FSE

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Abby was well acquainted with the infamous luxury trap, even though she had no idea what that was. A lifelong struggle to work harder and make more money so that she could afford an easier life had done nothing but throw her into a loop of sleepless nights, restless workdays, and burnt-out weekends. It never occurred to her that a constant pursuit of an easy life meant nothing if achieving it meant ruining herself daily. It was a Catch-22 if there ever was one. To rest easy, you must work hard. To be able to work hard you must rest. She combined her mind-numbing work ethic with miserly spending habits, never shedding so much as a penny on things she thought unnecessary or too expensive. It was a good thing that she was single. A husband would A.) slow her down, and B.) only end up costing her more money anyway. That didn't even consider the fact he might want to have kids. Ugh.

It was at work she thrived giving orders, making decisions, and keeping the flow going. She was a coffee guzzling machine, capable of downing the most electric americano in a matter of minutes if only to keep her going for an hour or two. At the mere hint of a crash she would fill another cup. It never occurred to her what damage it could be doing to her heart, or what her many nights with little to no sleep was doing to her brain. Even if she did think on it, it wouldn't have bothered her much. All was for the purpose of making more money, that way she could go home and congratulate herself on a well-earned pay. Such celebrations usually meant getting ready for the next day at work and then passing out the very first moment she was able to.

Her higher ups at work were the ones who finally put their foot down and forced her to take a vacation. No matter how much they appreciated every percent of the 110 percent that she put in, it wasn't ethical to have her working herself to death every single day. After two straight years of waiving her free week of vacation, she was mandated to go on a week hiatus that way she could finally catch some badly needed R&R. She resisted at first, but the company remained steadfast. Either take a paid vacation or your pay will be docked. Up to you.

Abby accepted bitterly. Out of pure habit she woke up that Monday and went through her entire morning routine all the way up to walking to her car when it dawned on her she was on vacation. The trip back to her house was full of bitter swears and grumbles. Every following hour was agitated over the fact that it could've been spent doing something more productive. Even when she took time to clean the house, she thought that there were better things to do. She went grocery shopping. She checked her bank account. She read a book. She even scheduled a doctor's appointment. All of that and she still couldn't shake the thought of being lazy.

Her friends were the ones who ripped her out of her funk. A text from her friend Mindy invited her and two other friends to a Skype call. The four of them hadn't been altogether in years. Since Abby was on vacation, why not get together digitally? However driven Abby was, she wasn't a monster who would shun her friends. She accepted and scheduled to meet with them via Skype that afternoon.

Abby's desktop was in her office where she performed all her work from home. There was a plain black rolly chair behind a large wooden desk where she would sit all day typing away emails and important documents. Now she could finally look forward to some quality discussion with her friends and not have to worry about work, or at least she would try. As it had for entirety of her vacation so far, the absence of labor lingered in the back of her mind like a black cloud of funk. So used to doing work and nothing else at her computer, she felt weird wearing her casual house clothes. A tight blue tank top that exposed a great deal of her buxom cleavage wasn't quite something she was used to wearing in front of a webcam. At least it couldn't see the black leggings that clung to the vivacious swell of thigh and ass.

She spent time in front of the camera with her image on screen adjusting her long auburn hair and making sure she looked nice. While she fell short of wearing makeup, she did spend that entire morning going through an even more rigorous round of skin care than her usual routine. Finally came the familiar [i]do-dooo do-dooo-dooo-dooo[/i] of a Skype call ringing out of her speakers. A notification popped up on the bottom right of her monitor. In it was the name MINDY, her profile image, a green phone, and a red phone.

Abby clicked the green phone. Skype opened a window that expanded across her screen. In it was her friend Abby's pale cherubic face, short blonde hair, and thick glasses. Abby's image shrank into a small box in the corner. Both faces lit up with bright smiles once they saw each other.

“[i]Heeeeeeeey![/i]" they both said in unison.

“How are you?" Abby asked.

“I'm great! How are you?"

“Oh I'm good. Vacation's-“ [i]driving me up the fucking wall[/i] “-great! It's fun being lazy for once."

“Oh, I bet. I know how hard you work. You earned it."

“Yeah! Thanks."

“Hold on. Lemme invite Janet and Tanya." Mindy leaned her face up to her screen and squinted. Abby could see her image in the reflection of Mindy's glasses. A few seconds later she called their other two friends who showed up seconds later.

