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Chris and Rosa - Divinely Switched

Months into their relationship, Chris and Rosa had grown closer than ever. The Poke'morph had made quite a reputation for herself abroad, the shiny Lopunny with a curvaceous figure capable of winning numerous beauty contests and recognized as a formidable arena combatant. For many ogling eyes, she was certainly an envied gem, a treasure that trainers from across the region – and abroad – wanted on their team. Chris had gotten numerous petitions to trade for her, some offering multiple morphs of their own to try and sway him. But of course, he declined them all, quite happy with his bun bride.

It was plain to the eyes as to why other trainers wanted the shiny bunny. Rosa was a shapely Lopunny, even by the standards of her breed. She had a pristine figure, a slender waist accented by soft, plump curves. Her fat rump jostled with every step, and her hefty chest held a pleasant, thick weight when Chris held her breasts in his palms. She always had her ears done up in a pretty fashion, and even wore designer clothes specifically for her Lopunny lineage, which teased at her the delicate sinew of her musculature, tempting gazes with her curvaceous frame.

In short, she'd get a fella' hard just by walking past them, and no doubt their thoughts were filled with desperate deeds, so dearly wanting to plunge her pussy for their own. Sadly, for them, and all other greedy eyes, Rosa was only interested in her betrothed, the human Chris.

Their history together was still short, but storied with events from abroad. Many battles and pageants were won, enough to fill a lifetime with memories – yet there was still so much more to go. Faced with a prospect of spending said life together, Chris needed to think. He found himself wondering what was next, what was best for the two, whether they should continue traveling and battling or perhaps settle down. Few got the opportunity to do so at an early age – the world was difficult, despite its progress. The idea of owning a place to call your own was unthinkable for many, and thus, Chris and Rosa were no doubt lucky.

But maybe “settling down" wasn't the right move? They were quite young, ever still, barely in their twenties, with much to learn. Chris didn't have the answers, how could he? He'd grown, certainly, but in some ways he was still a boy coming to grips with himself and his identity.

And, what was best for Rosa? He needed to consider that too. She gave up a lot to be with him, and she was championship material. She could take him to the League, if they wanted, an enviable goal. But he didn't know, not entirely. If only he had some perspective!

Hmm. Perspective. There's an idea.

And, perhaps, it was that idea which drew the gaze of something rather divine to the couple.

Divinity with a sense of humor.

-*-

It was, perhaps, the ceaseless curiosity that brought Manaphy from the cool waters to ogle this pairing of human and Poke'morph. The world was always so busy, a churning machine of noise and battles and chaos. Humans were funny like that, as were their Poke'mon partners. It had been that way for centuries! If nothing else, it gave Manaphy something to watch. Ah yes, indeed, especially when they got intimate. Of the numerous things Manaphy had observed in its time, the relationships of two very distinct species (and sub-species) was a source of boundless fascination.

Perhaps it was the fault of Manaphy's birth. It was the only one of its trio divine that could, in fact, breed. Not that Manaphy got the “opportunity." Yet, the instinct to create a genetic essay and sire offspring to send a new generation hurtling into the futuristic unknown, that always remained. Thus explaining Manaphy's long, curious stares at human and Poke'morph partners. What they did, what they would do! Why, sometimes it was more than two! Morphs and humans got very creative.

Sometimes on all fours, sometimes with their mouths, sometimes in all holes at once! It was delightful and strange and, well, arousing too. Manaphy never did anything with the information, but whenever they got the chance, they had to get a peek.

Today, then, was different. Manaphy spied the couple as they did with so many before. A pair of wanderers cresting the hill, making their way into a grassy clearing surrounded by the fearsome woods. Out here, it was hard to believe civilization existed at all. The noise and lights of towering, distant cities from the Unova region were not here, nor were the chaotic battles taking place between trainer and 'Morph. No, it was tranquil, just how Manaphy liked it. It allowed for nature to just “be" and gave Manaphy plenty of things to watch.

Like these two.

Away from their sight, Manaphy cloaked itself to keep out of eyesight while the pair made their way into the clearing. A small lake caught the sky in a beautiful reflection, a clear day to bless the hidden knoll. Upon further inspection, Manaphy could make out their characteristics further.

It was a human and a 'Morph, and he was speaking in hushed tones.

“. . .got to do it out here, heh. Feels really natural, doesn't it?"

A light skinned male in his maturing age with a shock of hair, well dressed in adventuring gear, a pleasant expression on his face. Next to him was another slightly taller figure, certainly the fairer of the two. Manaphy could make her out, a pretty sight indeed!

She was a Lopunny, a shiny Lopunny at that! Perhaps one of Manaphy's favorite sights, as the Lopunny breed was curvy indeed! While all Morphs were alluring in their own way, a Lopunny fit everything just right. She had a nice, fat bottom that complimented her faintly athletic frame, equipped with supple thighs and legs to match her long, cute ears. She was nake as the day, her hefty bare breasts jostling in slight tosses with her rigorous motions, one hand gripping her human counterpart. There was something different about these two. . .

The only article of “clothing" – if one could call it that – was a sleek black leather collar gripping her neck, affixed with a heart symbol. Everything else was free to ogle, and the human was certainly doing that!

“How about here?" said Chris. “I don't think anyone is around."

Now what were these two doing?

-*-

Chris had been planning a “getaway" from the bustle of battle cities for a long while now. His bride to be, his bunwife – Rosa, the shiny Lopunny – had made a remarkable name for herself. Battles and pageants came to her as natural as breathing, an impressive feat indeed for a normal type. But Chris and Rosa were fatigued from it all, the constant lights, the continuous battles. It had a way of wearing you down. Keeping up with the League was harder still! New names were often working overtime to be the best and strongest, and that meant Chris and Rosa needed to constantly train. After a certain point, they had enough. They needed space from the cities and energy, at least for a while.

A grassy clearing would do just fine, then. Chris and Rosa were not here only for sightseeing. . . they had other ideas.

