A day like any other concludes routinely. Right on schedule, a Lopunny puts her sons and daughters to bed, bidding them good night. She glows, backlit by moonlight peering through the clouds and into the warm, comfy burrow. "Sweet dreams, cutiepies!" she says, her children scattered around the room, blanketing the floor with fluff. 

"Good night, mom," you and your siblings respond in tandem, watching as she turns around and exits from view. Her hand is the last part of her to leave, waving goodbye before disappearing. What a wonderful mother she is, doing her best to raise a baker’s dozen of Buneary. Though, you can’t say she’s the best mother you’ve had. She’d be the second, the one responsible for raising you in this life, but not the previous. 

After waking up from the crash and gathering your bearings, you had to see if any of your brothers and sisters shared your unique qualities. Fortunately or unfortunately, you were alone in your peculiarities. The reason? You weren’t always a Buneary. You used to be a human, but now you’re not, and the only thing you have left of your previous life would be your memories. It was an Earth shattering experience, finding yourself hatched from a strange egg in a stranger place with an even stranger body, but you couldn’t complain. A second chance at life? How could you say no?

You can’t say having knowledge of this second chance is always a good thing, however. Gifted as you may seem for a juvenile Pokémon, not all of your past knowledge has made itself useful. For starters, knowing what it’s like to be a human male doesn’t bode well for experiencing life as a female rabbit. Especially not when you’d gotten so used to masturbating before bed. 

Put simply–you cannot fall asleep without jerking off, and now you have nothing to jerk. 

So here you are, lying flat against the ground alongside your sleepy siblings, mentally stroking your phantom erection. Alas, it does not–and never will–work. Good thing the others have yet to reach their rebellious teen phase where it’s cool to stay up past bedtime, otherwise you’d be in trouble for what you’re about to do.

You idly grope the fluffy skirt growing out of your waist, enjoying the calming process of picking knots out of your own fur. And you thought hair care was tedious. 

Eventually, thoughts stray downward from your waist, between those stubby legs and tiny feet of yours. You don’t need to be capable of seeing it to know you’ve got a snatch down there, just as you don’t need to touch it to know that it’s wet. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at first–you thought you were sick or even wounded–but you’ve gotten used to it by now. That doesn’t mean you enjoy it. Or rather, you'd hate to admit that you do. 

If Arceus gifted you even the smallest mercy, it was your arms being just long enough to reach your own crotch. If he cursed you, it was probably the lack of dexterous fingers. 

Ohh, there it is. It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for, though it’s always lower than you expect. A blush fills your soft, furred face. What sort of degenerate touches herself in front of her own kin? You, it seems. You can’t get enough of this feeling, the heat keeps rising but the room never gets hotter. That warm wetness; it's so very, very strange. Nothing gets bigger or harder, your breathing just hastens slightly from your lust. 

It’s difficult to get off without any material–something that went deeply underappreciated during your time as a human–so you think back to the times you’ve done this before. 

Your first time, mom was teaching everyone how to swim in a local stream. You found a spot by a rock where you were halfway submerged and the water current was strongest. At first you sat there quietly, finding it relaxing. You didn’t even notice the pink fog filling your brain, your eyes fluttering, lips letting saliva drip down your chin. Right when you came to realize what was happening, your body and mind were wracked with your first girly orgasm. The way you lost control for a second, like you were hit with a Thunderbolt… You shudder, remembering the sensation. Your crotch fur is soaked, and so is your paw. You recall everyone turned to look at you when you squealed in surprise and pleasure. You felt so embarrassed, but they thought you just slipped and got startled. 

That recollection of events is replayed in your head a couple times and your legs start to twitch every few seconds. Onto the next.

You finally gave in and decided to give the playground a shot. It’d been a long time since you were within the age bracket that dictated it was socially acceptable to run around there. It couldn’t hurt, right?

The drop looked a lot bigger as a one-foot-tall bunny, so it was only natural that you wrapped your legs around the fireman’s pole as tight as you could while you slid down. You weren’t expecting the electric sensation that ensued, sliding your bare privates all the way to the bottom. Heart skipping a couple beats from the surprise, you slowly stepped away and collapsed in the grass, thinking about what had just transpired.

Back in the present, you let out a cute, breathy "ah..!" as the memory adds fuel to your flame. Those tiny lungs of yours are working hard to provide enough oxygen to your brain to keep you lucid through the growing adrenaline. You’re lucky no one heard that.

One more, you think. One more will push you over the edge, and then you can finally get some rest.

Being the adult man you… no longer are, you thought waiting for lunchtime was beneath you. You knew all about nutrition, you were smart enough to make your own decisions, so sneaking into the pantry was an easy choice. Climbing the mountain of berries to get the one you wanted? Less easy.

After tumbling down to the bottom of the pile with a squeak, you rubbed your sore behind and looked down, spotting a bunch of nanab berries between both your feet. Those curved, crescent-shaped fruits had kicked your dirty mind into overdrive. Was it really that wrong to let loose a bit intentionally for once after doing it accidentally so many times? It’s not like it was all that new–you WERE a human male (in spirit), after all. 

So you poked and prodded the tip of the banana-like fruit around your entrance, more in experiment than anything truly sexual, but being the little bun you were and still are, self-control proved difficult and that tip ended up a little farther inside you than you anticipated. You can’t imagine you got the phallic produce any more than an inch into your pussy before you stained the ground with your own juices. 

Your little fluffy butt’s tail was twitching frantically just like it is now. You know what that means.

Those rabbit teeth of yours cease chewing on your lip as your tongue lolls out of your mouth and the fog completely takes over your mind. It starts small, but before long, a tidal orgasm rolls through you and crashes down with a splash, your feet squish both your paws against your crotch, locking you into the intimate feeling of delicate appendages rubbing yourself to climax. You cum, hard, and by the end of it, all that’s left of you is a hot mess of fluid-stained fur. 

What was this, your seventh time? Number eight? Who cares, you’ll just end up losing track eventually. 

Your breathing eventually returns to normal, allowing you to sustain yourself on shallow breaths. Both paws flop onto your soft belly where they feel like anchors dragging you deeper into the pit of sleep. You’re finally tired enough to rest for the night. 

Your last thoughts before drifting off are about the being of light who gave you this second chance. Did it really think you had some great potential which warranted this? Who knows. 

All you can hope for is that some strange entity hasn’t been watching this or reading your thoughts. But hey, what can you do?

...Other than join your brothers and sisters in sleep, that is. Though, that does sound quite appealing. Oh well. It can’t be helped. Life is full of surprises.