The Teddy and the Tryst
The Teddy and the Tryst
By Czarreynard
Delicate, curled lashes furled open to allow sapphire eyes to gaze about the room. From blissful sleep a vixen awoke to see sunlight spilling through her window. But with a grumble, the vixen closed her eyes and tried to burrow her muzzle deeper into the soft pillow, as if to retreat once again into lovely sleep. The silk and down bed was far more welcoming, far more alluring than the waking world.
Samantha positively loved her bed. It was, perhaps, her most favorite place in the world. A plush mattress cradled her body and hugged her every curve. Fluffy, smooth pillows allowed her head a resting place and caused her russet hair to cascade like flowing water. Down covers and silky sheets kept her warm. Finally, a pliable body pillow provided her with something to embrace and wrap herself around.
But as the sun rose over the mountains to the East, the room became bright. Though Samantha closed her eyelids dispel such an annoyance, the light proved too strong. With a frustrated sigh, the girl threw back the covers and began to stumble over to the window in a tired stupor.
Oh yes, those covers concealed far too much of the vixen.
Her room was quite the cozy abode, as she spent more time in this room than in any other. A woodstove provided toasty heat throughout the New England home. Pink shag carpeting lined the floor, providing comfort with each footfall.
Samantha noticed as she reached for the blind that there was snow on the ground that morning, glistening in the sun. As she neared the window, the frosty glass sent her a bit of a chill.
Still, the vixen had a reason to smile. "Looks like I won't be heading out today," thought the vixen as she returned to her luxurious bed. Sinking back into the malleable thing, Samantha submerged herself once again in the scented down and drifted off to sleep.
But this sleep, unlike her previous one, was far less relaxing. Instead, Samantha felt as if her fur were a flame. In her dream, Samantha could picture a scorched and arid desert. She felt an unimaginable thirst plague her throat. This world was one devoid of water with which to slake her thirst or cool her body. No relief seemed to be in sight. The hot sand bit at her paws and her sweat stung her eyes. Finally, a fire seemed to blossom between her legs.
The poor vixen jolted upright from this nightmare in cold sweat. She clutched her chest as if to control her heart beat. Once she was aware that the terrible dryness was nothing more than an illusion, Samantha calmed a bit. She tore back the covers once again to invite some of the winter cool to sooth her.
But Samantha noticed that a remnant from the nightmare had manifested itself about her. An irritating singe in between her thighs, though not as so serious as before, clung to her stubbornly.
But culprit was illusive. She had removed her heavy down covers and the woodstove had consumed all the wood allowed. But, suddenly, she had the answer.
"Looks like mating season crept up on me," said the vixen to herself, aware of her womanly needs.
But no strong tod was there to mate her. Such a fox did not exist. No matter, there were other methods of sating desires.
Creeping over to the very edge of the bed, Samantha reached for a box she kept under the mattress. Upon grasping it with a firm paw, Samantha slid the shoebox out from under the bed and placed it in her lap.
Despite being unmated, there was one person capable of holding the beautiful vixen's attention and his home just so happened to be an old shoebox beneath her bed. Lifting the lid, Samantha revealed her treasure to the empty room. Inside lay Artax, her teddy bear.
Lifting him out of the makeshift cradle, Samantha proceeded to greet the bear. "Good morning, Artax. Did you sleep well?" cooed the vixen to the bear inside the box. Naturally, the bear said nothing, as teddy bears are wont to do.
Given to the vixen was she was just a kit, Artax and Samantha had first met beneath a Christmas tree. In the early morning hours, she had seen the bear sitting lonely, arms forever outward in hopes of a hug. Ignoring all the other toys, the colorful clothes and teacup sets, Samantha took an immediate shine toward the cuddly little thing. Though she was only three at the time, Samantha knew from that moment on she had found a lifelong friend.
Artax was a small bear, perhaps no bigger than a newborn baby. But behind his calm, glassy eyes, an intelligent and thoughtful side could be seen. His cute, little, plastic nose, tan fur and little, green, corduroy overalls were enough to ensure he would be cradled in Samantha's arms for many years to come.
And that was very much what happened. Little Samantha and Artax went everywhere together. To school. To the park. On vacation. He would tag along with Samantha on hikes through the woods, be the guest of honor at her tea parties and become a worthy opponent in all sorts of board games.
But, whereas the other children regarded their dolls and teddy bears as their children and underlings, Samantha saw Artax as something more. Inanimate though he was, the vixen saw that Artax was more than just a teddy bear. He was her first love.
