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The porchlight was on. It seemed even brighter in the darkness of the woods. They'd arrived late, thankful that there was 24 hour check-in at the main building. Anon sighed along with the Hilux when he finally parked and took out the key. He was beat, even if it was only 10.

The tigress' sigh was much deeper; the suspension creaked as she shifted in the bed.

"Didn't they say there was a garage?" Rebecca asked, voice strained. She was getting in a long-overdue stretch, her arms arcing up high.

"I didn't want you to bump your head," the human replied. He sat there with a hand on the wheel, staring at the faux wood of the building. He might've laid across the bench seat if it weren't for the bags beside him.

The truck groaned slightly as Rebecca laid back against the cab. Her arms hovered just outside the windows, and her hair peeked out at the top of the windshield.

"How considerate," she said.

"You're going to get dirty, you know. Doubt the Hilux is exactly clean."

"Anon, I've been in here for hours," the tigress said. Her voice reverberated through the frame. "I'm well aware how much you need to clean it."

Anon smiled. He reached out the window for her hand, ending up halfway outside it.

"I don't know. You'd make a pretty good detailing pad in that sweater. Lots of coverage..."

The tigress grumbled above him. She gave his hand a weak, warning squeeze.

"Shame it didn't rain."

That's when she let go with a growl.

"If I weren't so tired, Anon, I'd --"

Rebecca's words trailed off into another deep rumble. Her paw thumped against the door as she lazily groped for the window, ready to yank the human out of his car and punish him for his crimes; Anon saved her the trouble. With a slight groan, he pulled himself out the window and onto the frame. The tigress looked over at him with windblown hair and tired eyes. Her chuff still rattled the old truck's body panels.

"You'd what?" he asked, reaching up to scratch her chin. Rebecca groaned despite herself and pressed into his hand. She closed her eyes, fumbling blindly again with her paw. The tigress caught his head this time; the stray hairs of his ponytail fluttered with every soft chuff the tigress made as she leaned in.

"I'd do this," she whispered before giving him a slow lick across the face. The feline's broad, rough tongue scratched at him, setting his skin alight.

"But harder," she added with a peck.

It was the human's turn to groan when she rubbed her furry cheeks against his. It was odd how comforting the hard outline of her jaw felt to him now. He reached up and stroked a velvety ear, lowering her rumbling another octave. The suspension squeaked as the tigress turned over onto her side; she ignored her husband's protests and pressed her lips to his forehead and cheeks, dabbing him firmly with her tongue. Rebecca was the one with a slightly smug smile when she finally pulled away.

"Might we go inside now?" Anon asked.

"Maybe. If you promise to behave."

The human snorted.

"Sure. If you promise not to hog the bed."

Rebecca let out a soft sound of indignation as her husband slipped from her grasp and got out of the cab. Weariness convinced her not to continue the game -- for now. When everything was inside and they'd settled, she'd fire back somehow.

The one-bed rental condo was small and angular. The faded brown faux-wood siding suggested a rustic atmosphere, but the architecture was too modernist for it to fit. The whole complex was filled with the odd clash of aesthetics. Buildings with floor-to-ceiling windows were surrounded by split log fences covered in lichen and moss. The private roads were black asphalt, somehow still sleek, but the signposts labeling each one were simple painted and carved wood.

The fall colors surrounding it all were beautiful. The porchlight only shined on a few of the nearby trees, but the blaze of orange, yellow, and red stood out in the dark. Taking the long route from New Apple let the two of them see similar northern forests in the dying light; they couldn't wait to see it in the full glory of daylight.

After a good night's rest, anyway.

Anon shouldered a bag or two and took them to the small side door while Rebecca got out of the truck. They'd noticed the Hilux complaining along the ride, filling the tigress with waves of dread. It creaked even as she slowly pulled most of her weight off it, sending her tail twitching. An electronic beep of the condo's door brushed the worries aside.

"You okay, Rebecca?" Anon called.

"Yes, I -- did you take all the bags?"

"Yeah, there were only a few."

The tigress huffed and shut the truck's door; they had to pack everything beside him in the cab of the truck since she took up the entire bed.

"I could've taken some of that, you know," the tigress said as she joined him. "You're probably crushing the bread!'

