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You glance away from your coding monitor at the chime of an Ice notification.

"20GameBearGirl20 says: 'are u working today?'"

You check the clock; 12:32, just barely afternoon. Babbs wasn't in the kitchen when you made breakfast, nor was she out and about when you took your stretch breaks. When you heard her still snoring around 10 in the morning, you had to double check the date.

'Yeah,' you reply in the chat window, 'it's tuesday. I have to get my hours in. Don't you too?'

The way her icon turned green and her status changed to 'Playing Ancient Band' indicated a 'no.'

'i took the day off, i'm going to make up 4 them later,' she sends. Then a few moments later, 'can u do that with your job too?'

You suppress a groan and pull up your time clock. You're technically your own boss, but that means you're the one that's got to be strict about your hours. You like to be able to quantify to your clients how much you've worked on their projects each week. It makes them happy and it keeps you on task, regardless of the fact you both know you're paid by completion.

'I'm already halfway through the day and its early in the week. I really shouldn't.'

You make a point of running through another quick bug test before reading her response.

'but u could. u should.'

'I want to do something with you.'

The words send chills through you. 'Can it wait until later?' you send in response.

'i guess,' she replies. 'come up when ur done, i'll be waiting.'

It's admittedly hard to focus on work with the promise of doing 'something' with the bear hanging over you. You're guessing this is different from the times you two have played games together. She wouldn't take a day off to play Ancient Band with you. You've hung out most of the day together once or twice before -- last weekend the two of you ordered some pizza and played party games in the living room -- but getting down on a Tuesday doesn't make sense.

That leads you to believe her 'something' is more physical in nature. You're excited, and not just for the possible impending pleasure. Babbs was open to it from the start, though you had to initiate for the first week or so. She even started encouraging you after the two of you worked out that misunderstanding last week. But however supportive she's been of the touching, squeezing, and fulfillment of your requests, she hasn't had any of her own.

Until now. At least, you hope.

You clench a fist and get back to coding. If you can make some extra progress today, maybe you can call it early for her. You're more concerned about showing up early and showing her you care than getting your rocks off. You hesitate to close Ice; you decide to send a thumbs-up emoji to let her know you care before you do.

Work goes by quicker than usual. You were already halfway done with the day when she messaged you. Having something new to look forward to helped you push through. With luck, you'd be able to budget some time off in the coming weeks. Which is good, since you've been planning a trip back to your parents' place.

The thought distracts you a little as you tidy up the last few things in your workday. Mom and Dad have called you a few times; they asked whether or not you'd be staying with your new wife in each one. You always answered with something non-committal, that you'd decide later. The program had a trial period for a reason after all. But that date at the end of the month was coming soon -- "later" was now "soon."

And you're not sure if you'll be taking everything with you on that trip to your parents' or not.

You shake your head. There's still a week or two. You can worry about it later -- now isn't the right time for that anyway. Babbs actually wants to do something. You push the thoughts away for now and head up the stairs, excited to find out what she has in mind. The bear is still slouched in her chair playing Ancient Band when you push open the door.

"Hey, Babbs," you say. She glances your way as you come close and pauses the game. There's a rare flash of light in her eyes, and you don't just mean from the bright screen.

"Cameron," she says. She sets the controller down and mouses over to her second monitor and clicks the 'resume download' button at the bottom of her Ice window.

"We can start after I find a shrine," she says, going back to the game and unpausing. As one of the corrupted samurai she's surrounded by skewers her, she lets out a soft grunt. "Probably."

"What is it we're doing?" you ask, standing on your tiptoes to see more of the screen.

"A game."

"Oh. Is it splitscreen only or something?"

Babbs casts a fire spell that knocks her enemies back, lighting the gray mountainside landscape a yellowy orange.

"Sort of."

You're curious now. You're guessing it's whatever download she resumed when you arrived, but the Ice window only shows progress, not what's being downloaded. You climb up onto her bed with the draping blanket before settling in to watch her finish her session. It doesn't take her long; the bear has binged the game, so she knows most of the enemy attack patterns. Knowing that made all Spirits-Like games a lot easier.

