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"No no no no... agh, fuck!"

Robert stomped his feet into the snow, fighting off a feeling of numbness. His gloved hands were shaking, not just from the cold. His parents had trusted him with the house, and it was all falling apart.

Something was wrong with their electricity. No electricity, no heating. With a storm blowing in, that was a problem. But it was a survivable problem, as much as it would suck to spend the night with no TV or internet, since all he'd have to do was huddle in front of the fire.

No, the real problem here was that Robert, like a jackass, had neglected to get firewood. He didn't look forward to burning a chair for warmth.

The cold gnawed on him, sinking into the exposed tips of his long ears. The rabbit huffed and stuffed them back into his hat. He had to stay out here, and find some way of fixing this, and...

...And who was he kidding? He hadn't a clue what was wrong with the electricity. After a thorough inspection of the fuse box and anything else he could examine indoors, he had unhappily went out into the snow expecting... what, exactly? A big, severed wire he could duct-tape back together? He had no idea what he was doing, and with the wifi dead and his phone's data used up, he had no way of finding out.

Robert buried his face in his gloves. He didn't need this. Not now. Alone, useless, and freezing, all he had was the cold comfort that no-one else could see him totally break down.

"Hey there!"

For fuck's sake.

The jumble of fear and shame and irritation he felt didn't last long, though. The bulky figure bearing down on him was a welcome sight. It was his neighbour, Bea.

Bea was a strong woman, in more ways than one. She was about the same height as Robert, but while he was thin and frankly a bit delicate, Bea was sturdy, immovable. The bear had her own carpentry workshop and often she cut down the damn lumber herself. She was their closest neighbour, not just geographically, and she had always been loud, friendly and generous.

And, added a cold, hopeful part of Robert, good with tools.

She stomped closer, a thick black coat adding even further to her impressive frame. "Heya. Your power died, huh?"

"It did..."

Bea spat into the snow. It probably froze before it hit the ground. "Sorry to hear it. Saw you out the window, reckoned it was serious..."

"Y-yeah..." Robert shifted from foot to foot, cold and self-conscious. Eager to get through the inevitable embarrassment quickly, he blurted out "I don't have any firewood in there."

She frowned. "You serious?"

"I forgot...!" he said miserably. "We've got a big pile of wood which has been outside in the snow all this time so that's all useless and they warned me to bring some in ahead of time if I was going to use the fireplace but I prefer the electric heater anyway so-"

"Easy, easy." She raised a gloved paw and Robert managed to shut up. "God, kid. Before long your house will be..."

"Like one degree warmer than the storm outside, I know." He sighed. "Do you have some spare wood around? Like, that you're not using? I could pay you ba-"

"Pay? What do you take me for, Robert? I ain't gonna expect money for a favour like that. We're neighbours."

"S-sorry," he said, but she didn't seem to hear him. She thought for a moment, ignoring a snowflake that landed on her soft black nose.

"Yeah. I'll do you one better." Her dark eyes fell on his. "Why don't you spend the night at my place?"

"Really?"

"Sure! It's no trouble." She grinned. "You college boys are used to sleeping on couches, right?"

He managed a smile in return, though she soon turned serious again.

"Let's gather up anything you need for the night and lock up your place. And be quick about it, huh? I can already feel my ass starting to freeze off."

"Heh, same..."

With Bea's help, he locked the house up. He didn't take much, since the storm would run its course overnight. The house could survive a few hours unattended. Then he trudged after Bea, his boots dwarfed by the heavy footprints of her paws. It only took a minute or two to walk to her house, but in this weather, he felt every second.

He gratefully threw himself through her front door, shaking himself of loose snowflakes. "Hurgh," he said.

"Yup." Bea slammed the door, immediately moving to shrug off her coat. "You can hang up your stuff wherever. Yeah, there's good."

Robert shed his outerwear quickly - his light grey fur never responded well to being bundled up. Bea's house was much, much more heated than his had been, even before the outage, so he felt comfortable abandoning his sweater too. Just jeans, socks, and a shirt.