There was nothing like banging your hot bunny wife “all natural," and it was something Chris was interested in for a long time. Luckily, his partner got the idea fast too. She was needy for him too. When they reached the center of the clearing, she stopped. Her wide buttocks shimmered in the light, her head turning to give Chris a mischievous glance.

She shifted to embrace her human partner, the warmth of her soft frame enveloping him. Their lips pressed together, her kisses coming to his neck, nibbling at his ears.

“Ommf! Rosa!" moaned Chris, his hands falling on her waist, letting his fingers roll and touch all the little spots he knew sent pleasant tingles throughout her frame. The secrets of her body were wonderful to behold – the delicate sinew of her muscle hidden behind womanly shape and silky fur. He never got tired of it!

“Mmpunny," she cooed back, her half-lidded eyes wandering over Chris' clothed body. The girl decided to make short work of that, preferring her partner as nake as her. Her skillful digits wandered to his waist, unbuckling the belt and pants while her palm raced to his covered crotch, squeezing the prize in gentle fashion. Chris gasped, his cheeks going rose, his Lopunny massaging his hardening length behind the briefs.

But she moved fast now, slipping to her knees with a lick of her lips. Her hands yanked down Chris' undergarments, allowing his twitching, pulsing cock to spring free and shiver in the free air.

“O-oh, Arceus, Rosa," stammered Chris. He wasn't a juvenile or anything, he'd been with his bunwife many times. And yet, her beauty always captivated him, the way were eyes flicked up to him, how she wore that devilish grin, how she slurped at the tip of his cock and giggled to incite another reaction from him.

Rosa was incensed now, the flavor of her partner and proximity of cock filling her with new, wild desire. The earth was homey to her, how the grass whistled with the breeze and scent of earth wafted over the pair. She gripped his inches and stroked in slow, methodic fashion, wrapping her lips around the tip of his dribbling cock, assaulting it with long, slow kisses. Each procured a wistful gasp from Chris, as he gazed down and watched his flank disappear into Rosa's slippery throat. He pet and massaged her ears as she went to all fours, her thick bottom pushed out and wiggling with each motion.

Chris' neck arched, hearing the Lopunny service his needy cock with skillful, oral strokes. She had. . . plenty of practice. She would pause to dance her tongue across the sides, lapping at the crown before slurping it back into her mouth, the shlorps and schlops audible throughout the knoll. Perhaps she was feeling extra adventurous with the knowledge no one was around to watch them. Or so they believed.

Rosa's head bounced on his loins in continuous sloppy strokes, where her trainer/partner needed to grip her head to support himself, nearly losing balance. His shaft glistened from her actions and it took so much strength not to rut helplessly into her mouth.

“Mm. Looo."

She cooed at him, wiping her soft lips, looking up at her husband expectantly. It was like she was reading his mind!

Chris huffed with a chuckle. “Oh, really? H-heh, you want that huh?"

She tilted her head, then grinned. Well, he wouldn't dare deny his beautiful shiny Lopunny. He took the back of her neck with his fingers, gripping with gentle firmness, before readying his sloppy cock by prodding at her lips with it. Chris didn't usually get rough, but he could make an exception for his girl. He took his mast with free hand, rolling it against her cheeks and smacking her visage with the formidable inches. Rosa cooed with each strike, awaiting Chris to make his “move."

He did so by slamming himself into her, forcing her throat to bulge as the trainer stuffed every inch of his twitching length into the suckling girl's mouth. At once, he rut and slammed himself into her, using her mouth like a perfectly shaped sleeve, his balls bouncing against her as he haplessly thrust into the Lopunny.

“Mmmf! Sllhmf!"

The Lopunny squeaked with an orchestra of sounds, intermixed with the loud, demanding claps of flesh hitting flesh. Her body wobbled with each motion, tongue hanging free and in such a way to coax the underside of Chris' shaft. Her thick buttocks wobbled in soft jiggles and her perky front shook at gravity's play, her frame rotating with her partner to collide with each thrust.

Meanwhile, the two were observed by a very curious (but amused) Manaphy. The rare Poke'mon had seen behavior like this before, though there was something different about the pair. More. . . intimate, connected. With “feeling." Manaphy liked that, and continued to watch the two as they moved, fascinated by the Lopunny's oral attention.

At that moment, Manaphy had an interesting idea, but one it kept to itself. For now.

The pair continued with their sexual play, Chris reaching his first peak, shuddering as his orgasm burst to life in waves of white seed. Rosa was all too happy to oblige with sloppy gulps and suckles, swallowing the issue with dutiful motions. Chris huffed, sighing aloud as he collapsed to his haunches, his drenched cock dribbling with sex and saliva, bare haunches falling into the grass.

“Wow," he huffed. “That was. . . phew. . . didn't know you were so pent up, Rosa!"

Rosa panted too, wiping her mouth and winking. “Punny punny."

The two weren't done. The sun was still high in the air and the call of the wild lingered. Again, they embraced each other, and again, the explored the other with ferocious intensity. Manaphy watched (from safety, of course) as they shifted positions, like a dance in slow motion.

Rosa mounted her partner, resting on his stomach as she teased his length between the split of her ass. Then, once she'd gotten him hard again, she raised and wiggled her hips, teasing the crown with her juicy, wet pussy. Chris took her sides in his palms, anchoring his fingers for support while he watched his inches vanish – slowly – into her awaiting, hot folds. Like wet silk she engulfed him, softly moaning as she filled and stretched herself to the threshold.

Chris was dizzy, but in the best ways. “Uhf, Rosa," he cooed, looking down at her folds as she steadily bounced herself on his loins. Her soft buttocks tossed in gentle rhythms, teardrop tail wiggling with each toss of hips.

