[Name: Gardevoir]
[Type: Psychic / Fairy ]
[Gender: Female ]
[Level: 50 ]
[Ability: Trace ]
[Moves: Extrasensory, Psyshock, Psychic, Charm, Teleport, Life Dew, Calm Mind, Moonblast, Dazzling Gleam, Shadow Ball ]
[Egg Move: Destiny Bond ]
[Equipped Traits]
Fairy Body (Purple): Fairy-type move power +30%; 20% chance to infatuate foe.
Psychic Boost (Purple): Psychic-type move power +30%; psychic control +20%.
"Churu~?"
Still disoriented, Lopunny spun in a circle, searching the empty air. In that instant of vulnerability, a bluish-white phantom flickered into existence directly behind her.
Psychic.
With a cold, elegant lift of her hand, Gardevoir unleashed a torrent of raw, pink-purple energy. It howled forward, a psychic tsunami meant to engulf the Normal-type.
"Churu!"
Pure instinct took over. Lopunny's head snapped toward the threat a fraction of a second before her entire, graceful form blinked out of existence.
BOOM—
"Gar~?"
Gardevoir watched, momentarily nonplussed, as her devastating energy blast obliterated a stout tree ten meters to her left. There, having just reappeared, stood Lopunny—panting slightly, but unharmed.
Interesting, Wade thought, a thrill of genuine surprise cutting through his battle focus. She used Copycat to mimic Teleport purely on reflex. Without a Trainer's guidance, her combat intuition was remarkable. Given proper training, her potential could indeed rival Gardevoir's.
The battles of this world were nothing like the rigid, turn-based games of his past. Here, strategy, instinct, and bond could bend the rules, allowing the clever underdog to triumph—though trying to fight god with a worm was still just suicide.
"Enough play. Gardevoir, Extrasensory. Pin her."
Admiration aside, the gap in raw power was vast. Overwhelming force remained the simplest solution.
"Churu?!"
Lopunny's moment of relief was shattered. Before she could move, an invisible, vise-like grip seized her entire body, lifting her helplessly into the air. She struggled against the constricting pink light, her face flushing with effort and helplessness.
Opposite her, Gardevoir rose serenely to match her altitude.
"Moonblast."
At her Trainer's calm command, Gardevoir let out a soft, resonant hum. A pale, celestial blue aura ignited around her form. She crossed her slender arms over her chest, and as her eyes slid shut in deep concentration, the very farm held its breath.
The clear midday sky darkened. A strange, silver sheen washed over the blue, and the blazing sun seemed to dim. Directly above, against all reason, a luminous full moon manifested, its pale glow eclipsing the daylight.
Gardevoir's eyes flew open—her pupils were now vertical slits of molten gold. The gathered moonlight above coalesced, then cascaded down in a torrent of liquid radiance.
The spectral moon burst like a soap bubble, and the sun reclaimed its dominion.
"Go. Poké Ball."
A soft tink echoed in the sudden silence.
"Churu…"
Lopunny's eyes swirled as she collapsed, defeated.
"Churu…"
In the haze of unconsciousness, Lopunny felt a gentle warmth—large, soothing hands stroking her head. She instinctively tried to nuzzle closer into the source of comfort.
Why… why does my body feel so… feverish?
"Hmm? Gardevoir," Wade murmured, holding the stirring bunny girl in his arms. She whimpered softly, not yet fully aware. "Did it feel like this for you too? When you first changed?"
"Gar~" Gardevoir's psychic voice was a knowing purr beside his ear. Perhaps, Master, the transformation requires a… more intense catalyst?
"Worth a try," Wade conceded, trusting her experience.
The moment his fingertip brushed her cheek—a touch feather-light yet charged—Lopunny's entire body jolted. A sensitive tremor ran through her, culminating in the twitch of her long, fluffy ears.
