Light feet moved across the wooden floor, making sure the planks didn’t creak and alert those close by. The owner of these feet had a reason to be quieter than a library. They had been a thief, not stealing valuable goods or info of great power within the right hands, but something rather unique. They were walking towards what they considered their safe zone, only to freeze like a deer in headlights, as the sound of much louder footsteps entered their ears, soon seeing the owner of those feet coming down the stairs. Before they appeared, the thief placed their hands in their pockets, hiding what they stole, before whoever came down the stairs could see it.

Michelle looked at them from atop the landing. The grey-furred mouse wore little, only a lilac-coloured towel that just hid her private chest and crotch. She was accompanied by a Pikachu, the electric rodent also looked at whoever they surprised.

“Oh, hey Cinnamon,” Michelle greeted the figure, happy to see one of her other Pokémon walking around. 

Cinnamon was a Raboot; a fire-type rabbit Pokémon that Michelle had caught whilst travelling through Galar. The trainer had caught him when he was just a Scorbunny, but since they returned, he had evolved into the aloof-looking bunny, which hid its mouth with a peculiar collar made of fur.  

Cinnamon greeted his trainer with a short squeak. He was worried when he first crossed eyes with her, but now was calm, knowing they weren’t asking about his larceny.

“Me and Biscuit were heading to the hot spring,” Michelle said, having explained why she wore a towel, instead of her regular trainer get-up. “Would you like to come? I don’t believe he’d mind,” She asked whilst looking down at the titular Pikachu, who respond positively with a simple “Pika,”

Cinnamon shook his head in reluctant refusal. Whilst spending time with his trainer and fellow partner in the relaxing warmth of the hot spring, he had other plans, ones which Michelle may punish him for.

“Oh… that’s alright, I get if you’re busy, most of the others are,” The trainer replied, seeming not too fussed by his declining of her offer. “Could you just move? We need to head out that way,” She asked, seeing how the Raboot blocked the way to the front door. He followed their command, allowing the two mice to take the last few steps and head towards the door. The Raboot let out a quiet sigh as he watched the front door open, the two ready to walk down to the hot spring. This left him with the perfect to head to his safe zone and-

“Um, Cinnamon. One more thing,” Those words were like she had just pointed a gun at him, the Raboot turned to face his trainer once again. “I don’t think you’d know, but have you seen my panties anywhere?” Michelle’s question caused a bead of sweat to drip down his fur and yellow nose to twitch in embarrassment. “Just that I think I’ve been misplacing them as of late. Like I swore I placed them on top of the laundry basket when I went to the shower, but they vanished when I exited it. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that.” Michelle added, much to the Raboot’s dismay as he might know more than a bit about that.

Despite the building pressure, Cinnamon shook his head once again, lying about their connection to the case of missing underwear.

“If you say so. See you in a bit, Cinnamon,” Michelle waved him goodbye, as she walked out of the house with her electric companion, and closed the door behind her.

The fire rabbit pokémon took a much louder sigh, relieved that his trainer was none the wiser to the heinous acts he had performed. It made him realize that enough was enough, he had to straighten up and fix what he had done, starting with returning what he had stolen. He walked up the stairs and onto the landing of the second floor, they made sure no one would catch what they were about to do, being stealthy as a thief before heading into Michelle’s room.

Michelle’s room was tidy, with her bed all made up and clothes folded and resting on the dresser. Cinnamon looked out the window parallel to the door, there he saw his trainer and Biscuit. He watched on for a bit, seeing Michelle let the towel and enter the naturally heated water, alongside Biscuit who leapt in, making a splash which soaked her fur. Cinnamon wished he could join, he could later on (he already knew they wouldn’t mind the company), but first, he had a job to do. He jumped onto the dresser, using his foot to kick open the top drawer. 

Inside the drawer was neatly folded underwear that belonged to the mouse. They were all of the same horizontal striped pattern, just in different colours. Cinnamon then took out what he had stolen, another pair of her panties. They were a cute pink and white colour, this pair being the one she had worn the day before, the same pair Michelle mentioned placing on the laundry basket before having a shower yesterday. 

Ever since he had evolved, Cinnamon was dealing with peculiar urges. He had felt hornier than he did when he was a Scorbunny, usually entering an aroused state once per day. He knew asking Michelle for help was always an option. Michelle was an amazing trainer, eager to help out her pokémon, especially if it was in a poképhillic manner. Cinnamon could fondly recall the first time with her: When he got on top of her and mounted them, using their Scorbunny speed to bring each other to a quick and amazing orgasm, his warm seed dripping out of her well-pounded puss. But since he was a Raboot, Michelle tended to be busy, either out on errands or helping out her other Pokémon. Masturbation was still an option for the bunny, but it hadn’t felt the same since evolution and being close to his trainer. Something about her flower’s scent drove them wild.