Through many a snow storm or an argument between the members of her family, Artax was there, waiting with open arms and a smile. If a mean-spirited classmate had called Samantha a name in school, Artax would be waiting for the teary-eyed vixen when she returned home.
Yes, it was this which caused Samantha to simply fall in love with her teddy bear. He was comforting and cool. He was very slow to anger (if at all). He was patient. He was a good listener. He was always interested in trying new things. He was afraid of nothing. But most of all, he was loyal.
Samantha could remember long nights with her teddy bear, cuddling and nuzzling the toy as if he were her lover. At the time, she scarcely knew what sex was, make no mistake. She knew only that it was a thing for mommies and daddies (or at least her parents had told her so). Samantha's heart was pure with love for the one thing which brought so much light to her life.
But before long, Samantha grew. Artax, confined to a vessel of lifeless polyester, did not. Samantha blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She grew, as many vixens do, into a buxom and sexy little thing. Full and perky breasts now accented her chest. Nice, round buttocks and a sexy tail made her look devilish from behind. Trim and slender legs allowed her to glide about where ever she went. Long hair drizzled down her shoulders like molten, milk chocolate. Blue eyes became crisp and focused. Long lashes curved up toward the heavens. Her arms lost the chubbiness that accompanies childhood and became lean instruments with which to manipulate the world around her. She wore this beauty modestly, however, not allowing it to excuse her behavior or intelligence as some many wayward girls seemed to do.
However, attaining this nigh-perfect vessel was only part of growing up. She soon earned new responsibilities and learned certain things were expected of her. Clinging to a teddy bear was not one of them. Samantha's mother, a good-natured but stubborn woman, decided that it was time to let Artax go. "It is time to stop with the fairytales and make some real friends. You're not a baby anymore," the motherly vixen said with a complete disregard for the bear's feelings.
How could she even suggest such a thing? Perhaps she could not understand just how grandiose a friendship...nay, a love had enveloped Samantha with her beloved Artax?
Samantha's mother had not been entirely wrong. "Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys," went the old saying. But determined not to follow in the footsteps of the infamous Jackie Paper, Samantha continued loving Artax, even to the very day here described. Determined not to let the little bear go, she hid him from her mother. Artax's home became a shoebox underneath her bed. Samantha and Artax would still cuddle, but only when prying eyes were no longer looking.
But the world around the two changed further still. Samantha went to college, where Artax was safe from her mother's watchful eye. But one danger was swapped for another. It was there the pair was confronted with a new enemy: peers.
Artax had appeared, to Samantha's roommates, as a silly little thing. Oft, Samantha could hear the other girls say hurtful things just close enough for her to hear. All of these remarks referred to Artax.
"She isn't good enough to get a real man," they would whisper and give a malicious snicker. One day, Samantha returned to her dorm from class to see Artax strung up the flag pole. Risking life and limb, Samantha leaned out her window to rescue the teddy who was flapping wildly in the wind and rain.
Though Samantha did her utmost to ensure Artax was hidden well, the bear would often go missing from his cradle, only to be found hiding in the back of the freezer or tied to a ceiling fan. Poor Artax had become the plaything of Samantha's roommatesâ€"a device through which Samantha could be hurt just as easily. From that day on, Artax was secured within the safety of her backpack.
At times, it was hard on Samantha. She loved Artax, but doing so made her an outcast. She wished she could have the best of both world, but sadly this was not true. The vixen felt as though she were harboring a refugee, a burden whom nobody wanted threatening their sophisticated way of life. When her roommates were not looking or during trips to the ladies' room, Samantha would steal a chance to give Artax a little kiss before returning him to his hiding place inside her bag. Was this what she had been reduced to? Hiding the very thing she loved? Being ashamed for loving her teddy so?
"Why can't they understand, Artax?" Samantha whispered one night to the beloved bear. Per his stoic nature, Artax did not answer. For a moment, Samantha was angry with the bear. She held hit out at arms' length, stared into his glassy eyes and asked him, "Why don't you ever answer me, Artax? Say something!" Of course, the vixen knew this was not possible, but she felt, briefly, betrayed by Artax, as if he were doing this deliberately.
In rage, the tormented Samantha hurled Artax against the wall. He simply bounced off the wall and sank to the floor, arms out as always. But in the darkness of the room that night, as rain pattered against the window, the shadow of a raindrop fell upon Artax's face. His smile had been erased by the darkness in the room, giving him a rather cheerless appearance. From what the vixen could see, Artax was weeping.