Another round of “[i]Heeeeeeeeeey![/i]"

Janet and Tanya appeared below Mindy's window, forming a stack of three images with Mindy on top, Janet in the middle, and Tanya at the very bottom. Janet was the oldest of the four with natural gray hair that she wore in a bun. Tanya had curly red hair that spilled down to her shoulders and flanked a pale white face swarming with freckles. Both newcomers wore great big smiles at the sight of the others.

“Hey, how are you?" asked one woman.

“I'm great, how about you?" responded another.

It was the beginning of a chain of hello's that lasted well over a minute. Once it was out of the way they finally started reconnecting in earnest. Abby talked about her vacation, Mindy her own job and family, Janet her recent break in acting, and Tanya her children. It followed a simple pattern of one person mentioning something about their life, going on about it and answering questions, then allowing the next person to do the same. It was a sequence Abby didn't mind in the slightest. Seeing and hearing her friends laugh and doing it with them was the most cathartic thing she had experienced in a while. Her every chuckle was like a weight of stress off her shoulders. For the first time since her vacation started, she had completely forgotten about work. There were only the girls she had to pay any mind to, and that made her happy.

[i]Boo-Ding![/i]

Abby's cellphone went off in her pocket with a ring and a buzz. The other women heard it. “What was that?" Mindy asked.

“Sorry, I got an email," Abby said.

“It's not work, I hope," Tanya said, heavily implying that if it was, she should ignore it.

Unfortunately, it was. Abby didn't need to check it to know. The Boo-Ding! ringtone was one she had specifically applied for emails coming from someone saved as a contact. It went off on an hourly basis whenever she was at work or at home on a weekday. Its silence during her vacation was one of the other things that bothered her. It was like a New Yorker who was used to the constant hum of a civilization going on outside. Moving out to the more placid country made it hard to sleep.

Her immediate instinct was to draw it from her pocket and check who it was. [i]No. You're talking to your friends. Leave it alone.[/i] “I don't think it is. It can wait either way."

Tanya smiled. “Good. Anyway…" She trailed off on whatever subject she was talking about. Abby couldn't focus on it thanks to the distraction her email was causing. Maybe it was important.

[i]No! Stop it![/i] She smiled and nodded along with what Tanya was saying. Hopefully it was enough to convince them that she was listening. Her hand was inching its way up her thigh and towards her pocket. Every instance where she was able to stop it was followed by another short creep closer. Her fingertips slid into her pocket. She was screaming at herself mentally by this point. [i]Stoooop! You're on vacation! You're friends will see you![/i]

But the email was still there in her inbox, unread, perhaps waiting for her input on something important. She could already read the opening line: [i]We're very sorry. We know it's your vacation, but we *need* your help on this. Reply whenever you can![/i] Whenever you can meaning ASAP.

Abby tapped her finger on the bulge her phone made in her pants. If she couldn't get away with reading the email on her phone, then maybe she could open it on her computer. If she kept the mouse clicks quiet, they might not notice. Her hand left her pants for her mouse. The inner demands to stop what she was doing still echoed, albeit not as convincingly now. She reached the point of no return by minimizing the Skype window and clicking open her browser. She listened carefully for any sign that her friends were on to her. To be safe, she reopened the Skype window, shrank it into a box, then dragged it to the edge of her monitor so that it would remain locked to the side of the screen, that way she could still watch her friends and listen to their conversation more closely. She performed the same thing on her browser window on the opposite side of the screen.

Great. Now she could check her email. She opened her account and checked her inbox. There was a single unread message from a friend of hers from work. There was no subject. A single .jpeg file titled Image.jpg was attached. Now what could that be? It couldn't have been anything important, not when there wasn't a subject attached. She hovered her cursor over to it. Maybe it was a cheeky “We Miss You" e-card or something. If it was-

“[i]Oh my God![/i]" Abby recoiled backwards in her chair and slapped her hand over her mouth. The wheels beneath her squealed on the hardwood floor.

It scared the shit out of her friends whose conversation was cut dead immediately. “What's wrong? What is it?" Janet asked.

“You alright?" asked Mindy. The concern was writted on all three of their faces.

“Yeah! Sorry, sorry. I just got an email." Abby said. [i]Why the fuck did she send me this??? Is this some kind of prank?[/i]

“You said it could wait!" Tanya protested.

