Gotta Lose Em All! Ch. 01

I usually start stories nowadays by announcing that they have no AI. This time is no different: this story was not made with any help of AI.

However, it DOES have Futa.... as well as sex between human beings and pokemon. And cheating.

The MC steals her son's significant others.

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Being a Pokemon trainer came with many caveats.

As much as society celebrated and worshipped the lapels of those trainers that managed to rise to the top, there were legions of kids, teenagers and even adults who just didn't make it. While living in a world that has no losers would be kind, the world is not willing to live without winners.

And because it is not willing to live without winners, it is eager to sacrifice as many people as it takes to get them.

Now, that makes the world sound significantly worse than it actually is. The best of trainers provide very valuable services to civilization and even just middling trainers made up the bulk and framework for things to just, well, run. Their existence provides utility. Even the "losers", those repeatedly beaten and discarded by the wayside by the winners, still found spots just waiting for them in "normal" society and there were even ladders to climb to the top that had nothing to do with being a trainer.

The very worst-case scenarios were statistically outliers.

But most of them involved Pokemon in some capacity.

Now, that isn't an aspersion; Pokemon are great. They are amazing, even. They are the best of friends, the enduring of companions and, yes, although not common by any means and rarely talked about... lovers.

Now, lest the impression that the floor of tragedy is simply having to be relegated to a job that pays for your fiscal needs and barely anything else is given, it is useful to say that being used as a climbing step by someone else was not the worst-case scenario. For a realistic look at the cost of trainers, we have to acknowledge the possibility of death.

Or worse.

As much as we would rather be otherwise, Human beings have not altogether succeeded at removing themselves from the food pyramid. And Pokemon DO eat. But "predation" takes on different meanings when it comes to criminal organizations, who might be significantly more cavalier about the worth of human life.

Or that having your life "taken" doesn't necessarily mean being killed.

Pokemon and human beings likewise are beings who fuck, after all.

Now, Gyms exist to hopefully edge the lower end of this curve into nonexistence, and the police exist to begin with to be an active fang those predators who live inside society. The fact, then, that these two exist, and will never go away, means that these dangers, however we might like to ignore them, never will either.

Being a trainer is not a safe occupation, after all.

Having said that, these are things that will never really matter to those nearing the top.

They are existence only confined to the broadly three resources that both the worst and the best trainers have to keep in mind. One, being money. Two, being time. And three, being opportunity.

The reason why so many trainers opt to go for teams of similar typing and elements comes down to that. Feeding and maintaining up to 6 Pokemon was made easier and cheaper when they were all of the same type. The sort of training that would benefit one Pokemon could benefit all if they were similar. And, quite simply, geography determined the sort of Pokemon that could be caught, to begin with. So it was that even a trainer with infinite time and money might not have much in the matter of his Pokemon.

Rebecca's son, she was proud to say, had managed to be one of these lauded trainers.

He was a 16 year old boy that she'd had with a dashing trainer that had passed through town while she was in her teens. The man, because the trainer had been someone in his 30s, hadn't even minded the "extra" meat that she was packing downstairs.

She had dedicated her life to that little gift and, at 36 years old, she couldn't be prouder of him.

"I am going to make it, Mom!" he eagerly said as he showed her a Pokeball, "I am finally going to make it!"

They were in the living room of her house, something she inherited from her own single mother, as she indulgent smiled at her son, "Did that Mankey of yours finally evolve, honey?"

"Ah, no," he said with, hmm, some guilt? "I traded him for, um, actually it might be best if I finally introduce her."

And then he let a Lopunny out.

Rebecca, at her age, didn't think of the past with any regret. Some bitches always thought that they could have been contenders if only they hadn't made "mistakes" or had better luck. Rebecca? She had long ago learned to love what she had.

Because what she had wasn't bad.

She was of average height, being 5 feet and 6 inches. She had glorious blue hair that she had shared with her son, and kept in a matronly bun. Her breasts were big, being double Ds, with small areola and inverted nipples. Her skin was creamy white, her eyes were a lighter shade of blue, and she had freckles that went throughout all of her body.

