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Rebecca couldn't take it any longer. She panted like a dog -- very unbecoming for a feline.

She slipped her sunhat down further and did her best to keep the breaths quiet. She could feel herself sweating. It was an uncommon occurrence for an anthro, something that only happened when their coats wouldn't dissipate enough heat. Too much and it would damage their fur if left untreated.

The tigress knew wearing a sweater probably didn't help matters. As uncomfortable as it made her, baring her stripes was still less pleasant. It wasn't being viewed that concerned her. The many plants in her garden provided privacy, even in the open, low plots she was in now. But the ring of black surrounding her scars grew warm in the sunshine. It was another reminder she'd rather not have.

So Rebecca gardened in her sweater and daisy dukes. She worked in the morning hours when she could, all day when the plants demanded it. Having Anon's help made things easier -- when he could, at least. An embarrassed smile spread across her face while she mounded soil over carrot seeds.

The human had groaned piteously when she'd tried to wake him this morning. He did every time she pulled away from him, but this was a particularly tired groan. Rebecca may have run him ragged the night before. Her lingering fears about touch were slipping away with every snuggle session, and she was eager to stay on that course.

Her poor little human deserved the rest.

Rebecca lasted until the end of the carrot rows. The rhubarb would have to wait. Getting to her feet was a bigger struggle than it should have been; she was pushing it already. The tigress shouldered her basket and trudge to the shed, careful to stay on the stone path. The short, verdant grasses that marked the buried hoses caught the mid-morning light. Small wildflowers spread along their paths. It brought Rebecca some comfort even in her exhaustion. She idly thought about if she'd need to do a second watering as she put her supplies away; for being so far north, the summers here were brutally hot. At least it wasn't humid most of the time. The heat would sink into her fur like mud, slowly washed away by the AC. The tigress opened the sliding door an darted in as fast as she could -- every bit of cooled air was precious.

But her tail went stiff when she didn't feel a chill. The air in her living room was just as sweltering as outside. As she groaned, she realized it was worse. The beads of sweat pooling along her curves didn't lie. All that high-grade insulation meant to keep the house cool was now working to intensify the heat. The fur on the tigress' neck rose at the thought that the AC might be broken.

"Rebecca?"

"Yes Anon?" she called back.

"Come back to bed."

The tigress half-stifled an annoyed growl. "Anon, honey, I can't. The air conditioning is out. I need to check and see if --"

"I know. Come to bed."

Rebecca's ears flicked; he didn't sound tired. Something funny was going on. The heat dulled her buildup of anger as she approached the bedroom, but her ears were still flat when she shadowed the doorway. Her husband was standing shirtless at the edge of the bed, which was now covered with some kind of mat.

"Lay down," he said with a smile. A cooler sat nearby -- he opened it when she stayed there in the doorway with a slashing tail and a glare. She tried not to let the dreamcicles inside sway her. It was an effort to maintain her furrowed brow while she stalked over. Not just because they were her favorite, but from the energy-sapping heat. Rebecca kept up her glare while she bent down and picked out one of the frozen treats. It only flickered once, the odd egg-like shape of the ice surrounding them catching her attention.

"Why is there a mat on my bed, Anon?"

"You wouldn't want to get anything on the sheets, would you?" he asked. She feigned a snarl when he nodded at the popcicle stick hanging from her lip.

"Really, Anon, why?"

"Really, Reb, it's so nothing gets on there. Go on, lay down -- and, uh, maybe get out of those clothes."

The way he blushed with downcast eyes was the only thing that saved him. Rebecca huffed and stared down at him for a moment, then undid her shorts. She slipped the sweater off with the dreamcicle still in her jaws. Anon did a poor job of masking the front of his boxers as the discarded clothes piled up right in his view.

"Y-you'll probably want the underwear off, too," he said, still not looking up. He did when Rebecca snorted; she crossed her arms over her chest, the snowy top of her cleavage spilling out even more. But it was clear her angry facade was beginning to crack.

"I-I'm not doing that unless you are," she said. Anon took a breath before shrugging and taking his boxers off. He met her gaze with a shaky confidence. Rebecca held it for a moment, then added her undergarments to the pile. The release of her bust from the sports bra nearly made her groan.

"F-fine," she grumbled, climbing into bed. The mat offered a brief respite from the heat, but her fur soon made it warm as all else.

"What are we doing?" she asked, turning to face her husband.

