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Her name is Dusk. She's the strangest lopunny I've ever seen. A figure that's almost human. Instead of having near pointed like legs and small pawed feet the shape and musculature is similar to that of a person, though with paw like feet roughly in proportion to her size. Her arms can be described the same way, save the paws forming her hands are more like those of a human with a defining animal like shape. I call them paw fingers. Her fur collar is markedly different. Radically so. Lopunnys have a fur pattern of brown with cream colored ears, arm palms, and legs. Dusk sports a coat of dark near black fur with dark purple. Her eyes an inverse: black with red pupils. I named her after her coloration. She seemed to like it. Dusk is not my pokemon. At least I cant claim her as such since I never caught her. And, well, I'll explain why she's also more than that as I tell the story.

My name is Arthur. I live in a four bedroom house that had once belonged to my grandparents before their passing. It was raining when she first showed up. A storm had opened up in the area and there were flood warnings. Part of the town had either evacuated or left to stay with friends and relatives in the higher parts of town. I live on a hill, so I was safe from having to leave. The power had gone out and I was on my way to the kitchen. I keep a flash light in the odds-and-ends drawer there. I was passing by the back sliding glass door when a bolt of lightening illuminated my back yard. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw her outline on the glass. She leaned up against it, letting out a soft pleading cry to me. No descent human would ignore that. I let her in.

Dusk looked up at me. Another bolt illuminated her face and I could see her looking at me with an intelligence not prevalent in most wild pokemon. Even though she shivered from the cold water matting her fur, the tufts of cotton like hair on her wrists and the tips of her ears drooped in a soggy mess.

"Stay right there..." was all I said as I made my way into the kitchen. I retrieved the flash light and made my way to the master bath, retrieving a towel to bring back to her. She hadn't moved when I returned, still facing the same way even. She would look back over her shoulder at me, squinting and giving a soft little cry of the light shining in her eyes.

"Oh, sorry." I moved the light out of her face and put the towel around her shoulders. She crossed her arms to hold it to her and gave another shiver.

When the power went out it took the heating with it. Where I live it gets cold during the winter months, but it never snows. You'll see ice and frost come morning but it always melts at about mid-day. I moved her and my self into the living room where I began stacking wood into the fire place.

"This'll give us some heat and some light." I told her. I smiled. I wondered to my self why I was talking to her so plainly. I wasn't a trainer. I was too old by the time I took a big interest in pokemon, and by that time I felt it had passed me by. I had friends who were trainers though. I always saw them talk to their monsters like they were people, never giving it a second though. A bond, they would say. There's a bond between trainer and monster. You see them less as animals and more like companions and friends. Guess it rubbed off on me over the years. It was also the intelligence behind her eyes. I could tell, just tell, that she wasn't like the other lopunnys I had seen loping about on the out side of town.

She smiled back at me. Gave a soft tweedle of a noise that I assumed was a 'thank you.' She would then hold her hands out toward the building fire to warm up. I went to grab her another towel after she soaked the first one draining her poms. After that I made her a meal of packet noodles over my camp stove. I had no pokefood. She didn't mind and seemed grateful for the hot food any ways.

I went to sleep shortly after that. Slept there on the living room floor in front of the fire for warmth. When I woke up she was still there. Sitting in front of me, looking at me. Just observing me. I looked back. There was a moment of silence between us before she would lift a hand. She made another soft sound. 'Hello' she was saying. "Hi." I said back. I sat up, stretched and noticed the power still hadn't come back on. Camp stove breakfast for two.

I never asked her to leave. Never made any indication she had to. I would leave the back sliding door unlocked and she would come and go as she pleased. Over the following weeks I would come to know just how different she was. Not just her collar, size, and shape but her brain as well. Every Friday she does the laundry. I came home from work to her in the middle of folding my clothes. I gave her an astonished look and she just stared at me as if I shouldn't be surprised. The following Monday I came home to an immaculate house. CD and DVDs were arranged by not just alphabetical order, but by genre as well. The bed was made and it looked like a vacuum had been run over the carpet. Dusting had been done and my fire place was both emptied and scrubbed of soot

"You did all of this?" I asked her, it was the only explanation. She nodded. She stepped up to me and put a had on my arm, holding the other one out. "I get it. Earning a keep, showing you're not a free loader." Again she nodded, understanding me perfectly. I told her she didn't have to do any of that. She was welcome here, as long as she wasn't getting into any thing with out me knowing about it.