Her arms were toned from a lifetime of working, but her shoulder remained slim, and her stomach had long since regained the flatness of her youth. Her hips were wide, but nothing absurd. Her butt was toned, but not incredibly big. Aside from her tits, the biggest thing she had was well...

Her foot-long cock.

Whatever quirk of genetics led to women like her having dicks, also lead to them having very big dicks. It was not something talked about, so Rebecca had no idea how many more like her existed. And, to be honest, by this point? She didn't care. She had long ago made peace with her male appendage.

Though her watermelon-sized testicles were rather inconvenient.

Well, that's why her dress was long and modest. All just to hide these things.

But even at her age she was still a woman at the height of her sexuality, still plying the field with whatever partners she managed to get some chemistry going in her sleepy little town. She would always love the father of her child, wherever he was, but she had long since discovered that women, well, just did it for her.

And the Lopunny that came out was QUITE the woman.

Pokemon came in all shapes and sizes. That was a fact widely known. But even within the same species of Pokemon, geography and diet could make momentous and crucial differences. And here was an example: Lopunny were supposed to barely be 4 feet tall.

But this one was two inches taller than Rebecca was.

Now, iif this Lopunny had just been 5 feet and 8 inches tall, well, that would have been a bit strange but nothing to talk about. But it wasn't.

So let's get it out of the way.

Her son's Lopunny was made to be fucked.

Her breasts went beyond double Ds. They were masses of baby-feeding orbs that were bigger than Rebecca's head. She couldn't see her areolas through her brown fur, but her nipples were so huge that light brown nipples protruded like towers at the tip of her breasts.

The Lopunny's stomach had chub that was formed by big and obvious abdominal muscles, making her look decadently hard sof at the same timet. Her hips were the size of a truck, and her thighs were breathtakingly muscled.

Her snout was cute and brief, but that had nothing on her eyes.

They were gold. And they were creased with crows feet.

Because that was the second thing Rebecca noticed about this Lopunny: She was old.

"Mom?" her son prodded her, making Rebecca realize that her jaw had dropped to the floor.

"Sorry, sorry!" she excused herself, realizing that she was making a big scene.

"Kirliiia," her son's second Pokemon growled in annoyance and Rebecca realized that he had freed the rest of his team.

Even though he had been at the whole "Pokemon journey" for around 5 years, he had never gone beyond having three Pokemon in his team. He had professed many reasons for it, but the main one, so he said, was that it allowed him to vary the typing of his team, rather then forcing him to simply have them all be alike.

This Kirlia, however, was someone he caught 3 years ago.

She had grown to 4 feet and had small breasts that, well, as a Pokemon she didn't need to cover. She had noticeable hips and a rather girly way of walking that, yes, Rebecca had noticed more than once, but the girls fiery temper always kept the futa mother from looking too much.

Her skin was white, while her "hair" and feet were, purple. A divergence from the usual color of her race that ended up not translating into any advantages. But the unsubtle crush that she had on her son was certainly cute!

"Sorry Kirlia," Rebecca apologized to the little Pokemon girl and, for her troubles, received a huff.

And lastly.... there was her son's starter.

It was a Venosaur.

She had been cute as Bulbasaur, an all-around affectionate cutie that demanded cuddles from Rebecca as much from her trainer, but that had all ended the second she turned into an Ivysaur.

She'd gone from being a cutie, to being an intimidating beast with a piercing gaze. One that she retained when she turned into a hulking Venosaur.

She was 5 foot at the shoulder which, given she was a quadruped, meant that she filled her living room all on her own. She wasn't quite as large as a Mudsdale, but she was still large. The most "normal" feature about her was the fact that her breasts were in her chest.

Curiously, for the most part, plant dinosaurs like Venosaurs carried mammaries in their crotch, like many Pokemon that walked on four. But some Pokemon didn't.

