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The kitchen was filled with the sensations of stir-fry. The smell of cooking oil, spices, and meat drifted about the air with the sound of sizzling veggies. Abby felt the occasional splatter against her apron as she peered past steam to watch over her culinary pride. The Bernese mountain dog enjoyed cooking a lot -- more than once, it'd been a feature on her stream. People couldn't resist clicking on a stream titled "Cooking a Chicken Dinner while playing PUBGEE" or "Beating Port-Hole 2 while Baking a Cake" -- especially when the camera angles made it look like she only had the apron on.

But Abby wasn't streaming now. This was one of her off-days, where she could wear her sweatpants and old t-shirt and take her time in the kitchen. There was something soothing about it, even if it was just stir-fry. And preparation was just one part. The big mountain dog smiled to herself and added another pinch of pepper. Making and tasting her creation was almost as good as sharing it with Daniel -- but only almost. Her little human always came home with an appetite on the days she cooked for them and never failed to voice his appreciation.

A glance at the clock spurred her; he'd be coming home soon, actually. She took the skillet off the burner and shook the pan for the last minute or so of cook-time while she set the table. The consistent schedule was one of the things about the office job he liked, she knew. It certainly made preparing for dinner a little easier.

But other parts made things... difficult.

Abby could tell from how quietly he slipped in that something was wrong. Daniel himself was consistent too -- the near-silent click of the lock made her ears twitch.

"Daniel?" She called, keeping her voice bright. "Are you home?"

A sniffle was the only answer. The mountain dog dropped the skillet on the hotpad before bounding to the living room. The human was standing there in front of the doorway, head down and laptop bag dangling just above the floor.

"You okay, honey?" Abby asked.

His curls bobbed gently at the subtle shake of his head.

The mountain dog took off her apron, throwing it over a nearby chair. She took his laptop bag and set it there as well before pulling him into a hug. Even her generous chest wasn't enough to muffle his sobs as the dam broke. Daniel shook as Abby held him tighter, cooing softly and petting his hair. He didn't reciprocate her embrace. Even when her swaying turned to a slight shuffle towards the couch, his arms remained at his sides. He just couldn't hug her back.

His arms only went around her when she pulled him on top of her. She stroked his back, waiting until at least some of the tension left his body before she began to pry.

"What was it, Danny baby? Can you tell me?"

He shook his head, face still in her chest. The fact he wasn't nuzzling in further told Abby it was serious.

"Did something happen when you dropped that old gun off at the museum?" she asked, letting her arms drop lower on his back.

"N-no," he managed, voice muffled. "N-not really. T-t-the metal detector went off but they still took it and they said it was okay."

The human turned his head to take a breath, still not leaving her chest.

"They even gave me 4 day passes to say sorry."

"That's good," Abby mused, giving him a squeeze. "So today wasn't all bad."

"It was," the human groaned back. The mountain dog cooed again, bouncing him gently with her leg.

"You're here with me now," she says, "that's pretty good, right?"

The noise he responded with was non-committal.

"Well, it's going to be okay now," she sighed, rubbing circles on his back. "You're home. The rest of the day is going to be nice. I made stir-fry with those pea pods you like."

Daniel's shaking subsided, but he still sat on her like a board.

"It's not a stream night and I don't start until 5 in the afternoon tomorrow. We can stay up late or sleep in, cuddle tonight or tomorrow morning."

Abby hugged him fiercely, burying her nose in his hair.

"Or both," she whispered.

That elicited a muffled mumble from the distraught human. She loosened her hold and pushed up slightly under his arms.

"Again with your face out of my boobs, please?" she asked. Daniel obliged, just barely looking up at her over the curve of her cleavage.

"Both," he said. Abby smiled and pulled him back down with a sigh.

"Okay. But dinner first -- we don't want the stir-fry getting cold."

It took a little more convincing to get Daniel to stand, but Abby didn't mind. She threw the skillet on the stove for a minute or two to ensure the chicken and veggies weren't sitting in a cold sauce. Daniel said thank you when she spooned some onto his bed of rice, but was completely silent the rest of the meal. No comments about the food, no technical explanations of what he what task he had at work. Not even a lengthy dive into the obscure, deep lore of a game or series from 10 years ago. The mountain dog held her questions. Pushing him now would do nothing, she knew -- hopefully a warm meal would ease the his mind.

