The night was silent apart from the soft pattering of rain on the waterproof tent. Miles made camp just off the trail. The small shelter felt cozy, the warm glow of lamplight a comfortable respite from the cold night.

Miles rotated the Poké Ball in his hands, watching the light glint off its smooth surface.

His arms were sore and his legs cramped from a long hike through the woods. The day had been good with a few hard-fought battles and a couple of newly caught Pokémon. He lay back in the warm sleeping bag, the constant sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of the tent.

Holding the Poké Ball in front of him, he wondered of Lopunny waiting inside. She all the time offered warm comfort after days like this.

Lopunny reminded him how far they’d come. Miles wondered back to his days starting out. His adventure had begun when he’d found her in a pile of leaves in the forest near Pallet Town. He’d been sneaking away from home to explore the world outside his quaint town. One day, while he’d been wandering aimlessly, a pair of wide glistening had stared up at him. Immediately he’d felt a strong and protective bond with her.

In the early days they’d walk gigantic distances, exploring the world and enjoying their new freedom. In the evenings, after long and tiring hikes, Buneary would perch on his chest. He’d watch as her weightless body slowly rose and fell as he’d breathed. She’d nuzzle into his chest, her cute nose twitching as he napped, her soothe bell clutched in a small paw. A strong bond had developed over the years they’d adventured together.

He thumbed at the button at the front of the Poké Ball, his eyes focused and expression concentrated.

Since her evolution, however, his feelings for Lopunny had grown complicated.

He pictured her, recalling their battle earlier that afternoon, the image filling his mind. Her slender legs were long and graceful as she stood confidently. Her plump butt, round and tensed as she launched attack after attack. His commands had been delayed, distracted by his unexpected arousal.

After she’d won, she’d strode back to him confidently. His eyes had lingered on her lithe waist before being drawn up to her breasts, bouncing slightly as she walked. He swore she’d given a smirk before he’d averted his gaze to the ground. As she’d stood next to him he felt her softly caress his hand as it retrieved her Poké Ball.

Something had stirred within him. He could almost feel his pulse beating in his veins. He’d clicked the Poké Ball and breathed a sigh of relief as she disappeared in a flash.

Now, his hand trembled slightly. He squeezed the Poké Ball hard, trying to will away the thoughts. He’d promised himself not to think about them anymore. He shook his head dismissively. So many days on the road, away from other people, his frustrated horniness confusing him.

He clicked the button to the Poké Ball and with a flash of light she appeared, kneeling in the cramped tent. She chirped, happy to see him.

Relieved at the familiar reaction, he smiled back. “Come on, you” he said gently, “Lets get some rest”

Lopunny trilled, smiling at him.

He lay back, unzipping his sleeping bag he gestured for her to join him. She lay next to him and snuggled against him. They curled up together, side by side body warmth shared between them. Miles’ arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close as they spooned. It was quiet, the rain a constant drum. Miles felt his eyelids become heavy, their breathing continuing in unison. He slowly drifted to sleep.

Then, he felt it.

Her ass began to press softly against his crotch. His eyes opened. Did he imagine it?

Then again. Her ass pushed against him, firmer this time, her intent clear. There was no mistaking it for an accident now. His heart began beating quickly.

Lopunny pulled away briefly, her tail twitching quickly against his now hardening cock.

He tried to steady his breath. Gathering his thoughts.

Before he could though, he felt her again. She pushed backwards, slowly and rhythmically, grinding her firm ass against him as he swelled. Miles closed his eyes. Unsure what to do.

Playing asleep would only work for so long he wondered. Soon his stiff cock would be pressing firmly into soft fur of her rear.

Her flicked, teasing his shaft through his pants. He could feel the heat emanating from between her clenched thighs.

His resolve weakened. After all, he wasn’t gonna get any sleep like this.

His hand traced up her inner thigh. He slid his fingers slowly and deliberately, the soft fur tickling his finger tips. Her head spun to look at him, her eyes wide with lust.

His attention returned to Lopunnys pert ass. He leaned in, kissing her on the neck.