His host opted for a similar level of clothing. Less, actually. She left her socks in her boots, flexing her paws against the warm floor. Her trousers were bulkier than Robert's, but she shed her upper layers until she was down to a tank top. He was struck for a moment at the sight of her arms, thick muscle coiled under shaggy brown fur.

"You listening to me?"

"Agh!" He started. Not for the first time, he cringed at fulfilling certain stereotypes of rabbits as dumb and jumpy. "Sorry, I must've zoned out..."

"I was asking you about food. You eat yet?"

"No..." He rallied. "But I brought the stuff I was going to make for dinner. I was thinking about cooking for you, as thanks for letting me stay over. If you're alright with me using your kitchen, that is..."

She watched him for a moment. "You cook now, huh?"

"Gotta feed myself when I'm on campus, right? Dad made sure to teach me some stuff, said it's a useful skill."

"Yeah, real useful," she grinned. "Take care of yourself and impress any girls you bring around, right?"

She knew his family too well - his father had, in fact, said exactly that. Robert laughed, trying to fight off a blush.

It all actually went okay. Bea helped, but mostly relying on his own skills, he successfully cooked a meal in an unfamiliar kitchen. She even complimented the end result, which came to a genuine relief to Robert. Shelter from the storm in exchange for a not-terrible meal. That was fair. Neighbourly.

Before long, he found himself sharing a couch with her in the living room, which was lit - and kept warm - by a roaring fireplace. "How's that?" she said. "Make sure it's comfortable, I don't want to put you somewhere you can't sleep."

"No, no, it's good... Thanks again."

"Awh, I wouldn't leave you out in the cold, you know that."

His only reply was a shy, grateful smile.

They spent a while chatting, continuing the conversation they had started over dinner. Mostly harmless anecdotes from college, catching her up on what he'd been doing since he was last back home.

Bea listened with interest, laughing or commiserating as appropriate. But after a while, her expression became more serious. After Robert trailed off while discussing his dorm-mate's weird habits, she spoke.

"So, if you don't mind me asking..." She met his gaze, her dark eyes soft. "You alright?"

"Uh, 'alright'? What do you mean?"

She reached up and lazily flicked the tip of one of his drooping ears, letting it fall against his shoulder. "That. That's what I mean. You've been down ever since you came home. I know tonight's been stressful, but when I came up to you earlier you were damn near crying. Is something eating you?"

Robert bit his lip. Part of him wanted to dodge the question, but Bea clearly knew him too well. Besides, he was already in her house, on her couch, by her fireside. It was a bit late to keep things to polite small talk.

With a sigh, he finally faced the one part of his college life he had, until now, been skirting around. "Jennifer dumped me."

"Of course." Bea sat back, making the couch creak. "Shoulda figured."

"It was slow, too. Over like, the last month, she got colder and colder with me. Finally, she tells me she never even liked me that much, and that she already has another guy lined up?! It just..." He sighed, letting his body sag. "I'm having trouble getting past it, I guess."

"Sure." She watched him for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Well!"

"...Is that it?"

"'Fraid so, kid. If you were looking for some wisdom from an older gal, sorry to disappoint."

"Oh," said Robert, who hadn't even realized he wanted that until he was told it wasn't coming. "Okay."

She sniffed, pausing uncharacteristically before speaking again. "But... I could tell you the opinion of your nosy neighbour, if that helps. Which it mightn't."

He paused as well, worried that things might get awkward. But Bea was a good host, and wouldn't end the night on a weird note. He took the risk. "Which is?"

"You can do better."

Her dark eyes landed on him, fully serious.

"I never liked that- ...girl. You're a nice boy, Rob. Too nice, sometimes. Someone forceful and mean-spirited would walk all over you, maybe for your whole life. You dodged a bullet."

He sat on that for a while. "I gotta say, as much as it felt like being hit by a truck, part of it also felt... kinda like a relief? Guess I understand why."

"There you go. You listen to that part of yourself, alright? End of the day, you're nineteen. It's not the fuckin' end of the world. Even if it feels like it at the time."

He chuckled a bit at that. "And you said you didn't have any wisdom."

"Heh."