So whenever he got the chance, the Raboot pinched his trainer’s panties when possible. Either from the laundry basket or wherever she threw them when she was changing into a fresh pair. All to assist with his immense horniness, and push him over the edge of orgasm. Yet deep down, Cinnamon knew it was wrong, stealing their used panties, just to please himself, and the moment Michelle asked him about it was the best time to stop.

He dropped that underwear into the drawer, hoping Michelle would believe she had put a used pair of underwear back into her dresser by accident. He was about to shut it, but as he prepared to, the Raboot’s red eyes locked onto the clothes Michelle had just doffed. On top of the pile of clothes was another pair of panties, a pair she had worn for half the day, the flagrant scent of it was potent, despite the short amount of time she had worn it for. Cinnamon’s nose twitched and mouth watered as the scent tried to intrude his nose and sight entice him closer; but he shook his head, blocking the seduction attempt. Part of him wanted to just straight up huff em right then and there, the other mentally slapped that sex-obsessed part of his mind, but they soon reasoned with one another, coming to the conclusion: Just once more wouldn’t hurt, right?

So without further delay, Cinnamon picked up that already-worn, female underwear and jumped off the dresser, kicking the drawer shut in the process (and making a bit of noise he hoped no one would notice). He thought of dashing back to where he slept, but instead, he hopped onto the bed; in this scenario, he thought it is better to be caught at the scene of the crime, rather than be seen fleeing it. On Michelle’s bed were her signature square spectacles and black-wool beanie. He knelt right in front of those articles of headwear, he couldn’t wait any longer, so with almost no hesitation, he bought her panties to his nose.

That familiar, fantastic scent entered his nostrils willingly. He emitted a  depraved, silent (or quiet as he could’ve been) moan as he gave into temptation. His tapering phallus emerged from its groinal hiding place, already at half-mast from a single sniff. It was easily made fully erect thanks to their dominant paw stroking it with feral lust, his other keeping her panties close to his nose. To say Cinnamon was addicted was an understatement, ever since he lost his virginity to their trainer, her scent had imprinted itself into their brain, explaining how passionate and wild his masturbation was. His paw upped its pace to match how much he sniffed at those undies. His length throbbed with great intensity, heralding how close they were to fire their load. 

And fire he did. The lop-eared rabbit Pokémon busted his load onto the pristine bed of the mouse. His fire-type cum shot half a few inches into the sky, before landing right on her bedsheet glasses and beanie. Cleaning that mess will be of high priority for him, especially the stains on the sheets and hat.

Cinnamon fell back, resting against the pillows in post-orgasmic bliss, his grip on those panties still strong. He needed that more than he thought. He was going to miss this feeling, but at least it went out with a bang, and no one would be none the wiser of his antics…

“Enjoyed yourself, Cinna?” A voice asked the recently-spent rabbit. Cinnamon knew this voice rather well, he looked towards the doorframe to Michelle’s room, seeing a Lopunny who looked at him with a smirk, having just caught the Raboot in the act.

“C-Caramel!” Cinnamon sprung up in surprise. He hid those panties behind his back, in a futile attempt to keep his depraved secret a secret still. “W-What’re you doing here?”

Caramel was much like Cinnamon. Both were red-eyed, lop-eared rabbit Pokémon, but the Lopunny had been around much longer than the Raboot. He was Michelle’s second pokémon, the trainer having raised him since he was a Buneary. One other thing they shared in common was the large lagomorph libido their species had, which made them beasts in bed.

“Well, I live here first of all” Caramel began to explain, walking towards the bed and sitting on the edge. “And I saw you sneaking into Michelle’s room whilst she’s out spending time with Biscuit. Guessing you couldn’t hold back your urges for these,” He revealed another pair of their trainer’s underwear, a pair that Cinnamon had taken a week ago. The Raboot could tell it was the same pair, seeing how it was that unique Pikachu-themed one. 

Seeing how the jig was up, Cinnamon showed the pair he had just jerked off to, it was pointless to hide them any longer. “How long did you know about this?” 

“Since I saw you sniffing a pair you picked up from the shower floor. Then I saw you hop back to your bed” Caramel answered the fellow rabbit. He saw the Raboot’s expression go from surprise to glum, due to his answer. He watched Cinnamon look down at the underwear his trainer took off only a few minutes ago. The normal type put his hand on the fire type’s shoulder. “Relax, I’m not gonna tell Michelle,”

“R-Really?” Cinnamon looked up to Caramel, who reassured him with a smile.

“Yup. Y’know Cinna, I was a bit like you, Though I got insanely affectionate with her, and I sort of become a sex freak,”  Caramel laughed at the self-exposing comment, and it was half-true today, he had learnt to tone it down (Michelle didn’t mind though). “But I did find a way to get over all that strong lust I kept getting. I could show you what I mean?” Caramel explained to and offered Cinnamon. The Raboot looked down at his crotch, his cock hadn’t gone down at all. 

