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Valentine's Day Bear

"Happy Valentine's day, hun." Andrew leaned over the sofa to kiss his polar bear, Annie Cotton, on the cheek.

She put her book down returning the kiss, "Happy Valentine's, love."

"I need to finish a project up stairs, but you wanna go somewhere later today?"

"Actually, I had something else in mind. Let me know when you're ready and meet me in the basement."

Andrew smiled, a little hesitant to go up stairs now. "I'm looking forward to it."

Two hours passed, Andrew was in his studio hard at work for his hobby, focused on painting his miniature models for table top with occasional sketches and doodle at his art table. Checking the time, he turned in his chair and yelled through the house.

"Annie!"

"Yeah?"

"I'll meet you in about...five minutes!"

"Okay!"

Andrew went for the bathroom sink, washing the paint from his hands. Annie went downstairs into the house basement. Turning on the only light for the room, revealing the play room the couple had setup. The walls were lined with stone, large iron rings nailed to the walls. Additional rings nailed to the concrete floor. She walked past the 'X' cross, the riding saddle, a small cage and a bed bunk for two before reaching a tall oak wood closet. Inside the closet hung an assortment of corsets, restraints, ropes and lingerie along side an array of sex toys, riding crops and paddles. Atop the hanging rack rested a series of hand cuffs, collars and mouth gags. Inside the door was mirror that took up the inside of the door. Annie stripped off her cloths before the mirror, placing her shirt and bra on an empty hangar while placing her panties and pants into a drawer. She stood nude as she took a black leather collar from the shelf which carried a large metal ring at the front. She brushed her long blue hair around aside as she began wrapping the collar around her throat.

Andrew walked in, coming down the stairs as he removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

"You look lovely, hun."

"Thanks babe. Could you help me with this, can't get the thing to lock."

"Yeah hang on. Oh I see the problem, the buckles backwards. Hang on, piece of your hair's in the way."

The collar was in place, Andrew looked her over in the mirror admiring her full exposed breasts and black tinted areoles. He wrapped his arms around her waste, nuzzling his face into the soft cool blue hair on her soft fur white back. Though unable to completely wrap his arms around her waste, he enjoyed the feeling of her fur. She was over a foot taller than he.

"I'm going to suckle those tits."

"I thought you would, naughty boy."

"Yes ma'am." As he nuzzled into her back he took a quick feel of her breasts.

She grasped his hands and pulled them away. Turning on the spot and putting his hands on her butt cheeks, pushing her breasts in her lovers face. "Nuh uh, you don't get these babies, yet."

"You tease."

"You made me this way."

"Only partially, Annie."

Annie Cotton was one of several artificial created animorphs created in a lab. More commonly referred to as a Furry by the internet, they were made as companions for those who could afford them. This included specific characteristic traits, species, gender and specialties.

When Andrew purchased Annie Cotton he was specific about her body type, interests and species. He only wanted her to be well educated, loving and interests in BDSM play.

Andrew locked a chain leash around the ring of Annie's Collar. They kissed each other once more as she tied on a pair of leather hand cuffs, each one had a similar ring link tied down.

"The Safe Word is Corn Cob."

"Alright, but next time I pick the safe word." They smiled, "Now get on your hands and knees my pet."

"Yes, master."

She obeyed, taking to the cold floor on her hands and knees. Andrew took a ball gag and a riding crop from the closet before leading his pet towards a pair of restraint rings nailed to the wall with short links of chains hanging down from the wall.

He slapped the ridding crop across a specific spot of her rump, she let out a soft moan. The act was taught for her to stand up right.

"Hands on the wall, slave."

"Yes Master." She obeyed.

With care he locked each chain onto her hand cuffs and the leash to a ring at the base of the wall. Forcing her to come down to his level, her back end stuck out, exposing her cut as she pushed against the wall. He took a moment to admire her swaying breasts, caressing them with his hands. Feeling every inch of the soft snow white fur up to the black flesh of her erect nipples, Annie bit her lip as he flicked them gently with a finger.

He moved up close to her whispering in her ear, "I do love you, Annie Cotton."

"I love you too, my master."

Andrew placed the ball gag before her muzzle, "Open wide."

