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Chapter 4

The walk down the stairs was smoother on her shoulders. There was a lot less shifting about that had to be done. Once Janza opened up the door though, Brian had to hold a hand over his eyes and squint. It was bright outside. Together, they moved outside the doorway and into a warmer climate with a light breeze that tasted of salt and something else. It wasn't a smell Brian was familiar with, but it reminded him of the smell of water at the start of a rain.

His vision quickly adjusted and he lowered his hand carefully. Directly in front of him was a dirt part of some kind that ran into the distance, where a horizontal line of blue awaited. An ocean or lake of some kind he surmised. Around the path were more of the same lush green plants that he had seen near the Immigration building. His eyes traveled downwards from the horizon and noticed that near his current position, the ground seemed rockier, with knuckles of rock poking out of the soft earth here and there. Curious, he turned around to look at the house he had spent part of the day in.

Behind him was a marvel of engineering, or at least he could only think so. Janza's home had been built into the side of a cliff that stretched upwards a few miles. Either naturally or by some kind of construction, the hill had been dissected with a sharp "V" cut, opening up its innards and spilling them around the countryside. The cliff was formed by the drop-off from the top of the hill to the vertical wall where the house had been constructed. In fact, it was like a giant had taken his hands and scooped out a portion of the entire hill like a slice of pie, but left the crust around the edges. Well, a bigger giant, he thought ironically. The sides of the hill that sloped downward still reached around the cut to gently come down to meet the path. It formed a giant bowl. And the house was the juicy center of the pie. He tried to imagine the audacity of the builder, but could only shake his head in amazement.

"It is a bit impressive, isn't it," Janza interrupted his reverie.

"All this," Brian began, his voice trailing off. "It was built for you?"

She nodded, a slight smug tone sliding up from somewhere inside her, "It took me years to get here, but I love my little retreat. It gives me the seclusion and peace that I want so I can truly enjoy the time with my guests." The tone disappeared easily, "After all, sweetie, you wouldn't want to deal with the hustle and bustle of the city, would you? All those big feet walking around, you would have to be really careful about where they stepped."

She began to walk forward as Brian imagined that many large feet of varying size stepping here and there. Janza's word choice sent a slight shiver down his spine as he considered an aspect of the culture here that he hadn't before. He would have to be careful about where -they- stepped, not vice-versa.

"Does that happen often, Janza," Brian inquired while clinging to his 'seatbelt'.

"In the city? Sometimes. It's unfortunate, but it's just a part of the dangers of living in the sprawling urban areas. Out here? It's never happened."

"I'm...I'm glad you live out here then." Janza stepped outside of the protective embrace of the hill and started down the path towards the beach. Brian glanced back at the 'bowl' shaped enclosure that Janza lived in. He doubted he could scale any of the walls in there, so the path was his only route in or out.

"Honey," Janza sweetly began, "Did you want to get down and actually walk yourself or did you want me to keep on going?"

"Oh! Walking would actually be kind of nice. But do you mind going slower for me so I can, you know, keep up?"

She already had a paw at her shoulder, "I don't mind at all, Brian."

He slipped his legs out of the loop and carefully stood. While her shoulders were very large, he could still feel her clavicle shifting under his feet. Throw in the fur and skin that his shifting weight somewhat sank into and it made it a challenge to move onto her waiting palm. Thankfully, she seemed ready for him and tried to stand as still as possible. He half-jumped, half-fell forward onto her paw. She kneeled slowly and lowered him to the path. With a slight tilt of her hand, he slid off onto the dirt on his feet. A small puff of dust rose into the air where his shoes touched the ground.

His curious mind unable to contain itself, he reached down and picked up a handful of the dirt. He shifted his fingers to sift the earth through his open hand. It was soft and crumbly, not just flowing through his hand like sand through an hourglass.

"It's...loam," he marveled.

Janza, still kneeling next to him, asked, "Is that important?"

"Not really, but it's no different from some of the soil back on my planet. I don't know why, but perhaps I expected there to be something foreign about everything here in some way. But this...it's the same." He brushed his hand off on his pants and wondered at the similarity of things. "Anyways, we should probably get going," he concluded. "I have a feeling this is going to take some time to get to the beach."