She ran to him with a complete change of heart, scooped him into her arms and held him close. "Oh, Artax! I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry!" Perhaps it was then the vixen realized that she was foolish to try and blame Artax for her lack of a social life. She cradled the teddy bear and begged for his forgiveness over and over. It was futile for her to remain angry with him.
The college years came and went and Samantha emerged not only smarter, but even more beautiful than before. Artax's four-year elusion of Samantha's mother was coming to a close. The last thing the young vixen wanted was to fall under her reign once again, so Samantha swiftly made plans to smuggle him away for good. Samantha wasted no time finding a job as a fashion designer, as her nature of fabric was quite extensive. Her designs, inspired by Artax's corduroy overalls, sold well. Reveling in the best financial shape of her life, Samantha moved herself and Artax to a nice little cottage in western Massachusetts. It was here Samantha felt the cords of society slacken and her love began to flow wildly. She had not just purchased a place to sleep and eat, but a space with which she was free to fill up with her affections for the teddy bear. It was a place she could feel secure and know that Artax would no longer be subject to persecution.
But Artax had not weathered the years as well as Samantha had. The shoebox remained his home to keep him from further damage. His ears had begun to fray and unfurled themselves. His eyes, once brilliant, grew hazy from years of fading. His stitches were in the process of coming undone, the thread simply no longer strong enough to hold him together. A small hole where the flag's karabiner had been fastened burrowed its way into Artax's neck.
Samantha had valiantly tried to restore him to his former glory with thread and needle, but the bear had roamed the Earth with the vixen for two and a half decades, a long and prosperous life for any toy. She sadly realized that Artax would not survive too many more years and that she would eventually need to say goodbye, as all lovers do at one time or another.
That is why today, she was finally going to get serious.
As she held the bear in her hands, she lifted him into the air and began to tell him her heartfelt feelings, "Artax, you've been so good to me. You've been my bear for twenty-three years and counting now. Most guys don't stick around that long." She said the last sentence with a giggle. Artax didn't laugh, but his thread smile certainly hinted he may have thought it was amusing.
The vixen continued, "The point is, you've kept me warm and safe and happy nearly my entire life. I don't care what anybody else says. I love you, Artax." She held the bear tightly to her chest, allowing his arms to wrap about her bosom. "Which is why, today, you and I are going to have some fun."
The bear said nothing in return, as always. Samantha simply took that as a sign to proceed. She allowed Artax to sit back upon the down comforter while she tended to another matter. Lifting up her pillow, she revealed a homemade device she had sewn together.
"Ta-da!" she chimed, holding the article up before her silent audience. It was a miniature strap-on. Stretchy, black fabric supported a small, green dildo. "I made it myself," she added, as if there was a firm possibility Artax would not like it. But this was not so. He simply continued to smile courageously.
"Now let's get you out of those itchy overalls and into something a little naughtier," said the vixen with a lusty look in her eye. Slowly, Samantha took the straps of the overalls and allowed them to fall limp at Artax's side. From there, she wriggled the pant legs around his stubby paws to revel his cream-colored fur. She giggled as she undressed him, as if she were disrobing a real man. The only major difference was that Artax lacked that which made a man...a man. Thanks to the miracles of a sewing machine (and a quick trip to an adult bookstore) Samantha had remedied the problem.
Some girls dress up their dolls in pretty dresses and jackets. Not Samantha. As she slipped the underwear-like device on the teddy, she could only imagine how far Artax had come. He had been designed as a plaything, sewn together with a thousand other bears which looked just like him and been sent to become the recipient of a child's dribbling hugs and kisses. What Samantha had planned was a far cry from Artax's intended purpose.
As she finished moving the erotic garment into place, she sat back to examine the bear for a moment. It was enough to make her burst into laughter. Seeing her toy sitting there with a proud erection warmed her heart. "Are you happy to see me Artax or is that just morning wood?" asked the vixen, rhetorically.
But the green phallus looked more than cute to Samantha. It was...alluring. She was in heat, after all. In fact, it made him look more adorable than normal, if that were possible. A bit of cute and a bit of sexy often go hand in hand.
"You've been such a good boy. I think you deserve a little ‘extra attention', today," said the vixen sexily as her black-furred hands made their way to the collar of her pink polyester robe. They parted the glossy garment apart, revealing her lingerie. A pink bra with white laced edges and a pair of matching panties made Samantha look particularly arousingâ€"almost sinfully so.