And it was here a strange though not unwelcome thought entered Chris' mind. Truly, he admired Rosa in many ways, more than he realized. On his more adventurous nights, left with only the midnight sky and his thoughts, he contemplated: what if he was Rosa? What if he was a curvy Lopunny? At first he wrote the ideas off as just the haze of sleepy contemplation. One often thought different things under the spell of exhaustion, and the idea of becoming a woman, much less a Lopunny, was probably one of those twilight fancies.

That's what he thought at first.

Intermixed with his ogling and staring, Chris had other contemplations too. The thoughts went from vague curiosities to odd yet welcome midnight thoughts. To be a Lopunny, or specifically Rosa, how amazing that might be! To have her incredible curves and busty ass, her generous front, her sweet voice. Confronting those thoughts was challenging, as it presented him quite the conundrum: not only was he thinking of being the opposite gender, but a different species too! How would he even go about that?

Considering such a feat was, as far as he know, impossible, Chris put the ideations aside. He still loved Rosa and figured he was just in a mood to experiment. But still, some days were harder than others. Literally.

In those contemplations, stranger still were exotic concepts and thoughts. Not only did Chris think about becoming Rosa, but what if Rosa. . . was him! In truth, he had never shared these thoughts with her, not yet. How could he? The prospect was different, to put it mildly. Trading bodies and then trying them. More so, Chris wondered if such a change would be permanent, and if he wanted that. It was a difficult subject to contemplate, especially on his own. Not unwelcome, exactly, but it dealt with so many angles and considerations. Where would he even begin?

“Looo!"

He was shaken from his brief thoughts, his back against the grass. Rosa was bouncing herself on his rigid cock, her wet folds dribbling with hot, wet juices as she reached her next climax. Chris groaned out too, grabbing her hips and massaging those child-bearing curves with a bit of an envious touch. He wondered how good her pussy felt, not just to bury his root inside her, but to have it too. What he wouldn't give for an opportunity like that!

The afternoon proceeded in much the same way. The ravenous couple exchanged a variety of positions, making sure they got their time's worth of relentless rabbit-fucking. Rosa had stamina for days and made sure to drain Chris' balls of every drop he had, coaxing his testes with gentle massages and squeezes while using her powerful leg muscles to choke his throbbing cock. Of course, Chris wouldn't be outdone, pushing her into the grass and slamming himself into her wet folds with a commanding mating press, making her blush and beg for more.

Manaphy had a way of “detecting" the thoughts and ambitions of humans. Experience, age, and wisdom did that, along with some good old-fashioned mischief. In its “observations" of the human and Poke'morph pair – this Chris and Rosa – Manaphy sensed something. A desire to change, to be different, to explore the self in ways never imagined before. Manaphy could be a mischief maker, but it never did it in such a way that was harmful or against the desire of its “victims." A playful prank here or there, and nobody got hurt. But this Chris. . . he was quite different. He yearned for his Lopunny in more ways than one.

Then, of course, Manaphy sensed those deep, stranger thoughts. The desire to change, not just into someone else, but to be his partner. To experience what she experienced! How delightful! But, of course, his ability to do so was limited. Why, changing forms like that would take nothing short of divine intervention!

Good thing Manaphy was around.

It knew how special the mating process was between humans and Poke'morphs, given it was the only of its kind capable of breeding. Perhaps that's why it understood the human – Chris – and why it would “help."

Floating into the twilight sky, its wide yellow eyes gazed up at the cloudless evening, the stars winking back in silent conversation. A perfect night to grant a wish! Manaphy beckoned to the cosmos to aid it tonight, meditating on water, the ultimate form of changing shape. Manaphy was in tune with water, the formless form, that which could adapt to any and all things. As such, it was the perfect transitioning element, and would allow Chris and Rosa to explore this wild new desire of theirs!

Yes, when the two would awake come the morning, their wish would be granted: Chris and Rosa would change bodies with all the wild lusts that came with it. Such power could not hold forever, and within a day they would change back. But, out here in the privacy of this grassy knoll they could do as they wished. And, of course, Manaphy would watch them with great amusement.

“Hmmhmmhmm," it chuckled, floating to the campsite. The two were sleeping, both in the nake. Once more, Manaphy connected with their thoughts, their very instinct, making sure this was indeed what the two wanted. And indeed, it discovered that slumbering desire to change gender, species, their bodies!

A beautiful glow emitting from Manaphy, surrounding the sleeping human and Lopunny. It was a brilliant gold, a blissful light, allowing them to sleep without issue. But as they did, their very bodies and minds changed, and like water, they were the “other." The glow faded as quickly as it appeared, and the duo shifted as though nothing had happened. But upon waking, their worlds would be completely different!

Manaphy was amused with itself. A job well done! It was eager to see just how the two would “handle" their newfound bodies. . .

-*-

Chris yawned, and everything was different. Literally. At once, he could tell something was off. The way his breath softened into gentle patterns, the abrupt sensation of warm, as though he were wearing a suit of soft silk, his position in the campsite. “He" felt his body stretch. Eyes fluttered opened, and then Chris noticed.

At first, it felt like a dream, for it had to be! When Chris noticed “his" body, it wasn't his body at all! No, where once was the human male form down to the briefs was instead the shapely, generous silhouette of Chris' partner. He wasn't Chris the human, he was Chris the lopunny!

And “he?" Well. . . no.

Chris could scarcely believe what had happened. Shooting up from the sleeping bag, they cast their gaze downward. Eyelids sprang as realization overtook them: just like the dream, they'd shifted everywhere else too. Chris now possessed a healthy rack and wide curves. Their crotch was sensitive, pussy lips tingling, hidden by a protective tuft of pubic fur. Their physique and everything else changed, just like Chris' dream.

Though, they had to absolutely be sure! They peeled away the covers of the sleeping bag and examined their new body. Wait, new? No, not new. . . because Chris recognized it. The shape, tone, and plumpness in all the right places indicated this was indeed Rosa's body! That meant. . .