She stood back and shook her head. She put an arm behind her back and puffed up her chest. I...may have noticed a couple other things about her when she did that but.... Later on that. She stuck her chest out and held up her other hand. She pointed at me and made a soft weet of a sound and held the finger up. She then gestured to the house and put her hands together then slowly spread them out before gesturing and shaking her head, a kindly disapproving smile on her face. You're one person living in a large home. You let your self get messy. That's not good.

How in the world did I understand any of that was the disturbing part. In a good way mind you. But, she was right. I had been letting things go for awhile. "All right." I said. "I'm going to go shower then. I'll get dinner ready as soon as I'm out."

Again she shook her head. That's when I noticed the smell. She was already working on dinner. She simply smiled and waved me away. When I finished washing and changing into my evening clothes I came out to a set table.

"Ah, vegetarian." I said, chortling. She looked at me as if I had expected something different. It was pleasant. She sat at the table across from me. Half way through the quiet meal she looked up at me.

"Eet?" She looked at me, expectantly. I blinked a few times and then gave a start. I nodded, the meal was good. It was. I had no idea vegetables could be any thing but bland. She shook her head, pointing at the door and gave the same sound.

"Huh? Oh!? You're asking about work?" She nodded. "It was...well it was work. I sat on my ass all day typing on a computer. Its not hard or taxing. I just do inventory for a supply store in town. Some times I stock the shelves in the ware house if there's no one else to do it." She nodded, her ears raised and looking genuinely interested.

She was very expressive. Her eyes and mouth moving in ways similar to a humans to indicate interest, annoyance, happiness, sadness. More and more she showed she wasn't at all a normal lopunny. After dinner when we both stood up she pushed me away from the sink. She handed me the remote for the television and pointed to the living room before setting a stool down to stand on. Guess she wanted me to relax.

It was like that from then on. I had a lopunny for a house maid. She cooked, she cleaned, she collected the mail. She tended the yard and she did every thing she could to make sure I was happy. Time would were on and I would come to understand her more and more. Her body language and expressions were no longer a guessing game. It felt like I could understand her. In truth I could. We could hold actual conversations. She would get more and more wild with her gestures. She would tell me stories about her days both at my home and out in the fields and woods that surrounded the town.

I had learned in this way that she was an out case among her own kind. She was born supremely different. She didn't evolve like others, she was born exactly as she way. Her own parents had abandoned her shortly after weening her. It was a sad story. She raised her self by watching the people in town, imitating them. Learning to act like them. With a simple cloak she had been able to walk among us. Act as a homeless person. Beg for money which she would then use to buy food and water to feed herself as a treat when she had her fill of berries and grain.

"What made you come to my back door that night?" I had asked her over dinner one night. It gave her some pause. She shrugged.

I don't know she said to me in her own way It was cold. I was wet. The other pokemon were chasing me out of the only dry spots to be found. I got desperate and tried my luck on the first home I came to, hoping for a kind heart._She smiled as she collected my dishes. She put her hand on my arm, squeezing gently. _I lucked out.

I was...numb. My heart felt like it was melting and exploding at the same time. She was doing the dishes already, not paying attention when I hugged her from behind. She dropped one of the plates with a start, smashing it in the sink. When she reached for it I grabbed her hand and pulled it back.

"No. You go relax for once." I told her. I was choking, on the edge of tears and doing my damnedest to keep from falling apart. When she turned around to look at me the corners of her eyes were already wet. She pushed me away like she always does when I try to help with any thing. Then she turned back around and began to collect the pieces of broken plate, shaking with her own sadness.

I went to bed. I wanted to sleep and the next morning be happy. I couldn't get there though. I layed under the comforter and tossed from side to side every now and then. I tried willing my self to sleep by keep my eyes closed. I hadn't noticed the door open. I did notice the pressure on the bed behind me though as I lay on my side. I felt an arm fold around me and over my chest and soft cheeks touch my neck.

Don't feel sorry for me now. She told me. Because now I'm happy. Those weren't tears of sadness. They were joyful tears. You took me in with no ulterior motives. The only thing you wanted in return was that every thing be left as it was when you left.

