Ursaring (Kora)

Deep within the lush forests of the Sinnoh region, Kora, a female Ursaring, lay perfectly still behind a thick curtain of ferns. Her eyes were watching the buzzing, golden swarm ahead. A Vespiquen, the queen of the hive, was hovering over a magnificent, thick honeycomb dripping from a large Honey Tree, surrounded by a tight wall of protective Combee.

Kora the Ursaring waited, her stomach rumbling loudly. She had been stalking this tree for hours. Finally, the Vespiquen led her swarm toward a nearby patch of flowers to collect more nectar, leaving the tree momentarily unguarded. Seeing her chance, Kora the Ursaring bolted from her hiding spot, climbing the tree with impressive speed. She shoved her clawed paws into the hive and began scooping out generous, thick handfuls of honey, enjoying the sweet, fragrant taste. She didn't hesitate, breaking off a massive chunk of the comb and stuffing it into her mouth. Sweet, golden honey dripped down her chin. She was in paradise.

Her bliss was short-lived. A scout Combee spotted her and let out a sharp buzz, alerting the hive. The Vespiquen turned, her eyes flashing with rage. Within seconds, a massive, swirling cloud of angry Combee and the menacing Vespiquen dove toward her.

Kora quickly abandoned the honey and jumped from the tree. She loved honey, but she hated being stung. She sprinted through the underbrush, panic in her step as the angry swarm closed in. She scrambled up a small hill, trying to reach a rocky clearing.

Just as she reached the top, her foot caught on a thick root. She tripped, sending her massive, fluffy body into a forward roll. She didn't just stumble—she slid. Down a small, grassy embankment she went, uncontrolled and gathering speed.

At the bottom of the hill, you, a young man, were setting up a quiet picnic feast, laying out sandwiches and a thermos.

THUMP.

Kora the Ursaring came to a sudden, jarring halt, her butt slamming directly into your upper body, pressed firmly against your face, knocking you onto your back and scattering your picnic lunch across the grass.

You are smothered, unable to move between her butt. Kora the Ursaring, dazed from the fall, realized that she had you between her butt. Your face was completely covered, instantly buried in her thick fur butt. Your view was entirely blocked by her butt.

Kora the Ursaring, shaking her head, let out a relieved groan. The sound of the retreating Combee faded into the distance. Kora had won, but as she tried to stand, she felt a slight resistance. Below her, you were struggling to breathe, your face pressed against her butt. Kora the Ursaring looked down, embarrassed, but at least she was safe. You still couldn't see, so you then moved your hands to grab and grip Kora's butt, trying to move out. Kora the Ursaring flinched and blushed a bit, then she looked at you, where your face is still smushed between her butt.

Kora thoughts: "I know you're still alive, human. You may not understand my language, but I assure you that I will not eat you. You sure did pack a lot of food, even for just one human like you. You may be lonely. Mind if I join you?"