Teddybear Titillation

[Bear] //tooltip- Fill it with just as much love as Telly did.
//requires bear in inventory or bed.

You settle down onto your [bed] and sigh. You breathe in and let the tension evaporate from your shoulders, closing your eyes as the world shrinks to the few feet around you. Mareth isn't the most comforting place, so it's important to take moments just for yourself. Pursuant to that, you pull out the bear you bought in the Bazaar, feeling more relaxed the second you see it.

Regarding the bear, you marvel at just how fluffy it looks, like it's a cloud you can cuddle. You bring it up to your cheek and rub it there for a moment, enjoying its sheer softness. The plush fabric it's made from is so nice that you start to wonder where Telly could even find it in a world as harsh as this one. Still, there's no denying that it's here, and it's comforting.

But you want more. You [i:knew] you wanted more already, that's why you're here. Slowly, almost as if you're pretending it's not happening at all, you start to [if (isnaked) {remove your armor and }]slide it down your [skindesc]. The feeling is heavenly. Every inch that you drag it over shivers with delight, and every inch feels the loss when it leaves.

You pull it back and look at it again. [if (ischild) {It's normal for kids your age to play with toys like these, but the heat rising to your face is anything but innocent.|It's so innocent—meant for children—but you can't help but feel hot as you look at it.}] On some level, you know that this is wrong, that you shouldn't feel this way towards a stuffed bear, but as lust starts to cloud your mind, you don't care. You're going to do this.

But something needs doing first. You [if (hascock) {start to pull at the seams along its crotch. You go as gently as you can but with firm intent. The fabric begin to split, and you continue to apply steady pressure until the slit is big enough|start to squeeze the stuffing into one of its arms. It's not long before you've made a bulging protrusion suitable}] for your purposes. You quickly get your [armor] out of the way and press the bear to your bare [skindesc] for a moment, shivering. But just for a moment, as you can wait no longer before bringing it down to your [genitals], throbbing with anticipation.

And, with all hesitance having left you, you make your first thrust [if (hascock) {into|atop}] the teddy bear. It feels heavenly, almost better than you expected, and you already hunger for more. Your partner needs no preparation—it's always ready for your love, so you dive in, beginning to move with wanton lust.

The bear can do nothing but stare back at you, but you still take care to be a gentle partner. You hold it against you as you rock back and forth, making sure not to do any more damage than is necessary. But it's hard not to, when its enticing softness just begs you to go faster, harder, to take everything you want.

Bits of fluff rub against your [if (hascock) {glans|clit}], sending shocks through you with every motion, and you can feel yourself getting close. You speed up, and the bear takes it, graciously accepting your ardor as your movements get more and more violent. Your body rings with pleasure, your rubbing reaching a fevered peak, and then you let go, no longer able to resist the urge as your whole being shivers with climax.

As you start to [if (hascock) {unload into|[if (high wetness) {spray|leak}] over}] the bear, you let out a loud, protracted moan. The fluff caresses you gently, providing just enough stimulation that you can ride out your orgasm without it getting uncomfortable. You [if (hascock) {shoot spurt after spurt into the bear, filling it as full as you can with your love|coat the bear with your juices, staining its fur with proof of your love}]. The soft feeling surrounding you brings your mind to a state of utter bliss as your shaking hands hold the bear close, a sense of acceptance suffusing you.

There's one final release, and then you're spent, breathing heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm. The bear stays tight against you, embracing and soothing you as you come down. Eventually, however, you pull it away and look at it once more. Its structural integrity has been ruined, and you can see bits of fluff starting to fall out. You could probably still salvage it, however.

[Fix It] [Leave It]


[Fix It]
This bear deserves proper care, and you would be very remiss to deny it the service it now needs after what you just put it through. You tenderly take up all of the various bits and set to work cleaning and mending. Telly put a lot of effort into making it in the first place, so you don't allow yourself to do any less, making sure to restore the bear as best as possible.

And it's all worth it when you hold the fixed toy in your [hands]. Everything's back in place, a few stitches the only remaining mark of your rough love. The bear's expression is the same as ever, but somehow, you can feel it smiling at you, and you can't help but smile back. You press it to your breast in one last hug before putting it back in its proper place, ready to accompany you once more.

//Good ending achieved


[Leave It]
It won't be able to serve its job as a bear any more, but looking at its little face, you feel like you can see some sort of understanding. It was able to, in this unconventional way, bring you true peace, true comfort, if only for a short time. No bear would be ashamed to have shared this moment with you, and you feel no regret as you lay it to rest for the last time.

//-1 teddybear
//+1 shame