“I know. I know. Sorry, I just wanted to check who it was from." Her widened eyes were locked on the image in front of her, disgusted as well as fascinated.

“What is it?" Mindy asked. “Is everything OK?"

“Yeah. I'm fine. It's just…" How the hell was she supposed to tell them what it was she was looking at? It was blown across the left half of her monitor, blanketing out everything else with its revolting presence. There, bright and garish for Abby to gawk at, was an up-close shot of a woman's vagina. It was a vertical slit of parted pink flesh cut into a swath of brown fur. Between the apex of its top corner was a fat pink pearl coddled in a glistening hood. The meat surrounding the vulva was puffy and thick. A thin sheen of arousal clung to the many hairs, flattening them into the skin.

It was unlike anything Abby had seen before, in that it wasn't a [i]woman's[/i] vagina per se. It was that of a female, for sure, but not a human. Surrounding that pit of hot girl flesh was a plain of soft brown fur. The image encompassed enough of the subject's crotch to show the crease where her thighs and pelvis connected. All of it was covered in fur, yet it maintained a humanoid shape. It reminded Abby of those weird furry costumes she saw people dressed up in on the internet sometimes. This, however, was far too real to be a suit of any kind. Photoshop, maybe, but even then, it was at a level or realism she didn't think was possible through editing alone. It had to be real, but however the woman being pictured accomplished such a feat was beyond her.

“What is it?" asked one of her friends again. She didn't notice which one it was; she was too focused on the vulva in front of her.

[i]Should I tell them?[/i] “A friend just sent me a picture."

“Of what?"

“Well… It looks like… Oh God… Something lewd."

That only stoked their curiosities further. “I hope it's not a naked picture!"

“It is. It's just a picture of a woman's vagina." She couldn't stop herself from saying it. It just rolled out of her as casually as her saying what she had for breakfast that morning.

“Oh my God," uttered Mindy. “Why?"

Abby shook her head while still keeping her jade eyes homed in on the image's clit. It was like a tiny pearl of sensitive flesh teasing Abby into touching it. “I don't know."

“Who sent it?" asked Tanya.

“A friend." Abby wasn't blinking anymore. An expression of intense scrutiny rode her face. The disgust she had felt was gone, replaced by… something else, something she didn't know if she liked. She leaned back in her chair and blew out her cheeks. It was getting hot inside of her shirt. A shade of red tinted her cheeks. “Is it hot in here?" she asked.

“Abby, we're not there," Janet said, concern growing. “Are you OK?"

Abby ran her hand down her mouth. “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just… having a hot flash I think." But this wasn't any ordinary hot flash. Every moment she looked at the vulva was an added degree of heat to her face. Excitement was bubbling inside of her gut and boiling over into her loins. An ache settled into her nethers, making her thighs squeeze together. “Fuck… I'm… Oh my God."

“Abby. Drink some water," Mindy urged. “Your face is blood red."

“Are you that hot?" asked Tanya.

Yes, and it was still getting worse. She squirmed in her seat. Her legs opened and closed automatically. The growing ache in her womanhood bowed her back into a slight arch. She had to grab the crotch of her leggings and pull them off her pussy to ease the growing discomfort. To her dismay, the fabric was absolutely soaked. A wet spot was growing across her crotch and spreading down the inside of her thigh. She could only feel how big it was; she was too busy staring at that beautiful- yes, beautiful, exquisite -cunt presented in front of her.

Her mouth fell open into a pant. The toes in her socks began to curl. Her thighs opened to their widest angle, begging for attention. Breath escalating, nipples perking, she couldn't wait any longer. She stood up from the chair by only a few inches and hastily wiggled her pants down to her thighs. The waistband whispered down the pompous bloat of her ass cheeks, bringing her white panties down with them. She plopped back down in her seat, leaned back, and jammed her middle finger into her pussy.