Instead, she talked quietly about nothing. About the games she was considering for her stream line-up, the meals for the week, the treats she wanted to bake on the weekend. She managed to avoid the weather, but told him about the little bit of yardwork she'd done. It didn't seem to phase Daniel, but at least it didn't look like it was making anything worse. Filling the air with something was better than eating in silence across from each other.

"You feel a bit better?" Abby asked when his plate was clean. He nodded, still nonverbal behind the short curtain of curls.

"Good," she said, leaning over to stroke his hair. After a few moments, she asked "Do you want to talk about it now?"

Daniel stiffened, then let out a soft whine. Abby shushed him gently and stood up, bounding around to his side of the table a little quicker than she probably needed.

"Shh, it's alright," she said, massaging his shoulders with huge paws and pulling him back into her belly. "Would cuddling make it easier?"

"M-maybe," he croaked.

"Then let's do that, sweetie. Head upstairs, get comfy in bed -- let me clean up here, and I'll be right up."

The mountain dog waited until he nodded to let go, pulling his chair out with ease. Daniel's head was still down when he shuffled off. But there was a little more fluidity to it now, and he wasn't shaking quite as much. Abby blazed through the dishes, forgoing the usual deep-clean of her kitchen utensils for the moment. She found her human curled up tight on his side when she gently opened the bedroom door. He didn't move when she slipped in bed beside him, even when he found himself sliding into her heavy divot in the mattress. She wrapped her arms around him, forcing him to straighten out slightly.

Daniel grunted when she turned him around with a soft whine. He avoided her glittering eyes in the dark, turning away even as she squeezed him tighter. Only when she began pressing gentle, wet kisses to his face did he begin to move and speak.

"S-stop it," he whined, struggling to push against her while she licked at his face. "S-stop, Abby!"

The mountain dog gave him one last lick before pulling back slightly.

"What's wrong, Danny baby?" she asked.

"Y-you weren't stopping."

"You're always my little cuddle bug," she said. "What's wrong, Daniel? What happened?"

Finally, he looked up at her. Abby could feel his gaze burning into her from behind those bangs.

"My coworkers all hate me," he said, voice trembling. "They told me to my face how horrible I am."

"Ohh... honey..."

Abby tried to hug him, but he stopped her, gasping for air as he tried to hold back the tears.

"They told me how stupid a-and dumb, a-and fucking awkward I am! A-and they're right!"

"Baby, it's not your fault. We've been through this -- they don't like you. That's all it is."

Daniel choked back a sob.

"They -- they said you don't either! They said you only pretend to like me, and t-that you only stay with me because you feel bad for me!"

This wasn't the first time Daniel had come home in tears over something like this. Some of his coworkers seemed to have it out for him -- or he misunderstood what they were saying. Either way, it left him broken up. The fact he was holding his tears in this time told Abby it was worse than usual.

"That's not true," she cooed. She adjusted her hug so there was no escape and pressed her lips to his just as his sobs started to break through.

Sweet nothings poured from Abby's lips as she helped to control his breathing. The force of her embrace helped his sobbing to slow, the gasps and rasps coming more gently and evenly. She nuzzled against him when it was back down to a slightly less concerning cry. He pressed into her neck fluff, sniffling her scent as she stroked his hair.

"I think you should quit," she said softly. "It happens too often, babe. Whether they mean it or not. You talked with management, right?"

The human nodded, voice still gone.

"If it's still going on like this, then you should definitely leave."

"I -- I can't."

"Why not?"

Daniel pulled back slightly with a reluctant groan. His voice was rough.

"I -- I can't. I don't know where I'd go instead."

"We came up with a few places last time, remember? There's a list by the computer," Abby soothed. "We'd just need to send out your application."

"Y-yeah, but -- but it'd take time," he replied. "Weeks. Maybe even months!"

The mountain dog huffed.

"So it takes a few weeks."

"I don't want to be a burden on you that long, Abby!" Daniel said. He buried his face back in her neck with a soft wail.