"It must be painful, Artax," cooed the vixen sarcastically and salaciously through her teeth, "to have to watch me grow while you stay the same. But good things come to those who wait. Isn't that right?"
She put her hands on her clad breast, as if to tease the little bear. Her tail flicked erotically. She threw her long hair back and tugged on the straps of her bra. "Funny to think you were around when these weren't," the vixen said to Artax, commenting on her breasts.
Samantha unclipped the bra, but it stayed put. With a sexy slowness, Samantha began to allow the bra to fall away from her. She felt delightfully naughty. As a designer, she knew clothes could be just as sexy on their way off as they were while they were on. So, here she was, stripping for her audience of one.
The pink silk and white laced came of gracefully to reveal Samantha's beautiful breasts. They were well sculpted and sizable, but not overly so. Those hypnotic orbs which had merited her many an unwelcome stare finally became free of their silk prison and were free to jiggle.
No male had ever seen her like this, save for Artax. As far as Samantha was concerned, today, she was Artax's toy, not the other way around. The bear just sat there quietly with his wide grin, as it was the sight of her which made him smile.
For a few moments, Samantha cupped her breasts in a teasing fashion. She allowed her lithe tongue to hang out a bit, as her ancestors did. The very sight of her bare chest was enough to drive any man into cardiac arrest. Thankfully, Artax's heart was of cloth and fluff and was free of such limitations.
Leaning against her pillow, Samantha took her dainty fingers and burrowed them into the elastic of her panties. With eyes closed in sensuality, the vixen slipped the pink thing down her shapely legs. She cast it on the floor along with the bra and threw her hair back. In the apex of her hips lay an immaculate, untouched, virginal, pink tunnel. Luscious lips, never stained by the intrusion of a male, locked together, as if they were floodgates meant to hide and hold back the torrents that would soon be unleashed. The fox's musk hung in the air heavily, as does the sweet smell of pine in a thicket.
As she reclined against the pillow, her finger traveled low and tugged gently on one of her labia. Searing pleasure shot through her and she made a small gasp. Samantha looked at the bear, seeing him smile in his front row seat. With a black paw, she covered her womanhood. "Sorry, Artax, not yet," she teased, "but soon. Let me take care of you first, okay, love?"
Samantha picked up the teddy and laid him against the pillow. The bear neither encouraged nor denied her. But by the look of his new, lime-green erection, he was ready for anything. Laying on her tummy, the vixen brought her fuzzy cheek up to the strap-on. It felt strong and cool against her face as the jelly-like think glided through her fur, the vixen decided it was time to introduce the next surprise in the line-up. "Oh, Artax. You're so dry. How about we slick you up a bit, hmm?"
Reaching under the pillow again, she found a tube of flavored lubricant. It was a tad naughty, but Samantha decided it would go best with Artax's clear, green manhood. Besides, Artax wouldn't mind. Allowing some of the gooey stuff to run out onto her hand, Samantha worked the lube into a fine lather.
Then, taking Artax's new member in her hands, she coated him with the gel. Her hands were delicate, as if the dildo were made of flesh. She played with him a bit until the phallus was dripping with glistening jelly. The vixen again provided some titillating conversation, "Now you're nice and smooth. But it looks like I used a bit too much. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you, babe."
That lithe tongue slid once more from out her jowls. She could feel a trembling in her tummy, one of anxiousness and excitement. She had felt this way, never felt the giddiness that is the anticipation of sex. With a tender lick, Samantha began to lap at Artax's manhood slowly.
The taste of green apples found its way onto her tongue. She cradled the dildo with her tongue, allowing her to slurp up some of the sticky juices. The flavor prodded her into enthusiasm, making her take slow, longing licks in order to relish the taste of the teddy's erection. In the way one devours an ice cream cone, Samantha swirled her tongue around Artax. She wrapped it about him a few times, like a hungry dog wraps her tongue around her bone.
Artax gave no moans or groans of pleasure, but Samantha was not worried. Artax had never been dissatisfied with her before and now was not the time to go doubting oneself. Samantha enjoyed giving this pleasure, as Artax had most certainly earned it through his years of loyalty.
But Samantha had not forgotten that she had needs as well. While she moved her tongue about wildly, a rogue hand moved its way down to her legs, where she was already damp from such a risqué game. She used a single finger to trace her labia, creating an electric feeling up contact. The vixen repeated the motion a few times and found that the sweeter the pleasures down below, the more enthusiasm she directed toward the bear, as if his hand was the one pleasuring.
