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This was not something he had done for nearly a decade! He sat hunched over in the small basin of bubbling water and scowled. A deep rumbling in his chest growled upward through his throat and he blinked, staring at the pedestal across the room. The rose settled upon it mocked him. Only a few months left.

Another downpour of hot, bubbly water washed over him and he flexed his claws against the copper basin he sat naked within. He wanted to snarl and snap, wanted to snap that damn coatrack in half!

A click-click-clicking caught his attention and his blue eyes turned to the candelabra jumping up onto the stool beside the basin.

“Tonight is the night!" Lumiere said as he grinned with the same excitement Beast was supposed to feel.

Another bucket washed over him, pushing his long fur atop his head forward over his eyes. He licked at the warmth at his lips instinctively and reached up to pull the brown tresses away from his face. “I'm not sure I can do this," he said, glancing again to the rose, then down at his fat, round belly.

“You don't have time to be timid!" the candelabra said and pressed one of his candle-hands to the main stem of his chest. “You must be bold! Daring!"

“Bold," Beast echoed and set his palms against the edge of the tub again. “Daring!" He lifted himself out of the water and shook himself from head to toe in the same way he'd dried himself whenever his fur had gotten wet in the past. He instantly regretted it as he felt every strand of fur on his body stand straight up.

He stood upright and stepped out of the tub, ignoring the soaked candelabra on the floor. He strode past him, his feet slapping wetly against the tiled flooring of the chamber.

“There will be music," Lumiere said without missing a beat. “Romantic candle light!" Beast was acutely aware of the candelabra exhaling, no doubt re-igniting his wicks as he did. “Provided by myself."

As he sat down in front of the vanity, the cursed coatrack stepped forward and started to quickly wrap a towel around his midsection. Beast lifted his arms out of the way and stared down at his bulging pecs and rounding middle. The towel covered them quickly and shimmied over him, rubbing him dry with more speed and less gentleness than Beast would have liked from a lowly servant. But it would be worth it, he reminded himself.

“And when the moment is right," Lumiere said as the towel rubbed over Beast's rump and sheathe, “You will confess your love!"

“Yes," the beast agreed. “I co-c…" He stared at his reflection and doubt filled his heart. He was a monster. An animal. She would run away. Or worse, laugh at him. “No!" he said and cast his eyes downward to the top of the vanity and his belly rubbing against it. He lifted his enormous hands and rubbed the rounded midsection, a nervous habit he'd acquired in the months since Belle had arrived. “I can't…"

“You care for the girl, don't you?"

The coatrack cut him off, shoving combs into his hair and snipping away. If Beast weren't suddenly so occupied with the future, with what this night would hold, he would have indeed snapped the thing in two. “More than anything!" he said, looking at Lumiere's reflection in the vanity mirror.

“Well you must tell her!" Lumiere said. As the coatrack stepped back, the candelabra's voice heightened and he called out “Viola! You look so… so…." It trailed off again and Beast knew why.

“Stupid," he finished, starign at the reflection of a monstrous animal with a curly beard and elegant curls on either side of his head that may have looked… decent on any other French noble, but on him it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen. Belle would laugh at him before he even tried to confess his love.

“Not quite what we were looking for," Lumiere agreed. “Perhaps a little more off the top?"

A sharp yank drew Beast's head back and he arched his back to follow the tug. He stared at the scissor blades looming overhead, then snapped upright again as the coatrack went snip-snip-snipping away!

“Hem hem hem!" Cogsworth's voice called from the doorway behind him. Beast's blood ran cold and he closed his blue eyes. “Your lady awaits!" the butler finished.

“We must get you dressed!" Lumiere exclaimed. “Hurry now!"

With a groan, Beast stood away from the vanity and strode to a wardrobe nearby that opened up to reveal dark slacks, a button down white shirt and an elegant blue coat. As he stared inward, the coatrack pulled his hair back and tied it into a tail, as was fairly normal for nobles and people with any decency.

“But what about my gut?" he asked, staring down at his round middle. “I don't think it'll fit."