She set the controller down after saving her progress at a shrine and turned around. You slipped off the bed into her lap without hesitation; the two of you had done the little routine a few times. Her plush form was as comfortable as ever.

"This is the game I'm talking about," she said, switching to the Ice window as a notification popped up. "Wild Light 2" is displayed in large letters in the library screen.

It takes you a moment to recognize what game it is. The splash screen that's in the back of the library window looks like almost any other open-world fantasy piece. It's the news tab titled "Welcome to 1.0!" that catches your eye, complete with a cartoony fox sporting some kind of AK. The game is a follow-up to an ambitious indie game, sporting impressive graphics and world size despite being a small studio.

And part of its success was from the very in depth sex scenes. You look at Babbs again, catching a sparkle in her eye.

"O-oh..." you say. You search for more words, but you're at a loss.

"Do you know about the game?" she asks.

"Y-yes! Yeah, I-I do, a little," you reply. "I'm just not sure what, uh, you h-had in mind."

The bear grunts and hits the start button. She adjusts you on her lap as one of her screens goes black, moving you like a doll.

"I played the first one a lot. That's why I preordered this one," she says. "All the content is an upgrade."

Her breath hitches slightly; a small logo appears in the lower corner of the screen as the game loads.

"Especially the sex parts."

You feel her neck fur brush against you when she awkwardly looks down at you, still trying to hold you like a stuffed toy. Her nose twitches and her ears are laid back. You think it's the most emotion you've seen from her since you moved in -- but you're still not sure how well you can read anthro's emotions.

"Do you, uh, want me to help with those?" you ask. Babbs nods slowly as the game screen begins to slowly fade to the title.

"I'm going to binge it. I took the day off for it and tomorrow too," she says; your chest feels light and your skin flush as reality sets in on you. "Are you ready?"

The soft beginnings of the game's title music back your nodding. "Y-yeah, I think so. M-maybe I should go get some water, first..."

Babbs nods. There's a hint of a smile on her face when she swivels the chair off to the side. It still amazes you how quiet the pneumatics are as she lowers it down enough for you to hop off.

"Eat if you need to too," she says, her eyes staying on you. "The character creation menu is long anyway."

You nod and try not to run off, a nervous excitement making your legs tremble. You have to take a quick breath to calm yourself down before climbing down the stairs. Their huge size always makes the trip down a little risky, but being this giddy paradoxically makes you even more careful. The possibilities of your night with Babbs drift through your head as you make a quick dinner. The first Wild Light had plenty of sexy scenarios in it -- you're not sure what the new one has in store, but you imagine the bear wants you to recreate them with her. You can only hope you've got enough stamina for her all-nighter.

The fact she waited to do this with you gives you some strength.

Even if she took the whole day off, she didn't start playing until you were around to be with her. It almost makes you feel guilty for getting food. There are plenty of leftovers, at least. You make quick work of a spare queen-sized quesadilla and head back to your room for your water bottle. As it fills up, you throw together a snack plate for Babbs. She'll probably appreciate it regardless of how long she's been holed up in her room. Carrying it up the stairs is a slight challenge still, but you think you're getting better.

The bear's nose twitches when you return. She looks down as you approach, not tearing her eyes from the screen like usual. There's something resembling a smile on her face when she makes out the plate you offer up to her.

"Thank you," she says, setting it on the desk. She picks you up without waiting for a signal and sets you back in her lap. Your heart flutters as the bear locks you into place with a big, fuzzy arm. You grasp it in return and let yourself sink into her soft fur with a sigh. Babbs doesn't give one in return; she takes a handful of berries from the plate and turns her attention back to the monitor. Her posture is different from before, more vertical and focused. You can actually see the screen as she navigates a menu.

Character creation does take a long time. Babbs idly explains the basics of the game and its plot while she goes through the numerous sliders. Her avatar looks almost like her in the end, and you have a better understanding of the world of Lyria. The previous game dealt with the first contact between tribes of mystical and sexy aliens and a corrupt technocratic empire. This one would apparently focus on the opposite scenario, with Lyrian tribes traveling to other planets for the first time.

