untamed wilds, Eterna Forest rises like a temperate labyrinth of towering trees. Faint sunlight filters down to the moss-carpeted floor, painting long, dancing shadows across the living maze of winding paths. The air remains perpetually chilly and damp, carrying a faint mist scented with pine resin, wet earth, and hidden wildflowers.

Soft drizzles drift from the leaves above, keeping the ground forever soft and fertile. Massive oaks and evergreens stand like pillars, their bark etched by centuries, branches draped in ferns and creeping vines. Thick trunks press close, forcing travelers to weave between fallen logs and glowing, moss-covered stones.

Though the forest offers a mysterious, whimsical scenery wrapped in a slightly freezing climate, that does not stop an outsider from sweating as he trudges through the woods.

“Huff, huff,” a young man gasps, already on the first hike of his life.

Hiking in a forest can be a joyful activity, but that idea flies straight out the window when the person in question is someone like Louis Skolnik. Despite being a young man in his early twenties and nowhere near overweight, he has never done any exercise in his life that did not involve walking from the bus stop to his home.

“Arceus dammit!” the frustrated young man gasps, almost out of breath. “My legs are killing me.”

On top of a lifetime with almost zero physical activity, Louis now hikes through an untrailed, dense forest, something that is not just difficult but downright dangerous.

One of those dangers being of course environmental hazards.

“Ouch!” Louis grunts, tripping over a tree root.

Until last year, a trek through dangerous woods would not even have crossed Louis’s mind. The young man was breezing through college. He never has any problems with classes, assignments, or even exams.

“Why is my life like this?” he whines, lying sprawled on the forest floor. “It’s all that hack of a professor’s fault and… hers.” he groans remorsefully.

Exhausted, Louis remembers the chain of events that dragged him into asking Professor Hardass Oak for help, a position students usually pray they will never be in.

A few months back, a beautiful woman named Erika started talking to him. Some men would be thrilled at the prospect of a pretty girl approaching them, very few would think it was no big deal. But Erika was more than a pretty girl, she is the kind of woman a shy geek would only dream of even speaking to, let alone an awkward nerd like Louis.

At that time they talked between classes, shared lunch, and studied together.

What Louis didn't notice at the time is that Erika was using him. He basically tutored her for free, handling most of her assignments and projects.

Blinded by love, Louis took his sweet time to ask her out. When he finally did, Erika told him she was already dating someone and that she saw Louis as nothing more than a dear friend.

Trying to not look like a jerk, Louis took on the chin and swallowed down his feelings. But even after the rejection, the young man still failed to realize he was being used, until last year’s final exams arrived, when Erika got the grades she needed and immediately blocked him from every form of communication.

That took the young man by surprise. At the time Louis tried to confront her, he asked what he had done for her to ignore him when he was supposedly such a dear friend.

Erika was furious at his confrontation. She called him a stalking freak and warned that she would call her boyfriend to break his legs if he ever spoke to her again.

“Worst of all…” Louis states, sobbing on the forest floor. “I am such a simp for her, dedicating all my free time to helping her with her work and tutoring her, that I don’t do my own assignments.”

Taking a deep breath, he stands, scraping together the few scraps of energy he has left on his aching body to keep walking.

“That’s why I went to that crazy hack, Professor Hardass. With the credits for helping him with his research, I won’t lose a year.” He grunts, walking slowly as something dawns on him. “Besides gathering intel on this mutated Pokemon, I don’t even know what his research is about. I don’t even like Pokemon, and I always thought of them as dangerous creatures. But even not liking them that much, it seems wrong and cruel to put them to fight each other.”

His lack of interest in Pokemon battles and the culture surrounding it has made Louis a social pariah for most of his life, so the young man avoids social interaction and focuses on his own interests. Engineering, specifically aerospace.

His dream is to design the tools for the age of space exploration like rockets, hovers, drones, and all kinds of gadgets.

“I’m an engineer geek, not a bushcraft nerd!” he complains, trailing off and kicking a few rocks. “I don’t even know what those HMOFA Pokemon look like. Hardas, that ass-hat of a professor, just said that ‘I would know when I saw it’ before shoving a one-way ticket to the Sinnoh region at me with the promise of my ticket back home if I found some of those mutated Pokemon and gathered some ‘spicy info’ about them.”

Louis keeps walking, grumbling and mumbling to himself, still confused about why Hardass waggled his eyebrows when he said “spicy info,” when something else dawns on him.

“Holy Distortion World!” Louis curses aloud. “For how long have I been talking to myself like a freaking lunatic? Did I go insane?”

To make matters worse, Louis has no Pokemon with him for protection or to help him catch the HMOFA Pokemon he is supposed to find. The young man is also unaware that the forest inhabitants have been avoiding him ever since he proved incapable of keeping quiet.

Hours of hiking through the forest pass by, which feels more like an eternity to Louis, the frustrated man is so caught up in his own thoughts that he does not notice the large shadow forming on the ground directly in front of him.

Even worse, he does not notice the over two-meter-tall [over seven feet] Pokemon emerging from behind a large pine tree trunk.

“Kyuu?” chirps the bipedal Pokemon, taken by surprise by Louis’s presence in the forest.

The Pokemon freezes as Louis keeps walking and smashes straight into her body.

THUMP!

“Son of a Furfrou!” he yelps, falling flat on his ass, his glasses clattering onto the forest floor. “Oh no, I can’t see!” Louis whines, desperately feeling around the ground.

The Pokemon Louis just bumped into stares down at him, giggling melodically. She finds the bumbling creature funny, like a lost kit. But her mirth evaporates the instant she realizes this creature is not a Pokemon or a kit.

Her eyes go widen, locking onto Louis’s body. Her mutated instincts awaking at the presence of the male in front of her.

No, not just a male, she thinks sniffing the air and drinking the scent rising from the male on the floor. A human male.

With her attention laser-focused on the human, she notices he is searching for something with great difficulty, barely able to see as he blindly paws at everything in front of him.

Looking around she spots a shiny object on the floor. Guessing such a strange objet must be what he’s looking for, she picks it up, and places it gently into the desperate human’s palm.

The human freezes for a second when a big, strong hand touches him. But Louis quickly relaxes as he fell the careful tenderness of the hand, sliding exactly what he is looking for right into his grasp.

“Thank you, whoever you are,” he says in great relief, still on his knees, heads down, sliding his glasses back onto his face. “I’m practically blind without my glassssssss…”

Louis trails off the moment his eyes lock onto the Pokemon’s legs. His head tilts upward slowly, drinking in the view.