“Probably not," Lumiere said and hummed thoughtfully. “Ah! Belle has seen it plenty hasn't she? You locked her away in this castle when it was barely showing!"

Grumblin, Beast nodded and started to pull the clothing onto his large body with the help of the furniture nearby. Surprisingly, it all fit rather nicely. Not too tight, but not too loose. Even the shirt and vest contoured perfectly around his belly and tucked into his trousers comfortably.

“I had the spinning wheel and the wardrobes work day in and day out to make sure it fit just right for this occasion!" Lumiere said. “Now hurry! Mustn't keep our guest waiting!" The candelabra ushered Beast toward the open door out into the corridor. He hopped frantically along toward the door that led to the main ballroom ahead, barely glancing over his candlesticks to see if Beast followed.

With a moment's apprehension, Beast rushed after his confidante. He stopped in the doorway and his jaw fell open as music graced his pointed ears and across the stairway, Belle descended like an angel from on high.

She was wearing a dress of pure gold, a brilliant fabric that brought out her pale skin and silky brown hair. It hung loosely off her shoulders and the bodice clung tightly to her bust and slender waist. Beneath the corset, the dress blossomed outward, swaying like clouds in a gentle breeze with her every movement.

“Go!" Lumiere whispered.

Beast glanced down as if he couldn't not understand, then it clicked and he straightened his back. Folding an arm across his chest, he descended the stairs like a gentleman, or at least what he was told a gentleman looked like.

Belle stopped where the two staircases joined and smiled up at him. The awe, the love he saw in her eyes made his muzzle spread wide in a happy grin. Beast's heart fluttered in his chest and he bowed low. Her dress barely ruffled as she returned the curtsy.

In the dining room, he heard Mrs. Potts begin singing, her voice amplified by the acoustics of the hall's architecture. Music! Romantic candlelight! Beast cleared his throat and offered his guest his broad arm. Without a second thought, her tiny hand gloved in the same gold as her dress settled on his arm.

He led her down into the dining room, his heart pounding in his chest as they made their way out into the middle of the empty floor. He turned, taking her to one side of the long dining table set with delicious smelling food and pulled her chair out for her. She again curtsied and took her seat.

Beast strode to the other side and settled himself down. He peered down at the bowl of soup in front of him and scowled. He had made a fool of himself the first time he had attempted to eat soup in front of Belle. What luck, that the cooks would prepare it for their appetizer…

Then she was there, taking his hands. He lifted his eyes to her and she offered a kind smile. He gently closed his paws around her hands and most of her arms. She didn't seem to notice, only pulling him to his feet.

As he stood, Belle flitted across the floor, rushing with him toward the enormous ballroom, lit by many dozens, if not hundreds of candles and accented by the massive wall of windows letting in the gentle moonlight.

As they neared the center of the ballroom, Belle stopped and turned to face him. Her tiny hands guided his left paw into the air and she placed her hand against the rough pad in the middle. She guided the other to her waist, unphased by the fact his paw completely encircled her corseted middle.

She smiled up and him and stepped against his hefty belly. As he gulped down his nervousness, she took a step and for the moment took the lead for them. Her eyes never left his own. He knew that even though his own hues darted at her dainty feet and his large paws, she was smiling up at him with the adoration she'd found for him.

As Mrs. Potts' singing grew into a crescendo, Beast heard Lumiere's words in the back of his mind. Be bold! Daring! He wasn't impressing Belle by letting her lead. He smiled down at her and pulled her to stop if only for a moment. It was long enough for her to take the hint, though. The orchestra, hidden in some nook of the ballroom, started into the music with a renewed energy as Beast took the lead and began to step and dance with Belle, nearly as fluidly as the small woman.

His confidence grew and in no time, they were frolicking in time with the music, turning and bounding across the floor. Beast gently extended his left arm and Belle twirled away from him. Her dress billowed out in all directions then gently twisted and resettled against herself as she stepped against him once more.