She closed her eyes and happily obeyed. The red ball of the gag pushed into her mouth, between her teeth. He buckled the two ends behind her head, getting it just under her hair.

He patted her on the head, "Good girl." Turning on the spot he gave her tush a firm slap, she mewped through the ball as he stepped behind her. He walked behind her, resting the riding crop on his shoulder.

"I love it when you make that sound. Make it some more."

He gave her rush another firm swat of the crop, she mewed again. Another swat and another sound of pleasure, then another and another and one more. They agreed that the limit would be five for the crop.

He ran the soft tip of the crop over her exposed cut. "Are you wet my pet?"

She shook her head, "Nmm Mphh."

"Well let's fixed that then."

He put a hand to her vagina, massagining it slowly. Allowing his pet to squirm and moan at his touch. He pushed two fingers into her opening, working them in and out at a slow pace. Steadily increasing the rhythm of his fingers inside her. He removed his hand, she wasn't wet enough yet. Infuriated he spanked her other butt check as punishment, a harsh slap followed a sorrowful cry.

"Looks like I'll have to find another way to get your wet." He went to his knees and pressed his tongue against her opening. Pushing it deeper inside her yet taking moment to savor the taste around her vagina, while playing with her clit.

Andrew remembered the first time he purchased Annie Cotton from the Animorphic Labs. There was one in his home state of the U.S. so she arrived fairly quickly at his door. It took two years for her to reach full growth at the labs, including the indoctrination for her new life and living. When she arrived at his door, he was at first in awe. Not just by her looks but more of the realization that she had arrived. She was escorted by two lab techs, carrying her personal case of cloths and assorted personal items. After signing his name for the 'acceptance upon retrieval' Annie Cotton and Andrew Stag had met for the first time. She stood a seven and a half feet tall to his six foot two. She wore the olive green lab uniform coat, shirt, pants and shoes from Animorph Labs, AML for short.

It took Andrew a few moments for the realization of her existence and arrival to finally set in before he finally uttered his first words to his new life partner.

"Hello." His voice was soft and nervous.

"Hello." Hers was too.

"Well, no sense in beating around the bush. Please, Annie, come in. This is your new home after all."

It took several days for the two to settle in and know each other. Though, Andrew already knew Annie pretty well, he had custom ordered her specifications. Likewise, she knew much about him based on his profile and required photo I.D. and information he supplied the A.M.L. Though to actually meet each other, in person, was a different subject. They each took time getting to know each other. Days spent at a distance at first followed casual conversations and exploring the neighborhood.

In time their conversations turned into long talks and discussions. Their outings soon turned into dates. Even taking time to really know one another and join the various online website with those who, like them, have taken on a life of living with a Furry.

Annie Cotton squirted, crying out in sweet release at long last.

Andrew savored the sweet taste at his mouth before giving his pet a hard slap on the butt, "Good girl, now Master's ready for his treat." He dropped his pants, along with his boxers and revealed his throbbing erection. Rubbing the tip of his head against her wet cut, he pushed up to the head of his penis inside of her. Gripping her wide hips he thrust deep inside her, going all the way to the hip. Annie cried out as her Master now fucked her wet pussy, gripping her by the love handles. Instinctively she met his thrusts with hers, moving her hips in sync.

They both moaned, Andrew taking occasional slaps across her ass as she cried through the ball gag in ecstasy. He grabbed her long blue hair, pulling tight as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep pace with her.

"Ah...damn Annie...you're so fucking hot."

"Fhank...eyu...Maphta....oh...oh...Maphta...Maphta...Um cumming."

"Cum with me, slave."

"Aye...aye...fahgive me."

She came once again, just before he did, filling her womb with his warm cum. They stood there in place, panting heavily. Annies nose went wet, shimmering in the one light as sweat ran over her exposed nipples. Andrew was slow as he withdrew from her, letting his seed pour out from her cut onto the floor. He sat on the floor for a moment, catching his breath as she pushed her head against the wall and doing all she could to stay up right.

Andrew went to his feet, unhooking her hands from the wall and removing the ball gag from her mouth. Through sweat and saliva soaked lips she moved in, kissing her master deeply. He ran his hand over her hips before moving one hand behind her and swatting it hard.

"Remember your place."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

"If you want Master forgiveness, you know what he wants."