[HMOFA Lopunny: https://imgbox.com/OWFdHoTW]

Her fur is a rich chocolate brown, soft and glossy over a beautiful fluffy coat, but what truly steals his breath is her body. Long, toned legs give way to thick, powerful thighs and wide, fertile hips that look like they were sculpted straight out of a gentleman’s wet dreams.

Louis’s throat goes bone-dry. He knows without a doubt that this Pokemon is female. His gaze keeps climbing, searing every inch of her into his mind.

A fluffy belly leads up to breasts bigger than his head, capped with plump, pink nipples begging to be sucked on.

When he finally reaches her face, he realizes she is a Lopunny. Her cute rabbit features have shifted into something far more human, yet her sclera remains pitch black and her irises glow a vivid pink.

“T-That’s an HMOFA p-Pokemon?” he stammers, stunned. “That’s just a bimbofied version of a Lopunny.”

She ignores his shocked remark completely, getting closer to him. Powerful hands slip under his armpits, and she lifts him effortlessly off the ground, raising him until they are eye to eye.

Louis’s feet dangle uselessly in the air while he stays frozen in disbelief at the view. The Lopunny grins, showing wicked and hungry desires as she slowly licks her lips. The motion sends a violent shiver of fear and raw arousal racing down his spine.

“W-wait, what d-do you want-?!” Louis tries to force the question out, but the creature cuts him off, leaning her face closer until her breath ghosts over his skin.

Her presence is overwhelming, intimidating in the most arousing way possible for a shy virgin like him. His mouth hangs open, he cannot form a single coherent thought, let alone a sentence.

Seizing the moment, she claims his mouth in a fierce kiss.

“Mrrrm,” the mutated Pokemon growls deep in his mouth, voice thick with hunger.

Louis’s eyes fly wide open as her tongue pushes past his lips and utterly dominates his own.

Pure instinct makes him wriggle and twist, trying to escape the towering creature, but Lopunny refuses to let her prey go. She yanks him against her body, smothering his face deep between her massive tits while she kisses him even harder, even hungrier than before.

The sudden lustful assault is too much for the young man. The intense heat rolling off her, the way her heavy breasts envelop him completely, the relentless tongue kiss, every new sensation overloads his untouched nerves.

Louis’s mind gives out completely. He loses consciousness right there in her arms.

*[Virgin Nerd Fainted!] *

The human's body went limp, catching Lopunny's attention, making her end the kiss.

“Awee!” she exclaims, worried, but a quick sniff of his body and a check of his still-beating heart calmed her. “Awee-woo-whoo!” she chirps, relieved.

She lightly shakes the unconscious human, trying to awaken him, but unfortunately, he gives no sign of life.

“Piun...” she grunts, frustrated at having her ‘playtime’ cut short.

Lucky her, an idea pops into her head as she hoists the unconscious human onto her left shoulder and trails off, humming happily toward her burrow.

#*#*#

In a shallow burrow nest, Louis starts to wake.

“Aaaaaah,” yawns the naked human. “Weird…” he mutters, blindly patting around, looking for his glasses. “I don’t remember going to sleep naked.”

While he fumbles in the dark, a tall figure steps closer and presses the glasses into his searching hand. Louis grabs them, nodding in appreciation.

“Thanks, man, I had the weirdest dream,” he says to what he assumes is his roommate while sliding the frames back onto his face. “I was attacked by some sort of bombshell Pokemon and-. oh fuck!” He cuts himself off mid-sentence as the truth slams into him: the dream is actually his reality.

She smirks at his reaction, looming over the human like a living shadow. Louis’s mind kicks into overdrive as he finally takes in his surroundings. He is lying in a shallow burrow, faint daylight leaking through the partially covered ceiling of woven branches and leaves. His own clothes are spread beneath him, serving as a makeshift bedsheet on a crude mattress of straw, dried leaves, and what looks like thick, chocolate-brown fur, Lopunny fur.

Panicking, the human tries to scramble backward on his elbows, but he freezes dead in place the instant Lopunny’s eyes begin to shine with a swirling pink light, heart-shaped energy hue.

*[Lopunny used Charm!] *

Louis’s eyes go wide, every last scrap of inhibition melting away as his gaze locks helplessly onto Lopunny’s curvy, and exaggerated female proportions.

His heart hammers hard inside his chest while the creature crawls onto the makeshift bed, moving straight for him. Her bubbly ass and generous breasts jiggle heavily with every slow, deliberate shift of her body.

“What do you want with me?” Louis cries out in pure despair. “Is this some sick joke from a trainer ordering you?”

Even though her full attention is fixed on the male human beneath her, she ignores his frantic pleas completely. Lopunny's hungry stare narrows on one specific part of him, the thick, engorging, hardening part already twitching between his legs.

His throat goes bone-dry as her mouth waters openly, strings of saliva dripping from her lips.

Without another second of hesitation Lopunny dives forward, taking his entire dick to the base in one wet, greedy gulp.

GLOOOK!

“Ooooooh…” Louis moans up at the ceiling, the sound dragged out of him like a broken gasp.

Seconds tick by, but the Lopunny stays perfectly still, lips sealed tight around the root of his cock.

Despite every faint notion of sex knowledge coming straight from porn, Louis finds her lack of movement strangely intense. She is not sucking or bobbing, she is simply savoring him, tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft while she breathes in deep, sniffing his crotch with obvious, shameless hunger.

“What are you-.”

*[Lopunny used Draining Kiss!] *

“SWEET ARCEUS!” the human shouts.

The Lopunny is draining his life through his dick while bobbing her head, choking on his member.

*GLOK! GLUCK! GLOCK! *

He squirms under her savage attack, but she keeps him locked in place, her iron grip on his thighs making it impossible to flee.

“Wait, it's too much,” the man begs, but the Lopunny just kept working, slurping and bobbing its head. “Oooooo…” he moans rolling his eyes.

*GLOK! SLURP! GLUCK! GLOCK! *

Louis surrenders to the pleasure. Arching his back he reaches with his hands and grabs the Pokemon's ears, shoving his dick even deeper into her face.

“Take it!” he groans, cumming into Lopunny's mouth.

Ropes of cum burst into the Lopunny. The Pokemon's tongue waggles actively, tasting the seed before gulping it all down.

“Kyuuuuu…” she hums happily around his cock, the deep, satisfied sound vibrating straight through his shaft like she has just savored the finest gourmet meal.

