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>You are anon

>Your roommate is a bear

>Yes, THAT kind of bear

>An honest-to-god Kodiak brown bear

>Your slightly-more-than-a-friend roommate, Chyanne

>The two of you met early in the year through mutual friends and really hit it off

>You were both looking for a new place, and soon you were signing the lease together

>At first things felt as natural as they could be for a human/anthro pairing

>She may be female, but the species divide kept things from being too complicated, somehow

>You were just an anon and a bear sharing a two-bed place in the city

>Also sharing similar tastes in typical nondescript interests

>After about a month, however, you began noticing just how compatible you two actually are

>You've grown accustomed to her earthly scent

>You love the way her fur looks after bathing

>She has the kindest voice in spite of her imposing size

>She's a damn fine cook as well, always offering you some of whatever she makes

>Needless to say, the girl can definitely put it away

>You've tried your hand at making meals to reciprocate, but it's a lot harder (and expensive) to prepare serving sizes for a bear

>But Chyanne always appreciates the gesture

>And she won't take your money when you offer it

>Chyanne works for some kind of decoration and design company, focusing on the spring, summer, and fall holidays

>She's paid well for the incredible effort she puts in, and in turn the company provides decent benefits

>One of them being “Hibernation Leave"

>You see, many anthros possess instincts from their primal heritages

>Bears who live climates with harsh winters or drastic seasonal weather changes often get lethargic around certain times of the year, even if they don't actually go outside much

>This can be dangerous for bears who work in physically laborious jobs, and so laws were made to ensure job security during their absence

>Think maternity leave, but for hibernating

>To compensate, many bears are extremely hard workers the rest of the year

>Chyanne is definitely no exception

>Still, with autumn already in full swing she seems stressed about something

>Neither of you have ever had to pull the “roommate intervention" card for disputes

>You've gotten along together almost perfectly together

>But today, she's sitting on the oversized, mega-reinforced couch you two share for movie nights

>She pats the empty space beside her for you to sit

>"Anon," she says, “You've been an amazing friend since we moved in, and I feel bad for leaving you alone all winter."

>Her huge paw reaches over to your lap, and you clutch it with both your hands

>"I have enough paid time off to get an early start to my 'vacation' over these next couple of weeks, and I'd like to spend them with you as much as I can."

>You don't have a lot of work ahead of you either, and you tell her you can probably call in a few favors to be with her longer

>A brief fantasy passes through you mind of you and Chyanne as your bear wife

>Employers are encouraged by the law to give a non-hibernating employee an ample amount of time off as well, so that they can safely acclimate their partner to a pre-hibernation condition

>You regret not booking your time off sooner, but Chyanne understands

>"You deserve to live your life," she says. “Besides, I'm going to have to spend a few days just sitting here binging anyway."

>She's fairly lean for a bear, likely from her active lifestyle, but there's still an ursine amount of adipose to her frame already

>She pats her stomach mournfully with her other paw

>"I'm going to get so fat…."

>You give her a reassuring pat

>"There's one more thing I wanted to tell you," she continues.

>"I've already paid my rent for the whole hibernation, but I also paid yours off as well."

>Wait, rent-free for the whole winter?

>You tell her she definitely didn't have to do that

>She just smiles

>"I would feel much safer knowing you're close by. I don't want anything to happen where you might leave or get evicted."

>The two of you embrace in a tight hug

>The softness is heavenly, as is the gentle massage of her claws on your back

>You and Chyanne are all but inseparable the next few weeks

>When you're available, you're going out to virtually every fair and festival in the area

>Pretty much wherever there's a lot of food

>She always has a snack close by, but she never fails to offer a bite

>When you're not around, she waits for you to return like a lonely pet

>You can almost always find her sitting on the couch chowing down on lunch when you get back, ready to spring to her feet when you open the door

>After about a month, though, she doesn't really “spring" much anymore

>When she rises from her seat it takes her some momentum to get going

>Her paunch sticks out from under her shirt, making her pull it down constantly

>She already had a weighty pair of breasts, but now they're almost too mesmerizingly large to ignore

>Apart from a little extra fluff around the neck, though, she fills out rather uniformly and subtle

>Well, subtle until she stops fitting through most doors easily

>For the most part she's unbothered by the weight

>Obviously she's gone through this a few times before

>Being around you seems to make her flustered more than anything

>She's self-conscious about every burp, everything she bumps into, and every broken seam or button

>But you're always there to cheer her up

>Plus, she's only looking cuter being puffed up like a teddy bear

>Eventually she slides back to being comfortable with you

>Comfortable enough to bring out her “hibernation clothes" and unpack them out in the open

>Giant sweaters, enormous sweatpants…

>When she gets to the bottom of the box she lets out a soft whine

>"Oh no," she says, “I forgot I trashed all my old nightgowns. I don't have anything to wear to sleep."