Tracing his fingers upwards, her fur became warm and wet. Her pussy was slick and open, welcoming him. He lifted up slightly, sliding his middle finger into her tight hole. He held, feeling her grip his digit. He slowly drew it in and out. She trilled happily, moving her hips slightly.

Miles stopped. She was too loud and he knew that the sound of a Lopunny in heat would draw unwanted attention. He gently removed his hand and moved to straddle her.

He softly caressed her cheek and brought his other hand, slick with her juices, to her mouth. Her lips parted, she began lapping softly at his hand. His mind reeled. This was wrong, so very wrong.

He released her neck as she took his fingers into her mouth, sucking greedily at them. With his free hand he reached for his open backpack. She sucked hard at his fingers, her tongue swirling around their tips. Fishing around he found the item he was looking for.

It jingled softly as he held it in front of him.

He inserted the small metallic bell into her waiting mouth. Her jaw clamped shut reflexively, the noise muffled by the metal in her mouth. He looped the pink ribbon around her head and fastened it with a bow. Her eyes looked up at him, willing and expectant.

Moving positions again, he laid next to her. His hand drew slowly down her body. Two fingers circled delicately at her clit.

He studied her now, lust in her eyes, the soothe bell now a perverted instrument, her spit dribbling from it.

She pushed her hips forwards, trying to force his hand inside. A few more rubs and she was rewarded with his thick fingers sliding into her. A muffled moan.

His fingers began to move rapidly.

She whimpered with pleasure, her legs trembling. The bell clicked, unable to chime, with each heaving intake of breath. Her pleading eyes silently begging him.

Miles kept it up, his thrusting fingers bringing her to climax. She began to cum, her shaking legs pinning his own to the ground. All at once and bucking hard, she came, grunting loudly, her back arching.

Her gagged mouth prevented her from making any noise, her face contorted as she spasmed. Her pussy clenched his fingers, milking at them.

When she finally settled, he withdrew his hand.

“Good girl” he leaned in and whispered, kissing her cheek. She nuzzled at him, as his hand withdrew.

He took her by the hips and rolled her over. He pulled his pants off as he gripped her tail, pulling her towards him. taking his erection in hand he lined it up with her slit.

It was the most erotic thing he’d ever done. It was wrong, immoral even but he couldn’t deny himself this moment.

He pushed forward and it slid smoothly into her body.

Her heard the click of the silenced soothe bell followed by a muffled moan. This was far better than he expected, his cock was buried within her. He began to thrust. He fucked her, carefully and deliberate at first, but began building speed unable to withstand the tight grip of her pussy enveloping his cock. Her head hung, the fur of her slender back wet with sweat.

Her head rose and back arched, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Then her small paws reached behind her, gripping his ass tightly, pulling him deeper with each thrust.

He continued his assault, his hands grasping her sides, pulling her close to him.

Soon, he was pounding rhythmically away at her tight pussy. She was moaning louder, her breath coming shorter and quicker. As his pace found a steady rhythm, the bell in her mouth clicked, she gripped his butt firmly, pulling him deeper.

Her ass then began to bounce against him as she began to take over the momentum. She quickened as her pussy milked at his cock. Her pace rose to an inhuman speed, jackhammering her pussy against him. Her ass a blur as he watched his cock. Her pussy squeezing at him, pulling at him with each sharp thrust.

“Oh fuck.” he grunted.

He gripped at her ears, pulling her head back as the assault on his dick continued. His breathing quickened and his muscles tensed. He felt his balls tighten.

“I’m- I-m- c- c-cum-ing”

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock erupted deep inside her. Spurt after spurt jetted into her womb, filling it. Her pace relented and her hips slowed to steady rocking.

He collapsed, rolling away and panting heavily. Him thick cum spilled from her as he pulled away.

As they laid together he breathed heavily. Gently, he untied the ribbon and removed the bell from her muzzle, tossing it apart.

She wiped at her face with a paw and looked lovingly at him.

He smiled, and pulled her into him. Her head nuzzled again into his chest.

Slowly they drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.