As soon as post-nut clarity hits him, insecurity starts to brew. Louis remembers all the time and effort he lost with Erika souring his mood.

Not wanting to lose any more time in uncertainty, Louis dares to question his captor. “Do I leave now?”

“Hyum?” Lopunny turns her head to him curiously.

“I mean...” he starts hesitantly. “You already got what you wanted, right? So now… I should just take a hike and leave, right?”

In response, the Pokemon grins slyly at him, causing shivers to run through the human.

“What are you gonna do now?” he asks, feeling scared and aroused.

*[Lopunny used Charm!] *

Her eyes glow with pink hearts, and Louis's inhibitions drop even lower, this time to non-existence.

“Not again...” he groans, his dick reacting and already hardening.

Smirking at his reaction, she jumps the human.

*[Lopunny used Play Rough!] *

Tackling Louis, the Lopunny pins him down onto her nest bed. With his eyes squeezed shut, he strains to wrench himself free from the Pokemon’s clutches, but it’s useless. Her grip doesn’t waver even a fraction.

He struggles some more, but his fighting spirit crumbles the instant something warm and wet drips onto the head of his dick.

“Hm?” he groans, cracking his eyes open.

The sight entices him immediately. The bunny’s slick entrance hovering right above him, a glistening strand of her arousal stretching down to kiss his cock.

“Aaaah.” He groans in anticipation.

But she doesn’t move. She simply stays there, completely still, hands locked around his arms, feet pinning his legs wide beneath her. Louis blinks, confused, while his desire swells hotter with every second her dripping groin lingers just out of reach.

“Why did you stop?”

Her only answer is a smirk. Her wet, hot pussy hovers ready to sink onto his aching member, yet she keeps it cruelly away. Lost and utterly confused, the young man can’t understand why the creature would suddenly halt her advance.

He squirms beneath her as his own arousal climbs, until a sudden idea hits him, a probable reason on why she’s holding back.

“You want me to ask for it?”

She nods, eyes sparkling. Her smirk stretches into a full shit-eating grin.

“But you already dragged me against my will, sucked my dick, you-.” He cuts himself off, gaze flicking desperately between his own throbbing dick and her face. “Now you want consent?”

She just chuckles, licking her lips with lazy patience. Louis stares at her dripping, inviting snatch and swallows hard, still trying to keep his cool.

Seconds tick by, another clear, warm drop lands on his dick. That’s when Lopunny's patience finally frays.

“Kyuuu,” she growls, lowering her head until her breath ghosts his left ear.

“Wait, I didn’t-.” he starts to protest, but she nibbles his earlobe. “Fuuuck!” His whole body convulses, hips bucking wildly in a frantic attempt to impale himself on her wetness.

She chuckles at his desperation, keeping her dripping cunt just out of reach.

Breathing hard, something inside Louis finally snaps.

“Just do it, you bimbo bunny,” he growls, voice thick with surrender.

“Prrr,” she purrs, utterly content, and finally sits herself onto his groin.

*[Lopunny used Bounce!] *

Her fat, bubbly ass slams down hard onto his dick with a wet slap.

SLAP!

“Argh!” Louis groans, the sound ripping out of him in a raw mix of pain and pleasure.

The Lopunny smirks proudly down at him. She sets a neck-breaking speed and pace, bouncing wildly on his lap as her tight, velvety pussy milks his cock with every frantic stroke.

*[Lopunny used Bounce X4 times!] *

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The pain becomes less than an annoyance as the pleasure rises, and Louis starts to buck his hips, meeting Lopunny's movements.

“Wee-woo...” she moans in pleasure, laying on Louis and hugging him closer as her hips keep bouncing faster on his dick.

*[Lopunny used Bounce multiple times!] *

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

As they reach the peak, they cum together.

“Rargh!” Louis groans, bucking his hips and trying to drive even deeper inside her.

Thick ropes of seed spurt deep into the Lopunny as she shivers, her pussy clamping hard around the human’s dick and milking every last drop. “Kyyyy.”

After a few seconds that feel like a blissful eternity, the Lopunny collapses exhausted onto Louis’s body. Both bask in the afterglow of coitus, but as soon as post-nut clarity strikes the human once again, he asks something bothersome.

“Now that you’ve had your fun,” he begins, hesitating for a second as insecurity takes over his mind. “Where should I go?”

“Kyu?” She turns her head in confusion, staring at him curiously.

“I mean, you got what you wanted, right? So now you’ll ditch me…” he whispers in a sad tone. “I’m kind of used to it.”

To his surprise, Lopunny answers by pulling Louis close, trapping him in a comforting embrace. The human tenses up, body locking rigid, but one of the Pokemon’s hands goes to his head, stroking it gently.

“Prrr,” she purrs, gently calming Louis’s feelings as she keeps stroking his hair. Louis doesn’t understand why, but a flood of relief overtakes him.

His eyes tear up as he hugs the Pokemon back and relaxes in her embrace.

#*#*#

*HMOFA Pokemon Profile *

- Species: Lopunny (Rabbit Pokemon)

- National Pokedex: #0428

- Type: Normal

- Ability: Limber

- Nature: Quirky

- Held Item: Destiny Knot

- Height: 2.2 m (7 ft 3 in)

- Weight: 180 kg (400 lbs)

*- Moveset: *

[-] Draining Kiss

[-] Charm

[-] Play Rough

[-] Bounce

#*#*#

Back in the professor’s lair-. I mean, lab!

“The HMOFA Lopunny...” the professor whispers, chuckling. “2.2 meters (7 ft 3 in) tall and 180 kg (400 lbs)?”

He whistles, impressed. “That little nerd survived some grade A snu-snu.”

He skims through the rest of the text, noticing the obvious gaps in the intel regarding Louis’s ‘interactions’ with the Lopunny. At the end of the message, the boy is begging for a ticket back home.

Hitting reply, the professor types his answer.

“Give me the full spicy sauce, and I’ll give you the ticket and an Ultra Ball for your ‘companion’,” he whispers while typing.

Grinning slyly, he sends the message.

“I bet he got over that Erika girl… getting under another.” He barks laughing at his own joke.

[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]

E ai gurizada…

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[#*#*# Start of Chapter #*#*#]

Professor Hardas Oak stands hunched over a single-burner hot plate in his cramped laboratory. The air hangs thick with the stench of old takeout and cheap liquor. Grease pops and sizzles as he dumps a pile of week-old rice into a dented pan, mixing in leftover mystery meat that is well past its prime.

He stirs the mess with a bent fork, the metal scraping loudly against the pan as he mutters to himself.