Beast repositioned his hands where they needed to be and Belle stepped against his impressive size once more. She smiled wordlessly up at him then leaned in and rested her head against his chest.

His heart leapt and his ears perked! She was cuddling with him as they danced! Of her own accord, without needing to be prompted, asked, or ordered!

As the song neared its end, the candles slowly dimmed and died, leaving them standing in the pale moonlight coming in from the windows. Slowly, their feet stilled and Beast rested his cheek against the top of her head. Belle smiled and took the lead once again. She stepped toward the tall glass door that swung itself open and Beast followed without protest.

This had been the most wonderful night of his life. A single dance that would live in his heart and memory for all time.

They walked slowly out onto the balcony to be serenaded by the music of crickets and distant croaking of toads. Belle pulled away from him long enough to seat herself upon the marble railing of the balcony and Beast sat beside her.

As her eyes met him, a nervousness sprang anew in his breast. He blinked and felt his heart stop. Now what? He looked away, searching for something, anything to talk about! They hadn't discussed this step! There was no plan! No. Be bold. Daring.

He inhaled deeply and scooted toward her slowly. “Belle?" he asked and reached down to carefully take her small hands in his own. “Are you… happy here with me?" he asked, leaning in close, as if to better hear her.

“Well yes!" she said and tilted her head to the side. She smiled again, her full lips curling as she leaned close. “I'm happier than I have been in a very long time."

His ears perked and his heart leapt again! His muzzle spread in another smile. He inhaled deeply, reveling in the faint aroma of her natural scent peeking through the soaps and perfumes. He opened his mouth to ask another question when he felt one of her hands leave his large paw.

Her gentle digits at the side of his face killed any question he might have had. Instead he froze, unsure what she was doing. Not that he didn't like her touching him. He loved her touch, her closeness.

Then she was leaning forward, brushing her lips against his own. It was an awkward kiss, but he melted into in all the same. He pursed his lips as best he could and returned the kiss as well as one might expect for someone as different as she was.

She pulled back and smiled up at him again. “I spent every day dreaming of something more than the provincial life I was living, and now… I have everything I could ever want." She leaned forward to kiss him again and nuzzle her cheek against his own.

He murred deeply and drew her up into his lap. She gasped at the movement then gave a singsong giggle as she settled her legs over one side of his legs. She reached both hands up and brushed them over his face and down along his neck. Her eyes never left his own as she carefully began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wait," he protested. “What are you-…?"

She pressed a finger to his lips and shushed him softly. “I just want to hear your heartbeat."

She unbuttoned his shirt half way down his belly then pulled it open. Her fingers ran over the soft fur of his chest, as amazed as a child with a new dog, then pressed her ear to his chest. Her warmth and the heat of her body directly against his torso made his heart beat all the harder against his ribs. He cradled her for a moment, purring as much as… whatever he was could.

She giggled as he rumbled against her, vibrating and shaking against the side of her face where she rested. She lifted her face away from him then slid from his lap. “Come…" she beckoned and started to walk backward, her tiny hands somehow maintaining their unexplainable control over him.

He followed her curiously. Now what? He glanced about for Lumiere and Cogsworth, but they were nowhere to be seen. Worry that he would make a mistake, intense stress that he would mess everything up began to fill his breast as she led him through the halls of his own castle.

Finally, she led him back to the chambers he had given her and released his hands. He stepped inside, wringing his paws nervously. She closed the door softly behind him then stepped to his side.

“Oh! Isn't that pretty?" she asked, striding to the pedestal beside her large four-poster bed upon which rested a glass dome around a glowing red rose. “I wonder if Lumiere brought it in here."

His rose? Beast stared at it for several moments and shook his head. What were they thinking? That he should tell her everything? That he should confess that she could break his curse, that this was all a ruse to return them to normal? She would be so angry with him.

“Yes," he said as he felt her hands tugging at his shirt and unbuttoning it the rest of the way. “Very pretty." He tore his eyes away from the enchanted rose when he felt her draw away his coat and shirt. He stepped out of it, leaving his torso bare to her. She stepped in front of him again and rested her hands on either side of his belly.

