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Advisory
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This story has three choices for endings. Read them and decide for yourself which you like most.

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	Harry rolled over in bed to face the clock on his window. The digital display read two in the morning. Giving a sigh, the eight year old boy rolled over to flop on his back. He already knew he wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. He was much too wide awake from the dream he had.

	He couldn't get his mind off it. Ever since his older brother started being an official pokemon trainer, the younger boy couldn't stop wishing for the day when he could be old enough to get his first pokemon. But now his dream put a new idea into his head. Why wait a few more years to have a pokemon given to him? Why not go out and catch one now?

	All thoughts of trying to get back to sleep were gone. Harry slipped out from under his sheets, creeping on tiptoe over to his bedroom door. All he had to do was sneak into his brother's room and grab one of his empty pokeballs. Simple.

	Harry prickled with delight as he eased out the back of the house, his newly pilfered pokeball held tight in both hands. He knew that no one would be waking up for hours to come, so he would have all the time he would need to find a wild pokemon and catch it. Then when his parents and brother eventually would wake up, they would be finding him with a pokemon he had caught all on his own! The boy could already imagine their surprise, and even with the scene only in his imagination, it already felt wonderful.

	Still in his light blue fleecy pajamas that had little pikachus printed all over it, the boy snuck like a shadow to the very end of his backyard. He pulled up the two loose boards from the fence and slipped under, leaving his clean and kempt yard behind for the open field of tall grass that lay beyond. Surely he would catch a pokemon here! He could always see rattatas and pachirisus darting over the fence from his bedroom window. The field must be absolutely full of them, and tonight, one of them would be his!

	With only the Moon to light his way into the wilderness, Harry took his first steps into the tall grass. The boy kept his eyes peeled to the ground, looking for any sign in the darkness of a pokemon for him to throw the ball at. The grass rustled quietly around him as he moved through it, but he heard barely any other sound.

	Harry had walked twenty yards or so into the grass before he started feeling a little anxious. He was certainly a good distance away from the fence now. He turned around to look back the way he had come, but of course the grass and the dark of the night blocked out all view of his home. It came to dawn on the boy that he was truly out in the thick of pokemon territory all by himself, without his brother, parents, or any of their pokemon to protect him from wild pokemon. Harry thought about turning back and running for safety, but then he thought again about his wonderful dream. He couldn't turn back now. He -had- to find a pokemon and catch it, no matter how scary it was out here!

	The boy whispered a quiet "Hello?" into the sea of grasses, his hand wiping down his PJs to shed some of the dried up plant matter sticking to the material. "Are there any pokemon out here that would like to be -my- pokemon?"

	Harry waited for any kind of answer, staring into the dark and trying to make out shapes or movement. A couple seconds of pure silence met his ears, making him think that either his words had gone unheard by the pokemon who might be sleeping, or they were watching him and not letting him now where they were. Just when the young boy was about to say something again, what he had been waiting for happened. A pokemon moved somewhere up ahead, making the grass shake loud enough to be heard.

	The boy froze, suddenly terrified that he had found what he was out looking for. What pokemon was it in there? Would it want to fight him? Would it be really big and fast? Harry looked back over his shoulder again, seriously considering just turning and running as fast as he could back to the fence. He understood very quickly that he no longer wanted to be so deep out in the tall grass, so far from safety.

	The pokemon that had made the noise stepped through the grass and into view. Harry fell right over backwards onto his butt at the sight of it, having to look way up to meet the dark creature's red eyes. The fleece-clad boy squeaked out a strangled yelp, his throat going dry and locking up. He started to crawl backwards on his hands and feet like a crabby, but the zoroark loomed over him.

	Harry stared deep into the fox pokemon's eyes, their bright red the most visible part of the dark type pokemon in the shade of night. He struggled for breath, but felt suddenly strange, almost like he were dreaming again. The world in his vision felt like it was fading away, only the fox pokemon's slitted eyes left seen clearly.

	Zoroark weaved his illusion, but he made sure that this attack was different from normal. He wasn't just making an illusion in the young human's mind. He was making his creation real. There would be no turning the boy back into what he was before. This would be permanent.

	Harry's head cleared from the fog slowly, his mind making the long process of focusing after what had been done to him. The boy looked up high above him to see the zoroark still standing there with the same wicked smile as before, but now the pokemon had its arms crossed over its chest. The boy tried to start scurrying away from the dark type again, but immediately stopped when he saw his own body. The sight made him stop and almost forget all about the pokemon standing tall over him.