Gaining a little bit of confidence, Samantha allowed one finger to slip past her gate. "Oh, God!" she cried, finally beginning to understand the fruits of pleasure.
She had denied herself for too long. Samantha had often felt as if the self-exploration of her body was taboo, some forbidden ritual which transgressed the natural way of things. She couldn't understand why playing with one's body was looked down upon. It brought calm during strife. It brought relaxation during angst. It brought pleasure where there was hurt. But, most importantly, it filled that empty vacuum of self-loathing. It was a respite in which traumas and worries faded into bliss.
Some may call that ignorance. But Samantha saw it as relief. With vigor, the vixen ceased her licking and instead opened her pretty mouth. Taking extreme care with her teeth, Samantha allowed her lips to come to rest just behind the head of Artax's member. She was firm and locked her lips together in a comfortable vice and began to suckle on the tip. She liked the feeling of having something plump in her mouth, as if she was eating a popsicle or devouring a banana.
With ears pinned back in pleasure, Samantha allowed her lips to slide further town the teddy's manhood. She could feel the wet thing slide gingerly past her teeth and tongue. She did this slowly for Artax's benefit.
Samantha added a digit to the one currently exploring the shallow depths of her womanhood. She murred presently, sweet vibrations coursing through her throat. Using these fingers to pry her lips outward, Samantha felt the wondrous throes of womanly pleasure. To think she had abstained from such things her entire life. But no more! It was time to finally treat her body right.
She ran a third finger over her clitoris and immediately moaned an erotic moan. With the toy still in her mouth, the sound was muffled, making it all the more intriquing to the vixen's ear.
Samantha's long and shapely muzzle continued on its journey down Artax's shaft until eventually her nose came to rest on the bear's tummy. The dildo was only about four inches long, more than enough to be a healthy size for Artax. Samantha simply did not need an excessive size. She thought it was silly how men and women went about thinking bigger was always better. In college, she had heard this countless times. She heard ignorant men bragging about their size or bitchy women judging mates by their length alone.
Artax was shorter than most males, but he would look awkward if his member totaled half of his height. Samantha had no need for such obnoxiousness. Besides, the dildo was decently wide, which would provide more than enough pleasure for the vixen.
She nuzzled him with her nose as she throated the dildo. Her tongue lathered him with saliva. Samantha tugged hard with her mouth, providing suction for her lovely teddy.
Down below, Samantha flicked her tail beneath her in order to draw it across her lovely folds. She dripped a bit of juice onto her tail, beads of moisture rolling across the silky fur. Her tail tip brushed past her vagina over and over again, gently stroking and tickling. She could feel the pleasure bubble, but she was careful not to be hasty. There was still much to do and ending it all here would ruin the moment.
The vixen thought it was silly to rush sex. Perhaps she thought that because she never wanted the ecstatic feeling of love and lust to end so quickly or at all. But surely there was no harm in dabbling a little be deeper? With lips pressed gentle against Artax's length, Samantha began to slid back toward his tip. His head popped out of her mouth the way a lollipop retreats from one's maw.
Samantha lifted the bear into the air and laid back onto the pillows. "Okay, Artax, I think that's enough foreplay. It seems I'm in need of a little attention too. Ready?" Samantha asked this with that cute and charming tone that a child often uses to talk to there beloved toys.
As the vixen positioned the teddy toward her awaiting folds, she licked her lips in anticipation, "Be gentle, Artax. I'm still a virgin, as you know." With both hands on Artax's butt, Samantha proceeded to bring him closer. She felt shaky and anxious. Would it hurt?
At this point, she was indifferent. She positively needed this. Artax was now close enough so that his strap-on's head brushed against her moist netherlips. The slick thing felt so nice against her, she was tempted to simply stuff him inside without delay. But that wouldn't do. "Oh, Artax. Now you finally get your chance. I know I've been a bit of a prude. I don't want to be a virgin anymore. Now, come on, let's get busy."
And with that, the vixen allowed the dildo's head to press against her. Her gates allowed the green, gooey thing to creep past slowly, bit by bit.
The vixen cried out as she finally felt herself subject to a male's parting form. She could feel her saliva and the flavorful lubricant slide past her inner walls. The poor girl was tight, having never dabbled in this before, so Artax's supple length was more than enough for her.
She thought back to a time when she had ordered a very large hamburger as a child. She could remember her mouth trying to get around the enormous thing, but with serious difficulty. But her hunger was great, so she pressed on. It seemed so strangely similar. Her virgin tunnel could barely get itself around Artax's wide member, even with the slick juices coating it. But her lust, her need for Artax was compelling.