Her eyes stared in awe at the globe for several moments before she pulled the long gloves away. She dropped them to the floor and slowly stroked her fingers through his soft belly fur. A sudden pressure from within lanced outward and she gasped.

Her hands rushed to that spot and gently pressed to the taut hide there. “A kick!" she exclaimed and pressed her ear to the spot. As another little kick pushed against the side of her face, she giggled again and kissed gently at the bulge. “He's strong, like his daddy."

“They," Beast corrected and gently rubbed his palm over Belle's head. She smiled up at him and reached down to start removing his trousers. Again his heart skipped a beat and he looked this way and that. Now what!?

“Belle, wait," he urged. “I don't think-…"

“Is this for me?" she asked as she dropped to her knees and pulled his trousers down his thighs. Her fingers gently traced over his rapidly growing arousal.

He groaned and chewed on his tongue for several moments then stepped back and knelt down, painfully aware he was now wearing only the bow in his ponytail. “Belle, I don't think this is an appropriate end to the evening."

She smiled at him warmly then stood up, finally taller than him if only just a little. “I can think of nothing better than spending the night with you here, in my bed." She pulled him to his feet and led him to the four-poster.

He rubbed at his belly with his free hand, still not too sure what was going to happen, but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. She eased him down onto the side of the bed then stepped back.

Her hands disappeared behind herself and fidgeted with… something. Beast didn't have to wait long to find out what. Soon, her dress loosened and fell away from her, leaving her wearing only a golden corset and gossamer golden hose. Her crotch was bare. In every sense of the word.

She smiled at him as she stepped away from the puddle of expensive fabric and pressed her hands to his shoulders. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his own and trailed them up toward his pointed ears.

He felt her hot breath wash over his sensitive ears before she whispered softly. “Make love to me."

She climbed onto the bed, her nearly bare body brushing against his naked fur as she crawled into the center and laid on her back.

Beast watched her for several moments before he felt himself moving. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but as he settled himself between her spread legs and rested his heavy belly atop her corset, he was sure it felt… right!

Her fingers reached around his wide girth and curled around his engorged phallus, making his hips give an involuntary buck against her. She shook her head slowly and reached a hand up to cradle his face against her soft palm. “Please be gentle. Go slow. I-… I've never done this before. Just my fingers."

Just her fingers? He was forced to wonder what she meant for a split second that lasted an eternity. Of course. She played with herself, experimented with her body the way he had before she arrived. He licked his lips nervously and leaned down to gently nuzzle into her neck. “I will."

Her fingers pulled on him, guiding his hot tip to her damp slit. His brow creased and he wanted to pull away from her. But she kept a firm grip on him. Somehow. Her fingers barely circled around his cock!

“You're too small," he said. “I don't want to-…"

“You won't," she promised and lifted her hands away from him. She rested them on either side of her head and gave a deep, shaking exhale. “Just go slow."

He was sure this was a terrible idea, but he pressed his hips forward gently. She gasped and whimpered but her legs lifted to reach around his waist as far as she could. She pulled herself against him and all of a sudden, something gave way.

He plunged into her and her eyes grew as wide as saucers. She lifted her arms around him and clutched at his neck as she buried her face in his fur. She sobbed and groaned against him as her body gripped more tightly at him than he would have thought possible!

“It hurts!" she cried, muffled against his neck.

“I tried to go slow," he assured her. But he felt her tight body gripping just above his unswollen knot. They had both been so determined to get him inside of her that neither of them had the chance to stop themselves when she finally stretched around him. He held her, making a purr rumble in his chest and belly against her. “I'm sorry, Belle."

After several minutes, she laid herself back down and took two handfuls of sheets against her palm. “It's okay," she assured him. “I'm okay. It… always hurts the first time. They say it always hurts the first time."

Beast nodded and started to draw his hips away from her. This was bad. He would just go to bed. This was such a terrible idea. He'd hurt her. The night was a disaster.