His sponsor merely nodded and stood. Brian watched her do it, completely enthralled by her size, shape, and movements. "Lead the way, dear," she offered with one paw slightly extended.

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It took a little bit of adjusting on both their parts and quite a few laughs until they settled at a pace that wasn't too awkward. Brian maintained a light jog while Janza leisurely strolled. For Brian, each step she took shook the earth, but it wasn't so bad that he was falling over. He could feel the tremors, but that was really it. She walked on the right edge of the path and he kept to the left.

After only ten minutes of jogging and watching the grass rustle under the wind, Brian began to slowly sneak looks back over at his ursine sponsor. Each time she placed her foot down onto the path, a transparent cloud of dust lifted around it. She would slowly shift her weight as she prepared to take another step. It was strangely fascinating. Her paws were very human-like, albeit with pads and fur in-between. She sometimes would wiggle her toes, sending a small wave of claws lifting and then descending in perfect unison. He imagined it was like feeling the sand between ones toes, but with dirt instead. And they were just so dang big too. He was certain he could fit in the space between her toe pads and her paw pad, though it probably wouldn't be too comfortable with all that weight pressing down on either side of him.

He caught himself wondering what that would even feel like and he quickly cleared his thoughts. It was just too odd. He tried to focus on his breathing and the landscape. The ocean was starting to fill the horizon, but it still was a ways off. His lungs had started to burn, but he kept his rhythm of movement going. He needed something else to focus on to take his mind off of the pain. Once again, his eyes shifted to Janza. He probably shouldn't stare, partly due to the fact that it wasn't conducive to good breathing form or an open airway and partly because it was rude. Then again, he mentally made the excuse that it was okay to stare here.

She happened to glance down at him and catch his stare. He tried to look away, embarrassed, but she spoke up, pulling his eyes back up to hers. "Are you tired, Brian? We can take a break." Her eyes were like refreshing pools of blue and each blink seemed to cause them to bat her eyelashes at him.

"I'm okay," he spoke up between breaths. "We're getting close, right?"

The bear pursed her lips, gave a small 'Mmm-hmm' and nodded. "Only a little bit further," she added.

"Excuse me, Janza," Brian began. "But I was wondering..."

"What is it sweetie," she asked, with a slight smile. That smile almost encouraged him to ask even the silliest of questions and it would be alright with her.

"Why aren't there more paths around here? I mean, the Immigration place only had one path and your house only has one path. Or only one that I've seen. There has to be more pathways, right?"

Janza gave a small chuckle, proving that she wasn't even puffing hard on this walk. In contrast, Brian had to take some deep breaths after his long question so he could keep jogging.

"Of course there are more paths, Brian. I like the quiet of the countryside and the wide-open space on every side of me. I know you didn't see it, but if you went around the hill that the house was built into and kept going for about ten minutes..." She paused and looked down at him, "Maybe longer for you, dear. But there's a lake that hardly anyone ever goes to or uses. I can go out there to sit and just relax and enjoy the slow pace of life. But once we get to the beach, you'll see other paths lead to the beach too. We're just a little bit away from any interruptions or distractions."

"Yeah," Brian wheezed. "That makes sense."

"Don't worry though, I'll make sure you have plenty of time to see all the sights. Make sure you take them in very carefully."

Again, there was that tone. Brian glanced up at Janza and found her watching him carefully, almost thoughtfully. He felt very confused about what it was she wanted or what he should be doing. On one hand, he knew that staring was a compliment. True, he wasn't outright staring at Janza, but he definitely admired her body. At the same time, he also knew that she was just so much bigger than him and the very physical differences that gave him such wonderful views also limited any interaction between the two of them. So should he stare, he wondered. Worse yet, he wasn't sure if she knew he was stealing looks and she was trying to encourage him to 'admit' in their way that he thought she was beautiful.