“Fuckin’ students… I send them out for spicy field reports and they come back with essays about ethics and danger when dealing with unknown Pokémon.” He groans, agitated by the constant need to demand more grit from his subordinates. “Don't leave out the part where you get your dick wrecked by a seven-foot curvy HMOFA Pokémon, damn it!”

His grumbling is cut short by the loud, sharp bing of his cracked phone. Hardas wipes his greasy fingers on his lab coat and snatches it up, the notification illuminating the shattered screen.

[Field Agent – Tiny Ethan]

[HMOFA POKEMON DATA ACQUIRED]

“Tiny Enthan?” He says aloud, trying to remember his own student face.

He taps the notification open with his thumb. The message loads slowly, and the first thing that pops is a young man’s profile picture. Hardas freezes mid-stir, his fork hovering over the pan.

On the screen is a short but powerful, shirtless male wrestler caught in a low, aggressive stance.

Hardas’s sleazy grin spreads wide as he recognizes the student. “Ohhh shit… that’s Pitbison.”

He laughs, a loud, barking sound that echoes off the cluttered walls.

“The little masked badass who’s been tearing up the indie scene!” he says, amused. “His parents think he’s just some quiet business major, while he’s secretly getting suplexed every weekend.”

At first glance, Hardas thought it quite amusing that a mysterious fighter wants to help with his research, but the truth is always bitter.

Ethan Reyes has reached a training plateau he cannot overcome, a terrible situation for a 165 cm [5'5"] athlete who still hasn't made pro.

“During the year, he was too focused on his training,” Hardas mutters, returning to stirring his food. “He neglected most of his assignments and is now at risk of failing the year. To avoid this, he came to me, asking to be part of my research.”

Hardas shovels a greasy forkful of rice into his mouth, chewing loudly as he continues scrolling, his eyes gleaming with dirty anticipation.

“Let’s see how Pitbison handles a real powerhouse…”

#*#*#

[Map: https://imgbox.com/n4rHtFgn]

Region: Kanto

Route: 10

Location: Rocky Tunnel

Agent: Ethan “Pitbison” Reyes

HMOFA Pokemon: Machamp

#*#*#

[Chapter Cover: https://imgbox.com/5OqQuyBN]

The narrow, jagged mouth of the Route 10 tunnel yawns like an old scar cut into the rocky face of Kanto’s eastern mountains. Damp, mineral-heavy air rolls out in cool waves, carrying the faint metallic tang of wet stone and the distant echo of dripping water. Flickering emergency lights, installed years ago by the Pokémon League and long since neglected, cast weak orange pools across the uneven floor, turning every crack and crevice into deep black shadows that seem to breathe.

“How the hell do those Pokémon League hacks get a bite of my taxes?” grunts the young man, stomping through the cave.

The complaining man is Ethan Reyes. He carries what appears from afar to be an oil lamp, but is in fact a 360° LED flashlight, the kind of gear you want to bring to a dark cave expedition.

“If people had any sense, they wouldn't give these bloodsport slave drivers an audience,” Ethan says, annoyed. To him, Pokémon battling is merely the main competitor stealing audiences away from human combat sports, like wrestling matches.

Muttering, he walks inside, boots crunching over loose gravel and shattered rock.

The passage is tight, barely wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side, its walls raw and jagged from decades of blasting and natural erosion. Thick support beams of weathered timber groan overhead, some of them visibly bowed under the mountain’s immense weight. Moss and pale cave lichen cling to the stone in sickly green patches, glowing faintly where the light barely reaches.

Every footstep echoed, bouncing back at him from unseen walls, making the whole place feel alive and watchful despite not having a single living soul besides the young man.

“I know I’m supposed to find some kind of rare mutant Pokémon.” Looking around, Ethan starts to feel apprehensive, the eerie solitude of the place makes him jumpy. “How the fuck am I going to do that if I can’t even find a single regular one?”

Despite his frustration, Ethan should be grateful he hasn't encountered any wild Pokémon, as he has no way to defend himself. As a wrestler, he possesses a great deal of confidence in his own physical abilities, a trait that is useful in most dangerous situations. But dangerous for a hardhead like Ethan, who has never witnessed a high-tier Pokémon battle.

He only saw kids around his neighbourhood using baby pokemons that didn't cause a lot of damage.

“They are just popular because they are flashy.” He mutters all so sure, despite being all so wrong.

Ethan pushes deeper into the cave, his footsteps echoing off the damp stone. Darkness swallows him whole, broken only by the beam of his light. His breathing sounds far too loud in the suffocating silence.

That's when he hears it, something besides him making a sound.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A rough dragged on sound.Like stone scraping against stone, that it stops soundly.

“What the…” He wanders aloud.

Just to start again.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Lured forward by the noise, like a fish on a line. Ethan inst sure if he should follow it, he is just enthusiastic to focus on something other than the lonely silence.

Ethan steps through a natural archway, he stops looking around. The chamber widens into a massive dome, a space so vast his flashlight beam barely reaches the distant walls. Thin ribbons of light pierce through cracks in the ceiling, cutting through the gloom.

“Sunlight,” he whispers, breathless with awe. “Actual sunlight, this far down?”

Relief washes over him, the sight of natural light so distracting that he momentarily forgets why he had ventured into this specific reach of the Rock Tunnel. But the lapse is brief, the sound returns, echoing louder than ever, pulling his attention back to the task at hand.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Ethan freezes, his eyes locking onto the far side of the massive chamber. A colossal rock moves, such a monumental slab, so immense its scrape against the cave walls with every shift.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The giant rock rises and falls in a steady, unhurried rhythm. Bigger than a sailboat, flat on the bottom, jagged on top, coated in moss and age. It padron quite simple, it lifts barely over an adult man high, pauses at the peak, then descends with a low, grinding groan that fills the entire chamber.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His brain struggles to process the sight, so he blurbs the first thing that comes to his mind.

“Someone is squatting that,” Ethan whispers, stunned. “How?”

He shakes his head, blinking hard as if expecting the hallucination to evaporate, only to look back at the exact same scene.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

He steps closer, slowly and cautiously, moving like a prey suspecting the worst. His flashlight finally catches the figure beneath the stones, illuminating a figure of great power.

Ethan's eyes focus on the gray skin coating four massive arms, each thick with muscle that rolls and shifts like tectonic plates. Her lower arms brace the boulders against her broad shoulders and back while the upper pair grips the edges, keeping the stones from sliding.