The lengthy introduction has Babbs in a magic-flavored spaceship, tasked with escorting a diplomat to an empire city. Things quickly turn south when an anti-alien faction frames her particular group for a terrorist attack and destroys the ship in the process -- an excuse for an introduction to the game's combat and a way to let the player enter the open world section of the game with some progress to regain.

The dayglow that bleeds through the closed blinds is starting to fade by the time Babbs gets herself into one of the heated sections the game is known for. The bear looks down at you as the 'Encounter' tutorial fades in on the screen.

"Uh, what do you --"

"Under the desk," she says. You pause for a moment; you feel like you need to pinch yourself. You slip eagerly from her arms and down her enormous thighs when you regain your drive, careful not to hit your head. They're already spread when you turn around. She doesn't have to speak for you to dive in, even as she's still scooting up in the chair -- you have to stand to reach her. Babbs shudders slightly at your groping hands and the burrowing of your nose. You groan into her thick flesh as you struggle to part it. Each scoop of thigh you push away feels insignificant with their grand scale. But each increases the enticing pressure slowly encapsulating your head as you delve deeper between her legs.

You can't hear the over exaggerated moans from the game when you reach her panties. They're buried deep in her folds of furry fat, thighs pressing against the sides of your head while you feel her stomach resting atop it. Inhales of the damp, musk-laden air only come when you dip your chin and pry with your hands. You make the most of every lungful and nuzzle into the bear's already-damp panties with vigor. Your nose glides along the outline of her slit as you nod up and down, pressing sideways to kiss her bare fur.

Babbs begins squeezing when you try to breathe -- you take it as a good sign.

Things just start to feel like they're spinning when the bear's thighs part. Her stomach keeps you trapped in her heat for a few more precious moments as it flops down. A massive paw rests on your head when you get out from under it and lean into it for support.

"You okay?" Babbs asks as you splutter; she pets you as you nod into her soft paunch.

"Good," she says. "Take your pants off. Then do mine."

It's almost hard to tell the moans from the game are a loop. The bear's light panting also graces your newly-freed ears while you kick off your pants. You toss them somewhere off in the darkness before staring at her crotch. You wouldn't be able to see the panties if they weren't a soft pink, hidden under her muffin top and the fat of her thighs. Pressing them in with your nose likely didn't help.

Babbs pushes on your head with a grunt, reminding you of your task. The creases between her folds are sweaty; their warmth is like heated gloves, sending a shiver through you as you extract her panties. Fat jiggles in a pleasing way whenever a length of the undergarment is freed from her folds. The ties stretch pleasingly and make indents in her thighs as you free the front half of her panties. Babbs shifts side to side as you pull, letting the back half slip out from under her bit by bit. You drape the undergarment down her legs and throw it aside when it's finally free.

The bear pulls you back into her heat without a sound this time, though she twinges when you lay your hands on her inner thighs. Her stomach blocks the upper part of her pussy, but her dripping excitement still gleams in the lower shadows. The furred outline of her folds is gentle in the dark. You slide your hands down the generous curves of her thighs and scoop them from below, feeling their give on your arms. Babbs slowly pulls you the rest of the way in as they close.

You're taken by surprise when she gets rough in the last few inches. Her blunt claws dig into your back as you're engulfed by damp fur and heated folds; your arms are free to paw her meaty thighs while she groans. The lower curve of her stomach rocks atop your head and her hips roll against your face. The fact her thighs aren't closed means the sounds of lust come through unfiltered by fur and fat. You can hear everything.

The whorish moans coming from the game.

The ominous creak of the chair as Babbs shifts her weight.

Your own muffled moans and the gentle sounds of your hands on fur.

And the bear's breaths, soft and shallow.

They lack the weight you'd expect from someone almost four meters tall. Her voice has the depth that female anthros are known for, but you wouldn't know it from the sounds she's making now. They fade when her huge paw backs off and her thighs close in. Blood pounds in your ears and the world is reduced to darkness, ragged breathing, and the damp smell of sex. Babbs shudders in time with your own tremors as your lungs fill with heat.