He shook his head, feeling a headache coming on. Though he admitted it could also be due to the fact that he had been jogging for almost half-an-hour straight, more than he'd ever done before. The blue horizon was now close enough that he could see a few structures on the beach and the white wake of waves beating against the sand. They would be there soon. He glanced behind him and saw the hill in the distance, just a tiny bump on the horizon. Even though his logical mind knew that distance created a perspective of something appearing or disappearing on the horizon, he still marveled at some of the simplest wonders. A formula or information on paper was one thing. Experiencing it was an entirely different thing, something he hadn't had many opportunities to do.

"Do the people of Tor walk everywhere, Janza," Brian questioned, his inquisitive mind grinding away at all the details of the world around him.

Janza nodded absentmindedly, "It's easy to get around. We have paths going everywhere and if you know where you're going, you don't even have to stay on the paths."

"Wouldn't there be a faster way of getting around though?"

Janza suddenly stopped, causing him to slow down and take a much-needed break. She planted a hand on her right hip and leaned over to talk to him, "Oh, sweetie... We're not in that much of a rush to get places that we can't take the time to walk. And if it's important? You just leave that much earlier rather than try to get anywhere faster."

"I...guess," he managed to stutter out. He had been wrong about her top. The left shoulder was covered and cut across to her right midriff, leaving her right breast with less coverage than the left. Amazingly, as she leaned over like that, he could see the fuzzy breast fat begin to slide out of the top. It was like watching syrup slide off the side of a pancake. It flowed out casually. Brian could not tear his eyes away, torn between his own inner desire to see it completely flop out and his curiosity to see if the shirt would somehow hold it in place.

Janza said something, but Brian only heard background noise. The fluidity had slowed down, but there was a patch slowly becoming exposed that didn't have that warm brown fur. It was a dark shade of pink and seemed to be like the sun peeking over the horizon. Her areola was slowly sliding out of her shirt. Brian's mouth felt very dry and his lungs felt surprisingly empty, despite his deep breaths. In fact, he felt surprisingly frozen despite time marching onward around him. Then he saw it. A very large and round bump had appeared in the front of the fabric, blatantly moving along the white spiral clouds towards the edge. He couldn't exactly judge the nipples exact size, but it had to be just a little bit smaller than he was.

"Brian, are you alright?" Janza leaned a little bit further, bringing her face closer to him.

The bump had reached the very edge of where shirt covered. The line of revealed and covered. There was a large quarter-circle of areola now showing and Brian was sure his face had to be red. He was also sure that he was sporting a full-blown erection in his pants. What he didn't know was whether his bear sponsor would be able to spot it or not.

"I'm...I'm fine. Just a little...um... Janza. Your..." The words. They were half-caught in his throat, all jumbled up in his mind and trying to escape all at once while some part of him clung to them desperately, trying to hold them in.

Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, "My what, Brian?" She scooted even closer. Brought the majestic sight seemingly within reach despite it hovering at least fifteen feet away. His world was narrowing to a point and it still was just behind that last line of whatever cloth that shirt was. Yet the shirt didn't show the nipple, holding the precious cargo just out of sight along with the rest of her right breast.

Brian closed his eyes and forced himself to breath before he forced the words out, "Your beautiful breast is about to fall out!" He hadn't meant to add any descriptive words, but they had tumbled out all on their own.

Janza didn't seem to notice or mind. "Now that wasn't too hard, was it," she bubbled happily.

Brian opened his eyes, "You're not mad?"

Janza shook her head and crouched down, causing her back to straighten upwards a little. Her breast began to slowly fill the shirt back up. "Of course I'm not mad, Brian. You've been staring at me all day."

Brian began to protest, "That's no-"

"Ah-ah," tutted his sponsor. "You know it and I know it. From the moment you laid eyes on me, you've barely kept your eyes off certain parts of me. I may be big, but I do pay attention, sweetie. I was worried I might have to do something drastic to get you to break-down and get comfortable. It's okay to stare, to comment, or to admire. I thought they taught that as part of the class they give at Immigration?"

"Well, they do, but..."

"But you still weren't sure," she finished for him with a warm laugh. "I don't know how females are like where you come from, but here? I love it when you stare. It makes me feel all gooey and warm inside. But when you turn away when I notice it? That makes me feel like maybe there's something wrong that you're just not telling me. I don't think that's the case though, since you keep doing it. And I know you think I'm sexy judging by all the times you've gotten a hard penis."