It was supposed to be evidence of human ancestry somewhere back, if the gossip on the interwebs were anything to go by, but the fact remained that she had the single biggest rack that Rebecca had ever seen.

They were beachball-sized tits that barely managed to avoid being dragged on the ground. It apparently didn't get in the way of her performance in battle. Which was good, because as far as Rebecca was concerned, that was the only attractive feature she had.

Rebecca was into cute girls and human-like women. None of which Venosaur was.

She, however, didn't join her younger team member in verbally castigating Rebecca. No, she just stared at her like she always did.

"Veno," the huge grass dinosaur all but whispered as she kept staring.

"R-right!" Rebecca cleared her throat as she looked at the Lopunny again and felt the butterflies in her stomach that she hadn't felt in years. Hmmm, but those butterflies were lower than she remembered. Actually, the butterflies might not even be in her stomach.

It was, ah yes, her crotch.

"So," Rebecca said, not being able to keep herself from purring, "Who is this?"

"Lopunny," the fucking MILF of a Lopunny said with a single raised eyebrow and Rebecca's son nodded behind her.

"Yeah, this is Lopunny," he finally introduced her, "Like I said, Mankey just wasn't a good fit."

"Not like Lopunny here," he gestured at her.

"She rounds things..." and then he trailed off as he stared at her tits.

"Kirilia!" Kirlia bumped him with her shoulder, now angrily glaring at him.

"She rounds things well!" her son broke out of his hypnosis, blushing and turning away, "She, um, is high level enough that I can use for... type coverage. She knows a lot of moves, is what I am trying to say."

"No doubt," Rebecca nodded, realizing that her son must have inherited her good taste, "No doubt at all."

The more the single mother stared at the Lopunny, the more she felt herself start to sweat. The more she observed her the more she...

ARGH!

"Let me show her around, love," Rebecca tried to offer but ended up begging her son, her eyes not leaving the bombshell of a Pokemon for even a second, "Give me all of tomorrow to make her feel comfortable~"

"Um, sure?" her boy said, obviously confused that she was offering it. Oh, Rebecca had taken care of all his other Pokemon in the past. She wanted him to relax while he was at home, after all. But that had always been a wholesale thing.

This was going to be personal.

"Perfect," Rebecca said and Lopunny gave her a look.

Unlike her boy, the Pokemon knew what was up. She knew that Rebecca had been eye fucking her since she came out and she knew that her trainer didn't understand.

"Lopunny." however, Lopunny didn't mention what Rebecca was doing. No, she essentially just shrugged.

Which made Rebecca have to contain herself.

Kirlia, being an empath, looked at them suspiciously. Venosaur being... Venosaur, just kept staring at her.

But Rebecca was so barely holding on to her own control that she couldn't afford to care.

But no, no, she was a grown woman! She had to... she had to be measured about this.

It was obvious that her son had feelings for the Lopunny and that she was a vital part of his team besides. If she gave in to her horrible lusts, she would be robbing him twice. One, of his love interest and two of his team assets.

But, surely this could be forgiven of her? She had given so much to him all her life that, maybe, taking this one little thing wouldn't be so bad?

Besides, there was nothing that guaranteed that her seduction would work.

Which is why, the next day, Rebecca ended up fucking Lopunny at the side of the road.

"I am so sorry, Son!" Rebecca moaned as her huge cock made the Pokemon scream with delight, "But you are about to have a new mommy!"

She hadn't planned on it. Point in fact, she had planned on taking it easy.

First thing in the morning, she had shown up to her son's room in a dress that wasn't completely slutty in her opinion. It was a satin one piece that left a wife window open down the middle of her chest to give a sexy view into the inner part of her tits, and then spread down at the sides of her legs so that her thighs would flare. It was yellow, so that it could compliment her blue hair and eyes, and it made her look very well, which was what mattered.

Even her son blushed when he looked at her.

Once she was out of her Pokeball, even Lopunny did a double look at her as Rebecca offered her a carrot.