Pressing yourself into her folds is akin to letting a hot shower wash your face; the bear's groan as you do has her usual tenor. Her thighs tighten gently around your head to lock you in place. Apparently, she's misinterpreted your nuzzling as an attempt to escape. The bear's thick thighs squeeze tighter when you massage her folds with your nose, your intent now obvious. There's only a subtle difference between her velvety folds and her pubic fur, but you intend to feel it all on your skin.

Babbs' impatient grunt is more felt than heard. The way her hips shift and her calves press into your back tells you she's tired of waiting. You press on and let yourself be enveloped by her folds, submitting to the twitches of her thigh muscles and the allure of her scent. Wet, lewd sounds echo in your mouth when you begin to lick and kiss her depths. The bear's walls stroke your face as her whole body tenses. The twitching that comes soon after feels like she's dancing on your tongue.

Your perception shrinks to your head and your limbs fade into the ether. All that matters is the barrage of sensations enveloping it. Heat, pressure, scent, taste. The sensations running across your lesser-used senses are vibrant and consuming. The rhythms of her hips, thighs, and walls entice you, whispering to become one with her. All your previous worries wash away as you let them overtake you. Babbs' deep rumble of approval is softened by your new extra-thick earmuffs.

You don't know how long you spend there between the bear's thighs. The only meaningful unit of time is the space between breaths -- and even those don't mean much. Your body gasps when it can and when it needs to while your mind floats along the river of ecstasy. The fact that you're serving her is one of the few things in your hazy head, and it brings you so much joy.

The aches in your lungs and the pounding in your head only come when Babbs spreads her legs wide. You keep your face pressed in her wet slit for a second or two, fighting off your body's urge to gasp. The bear's heavy breaths hitch; the lewd smacking sounds that were once contained by her thick thighs now rival those from the game. You pull back with a gasp when you feel your lungs shrivel. Babbs keeps you steady with a paw as you continue to catch your breath. Leaning into her plush thighs still renders you flush with her warmth.

"Good job," Babbs pants. You groan in response, softening when she presses you gently into her fur. Her pads are slightly rough as she rubs your back. Your next groan is louder from the pleasure; she's scratching an itch you never knew you had. The bear lets out a particularly heavy huff -- satisfaction, you think. An odd sound makes your ear twitch. Dialogue from the game filters down to you through the heavy breathing and your pounding heart. Babbs grunts when you try to move.

"Hold on," she says. You look up, watching the curves of her stomach and chest rise and fall, slowly evening out. You drink her in while she catches her breath. Light from the monitors spills down over what you can see from below the desk, illuminating her dripping pussy. Beads of excitement on her fur highlight the twitches. It distracts you enough that you hardly notice when she reaches down. You freeze when her enormous paw reaches down along your form. The palm alone spreads across your shoulder blades. It's hard to keep quiet when her fingers hook up underneath you, two of them poking dangerously close to the backside of your balls. Babbs' rhythmic breathing stops when she's pulled you back to her center line. The chair creaks as she pushes back from the desk, letting you see her in the screen's glow.

For a second, at least.

The bear heaves you up in a single motion and plants your face back into her fur. Her whole stomach wobbles against you as she adjusts her grip between your legs. Her arm lays along the length of your spine, squeezing you between it and her curves. A few more jolts and you feel the heat of her hips on yours. Furred thighs gently close in around you. The familiar scent of her fur fills your lungs as her arm shifts around you; she's cupping your rear from the side now, pressing you in there alone. Gravity helps some when she leans back. The rise and fall of her stomach is the only movement you feel after a moment, and you look up.

"Get in," Babbs says, staring down at you over her breasts. The screen's glow reveals that she's taken off her top during your muff-diving. Her fur is painted a lighter hue, her hard nipples an even more vibrant pink. A huff and flaring of nostrils rouse you from your dazed gaze.

"R-right. Just a second."