She held me closer. She nuzzled into my own cheek and I could feel her give me a peck of a kiss. _You a good person, a great friend, there are few things more that I could ask for._I stayed quiet. Her touch and her assurance that she was more than okay, that she was happy, was settling. I smiled and finally found sleep. I don't think she left that spot all night because I awoke to find her still there. From then on I shared my bed with her. She slept atop the comforter. She refused to sleep under it with me. She would blush when I asked why.

_I just don't want to over heat. That would be embarrassing._She would use as her excuse. I wouldn't learn her real reason until some time later. When Dusk went into heat.

Dusk had been with me for almost a year now. We had grown very close. Very fond of one another. She was letting me help with her self appointed chores now. We would both do the dishes and afterward we would sit on my sofa and watch television. This particular night I noticed she was fidgety. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She would sigh or groan softly in frustration. It was peculiar but I had chalked it up to not being able to find a comfortable way to sit. The coach was old, and a few of the springs had popped but when she continued on long after I had been able to relax I turned to her.

"Dusk, are you okay? We can switch places if that side is giving you problems."

She would growl in frustration. I had never heard her make that sound before. _Its not the couch she._She would grumble back. Well, I remember it as a grumble. Of coarse I had learned to understand her at this point so I'm sure it would have been different to any one else.

"Did you hurt your self today?" I sitting up now, turned my whole self to face her now. She shook her head and just continued to softly fidget. She wasn't talking so I went back to the program. A short while late she did finally manage to stop. I looked over to smile at her and noticed her biting her lower lip, a concerned expression on her.

Promise you wont get...freaked out? She asked as I was about to ask if she was all right now.

I looked at her. My eyes had narrowed and I was curious. "About what? You didn't break any thing did you?"

She shook her own head and lowered her eyes. Just promise.

I nodded, I paused the DVR on the television and turned back to listen to her. "Okay, whats wrong. Something _is_wrong. I can tell. You're herky jerky and you keep looking at me from the corner of your eyes."

She gave a sigh. She crossed her arms. _I'm in heat._She said plainly. I was a little bewildered of course but by no means 'freaked out.'

"Dusk," I said, trying not to laugh. To not embarrass her more than she already felt. She had been through several cycles since first officially 'moving in.' It hadn't bothered me then and it didn't now. "Its obvious you're not just any pokemon, but you are a pokemon.... I'm pretty sure that's natural for you."

She nodded at me It is yeah but that's not what I think is going to freak you out. She bit her lip. She looked up at me and blushed so deep I could actually see the red poking through her dark fur. Arthur. I'm in heat and all I can think about is you. She squinted her eyes shut and balled her fists as though bracing for impact.

Stunned, shocked. And yes, a little freaked out. Those are the words that best describe how I felt. I stammered for a moment and then stopped. "H-how...I mean? Could we even...err..."

She looked up at me. I had no clue what to say. I tried. Tried to...find a partner. Out there. Tried to...you know...work it out. I'm still an outcast. Males wont even look at me

"How would we even...?" I let it hang. I couldn't believe I was giving this thought but Dusk had become less of a pokemon to me and far more of a friend, a person.

_Oh its no different than those videos on your-!_She clapped her hands over her mouth, tugged her ears down to cover her self. Seems she got curious one day while I was out at work and found her way to my 'stash' on my computer.

I smirked at this and crossed my arms at her. "Like the videos on my computer." I finished for her. She just cracked a half smile and nodded. I smiled back. I couldn't deny it. I had struggled with it now for some time. I was attracted to her as well. I had cast these feeling to the side at the beginning. Human curiosity, familiarity. That's what I had thought they were and treated them as such But, there was still a problem niggling at my brain "Could these feelings just be because you're in heat and-"

She pushed a paw to my mouth. No. Arthur. I've felt like this for awhile now. I think it started the night I told you about me. When I fell asleep next to you, it felt right. Lets not make this more complicated then it is. She narrowed her eyes and gave a devilish smile. I know you're feeling the same way. I can smell it on you. While your mind tries to sort it out, your body has already made that clear.

She was right. As confused as my brain was my body was demanding to know why I was still wearing pants. "Sooo...?"

_So, lets go to the bed room. This couch isn't comfortable._She gave a coquettish chuckle and batted her eye lashes at me, hopping off her seat and sauntering toward the back of the house, stopping to swing her hips to one side and look over her shoulder at me.