There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Then came the moment that would shape the whole night.

"Besides," said Bea, in a perfectly friendly tone, "if you ask me, she's missing out."

She patted his leg, in a perfectly normal and platonic way. Robert felt how warm her paw was. Warmer than the fire. "You really think so?"

"Course. You're smart and kind and handsome, too, in a lanky kinda way. Any girl would be lucky to have you, I think."

He swallowed, and looked to the fire. Her soft, dark eyes were suddenly overwhelming. But he didn't want her to stop, necessarily. Her touch felt comforting. Very comforting.

Without really thinking about it, just to signal her not to pull away too fast, he laid his hand over hers. Her fur was warm and soft. She kept her paw there. Right on his thigh.

He had been trying to avoid thoughts of Jennifer - the breakup itself, and the increasingly uncomfortable atmosphere between them. Robert didn't have any sex during high school, and then suddenly he had a girlfriend with her own needs and a firm idea of how to satisfy them, but then things had become icy without him knowing why and he had waited for an explanation, a release, that never came...

And now his neighbour was sitting beside him in a tank top that showed off her arms and quite a lot of her tits while her paw rested inches from his crotch.

He subtly took a breath, trying to master his hormonal body. Bea had invited him into her home. She was a trusted family friend. The idea of sleeping with her - of feeling her curves, of seeing her at her most intimate, at finding out how she tasted - was definitely not... It went without saying that...

Robert wasn't sure who leaned in first. All he knew was that when he indulged the stupid, sad, horny part of his brain that wanted more contact that a pat on the leg, he found that Bea, whatever was going through her own head, was doing the very same. They met in the middle, in a kiss.

He tensed, his heart pounding. Her lips were soft... and warm. So warm. He could feel a beautiful warmth from her entire body, so intoxicatingly close, begging him to get closer.

He did. Robert leaned into the kiss, arms moving to embrace her. He was working up the nerve to use tongue when Bea pulled back suddenly.

Her breath was hot against his face. "We... we probably shouldn't."

Robert felt his heart sink, but she was right. "Y-yeah."

"Small town. Word spreads quickly. Wouldn't be proper."

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Robert wondered why she hadn't pulled away.

Then Bea ran her powerful hands up his back, and his heart picked up again.

"But... we're all alone out here. So who gives a shit about what is or isn't proper?"

Robert smiled. "Yeah! Yeah..."

"Tell you what..." Bea nodded past him, to the end of the couch. "You're an adult. You're capable of making your own decisions. So if you think this is a bad idea, you just lie down there, and I'll go to bed, and tomorrow we'll pretend this didn't happen." She smirked. "But if you want this... if you want me..."

Robert kissed her hard.

Bea returned it, matching his energy, before breaking it again. "Well, alright..."

Then, without warning, she shoved him. Robert landed on his back and Bea crawled over him, pinning him by the wrists.

"But it's rude to interrupt a lady while she's talking." Her sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light. "Am I gonna have to teach you a lesson in manners?"

"Always willing to learn."

"Heh. C'mere, fluff..."

She lowered herself onto him, lips on lips, hips on hips. Robert moaned quietly and let her tongue explore him. His hands went right for her ass, which he knew was a transparently college-boy move, but he couldn't help himself. She outweighed him considerably, but having her on top of him wasn't uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Bea knew what she was doing, judging from how she was pressing down on his hardening dick in exactly the right way...

Robert closed his eyes and savoured it all. Bea kissed him and stroked him and gave him the silent but very strong impression that she was going to take good, good care of him all night. His whole body shivered at that, with a particular twitch of his gently trapped cock. This was a uniquely delicious moment, where he was enjoying the feeling of her lips and fur and ass while thrilling at all the possibilities of the coming hou-

The spell was finally broken by a loud, unwelcome sound. One of the logs in the fire cracked, making Robert's ears shoot up. They both tensed, breaking the kiss, but when no scandalized neighbors kicked down the door to drag them off each other, they shared a mischievious smile.

"Bedtime," said Bea, and it was clear she didn't mean they should stop. "I'm gonna put out the fire and lock up. You're gonna go upstairs and wait for me on my bed. Naked. Got that?"

