[ON HOLD] [BOOK 3 - Female Yandere Lopunny] 'Til Death Do Us Part

Part 3 | My Lovely Self

Weeks have passed and it's been nothing but a tiresome grind. Contrary to the life you lived previously before this one, you have been dabbling in the career of a Pokémon Trainer, slowly but surely getting your Buneary to pick off smaller foes.

You had this idea. Making sure she changed for the better meant you couldn't redo life's events exactly as they had happened before. Everything must be different. Thankfully, you noticed that a number of things had changed naturally: the words your mother spoke, the weather, even just simple things like some facial expressions Buneary wore. It seemed like a good starting plan to try allowing her the luxury of letting off any steam or malicious intent on innocent Pokémon near the forest.

But you weren't sure this was enough. Every day was an endurance test. Just how much anxiety could you take on a daily basis to the point where you'd spiral into insanity? How much longer could you go on severely worried about what you're doing and how you're doing it to make sure Buneary changes for the greater good?

You look over at the bunny. She's become acquainted with your bedroom and finds it rather easy to call this place home. She swipes her little paws over toys and stuffed animals you bought for her recently, enamored by their childish charm.

"Feeling okay?" you ask. "You battled a lot today." Buneary looks away from her toys and toward you, her eyes lighting up as usual when she stares your way.

"Bun!" A happy cry.

"I'll take that as a yes." You crack a smile at her adorable self and reach to pick her up. She yips blissfully as she is hoisted into your arms, and once comfortable, she cuddles close to you, her forehead pressed gently on your chin.

You don't expect her to lift her head a moment later and start planting kisses on your face. They're not animal kisses either -- not like how a dog would lick you or a rodent might give you love nibbles. She gives you actual kisses, ones you'd receive from a human.

Again and again she smooches your face. You don't know whether to enjoy it or fear it -- she shouldn't know what human kisses are.

"Alright, you lovebird, cool it," you chuckle and try inching your face away from her lips but much to your surprise, Buneary's paws take hold of your cheeks and pull you in closer so that she can continue kissing you.

With every little peck she whispers her name. "Bun... bun-bun..."

On the surface, it doesn't look like much. Your Pokémon is just showing you love and affection for you having taken care of it for so long. Not to mention you saved her life. So surely it's just an act of tender adoration.

Wrong.

The problem with this is, she shouldn't be this attached. She shouldn't know how humans give kisses. She should give kisses like any normal Pokémon would. This scares you. Questions start pumping into your head, the answers too far gone to even consider as possibilities.

You just stare at your Buneary as she kisses you all over; your cheeks, your chin, your forehead. Soon, you feel yourself come under her irresistable charm. Your heart squeezes, squealing with the same adorable aggression you felt for her in your previous life. You're starting to forget your doubts about her.

You give in. You laugh and return some of the smooches, touching her fluffy forehead with your lips. Engrossed in this mutual affection, Buneary giggles.

"You asked for this," you say after kissing her a second time on the cheek. "Here comes the... tickle monster!"

Buneary gasps and then is immediately thrown into a giggling frenzy when you start tickling her sides. She squirms and wriggles in your arms, her face heating up. You laugh along with her; you just can't help it.

"Take that, you little rascal!"

She laughs until she's crying. You laugh with her until your face hurts. This moment... it washes away your fear, your anxiety. You want to bask in these times with her forever. You stop tickling her and lay back on the bed, holding her close to your chest like you're hugging a teddy bear.

"I missed you," you whisper, though she won't know what you mean by that. Buneary's just too focused on loving you to even care.

She crawls atop your body until she's able to look down straight at your face. When you look up at her, all you see is a passionate obsession. She can't stop smiling, can't stop that blush from glowing on her cheeks. If she didn't know any better, she might start licking her lips like a predator staring down their tasty prey.

The moment you close your eyes to have a moment of thought to yourself, you don't expect to feel Buneary start tickling you back. But it doesn't tickkle at all really. In fact, you have to ask yourself if she's even trying. You smile, your eyes still shut.

"Nice try," you say. "I'm not very ticklish."

Buneary stops. The room is quiet.

You open your eyes... and your mouth drops open.

She wasn't tickling you. She was changing form.

Your mouth goes agape as you stare into Lopunny's soft pink eyes. The two of you remain this way for a while, lying on each other comfortably in a silence that is somehow not finding itself to be awkward.

"You... evolved."

There is not much else to be said. Lopunny knows well she caught you off caught and revels in the look of shock on your face. With a giggle, she presses her lips to your cheek again and wraps her long arms around you.

... you're silent.