The mountain dog responded with a soft coo.

"It's okay, Danny. I'll -- I can take care of it. I can just add a few days to the streaming schedule for a while, until you hear back."

She bounced him slightly with her thigh.

"Really, it'll be okay. Just think about afterwards. You won't have to come home like this ever again."

Daniel stiffened again, another bout of sobs coming on. He pushed away from her to look her in the eye.

"R-really?"

"Really," she breathed, smiling softly.

Daniel was the one to initiate the kiss this time, throwing his arms around her as if she'd slip away. The mountain dog held him like that for what felt like hours. She could feel the anguish pour from his chest to hers, slipping past her lips as he half-heartedly dodged her kisses. He couldn't avoid the licks, though. Slowly, his sobbing shudders were mixed with light giggles and twitches.

"A-Abby, stop," Daniel said, breathless. "That's -- heh -- stop!"

His fluffy partner smiled before dipping an ear down against his face, feathering him lightly with her fur.

"Are you ticklish, baby?" she asked.

"N-no! Stop!" he said, voice a little stronger now -- and tinged with a smile.

"I think you are," the mountain dog said, torturing him with a few more brushes. Then she rolled on top of him, her considerable bulk smothering any chance he had at resistance.

"Abby! Sto--!"

The human couldn't even get a full sentence out before she started gliding her pads over him. He flinched at her velvety touch, body rocked this way and that beneath her heavy weight. Soon, the sobs were gone and the tears came from a different emotion. Abby smiled as he slowly relaxed beneath her. Tickling always seemed to help him, as much as he pretended to hate it.

Though it wasn't clear if that's what caused the growing bit of hardness poking into her stomach.

Abby pulled back with a knowing smile, ceasing her tickling. Daniel recognized the look when he managed to recover, and fought back a blush.

"Seems like someone's getting excited," she said. "Are you feeling better, Daniel?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Better enough that you're open to some fun?"

The human looked away, embarrassed. Abby had to brush a finger under his chin for him to respond.

"Y-yes! I-I am. Laying on me like this just... you know..."

The mountain dog certainly did. She rolled off him with a slight chuckle and ran a paw down his chest.

"Can you get your shirt for me, baby?" she asked when she hooked his waistband. "I'll get your pants. You've been in these things all day... we should really get you more comfortable first."

Daniel had to suppress a groan when Abby started, her paws wandering and careless. She kept his squirming pelvis held firm while he tore at his button-up shirt. The hardness he was hiding pressed up eagerly as she undid his zipper. It practically slipped through the fly of his boxers when she worked on getting the slacks all the way off. A pleasured grunt finally escaped him when she slid his underwear off and laid a hand over his groin, leaning over him to admire how worked-up he was already.

"There we go," she said. "Isn't that much better?"

Daniel gave a jerky nod. Abby could see his eyes flitting beneath his bangs, but she didn't know they were locked on the drooping curve of her heavy bust, stretching her t shirt to it's limit as she leaned over him. After a moment, he found his words.

"W-would you like to get more comfortable?"

The mountain dog's smile deepened. Her chest wobbled as she sat up with a chuckle.

"You're always so considerate..." she hummed. She took her time pulling the faded t shirt over her head, squeezing her big, bare boobs before letting them bounce free. Daniel stared up in awe as she shifted onto her side and slid off her sweatpants; Abby had been going commando this whole time.

"There," she sighed, propping herself up with one paw and grabbing his dick with the other, "all settled."

Daniel groaned as the mountain dog began her ministrations. Her strokes were long and slow, keeping his length pressed up against his pelvis. He bucked against her as she pressed down hard enough to depress the mattress. Abby chuckled as he grunted and fumbled with his hands, unsure if he should grab her arm or her tits. She leaned in close, pressing herself against him and nuzzled into his ear. Her breath on his skin was tantalizing; there wasn't even a need for sweet nothings.

Daniel's length was slickened with precum when the dog finally changed her grip. He grunted as her thumb wrapped around him -- a sound that was soon swallowed by her lips. The dog's broad tongue filled his mouth and her teeth teased his cheeks. She drove it in and out in time with her hand, eagerly swallowing the moans and whines that came with each one.