Her friends were appalled. “[i]Abby![/i]"

“[i]What re you doing![/i]"

“Oh my God…"

Abby was dimly aware of the atrocity she was committing, but her mind had been usurped by the fat pussy in front of her. The three looks of revulsion were blurred out of her perception along with everything else in the office. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and growled. “[i]Nnnnnnnnnn…[/i]" Her finger went to work, dipping and hooking around her clit at a furious pace. While her friends couldn't see it directly, they saw the jerk of her elbow and heard the constant [i]skwish[/i] of her pussy being churned. “[i]Huhhh… Oh God! Mmmmm… Fuck![/i]" The pleasure was white hot, something like the cusp of an orgasm that rode itself out just short of climaxing. Her entire body bucked and squirmed in her chair, rattling her ass into the backrest and against the armrests. She jutted her crotch out in front of her, bearing it into the assault of her finger. The black leather below was absolutely soaked in her juices, the smell of which sizzled her nose and only furthered her intense arousal.

Her mortified friends were still appalled but couldn't stop watching. Like Abby was with the vagina on her screen, they simply couldn't look away. There was some bizarre majesty in the way Abby fingered herself. It was as vicious as it was refined. Listening to her voice escalate into a wild series of moans wasn't what they had expected to encounter during the Skype call, but it was keeping their attention now.

Abby's head fell back into the headrest. Her eyes closed with the image burned in her brain. Her legs, still partially wearing her leggings, were spread out and lying on top of the armrests. The vulva on her computer was no longer a 2D image, but a full-fledged woman replete with breasts and ass similar to her own. By some inexplicable intellect she knew that the vagina in question belonged to that of a bear, not a wild one, but a bear in the form of a human, an anthro. She saw herself intertwined with the beast, holding each other tightly, swapping tongues and groping intimates. Abby would pile onto her, applying her crotch onto the bear's and scissoring with all her might.

That was until scissoring transformed into fucking. She was no longer Abby, or a woman, or a human, even. She was a lumbering grizzly bear like the one she made love to, only now she was a rearing bull whose fat bear cock laid claim to her partner's womb in a series of fur-thrashing thrusts. Amidst her ursine fantasy, she grabbed her own breasts and fondled it. What had been a flow of juices from her cunt was not a slew of musty pheromones that flooded her office and furthered her blistering arousal. “[i]Yes! Yes! Huhhhh! Fuck! Huhhhh![/i]" She imagined the hand on her breast to be a heavily padded bear paw sprouting a quintet of sharp claws. A nubby bear tail wiggled atop her butt like a cherry on a sundae. A grizzly hump rose from between her shoulder blades and a snout like a champion's sprouted from her face.

All of that and more was happening in front of her friends' very eyes.

It was subtle at first. They saw Abby's height rise from her chair by a few inches. They wrote it off as her scooting her back up the backrest. Then they noticed her outwardly expanding hips, her spreading shoulders, and bloating belly. The hand on her tit got bonier and beefier. The details on her face grew more distinct as the skin seemed to sink into her skull. It was when a thin layer of auburn fur began to grow from her skin that some severe alarm bells started to ring.

“Abby! What's happening?" pleaded Mindy. Her furious masturbation suddenly didn't seem as jarring now that they saw her turning into something else.

Abby's eyes fell open, revealing a pair of brown irises made fierce by a growing fire behind them. She looked down and saw what was happening. The chair was sinking beneath her weight. She had swallowed most of the seat with her thighs pressing into the armrests. Most alarming was the sudden increase in hair across her body. What had been a clean plain of skin was now awash in a thin but rapidly growing layer of brown fur. Panic trampled in her chest, throwing her already pounding heart into a frenzy. Terrified pants heaved her chest. A look at her hand showed a massive mitt with thick, bony fingers and nails turning into hooked claws. Before her very eyes she lost her hands, and in their place were a pair of hunky paws.

“[i]No! No no no no no![/i]" Her sudden fantasy of being a bear was just that, a fantasy. Seeing it spread across her body was terrifyingly surreal and uncomfortable. For the first time she noticed a phalanx of sensations stabbing across her body. Her spine was telescoping out into a taller, sturdier trunk of segmented bone. Her swollen rump was filling out like a bag having sand poured into it. Heavy, powerful muscles were weaving themselves across her skeleton like roadways being paved through the countryside. Her growing claws felt like someone trying to tug her nails out of her fingertips. The omnidirectional growth of bear fur was akin to someone pumping air underneath her skin to make every single follicle burst to life.

At last came the birth of her snout. “[i]Aaaah![/i]" An invisible hook jammed itself into her palate and began pulling at her medulla. Her nose and upper teeth streeeeeeeeeetched their way out of her skull to form a long, heavy snout. The tip of her nose rounded into a fat lump of charcoal with two symmetrical notches. The teeth lining her jaws sharpened into points, each one feeling as though a platoon of pliers were trying to extract them at once.