Their eyes wandered over. There was his body, resting peacefully. Er, wait, what? If Chris was Rosa, did that mean Rosa was Chris? Or, was he still Chris but not exactly? By Arceus, their head was swimming. First with questions of what and how and when! The transformation, or rather, the body “switch" must have occurred during the night when they were sleeping. Who could have done such a thing? Or rather, what? That's the only conclusion Chris could reach in all this: something with the power to swap consciousness like this. After all, stranger things happened in the world of Poke'morphs.

The stranger thing, however, was the calmness Chris felt. Such a literal change to Chris body and very spirt should send him – or her now – into a panic. All the unknown variables and what it would mean, how it would change everything ahead of her life. Assuming the swap was permanent, anyway. That was a lot to take in at once, so for now, Chris tried to focus on the here and now.

Okay, so I'm a Lopunny! Or, I'm Rosa! Kinda? Both? This is crazy. . . but I kinda like it.

To describe how her mindset changed was difficult. Chris maintained their consciousness, their memories, everything, just with a different body. If there ever was proof the spirit was truly a thing, this was it! Unless they were injected with some kind of weird serum, another possibility. Though, after another quick check of her “new" body, there was no sign of injury or intrusion. It was like magic, but even better. It was real.

“Chris" wanted a better look at herself. Hmm. Might need a different nickname too. . .

Careful not to wake “himself" up – since they wouldn't know how Rosa would initially react – she padded out of the tent, meeting the early morn with an intrigued stretch. At once, Chris noted all the incredible difference in a Lopunny's body. Not just the obvious bits like a set of hips or healthy bust, but the way the bunny body moved. Lighter and agile, it felt. Each step was a graceful stride, yet with the potential to bound forward at great speed. Hearing and sense of smell were also greatly heightened, from the earthy, somewhat bitter grassy tones to the fragrant ambrosia of distant, virile flowers. A wild poke'call sounded sharp and crisp, Lopunny's ears able to zone in on its location, a far cry from Chris' regular human ears!

“Looopunny. . ." she muttered.

Incredible! Chris meant to say. Oh, right. That was something they forgot about – different speech patterns. Ah, well no matter! Poke'morph cries and language relied on cadence and inflection. You got a surprising level of meaning with only one word. Some even suggested that over time you would inherently understand what a Morph said, and as far as Chris was concerned, that was true.

Oddly, the surprise of morphing into, well, a poke'morph faded. Chris felt no more perturbed than changing a shirt. It felt okay, it felt right. She flexed her fingers and gazed at her body, doing a spin in the grass. She dared to test the framework of her body against the wilds, bounding across the knoll at great speed once again, racing from one end to the field to the next. It did not fatigue her, not in the slightest, surprising Chris. Just how strong were poke'morphs? It was one thing to command and observe them, but to be one, feel this. . . incredible!

With this power came urges, too. Instinctual at the core of Chris' heart. To compete, to fight, to grow stronger and better. It was a strange but welcome feeling, to think of the future in such an unafraid way. In fact, it was like changing identity was another challenge entirely! Gone were the typical human anxieties and worries, replaced with the beauty of one incredible Lopunny.

Buuuut. . . she had to wonder how Rosa might react. Or Chris? Ah, this would take some getting used to. For him – uh, her – the process was fast becoming natural. But how would Rosa react? Guess she'd have to find out.

Padding back over to their campsite, Chris noticed the tent had parted, indicating someone had left. Peeking in, the other sleeping bag was empty. At once, Chris' ears flicked at the approach of steps in the grass, and she spun around to see herself! Himself! Uh, Rosa?

Confusion abated and there stood Chris' human body, inhabited now by Rosa. This was indeed a surreal outcome! It was easy to process that he and she had swapped in their bodies, souls, and minds, but to see “themselves" not inhabited by the “self?" Gah, where was a Professor when you needed one! They could write entirely philosophy books about it!

Putting “out of body experience" on a new level, Rosa, or “Chris" stared at the Lopunny, an utterly dumbfounded complexion on their face. Chris' human face stared, glancing at the Poke'morph silhouette, then touched his own skin.

“Wha. . ."

'Chris' covered his mouth in shock, or rather, Rosa. He could scarcely believe the very words that weren't the chirrups and grunts of his bunny form!

“What's going on?"

Again, Chris – or Rosa – gasped. Having their words escape them from a human mouth was a brand new experience. She (or now he) was so used to the cadence of “Lopunny," and now they had mastery of an entire language!

Chris blinked in her new form, almost giggling. It was interesting hearing her partner try to work with human speech. However, she realized there would be a great deal of confusion if she didn't explain. So, to the best of her ability, Chris the Lopunny described the events of her waking up in this body, though there wasn't a whole lot to go on.

Maybe it was because of me? she said with a few “Lopunny" chirrups. I was. . . kind of dreaming about this?

Rosa blinked. “Dreaming? Whattya' mean?"

Chris trusted her partner with everything, so there was no reason to hide intention or desire. They continued to discuss visions they had from older days, dreams and daydreams mixed together about changing into not only the different gender, but as a beautiful bun too. It was a lot to explain, given he (or she, now) had the thoughts for an extended time. Not to mention Chris never believed they would actually come true, such a thing seemed locked into fantasy.

But now the fantasy was real.

After explaining, Rosa – in the human body – took a long, thoughtful pause. Then, they snickered. And then laughed. Rosa was already used to the prospect of possessing not only Chris' body, but seeing “herself" from this perspective. Guess it was himself, now.

“You realize you've been naked this whole time, right?" chided Rosa, gesturing at the naked bun body.

For some reason, Chris had yet to process that. Glancing down at the gorgeous Lopunny curves, yes indeed, she was. Chris was used to always having clothes on. If his human form was stripped down, it was by choice. Poke'morphs though went about in the buff all the time, a fact he (or she now) took for granted!

O-oh.

Chris features went bright red and suddenly she felt self-conscious. H-heh, guess so.

“Oh, don't worry about it," said Rosa, waving his hand. “Being a big titted gal isn't so bad, right?"