Abby relented at the first pulses of his member. At least, she let up on the stroking. The salacious mountain dog traced gentle circles along the human's belly while she continued her deep licking. Daniel's toes curled as she pressed her teeth against his jaw, drawing out a few more stutter gasps and groans. They parted with a pop and yip as Abby pulled on his lip. She pet his hair with a coo as he recovered.

And just when his panting started to slow, she pressed a digit to the tip of his dick. A strangled cry escaped the human as she pushed his member up, idly toying with it like a joystick.

"Hmm... seems like I have more work to do," she teased. Daniel bounced his hips semi-consciously, trying to press against her teasing pads more firmly.

"Would you like me to *really* take care of that for you, Danny baby?"

"Y-yes -- hoh, yes, please!"

The mountain dog smiled.

"Okay... you trust me to take care of it, right?"

Daniel hesitated for a moment. There was a mischievous glint in her eye.

He let out a long, tired sigh before a small smile slipped out.

"Yes."

"Good," Abby said. She got to her knees with speed at odds with her size, looming over him for less than a second. And then the mountain dog flopped over on top of him like she had many times before. Though Daniel was very familiar with being submerged under her curves, the sensation was as overwhelming as always. He pawed and spluttered at Abby's thighs as she settled herself into a rough sixty-nine on top of him. She spread her weight out over him so that the human only felt a fraction. After a moment, Abby adjusted herself so that there was even less -- he'd had it rough enough already. She'd start him out small.

A hum escaped her as she rocked back into his face, his head ending up wedged halfway between her plump thighs. The enticing scent of her excitement made him grip her ass tight.

"There we go," the mountain dog said. "Comfortable back there, Daniel?"

A muffled 'yes' escaped from between her thighs. Abby smiled, giving him a little squeeze before turning her attention to the hardness against her chest.

"Good. Just relax and let momma take care of you..."

The human, of course, stiffened beneath her when she fumbled for his dick. Her taller stature meant his length was trapped in the lower depths of her boobs. Pushing it so that it hung between his legs rather than be trapped against his stomach would fix things, but that was easier said than done. Daniel groaned and squirmed as the mountain dog tried in vain to slip her hands beneath her voluminous breasts to adjust him, squeezing his head and dunking his face in her musky folds all the while. Part of him wondered whether or not she was struggling on purpose.

When she lifted herself up with a huff and put all her weight on his face, he knew she was for sure.

"Oh!" Abby yelped, jolting on top of him as she grabbed his cock. "Such a considerate young man..."

She managed to stifle her second sound of pleasure when his tongue poked out again. The mountain dog hummed, taking her time adjusting his slickened length before flopping back down. Daniel noted how much tighter her plump thighs squeezed him when she did. Abby cooed as she pressed her breasts into his pelvis and wrapped them around his length. Her warm fur assailed him from tip to base -- it made the heated air on his exposed head seem to tingle.

Daniel clawed at the mountain dog's mountainous cheeks when she began to pump her breasts. He groaned into her folds and made her shudder, her massive hips pressing down on him once or twice unconsciously. Abby smiled and shortened her strokes.

"Hey now!" she chided when his legs began to flail, "just be patient!"

The human could hardly control himself, grabbing her massive cheeks tighter. He tried to shift beneath her for leverage but was firmly pinned in place by her weight. He needed to get his face deeper in her muff. Nuzzling into her warm, damp core brought him so much peace even if he couldn't breathe. Abby caught his legs as he blindly tried to wrap them around something and pinned them down. She chuckled when he slapped her ass.

"Relax," she said, letting up just a little, "I'm just making sure you don't kick me in the head."

The human let out a muffled cry when she gently scratched the exposed underside of this thighs.

"Besides... it's a better position, I think," she chuckled.

The mountain dog let her enormous breasts spill over his spread thighs, jiggling with each shaky tensing of his legs. The feeling of his fur on his sensitive skin only added to the overwhelming sensations down below. Abby pressed her breasts down to watch the tip of his member pulse in the deep valley between them. Daniel's precum oozed over his head, collecting in her fur. Shifting her breasts this way and that spread the prelude to his seed between the mountain dog's breasts. Her fur made soft sticking noises as her breasts squeezed together and spread apart, covering his length before letting the now-warm air wash over it.