With the great stretch of her bones came the polish and removal of many other bodily features. Her ears shortened into a pair of small fuzzy saucers on the flanks of her head. Her belly rounded out and swelled her shirt taut. The leggings around her thighs made a terrible ripping sound as they finally met their limits with her unstoppable bloating. Her formally gorgeous breasts sank back into her chest, flattening out into a burly pair of man-pecs. Most striking was the sudden burst of more arousal in her loins, this time in the form of her clitoris peeking its way out of her slit.

She dared to look down. Before her was a blue shirt ripping across her belly which obscured most of her lap. The fur had achieved its undercoat and was finally blossoming into the softer, fluffier outer layer. Making her wild eyes go round was the sight of something poking out from beneath her belly. It was thin and pink at first, no bigger than her index finger. Then it grew and grew into a shape she dreaded to recognize: a penis. What had been the knob of her clit was now shaping itself into a heavy set of glans. Skin was wrapping itself around her growing shaft to create a foreskin. Blue veins rose to the surface, creating a set of thick rivers. Her length stretched and stretched and stretched, creating a cannon of masculinity unlike she had ever seen even in photographs. Lastly came her testicles, born from the reassignment of her ovaries and their gradual growth and replacement inside of a fat, fuzzy man pouch.

Abby stood up from her chair. It stayed locked around her ass as the sides of her thighs ballooned out from inside the armrests. The steady creation of her penis was mesmerizing. Its weight was incredible. Ebbing through it was a sensation of power more incredible than what any muscle of hers could create. An overwhelming sense of accomplishment inflated her chest and made her cock flex. With the final stages of her rebirth complete, she realized that her horniness had never left her. The eight-foot grizzly bear, clad in only the tatters of blue shirt, looked back up at the computer screen and saw the flesh of a mate in heat. Flanking it were three faces utterly horrified by what they saw, but Abby didn't give a shit. She was too horny.

She wrapped her huge bear paw around her dick and started stroking it. What would've have been moans and whimpers were now heavy grunts and growls. Her teeth gritted hard while her fist pumped across an entire foot of rock-hard masculinity. Steam beat through her nostrils. Her clenching buttocks sent waves rolling through her fur and flesh, making the chair fly off her and slam into the drywall. Her friends could see very well what was happening now. The three of them stared down the barrel of what was a terrific breeding tool that triggered their own individual arousals.

With a mighty roar Abby let go of her first ursine climax. The first rope slammed into the very center of her monitor, knocking it backwards on its stand and nearly cracking the screen. Bliss echoed across her cock and balls as her thick cockvein collapsed and then burst repeatedly, each time releasing a wad of musty bear seed so potent that it made Abby's new bear nose twitch. Only when the last spit of cum left her did she let go of her cock, letting it go limp and retreat into her foreskin. Heavy breaths beat through her open maw, a sign of her burning after glow.

Some sense came back to her, and she realized what she had done. Her monitor was scooted back several inches on her desk. Splats of white ichor drooled down the screen, creating a pretty rainbow effect around the splooge's edges. More of it was whipped across her desk and floor in a series of thin whips and crescents. The smell of it hung in the air alongside her new assortment of dense bear musk which radiated from the base of her ballsack. After she left, the smell would remain for some time.

Looking at the Skype window, Abby realized that she had been kicked out of the call. Frankly, she wasn't surprised. She noticed how much smaller the room looked now. Her huge bear paw could've covered the computer screen and the top of her desk came to her mid-thigh. There was her giant belly to account for, and the thick, flaccid member which swung between her legs. Her breasts were gone, replaced by a set of pectorals like cinderblocks. Muscles bigger than what even the strongest of strongmen had bulged her arms from the shoulder down to her wrists. She noticed that her socks were nothing but a pair of fabric cuffs around her ankles. Claws the size of butter knives sprouted from her toes.

[i]Well, no point in keeping these.[/i] She carefully peeled off the rest of her clothes. That left her completely bare, as God intended for such a creature. She looked out the window. It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining full force through her office window. Her ear twitched at the sound of a bird singing. She looked around at her thoroughly damaged office. What was she doing here still? This wasn't a place for a bear. There was the call of the wild drawing her outside. She was loathe to ignore it.