"Yeah," breathed Robert. "Got it..."

With one last, ferocious kiss, she slapped his rear and sent him on his way.

Robert took his bag upstairs, easily finding Bea's spacious bedroom. It had its own heater and an absolutely huge bed with thick, soft sheets of silky black material. He idly ran his fingers along it, musing about how he was about to become very familiar with how it felt.

He knew better than to waste time, though. He quickly set up shop in the en suite bathroom, preparing himself as best he could. When he peeled off his boxers, he wasn't surprised to see pre-cum. The gap since his last time with Jennifer, coupled with the thrill of getting fucked by someone like Bea, meant that his body was maybe the most aroused it had been all year.

She had given him clear instructions, and he followed them. Soon, he was sitting on her bed, facing the door, legs spread. He considered jerking off a little to make sure he stayed hard, but that wouldn't be an issue. Hearing her stomp around downstairs, waiting in heart-pounding anticipation for what was come next, was all the stimulation he needed.

After a blissfully painful eternity, he heard those heavy footsteps on the stairs. Then, the hallway. Then, right outside...

Bea opened the door, took in his naked body, and smiled. "Well, now. There's a view worth admiring."

"Th-thanks," said Robert, trying not to blush. Jennifer had never said anything like that.

She shut the door behind her, her eyes never leaving him. "Yeah, that'll do real nice... Well! About time I do the same."

With that, she began to strip in front of him. Robert was rapt - it was very fun to watch. It was quick, too. Soon, her tank top, pants, and underwear were all tossed into a nearby hamper.

Seeing his neighbour naked, Robert's first reaction - aside from the obvious stirring of his cock - was a kind of quiet amazement at how different people looked.

Jennifer was a doe, tall and delicate like he was. A good match, at least physically. (Only physically, it turned out.) Nothing about Bea was delicate. Thick arms and thicker thighs. A round, soft belly and tits to match, topped with nipples as dark as her eyes. The fur around her crotch was wild, like an untamed forest, but he still saw more than enough to get his blood pumping.

As though reading his mind, she gave him a big grin. "That's right, boy. I'll make you forget all about that skinny bitch."

He didn't need further invitation. He crossed the room and met her in another kiss.

He felt Bea's strong, clawed hands roam his body. It was fun and arousing and almost comforting to let himself be explored like this, gladly letting her touch everything from the tips of his ears to his cotton tail (and lower, of course...) The courtesy went both ways, too. He took two handfuls of her warm, heavy breasts, and felt his arousal spike, both from the sensation itself and the freedom to explore them as much as he wanted.

Bea had other plans, though. "Didn't I tell you to wait on the bed?" she said, breaking the kiss to grin at him playfully. She steered him right back to where he had come from, settling him on the mattress. "That's it... Keep those legs spread, like a good boy, while I get a closer look..."

Those powerful hands went right for his dick. Robert sighed softly as she knelt in close, her fingers on his shaft, her palm gently cupping his balls.

"Yeah..." One hand leisurely travelled up and down his length, jerking him off in slow motion. "I can definitely work with this..."

His breath hitched when she leaned in and planted a kiss on his tip. His dick twitched, settling against her cute black nose.

"So?" she smirked. "What should we do first?"

Robert took in the sight of his neighbour, kneeling, naked, caressing his cock, and had to convince himself he wasn't dreaming. "Uh... Up to you...!"

"Good answer. In that case-"

Casually, mid-sentence, Bea guided him into her mouth.

"Mmngh, fuck...!" He watched her lips wrap around his cock, and felt every second of it. Half his dick disappeared into her maw, soon greeted by her tongue. Robert squirmed on the bed, but tried not to move too much. He wanted to just sit there and let her do what she pleased.

For a while, the room was quiet. The only noises were Robert's loud breathing and the soft, wet sound of Bea sucking him off. With one hand, she kept a firm grip on his waist; with the other, she played with his balls and the base of his shaft. She was becoming very familiar with him very quickly.