Beneath her, Daniel was barely conscious. His lungs were filled with her heady scent, his mouth with her growing excitement, and his whole body was aglow with the sensation of her heavy, furry pressure. The mountain dog had completely immobilized him save for his arms, and there was little he could do but scrabble hopelessly at her massive lower curves. Slowly, as the sensations of her boobs smooshing against his dick ran through him like waves, the human's grip on the big dog's thighs slipped. His tongue disengaged from her heat with a soft pop and a moan. He relaxed completely, leaving himself at the mercy of her machinations and sensations.

The bliss lasted for a few moments; then Abby stuck her muzzle between her breasts and latched onto the human's needy tip.

The sensation of her soft lips shot through Daniel like a bolt of lightning. He tensed beneath her with a strangled cry and dug his fingers into her fat ass, pressing himself up into her heat and bucking against her mouth as much as his restrained hips would allow. Abby pulled back with a slight chuckle before kissing his head again. The feeling of her breasts bouncing against her muzzle was oddly satisfying. She let him slip past her lips and clamped down hard, letting him pump with the mere centimeters she allowed.

The dog sucked softly at first, working in time with his desperate thrusts as she teased him with her tongue. She increased the pressure so slowly that Daniel could hardly tell when she completely took over for his burnt-out hips. All he could do was scratch at her furry rear and groan beneath her, worn out like before but still fully awake. Abby worked him slowly, squeezing and sucking until she felt him falter beneath her. Then the mountain dog dove into her cleavage with a hum.

Daniel coated the inside of her mouth with joy.

The mountain dog didn't stop until he was completely spent, his member going limp in her mouth and his breaths turning to weak pants against her mound. He barely managed a groan when she massaged his balls to try and eek out just a little more seed. Abby chuckled and let him slide out of her mouth, dragging her tongue along his length the whole way. She let his legs flop to the mattress and pulled herself up with a satisfied sigh, careful not to put too much weight on his face as she rolled over it to sit above his head.

"Was that good for you, baby? You feel better now?" she asked, reaching down to stroke his face between her thighs.

Daniel was too busy blinking and coughing to come up with an immediate response. Abby massaged his face and cooed while he caught his breath, her grin gradually coming into focus above him. A wet patch of fur on her heavy breasts glittered in the low light. The human glanced down at his spent member, groaning softly while the mountain dog rubbed his cheeks.

"Mmm, it *sounds* like it was good..."

"Y-yeah," he managed, "i-it was nice..."

"Do you feel better?"

"Y-yes."

"It wasn't too much? I didn't ride you too hard?"

"No, no, I'm alright."

The mountain dog's eyes sparkled as she looked down at him, her smile growing wider.

"Alright enough to help Mama get off?" she asked, voice husky.

Daniel gulped. He took a few breaths before meeting her eyes with a nod. The bed lurched beneath him as Abby got to her knees with a satisfied huff.

"Good," she said, reaching down to pat his cheek. She shuffled over him like a soft, warm wave, drowning his quiet grunts in the fur of her thick thighs. The human knew her body well; he could tell when her rear was brushing against his face by the change in her fur. Her weight on his chest brought a wheeze as she adjusted herself and wrapped her legs under his arms. The mountain dog lifted up to get her footpaws firmly behind his head, letting him look up at the great, round expanse of white-furred cheeks that loomed over him.

"Ahh, there we go," Abby mused, wagging her fluffy tail teasingly slow. "I think you know what to do -- are you ready, Daniel?"

The human was so mesmerized by her snowy rear that he just nodded. He reached up and ran his hands across her cheeks, the soft fur like silk beneath his hands. Abby just chuckled as he squeezed her ass and watched it wobble when he let go.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Daniel's arms were spread straight out by the dog's descending derriere. She went slow enough to savor his low groan before it was muffled between her cheeks, swallowed just like his head. The human kept at it while she made her final adjustments on his face, the low droning sound escaping as she lifted and shifted. Her content sigh easily overtook him when she was settled in. It was quickly followed by a soft coo.