Abby walked through her house to the backdoor. Attempts at getting her fat furry fingers around the knob eventually had her resort to punching the fucking thing out off its hinges. She stepped into the warm sunlight. At once there was a flood of smells and sounds. A freshly cut lawn, crisp and damp, lingered two lots down from her. Baby birds beckoned their mother for worms in a nearby branch. A bog of humus and fungi illuminated the surrounding forest. The whoosh of a nearby car was like the rumble of thunder. She took a deep breath, absorbing all of it at once. No more work. No more hustle. No more stress. Such things were unfit for a bear. She didn't have to put her mind to anything else anymore.

Except there was one more thing that bothered her. Amongst the soup of smells was one that stood out like a skyscraper, knifing its way into her mind and obliterating thought. Sharp and dry, it urged her to whiff the air deeper, twitching her black bear nose in its direction. With a flex of her penis, she realized what it was: a mate in heat. She stormed off into the forest, leaving a life of stress and heartache behind her, barreling towards new love.

She sprinted on through the trees, blurring them past her as she stomped on her two furry feet. The smell was getting thicker and thicker with each step. Her mouth started to water. Her flopping penis was getting stiff again. [i]Faster, faster, FASTER![/i] She had to get there before a rival did. She had do sow her seed. She had to-

Abby came to a skittering stop on her heels. Bursting out of the throng of trees was the source of her attraction. It was another bear, a female grizzly, tall and standing on two legs. She was fantastically plump and healthy. Rotund breasts and bombastic hips stood out to create a Rubenesque silhouette. Her hair was an oddly familiar shade of brown, one light enough to glimmer in the curtain of gold that bled from the tree canopy. Abby couldn't see it, but the bear's womanhood was a burning swamp of arousal, one that Abby had caught several hundred yards away when she had left her house.

The bear smiled. “Hi, Abby."

Abby jolted. “H-Hi." Even more bizarre was the sound of a man's voice coming out of her maw. “Who are you?"

The bear blushed. “Well, believe it or not, it's me, Mary." It took Abby a moment. “You know, your friend."

“[i]Mary![/i]" She looked up and down her best friend's grizzly thick frame. “What happened to you? And to me?"

“Well, funny story. Turns out you can really influence a person through images. Hypnotize someone with the anatomy of a certain animal and they'll turn into it." She laughed. “Kinda learned that the hard way myself."

“So that was your picture you sent?"

Mary opened her legs to show her loins. “Look familiar?"

Abby recognized it at once. Sitting between Mary's thighs, hot and pink, was the same vulva Abby had seen on her computer screen. Her cock, once again at full staff, bounced with a single flex.

Mary blushed harder. “I see you got a whiff of me."

Abby realized how hard she was staring and blushed too. “Y-yeah… Sorry. I didn't-“

“[i]Shhhhhhhh.[/i]" Mary strode up to her, whispering the insides of her thighs together in a sensual series of struts. She came within a foot of Abby and her throbbing bear cock. Their conjoined aromas were enough to knock a human on their ass. “I wanted you to smell it. I sent you that image for a reason, you know." And then Mary kissed her.

There was no time for passion or foreplay. The very instant their fleshes met, Abby went into overdrive. She clamped her lips to Mary's and pulled her into a crushing embrace. Their tongues flicked and sparred in each other's maw, sending slaver to the dry earth below. Abby humped her cock forward wildly, bouncing it off Mary's cunt. Mary fell backwards on her butt and laid herself on her back. Abby came down with her, mouth still locked with her partner, desperately trying to slide inside.

A single guiding paw from Mary Achieved it. Hot wet velvet encased Abby's manhood. She fucked her hard, grinding Mary's plump backside into the leaves below. Abby's tremendous orbs came crashing down with each thrust, sending shockwaves through Mary's fur and flesh. They both moaned and grunted loudly, announcing to the forest their violent love affair. A deafening roar rippled through the trees as their orgasms found them, slamming their ecstasies headlong into each other. Abby spat her seed into Mary's love chamber, claiming it with her potent fecundity. Even as the last pearl spat out of her, Abby wasn't done. She continued rutting her mate, determined to unload her every drop. Mary accepted them all graciously, blessing her mate with several climaxes of her own and guaranteeing a future full of more bears.

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