Here, Rosa's cadence started to change. She wasn't just body-swapped, all the human mechanisms and urges of a male were flooding into her – or now his ­– mind. Rosa was graceful, but in the body of her partner? It was different, fluid, swimmy. More so, Rosa was in possession of Chris' “robust" vocabulary, crude and lewd phrases included.

Perhaps Rosa was getting comfortable in his new body at a faster rate. He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers. “Hmm. This is nice. Could get used to this. How about you, 'Chris?' You like how I feel? Or, well, I guess how you feel, hehe."

Chris blinked. She chirruped with the usual Lopunny enunciations, saying: Well, uh, y-yeah, it is nice. I guess. You always had nice curves.

“Had?" chuckled Rosa. “That's the best ass in the Sinnoh region you're prancing around with!"

Rosa took a long stare at his old body. “Wow. I really look good. Kinda' see why you can't get enough of me, Chris."

Chris felt a strange, yet welcome, surge of heat throughout her body. Small, like a little flame erupting in her chest, as though the praise of her curves was enough to set her mind ablaze with. . . thoughts.

You're taking this change awfully well, said Chris, hoping to get a hold of herself.

Rosa blinked. “Huh? Oh." He shrugged. “Is it really that strange? We lay eggs for kids, Chris. Switching bodies with your partner is a little low on the list, isn't it?"

Chris rubbed her head. Guess he was right! The Poke'mon world was incredibly bizarre and fascinating. Heck, the Morph Surge was a strange event, where hundreds of Poke'mon shifted to anthropomorphized versions of themselves. So, was shifting bodies so absurd?

Rosa stretched. The sun shivered down through the trees and gentle wind whipped at the grassy knoll. “We've still got plenty of privacy here. . ." they intoned. Then, Rosa grinned at his partner.

“Wanna' really test that body out? You haven't lived til' you've had a nice, juicy cock pounding your pussy, ya' know?"

At that, Rosa stopped himself, then laughed. “Arceus! You've got a dirty brain, Chris! I'd never say that! Hah!"

Indeed, male and human desire were flooding Rosa's mind. The surge of hormones and masculine lust was immediate. Not to suggest that her Lopunny body was lacking in the “horny" department, but it was more tempered and at the right moments. This was a desire to just go, and already he could feel Chris' cock twitching. Or, now, Rosa's cock. A little pike of hot flesh, trembling and sensitive, with waves of tingly bliss surging near the tip, even when hidden under the cover of briefs. Interesting.

“Kinda wanna' test this out too. . ."

Now Chris went red hot. W-wha! Aren't we going a little fast?

Once again, Rosa snickered, taking a brisk step forward and planting a hand on Chris' robust rear. “We sure are."

A flood of desires and emotions surged through Rosa. Curiosity and intrigue, then lust mixed with arousal, forming a wicked cocktail. Chris, in the meantime, chirped with a 'meep!' Not unwelcome, however. The touch and sensation of exploring human hands on her sensitive Lopunny body filled her with warmth and wanting. Thoughts sprang into action, ideas of being bent over and bred, all holes used; it was consuming!

“Getting excited, huh?" Rosa teased. He knew that face well.

N-no, Chris tried to protest.

Rosa drew back his hand and landed a firm, hard slap on the thick bunny butt, causing a wave of jiggles to erupt over the soft fur and flesh, a loud snap emitting throughout the grassy field. Chris winced and yelped, but in a wanting way.

“Mmm," purred Rosa. “Wow. . . I really do have a big fat ass, huh?"

Admittedly, Rosa was surprised at her cadence and choice of words. She was flirty and teasing as a Lopunny, yes, but never crude. . . usually. Something about inhabiting this male, young body brought a different beast, and his desire to drain his balls in the Lopunny's sweet, soft pussy drove him wild.

Another chuckle. “Ah well, you do, I mean."

Rosa provided the ample ass with a harsh squeeze, reaching around Chris' new backside and tossing the healthy cheeks in his hands. “Whoa. Really soft. . ."

Rosa always new her bunny butt was ample and appealing, but to feel it with rough male hands was another thing entirely. He admittedly was having far more fun jostling and swatting the thick ass, rolling his fingers down each cheeky slope, caressing and holding them in palms before releasing them with a commanding chuckle.

“I guess since you're using that body, better give it a test drive, eh Chris?"

Chris moaned and whimpered with each commanding touch, but welcomed them all the same. She wanted more in this Lopunny body, to be dominated and used. Whether that's how Rosa usually felt as her “normal" Lopunny self, Chris didn't know. But for him (or her, now), the idea of being a breedable bun was far more appealing than they ever realized.

Rosa was also enjoying themselves. They never saw themselves as domineering – not like this. Maybe a powerbottom, maybe a switch taking the lead sometimes. But now? Rosa wanted to jam their new, young cock into every Lopunny hole until Chris was begging for more. It was overwhelming, in a good way. Must've been the potent mix of switching bodies and the young, human male drive.

Rosa, then, decided to take advantage of these new, rushing desires. Once again, his exploring hands shot out, drifting to the bunny's hefty rack, giving each sac a harsh squeeze. “Oh!" they exclaimed.

“Were my tits really that big?" he continued, forcing another orchestra of moans out of Chris. Fingers provided harsh twists and squeezes to the nips, tugging the breasts and then swatting them together, creating a lewd applause of smacking tits.

R-Rosa! Hang on! Those are sensitive! Protested Chris.

Rosa chuckled. “Yeah, I know." It was amusing to watch Chris “deal" with all the subtleties of the Lopunny body, teasing all the buttons Rosa inherently knew about.

Chris' panted in hot, heavy breaths, puffs of steam escaping her as her arousal shifted into overdrive. A lopunny – especially a shiny one – was ready to go at the drop of a hat, and Chris was learning that very quickly. Naturally, they wanted more. She didn't even have to say so for Rosa to sense the brewing bodily want, who continued to yank and knead the pair of busty tits.