"Good boy," she said, patting Daniel's stomach as he nuzzled deeper between her cheeks. She rocked teasingly on top of him, shifting her weight side to side and forward and back.

"I'm not letting you up until I've had my turn, you know," Abby said. She stifled a whine of pleasure as his nose burrowed into her sensitive depths. "Not that I think you really mind..."

The way Daniel shook his head beneath the mountain dog made her tail shoot out straight. Even if her weight and firm cheeks largely restrained his movement, even if she'd been using his face as a chair practically since they'd started dating, the gentle tickle of the human's features against her thin fur always stirred something deep within Abby. The brush of his lips excited her even more. A groan escaped her, her dull claws scraping along his chest before digging into her thick thighs. She straightened up and let her head fall back, sinking deeper on his face. She tried not to let her tongue loll.

"Oh yes, that's it," she sighed. There was a rough edge to her voice she couldn't restrain. Beneath her, Daniel was beginning to feel the effects of her extra weight. The soft pressure surrounded him on all sides. The position of her legs had the mattress pushing him up into her rear, which pressed down even harder. It was as overwhelming and exhilarating as all the other times they'd done it previously. His dick was starting to come back to life -- a fact Abby was keenly aware of.

The human let out a muffled squeal when she grabbed his nethers in her tight paw.

"Me first, little man," she said, giving him a rough grind. Daniel slapped at her ass in response. The fact he had no leverage made them weak, but the mountain dog knew these were more faint than usual.

"I told you, I'm not getting up!" she giggled; the bed began to creak as she started to bounce. "Come on, Danny baby, make me cum!"

The human's faint gasp was modulated by the dog's bouncing, clapping cheeks. He attempted to kiss her rear even as he was catching his breath. Abby waited a few counts before slamming down for good, wiggling down into place with a satisfied hum. It deepened when Daniel's tongue slipped out and began to tease her rim. His face was already wedged into the deepest part of her crevice, filling the two of them with pleasure. The human's hands squeezed at her thighs to keep her in place as she squirmed with joy. A slight wince reminded her to ease up on his nethers.

Abby couldn't get a teasing remark out as she switched her grip to a sloppy handjob. She was too overcome by the thrusting of Daniel's tongue, small gasps and moans escaping her. He could feel her jolt with each one. He slowed his ministrations, latching on with his lips. Abby quickly neared the edge at the combination of thrusts and gentle sucks; she squeezed his member dry purely by accident. The human was lightheaded by the time the mountain dog tightened around his tongue with a deep groan.

"Oh... my..." Abby panted, "Daniel, that was --"

Abby paused. She shifted up onto his chest with a chuckle, feeling the strength return to his erection as he gasped deeply. His hands scrabbled to press into her plush rear to prevent another bout beneath her buttocks. Her tail wagged at the gesture.

"Good job," she hummed, shifting against his hands as they pressed deep into her cheeks. "Was it too much?"

Daniel didn't answer for a few moments, still catching his breath. It was hard even with a fraction of her weight on his chest.

"-- Maybe --" he managed. Abby just hummed and rocked against his hands more. The human weakly pushed up on her cheeks to try and alleviate some of her weight, a gesture that earned a slight chuckle.

"Well, I can tell *one* part of you didn't mind it," the mountain dog said. A squeeze of the human's cock seemed to remind him it was there with a slight jolt. Before he had time to respond, Abby was on the move again. The mattress shifted and complained quietly beneath them as she turned around on top of him. Despite her paw's constant presence on his cock, Daniel shut his eyes and managed to even his breathing out a little. Her weight was exquisite, but he often found himself savoring the moments when it wasn't on his chest or face as much as the moments that it was.

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" Abby asked teasingly, finally settling on his lap. She was sitting up straight with a mischievous grin when he opened his eyes. Moonlight lit up her chest a bright white that made her face seem to glow from below. His breathing was mostly back to normal, but his response was still breathless.

"N-no. No way, Abby."

"Good," the mountain dog said, raising herself up. "Because someone's still got a stiffie to take care of..."