"You're relaxing," Anon replied. "Lie on your back for me, not sideways."

He leaned over and ran his hands through the damp fur along her thigh. The tigress realized after two or three squeezes that he was trying to give her a massage. And after the morning of yard work, she had more than a few sore spots. Rebecca sank onto her back with a soft rumble and closed her eyes. She shifted and stifled a few chuffs as her husband went to work on her legs. The sensation of her sweat sticking on the mat made her somewhat glad it was there, but she was still curious.

A lull in the rubbing and firm grasps gave her the opening.

"So why did you really put the mat on the --"

The tigress' words stopped in a bright chirp. Her eyes fluttered open at the sensation of something cold; Anon was pressing a pair of the egg-shaped icecubes into her fur, working the tip in like a massage ball.

Now Rebecca groaned piteously.

Anon watched with a satisfied smile as her head lolled back and she melted beneath his touch. Making the massage balls had been tough, and hiding them all was even worse. But it was worth it to watch the tigress be overcome with pleasure. He continued grinding the packed ice in the patterns the videos had recommended. The pure size difference between them meant that the human could only work on one leg at a time, and barely two faces of it at that.

Rebecca didn't seem to mind that or his relative inexperience. She continued to grumble softly in a massive exhale, hardly moving save for her sinking chest and flicking tail-tip. Her muscles twitched beneath her fur and fat. Anon could feel it through the shrinking nub of ice. Maybe he'd underestimated how quickly they'd melt against the living furnace he slept with. The tigress grunted when he first ran down to his hands.

"So that's what the mat is for," she mumbled as the water slipped around the curve of her legs.

"Yep. I knew there'd be a lot of water, since there's a lot of you to cover."

Rebecca attempted to growl.

"Feel good?" Anon asked; the tigress nodded without opening her eyes. A shudder rippled through her curves at the presence of new massage balls.

"Where next?" Anon asked, working idly at her thigh. "You want me to try doing both legs at once, or --"

"Yes," she sighed. "And start at the bottom."

Anon smiled. He climbed onto the bed and slipped between her feet, gently pulling them closer together before running the ice over the tops of her paws. Her toes curled as the rounded tip rode between the ridges beneath her fur. The tigress' contented rumbles turned to sharp gasps when he moved to her pads. Anon paused his ministrations; her claws popped from her digits for a moment. Their retreat and her gradually-slowing breathing after a moment told him it was safe to resume. He eased his way along the tigress' enormous soles, dipping between her beans only after she'd gotten used to the cool nubbin.

"W-why are you doing this?" Rebecca asked. Her toes curled around the ice as Anon continued -- he had to press in a little for her to release it.

"Well, ice massages have a lot of benefits."

"Why a-are you doing the ice massage a-at all, Anon?" the tigress said. She attempted to growl, but her sensitive pads made her words jittery. Her green eyes rose over the many sloping curves between her and her husband.

"I like pleasing you, and watching you melt," he replied simply. The flutter of her eyelids and silent gasp of her mouth as he traced her main pads drew a smile. "I don't usually get to see it since you're usually on top of me."

"B-be quiet..."

Rebecca managed to grumble in discontent for a second or two. Her head dropped back once more as Anon drew the ice along the edges of her feet. He was halfway up her shins and down two more massage balls when she mustered the will to press further.

"This is an elaborate setup, mister," she said. "You didn't do this just because."

"Can't I?"

The tigress grunted quietly, stretching to grab another bar from the cooler.

"Maybe," she sighed. "But I don't think you did."

Silence hung in the air as Anon returned to the anthro's abundant thighs. The water from his earlier massaging was different than the other damp patches of fur. Sweat clung differently to her stripes. More of it glistened in the cream creases along her pelvis and stomach, just ahead. Beads of it rolled along in the heat, slickened paths carved through the fur to folds like rivers. And all of them slipped down to the same place...

He caught himself staring at the same time as Rebecca. The human made a soft noise of embarrassment, pressing the now-stubby spheres harder into her thighs. The half-lidded look of mild annoyance she gave him worsened the blush.

"W-well, it is I-International T-Tiger day," he said, rubbing the ice down to nothing in her fur, "a-and I wanted to show my, uh, appreciation in a different way than usual."