“Enjoying yourself?"

Y-yeah. . .

“Hah! Well, you're having all the fun. What about me?"

Chris stepped back and blinked, gulping. They realized what Rosa meant, eyes wandering down to the boy's still-hidden crotch. Then, in one smooth motion, they dropped to their knees, hands going to the briefs and pulling them down, exposing Rosa's springy cock to the morning air. A new experience for Chris, given she'd never had this perspective before.

It was. . . thrilling to say the least. Strange at first to see their “own" cock this way, but now that Chris was a Lopunny, the transition of bodies and gender cemented as fact, and Chris could see the twitchy inches as belonging to Rosa now. Said inches allured her, the Lopunny licking her lips.

“Excited now?" teased Rosa. “Heh." This time it was Rosa going a shade of red, though not from embarrassment. The heat was building up in his body, his male length a smoldering spike needing satisfaction.

Mmff. . . huffed Chris, taking the inches in her hands, providing nice, even strokes along the twitching flesh. It throbbed in her palms, begging for attention and release, and Chris wanted nothing more than to swallow that juicy dick. Never thought they'd say that about their own sex!

Hands massaged the testes while Chris' bunny mouth went to the tip, sniffing the masculine scent before embracing the tip of the inches in her warm, soft mouth. Her tongue pillowed the shivering mast, letting it rest on the rug of wet pink, gazing up at Rosa with submissive glee.

“Ooo, really eager huh?" Rosa said, taking the shaft and providing a few light smacks on Chris' puffy cheeks.

“Well, don't keep us both waiting then!"

Indeed, Chris wasn't much for foreplay, and as a Lopunny even less so. Staring at the rigid cock, she realized her knowledge about “pleasing" a length of twitchy inches was rather limited. Poke'Hub provided a range of videos but that was porn, not the real thing. Instincts kicked in, guiding her, and. . .

A little awkward at first, but Chris got the feel for things fast. Literally. She slipped the shivering dick into her maw, keeping her teeth away from the sensitive skin and using her plush lips to wrap around the inches. Then, the rest took over. Her brain, her body, they knew what to do. A little voice in her head got louder and louder, wanting more, desiring to have that thick dick pound into her bunny throat and drain those balls. It was so juicy and tasty, making Chris' Lopunny mouth water.

Rosa had the same idea, gripping Chris by the ears and driving their cock deep into the bun's awaiting throat. The oral tunnel bulged out and Chris sputtered, meeping in surprise from the brutal, shoving entry. The heat of the intruding cock emanated throughout Chris' lips, throat, and mouth, while Rosa locked their partner in place. Chris trembled, but didn't resist, holding onto Rosa's thighs for support as the twitchy inches found comfort in the tight, gripping squeeze. Here, Chris could absorb Rosa's scent and even taste the fat, heavy sac, tongue dangling free as Rosa arched their back, letting off a long, pleased sigh.

Steam vapor escaped Rosa, practically drooling as their eager partner took the entire length with impressive gusto. “Damn, A-Arceus, d-did my mouth really feel that good, gnmm. . ."

Indeed, what a strange yet incredible experience! No wonder Chris in his human form enjoyed this so much! Rosa knew their Lopunny mouth was good, but not this good. In the meantime, the approving words only encouraged Chris more. She was doing a good job and for some reason, that inspired her to keep going and make Rosa moan harder.

Instinctual knowledge carried her on, like a mental map of precisely what to do. Chris didn't “know" and yet she did. Furthermore, she had ample knowledge of the very cock she serviced, what with literal personal experience and all. She got creative, not only stroking in long, tedious rises and dives with her plush lips, but toyed with it. Kissing the tip again, letting it rub along her plush cheeks, then slobbering along every inch in hasty, demure fashion.

“Agggh! Chris! Holy Arceus!" panted Rosa, tongue hanging free. “Didn't know you'd be such a good bunny slut, gugh. . ."

Chris paused, blinking up at her partner in innocent fashion. At that, Rosa growled, grabbing the bun's head with a gentle but commanding grip. “My turn!"

Like a beast, Rosa thrust every inch of that shivering cock back into Chris awaiting, obedient throat, but this time with the intent to use said throat like a personal cock-sock. A piston motion of hefty grinding slams proceeded, each smacking Chris' lips with tests, rivers of saliva and sex dribbling from the bun's mouth, pooling beneath the pair in lewd fashion. The once quiet grassy knoll transformed into an orchestra of intercourse, Chris forced to eagerly gobble her significant other's twitchy member. It bulged her throat and each stroke sounded messy schlorp schlup shchlorp, face going red from lack of oxygen and a desire to continue servicing the member.

Rosa slammed himself into the tight throat, until the throbbing inches shuddered to life. At once, an explosion of seed escaped from the tip, waves of hot, electric tingles radiating throughout his loins, forcing a long, bestial groan from him.

For Chris, she was aptly rewarded with a torrent of seed, gushing hot ropes of salty flavor filling her throat. She continued to suckle in obedient fashion, ramming her head in feverish rises and slams, a goopy mess made of her lips. Trails of saliva and sex feel from her soft lips in copious fashion, Rosa looking down to observe her work. He thrust through the rest of his peak, choking Chris' awaiting throat until the tip fizzled out and spared every drop for the obedient oral entrance.

Rosa blinked, huffing and smirking as they slowly pulled free from Chris' obedient maw. What the Lopunny did not swallow dribbled down her chin, and Rosa admired their “efforts" in the meantime. With a chuckle, Rosa stripped out of their bottoms so the free air kissed his exposed flesh. They proceeded to look over Chris in studious fashion, admiring the shiny Lopunny body.

“Incredible," huffed Rosa. “But I think we've only started!"

Chris blinked, squeaking as she was spun over and pushed into the grass. Her pussy lips trembled, inner walls throbbing for more. Was it inner desire, or the stamina granted by her bunny body? Both! She glanced back, her fat full ass pushed into the air, nectar already dribbling from the inner folds. Past her dark clitoral lips was the suckling inner pink, silky wet with anticipation.