	His light blue pajamas were gone entirely, his body naked but for his fur. His light brown fur. Harry's head whipped in disbelief, his eyes taking in the sight of his new body. It was clear right away that he was no longer a human. He looked at his hands, which were now paws. He rolled halfway over to look around his back, which now had a puffy tail. He felt up at the top of his head, which now had long ears that he could pull down in front of his face and actually see. "What... did you do?" the pokemon boy whispered, his voice high and shaking like he was going to cry.

	Now that the boy was turned into a pokemon, he had no trouble in understanding the zoroark when it spoke. "I made you into a lopunny, little cub. You're a bunny now."

	The zoroark was right. He was a lopunny! A real pokemon! Harry tugged his own fur to make sure it wasn't a dream. He felt the pull on his chest where his fingers grabbed. It was all really real!

	Zoroark stepped in even closer to the lopunny boy, chuckling darkly. For the first time since the dark fox had come out of the brush, Harry understood that it was a male pokemon. Looking up from underneath the two-legged fox, it was hard -not- to see that it was male. Between Zoroark's legs his balls hung in plain sight, the two orbs in his sack much, much larger than Harry's. It almost shocked the boy to see their great size, having never seen any male's parts other than his own and those of a couple other boys his age. The zoroark's bulged sack looked like the size of a pair of black-furred lemons. His eyes traveled higher, to the fox's thick sheath. With his heart thumping in his bunny chest, Harry spared a look down to his own lower region. Sure enough he had a sheath now too, but his package was dwarfed by the wild pokemon's.

	The dark fox pokemon reached down, grabbing up the transformed boy by the arms. He stood Harry up on his feet, the lopunny's legs quivering like he would fall again at any second. Harry still had to look way up at the zoroark's greater height, the fox more than two whole feet taller than the three-foot lopunny cub. The boy was led the shoulders, made to walk deeper into the grasses by the fox that had transformed him. "Where... are you taking me?" Harry squeaked, the pokeball that he still somehow had in his hand being taken away by Zoroark.

	"Just over here," the dark type whispered through a toothy grin, steering the young bunny and tossing the pokeball aside.

	They weren't far from where Zoroark wanted to go. As Harry found, the grassy plain wasn't all completely flat. They came to a place where a wall of dirt rose up in a steep hill, even taller than he stood. Harry the lopunny was pushed right into the near-vertical embankment, his chest and belly tight to the earthen hill. The cub planted his feet on the base of the steep slope, his face just able to reach over the rise to see his family's house in the distance over the grass.

	"Stay still now," Zoroark commanded, keeping one clawed hand right in the middle of the boy's back to keep him pressed tight to the wall. "You might just like this~"

	Harry held his hands up on the ridge for support, feeling Zoroark nudge his legs apart. The cub's breath sped up as he felt the other pokemon's warm breath touching down under his tail. When Zoroark leaned in, pushing his mouth and tongue right to the boy's tailhole, Harry's fingers dug into the soft soil and he let out a gasp.

	The fox ate out his prey's hole, using his pointed muzzle to spear right in between the cub's soft, furry cheeks. Zoroark grabbed a handful on each side of the bunny's butt, gently spreading him open as he slithered his tongue in through the virgin pucker. The fox lapped all up the outside rim, taking his time and casually darting the tip of his muscle right in through.

	Harry shivered all over, having never felt anything like that before. He stayed pressed to the wall even without Zoroark holding him there. Only the pressure of the fox's mouth remained on him, pushing up under his tail and into his butt, but the cub stayed in place instead of trying to get away. It felt... really good.

	Zoroark didn't hold back, letting his mouth fully cup around the bunny cub's tailhole while his tongue was lost deep inside and licking around in a swirl. The boy even leaned back into it, willingly giving his young butt to the much larger male pokemon. All this was enough to drive the fox wild, his cock throbbing and ready.

	The fox pulled his mouth back, panting at the wetness he left behind under the cub's tail. "How was that, Lopunny?"

	"It... felt really good." Harry didn't realize at first that he had been called "Lopunny" instead of "Harry". The boy was almost too busy wondering over the strangeness of it to notice Zoroark getting to his feet behind him. But when he felt the other male's touch under his tail again, he took special notice of both the fox's paws being over his shoulders.

	Harry had seen pokemon mating before. He knew what was about to happen to him. He understood exactly what was sliding slowly up into his hole. The lopunny boy gave a long drawn out squeak, his right leg lifting a little and shivering as he felt the zoroark's meat filling into him. The fox's red pillar eased in slow and steady, pushing relentlessly inch after inch until furred hip pressed tight to furred hip.

	The boy gasped and scrabbled with his hands in the dirt up by his face, but he had nowhere to go. Zoroark pinned him right to the wall, the larger pokemon's thin and strong body slamming him over and over. The dark pokemon's shaft slid in and out of Lopunny's narrow rear, having to surge in hard to cram into the tight fit. Zoroark stuffed the cub full, his long claws gripping into the boy's shoulders hard enough to make him squeak all over again.