>You have some curiosity about why a bear who naps through the winter would care about nighttime apparel

>Then again, you've always been told not to poke a sleeping bear

>"I tend to wake up occasionally for some 'midnight snacks'," she says with her little round ears folded back

>"I'm usually not too worried about the mess I make, so my stuff is really dirty when the spring comes."

>You ask if there's something difficult about buying bear-appropriate nightgowns

>Is it a money thing?

>Is it a supply thing?

>She taps her black nails together sheepishly

>"I just…I'm a little unsure about it," she says. “I want to spend ALL my time with you, but that means I'd have to drag you through some embarrassing clothes stores."

>Come on, like your mother never did that to you

>You tell her you're going to be there for her, and she nearly breaks you in her hug

>There's a bear-centric department store not far out of the city

>It's unsurprisingly colossal in size

>Not just in surface area, but even the ceiling seems to have its own atmosphere

>Bears of all types are shopping here, not all of them preparing for hibernation

>Those are the lucky ones

>Or the ones who are hopped up on enough meds to power through their instincts

>Sadly, a few openly mock those who wander over to the heavily advertised “Hibernation Station"

>Chyanne is unfazed by the taunting, instead more concerned about finding the perfect nightgown

>It catches you off guard how much input she wants you to have on the matter

>What colors do you like?

>Does this feel soft enough?

>Is this too revealing?

>She doesn't wait for an answer for the last one before shoving the slip back on the rack

>When she holds another one up you get a view of just how massive the things are

>One by itself is like a whole bed sheet

>She looks a little guilty for forcing you to come along

>You reassure her again, and offer to pay for one of her nightgowns in sincerity

>"Oh, Anon, I wouldn't make you do that," she says, actually laughing about it

>Why not?

>She pinches the price tag with her claws and holds it to your face

>Holy

>Shit

>She just smiles and folds the nightgown over her arm, patting you on the head

>"I appreciate it, though," she says. “You're a real gentleman."

>Let's not get ahead of ourselves, here

>You're definitely imagining what she'll look like in that dainty little number

>Hibernation approaches fast

>Chyanne is already looking more and more tired throughout the day

>She's also gained an impressive amount of weight

>So much so that when you finally get to see her walk out of her room wearing the rosy pink nightgown she's practically stretching it out already

>It's almost the weekend, and she announces the start of her “pre-all-nighter"

>Basically, she wants you to join her in a sleepless sleepover party

>She tries to stave off her fatigue as long as possible, afraid the next time she nods off it'll be for the winter

>You're chugging coffees and blasting music right along with her

>It goes on for well over twenty-four hours, and you're starting to really feel it catch up to you the next midnight

>She lets out a massive yawn and does her best to stand up

>Pulling you with her

>"Anon, I think it's time," she says

>She points to the countertop where an envelope sits

>"There's enough in there to cover our utilities for the winter, but…"

>Her dreamy eyes take an unexpected seductive shape, as she looks into your own

>"We'll save a lot of money on heat if you turn it down and cuddle up with me."

>Your body fights over where to send all the blood to; your pounding ears, or someplace down south?

>Is she delirious from the lack of sleep?

>"Anon," she says in a hushed voice. “I want you to be here with me for at least the first night. It would put me at ease to be close to you."

>"You can come in and sleep with me whenever you want. Don't worry about disturbing me when you leave in the morning."

>She doesn't have to ask you twice

>You undress down to your own sleepwear and follow her to her room

>You've seen it in passing a few times, but unfortunately you see even less of it now

>All electronics are unplugged and all the lamps are shut off save for a small night light that turns on when it senses heavy movement

> Her bed sheets are pulled back and ready for the two of you

>The mattress is remarkably spacious, even holding Chyanne in her full hibernation weight

>She climbs in first, and pats the vacant spot next to her

>You're the little spoon, obviously

>The night light dims to darkness as she wraps an arm around you

>It's not the smothering, crushing weight you feared, but an enveloping plushness like the world's largest pillow

>You can hear her exhale, her heartbeat, and every gentle shift of her body

>Her paw clutches you close to her as though you were her favorite doll

>You can't help but feel a little aroused by having your head settled into her chest

>She doesn't fall asleep immediately despite her haggard state, fending off her hibernation for just a little while longer

>You reach behind yourself, trying to touch and stroke as much of her as you can

>She chuckles deeply in her throat

>It's finally time

>"Good night, Anon," she whispers. “See you in the spring."

