Buneary has everything she needs. Her own little hill out in the snowfields. Her tree. Her burrow. Roots and tasty cliff greens. Fresh water from the river.
She's capable enough to take on any pest or rival who'd get the wrong idea.
It's good to be this strong.
That is, until an unusual forest dweller shows up to turn her world upside down.
(Contains Lopunny/Adult Buneary and Lopunny/Lopunny.)
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I have some ideas for potential follow-ups if this gets a good reaction.
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