Robert leaned his head back, eyes closed. Everything about this, from the physical sensations to the promise of a whole night of nude fun, was winding him up quickly. Was Bea really just getting started? His cock twitched. Did she expect him to return the favor by going down on her? He twitched again. He had at least come out of that stupid relationship with some practice there, so maybe he'd really impress Bea if he got between her thighs and-

An especially hard twitch, joined by an embarrassing noise escaping Robert's mouth, made Bea detach her own. "Easy there..."

"S-sorry."

"No, no. We both got a little carried away. I only wanted a quick taste, but, heh..." She licked her lips, still savouring him. "Well, I liked what I found. A lot."

With an alluring grace, Bea slid her hands - her entire bulky form - up Robert's stomach and chest and shoulders until they were face to face.

"But I can tell you're about ready to burst. Have been for weeks, I'm guessing."

He chuckled. "Yeah. Guess so."

"Poor boy." Bea's paws settled on his cheeks. Her dark eyes were beautiful. "But look on the bright side. It means you're about to give me a very big, very satisfying load."

With that, she trapped him in another wet kiss. Robert could only moan gently into her fangs.

It didn't last long. Bea was soon moving past him, settling back on her bed. "Okay, no more playing around." She laid on her back, spreading her thick thighs for him. "I want you on top of me, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to cum inside me until those pretty balls of yours are dry. Got that?"

"Y-yep!"

She just grinned.

Robert followed her onto the middle of the bed. He took an moment to commit this view to memory - and get an idea of what he was about to experience. Bea's pussy was the same tasteful black as her nipples. The wild fur surrounding it brushed his shaft pleasantly as he aligned himself.

He had always doublechecked with Jennifer before penetrating her, a habit borne of consent and courtesy which had become something less healthy and more anxious. Here, there was no need. Bea had made her desires clear, and was watching him with an intent, almost hungry smile. Robert shyly smiled back.

Then he pushed in.

Bea made a low noise, like a growl but more carnal. She took a deep breath, making her tits rise, but otherwise lay still. Remained open and eager for more. Robert went slowly, but there was no doubt in either of their minds. He intended to give her everything.

He sunk in deeper, first in a straight line, then through small, experimental thrusts. His arms shook a little as they supported his weight, until Bea gathered him up and brought him closer. She guided his hands to her breasts, then held him by the shoulders. The whole time, she watched him with lidded eyes and made deep, rumbling sounds of encouragement.

"Fuck... your p... pussy feels so good..."

Robert was briefly distracted by how using a 'dirty word' in front of his neighbour was apparently more taboo to him than fucking her. The thought was soon gone from his mind. "Mmnnh... think so?"

He discovered, with a breathy sound, that Bea's pelvic muscles were as impressive as the rest of her.

That sensual smirk only grew. "I'm used to men who are a little... rougher. I'm not complaining, though." She planted a tiny kiss on his nose. "Show me how you do things, sugar..."

He did. By now, he was almost completely inside her, his entire length warmly welcomed by her walls. He laid his body down on hers, and she met him in another kiss - long, slow, comforting. Her arms wrapped around him, while still giving him ample room to pump her pussy.

The room grew quiet again. The storm intensified outside, snow blanketing the ground, and neither of them paid the slightest attention. They were fully focused on this moment, and each other. Every slow, luxurious motion.

Robert didn't feel self-conscious any more. Bea's body was warm, her arms were soothing, and her snatch felt amazing. It felt good to let go and just make love to her. Judging from the gentle way she was stroking him, she felt the exact same. Her tongue explored his mouth as one thick, clawed finger played with his tail.

Part of him wanted to stay like this all night. Demonstrate that he was an experienced, mature sexual partner. But he just wasn't. He was a pent up college kid, horny and a little heartbroken, being taken care of by someone obviously more experienced and mature than him. It was a good thing she wanted his cum, because he wasn't sure how long he could really hold out. His hips started to speed up on pure instinct, his cock finally given exactly what it had been missing.

He broke the kiss to suck in a breath through his teeth. He was fucking her now. No other word for it. He thrusted as hard and as fast as he could, feeling the soft tangle of her fur on his balls. It felt so good. So fucking good. Nearly too good. A shiver wracked his body.