Anon waved her off. "It'll be fine."

Adjusting the bags with a grunt, he slipped through the doorway; the canvas and polyester still scraped and bumped on the frame. Rebecca made soft, chiding sounds as he hobbled on into the dark.

"The lights were off," the human managed. He dumped the bags after a few steps and fumbled for the switches. They revealed an interior decor much like the rest of the complex, old wood and outdoor relics slapped on top of a modernist structure. A year ago, he would've called it spacious but cozy.

Spending the past few months with a ten-foot tigress had given Anon a new perspective. He turned around to find her crouched down and filling the doorway, embarrassment written across her face.

"I-I thought they said it was a big unit..." she said, voice tiny and soft. She didn't move when the human met her at the door.

"I think it is, honey," he said, stroking a huge thigh. "C'mon, let's get you inside. The ceiling in the main room is plenty tall."

Rebecca took a breath before nodding. Anon watched her as she squeezed through the door -- getting on her side and going arms first brought the least amount of creaking and cracking, though her curves still got caught on the doorframe.

"You okay?" he asked when she was all the way inside. The tigress nodded, sitting on the floor and taking up most of the short, narrow hallway. She stared past him with folded ears.

"Hey, hey," Anon said, kicking off his shoes, "it's alright. Nothing got broken."

"Not yet," she sighed.

He followed her gaze down the hall. A small sidetable jutted out from the wall, a fragile-looking vase sitting on top. He let out a quiet grunt in his throat. Rebecca didn't move when he climbed onto her thigh and gave her a gentle kiss.

"I'll move it," he whispered, slipping off. The tigress struggled to her feet in the cramped space as Anon went about unplugging the lamp. The walls resounded with hollow thuds, even with her extra care. Her tail thumped against them similarly loud when she was standing up straight.

The living room was slightly more spacious. A large, rich-looking leather couch faced a flatscreen mounted over a huge entertainment center. A fireplace with logs sat across from the open side of the angled couch, and a long table sat near an open-concept kitchen. Anon glanced around as he ferried the cooler bags to the fridge; there weren't any obvious cameras or bugs. The pleasantness of the place somehow felt fake, even if it clearly hadn't been updated in a long time.

It was a fact Rebecca was keenly aware of as she tiptoed through the living room. The walking spaces were just barely wide enough for her to slip through, and she doubted the furniture would hold her. The tables wouldn't be tall enough for her to use anyway. At least the ceilings were indeed high.

"I told you," Anon chuckled; the tigress looked over to see him dangling a pristine loaf of bread in the kitchen. She moved over to him with a grunt, stooping under a slight overhang. Her ears flicked against the ceiling before she crouched down to help.

"You got this?" the human asked. "I can get the other stuff unpacked."

Rebecca nodded. She stayed silent when he got up on his toes to kiss her cheek. Anon let his hand trail along her thick, slashing tail.

"You want to do anything before we head to bed?" he asked.

"No, Anon," the tigress called back. "I'm... I'm tired."

The human knew there was more to it. He didn't press, letting her sort things to her liking in the kitchen. Even if their stay was only a couple days, bringing their own food was going to save them from the jacked-up local prices. He just hoped the facilities would be easy enough for her to use.

He was happy to find the bathroom looked like it would be. The enormous tub and washbasin would be an extravagance to any other couple. To Anon, it was a simple relief. He set the bags at the base of the stairs up to the bedroom and headed out to the truck. Not having to maneuver around Rebecca's van was nice -- he could actually park it in the garage. It was one less point of stress, something both of them needed.

Anon's first few months as the school librarian had been a learning experience. He'd expected it to be like his old job, mainly serving as a guide or an aide, but he'd ended up doing some kind of presentation each week for the various grades and classes. It wasn't what he was used to, and it wasn't easy.

Rebecca seemed more bogged-down by things at home. They were still getting Anon's belongings settled in, and autumn meant that her garden needed to be winterized. Anon helped, but the pure number of plants made it difficult. The fact so many had to come inside only added to the spacial challenges they were dealing with.

And as much as he helped, the human couldn't help but feel like something still loomed over his wife.

Hopefully a little relaxation during fall recess would help.