Her half-glazed look with the popcicle stick didn't change. But Rebecca grunted when Anon tried to leave for more ice; her thick thighs squeezed gently around his torso. The comparisons to the hot, moist press of the panini maker from last night raced through Anon's head. There was a tension in the tigress' thighs and in her face, dampened slightly by the massage. Her attention was a deliberate departure from the relaxation she was feeling.

"That's very sweet of you, Anon," she rumbled, "b-but I -- I wouldn't mind some 'traditional' attention..."

Her ear flicked as the two of them stared at each other.

"Should I still finish --"

"Yes, you should finish the massage."

Rebecca released him from her plush prison with a breathy chuckle. She put the dreamcicle back in her mouth as she relaxed back onto the bed -- Anon basked in the heat of her thighs for another moment or two before getting the ice.

He allowed himself to drink her in as he continued his work. Strokes of the ice spheres were complimented by strokes of her fur and squeezes of her plump curves. Kisses brought a lighter tenor to the tigress' droning purr; the feeling of her yielding form against his brought more than a few pleasured hums from the human. Anon moved up Rebecca's body, pressing the rounded ice along her hips and sides. Any parts of her somehow free of moisture now glistened in the filtered sunlight. She tittered whenever he reached something sensitive -- which he made a point of doing often.

The tigress gasped and laughed a lot when he crested her stomach, moving onto the largest pillows in the house. Giggling interspersed the various noises of surprise when Anon struggled with them. They were a perfect combination of soft and heavy; moving them to do anything besides make them jiggle was quite the task for a human half their size.

"Do you need my help, A-Anon?" Rebecca asked, watching him try to scoop her breasts back onto her chest. "Are they too much for you?"

"Never," he replied; the tigress let out a half-giggle, half-squeal when he tried to pull her right one up with the ice still in his hands.

"You could come ba-ack to them," she said. "I'll make something with extra protein tonight."

"Shush."

"How about chicken?"

Anon grumbled; the tigress' hearty chuckle was cut off into another squeal when he shoved the ice beneath her breasts. Rebecca reflexively pawed at his arms, bringing her enormous boulders up onto her chest and trapping the human's hands beneath them. Breathy giggles rocked her as the pinprick of cold slipped back and forth. Anon couldn't free his arms from the tigress' hold even when he let go of the rapidly-melting ball. The weight he was used to; it was the dampness that gave him pause. He looked up at her, locked up to the elbows in her sweaty cleavage. The tigress was no longer beset with laughter -- not completely, anyway.

"Well? Are you going to continue?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

"I think the ice is melted, honey," Anon replied.

"Mmm, now that's too bad!" She said, leaning down over her bust to chuff in his face. "I guess you can't tease me with it anymore then, huh honey?"

"Oh, I can, I just need to slip my hands out," the human said; he began running his fingers along her ribs, watching her jump and try to keep her hold. "And when I do, I think I'll stuff a buuunch of them under there..."

Rebecca let out a string of breathy "No!"'s as he wiggled his arms and freed a few inches. The tigress panted as he stopped, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. They exchanged quiet chuckles and tremors for a few moments. After she'd caught her breath, Rebecca cupped her breasts with purpose and pulled them aside for him. She laid her head back as the human pulled away and let out a deep sigh.

"Anon, could you --?"

The cool icecream graced her lips before she could even finish. Her eyes were only halfway open as Anon swapped the popcicle sticks; her hands never left her chest. Even though the tigress clamped down gently on the new treat, the human could feel her power through the wood. The fact her head was nearly as large as his torso dawned on him once again. It made him glad her rumbling was from pleasure.

A sea of contented purrs and chuffs filled the room for a while. Rebecca's eyes barely ever opened as Anon worked over her upper half. She shifted her heavy boulders at his gentle touch, letting him massage places she didn't even know needed massaging. The cool trail of ice water was also divine. Anon felt it too as he crawled about her abundant form. He took his time and pressed against her plush curves, but the satisfied sounds his wife made were what brought him pleasure.

Rebecca was in bliss. Feeling Anon shift about her brought a comfort akin to cuddling. She liked having him near; the massage was just a bonus. But the creeping wave of cold crawling up her body made her melt. The ice water left behind on her chilled flesh felt clean, even if the relief from the heat was only temporary. She groaned when Anon reached her collarbone and shoulder. The cold pierced her thick neck fluff as he edged ever-higher. She chuckled softly at his struggles to stroke through it, dying back down to sighs and rumbles when the ice traced over her face.