Her back remains perfectly vertical as she sinks low and then drives upward with explosive force. Her well toned legs, planted firmly against the chamber floor, leave shallow impressions in the stone beneath her, displaying their amazing might.

Despite the four-armed creature's overwhelming power, another detail suddenly steals every ounce of Ethan's attention, two, in fact, making it unmistakably clear that this titan is female. Even under the strain of the massive weight, the sheer scale of her chest is impossible to ignore, two heavy, mouthwatering mounds that rise and fall with her labored breath, dwarfing anything human Ehtan ever had the chance to hold.

Despite the creature's overwhelming raw muscle power, another detail suddenly steals every ounce of Ethan's attention. One that makes it unmistakably clear this muscled titan is female. The sheer scale of her chest is impossible to ignore. Two heavy, impressive mounds rise and fall with her labored breath, dwarfing anything Ethan has ever seen or held.

“A big titty Machamp?” He asks himself, louder than he expected.

[HMOFA Machamp: https://imgbox.com/yhl4emY5]

That's when the rock fell to the ground. Sounding not a dry thud, more like an explosion.

BOOM!

Tremors roll through the stone floor and rattles up through Ethan's bones, and for a half-second the entire chamber shudders like something alive. Dust rains from the ceiling, making the thin beams of sunlight swim with it.

“Gwaaa?” Machamp growls moving away from the rock.

She turns her head and looks directly at him. Two red eyes, calm and curious, until they widen, noting it's a male human. She tilts her face slightly curiously, walking slowly at him.

Getting closer Ethan finally contemplates her full height, almost double his size, his neck cranes back involuntarily.

Standing that close to someone so much larger and more powerful triggered a spark in his brain. A mental reflex he’d spent the last few years sharpening. It’s the instinct of a wrestler, the instinct to shit talk your opponent.

His chin goes up high as he points his index finger to the Pokemon that stops at his gesture.

“Listen up, you piece of gray turd.” His voice comes out loud and sharp, bouncing off every wall in the chamber.

Machamps stops, blinking confused as she hesitantly points to herself.

“Yeah, I'm talking to you Butterface. Big arms, big attitude, hanging around in a dark cave flexing for nobody, like a crossfit incel, only from behind special, bitch.” He spreads his hands while taunting her. “Well, somebody showed up on your turf. And I'm telling you right now, you freak… you do not want this smoke.”

She keeps standing still, completely frozen, just listening and blinking confused at the human.

‘What the hell is wrong with you,’ says a voice in the back of his skull, his common sense arriving too late for the party. ‘I know we aren't on good terms since you reached puberty but I think you should consider the fact that she squatted a MOUNTAIN OF ROCK , Ethan.’

“I've dropped guys twice my size before. Guys who actually trained to fight, not just move rocks like retarded mason.” He points at himself, thumb steady, jaw set. “Professor Hardas Oak wants a word with you, and I'm the one delivering you. So you can either walk with me, or I make you. Your call."

‘For the love of Arceus.’ Begs the voice in his head. ‘Stop antagonizing the monster that can break you like a dry branch!’

Breaking her paralyzes she crosses both of her arms hoisting her massive tits up, just staring at him, tilting her head the other way.

‘She is thinking?’ Mutters the voice in Ethan's head. ‘Wait! That's good, maybe she won't stomp you like an empty soda can. Quick, reason with her.’

Ethan's right hand goes to his backpack, pulling out his wrestling gear.

‘No-no-no-no!’ Cries the voice in his head. ‘You are going to die in this cave and they will never find your body, you complete and total moron.’

Machamp's jaw drops open as she stares in shock at the human changing his clothes. Quickly enough Ethan is in full gear.

The short but powerful, shirtless male wrestler is in a low, aggressive stance. His body is pure, dense muscle, broad shoulders, thick pecs, ripped eight-pack abs glistening with sweat, and arms corded with veins. He wears tight black wrestling trunks trimmed in sharp gold, the fabric stretched tight over powerful thighs. Silver-and-black wristbands hug his thick forearms.

But the real showstopper is the mask. A sleek black luchador-style helmet-mask with bold gold filigree, topped by two massive, curved black bull horns that jut outward like weapons. A fierce golden wolf-bison hybrid emblem snarls from the center of the forehead, and through the eye slits, intense, determined eyes stare straight into the camera like he’s about to charge.

[Pitbison: https://imgbox.com/0F83GTDX]

‘Take me Giratina!’ Sobs the voice in a dramatic tone. ‘The shame and stupidity hurts me so much.’

“So what's gonna be, you smash, don't look ugly hog.” He growls at her, muscles tensioned, ready to charge.

His words break Machamp's thinking, but her reaction is not what Ethan was hoping for.

The titanic Pokemon smirks at him.

It starts at the corner of her mouth, just a twitch, barely anything, but it spreads slowly and deliberately across her face like she's savoring it. All four arms cross over her chest, one pair stacked over the other. She looks down at him with the patient, amused expression of someone watching a puppy whining at a closed door.

Ethans stares at her confused, trying to read her expression, but a sound in the Pokemon draws his attention. The sound builds in her chest, low, and restrained. Almost a purr, except bigger. Quick enough, Ethan realizes what she is doing.

“She's holding back a laugh.” He mutters annoyed, blood starting to boil.

Something snaps behind Ethan's eyes.

“If you think ‘that's’ funny?” He steps forward, stomping the ground. “I'm gonna take you down!”

‘That's the catastrophically stupid thing you've ever done,’ groans the voice in a tired tone. _‘and you've done a lot of catastrophically stupid things.’ _

“You think this is a joke?” He roars, pointing a finger on the Machamps solid abs. “Laugh all you want pal, that's not new to me.”

Her smirk melts at his words, morphing it to something almost sympathetic.

“I’ve had coaches, promoters, and especially opponents laugh at me, and you know what I did?”

She raises an eyebrow, genuinely curious as the human jabs a thumb at his own chest.

“I made them stop laughing.” He squares up fully now, feet planted and chin forward, every inch of his short king frame working to project maximum power toward his opponent. “I don’t care how many arms you’ve got. I don’t care how big you are. So that little smirk, that little chuckle you’re cooking up? You can shove it down your throat. Because your ass is mine, you ugly ass bitch!”

‘Cool speech bro.’ Adds the voice sarcastically. ‘Let's see how cool you are when stomped into a fine past.’

Ethan's response from the Machampt rolls is a burst of laughter. “Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!”

His blood boils in rage, his turning red as he clenches his fist so hard that blood drips from his hand.

