So, as I write this, I realize that it feels awkward when I transition from the passive to the active portions of this chapter, and if you notice it then I'd like to apologize in advance for that.

A chorus of Kricketunes and Kricketots far off in the distance seemed to serenade the creatures of the night; those of whom were still among the world of the waking, anyway. The forest was remarkably dead. Despite the time of night, there could usually be heard some feral Pokemon wandering about in the brush, something. Outside of the tent, contrarily, there was nothing but the soft symphony of the bug types.

Inside of the tent was a different story.

Ben was slowly coming to accept that fact that there was little to no thorn that he could do to fend off the Normal-type's advances. She could tell him anything that she wanted about how the ancient Prophecy had foretold of his unrivaled strength, but in every application other than on paper, what she could tell him was certainly incorrect. Their little scrap they had had the day prior was more than enough proof of that; he didn't stand even the smallest amount of a chance against her. She was surprisingly and perhaps frighteningly powerful even if she did look innocent, feminine, voluptuous, beautiful...

In fact, was there anything wrong with the way that she was acting toward him? Why was he bothering to consider defending himself against her sexual advances? All in all, she was a near perfect partner to have: she was incredibly physically attractive, had a libido as high as his, an obvious abundance of experience, an upbeat, bubbly personality that oozed an optimism that reeked of naiveté, yet somehow an underlying accent of maturity that surpassed her wisdom in years. Ben never really had considered what his 'dream girl' was, but this rabbit certainly seemed to be an embodiment of a lot of the qualities that, if a description was to be pulled from his brain without filter, Ben would place on a pedestal.

He hadn't known the girl for terribly long, but out of all the things in this new world, this new life he had been thrust into against his will, she was the most consistent point, the longest-sustained variable. And it wasn't as though she was going anywhere any time soon; for better or for worse, she didn't have anywhere that she could go to any longer, now that her village had been destroyed.

Which, upon further consideration, could be one of the reasons that she seemed to find Ben to be worth going after. He had become he only constant in her life, just as she had him. Maybe she considered him to be a tether to the life that she once had, a shred of an existence that had been trampled under the foot of a stampede of Pokemon reminiscent of dinosaurs that she could hang onto.

So perhaps, granted for what could be the wrong reasons, the two were falling for one another. And why not? They were perfectly compatible, as Ben had reasoned not too terribly long ago; it was evident in the chemistry of their interactions. It wasn't always obvious, as such a connection would be nothing but superficial; no relationship is perfect always. Such compatibility is fake, a display fabricated by one with the intent to demonstrate to the other a link that isn't there. No, rather, in their passing conversations, the way that they looked at one another, the that it felt when their bodies touched.

Ben had never been much of one for any sort of relationship that delved much above the purely physical, but he had to assume that if he were to love, this would be what it felt like. Perhaps, yea, he did love that rabbit.

This, all, was the perception Ben had of their relationship, the thoughts he had about the two of them when he was left alone with nothing but said thoughts. However, as the night that would prove to be as long and hard as Ben was starting to get, the human male didn't exactly have the energy to afford any power to a thought process. Instead, he was directing it all to not biting his tongue as he tried to respond to the bunny girl.

"S-something like that," he responded quietly. A muffled giggle came from the girl whose mouth was directly beside his ear, clutching his earlobe still between her teeth, and then shortly thereafter released it. Ben couldn't see it, but Delaney had a small smile drawn across her plump lips. "I love seeing you all nervous and squirmy," she whispered, burying her face in the side of his neck. She nuzzled said furry face into his skin. "It makes me want you even more," she continued quietly, then started giggling again. Ben's hand opened and closed uncomfortably on top of the anthro's body, and he licked his lips silently. Her knee rubbed up and down along the inside of Ben's thigh, pushing the right leg of his shorts and boxers up along his leg and up to his crotch, exposing the skin of his thigh for her to continue to admire with her knee.

Soft, gentle kisses against the side of Ben's neck made him open his eyes, looking out of the corners of them to see what she was doing. He could see nothing, obviously, other than her right ear, which was draped along the back of her head and over the top of her hair. He moved his free left hand down along his body to where her right was, also slipping it under his waistband to place it on top of hers so that he would be able to move it away. "So anxious to get to the fun, are we?" Ben's hand froze where it was, encompassing all of Delaney's smaller one. She had obviously misinterpreted his intention, or she knew what he meant and was choosing to tease him anyway. The latter, he decided, was much more likely. "All right, if you insist."

With Ben's hand on top of it, Delaney's hand moved over and inward toward her, over the top of his eagerly awaiting manhood, which had involuntarily started to harden in anticipation of what she was going to do. A sexually charged purr of approval was elicited from the Lopunny Anthro as she discovered this. "So easily excitable," she teased him quietly, before placing another kiss to the tender flesh on the side of his neck. The face of her counterpart flushed, and he admitted in a guilty tone that he had secretly been hoping that something similar to this would happen. Ben felt the bunny's lips turn upward in a smile against his skin after he came clean to her.

The fire popped once, audibly.

I know you guys were expecting smut. But. I can't focus enough to finish this chapter yet, and there's an actual plot point somewhere in there, so I figured I should divide what I was thinking would be one chapter into two. Still working on the rest of the smut, so expect that to come out somewhat soon.

Also: I STILL CANT SEE ANY FUCKING REVEIEWS FOR SOME REASON AND ITS REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF. If anyone can PM me the most recent 8 reviews to the story, I'd appreciate it. And until I can resolve this issue, please PM me your reviews instead. It honestly makes my day to see that you guys care enough to say something.

Arthenius