Gentle kisses made her snuffle.

"Alright, Rebecca, that's everything I can reach," Anon whispered, rubbing the small spheres behind her jaw. "Turn over and I'll get your other side."

The tigress' sleepy expression of contentment continued as she groaned quietly.

"Let me up, then."

"Umm... Rebecca..."

She opened her eyes to find her husband wrapped tight in her embrace. She'd squeezed him unconsciously like a stuffed toy while he was doing her neck and shoulders. Her ears flattened in embarrassment, and a soft sound burbled in the back of her throat. The tigress stuttered until she saw his grin. Then she shoved him off with a growl.

"B-be quiet!" she said; she had half a mind to turn over without letting him get out of the way. Rebecca continued to grumble as she settled onto her front, her curves flattening out against the damp mat. Anon grabbed another pair of ice spheres with a chuckle. He caught her green eyes glittering at him from beneath her hair while she propped her head on her forearms.

"Where shall I start?"

"L-lets go b-bottom to t-top again."

The tremor in the tigress' voice changed the human's expression in an instant. He moved to her paws with a courteous nod and set to work, one at a time. The white marks along her back caught the light; her choice to go bottom to top wasn't surprising. Anon took his time working his way up. He didn't move deliberately slow along the backs of her calves and thighs. There was plenty of tiger to cover, and she didn't mind the overlap along the sides.

Her nerves also built up a lot of tension that took some time to work through. It was evident in the soft sounds Rebecca made as he dug into her hamstrings. Her tail trembled as he neared her gluteal folds, and Anon paused.

"Rebecca, I don't have to --"

"J-just go right t-to it," she burst out. "Sk-skip my b-b-butt."

Anon watched her tail grow progressively fuzzier. The muscles below her black and white stripes stood out, even with her plump figure. He rubbed the remains of his ice along her thighs before getting another set. More whimpers and soft sounds escaped the tigress as he started rolling the balls across her lower back. He could feel every shiver and shudder, pressed up against her. Rebecca had wrapped her tail around him before, but never like this. Never so tight.

Anon began to hum. He lowered himself against her and pressed his lips to her spine. The tigress could feel the vibrations while he ran the ice across her muscles. Bump by bump he worked his way up; stripe by stripe, the cold spread. Anon was midway up her back when the sounds stopped, and he reached her shoulder blades when she began to hum in kind. Soft popping told him she was kneading at the mat. The human lifted away from her with a smile and pressed on with the massage. Rebecca's humming soon turned to purring.

Anon pressed his face into her mane when he finished and slipped his arms around her neck. He rose as the tigress took a deep breath and let out a rumbling sigh. The last strands of tension went slack beneath the human as he nuzzled into her hair.

"That feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she sighed. "Thank you."

Anon got up after a beat. The tigress shifted in bed with a groan at the sound of his feet on the steps back to the floor.

"Where are you going?" she asked, pushing at her orange locks.

"Turning the AC back on," he replied. He waited for the flash of anger, but Rebecca just groaned again and went still.

"Come back when you're done," she said instead.

"Of course."

Anon had been a little surprised the tigress hadn't checked the thermostat when she'd come in. He'd kept his ear out for the sliding door, but he was worried he wouldn't be fast enough or that she'd ignore him. He set the AC to be a little cooler than usual for the tigress' troubles. Though it was nice, being able to walk around the house without getting chilly. Rebecca had barely moved when he returned. Her hair was out of her eyes, letting her fix him with a half-lidded look.

"There's a spot you forgot," she said; the huskiness of her voice made Anon wish he still had his boxers.

"W-where's that?" he asked, covering his embarrassment the best he could. She eyed it with a smile and a rumble.

"I think you know where..."

The bed creaked lightly at the bounce of her hips. The twin scoops of striped heaven wiggled above them, somehow ungraced by the mark of ice water. Anon took only a moment to watch before scooping up more ice and scrambling onto the bed. Rebecca laughed as he crawled between her thighs, flicking her tail at him.

"You're going to massage it, not just drool over it, right Anon?" she asked.

The human made an insulted noise. "You said you wouldn't mind 'traditional' affection!"

"I don't know if your obsession with it is traditional..."

The tigress chirped when a loud smack rang out. She glared back at him over her shoulder, her ears flattening as his smile grew deeper.