The Golden Finger's ability had fully taken hold. Curled against him was no longer simply a Pokémon, but a breathtaking bunny girl. Her upper body was cinched into a daring black strapless top, the soft material straining to contain her generous curves and leaving a tantalizing expanse of smooth, cream-colored skin exposed. The morning light caught on the delicate line of her collarbone and the flat, jade-like plane of her lower abdomen, which rose and fell with his proximity.
Her lower half was sheathed in hip-hugging black lace stockings, the material clinging to the elegant, powerful lines of her legs like a shimmering second skin.
The intricate mesh of her stockings grew sparser from her toes upward, dissolving into delicate, semi-transparent lace at mid-thigh. Where the sheer fabric ended, the plush snow-white skin of her upper thighs was cinched by the dark band, creating a stark, tempting contrast that hummed with a subtle, potent allure.
"Hmm? Why does it feel… damp here?"
Wade's exploring fingertip trailed lower, drawn irresistibly toward that fleeting glimpse of concealed beauty.
"N-no… that's… too much!"
The newly awakened bunny girl suddenly convulsed, her powerful thighs snapping together in a vise-like grip that trapped his wandering hand. Her red lips parted on a silent gasp, her expression now a masterpiece of flustered, spring-tide desire.
"Master… you are… truly too mischievous," she finally managed to whimper, her voice a trembling breath.
After a moment, Lopunny pushed herself upright in his lap, her body still thrumming with the aftermath. It was her first time experiencing that peculiar, consuming sensation—as if her very nerves had been rewired, leaving her trembling and utterly pliant.
"You left me no choice. You wouldn't wake up," Wade replied with a faint, unrepentant smile. His gaze, heavy with interest, drank in her nearly ripe complexion, roaming freely over the elegant, sensual lines of her humanized form. "Sometimes, a direct approach is necessary."
"D-don't look!"
Overwhelmed by the slick, aching heat between her thighs—a feeling so intense it threatened to overflow—Lopunny willed the transformation away in a panic. The air shimmered around her, and she reverted to her natural, fluffy form.
What was that? Why did I become… like that? Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs as she stole a glance at her Trainer. A blush, stubborn and warm, remained painted across her delicate features.
"Alright then," Wade said, his voice softening into a more pragmatic tone, though a current of reluctance still ran beneath it. He quelled the heat stirring in his own veins. "Welcome to the farm, Lopunny."
"Gar~"
Gardevoir offered a regal, if slightly knowing, nod of approval from beside them.
"Chu-ru-lu~"
Seeing Lopunny's ears still drooping with shy confusion, Wade couldn't resist. He reached out and delivered another round of affectionate, soothing strokes between them, calming her nerves.
"Now! Back to work!"
"Gar!" / "Chu-ru!"
"Gardevoir, Extrasensory. Make it quick."
"Gar."
With a graceful lift of her hand, Gardevoir summoned blades of compressed psychic energy. They shot forth, weaving through the remaining stands of weeds with surgical precision. Swish-swish-swish! The sound was clean, sharp. Great swaths of vegetation fell, scattered across the dark soil.
Wade followed in her wake, gathering the fallen weeds into neat piles. Before long, the last stubborn patch of wild growth had been eradicated, leaving behind the scent of crushed greenery and rich, exposed earth.
"Whew… farm work is no joke."
Wade straightened, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, his spine protesting the long stretch of bending. He surveyed the cleared expanse—a vast, blank canvas of fertile soil—and a wave of satisfaction washed over him.
Now came the real labor: tilling the land itself.
He let out a long breath, feeling a surge of gratitude for his timely new capture. Thanks to Lopunny, he wouldn't be the one breaking his back under the sun with a shovel.
"Lopunny," he said, turning to the eager Normal-type. "The field is yours."
"Chu-ru-lu!" Lopunny nodded, her earlier shyness replaced by a spark of confident determination.
Wade swept his arm in a grand gesture toward the waiting earth. "Go! Use Cultivate!"
[Cultivate: Tills the soil, preparing it for planting and stimulating growth. Also increases the Attack and Special Attack of Grass-type Pokémon.]