I sat there for a moment as she disappeared. I ruminated on the subject. Dusk is an animal. Her instincts are messing with her brain. Her instincts may be messing with her brain but her mind was made up about me. Dusk is not an animal. She can reason, she can communicate and express complex ideas albeit in her own way. These aren't instincts, they're desires. Desires complicated by how life chose to make her. It felt like a fight with my self. The angel and the devil arguing and lobbing volleys at one another. And then there was Arthur stuck in the middle. When I stood I made up my mind. I swallowed and followed after her.

More time had passed than I had thought. When I stepped into my room Dusk was just finishing lighting the last of the candles she had set out. The blinds and curtains had been drawn. I nodded. Mood lighting and scented candles. This was romance. An animal couldn't do this. I was pulling my shirt off even as I moved to climb onto the bed, wiggling out of my pajama bottoms.

Lay down on your back She told me. I nodded. Laying down with my hands nervously covering my self. She moved them away and smiled up at me from where she was kneeling next to my knees. Do you mind if I just...explore?

I shook my head. She pushed her soft hands down onto my thigh, leaning over. Her nose hovered just over my tip. She climbed over one of my legs to nestle in between them. I spread them wider to give her more room as she ran her nose down my length, pressing it into the base just over my scrotum. I felt a could rush of air as she inhaled through her nose. She shivered and looked up at me, nose twitching. I was unnerved for a moment but when she gave that soft smile I was over it. I didn't see Dusk as an animal any more. I wasn't sure who had won the argument, the angel of the devil, but my conscious told me this was okay. Dusk wasn't an animal. Dusk was a woman. Once more she lowered her nose down. Both of her hand paws gingerly grasped my shaft and she inhaled once more. I wasn't sure what she was doing but she seemed to love it, she looked dizzy, intoxicated, almost high when she rose back up and opened her mouth to tentatively lick over the tip of my head. Her soft tongue swept right over a bead of pre that had formed and she suddenly gave a sour look.

Okay...not what I was expecting. Those girls in the videos made it look like it tasted good. She wiped her mouth on her arm, sticking her tongue out. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Rule one: never take advice from porn." she rolled her eyes and licked again. She shivered but didn't spit this time. She was intent on doing this. "You don't have to-"

_Shush. I want to. And besides, you do taste good. Smell good. Just not that..._She made an urmph sound as she pushed her mouth around my head.

I suddenly jolted, legs shaking. "Teeth! Teeth!" She lifted up, looking at me with wide eyes.

Oh god I'm so sorry! I...I'm just trying to copy what I saw, they made it look like it felt good. She had a worried look on her face. She made to get off the bed. If I hadn't sat up and put my hand on her shoulder she would have gone running out of the bedroom.

"Its all right. It takes some practice. How about...we skip this? Try again another time?" I offered, giving her the sweetest most sincere smile I could, trying to hide my awkward smile.

_Tomorrow_She said with a nod. Holy crap! Tomorrow? Really? What kind of girl had finally landed in my lap that she was intent on giving me a blow job and doing it right.

"Sure." I said, hiding my excitement at this new prospect. I pulled her back up, my hands sliding down over her shoulders and into the fur on her chest as she climbed on top. It wasn't just a large and thick patch of chest fur. She actually had breasts. And hidden under the fur a pair of small nipple and remained erect after I softly pinched them. It made her murph and moan softly. As I stroked down under them to tease the rest of her body I found a small trail of yet more smaller nipples. Each one I pinched and lightly twisted. This didn't elicit the same reaction. Less sensitive I assumed.

This part I can do She was on her knees. A V shaped patch of dark purple fur grew from the area just between her legs. I had never really noticed it before but now that I got a good looked I couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight of it. She was on her knees, straddling me. I could feel my tip touching skin. A paw moved to steady my rod and Dusk slowly settled her self down. I could feel the soft skin part, my head entering her slowly.

Oh crap...that might be a problem_She looked down at me and then away. _You're uh...a lot bigger than I had first estimated.

No. no no no no no. Not when I was this close. I hadn't gotten laid since a full two years before Dusk showed up. I'd be damned if I lost that chance now. Pokemon or not. I was head deep in pussy and I was going balls to the wall. Before I could open my mouth to protest, to try and convince her to keep going she dropped. She just let the strength out of her calves and thighs and let gravity take over.