You grab at her paunch to free your member and dig beneath her muffin top. The firm grip she has on your rear eases your nerves, even if she's leaned back. You're glad for it, since the task takes both hands. The underside of her stomach ends up folded against your torso and carries just as much heat as the fires below. Babbs shivers as you search with your tip; you shudder just as much when you find her slit.

"O-okay, I --"

The bear rams you in, cutting your words off into a squeal as you're plunged into her heat. Her paw curls around your behind while she hisses. You arch your back and watch her whole body spasm in time with her hips. Her fatty thighs rub against your legs -- it's like she's unsure which direction to go, whether spreading them will intensify the sensations or if squeezing you will draw you in deeper. You have little say. Your own twitches of pleasure are dampened to nothing by her strong, padded hold.

They quickly subside. You'll be in ecstasy either way.

Babbs slowly unsquints and lowers her face, able to meet your gaze once again. She pants for a few seconds before drawing a breath; your heart jumps in your throat at her grunting thrust. You barely recover from the shock of pleasure and the rapid motion before she goes again. The bear isn't thrusting with her hips, her legs still spread wide. She's squeezing your ass harder and thrusting you inside like an overcomplicated toy. Each press into her plush form is accompanied with a heavy grunt and the smack of flesh on flesh, not from a connection of your thighs but from your chest on her stomach.

The size difference means you're barely pulled out of her folds or from her thighs. But the back and forth of everything above your pelvis smacks you into her stomach each time. It feels good once you get over the slight shock. The bear's belly is a heated ocean of soft fur backed by softer fat, complete with waves each time you're sent bouncing into its surface. You groan, your voice skipping with each meaty smack. Babbs doesn't stop. She doesn't mind when you lean forward against her and latch on.

She doesn't stop even as game noises go on above you. You're vaguely aware that this means she's gone back to playing the game. The non-porno part of the game. The implications are mostly lost on you -- maybe she's just using you as a toy, maybe she's having such a good time that she doesn't want to stop. Maybe she can tell you're practically melting against her and turning into a moaning mess. All you care about are the waves ebbing through you.

Waves of pleasure as your cock is stimulated on all sides.

Waves of her heat as it soaks your groin and radiates out.

And the subtle waves you feel jiggling through her stomach with every thrust, touching everything north of your own midsection.

You quickly settle into the new rhythm. There's little you contribute to the coupling besides curling your toes and trying not to cum. But it seems Babbs wants it that way, and you're happy to oblige. As you get more comfortable, you begin nuzzling into her belly, running your hands over the wide swathes of fur. You squeeze as it bounces against you. The way it presses gently on your skin is new with each ripple, but no less satisfying. Dipping your nose into her fur and letting the expanse wash over your face is as pleasant as a shower.

The bear's grunts eventually go quiet. She doesn't stop her thrusting, even when you kiss idly at her stomach. You slip into an odd state, a haze halfway between excitement and so much comfort that you're sleepy. Babbs moves again before you can fully contemplate the paradox. The interruption of her thrusts shakes you from your stupor. She's breathing hard against you as her arms shift; she goes from gripping your rear to putting an arm over your lower back, her other paw resting on your head. You're pulled deep into the fluff as she sighs.

"You can go now," she says.

You're confused for a moment. You wouldn't be able to move even if you wanted to. You attempt to anyway, wiggling in her grasp to try and free yourself or look up at her. The bear grunts at your struggles and lifts her paw from your head. She gives you a slightly irritated look.

"Y-you said to go, so I, uh... I'm trying to go."

She huffs; you bounce as her stomach jolts.

"I mean you fuck me," she says with a hint of a smile. "You do it, not me."

"Oohh..."

Your cheeks are burning a bright red. You press back into her belly in an effort to hide it, disguising it as you getting into position. Her hold on you is secure save for your hips, but having your feet hovering two meters off the ground will never not be unnerving. Babbs leans back some more when she senses your unease. The extra support lets you grab her hips more firmly and get your legs into place on her thighs. You don't have much leverage -- you'll have to rely on gravity a bit -- but you're as ready as ever.

Thrusting into Babbs is like humping a hot waterbed.