Well, technically, she offered her the whole plant. Not just the root, but also the flower and stem coming out of it.

"That's, um, that's a real fancy way to make Lopunny feel welcome," her son had opined once the Pokemon had gingerly grabbed the carrot and looked at it with amazement.

"It's obvious that you feel very strongly about her," Rebecca said, feeling bad even as she said it, "So I thought I'd do my utmost too."

"... thanks," her son had looked away when he said it, so he didn't see the guilt that flashed through Rebecca's face.

But whatever. This... would be the only time, yes.

Surely.

"If I may?" Rebecca offered her arm to the Lopunny.

Who looked at the carrot in her hands and then at her.

And then all but buried Rebecca's arm into the side of her breast.

"Lopunny," the old girl said with a slight smile that made Rebecca flush.

"Well then," Rebecca turned her head so that her son couldn't see it, "Let's be on our way, then."

Their house was one of many in a row that went down a hill. It was summer, so Rebecca made sure to don a wide-brimmed hat, but the heat and the sun didn't seem to bother the Lopunny any as they immediately slipped to the less traveled dirt paths going through the forest at the other side of the road.

"Did you like the flower?" Rebecca casually asked once they were out of sight of the house.

"Lopunny!" the Pokemon replied by showing it to her, sans its carrot root. She had evidently eaten it on the way here.

"I am glad I am still good at this," Rebecca smiled as the Pokemon dumped the stem and flower into her mouth and started to happily chew, "Heavens, you are beautiful."

The Lopunny gave her a knowing grin, but she still gave her a challenging look. As if she wanted Rebecca to try her worst.

"Alright, fine, since you want it that way," Rebecca slipped her hand out of the cleavage of the Lopunny and then cupped her cute face.

"It's like this," the human milf told the Pokemon milf, "I like you and I don't care that you are not a human. Quite frankly, you are superior to any woman I have ever seen."

"Now, I know I am your trainer's mother," Rebecca went on, hoping Arceus would forgive her for what she was about to profess, "But I don't care!"

"But in confessing, there is something I have to reveal. Something that you have to know about me," she told the Lopunny and grabbed her hand.

Then she brought it over to her crotch.

The Lopunny's eyes widen in shock.

"Yes, I am a woman with a cock. A 'futanari' I believe is the term," Rebecca admitted, "And I don't know if that's a deal breaker for you. Hell, I don't know if this was you just humoring me all along!"

"But if it's not, and you are not, then know that I want you." Rebecca seriously said.

"And I want you with me for the rest of our lives."

As confessions went, Rebecca had done better in the past. None of them, however, were as heartfelt. Or even offered what essentially was the closest thing to marriage that Rebecca had ever gotten to.

But the Lopunny's wasn't done being shocked and her eyes, if anything just kept growing bigger. Her mouth also gaped slightly as Rebecca had apparently gone beyond what she expected and, well, it was only right that she give the old girl a moment to respond.

"And just so we are clear, I mean sexually. As in, I want you in my bed for the rest of our-" Rebecca tried to make it completely unambiguous when she was suddenly interrupted.

The Lopunny all but jumped on top of her.

She circled her soft arms around Rebecca's neck and pulled herself into Rebecca's lips. The human single mother had kissed a couple of people during her lifetime, but nothing compared to THIS.

The Lopunny's lips were thinner than all the humans Rebecca had kissed. But they were by far the sweetest. The Lopunny's nose rubbed against her own aggressively as her tongue made Rebecca's meaty lips part and invaded her mouth. It revealed to her that the Pokemon tasted earthly, carrot-y, even as the Lopunny made Rebecca's head tilt back-

"OOPMH!" Rebbeca grunted as she spread her legs to stabilize herself.

-and almost made her fall back.

The Lopunny circled her legs around Rebecca's waist, her gorgeously muscled thighs feeling like iron on the sides of her stomach, as she finally broke their kiss.