‘Take it easy now.’ Starts his common sense, having a solid idea of what Ethan can do. ‘Let’s not do something precipitously.’

Ethan throws the first punch.

‘I don't have a mouth and I need a beer.’ The voice sighs in defeat.

The strike lands on her abdomen, the hit is clean, committed, full rotation through the hip, exactly the way he's thrown it a thousand times in training. His knuckles connect with muscle that feels like hitting the wall of a building.

POW!

She looks down at the point of impact, unimpressed. Then up at him and smirks.

“Thats not all.” He throws it again, same spot, harder.

KA-POW!

Despite the impact reverberating his bones and his knuckles burning in pain of using all his strength. The pokemon felt Nothing.

“Shit.” He growls, pivoting, dropping low, shooting for a leg in a real takedown attempt, textbook form, all his weight driving forward.

His arms wrap around her thigh, or at least he tries to. His hands don't meet on the other side. He strains, cheek pressed against skin that feels like warm granite, his legs churning against the stone floor.

But Machamp’s leg doesn't move, not an inch, not even a millimeter. Ethan might as well be trying to uproot a sequoia made of concrete with his bare hands.

His breath tears through his lungs in ragged, desperate gasps. Every fiber of his being screams at him to let go, to accept the absurdity of the situation, he is just a man trying to topple a mountain of a Pokemon.

‘Let go.’ the voice chimes in, her tone depressed. ‘My nonexistent back hurts just watching this.’

But he doesn't let go.

He refuses to accept defeat.

Instead, a hot, blinding spike of raw fury burst in his chest. For Ethan this wasn't about winning anymore, it was a violent, spiteful refusal to be insignificant, to be weak. His rage boils over, incinerating his fatigue and flooding his trembling muscles with an explosive, burning surge of adrenaline.

Gritting his teeth until his jaw pops, Ethan adjusts his grip, digging his fingertips as deep as he can into the grooves of her iron-hard muscles. He plants his feet wider, anchoring his base to the stone, and drops his hips a fraction lower.

He stops trying to push her over and shifts his entire focus to a single, impossible goal… up.

“Raaaaarr…” A guttural roar tears from his throat.

Tendons in his neck bulge, straining against his skin as he drives upward, channeling every ounce of kinetic force his human frame can generate through his legs and lower back. His spine arches, his joints scream in agony, and for a long, torturous second, the universe seems locked in a stalemate.

That's when something unexpected happens, a shift on Machamp's leg.

It isn't much, but the friction of her massive foot against the stone floor suddenly gives way. Slowly, with his entire body trembling under the colossal, crushing weight, Ethan’s posture straightens just enough to force her limb upward.

The smirk is wiped clean from her face. Machamp’s upper set of arms, previously crossed in relaxed amusement, drops immediately to her sides to brace herself. Her balance is genuinely threatened for the first time, a sharp, sudden gasp escapes her lips. She stares down at the straining human, her eyes wide with pure, unadulterated astonishment.

“RAAAAR!” He roars, throwing the Machamps.

She falls on her back, the loud sound reverberating through the cave.

THOOOM!

Ethan watches the dust settle, his chest heaving staring down the fallen titan. For one glorious, shimmering second, the impossible is real. He has done it, he has uprooted the mountain. A ragged sigh of pride escapes his cracked lips, a brief flicker of triumph that tastes sweeter than any victory he’s ever known in the ring.

Sadly, the mountain rises.

With a nonchalant roll, the Machamp is back on her feet. There is no groan of pain, no sign of a bruise, just the rhythmic, clinical sound of four massive hands slapping the dust from her stone-grey skin. She rolls her shoulders, a series of wet, heavy pops echoing off the walls, and looks at him with nothing more than a renewed, casual curiosity.

The pride in Ethan’s chest breaks, curdling into a black, suffocating anguish.

He had given everything, his muscles, tendons, bones, blood and his very soul to move her a few inches and throw her, and she treats it like a minor inconvenience. Like he was fly that had finally learned how to buzz.

“DAMN IT!” he screams in rage.

The shame and frustration hits him hard, heavier than Machamp's leg. It burns hotter than the adrenaline, a humiliating fire that roars through his veins. He looks at his trembling, hands, curling his hands hard enough to draw blood.

He hates it. He hates his human limits. He hates the weakness that keeps him anchored to the floor while she stands there like an unshakeable god.

Suddenly, Machamp's upper-right hand snaps out, seizing both of his arms in a crushing grip.

“The fuck-.” Ethan tries to complain, but is cut by the pokemon hoisting him from the floor like a prized catch, dangling him effortlessly until he was eye-level with her. “Am I a joke to you?” He shouts going for a kick on her face.

Both his feet are caught by her lower-right hand, leaving him defenseless against the attacker.

“So what now…” Mutters Ethan lowering his head. “Should I just give up? Do as my parents want and stay in class? Get a cush job and forget my dreams of fighting?” He swallows hard his sadness and frustration, clenching his teeth.

A sepulchral silence takes over the place, the Machamps keeps her grip thigh, holding Ethan on her eye level, despite the young man looking down.

“I know nobody wants me in that ring but ‘me’. And you know what?” he mutters, his head rising slowly until he is staring down the Machamp, rage and pride burning bright in his eyes. “I don’t care what anyone else wants. I’ll fight in parking lots. I’ll fight for nothing, and for everything. This is the life I chose for myself, and I refuse to give it up.”

Machamp's reaction is a smirk, but the edge of mockery has vanished. Instead, her eyes held a glimmer of something Ethan hadn't expected, almost like recognition. She looks at him not as a nuisance or a toddler, but as a kindred spirit, a fellow creature who knows that the only thing more painful than a broken bone is a broken spirit.

With a proud smile on her lips she raises both of her free left hands and gives the young man a double thumbs up.

The chamber goes quiet again. He stares up at her, sweat running down his face, eyes burning with something that has nothing to do with anger.

‘I can believe it, she is acknowledging.’ His common sense gasps. ‘Good for you shortie.’

“I’m not short!” He snaps, pissed.

_‘NOW YOU CAN HEAR ME?!’ _

Machamp’s titanic chest rumbles with a growl that vibrates through the stone chamber like distant thunder. “Gaaaa…”

Those red eyes narrow, no longer amused, hunger replacing the smirk. Her left upper hand goes for his groin, grabbing his trunk's naps.

“Hey yo what the fuck!”

She ignores the human plea, tearing off his trunks straight off his body in one savage yank.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

His thick, veiny cock springs free, already half-hard from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of her tits.