“Loopunny!" chirped Chris, wiggling their hips in anticipation.

Oh Rosa, they said, fill me! Breed me with my own cock!

“Hah!" chortled the human Rosa. “Don't you mean mine?"

Chris blushed, nodding in submission. It was still a new concept to get used to, but a welcome one.

In the meantime, Rosa positioned himself, sliding to their knees in the soft grass. One hand firmly swatted one of Chris' fat cheeks, causing the Lopunny to whine in surprise. The impact sent a wave of violent jiggles throughout the plush flesh, enticing Rosa further. With rigid fingers he spread the buttocks apart, admiring the winking holes peeking through the cleft of the cheeks.

“Huge. . ." commented Rosa, drooling and admiring the immense ass before them. It all clicked why so many trainers and different Poke'morphs wanted to breed with Rosa's body so badly. As a Lopunny she was naturally thick and curvy, but training made it especially so. In a fun way, she (or he) got to sample the fruits of their old labor!

Chris cooed and again shook their rump, tossing thighs from side to side. “Nnuh!"

Don't make me wait any longer. . .

Rosa wasn't so merciless he'd deny Chris their urge, and thus pushed the tip of their still-stiff and rigid cock against the pussy lips. Teasing, slow strokes came afterward, pushing the lips aside before slipping out. Of course, Rosa couldn't resist for long and was in no mood for extended foreplay. Those juicy cunny walls were begging for a good stretching, as it always was.

“Ohf, by Arceus yes," groaned Rosa in bestial fashion. He plunged into the sodden walls, still slick from Chris' subservient cock worship, shoving every inch of himself into the waiting hot wet hole. Heat encompassed his loins and filled his lower body with intense, radiating sensations. He held the position for a moment, admiring his “work" as Chris was stuck on the inches. Said Lopunny proceeded to gasp and softly whimper for more, tongue hanging free as their sensitive tunnel coaxed and suckled the penetrating inches.

“GGh!" Rosa roared, giving the fat ass another hard smack. He didn't want to just play around, he wanted to defile, breed, and drown this pussy! Which was, in retrospect, a funny thing to say after a body-swap. Still, a primordial urge roiled up within them, and they proceeded to pound and pump their loins into Chris' hot folds.

A rough, bouncing rhythm followed after. Chris felt her new master slam and stroke with growing force, driving the Lopunny into the ground. She whined and moaned as the cock tip nuzzled her cervix, forcing even higher pitched moans from the bun gal. Steam huffed out from her maw in puffy clouds while her eyes rolled upward, hefty tits pressed into the gentle grass while Rosa used her like a personal cock sock. She was at Rosa's mercy, feeling her walls spread, every sensitive button pressed with each stroking motion.

“How ya' like it?" chuckled Rosa in between thrusts. “Want it? Wanna' be bred?"

It was a new, surprising thought, but yes, Chris could feel that urge too. To be completely filled up with Rosa's seed, to have her pussy absolutely drowning in his potent issue, that would be heaven!

“LOPUNNY!" Chris shrieked. Yes, y-yes, oh Arceus yes! Use me up! Please! Breed me like a common bunny bitch!

That was all Rosa needed to here. At once their fat cock shivered again to life, ropes and waves of rushing hot seed gushing forward like a deluge. Rosa's testes twitched and clenched as they pumped rows of white into the panting, begging Chris, leaking from those juicy pussy lips into the forgiving earth.

Rosa huffed, before pulling out of Chris' sodden lips. Their cock flicked and trembled as they did, dripping seed and sex into the ground. They were flushed, face glistening with droplets of sweat, wearing a grain as they gazed at the inviting sight of Chris' backside.

“H-heh, wow, you're really in practice for this, eh Chris? Must've been thinking about doing this a lot, huh?"

Chris had enough energy to nod, pushing themselves up from the grass. The pleasant, liquid warmth filled them, and their thoughts brewed on what it'd be like to have this happen over and over. However, they didn't get much time to reflect, as Rosa was still ready. Suddenly, Chris felt something else. The hard cock tip nuzzling their anal hole, spreading the tight ring with teasing touches.

“Nnh!"

Chris glanced back in shock. “Lopunny!?"

W-wait a minute Rosa, w-what are you doing!?

With a wild grin, Rosa positioned Chris into the grass, the Poke'morph on her side with a leg raised around Rosa's shoulder. “Aw come on Chris, we're just getting started!"

He wet his thumb and traced it around Chris' anal entry, massaging the tender, sensitive pucker with diligent touches. Each touch sent a shiver throughout the Lopunny, enticing Rosa to push their fingers deep into the tight hole. Once the entrance was tender and coaxed, they readied themselves. Rosa's stiff, uncompromising cock found its way to the hole, the sloppy tip nuzzling the pink ring. Pushing, nudging, but not quite entering, not just yet.

A-ah! Cooed Chris. I d-dunno about that!

Rosa laughed. “Heh, well I do!"

Rosa fixated on his next goal as his trembling, hungry length pushed against the suckling ring. Then, in one slow motion, he drove his inches into the pucker, Chris crying out in response. Rosa moaned, the tightness incredible, suckling him in and milking his throbbing length for all it was worth. Rosa had to stop once they were buried in their partner, the tight hold a perfect massaging touch. For Chris, the sensation was wild! Their tender spot was hit, sending a whole new, rattling wave of intense warm throughout their torso. They gasped, speechless, at the mercy of their partner.

“Easy does it now. . ." rasped Rosa, remembering their pace. Eager as they were to pummel the Lopunny into submission, they didn't want to hurt Chris. Unless they were into that? Questions for later!

In the meantime, Rosa maintained his grip and kept Chris' leg around their shoulder, locking them in place. A free hand curled under Chris' torso to squeeze and massage the bunny's ample chest, twisting and toying with the rubbery nipple. Again, Chris gasped and heaved, panting, their tongue lulling free as Rosa set to “work," slowly rotating their backside into the tight tunnel.