And stared at Rebecca with undiluted arousal.

"I'll take that as a yes," Rebecca breathlessly said, taking a second to relish the feel of the Pokemon's huge breasts against her own, and the feel of her naked pussy on her stomach. She used that second to free the painfully erect cock from her panties.

And parted her dress so that it could press against the Lopunny's ass.

The rabbit Pokemon looked at Rebecca with shock one last time before Rebecca pulled her into her once more, squishing both of their tits, as her hands grabbed the wide violent curves of the Pokemon milf's waist.

And pushed her back against a tree as she tilted her hips back and aligned her cock with the Pokemon's furry snatch.

"Have you ever been a mother?" Rebecca heatedly asked. It didn't matter, of course, but the thought of having one more thing in common with this fuckhole of a Pokemon-

"Lopunny," she breathed out and Rebecca couldn't take it anymore.

"Three litters?" she gasped as she rocked her hips into a determined thrust.

The Labia of the Pokemon, unlike the lips of her face, were fully developed and embraced the human milf's cock with a sloppy kiss. They separated before the breeding tool and the Lopunny moaned out loud as Rebecca made her vagina spread for her cock.

"I am going to keep you perpetually pregnant!' Rebecca decided as the pussy rasped against her cock head as she made the Lopunny's mid-drift bloat with her cock, "Fuck, I am going to be a baaad influence for our son, and have you tattooed with all our children!"

"Lopunny!" the Lopunny screamed in eager agreement.

"Oh, you dirty bitch," Rebecca gasped as she pressed her cock as far as she could inside the Pokemon's vagina, but only advanced slowly, "You want the miscarriages too?"

With species that gave birth to litters, miscarriages were not uncommon. Make the body bear a lot of life and some of the offspring will, if only by statistical chance, not be viable. Like most morbid topics, people just didn't talk about it.

But this Lopunny seemed eager to celebrate it!

It just drove Rebecca wilder.

"I'll use up all your ova," Rebeca yelled as her glans met the Rabbit's cervix. A lot of her dick still wasn't inside and, honestly, she would have normally taken it easy. This, alone, was usually enough to get her off.

Except, this time, it wasn't.

She needed to knock up this female. Pokemon or not, human or not, Rebecca needed to make it HER BITCH!

So she drew back.

And rammed her cock into that uterine door so hard that her own mushroom head hurt.

"L-LoPUN!" The Pokemon shuttered as if Rebecca had just pinched her clit.

So she rammed her meaty human cock in AGAIN, relishing the feeling of the cervix expanding for her but not quite giving in. This blow didn't hurt as much.

"LOPUN!" but it made her new baby mama groan as much as the first.

"Let me IN!" Rebecca kissed her Pokewife down her neck, administering a blow with every kiss. Every time she rammed her meat pole into her, the pain she felt was less and less, and the cervix gave way more and more.

To Lopunny's credit, her cervix held for 5 kisses.

"YES!" Rebecca screamed with delight as she broke the barrier that separated the Pokemon's uterus from her human dick and managed to wedge her mushroom head just inside the womb.

Her hips crashed against the Lopunny's copious ass, and crotch grounded against crotch. The neck of her cock head wedged in just passed the shattered cervix and expanded into the baby room.

Then Rebecca pulled it out with a sucking noise.

And fucked her womb again.

No words, except growls, came from the lips of both milfs then. Rebecca fucked her new Pokewife into submission, until her body knew to what woman it belonged to, until she could all but feel the Lopunny's ovaries release multiple ova into her womb. And that's when she could not stop it anymore.

"Get pregnant!" The blue-haired milf screamed as her watermelon-sized testicles CLENCHED, and released a torrent of fertile futa seed into the Poke-womb.

Billions of virile feminine sperm cells flooded the womb of the wrong species and swarmed the lapine egg cells. DNA of human and Lopunny kind mixed.

And fertilized.

But neither human or Pokemon knew this.