Breathing heavily, Machamp's four powerful arms go for each of his limbs, holding him spread open. Ethan's mouth goes dry, not sure of what the Pokemon gonna do next.

She pulls the human closer, pressing his hard member on her tits. She licks her lips slowly, a long, wet drag across her muzzle, eyes devouring every inch of the shirtless, masked stud in her grip.

“That’s the part where I get snu-snued?” his voice rough and half-choked, still trying to sound like the cocky wrestler, talking shit to a mountain-moving HMOFA Pokemon.

Smirking, she pulls him into a kiss.

Machamp's thick, powerful tongue invades Ethan’s mouth without warning, shoving past his lips in a deep, hungry kiss that steals the breath from his lungs. Her muscle is hot, slick, and insistent, coiling around his own tongue like a living thing, claiming every inch of him while a low growl vibrates deep in her chest.

“Groooo…”

Her four massive arms wrap around his compact wrestler’s frame, two hugging Ethan thigh, the other two groping his head and ass, yanking him flush against her towering gray body.

She grinds her enormous tits hard against his groin, the heavy, sweat-slicked mounds smothering the rigid member. The soft, pillowy flesh engulfed his cock completely, rolling and squeezing with every deliberate thrust of her chest.

“Damn.” He moans when she frees him from the kiss. “Let a guy breathe, woman.”

She chuckles at this whining, lowering Ethan to her nipples level.

“I mean… those are great and all but what are you planning?” he asks, confused.

Unbeknownst to him, she didn't lower his eyes to her breasts levels, she lowered his dick to her pussy level. The massive muscle dommy mommy adjusts the grip, her lower hands holding on his ankles, spreading his legs wide, aiming his members head at her wet entrance.

“Oooh…” He says finally realizing her plan. “I… whoa…. I mean… can we just cuddle?”

The smile on her face goes wicked grim with a chuckle. “Ge-ge-ge.”

“Wait-!” He pleads just to be cut off, the towering HMOFA Pokemon impaling herself on his dick.

SLUUUUUUURCH!

“Fuuuuck!” Ethan’s growls, his voice is muffled between her tits as her velvet walls clampdown like a vice, hotter and tighter than anything he’d ever felt.

She is soaked wet, gushing arousal that squirts out around his girth with every inch she took, her gray pussy lips stretched around his shaft.

Ethan squirms with pleasure trying to not cum just from the tight grip of her cunt, but Machamp doesn't wait. She starts pounding him on her like a living fucktoy, using all four arms to slam his compact, muscular body up and down her cunt.

Her enormous tits slapping wetly against his masked face with every brutal impact, smothering him in soft, heavy flesh while her hips rolled and ground, milking him mercilessly.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

“Gwaaaah! Gwaaaah!” she moans, tongue lolling as she fucks him senseless.

Each pelvic slam makes his groin smack loudly against her soaked entrance.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

The wet, obscene sounds echoes through the chamber louder than the rock-squats she’d been doing earlier.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

Ethan's growls holding his release back, his competitive spirit still pushing him to prove something.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

“I… wont… lose.” He mutters, but his focus is broken by another sound.

“Graa-aaa-aa…” Moans the Machamp in delight, losing herself to the pleasure.

His abuser noises lights something, a smug pride that someone held by the four limbs, and being used as a meat dildo shouldn't feel.

“You sure are enjoying yourself right?”

She cuts her moans, still breathing hard she stares intrigued by the human words. For her sex was one of the feel pleasurable activities that wasn't a competition.

“What happens if I do THIS!?” Ethan bucks his hips, angling his dick, going deeper in Machamp

“GAAAAAA!” She moans screaming.

“Ha!” He barks laughing at her. “For such a big bitch… you sure are weak.”

Machamp mouths hangs open, not sure on the how or why this human is turning sex into a competition.

“Guard open!” He growls arching his head back.

Machamp tries to recoil fearing a headbut, but Ethan was aiming lower, something closer and more sensible, her left nipple.

“Nhac!” Ethan's grunt biting her nipple.

“GYAAAA!” Machamp screams, her pussy cleaning hard on his member, cumming all over his dick.

The Machamp Legs shake, almost falling to the ground, Ethan laughs loud and proud.

“Hilarious!” He laughs, releasing her nipple. “So sensible, and the best part is that I didn't even cummed once you semi-virging crossfit nerd.”

His laughter echoes bombastically through the cave. Distracted by his own amusement, Ethan doesn't notice the Pokemon scowling at him.

Before his laughter could subside, Machamp lays the human on the ground, her hands still holding his limbs, her pussy still clutching his cock.

“Eeeeh… what are you doing?” Ethans asks worried, all the bravado from before evaporated.

“Gyao!” She growls, licking her lips.

Her upper hands lock his hands high, her lower hands raise legs, framing Ethan face between his thighs, locking the human in a reverse matting press position.

Cold sweat trickles down his forehead, he swallowes hard, understanding what the Pokemon is going to do.

“I’m boned.”

She nods vigorously at him.

“Well…” He starts accepting his fate. “Bring it on butterface.” Ethan says making a vein pops on Machamp's head, draining any mercy the Pokemon could have left for the human.

She drops violently down on Ethan, impact force hammering the human into the ground, the brutal sound more like a drop hammer on a pile driver.

THOMP!

“GAH!” He screams, throwing his head back.

Ethan's agonizing sound makes Machamp freeze, staring at the human wiggling in pain, regret overwhelming her, thinking she went too far.

“Why…” Ethan says, gasping for air.

“Gao?” She groans, turning her head curiously at the human.

“Why did you stop?” he barks.

She just blinks speechless at him.

“You think I can't handle your muscle pussy?” Ethans grunts to clenched teeth, raising his voice. “DO YOUR WORST MA-CHUMP! ”

Grinning the Machamp goes back to pounding, not as hard as before, but still sounding like a busy construction site.

THOMP! THUD! SMASH! CRUNCH!

Ethan’s mind blanks with the violent cunt stomping his groin. His mask still on, horns scraping against the floor as the Machamps keeps pounding in the reverse matting press, the sound getting wetter by the second.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Slamming faster without ever letting his cock leave her cunt, both start to reach their limits.

*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! *

“Sh-Shit… gonna-!” Ethan snarls, voice breaking as her pussy squeezes around his member, milking his cock, eager to drain him dry.

Ethan's reaction fills Machamp with pride. She slams down her massive ass one final time, burying him to the hilt as her inner walls convulsing hard around him.