Brian suddenly felt like he wanted to die right where he stood. She had noticed. Of course she had noticed, he mentally chided himself. It was pretty obvious. "I'm so sor-"

Janza held a paw up and looked away from him for a moment, "No." She turned her head back, "Don't apologize for something natural. Don't apologize for something that makes me feel wonderful, knowing I can do that to you. Because that cheapens it."

Absentmindedly, Brian took note that her breast was now fully back into her shirt.

She continued, "If you think I look good, I want you to stare away. I want you to tell me how you feel and how I make you feel without worry of repercussion, sweetie."

"I...I can try."

She nodded, content with that answer, "It's going to take time to get comfortable, I understand that. But I'll take it slowly with you. We'll take these steps together, okay?"

He nodded, feeling like his dignity had been shattered, but he could pick up the pieces and put it back together with her, "Alright. Just be patient with me."

She cautioned him, "I'll try, but I'm a pretty forward gal when I want to be. Especially when I know what I can make you feel." She gave a wicked leer in his face, teeth and all. "Now, do you want me to pop my beautiful breast out here and now so you can see all of it? Or would you prefer to wait?"

Brian looked down and stammered, "I think... I think I'll hold off. Just for now."

She nodded, satisfied, "Alright then." She stood up and dusted herself off a little. "I'm ready to keep walking whenever you are, honey."

"I'm ready," he quickly replied, but felt that some of the red in his face was draining. He took a deep breath and started jogging again.

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The beach was magnificent. To Brian, it was almost like an unspoiled paradise. In the interest of full disclosure, he had to admit he had never been to a beach during the summer, but he had seen plenty of pictures and clips of them on television. There were no trash cans with seagulls pecking at the scraps hanging out of them. There were no noisy tourists filling the beach with towels and umbrellas. There was only serenity. He suddenly felt an affinity for Robinson Crusoe.

The path melded onto the sand in only a minute, quickly slowing his jog down to a walk. The sand wasn't bigger, though he had no idea why he thought it might be. He had for a moment entertained a vision of giant pieces of quartz that would be like sand to Janza, but he might fall in-between. It was ridiculous though. It was exactly what he might have expected from any beach back on Earth. He even reached down to scoop some of it up and feel it run off the sides of his palm.

Janza had taken only a few steps onto the beach, each paw leaving a massive crater, and sat herself down. Brian had to work to keep up, his legs not used to the feeling of sinking as he tried to move forward.

He laughed as he finally caught up to her, "You almost lost me there."

She didn't respond at first. She had placed her paws back on either side of her hips and now stared off at the horizon. "Listen," she whispered to him.

He took a few deep breaths and did as she asked. And he heard it. It had been there the whole time, since they had first came up on the beach, but somehow, Brian's mind had placed it as a background sound. The water moving onto the shore in slow waves and then pulling back into the ocean made a constant sound. He carefully slid his feet out and sat down next to Janza as the sound of his own heartbeat slowed to a resting pace. It was the first time he had ever heard real waves. In a few moments, the peaceful sound made Brian feel like his entire body and spirit were slowly unwinding and relaxing. Each time a wave was spent, its reach fully extended, Brian felt like some part of his old life was being pulled back into the ocean and washed away with the water.

"This is..." He began to try and find a word to describe everything, but he suddenly felt like words fell utterly short.

"Magnificent," Janza finished as she turned to look at him for the first time since they had arrived at the beach.

Brian turned to look at her face, the muzzle, ears, and fur all seeming so very natural. He turned to look at the blue light blue waters that turned darker further out, "Yes, it is. All of it."

"You know," she began, slowly sliding herself from the sitting position outwards. "I believe that tanning in the nude is a very healthy thing to do sometimes." She finally laid herself out, propping her upper body up on one elbow and leaving her legs together.

Brian quickly felt the red filtering back as he coughed, "Um, I have no idea if that's true or not. I am sure I could see the benefits of it though." He turned to look at her and found a lot of cloth and flesh resting on the sand only a stone's throw away. He wanted to look away and keep on blushing, but he forced himself to keep looking despite how embarrassed he felt. It just felt awkward being so close to her and aware of all her sexuality. And he had to admit that there was a lot of it.