Artax's member, small though it was, continued its slow journey into the dark and warm valley. The tip came to rest on Samantha's cherry, which yielded to the touch. Samantha whimpered as she felt a sting and finally, a tear raced through her womanhood. She did not cry, for she was glad to finally be rid of such a burden. Rather, she winced and pressed on, determined to let pleasures overpower her pain.
Artax had not been impeded by Samantha's pain, as he was pushed continuously father into her by the vixen's loving hand. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, the bear came to rest on Samantha's hips. It really was quite cute. His little body wriggled up to the vixen's nether regions. His nose tickled her navel with his arms wrapped about her hips.
The vixen allowed the sensual feeling of being filled to course through her, allowing her the warm lubricants to simmer. She petted the bear a bit to let him know what a good boy he was being.
But Samantha soon became bored and the feeling of ecstasy began to fade. Taking her hands firmly about the teddy's waist once more, Samantha began to draw Artax out. A moan bubbled to the surface as she felt the toy slide once again between her thighs. As Artax's head came dangerously close to slipping out, Samantha pressed him back in again.
It was all too delicious. Each stroke felt better than the last. Her tight tunnel gave just enough resistance to feel the warm friction begin to build. One often rubs their hands together for warmth. It was the same concept.
As her hands manipulated Artax in and out, over and over and over again, Samantha began to yip wildly, feeling an orgasm, in its infancy, begin to build.
She could concentrate on nothing else. Her eyes squinted shut, her ears pinned themselves back in pleasure. Everything seemed to melt away. Her wants, her shortcomings, her misgivings and even her fears were washed over by the ecstatic feeling of bliss.
Samantha found she could concentrate on nothing else. Each stroke grew harder and faster. Each pause grew shorter. Each yip grew louder. Each moan grew more erotic. Each heave of her chest grew deeper.
The impossible feeling of rapture infected her body. She could not even begin to believe that such a feeling existed. The vixen scorned herself for not having done so sooner. But as the late-sleeper complains that he should have woken up earlier is still glad he had a good rest. Samantha felt much the same way.
The strokes continued on at a generous pace. The orgasm had sprung from infancy into a growing, ever-increasing form. With each passing stroke, each time Artax's member deliciously brushed past her sensitive folds, the feeling grew stronger. She felt as though she were on a mountain. Every step she took brought her closer to the peak, making the struggle all the more worth it.
Samantha felt a happiness beyond which life cannot and does not rise. She could hear gasps and moans and was shocked to realize they were her own. Her head whipped from side to side. Her hips had begun to squirm. She could no long resist the urge to buck her hips, trying desperately to impale herself on Artax's length.
Artax gave no sign of fatigue, as teddy bears seldom do. But Samantha was furiously pumping her hips against the erection. It seemed to add fuel to her fire feeling the toy slide through her slick pussy. Her breasts jiggled with each of Artax's humps.
The vixen presently felt the orgasm grow to boiling point. With just a few more thrusts, satisfaction would be hers! Though out of breath and arms aching from guiding Artax, Samantha pressed on. "I love you, Artax," she murmured, feeling the sensuality wash over her like a warm wave. "Take me, take me now!"
Her yell seemed to renew her vigor, as with one last, final and monstrous thrust, Samantha felt the burning tickle within her overflow and she screamed as she entered orgasm. She had never felt such a satisfying feeling in all her life. A life-long hunger was sated. The vixen felt her channel clench around Artax and the toy and a torrent of nectar spilled from her body. She felt the lovely tingle as these juices raced out of her and onto Artax's awaiting tip.
Her body went limp. Her head fell back against the pillow in exhaustion. Samantha could feel the afterglow, calming and warm, take hold. She felt her head swim in pleasure. Her folds shivered too, still enjoying the nice toy they had been given. "All right, you've had your fun. It's time to come out, Artax."
Naturally, the bear did not protest. Taking the bear from out her folds, the vixen held him high in the air. His member was dribbling with all the warm juices. "Look at the mess we've made!" exclaimed the vixen in mock anger. But she yawned, feeling the orgasm take its toll. "But let's clean it up later, shall we?" Tucking the bear under her arm, Samantha pulled the cover over her and Artax.
With the bear resting by her side, Samantha fell back into a heavenly sleep, happy and no longer afraid to love her bear.
But while Samantha's mind dove into Dreamland, Artax was not the victim of such lethargy. In the corner of his eye, a sweet gleam appeared and his smile began to broaden.