At least it's what you imagine a waterbed would feel like. The waves you felt through her before are somewhat overshadowed by your own motions. They're smaller as well -- you don't have nearly as much power as the bear. The deep sigh of pleasure she lets out suggests she doesn't mind. You certainly don't either, letting out a muffled moan into her fur as you wiggle your hips. She twinges as your member rubs along her walls. You can feel it through them as well, lighting up your head with a gripping sensation. Fighting against it and pulling back practically makes your knees go weak.

The effect only gets stronger as you build a rhythm. The wobbles of her curves against you excite you as much as the feel of her velvety folds. The damp heat builds up on your groin and stomach with every thrust. You dwell between each for a time, rocking your hips to get the full experience. Babbs makes soft, deep sounds as you probe and pant against her. Though they're gentle, you can feel them in your chest. Her arm squeezes your back with every thrust; her hand tightens in your hair when you swish your dick inside her.

Her noises grow louder when you forgo the subtle grinding. Your skin feels flush and her fur is like fire. It's hard to tell whose sweat you're feeling, hers or yours. The bear's gentle strokes of your hair only speed slightly when you shift solely to slamming your hips on hers. You're a bit distracted, but you think you hear her breath hitch a few times. It's hard to hear over the slapping of her thighs and your labored exhalations. The ecstasy coursing through your veins masks the weariness you know waits around the corner.

"Babbs, I -- Fuck, I --"

Pre-orgasm spasms stifle your words. You fight them and bury your face deep in the bear's fluff; she tightens her hold on you with a grunt.

"Do it," she says, her words resonating through your whole body.

Your groan is muffled by her fat and fur as you claw at her, searching for every inch of leverage to press yourself as deep as possible. Babbs' paw goes back to your ass to help with that task. You can feel the space around your member fill with fluid, every throb racing through your body. You don't breathe for what feels like minutes while the waves wash over you. The bear's grip softens as you ebb out into her. You look up to her after a moment to find her smiling.

"That was good," she smiles. You nod in return, still breathless.

"Yeah, it -- was. But I -- uh -- think I need a -- break..."

She studies your face for a moment, then shifts. You go tense as she adjusts you with ease once more. The bear stands partway, keeping your hips pressed to hers. Two huge fingers press on the backs of your thighs to tuck your legs beneath and between hers; you go white for a second when she starts to sit back down.

"There," she sighs, your legs somehow uncrushed. "We can stay like this."

The weight of the world piles on top of her when the adrenaline wears off. You're soon slumped against her stomach, thankful for the support of her huge thighs. It's an odd sensation, like sitting in an overstuffed easy chair with no back. It takes the two of you some time to get used to the position; the bear quickly pumps the AC as you swelter between her legs, and you shift your legs beneath her to find something comfortable. The two of you are still coupled, adding a shock to every movement.

For a while, at least. You grow accustomed to the blissful heat of her groin. She eventually stops twitching or gasping when you shift beneath her. Not to say that you get over the sensation -- too much movement makes you perk up inside her. But the combination of warmth and weariness makes you drowsy. It begins to feel like a full-body embrace rather than a position for copulation. The comfort you feel certainly reinforces that.

You slip in and out of consciousness like that, idly stroking and hugging Babbs' belly. She's mostly playing her game when you're awake. Sometimes you feel her shift on top of you; it's hard to tell if it's for your legs or for her pleasure. There are moments where you catch her with a paw on your head or your back, rubbing gently while someone babbles on about intergalactic law and morality. It makes you a little curious about the game in your half-awake state. Maybe you'll watch a video on it. There's a lot of non-sex content for a sex game, and it doesn't sound like complete filler.

You're roused from your semi-conscious musings when the bear hugs you again with both hands. You groan softly as she moves with a groaning slowness that matches yours. You're too tired to feel frightened when she pulls you from beneath her and stands, your ass nearly hitting her desk high above the ground. She presses on your ass as if to squeeze the last bits of seed from you; a dribble down your leg when she lets you pull back suggests she didn't get it all.