She smiled at him, her whole face lighting up, "There you are. One step at a time, sweetie. So do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?"

There was a sly hint of mischief in her question, so he was careful in his response, "Only if we get to switch off."

Her free hand came around and she placed a finger over her lips and pondered, "I suppose I could agree to that, but only if you promise to answer each questions without any inhibitions. What do you say, hun?"

He gracefully swept a bow, "I suppose I can concede that point, seeing as you have the upper paw, both figuratively and literally."

The explosion of giggles that came out of Janza was so natural that she had to roll away from him as she shook with mirth. The space she left was a huge imprint of her body in the sand with a mound on each edge. It looked like a meteorite of some odd shape had hit the sand and created multiple craters. Even after spending the morning and part of the afternoon with Janza, the enormity of space she filled still boggled his mind. He wondered how many kilograms she weighed. He also realized that this was a question he should never actually ask aloud.

After a few moments, the bear rolled back and refilled that depression in the sand. She seemed to have regained control over herself once more, "I didn't realize that humor was something you indulged in, Brian. I haven't laughed like that since I was a cub."

He wasn't sure it had been all that funny, but he supposed it did have some amusing value. He decided to try another, "I'm glad to entertain. I'll be here all week."

Janza only nodded, "And for two weeks after that."

He decided that inadvertent humor was better than none, "So who gets to start?"

"I do, of course. I like getting to know you better, and we've got nothing but time out here. So what did you first notice about me?"

That was an easy one and didn't require any embarrassment at all, "You mean aside from your height, Janza? I would say your eyes."

"My...my eyes," she seemed slightly taken aback by his answer judging by the way her eyes widened.

He nodded, "When you came through the door and leaned down, your blue eyes kinda sparkled in the early morning light."

She was quiet, her eyes blinking furiously, before she whispered softly, "Thank you. That's a wonderful compliment, Brian."

"Well, it was probably hard to tell because I didn't stare at them. There was just so much of you to see and take in at first."

She nodded quietly, her lips pursed, "It's your turn, honey."

He considered what would be a good question to ask her. As always, his mind went through a list of things he wanted to know and he arrived at a question that felt important though it held no scientific value. "Um...is there...do you have a guy that you, um...well, that you like?"

"Brian, I think you have missed something important about Tor's culture, sweetie."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm going to guess your question is directed towards whether or not I have a single individual that I am mated to, correct?" Brian nodded. "I don't want to ruin any illusions you have of me, Brian, but I've slept with multiple mates before. Not all at once, of course, but I'm not a sweet and innocent woman. I have a need and over the years, men have filled it."

"So do you not get married here?"

The bear looked at him, confused, "What's...married?"

"It's when two individuals mate for life."

She smiled, "We have that, but maybe not the same as you're thinking, dear. Even when two are mated for life, they usually still sleep with others. They just always come back to the one that is theirs."

Brian wondered how that would work itself out, but decided he might find out one day. "That just sounds like a lot of work."

Janza reached out and carefully placed a claw on his shoulder, "I think that being with just one mate for the rest of your life sounds like more work. At least with other mates, you get a break sometimes and get something fresh. Then you can come back to the one you love for the reasons you love them. Do you see?"

"Somewhat," he answered honestly.

"From what I've seen and experienced, Brian, you're a very smart man. Think about this: if you spend all your time with one mate, won't you eventually get on someone's nerves? You can only deal with the same so much before it becomes boring and that would take all the enjoyment out of a relationship, correct?"

Some part of Brian saw the logic instantly. It was a very well formulated point. At the same time, some part of him felt like there was a flaw in there somewhere, but he couldn't quite pin it down as anything more than a feeling. "That does make some sense, Janza."

"Good," she nodded with pleasure. "And to answer your actual question... No. I don't have anyone in my life that I'm mating with currently. There's one that I'm interested in, but he's just a potential. Plus I don't know how long he'll be around for."