Anon returned inside to find Rebecca shutting the fridge. The coolers and grocery bags were piled neatly on the counter. The massive tiger's footsteps out towards the couches were silent, even when she ducked under the overhang. Anon attempted to sneak to the thermostat, just as quiet, but a flick of Rebecca's ears told him he'd failed.

"Honey, please don't turn up the heat," she said, putting a hand on the couch. "It's already hot in here..."

"I noticed -- I was going to turn it down," he replied. The tigress let out a tired grunt before pushing the sectioned couch around the carpet. Anon watched for a moment before turning his attention back to the odd device in the wall. There weren't any buttons, just slides and a dial.

"It really has been a while since they've updated the place..." he mused, fiddling with the knob. Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips when he turned around, a popcicle stick hanging out of her mouth.

"Is everything to your liking, Ms. Maldovich?" Anon asked.

"I don't know," she replied, taking out the icecream bar. "They should be wide enough now, but I don't know if it'll be comfortable..."

The couch pieces were pushed together front to front, making a channel of poofy leather.

"Do you want to use it tonight?"

"No, I just -- I want to figure it out now."

Anon reached up over the curve of her hips to stroke her lower back.

"You don't have to, honey. It was a long drive."

The tigress swayed slightly, but stayed rooted to the spot.

"We can do it tomorrow, or whenever. We're probably going to be out most of the day anyway."

"What about at night?" she asked.

"...Well, we can do it then."

Rebecca growled softly.

"No, no. It's not right. I just want --"

The wood creaked as she began to shove the sections again.

"Rebecca, what do you need? What can I do? How can I --"

"You can't! Back off!"

It wasn't a shout, but it was a clear departure from her normal soft tone. The rarity of it made Anon pause. Rebecca too. Her tail curled, and her shoulders hunched slightly. The irritable tension she'd been feeling was at once replaced by guilt. It was familiar, the words of old caretakers coming back.

His words almost did too.

The touch on her thigh sent fear tingling through her, but she braved it. She only tensed up and dug her fingers deeper into the couch-leather. Rebecca forced herself to relax before looking down at Anon, a deep sigh escaping her.

"I-I..."

Anon didn't let her get another word out. He shushed her and held up a huge comforter, pilfered from a linen closet.

"Let's put this on it. Get it comfortable."

Something tapped at the tigress' lip as she nodded; the stick of the ice cream bar had splintered between her jaws.

Anon had laid the quilted beast out over the couch by the time Rebecca returned. She'd been tempted to just spit the whole bar in the trash. She opted to carefully pick out the remaining wood instead; the vanilla and chocolate brought her less comfort than she'd hoped. The sight of her husband piling on more blankets, however, felt promising. He was still in the middle of it when she scooped him up.

The human let out a small sound of surprise before the tigress started nuzzling against his face. He bit back a teasing remark and ran his fingers through her fur instead, staying quiet as she laid down on the blankets. Her soft purring stopped when the couch began to creak beneath them, but she started back up when it held.

"Comfortable enough?" he asked.

Rebecca kissed him and pressed her broad nose to his.

"Yes."

Anon reached up and stroked her cheeks, gently tracing along her stripes. The tigress closed her eyes with a hum. She was holding back a chuff, not wanting to spray him in the face. But her kneading paws couldn't be contained. The human was used to the gentle pricks of her claws on his shoulders. They didn't scare him anymore -- not much, anyway.

Nor did the way she tucked her muzzle over his shoulder and rumbled in his ear.

"I'm sorry," she said, the words almost lost in the sound.

"It's okay," Anon replied. He slipped his arms around her neck and tangled his arms in her hair. "Talk to me, Reb. What's going on?"

The purring and kneading stopped. She didn't tense against him, but he could feel her breaths grow shallow.

"Please, honey," Anon said, "I want to help. But I don't know how."

Rebecca shifted him in her arms, slipping her chin over his head and pulling his face into her neck. He did his best to wrap his arms around her -- he was mostly hugging her chest, but she seemed to appreciate the gesture. Her sweater was soft. It smelled like her. But he couldn't spend forever there, as much as he wanted to.

"Rebecca."

"I-I know," she said, voice once again soft. "I know. It's... a lot of little things, I think. They're making me worried."