She quivered beneath him and gave a shuddering moan. Her body squeezed at him and he was sure it was trying to pull him back into her. That and her legs were suddenly locked against his hips. He felt her heels digging into his rump, pulling herself against him before he could dislodge himself.

She still wanted it? He stared down at her worriedly, but the glossy look in her eyes, her lower lips caught between her teeth. He nodded inwardly. She wanted it. He was not going to deny her what she wanted. He could never deny her what she wanted. Never again.

As he plunged into her again, she gasped and arched her back. She pushed her ample, bound chest up against him and gave a low, heady moan. “God, you're huge, Beast… But it feels good. Better than I ever thought it would!"

She stared at him again, gasping as his knot pushed against her labia. He smiled right back at her then dropped his eyes to her chest. She was beautiful. The corset was arousing attire. But he wanted to see her. All of her. He lifted his hands and fumbled with the little laces…

A growl rumbled in his chest and his brow creased together.

“Tear it," he heard her say. “Tear it open. It's yours anyway."

That was true, wasn't it? Her dress had been made with his property, fabric that belonged to him long before it had been sewn together into what she was wearing that night. He hooked his claws beneath the lase where her breast was pushed together. Once he was sure he hadn't accidentally pinched her soft skin, he gave a quick tug.

Fabric tearing grated in his ears, but he pulled forcefully at the corset until it came free and laid open on either side of her. He stared down in awe at the ample swell of her breast then gently pressed a hand to her bust. One of his palms covered the soft globes of both breasts and most of her belly.

He sighed heavily and shook his head. He wished he could feel both swells against his palms at once, caress them as if she were his size. Her giggling made his ears perk and his eyes lifted to hers again.

“Don't look so disappointed!" she said and rested her hands atop the back of his paw. “Your pad feels good. It's soft, yet rough." She shifted herself beneath him and gave a little gasp. “Make love to me, Beast," she whispered again and let her hands fall to either side of her head again.

He set his hands on the bedding on either side of her and drew his hips back before easing his length into her once more. He started slow, but her growing moans and writhing body was dragging him ever closer to an orgasm he couldn't hold back.

“Belle," he groaned and tried to pull away from her. “Belle, I'm gonna-…"

“Already?" she asked and pressed her heels into his rump. “Do it in me."

Unable to pull himself out of her, he simply held still and shook his head. “But if I do, then-…"

“Do it in me, Beast." Her hands lifted and pressed gently to the swell of his round middle, curling her fingers in the soft fur there as she whispered “Please."

He couldn't deny her what she wanted. He pressed himself into her again, and again with a growing pace driven by instinct. She gasped and moaned deeply every time he pressed into her.

The colors began to swirl in his eyes and his toes curled tightly against the bottom of his feet. He growled and snarled as his climax rushed over him. He tried to hold himself back, tried to prolong the feeling as long as he could, but it was not to be. He slammed his hips against the woman's beneath him and felt his knot swell.

She screamed. He heard her, but he wasn't afraid. It wasn't the same scream he'd heard pass her lips so many months ago. This one was… different. She screamed again, called out his name as his heat rushed into her. He moaned in time with her, growling as they ascended to the heavens then returned to Belle's bed, together.

He slowly pulled himself out of her. He wasn't sure how long they had laid together as their orgasms subsided, but his knot had shrunk. He rolled onto his back beside her and she nestled against his side. Her naked body cuddled against his warm fur and she rested her head against his bicep like a pillow.

He stared down at her for several minutes, watching her eyes close as she drifted away. The swell of her breast rose and fell with her gentle breathing and her hand gently rested against the less-than-subtle curve of her full belly.

As she drifted to sleep, he glanced to the rose on the pedestal beside them and carefully reached for it. With a little effort, he pulled the glass cover away and plucked the rose from where it floated. He inhaled its sickeningly sweet scent and licked his lips.

His claws reached up, gliding over the petals slowly before he plucked one away. “She loves me," he said and dropped the petal onto the pale flesh of the woman beside him. “She loves me the way I am," he dropped another.

“She loves me."

“She loves me the way I am."