The heat of her descent was almost as good as the tightness of her lips' embrace. Abby's slow, steady fall drew a long groan from Daniel. She smiled when he gripped her thigh-fur, and laced his fingers with hers. Her ears twitched at every little move he made inside her; it took a fair amount of her will to not let it show further.

"That feel good?" she asked, beginning to shift gently on his hips.

"Y-yeah," he replied, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

Abby's response was a wordless hum. She shifted around on his hips for a bit, feeling him slide around inside her before she adjusted her legs. She rose slowly, until his head was barely between her lips. Then the mountain dog dropped down with her full weight. The human's dry gasp was overcome by the loud *plap* of her body on his and the soft slap of her ponderous breasts. Abby watched him with a smile as she ground down on his member, feeling him pulse inside her. Each throb sent pleasure coursing through her from top to bottom.

Daniel panted as she slowly rose again before slamming back down. His nails dug into her thighs as the sensations blurred his vision. Her hot, damp fur pressing in on his thighs, his hips, his sides. Her legs squeezing tightly around his torso, holding him firmly along with her weight. The feeling of her plush figure shifting against him. The mountain dog's brown eyes never left his as they both savored the tightness of their lusty embrace, their connection filling them both with waves of pleasure that intensified with every little movement.

Each one of Abby's heavy bounces was accompanied by a wave of ecstasy, groans, and the slap of her immense curves. Each chipped away at their willpower. Soon the mountain dog's eyes were fluttering, while Daniel's had rolled in his head. She had to squeeze his hands tight to catch his attention when she stopped on his hips.

"Daniel? Daniel," she panted, shaking his arm and catching his eyes, "baby, I need to finish. Can you hold your breath for me?"

The human tried to force himself to calm down. Abby jolted and jiggled with every minute, unconscious movement of his length inside her. Her chest heaved as she waited for him to respond. When he did with a nod, the mountain dog flopped down like an avalanche. The sudden snowfall of her sizable slopes knocked the wind out of him. He drew in scented breaths as she wiggled around on top, keeping his cock inside her while she searched for leverage. Her breasts rolled over his face and her paws grasped at his head. A final wiggle of her hips told him she was in place.

Daniel's moan was muffled by her breasts when Abby started up again. There were no long pauses or teasing grinds this time. The mountain dog was riding him to the finish at full speed, her tail bouncing along with her whole rear end as her hips pistoned against him. The sound of slapping flesh and curves again filled the room. Daniel could feel her whole body shake against him with every slam, her arms squeezing her breasts tighter around his face with every extra centimeter she drove him in. His hands roamed over her with reckless abandon, grabbing her sides, squeezing her hips, stroking her back, slapping her ass. They settled against her breasts as he held on. The tsunamis of their orgasms were fast approaching, and he needed something secure.

It didn't matter if he could breathe or not.

He couldn't when Abby crashed down on him with a howl. His body was too busy responding in kind. Daniel writhed beneath her weight, arms wrapping around her and squeezing her tight as his hips bounced and thrust of their own accord. The mountain dog moved slightly in kind to each one. Each press of her breasts on his face was accompanied by a small gasp and a twitch of her walls. Beneath the fat and fluff that buried the human, Abby's body was completely stiff. It gave each ebb of seed an extra sense of pleasure.

Only when her chest sagged around his head with a deafening huff did Daniel realize she'd been holding her breath too.

"God, that was good..."

Daniel groaned quietly in response. He could feel her fur sticking to him when she rolled off, spreading herself out and panting at the ceiling. He was a little glad he hadn't been the only one roasting by the end. The sheets below him were similarly reluctant to let him go as he tried to leave the crater Abby'd made in the memory foam. But he quickly found himself dragged back across it and into the mountain dog's curves once more. The mountain dog tucked him into a tight hug. His face was in her chest and her legs were wrapped around him again, but they weren't crushing or smothering anymore.

Even if he weren't too tired to move, he knew it'd feel ten times better than sex.

"Do you feel better?" she asked, voice gentle. Almost sleepy.

"Yeah," he replied. His voice was finally even and content.

Abby smiled stroking his hair to fight off sleep. It didn't work, but she managed to murmur "good" before drifting off.

Daniel followed soon after.