>Goodnight, Chyanne

>You sleep much longer than you usually do

>It's already the afternoon when you wake up

>You would have gotten up sooner, but your first attempt was stopped by a whimper and a tightening hold on you

>She's deep in sleep, for sure, but that won't stop her from trying to hold on to you

>You manage to worm your way out of her grasp some time later

>You're beaming at the beautiful creature and go about the rest of your day

>Every so often you can hear a snore or the sound of creaking springs from her bedroom

>By the time night rolls back around, you're ready to dive back in

>She doesn't stir one bit as you lift her arm and drape it back over yourself

>It's undoubtedly colder with the heat turned down, and the warmth from her body makes you wish you could hibernate with her

>But at the same time be completely awake, so you can savor every moment with her

>There are some nights when you have to sleep in your own bed

>Usually from sickness, or when you need “alone time"

>Still, more often than not you're slumbering with your roommate, some of the most serene rest you've had in your life

>You even put aside your whole day's schedule just to stay with her a while longer

>After a couple of weeks you're startled by heavy movement sometime during the morning

>It's Chyanne, wandering around the place in complete torpor

>She's basically sleepwalking, raiding the fridge for a hearty snack or sometimes making a run (or rather, a lumber) to the bathroom

>It's something you've heard ancient bears didn't have to do much during their hibernations, but the evolution of anthros must have downplayed their instincts

>Eventually, you hatch a plan to help her

>You measure and time her brief moments of “awakeness" and prepare a meal shortly before she enters the kitchen

>It's a tuna casserole, one of her favorites

>She looks down at the dish in her drowsiness and begins to dig in

>Almost an instant later and she's licking the dish clean

>But it's enough to send her back to bed without much mess or destruction of the kitchen

>You keep this up for a few weeks, feeling much less lonely around the place even though she's practically unconscious most of the time

>After a while, you start to notice some changes

>She's burning through the stored fat, and you can see a gradual decline in her overall girth

>Her nightgown seems to fit better, but the fit of her body around yours during the cold nights is no less pleasurable

>Spring is on the horizon, and Chyanne's weight loss is much more apparent

>So much so that her nightgown has become ill fitting even for her

>You're on the couch one morning when she makes her rounds, and you're struck with a second round of morning wood

>One of her gown straps had slipped from her shoulder, exposing a plump, pendulous breast

>Her shaggy, overgrown fur is not enough to hide the dark nipple poking out

>It jiggles as she consumes the meal you've made for her, catching some of the debris in her pelt as it falls from her mouth

>You're afraid to approach and fix it for her, but you're also afraid to be caught staring should she prematurely snap out of her grogginess

>You decide to slide it back on later that night

>Around the same time, you notice changes in her sleepwalking behavior as well

>She has a dreamy smile sometimes, and every so often you think she's looking in your direction

>Her trips to the bathroom become more frequent, now becoming daily occurrences

>You also have to prepare food more often

>But even then she's still shedding the pounds

>One morning, you awaken literally on top of Chyanne, splayed out trying to cover as much surface area as you can

>Both her arms are covering you, and they almost seem to be stroking your back

>She lets out a guttural sigh and tightens her hold

>"Mhhhmmm," she coos

>You lift your head in surprise

>You say her name softly

>"Mhhhmmm…Ahhmmomm," she moans

>Did she just try to say “Anon"?

>"Mmmaaahhh…Ahmmom…mm-I…hhhuuvvhh yooohhh."

>It's slurred and breathy, but the message is clear

>You clench tufts of her fur and nuzzle into her chest

>And you return her confession in earnest

>The day comes at last, and she actually beats you to the buzzer

>A literal one, too

>The girl had a hibernation alarm all set and everything

>But she's awake even before it goes off

>When it rouses you from your own sleep, she's ready to greet you with a smile

>"Good morning, sleepyhead."

>Good morning, Chyanne

>The two of you get dressed and enjoy the company of one another around breakfast

>She's close to her original size, but a little post-winter chub still remains

>"I've got some time left before I have to get back to work," she says as she pinches the excess adipose, “so I hope we can have some more time together. I really want to get some exercise in."

>You let her know you think she's perfect as she is

>"You're so sweet, Anon, but I've been out cold for months now. I'm ready to go out and be active again!"

>She really does hit the ground running, that girl

>But her hibernation is still on her mind

>"I hope I was a good roommate all that time. I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

>Not at all

>"How was I…in bed?" she says coyly

>You tell her she talks in her sleep sometimes

>"Do I?" she giggles. “What kinds of things do I say?"

>You are silent for a bit, and she reads your face like an open book

>"No…did I? Oh, no…"

>She's a little flustered

>Now a LOT flustered

>"I-I thought that was just a dream…I MEAN…A-anon, I didn't …"

>You're nervous of what she's trying to say, but also disappointed by what she's trying not to say

>"Anon…I don't want to complicate things…unless," she says

>There's something adorable about a giant brown bear tapping her nails together sheepishly

>"Unless you feel the same way."

>You tell her you do

>And you're pulled over the kitchen table into her embrace

>You're ready to move things forward with Chyanne as you two share a deep kiss

>But some part of you also can't wait for the next winter