Brian felt a sudden lump in his throat, "Oh. That's good to hear." It sounded lame, even to him. Of course she had someone she was interested in. Just because he had come along didn't change her life. He wondered if he would meet the guy while he was with her.

"You're adorable," she interrupted his dark thoughts.

"Wh...why do you say that?"

"I think you'll figure it out eventually, sweetie. My turn. While we were walking, I noticed you were starting at my feet for a while. Do they get you horny?"

Brian felt his jaw drop. If it was possible, it would hit the sand and rest there. "I...I...I..." He was trying to speak, but it was just stammering that was coming out. He had stared, but that didn't mean that he thought they were hot... Unless...? He suddenly wasn't certain if he had gotten an erection while staring at her paws.

"Well," she demanded.

"I don't know," he gave up weakly. "But I don't think so."

"Hmm, interesting." Her eyes narrowed slightly as they focused on Brian with such intensity that he began to take an involuntary step backwards. They blinked once and suddenly the stare was gone and her normal delighted attitude radiated off her face. "I think you need to be punished." She said it so joyously that it took Brian a moment to register the actual content of what she said.

"Wait," he began to protest. "Why would I need to be punished? For what?"

She merely beamed at him as though he hadn't said anything, "Yes. I think a punishment that fits the crime."

"Crime," Brian repeated, a little worried. "I don't understand, Janza."

"Why, sweetie...you broke one of the rules of our game. You said you would answer your questions without any inhibitions. That last answer did not meet the expected criteria."

Brian's mind reeled with surprise. He tried to think of a way to argue that he had answered her question, but he knew it would sound weak and insincere. Technically, she was absolutely right. He had not fully explained his response and had gone with the shortest way to end the question without going into further detail. Yet, he didn't think this was really a crime. Or was it, he wondered.

"Brian, I'm afraid that your punishment will be a foot rub."

"I'm...I'm confused, Janza. Did I commit an actual crime?"

Her laughter was quick and light. "No, no, Brian," she gasped out between laughs. "I'm so sorry to worry you." She regained her composure and smiled. "I know you didn't answer that question fully and I think you know it too." She wagged a single finger at him, "And you conceded that you would answer all questions without letting some image of what you think you should be get in the way of who you really are. Understand now?" She paused, "Or am I wrong and you were one hundred percent honest with me when I asked you if my paws got you horny?"

He shook his head in defeat, "No, you're not wrong."

"I thought so. Since we just walked such a long way, my paws could use a really good rubdown. That will be your punishment, understand?"

He nodded, half in shame for not being honest with his sponsor, and half secretly curious to see how his body would actually react to her paws.

"Excellent. Now, don't you move an inch." Before he could agree not to, Janza pulled herself up to a seated position and swung both her feet around in front of her. The move was fluid, leaving Brian standing right in front of her very large paws. They literally loomed over him like some kind of kind of Moai head. "Take your time, sweetie," Janza's voice lilted from behind her paws.

Brian was in awe. He felt like he should have adjusted to Janza being so large, but seeing her feet up-close and personal like this just drove home how small he was compared to her again. Her feet were similar to a human's foot, but different too. At the heel was a singular round pad of some sort. Above that was a large paw pad that made up the rest of her foot and came to just about chest height for him. Her toes also had their own individual pads that were far above his reach. Between each of these cushions on her feet were swathes of fur. Cautiously, he slowly extended one hand out to touch her left foot's main paw pad. His fingers brushed across it and he was surprised to find it smooth and not rough at all. He pressed a little harder on it, feeling it give slightly under his palm. Both his hands came up and he ran them over the surface of her pad, brushing aside grains of sand. This close to her feet, he couldn't see Janza's face, but there was a soft in-drawn breath in response.

Curious about an anatomy similar to the ursines he had studied in textbooks at home, Brian stepped closer and cautiously leaned his entire upper body on the left paw pad. He didn't sink into it like one might a bed mattress, but he still felt like it held him back. Somehow, Brian got the feeling that he was being warmly embraced. This close to the pad, he could that there were little crinkles all over. This close, Brian could see the rivulets in the pads that seemed miniscule even to him. He knew that among animals on Earth with cushions like these on their paws, the pads acted as load-bearing points. All her walking must've caused these tiny valleys and paths to form over time.