	Lopunny looked out over the sea of grass to his house beyond. The safety of home was so close, but so far away. Tears formed in the corners of the bunny's eyes from the pounding he was taking, the loss of his virginity spreading his hole and rear tunnel open wide. He tried again to pull away, but Zoroark easily held him in place while his hips pumped like a machine.

	"Just... hold on, little cub," the fox grunted, wrapping his arms around the boy's chest and belly. "I'm... almost... there..."

	The cub was bent over a little at the waist, the shift allowing Zoroark just a little bit deeper up into him. The fox clenched down around him, driving the base of his cock without mercy up and in. Right away Lopunny felt the canine's knot start to fill inside of him, the growing bulge locking itself on the inside of his tailhole. 

	"I've got you, Lopunny... You're mine!"

	Zoroark shook all over, his hard drives into the bunny boy's ass coming to a hard end. The fox's seed gushed to fill Lopunny, his cock throbbing with each hard burst of his thick male juices. Zoroark groaned and growled, softly pounding away his hips into the cub's butt to finish off the job of breeding him.

	Lopunny panted hard, all his weight leaned into the earthen wall. "Is... it over?.."

	Zoroark sighed, working through the tail end of his climax. He braced his paws on the cub's back, pushing to squash him tight to the wall. The dark type pulled his hips back just right, forcefully weaseling his knot back out through the bunny's formerly virgin hole. The bunny gave his loudest yelp yet, but Zoroark calmly leaned over his shoulder to whisper into his ear "Now it is."

	Lopunny was allowed to pull away from Zoroark at last. The cub immediately dropped to the ground, the canine's meat sliding fully from his butt, his hands down to cover the pain under his tail. The young bunny rolled in the grass, his eyes crossed from the burning of the knot's pop of freedom.

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Sweet Ending
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	Zoroark smirked down at the boy he had inseminated. With his chest still heaving so soon after his wild and taboo sex, the fox made a crucial decision. He left Lopunny where he lay on the ground, taking the few steps back through the tall grass to find what else he had left in the dirt. Zoroark picked up the cub's pokeball and stared deep into its surface. He was ready for this.

	The dark pokemon came back to the boy, who by now was starting to sit up on his knees. He looked straight into the bunny's eyes as he clicked the button on the pokeball.

	Lopunny watched in stunned silence as Zoroark was pulled into the capture device. The pokeball dropped again to the ground, but this time it held the cub boy's first pokemon.

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Possessive Ending
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	Zoroark smirked down at the boy he had inseminated. With his chest still heaving so soon after his wild and taboo sex, the fox made a crucial decision. He left Lopunny where he lay on the ground, taking the few steps back through the tall grass to find what else he had left in the dirt. Zoroark picked up the cub's pokeball, grinning wide at his unique idea. The sex with the boy had been so good. Why let it ever end?

	Lopunny looked up just in time to see Zoroark come walking back. The other pokemon held the pokeball in his claws, and the cub knew instantly what he was going to do with it. There was no time for the boy to run. He scrambled, but the ball hit him and pulled him in.

	Zoroark watched the pokeball shake on the ground, the lopunny inside too weakened to escape the capture device. The ball clicked locked, sealing the captured pokemon within. Lopunny belonged to Zoroark now, and Zoroark would treasure his new possession.

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Consequences Ending
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	Zoroark smirked down at the boy he had inseminated. With his chest still heaving so soon after his wild and taboo sex, the fox made a crucial decision. His mouth was already watering.

	Lopunny was picked up roughly, his arms pinned to his sides. The cub boy looked up at the larger pokemon, his tear-blurred vision seeing only the oncoming rush of the fox's red maw. In a split second the bunny's face and whole head went in right over the thin canine's tongue and into his throat.

	The bunny cub struggled and fought for his life, but there could be no resisting the much stronger adult male. Lopunny cried out on the inside of Zoroark's neck, but he was only shoved in deeper and deeper as the dark type gulped around him. Everything was blackness in front of the boy's eyes now, the tight wrap of the other pokemon's throat suffocating him in heat.

	Lopunny slipped in further, the fox tipping him back and gulping him down. Belly and hips went in through the fox's jaws, the boy's kicking legs no match for the devouring gullet he was falling in through. Lopunny slammed into the inside of Zoroark's stomach, curling up in a tight ball as he was entirely swallowed.

	Zoroark let out a loud belch, releasing the air he had taken down with his dinner. He patted his clawed hands over his newly rounded gut, the bulge compacting the bunny inside down to the barest minimum of space needed to hold him. The fox smiled at his good fortune of the night, laughing out loud as he took off running on all fours back into the deep grass.