They proceed to pump into Chris, creating a pattern of thrusts and smacks like before, Rosa grinning all the way. “Ohh, amazing," they murmured. “You're even tighter here, huh?"

“Wow, if this is how it's gonna be," said Rosa between thrusts, “I gotta' use you like this from now on!"

Chris' features went red hot – even the pink shiny portions of their body seem to glow a hue of crimson! The idea was palpable, incredible even! To be used this way, oh by Arceus! All they could do was moan and simper for more, their eyes rolling up into their head while Rosa made use of their second perfectly tight entrance.

“Holy Arceus, gnn!"

Rosa let off a lewd chorus of groans and sounds as they pounded the tight bunnyhole before hitting climax. Taking full of advantage of his new human male body, a surge of white exploded from his tip and filled the awaiting tunnel. But before Chris could get a moment of reprieve, Rosa had another idea.

“Heheh. . ."

Once again they changed position, this time mounting Chris from behind as before, positioned over their partner. With vigor, they swung their hips in vertical rises and dives, smashing into Chris' anal ring. Again, the shiny Lopunny looked back in shock as they were completely used, but never resilient. Every motion filled them with thoughts of “more," and for the first time in a long time, they felt “right." This felt correct, like they were meant for this. . .

Again and again Rosa found creative ways to use Chris' Lopunny form, until the pair were finally dizzy in what felt like hours later. Chris huffed, finding themselves staring up at the blue sky, covered and sweat with issue flowing from their soft pussy and tight hole. They had no energy, for once, the fit Lopunny body finally giving way to sheer exhaustion from a pleasant – but relentless – fucking. Rosa was the same, their skin coated with sweat, face red, huffs of steam escaping their mouth. His loins were a sopping, sloppy mess, and the ground beneath was sticky from their decadent actions.

“Hmf, I could get used to this," muttered Rosa, his eyes closing.

-*-

When she awoke, Chris expected everything to return to normal. That perhaps what she experienced was a wild, sex-crazed dream and it was only in passing – as life usually was. But when her eyes fluttered open and the rushing sounds of afternoon wildlife rushed over her, Chris was astonished to find. . . she was still a Lopunny. Could it be true? Was she really in the body she wanted? Yes! It was so!

She rose, slowly, fur stained from sex and body still tired from her partners bestial actions. A pleasant, warm soreness flowed throughout her lower body, tingling when she moved. There was a nearby lake and Chris washed up, admiring their reflection in the water. They were even tempted to pose and examine themselves for a while, but they abstained. For a moment, Chris wondered what life might be like going forward. Would this be accepted, or too confusing for others?

Well, she supposed it didn't really matter. The two had come far and travelled a great distance, exploring various regions and cities. They made a name for themselves as serious contenders, both in League tournaments and for fashion shows. Frankly, they could decide whatever they wanted at this point!

Chris trot back to their small makeshift camp to spy Rosa sitting their, cleaned and clothed. They were setting up a small fire for the evening, getting the materials ready.

“Oh, hello!" Rosa greeted. “Sorry. Didn't want to wake you."

Rosa swished their jaw in quick patterns. “Wow, still getting used to this human 'speech' thing. How do you guys get on with so many words?"

Rosa then sat on a pulled up log, staring at the yet-made fire. “Okay. But seriously. This is different, isn't it?"

Chris joined them, enunciating with her Poke'phrases. It is. But I really like it.

Rosa tapped his fingers. “Are you sure? You know, I thought, maybe it was a dream or it was some kind of temporary Poke'mon ability. Like maybe one of those mischief makers played a prank on us. Hmm. But here we are!"

Here we are.

Rosa nodded, sighing. “Yeah. It's a lot to take in. But at the same time, I guess it's not. The Morph world is already strange as it is. I guess what I mean is, how do you feel, er, Chris? In that body? Which I guess is yours now?"

Rosa stared down at his hands, flexing their fingers. “I won't pretend I don't miss what I know, but this is interesting, and you're still my Trainer."

They blinked a few times, laughing. “Wait a minute, am I still, even? Hahaha, how strange!"

Chris tilted her head. I guess I didn't consider that either! Well, I don't know. I don't think I even can be. No such thing as a Poke'morph trainer. Who would I even train, you?

This got a barrage of laughter from the body-swapped Rosa. “Ohoho, right, put me in the tourney! Why, could you imagine?"

Rosa flexed a few times. “Me, going toe-to-toe with a Machamp?" Another laugh, and Chris laughed too. The thought was pretty funny, and intimidating!

Well, for Rosa it was. Strange, though. To Chris, in this new Lopunny body, the idea of a fair challenge was exciting. Rather than measure it out in her own thoughts like a human would, the desire to meet obstacles head on overcame her. Guess that was part of the instinctual nature of being a Poke'morph. Maybe it also explained why they could mate with their partner so naturally, even with a bodily change as drastic as this!

I wonder how this happened, Chris asked. It was rhetorical, really, she didn't imagine Rosa had the answer.

Rosa shrugged. “I don't know for certain. But all sorts of unusual things happen in the Poke'morph world. Some out there can bend time, change the weather, level buildings. This isn't exactly the oddest thing to happen, eh?"

Chris shook her head. No, not really!

“I don't mind being this way. . . do you?"

Chris paused a while before answering. In truth, they had considered this kind of life before, so the solution was easy.

No.

They embraced and kissed as partners. They trusted the other enough that such a change, even as dramatic as this, would not interfere with their relationship, or their future!

Above them, hidden away from eyes, amused with itself, was Manaphy. Hmhmhm! So, it looked like its little “trick" worked out for the better, eh? How interesting to see the pair this way. But their bond was absolute and trust unshakeable. Oh yes, the two would do fine. Just fine.

In the end, it was all about the bond between human and Poke'morph. And their bond was nothing short of divine.

END