SLAAAAAAP!

“GWAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“FUUUUCK!”

Machamp orgasm hits like a seismic event. Her pussy quakes and gushes hot, thick squirt all over his balls and thighs. The sheer power of her climax forced Ethan over the edge. His cock bursts, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her womb, flooding her with comfortable warm.

Exhausted, Machamp's humongous body slackens forward, her massive gray frame collapsing on top of Ethan like a landslide of warm, sweat-slicked muscle and heavy tits. Her breath coming in ragged, satisfied huffs as her red eyes flutter half-shut in post-climax haze.

But lucky her, Ethan is not done.

With a feral grunt, the short, masked wrestler surges upward from beneath her, his core muscles exploding with power, as he buckles up holding her frame.

“RUGHR!”

His ripped eight-pack abs flex hard enough to look carved from stone, veins popping across the dense ridges as he catches her entire weight solely on the strength of his core. He doesn’t let her fall an inch. Instead, he thrusts his hips up brutally, driving his still-hard, cum-slick cock even deeper into her twitching, overflowing cunt while holding her upright.

“Haah-ha,” Ethan laughs breathlessly, voice raw and cocky even as his masked face is muffled between her pair of titanic tits. “You need to focus on cardio, big girl. What is worth all that rock-squatting if you have no for some ‘real workout’?”

Machamp’s eyes go wide open in surprise, a low, startled sound escaping her muzzle before it melts into a hungry growl. “Gah! Geeee.”

“You think this was nothing?” Ethan raises his tone, his raspy voice dripping with tiredness and arrogance. “Let's go for round two, you big gray bitch.”

It's clear for Machamp that the little man's words betray his true condition. He is exhausted beyond belief, breathing is ragged, muscles spasming with pain, and his heart beats frenetic.

Focusing on his face she notices that his situation is even worse as his cracked, dry lips and sunken eyes show a dangerous level of dehydration.

“Stop gawking at me.” He barks, still breathing heavily. “Let’s see if you can handle the Pitbison special.”

​Machamp grins, but there is no hint of mockery or pity in it. She admires how his spirit burns bright, even at his body exhausted state. She gives him a proud, endearing smile, feeling truly fortunate to have him as her mate.

She stands unplugging herself from Ethan's member, he quivering of the sensitivity of his dick, but before he can even complain she hoists him up on a princess carry.

“What the fuck you are doing?” Ethan asks, cheeks blushing. “I’m not finished with you.” He threatens pointing a finger at her.

Machamps chuckles at the human whining and complaining as she walks for a few minutes, until they reach a subterranean river, cutting Ethan's bitching.

For once the young man keeps quiet as Machamp sits on the river side and while her lower arms hold Ethan closer, her upper arms pick clear fresh water in cupped hands.

“Are you…” Ethan trails off, realizing what the giant pokemon is doing. “Why?”

She ignores his question, putting her hand on his lips.

​Ethan drinks the cold, fresh liquid, the water sliding down his throat and instantly renewing his energy. But as he finally allows his body to relax, the relief comes with a price. As his body cools down, the deep aching in his muscles, bones, and nerves makes itself known.

“Good Arceus!” He groans, removing his mouth from her hands to complain. “Everything hurts… it's like my first week of training all over again.”

Machamp chuckles at the human before giving him more water, insisting on him rehydrating himself.

Noticing that the “fight” is over Pitbison lets his guard down by complet, allowing the giant muscle dommy mommy Pokemon take care of him.

This intimate moment after the rough sex section makes Ethan do something he is not used to, reflect on his actions.

“I… I think I was too much of an asshole with you the second I opened my mouth.” He says looking down, avoiding her gaze. “​I thought you were looking down on me after I started to shit talk you, doubting what I could do just because I’m… little.” He admits at the end of the sentence with great effort.

Machamps turns its head at the human curiously, attentively listening to his words.

“All my life I've lived having to prove myself! Prove that I’m strong, that I'm capable, and worth something…” He whispers, his voice drenched in shame, rising his head slowly to meet Machamp’s gaze. “But I know it isn't fair to you. You didn't do anything but engage in my stupidy banter.”

“Gyao gy.” Machamp nods, shrugging, trying to assure the human it was all good.

“I’m sorry…” Ethan's eyes tear up, “and I promise to never bother you again, and you will never have to see me again- OA!” He is cut mid apology, Machamp lower arms raising the human with her.

The human body dangles as the Pokemon keeps him staring at her on eye level.

“Gy gy gy!” She says, shaking her head nervously. “Gyao go gy go go!” She mutters determined, pointing her right and left upper hands at Ethan giving him a double thumbs up. She finishes the gesture by smashing both upper hands together like in a handshake.

Ethan stares at her for a few seconds, blinking confused as his brain slowly puts everything together.

“You don't hate me?” He questions, unsure.

Machamp's right upper hand gives an energetic thumbs up.

Feeling positive over her answer Ethan dares another one. “And you want to stay with me?”

“Gyaoh.” She growls cheerfully, giving another thumbs up from her left upper hand gives an energetic thumbs up.

“Nice.” Ethans says smiling. “How about you help me with muscle training and I help you with fighting training.”

Machamp's heart fills with joy, unable to contain herself she gives him a double thumbs up from her lower arms, the ones that were holding him up.

THUD!

“Goddamit!” Ethan groans in pain, but still smiling at his new partner.

#*#*#

“Aaaaah.” Professor Hardas Oak coos as he finishes the story. “My heart has a bonner.”

He chuckles as he adds the report to his files, happy that Ethan gave him all the detailed story without bothering to cut it out anything explicitly or inappropriate.

“Gonna get some extra points for being such a great student.” He barks laughing alone, staring at Ethan's profile. “And I can't wait to see what a hardhead motherfucker like you will become training under a HMOFA Machamp.”

#*#*#

*HMOFA Pokemon Profile *

- Species: Machamp (Superpower Pokemon)

- National Pokedex: #0068

- Type: Fighting

- Ability: No Guard

- Nature: Bold

- Held Item: Focus Band

- Height: 2.7 m (8 ft 10 in)

- Weight: 280 kg (617 lbs)

*- Moveset: *

[-] Dynamic Punch

[-] Thunder Punch

[-] Storm Throw

[-] Bulk Up

[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]

E ai gurizada…

[#] Fun fact! Reverse pressing mate in Brazil is called, ‘frango assado invertido’ [reverse rostade chiken]

[#] If you enjoyed this story, you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted on my P@treon: Avipray.

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