The bear sighs and shifts you up in her arms while she grabs a napkin from nearby. Your face ends up in her bare breast, which you nuzzle into with a muffled sigh. You wish you could give it the proper attention. Instead you settle for idly and fruitlessly trying to lift it while she wipes the excess cum from her groin and yours. Her breaths are deep and rumbling, and you're unsure if it's from the task or the half-hearted breastplay you're engaged in. The touch of her paw sends a shiver through you -- she's surprisingly gentle.

Babbs sits down on the bed when she's done, putting you practically in her lap. You're surprised when she pulls you away from her plush form to look down at you. She put on the asmr video you've come to find is standard for her, casting the room in soft violet hues. It's hard to read her expression even with that boost in light. She looks like she's about to speak moments before she shifts again. You're taken for a ride as she scoots back on the mattress and swings her legs up to lay on her side; she keeps a paw on you, treading a line between keeping you close and crushing you.

The bear only looks away to grab up her couch cushion-sized pillows and fluff them a little. Then her gaze returns. It's still unreadable and you're still unsure what to say, having hardly moved throughout. Slowly, Babbs scoops you up in a paw and slides you over her doughy hip as she rolls to her front, putting you right on top of her vast, brown cheeks. When you're settled, she props her head on the pillows with a sigh. She doesn't react as you orient yourself on her ass with minimal kneading. You're unsure what she wants. Given what happened a few nights ago, she might want you to go to town on her jiggly rear. But she doesn't exactly seem enthusiastic. She's not trying to distract herself with games either, like she usually does before she goes to sleep.

For once, you decide to be direct.

"Uh, Babbs?" you ask quietly, "Do you want me to, uh, you know... play with your butt?"

"You can if you want," she sighs.

"Oh. I wasn't sure if you wanted some of that after everything. If you weren't -- satisfied, I guess."

The bear snorts softly.

"No. I'm fine, Cameron. I know you like it and how soft it is, so I set you there."

You make a soft sound of acknowledgment and lower yourself into her crevice. It's easy to get comfortable as it wobbles. You begin to stroke it gently, but refrain from going too far with your ministrations.

"O-okay. Uh, thank you for all that stuff we did earlier. It was pretty nice."

Babbs rumbles. "Mhm. It was."

She shifts slightly to look over her shoulder -- you don't know if she can actually see you, with the angle, but she's at least attempting. You grab her fur as her hips cock to the side.

"Thank you for doing it with me. I'm glad you liked it. I liked it too."

You nod awkwardly while perched between her cheeks. The bear holds the pose for a few moments, then shifts back to her front. You settle in as her mountainous rear wobbles, slipping a little down her thighs to use it as a pillow. The AC is still blasting so you grab the blanket she has shoved at the foot of the bed. The give of her fat fills you with warmth as you snuggle in for the night; soon, so does her fur. Your body is quick to embrace slumber after all that activity with her.

But as your limbs slowly fill with lead, something nags at you. It keeps you from completely drifting off. There's something about the bear's tone that doesn't sit right, like there's more to be said. It was a rare moment that she's talked about interpersonal things, but you can still recognize the signs with enough retrospection. At least, you think so.

You've only known her a couple weeks now.

Babbs doesn't react when she feels you shifting against her rear, climbing up to the apex again. As you reach it though, she speaks.

"Are you asleep?" she asks quietly.

"No," you reply with the same tone. She grunts and shifts her legs a little, trying to get comfortable.

"Uh, Babbs... do you want to talk?"

The bear stops. She's quiet for a few moments before replying.

"Yes. But I don't know about what."

You nod, even if she can't see you. "Well, is there anything you want to say to me? Something about what we did you want to talk about?"

You can hear her fur brushing the pillow as she shakes her head.

"No. It was good like I said."

"Maybe... about yourself, then?"

Her normally-plush cheeks tense slightly beneath you. The bear is slow to respond, as if she's struggling or choosing her words carefully.

"It's... hard," she says. "I'm not used to it. In the way you mean. I can talk about the things I do, like games or food or code. But talking about me and how I feel, it's not as easy."

She doesn't react when you go back to stroking her rear. It grows no less tense beneath the fat and fur. The awkward silence hangs there for a few seconds before you blurt out something to fill it.

