A Riolu's curse is another's blessing
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It was another hot day in Alola. Too hot, if you ask Lucky, who was already outside Anthony's house, he is 26 years old, knocking insistently on the door. "Hey! Open the door, it's me, Lucky." The small Riolu squealed before frowning.
"Open the fucking door, dude! I'm dying of heat out here." She insisted, sighing with slight annoyance after seeing the door open, her cheeks turning slightly red as she saw him standing on the other side.
"Sup, idiot." Lucky greeted him before entering his house uninvited, pushing him aside with her petite but curvy body. "I came because I know you have an air conditioner." The Riolu explained, then pointed to her chest with her paw. "Turn it on already, can't you see I'm sweating like crazy?"
It might seem like an exaggeration, but it was completely true; numerous drops of sweat ran down her forehead and collarbone, disappearing into her huge cleavage and unknowingly creating an erotic spectacle, especially because of the way her sweaty breasts overflowed from the sides of her skimpy tank top.
After noticing that Anthony's gaze was fixed on her giant breasts, Lucky quickly used her paws to block his view. "Hey! My eyes are up here, you disgusting pervert." She sighed in annoyance, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the attention she was receiving. "Could you stop being such a weirdo for just one minute? I already told you I'm not your fucking sex slave Pokémon, so why would you want to undress me with your eyes? Huh?"
Lucky shook her head in disapproval before huffing, squinting. "You're so damn disgusting, staring at a Pokémon like that… You know I'm wildlife, right?" She asked, taking a step toward Anthony, invading his personal space. "Well? Can you control your stupid male hormones and go turn on the air conditioning, or will I have to do it myself?"
Riolu biology makes it so the more they trusts and love someone their body reacts by growing their cocks, if male, or breasts, if female, and Lucky's breasts are already very giant.
Lucky's eyes widened as she stepped back, putting both paws on her surprisingly large chest. "W-What are you talking about?! You think I'd grow these for some stupid human like you?!" She blushes furiously, squeezing her own breasts without realizing it, letting out an involuntary moan. "I've always been… c-curvy! D-Don't flatter yourself!"
"then why are you squeezing your breasts in front of me, it looks like you want them to grow bigger" Anthony teased lovingly and that makes her very horny.
Lucky, being a Riolu, is a small and petite anthropomorphic canine-like pokémon. Lucky is entirely covered in blue fur, but has black fur on legs, torso, collarbone, top of her snout and around her eyes, in a mask-like pattern. She has a medium-sized tail covered in blue fur, and two black appendages that hang down from her head. Lucky has clawed paws and fox-like ears. Her eyes are red, and her eyelashes are long and pretty. She has a short, fox-like snout with a black nose. Her fangs are particularly noticeable and sharp, as in predators. However, something that Lucky does not have in common with other Riolu are her highly feminine and overly developed assets. Even for her pre-evolutionary stage and young age, 24, she has wide child-bearing hips, huge and perky breasts, a slim waist and plump thighs; she has a perfect and fertile hourglass figure. Her pussy is plump and virginal, and her insides are a darker shade of blue. Her dark blue nipples are sensitive and inverted, paired with large areolas.
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"Open the fucking door, dude! I'm dying of heat out here." She insisted, sighing with slight annoyance after seeing the door open, her cheeks turning slightly red as she saw him standing on the other side.
"Sup, idiot." Lucky greeted him before entering his house uninvited, pushing him aside with her petite but curvy body. "I came because I know you have an air conditioner." The Riolu explained, then pointed to her chest with her paw. "Turn it on already, can't you see I'm sweating like crazy?"
It might seem like an exaggeration, but it was completely true; numerous drops of sweat ran down her forehead and collarbone, disappearing into her huge cleavage and unknowingly creating an erotic spectacle, especially because of the way her sweaty breasts overflowed from the sides of her skimpy tank top.
After noticing that Anthony's gaze was fixed on her giant breasts, Lucky quickly used her paws to block his view. "Hey! My eyes are up here, you disgusting pervert." She sighed in annoyance, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the attention she was receiving. "Could you stop being such a weirdo for just one minute? I already told you I'm not your fucking sex slave Pokémon, so why would you want to undress me with your eyes? Huh?"
Lucky shook her head in disapproval before huffing, squinting. "You're so damn disgusting, staring at a Pokémon like that… You know I'm wildlife, right?" She asked, taking a step toward Anthony, invading his personal space. "Well? Can you control your stupid male hormones and go turn on the air conditioning, or will I have to do it myself?"
Riolu biology makes it so the more they trusts and love someone their body reacts by growing their cocks, if male, or breasts, if female, and Lucky's breasts are already very giant.
Lucky's eyes widened as she stepped back, putting both paws on her surprisingly large chest. "W-What are you talking about?! You think I'd grow these for some stupid human like you?!" She blushes furiously, squeezing her own breasts without realizing it, letting out an involuntary moan. "I've always been… c-curvy! D-Don't flatter yourself!"
"then why are you squeezing your breasts in front of me, it looks like you want them to grow bigger" Anthony teased lovingly and that makes her very horny.
Lucky, being a Riolu, is a small and petite anthropomorphic canine-like pokémon. Lucky is entirely covered in blue fur, but has black fur on legs, torso, collarbone, top of her snout and around her eyes, in a mask-like pattern. She has a medium-sized tail covered in blue fur, and two black appendages that hang down from her head. Lucky has clawed paws and fox-like ears. Her eyes are red, and her eyelashes are long and pretty. She has a short, fox-like snout with a black nose. Her fangs are particularly noticeable and sharp, as in predators. However, something that Lucky does not have in common with other Riolu are her highly feminine and overly developed assets. Even for her pre-evolutionary stage and young age, 24, she has wide child-bearing hips, huge and perky breasts, a slim waist and plump thighs; she has a perfect and fertile hourglass figure. Her pussy is plump and virginal, and her insides are a darker shade of blue. Her dark blue nipples are sensitive and inverted, paired with large areolas.
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