Her emerald green eyes locked with his dark blue gaze before she went to her knees once more. Her arms folded up wards, she was forbidden to touch the Master unless instructed. She lapped her tongue around his still wet erection. She tasted both of their juices on his shaft, before taking it in her mouth. Annie slobbered and lapped the shaft as she cleaned her Master.

"Use your udders."

Annie Cotton encircled his long hard shaft in between her breasts, massaging and filling it between her love cups. She bobbed her head back and forth now, giving her Master a titty blow job.

"Good girl." Andrew placed a hand on her head as he watched her go. He took her hair as a pony tail in his hand making sure she kept pace. Of coarse she was stronger than he was, but still the act was fun.

He felt himself close to release once more as her tongue lapped around his head. He took her head on both hands and prepared to release inside her throat.

"Good girl...here's your reward."

He pushed her head up to the end, releasing another load inside her throat. She closed her eyes and let the cum swallow down her throat in three gulps.

She kept his shaft in between her breasts as she let it slide from her mouth. A single saliva string dangled from his erection tip to her tongue, as she took several breaths to recover. Likewise, Andrew was standing there, his penis caught in her breasts, doing all he could from collapsing. Sweat ran down his exposed flesh like beads of diamonds.

"Master, dead Master, rest yourself on your slave."

He did just that. He turned and rested his head in her large hand and reclined in her arms. Her hands were like paws as big as his chest. With one free hand she made exposed a tit and offered it to her human master. To tired to speak, Andrew took the nipple in mouth and suckled like a new born from Annie's breast. That was one of the personal alteration he wanted with Annie Cotton. Lactating breasts. It was relaxing for them both, at least when he didn't bite down on the flesh. Savoring the sweet and calming flavor of her milk as Andrew rested in her arms.

It was usually then, his mind wondered back.

Their time together had some getting use to. Not just for them, but the people around them. With his parents gone, Andrew lived alone in his family house. With no luck keeping a human companion he went to the A.M.L. After Annie arrived and they had settled in, life was not easy at first. Many were against the idea of a human dating and owning an artificially breed animal companion, or furry. Calling the act of owning a vat born creature an act of perverse deviancy, made by and for the cliché socialites of the internet. Admitedly, Andrew felt the same way, but time and a little research changed his mind. That and the lack of love and affection he felt from most of the human women.

During their time together he was very active in taking her out and showing her the world and vice versa. The two were very protective of one another, Andrew wouldn't allow anyone to speak ill of her or tolerate any kind of implied threat or slander. It did get him in trouble now and then. Likewise for Annie, would take similar aggressive actions to protect her mate. One instance occurred when a woman in her fifties, to which Andrew defined as a modern day witch of a cliché god fearing, self righteous, harlot. Threatened to "beat the crap out of the perverted bastard for flaunting his furry slut around", to which Annie took exception to that. To which she responded by smashing her fist through the hood of the old witch's car and ripping out the engine in one pull. Ending the argument with a the crash of the engine on the side of the road along with a strong, firm cracking of her knuckles and a deep, feral growl.

Time past and Andrew found himself waking up. He was asleep on the bed, still in the nude, under a thin bed sheet. Annie was putting away her collar and cuffs along with the riding crop and chain leash. She turned and walked over to Andrew, joining him under the sheets as she wrapped her large arm around him.

"That was fun." He added as he wrapped an arm over her stomach and nuzzled against her breast.

"Yeah, it was. We still need to clean up the floor."

"Let's do it tomorrow. You drained me today."

"Okay." She kissed him on the head before closing her eyes.

"Happy Valentines day, Annie."

"Happy Valentines day, Andrew."

The two drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

Or he would if Andrew had thought to include a 'non snore' function to Annie's biology.

Epilogue

Andrew found himself once again in trouble. He had lost all track of time in his studios again. This time he had really done it as Mistress C knocked the door down. She stood over him in her favorite black corset and leather boots, while securing the black leather German cap on her head. In her hands she held the elongated wood paddle, upon which the word "Cotton" was carved.

She glared down at the human, a smile as sinister as her attire cut across her features. "You know the penalty for keeping the Mistress waiting, don't you?"

Andrew cringed in his chair at the thought of what would come next.