"Just tenderizing it, honey," he said, moving to smaller pats. Rebecca kept the look up for a few more seconds before laying forward with a sigh. The soft jiggle of her cheeks beneath his hands felt almost as good for her as it did for him. They hadn't been together a long time, but ass-worship had proven to be one of their favorite activities. Anon couldn't get enough, and it was something that didn't make Rebecca's chest tighten with memories of the past.

The tigress still jumped at every brush of his lips. She struggled to contain the embarrassing noises as Anon spread his arms over her width, pulling and pushing at her fat with a low groan. Her rumbling rose in harmony when he squeezed and kneaded. The way she pressed back against his arms and into his face made the human weak at the knees. His head sunk between her cheeks, muffling his grunts. Rebecca laid her tail down over him with a sigh as he began to nuzzle and lick.

She opened her mouth to tease him again, then let go with a groan. The ice was melting beside her thighs. It didn't matter -- she could already feel herself heating back up. The massage on the rest of her body was nice, but the human's usual affections suited her just fine.

That, and she didn't need any more teasing about the noises and jumps she'd make if he rubbed that ice on her sensitive rear.

The two of them basked in their combined, comforting pleasure for a while, until Rebecca stretched with a slight groan. Anon knew it meant he was supposed to get off, but like many times before, he stayed up to his ears in cream fur and curves.

"Anon, I want to move."

Muffled grunts and the swish of hands on fur were his only response.

"Anon, I know you can hear me. Up!"

The human let out another piteous groan as he extracted himself from her ass. He lingered as long as he could, pressing gentle pecks to her cheeks until she began to shift beneath him. Rebecca rolled to her side and propped her head up. Her tail waved lazily over her hips as the two of them stared at each other; The tigress' tantalizing curves glistened with water, and the human's pale skin was flush with arousal. The red only deepened when Rebecca's eyes dipped to his bobbing member.

"N-now that I'm, uh, finished, do you think we could, uh..."

Anon's words died off as the tigress reached out for him. She brushed a wet finger across his lips before pulling him into a tight kiss, hand firmly cupping the back of his head. Her twitching nose made him blink; the stroke of her fingers and tongue made him go slack with a groan. Rebecca cooed when she let him go, hand staying on his head to tangle in his hair.

"Thank you, Anon. That was very sweet of you," she said. "...But, well, there's a few other things I had in mind..."

A little gibberish spilled from the human's mouth before he could properly respond.

"Su-ure, Reb. It's Tiger Day, after all."

She smiled, then palmed his head. Anon let out a little gasp as Rebecca pulled him down into her chest. She wiggled him slightly into place before bracing him there with her arm -- he let out a muffled moan when she reached over him to grab from the cooler again, feeling the squeeze of her arm and her weight.

"Oh, you liked that?" she teased as she unwrapped the dreamcicle. "You'll love this, then."

Her husband's unintelligible sound of pleasure was smothered deep in her bust as she rolled all the way to her front. He still made it known as he wrapped his arms around her for patting and strokes, which drew a light chuckle.

"Yes, Anon. I'm glad you want to cuddle, too."

Anon squirmed beneath the tigress as she settled into place, fully covering him with her soft, heavy form. Her mountainous breasts pooled around his head, her stomach squished out onto his arms, and her hips enveloped his. He was in bliss beneath his wife, like he'd been many times before. The weight was comforting, the gentle movements familiar.

The sticky sensation, however, was new. The fur deep in her bust tasted different. And somehow, even after getting half a freezer's worth of ice cubes spread on her, the tigress still felt like a heated blanket.

Rebecca chuckled again when Anon began to really squirm. She let him struggle a little before rising slightly and poking an airway between her breasts, the desperate first puff sending a shudder through her.

"Hot, huh?" she asked, voice rich. "That's why you don't turn the AC off in my house, little man. The ice was nice, but I get warm."

She hummed and let her weight back down when he tried to protest.

"Now we're going to cuddle until it's back down to the 60s -- and by that time, I'll be sweaty again," she mused.

The tremor beneath her didn't go unnoticed. Rebecca's rumble rattled around Anon's head as her hips shifted against his.

"Maybe before I shower, you could give me another massage. With something to... clean that up."

A hard heat pressed at the tigress' inner thighs; she was the one to tremble when Anon licked between her breasts. She chuffed before deepening her purr. Anon didn't stop when she pressed down harder, rubbing against him in a comforting full-body stroke.

"Good boy..."