"What are they?"

"It's all in the future," she sighed. "You've got the countersuit on top of your new job. And right now we've got no space, and even though we're working on it, it's still... difficult."

He could feel her swallow against his face.

"S-so it's not fair to ask you f-for -- for the things I -I want."

"You can always ask, Reb," Anon whispered. He reached up and ran his hands along her jawline. "We'll work it out. We have with everything so far, right?"

"R-right."

"Except the stepstool thing. You've gotta work on that still."

Rebecca's chuckle was shaky, but genuine.

"I-It's my house, Anon!" she said, pulling back. "I'm already stepping around enough of your stuff, I'm not tiptoeing around your stepstool every time I go into the bathroom."

The slight smile on her face brought him some relief.

"Well, I've got to reach the sink somehow!" he replied. "I suppose I could call for you every time."

The tigress' ears folded as she tried to suppress a smile, a half-hearted growl escaping while her husband teasingly cried "uppies, Rebbycakes! I need uppies!"

"I should roll over and s-squish you right now..." she said. Anon squeaked as she squeezed him tight instead.

"O-okay," he coughed, "but what did you want besides that?"

Rebecca's hold weakened. Her once-thumping tail now laid still. But when she spoke quietly, she didn't seem as broken up as before.

"What I've always wanted, Anon. A family."

She shifted him to tuck her head over his shoulder again.

"B-but we don't have any room for a -- a kid, and we don't have the time. Not for a child or for your family. O-or our friends."

It all clicked into place. Anon rubbed the tigress' neck and let her hold him tight. Despite her past, she'd wanted a family since day one. It was why she'd said 'yes' to him. The human hadn't questioned it, but she was right. The court case, the new job, and the countersuit had all swept him up. He kissed the side of her head and brought a hand up to rub at her soft ear.

"I'm sorry, Reb," he whispered. "You should've --"

He cut himself off.

"I know it means a lot to you," he said instead. "You can always tell me about that stuff. We -- we can make it work."

The tigress nodded.

"And I mean tell me. 'Anon, we're having kids. Now.'"

"S-shut up!" the tigress chuckled.

"Are you saying you don't want to do that?"

Rebecca growled playfully. He tensed as she rolled on top of him; the various hard spots of the rearranged couch below pressed into his back. The bedding helped somewhat, but there was still half a ton of tiger on top of him.

"It sounds like you're the one that wants it, little man," she purred. His suppressed groan brought a smile to her face. Anon broke when she bent down and nipped gently at his nose.

"Alright, alright! Maybe I do!" he said, struggling under her bust. "Just please, not on here! The cushions aren't quite -- soft as the ones at home!"

Rebecca relented with a chuff. She rolled to her side, leaving the human in the cratered pile of blankets and quilts. Her tail swayed lazily above her hips as she watched him catch his breath. Anon caught her paw when she stroked his chest with a single digit. Her eyes were bedroomy yet tired, her hair frazzled.

"Do you want to...?" he asked.

The tigress' purr deepened.

"Maybe a little. Something small..."

"H'okay," the human sighed, dropping back down for a moment. Rebecca scooped him up with a huge paw when he tried getting up to his side. Her lips overtook his; her whiskers and fur tickled. He had to hold on as she nuzzled against him, pulling him deeper with scraping teeth. He gasped when she finally pulled back with one final lick.

"T-that was harder than before..." he mused. Rebecca's purr turned into a chuckle.

"As I was going to say before you attacked me," the human said, "we can figure this stuff out, Rebecca. We've got the next few days off -- we can come up with ways to address them when we go home."

The tigress groaned. She extracted herself from the couches, doing her best to avoid pushing them apart or stepping on her husband.

"I know, Anon. But that's not how I want to spend my vacation."

"I didn't mean all of it!" he replied. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Rebecca sat in thought. Her tail swished as Anon slipped on the bedding, trying to escape the disjointed prison he found himself in.

"We could go to some of the forestry parks," she said. "Being a State teacher gives me free admittance -- it should for you, too."

"Alright. And when they close for the night?"

"We watch movies, read books. Maybe cook."

"--and come up with a plan," Anon insisted. Rebecca sighed, but nodded.