"Is there a reason why?"

Babbs makes a low rumbling sound of discontent.

"Yeah. In the past," she says, hugging her pillow tightly. "I don't want to get into it right now. It's late, and you have work tomorrow."

After a second, she adds "We had a good time. I don't want to spoil it."

You turn her words over in your mind and start massaging her ass, careful to not get too lewd. You want her to know you're not just doing it for pleasure.

The bear's words don't surprise you. It took you being wiped out from an intense session with her to realize it; being less concerned about whether or not she cares about you was key. With your worries about the relationship out of the way, you can see it when you reflect. Your times in her lap while she was gaming were filled with brief conversations, but only about what she was playing or the little bits of pleasure you were giving one another. The midday breaks from word were about coding, projects, or whatever show was on in the background. And when things did get a touch personal, it was about you. Her feelings were summed up in a few words or were only surface-level.

It makes sense now why you were worried about your attachment to her not being reciprocated; it's hard to see it when the person you're looking at is reluctant to explore it. You're pretty sure she feels something for you now. Something beyond a basic lust. It'd be nice if she would open herself up a little more, but you're not going to push her. You get the feeling her comment about not spoiling things was more for her benefit than yours.

"Hey Babbs, are you awake?"

She rumbles in the affirmative; you stop your stroking and climb further up her soft cheeks. She stays with her head pressed into her pillows. At best, she could give you side-eye. You hunker down and hug her rear instead.

"If you ever want to talk about it, I'll be here," you say. You keep your chin above her fur, making sure your words go unmuffled. "But until then, I... I'm happy to help however I can."

You have to adjust yourself to avoid sinking in deep as her muscles relax beneath you.

"Making food, p-playing games... making more new and pleasant memories."

Babbs is still for a few moments. Then you rise upon a great swell in the ocean of fur as she breathes deep, slipping down beneath the covers and along her padded thighs at her heavy exhale.

"Thank you," she says.

Her tone is warm and bassy, and you feel yourself slip deeper between her generous lower curves.

Visions of a restful sleep dance in your head for all of a few seconds -- then Babbs moves. You feel the rare kiss of the mattress as she arcs one leg to the side, letting you fall to the sheets. Her plump thigh slides against you during her careful attempt to roll to her side without crushing you. There's more than a little squeezing, but certainly not as bad as it could be. The feeling of her soft fur and padding slipping over you is actually pleasant. The bear grips you gently by the back when she's in place, pulling you up her significant divot in the bed.

The hug she locks you into is miles better than any blanket or sleeping bag. Your long groan of pleasure is muffled significantly by her endless expanse of fur-covered curves. You can barely tell where you are on her body, lost in all the softness. You nuzzle and squeeze blindly to convey how much you appreciate it -- words would be out of the question even if you weren't being smothered.

Eventually Babbs backs off when your groping turns to tapping. She helps you find a spot higher up in her embrace, where her breasts aren't as suffocating. Your eyes are still below the sea of fur when she speaks.

"Is this comfortable, Cameron?"

"Yeah. A-as long as you don't roll over."

"Never do," she grunts, tightening her hold. She speaks again after a few moments.

"Would you like to do this again?"

Your heart jumps. She's asking you to sleep with her. Not just permitting it, but asking for it. You let out a happy moan.

"Y-yes. I'd like to do it again very much. I'll sleep with you every night if you like, Babbs."

"Oh."

Her tone is off; you hold your breath.

"That's fine. That's good too," she says. "I meant what we did with Wild Light."

You can't suppress your laugh.

"Y-yeah! Yes, Babbs. Please," you say. You let out a sigh as the tension leaves. "M-maybe just the weekends, though. It's, uh... a lot."

The bear hums in idle understanding. "Alright."

As the seconds of silence turn into minutes, you feel her breathing deepen. Her chest presses you tighter against her arms as it expands. It's a comforting pressure. You're sure she's asleep when hints of snores make their way to your ears. You relax and give yourself to the waves once more, content. Not just with your physical comfort or your emotions, but something deeper.

You've finally got a direction.