There was a slow tremble, but the pad he rested against didn't shift. Instead, there was a sudden presence from behind. He didn't have to turn around to know there her right paw was now sitting mere inches away from his back. There was a slight feeling of heat radiating off the surface he was laying on and from behind. While he could say they were astonishing to study up close, he wasn't quite sure he would go so far as to call them 'sexual' in any manner.

That is, until his sponsor shifted her feet together ever so casually. The move closed the space between feet and created a unique position for Brian. The larger paw pads pressed pleasantly on either side of his upper body, cradling his chest and head gently. The problem was that her heel pad was pressing directly against his groin in the front and lifting his backside up from the rear. In essence, his legs were forced to slightly straddle the ball of her heel. The light pressure directly on his groin wasn't too much as to be painful, but just enough to simulate someone running their hand over his crotch.

Brian took a quick swallow, his breath becoming shallow, "Janza, can you...that is..."

There was no verbal response, but her paws began to slowly shift up and down. The action moved Brian's hips forward and then backward, while giving his upper body a pleasant rubdown. It was the 'rubdown' along his groin that was quickly become far too pleasant though. It felt like there was an actual person between his legs, grinding her body against his. He steeled himself as best he could, but no amount of mental preparation could stop what was happening.

He tried to focus anywhere other than the friction that was taking place in his groin, but that was no easy task. He was enveloped in a world of warmth, his eyes closed as his face was moved back and forth along her paw pads. It wasn't done in a malicious way, nor did it hurt at all. It was like laying between two very large pillows that were moving vertically, back and forth. The pads gave slightly under his shifting body, but still held some resistance. He could feel the flesh give slightly as he moved into a new position, but he still wasn't sinking into it. He had the impression that if he lay under her paw and she stood, the weight wouldn't be gentle. There was enough flesh behind those pads to bring her weight to bear and squish whatever was under them. The thought of such an end didn't quite kill his body's impulses, but he knew it wasn't adding to them.

Finally, the shifting stopped and the paws separated again. The movement caused Brian to literally fall backwards onto the sand bowlegged. He gasped as the cold air filled his lungs, shocked at how warm it had been between those two paws. More surprising, his mind had lost track of time, so he had no idea how long he had been in there.

Brian blinked a few times to find Janza's feet gone from his field of vision and her face nearby once again. Only a few moments of blinking at the sudden brightness of natural light and he noticed that she was now lying on her belly instead of her side.

"Well," she prompted with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Brian swallowed hard and pushed past his natural desire to hold the entire truth inside. "I did get a little horny during the paw rub," he admitted. Saying it aloud seemed to solidify his opinion, so he rushed onwards before any doubts stopped his mouth. "But I don't think it's because of the paws, though they are really quite amazing. I think it's because of the...the way your pads slid between my legs."

Janza gave a small smile, "Thank you for answering my question."

"I wouldn't mind giving them another rub later," Brian let out quickly. "That is, if you enjoyed it too?"

"Oh," she uttered, obviously surprised at his enthusiasm. "I think that could be arranged. I did enjoy the massage, thank you for that, sweetie. But you look a little bit red in the face from all that work you put in." She emphasized 'work' in a playful way, making Brian turn a little more red. "There's the beach bar not too far from here. We can get a cool drink there and relax."

"That...that sounds really nice."

Janza planted her paws on either side of her body and began to get up. A shower of loose sand particles showered down and felt like they blew past Brian in a wave, causing him to cover his face and eyes slightly. He blinked furiously for a few moments and then looked up at his sponsor, who stood high and far away once more. The sun seemed to light her smile even brighter as said, "I'll have more questions for you to answer later on, hon. You know, about the other parts of me you stare at." She slid a single paw down her side, her hips swaying from one side to the other as her hand reached her backside. Janza turned and began to casually sashay her way down the beach without waiting to see if Brian was following.

It took a few moments of her watching her hips and shoulders moving like that before Brian realized he was getting left behind. "Hey, wait up," he shouted before trying to jog after her.