“If you don’t mind,” Cinnamon accepted whatever the Lopunny recommended, unsure what to expect…

Cinnamon had the inkling it would be sexual in manner, but he didn’t expect to have his paws tied with a thin piece of rope Caramel had kept on him. The Lopunny had positioned the fellow Pokémon on his knees, with rabbit rump in the air, and petite anus beneath his grey cottontail.

“D-Do I really need my hands tied for this?” He asked, watching Caramel rummage through Michelle’s nightstand.

“Not exactly,” Caramel asked. There wasn’t any reason as to why he had bound the other male’s hands, it might have been a kinky itch, one that a little rope bondage would sufficiently scratch. He got back on the bed with what he was searching for: a small plastic bottle of lubricant. “Think of it as punishment for me catching you~” The Lopunny teased as he flicked the cap off the bottle, squeezing the opaque goo onto the Raboot’s hole.

“So can you-Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Cinnamon was about to bite back at Caramel’s comment, but the cold shock of the lube on his untouched ass caused him to moan. “T-That’s cold!” He stated the obvious, looking angrily at the other rabbit, watching him squirt some lube onto his hand, which he rubbed onto his large shaft.

“It always is, don’t worry, it’ll warm up soon,” The Lopunny told him as he got his cock fully lubed, ready to help out his friend. “I hope you’re ready for this,” Caramel aligned his cock with their hole. “Because, I don’t go soft~”  That warning gave Cinnamon little time to chicken out, the tip of Caramel’s cock penetrated his hole.

Cinnamon already accepted that he’d be losing his anal virginity here. He was told by Caramel that it was thanks to another of Michelle’s pokémon that he could keep his libido in control. He knew it would hurt as well, just unsure how much. The lubricant had dulled a fair share of the pain, yet Cinnamon still grit his teeth as his hole was stretched for the first time in his life.

“You alright?” Caramel asked. And despite the pain, Cinnamon nodded. “Good, I’m going to start thrusting then~” 

That was when it started feeling good. Caramel’s thrusting was fast and feral, much like when Cinnamon fucked Michelle for the first time. Though it took a bit of time to get used to, Cinnamon started to love it, not realizing how good it felt to be on the receiving end. His own cock began to throb in tandem with Caramel’s thrusts.

“O-Oh Arce-mmph!” Cinnamon was about to moan out loud, only to be gagged with something that had a familiar scent. It was the panties he had cummed to a while back! Caramel had picked them up, using them as a makeshift gag on that horny bunny.

“Can’t have you making too much noise~,” Caramel told him, hearing them emit muffled moans as the Raboot was now lost in the euphoria of the moment. With physical pleasure at the back and that amazing smell assaulting his nose in the front, it wasn’t a surprise he’d begun leaking pre onto their trainer’s sheets once again. Caramel lifted Cinnamon’s torso up, bringing his head against his. He used a finger to tease their sensitive shaft, watching in awe as that caused a large firing of precum to almost hit the already-stained beanie.

“So, better than sniffing panties, huh?” He asked, knowing well his friend couldn’t answer, only mumble and moan. Caramel could tell Cinnamon was close, he knew watching him cum would be a spectacle. So he started to ram that Raboot’s virgin rump with more force, wanting to cum alongside him. Caramel started to quietly moan, knowing how to control his sexual volume much better than the one he was fucking.

“Mmmph!” The normal type heard the fire type moan as he shut his eyes, streaks of warm goo launching from their warm length. Caramel had done it, he had caused his friend to have his first orgasm from being fucked. He watched and chuckled as some cum landed on one of the lenses of Michelle’s glasses (maybe he’d have him use their tongue to clean up that mess, as punishment for doing it twice in a row. But that was his kinky side speak) 

“Ahhh, get ready Cinna. Because I’m about to-” It was too late for him to warn the Raboot. His cum flooded the inside of their anus, ropes and ropes of pure white virile liquid now filled Cinnamon. He couldn’t explain how odd of a feeling it was, this being the first cream filling he’d had, but he couldn’t lie, felt nice.

After emptying his sack into that booty. Caramel pulled out, eying the first creampie Cinnamon received. Their legs felt incredibly weak after such a passionate pounding. The Lopunny lay beside the Raboot. Through post-orgasmic panting, he removed the ‘gag’ from his maw, seeing how his saliva had stained it.

“So…how’d it feel?” Caramel was curious to see how his friend felt being a bottom. He watched him take a few breaths before their red eyes locked with their own.

“M-Much better than panties~” Cinnamon belatedly answered a question Caramel asked him. He looked forward to when they could do this again, maybe next time, he’d have the opportunity to top…

Michelle would still wonder why her underwear had been going missing, but for now, that thought was on the back burner. What was a relaxing time in the hot spring on her property had become rather wet and wild. She rested her upper body on a short bench at the edge of the spring, Biscuit had mounted her, an erotic form of ‘revenge’ for being splashed by the mouse earlier on. They both knew their soak had of ending sexually, and they loved it when it did.