"Holy shit!" We both cried out in unison. She was unimaginably tight. She would be. Only about four feet tall compared to my near six. That was a huge difference in size. She held her self on me. Fighting through what had to be the worst physical pain of her life.

Maybe if I...ohhhhhh fuck yes! She nearly fell over onto me as she lifted her hips. It was like a vacuum. Her cunny trying to suck me up even as she pulled away. She put her paws on my chest and bit her lip as she began working her hips up and down. She was riding a beast and was intent on taming it. She worked slow but hard, bouncing me on the mattress. Eventually she found a rhythm that wound up with me pushing back up as she fell back down.

She was still fighting the pain. I could tell by the way she convulsed and her shoulders shook. I wasn't about to make her stop though. I felt like such a man inside her. I was bottoming out with each stroke. With ease. I looked down and realized she could just barley fit all of me inside her, even with the way my shaft was bending slightly each time she came down. She pushed her paws to my hands, lifting them up by the wrists and placing them on her hips. She then bent over, resting her head on my chest as she began to grind. She started to shiver, started panting softly and making sweet little moans. She started faster, working her hips down and rutting my shaft with a sudden impatience. She wiggled her hips, tossed her head back and let out a long, soft cry. My crotch suddenly burst with moisture. She had cum and now suddenly found her self spent. She rolled off of me and panted.

I took the moment to look down at my battered length. It shown in the soft light of all the candles, glistening. Dark streaks of what I could only assume to be the blood of her freshly burst hymn. She laid on her back next to me, legs spread open. She hissed softly with pain as she reached down to touch her self. She was smiling through it all though. She turned her head to look up at me. She pulled her hand away and tugged on my arm, spreading her legs wider.

I shook my head. "Can you get on your hands and knees?" I asked. She huffed and rolled over, pushing her self up on a pair of shakey wrists and legs. "Okay...lower your self to your shoulders." She did and closed her eyes as I moved up to my knees. I took hold of my base with one hand and steadied her by placing the other on the small of her back. In the soft light I could just barley make out the out line of her wet lips. I sighed as I pressed forward, driving my self back home. She started, lifting her self up as my large shaft pressed into her tight pass once more. She had hers now it was my turn. With the same enthusiasm I began grinding. Slow jerks at first to get her used to the difference in size. I slowly began pulling more of my self out to shove back in with a quick thrust. She was moaning softly, digging her claws into my comforter and pressing back on me.

Can you go harder? She looked back at me over her shoulder, twitching the bun of a tail of hers against my groin. I answered her by leveraging my self on one knee and putting my leg out next to her, planting down on my foot to begin swinging, hard and fast. F-uck yes thats it

I would cum my self soon after starting this new position. My load easly filled her small cunny. She leaked freely as I pulled out. Her small vent left gaping. The sight of it made me feel huge. Doing wonders for my self confidence. We both sat there on my bed. Panting. Both of us now reveling in the realization of what had just happened. We looked at each other, both of us searching the other for the right answer. It came to both of us at the same time when she lifted her self up, I leaned down, and we locked our lips in the most electrifying kiss I had ever shared with any one.

We both cleaned. In the shower we kissed. Under the water and washing away the product of our lust. We went again in the bathroom. The light on and able to see each other clearly. When we stopped we panted, sharing a glass of water from the sink. We didn't even make it back to the bed before we went again. Neither of us slept. When one touched the other we rolled over, passionately. Concern to taboo was gone. It felt right, we both wanted it. No one said no. No one would ever tell us no. Morning came just as we finally couldn't go any longer. We were both sore. We were wet and we reeked. We didn't bother trying to bathe again. There was no point with how much of a mess the bed was now. When sleep finally found the two of us is was in each others arms.

She woke up first. I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I showered and put on some clean clothes. When I walked out of the master bath I was able to get a good look at the bed. The sheets were soaked, and I doubt that one stain from about 2:00 in the morning would wash out. I sat down at the table and she set a plate down in front of me. Vegetarian of course. I had gotten used to it though. I chuckled as I looked up to see her wearing one of my button up shirts.

"A little cliché don't you think?" I asked her, pulling her close by the loose fabric hanging at her side. She leaned in and I kissed her softly, she nuzzles me back and climbs up to sit in my lap.

_Know what isn't cliché? Lopunnys remain in heat for upwards of a week._She winks, I drop my fork, and the next thing I know I'm on my back, a frisky mon yanking my pants off.