Bea's hand on his cheek. Her voice in his ear. "Are you close, sugar?"

Wordless, Robert just nodded.

"Good. That's what I asked for, remember...?"

"Hah..."

"I want you to cum inside me. Can you do that for me, Robert?"

"F-fuck... I'm...!"

"Do it," she breathed. "Just let go, and show me what you can do. Cum," she said, and while her voice was calm her pussy made its demands much more forcefully. "Give it to me, sweetheart, just-"

"Haagh fuck!"

Unable to resist, Robert came.

His dick twitched rapidly, moving as much as it could while trapped in Bea's loving embrace. The first load of cum was huge. So was the second. And the third. A fourth and fifth and sixth followed, all disappearing into Bea's welcoming body, and Robert breathlessly wondered just how much he had in him. He buried his face in her fuzzy neck, moaning and shivering.

Bea was quieter, but judging by how tightly her arms were squeezing him, she was enjoying every second of this. She huffed and growled and held him tight. Inescapable. Not that he had the slightest urge to go anywhere.

It was a massive climax. The kind that leaves you helpless. All Robert could do was lie against her and feel the intense pleasure shooting up his spine. A whimper left his lips, not that he cared. No room for embarrassment. Only pleasure and release.

He stayed like that, buried to the hilt and cumming inside her, for what could have only been moments. It almost felt like an entire afternoon. Finally, his body stilled. Sweaty and satisfied.

Bea's breath was warm against his cheek. Her chest moved under him, breasts moving with it, but her core was still solid. He could probably fall asleep like this, right on top of her.

She wasn't as tired as he was, though. After a few moments, she gave him a friendly nuzzle. "Still with me, sugar?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry..."

"Nothing to be sorry for." She gave him a sweaty grin. "You did real good... Knew you would."

The sex was good. The constant praise was even better. Robert couldn't have been happier about this little indiscretion.

He pulled out, slowly, and they both got a good look at how much cum he had left inside Bea. She rumbled her approval. "Fuck, yes... Just beautiful. Thanks for that, heh."

"Thank you too." Robert laid a hand on her thigh. "For everything, I mean. This was great, and really helped me feel better."

"Awh, it's what I'm here for. Just one little thing, though..."

She leaned up, taking hold of his chin. Her grin was deliciously predatory, as was her low, sultry voice.

"What's this 'was' shit? We're only getting started."

Tired as he was, Robert felt a fresh tingle of arousal through his body. He met her in another kiss. They went from there.

It was a wonderful night. Bea had a lot of experience and Robert had a lot of spare stamina and together they were able to explore some interesting positions. She tried one or two things she had always been curious about. Robert was more than happy to follow her lead, and provide whatever she asked. He owed her that much, and more.

She was, indeed, pretty impressed by how well he could eat pussy. She made sure to praise him for that, not that she had to. The way she came all over his face made it clear enough.

Finally, they were both completely spent. But that just led to a different, more subtle pleasure. It had become increasingly clear to Robert that he probably wasn't going to be sent back to the couch, but it was still a nice feeling to find himself under the covers with Bea. Snuggled in her arms like her favourite toy.

"There..." This close, her voice was a rumble. Warm and inescapable. "Nice and cosy, aren't we?"

"Uh huh," he mumbled, lacking other words.

"Perfectly legit way to wait out a storm. Very effective, in fact..."

"Uh huh..."

Her next words came in chunks, as she spoke in between planting wet, firm kisses on his lips. "I reckon... no need to tell folks... our little secret..."

Robert gently moaned his agreement.

"But," she breathed, "next time you're home, and you're feeling a little down..."

He sighed softly as he felt a strong paw possessively squeeze his ass.

"Well, you know where to come, don'tcha?"

"Yeah," breathed Robert. "Yeah I do."

"Good," she rumbled. "Sleep well, sugar. And let's see what happens in the morning, huh?"

Robert slept very well that night. And with a huge, naked bear cuddling him tight, he wasn't cold for a moment.