The Lopunny's stomach swelled with semen and separated them against their will, But still, Rebecca pumped her jizz into her. The smell of Pokemon vaginal juices mixed with human futa swill, and made a strange and new sort of sex smell.

But it was delicious all the same due to its novelty.

They had no idea if Rebecca had impregnated the Lopunny, but, in truth, it didn't matter.

"I mean what I said," Rebecca confessed to the Lopunny as they cuddled together by the side of the infrequently traveled dirt road, "I want you to be my... wife, I guess."

"Lopunny," the Pokemon milf nustled her snout against Rebecca's hair.

"I know that's not really a thing," Rebecca sighed, "But we can at least live like one, you know?"

"This is probably not rare, I bet."

Happy as they were, satisfied as they were, neither noticed a pair of baleful eyes looking at them.

The next day, they revealed their betrayal to Rebecca's son.

"Son, we have news for you," Rebecca nervously licked her lips as she walked into her son's room, hand in hand with the Lopunny.

"Um, ok?" he looked at the clasped hands with sheer confusion, "Why are you walking hand in hand like that? Is that a girl friendship thing?"

"You could say that," Rebecca giggled, and the Lopunny joined her with her own pearly chuckles.

"... what is it?" Ron frowned, getting an inkling that something was wrong for the first time.

"Me and Lopunny are together now." his mother told him with a guilty smile.

"Come again?" he begged.

"Me and Lopunny got to know each other and, well, I want to make her your new mother," Rebecca flushed as she admitted, "Well, your second one, besides me."

"We just got here the day before yesterday!" He choked.

"Lo, Lopunny," the beautiful Pokemon woman that he had gone through so much trouble, that he had always admired, embarrassedly said.

"Really? 'I am sorry', that's it?" Ron spat and was about to say more before he took a deep breath.

And forced himself to be calm.

"... I'll still be going to the Championship," he grunted, willing himself to be emotionless, "But I don't think I'll win with just Kirlia and Venosaur."

"Lopunny," the Pokemilf said, crestfallen.

"It's not your-" Ron took another breath, "It's not your fault. I just got you, you know? And I... if you are happy with Mom, then I guess I wish you the best."

"Ron-" Rebecca began to say.

"Don't," but her son stopped her, "T-this is a lot to take in."

"Do you mind giving me some space?"

And with that, Rebecca wordlessly walked out of his room.

"Lopunny," her new pokewife rubbed her snout against her shoulder and let go of her hand.

"Well, if you think you'll be able to help, by all means," Rebecca allowed as the Lopunny opened the door again and went to talk with her now-ex trainer.

Later that night, she dumped her ass into her bed straight out of the shower. This would be the first night with her new lifelong partner and, after the sex they'd just had, she decided they didn't need to fuck for it. Just cuddling and getting to know each other was nice.

But if she WAS open for another go, well, she could keep trying to get her fat with Rebecca's own litter.

The door creaked open.

"Oh, darling, take a seat," Rebecca happily said as she moved to pull out a bottle, "I've got some wine here."

"Kirlia," but a higher pitched voice of a much younger Pokemon froze her.

Instead of her pokewife, it was her son's Kirlia climbing into the bed. Angrily crawling over the sheets.

Coming to glare daggers at Rebecca, matching eye to eye.

The Pokemon incidentally made the towel slip out of Rebecca's frame and exposed her naked body to the air. Just being exposed to a cute thing like her, made Rebecca's cock get erect. Not that the Kirlia noticed as she got close enough to kiss.

"Kir, kir KIRLIA!" she all but screamed at her, demanding an explanation for what her crush's mother had done to him.

But naked as she was, as ready to fuck as she was, Rebecca couldn't help but notice that Kirlia, like all Pokemon, were always naked.

And how tender her tits looked.

And how pretty her lips were.

"You don't want to have this conversation," Rebecca got out and informed her.

"Kirlia, Kirlia!" but the psychic Pokemon wouldn't have it.

All as her foot-long cock rose behind the Kirlia's ass.