"And come up with a plan," she added reluctantly. "Now please, Anon. I'm tired. Let's go to bed."

The human scrambled out of the plush bedding to follow after the even more plush tigress. She ducked under the small catwalk to the bedroom before mounting the stairs up to it. Her striped tail fluttered in Anon's face when her thighs spilled over the railing and pressed into the wall.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

"Anon --"

"Yeah, here, lemme help."

Rebecca _mrp_ed loudly when two hands and a face pressed into her daisy dukes, pushing insistently. The nuzzling and squeezing was sure to help somehow.

"I think I am going to squish you now..." she sighed. She let Anon stay there as she climbed, face rocking with each step. He had to pull away when they neared the top, as she stooped under the sloped ceiling. Rebecca eyed the catwalk warily. It wasn't very long, but she still wasn't sure it'd hold. She stepped over it with an extra-long stride to be safe. With his face free from the ever so tempting tiger tush, Anon realized he hadn't brought up the bags.

"Just a second," he said before dashing down the stairs.

His heart sank when he returned. Rebecca was bent low beneath the v-shaped ceiling, only the center tall enough for her to stand in. She stared at the tiny-looking bed up against the wall. It was probably a king or queen, sized to be spacious for an ordinary-sized couple. But the tigress knew without looking that she'd barely fit widthwise, say nothing of length. Her ears were as low as her tail.

Anon set the bags down gently and walked over to her, stroking her arm as he followed her gaze.

"Hold tight," he said after a moment. The tigress' response was muted, practically nonexistent. She didn't move until she heard his strained exertions. Even then she only looked out the door; she jumped when a dark shape clunked up onto the catwalk. Anon panted as he pushed the couch section into the room, leaning on it for a moment.

"You won't need a blanket if gonna you're wear that sweater, right?" he panted.

"N-no?" the tigress replied.

"Good, because I don't wanna drag anything else up here."

The human pushed the piece of couch up to the foot of the bed. The seat was almost level with it, if not particularly wide. He climbed up onto the mattress and flopped down in the center with a sigh. He looked over at the frozen tigress expectantly.

"Well? Are you gonna squish me?"

A warm smile spread across her face. A look of surprise crossed his when she wiggled out of her daisy dukes before straddling him and the bed. Stray light from outside illuminated her as she loomed over him, glinting off her green eyes.

"Do you realize how difficult your... 'tastes' make it to punish you?" she asked.

"All the time," he replied with a smile.

Rebecca flopped down on top of him with a heavy groan, feeling the mattress do the same beneath her. She grabbed up the pillows and stuffed them under her chin as she relaxed. Below her, Anon was lost in ecstasy. He was pinned beneath her weight, completely covered by her soft curves and softer clothing and fur. He could barely move his hands or his head beneath her chest. And she could feel him straining beneath her thighs.

All too soon, though, the human could feel the sweet, scented air of her sweater grow stale. He wiggled beneath her, attempting to tap with his pinned limbs. Rebecca recognized the gesture but stayed put. She relaxed as he shook her slightly with his struggles.

"You're quite comfy, sweetie," she rumbled. "And I've got to teach you a lesson somehow, don't I?"

She let Anon squirm a little more before lifting up. He gasped, pawing at her face when she leaned down and kissed him. The human was barely aware of the tigress as she slipped off the bed, too focused on balancing his pleasure and breathing.

"Y-you're not -- planning on doing that all night, are you?" he managed, looking over at her.

"No," she said softly, picking him up. Anon tensed when she pulled him against the red expanse of her sweater, pressing him into her plush belly for a moment. But his fears melted away when she slipped the hem over his head with a purr.

"I was planning on this," she said, laying back on the bed. Anon laid his head on her chest, sinking into the valley between her naturally-fluffed, ludicrously stuffed pillows as she wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her warmth and familiar scent seeping into him already. Her breathing felt like rocking, making him drowsy after only a few moments in her embrace.

"Does that sound good to you?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah. Yeah, it does."

Anon closed his eyes; it felt like sleeping on a cloud. It took all his willpower to get out one last thought.

"Thanks, Reb."

His new favorite bed bounced gently from a chuff.

"Thank you, Anon."