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EXPLICIT - A New Toy

Feb 16th, 2020
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  1. The words “Order Sent” flash on screen in plain blue lettering before a certain bear girl leans back into her seat. She lets out a sigh before raising her hands up towards her face, the green tattoos on her fluff shimmering from the light of her nearby desk lamp.
  2. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just bought that.” For a moment or two, a dark blush covers her cheeks before she puts her hands down near the keyboard of her laptop. The words on her screen soon change to a picture of a large, semi-curved piece of rubber complete with ridges and barbs. The bear quickly grabs her mouse and switches over to another tab for the time being, the thought of what she just bought causing her face to become awash in its purple hue once again.
  3. “Oh jeez… oh jeez…” She lets out a sigh before navigating her way around her laptop once again. Maybe some videos could ease her thoughts for the time being…? She starts to browse her way through the various tabs and pages she has open, and soon enough that purple blush of hers dies down for the time being.
  4.  
  5. BAM-BAM-BAM!
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  7. The sound of something slamming against her door causes her top jump up in her seat, her eyes wide. She quickly presses a pair of buttons on her laptop, causing the screen to fade into nothing but the wallpaper she had set a while ago - a pair of nice pieces of cake. With that, she stands up from her seat, and looks around.
  8.  
  9. BAM-BAM-BAM!
  10.  
  11. “Delivery!” For a moment or two, the bear blinks at the sound of that before reaching up with one of her hands to grab one of the two curling horns that were spiralling their way out from the top of her head. With the tips of her fingers, she rubs the very tip of one of those horns before quickly making her way towards the front of her home. She lets out a sigh before quietly wrapping her hand around the doorknob, and pulling it open. A moment later, she puts a small smile on her face before speaking.
  12. “A-Ah, hello? How may I help you?” She stands up straighter for a split second, her t-shirt suddenly feeling tight and uncomfortable against her shoulder. Across from her, a rather small-looking red panda girl wearing a blue dress shirt, a pair of black pants, and a hat with the words “Naughty Drake”.
  13. “He-llo! Delivery for a Miss… Skilly? Am I saying that right?” The bear simply nods at that point.
  14. “That would, uh… That’s me, yes.”
  15. “Sign here, would you please?” And like that, the red panda holds out a small device towards the bear. She grabs a hold of it, quickly scribbles something onto the screen with the stylus dangling from the corner by a piece of plastic, and hands it back. “Al-right! Thank you much! Here’s your package!” And like that, a large cardboard box is placed into the bear’s hands.
  16. “Guh…! A lot heavier than I thought it would have been…” For a moment, the bear hefts that box up into her arms.”
  17. “Oh, don’t worry, I think you’ll get used to it eventually.” And like that, the red panda girl simply gives the bear a wink and a knowing look before stuffing her device back into her side pocket. “We at Naughty Drake are happy to help with anything you might want. Be sure to give our service line a call if you have any questions, alright, Miss?” And like that, the red panda turns on her heel, and starts to make her way down the hall.
  18. “Er… r...r-r-right, uh… hm.” And like that, the bear backs her way into her home once more, using her foot to close the door behind her. Once she’s back in, she makes her way towards the small kitchenette on her right. She quickly places the box down onto the small table, and goes back into the kitchen, returning a bit later with a rather blue-looking chef’s knife. Once she makes her way back, she quickly takes the box by the side, and stabs one of the edges with that sharp blade, the tape coming undone within seconds.
  19. “Honestly… If this thing is worth it, I’ll eat my left horn…” And soon enough, the flaps of that box are flipped open, revealing another, smaller box within.
  20. “Wh… wait, I thought I ordered it ready made…? Ugh, for gods sakes…” And like that, she starts towards her laptop in the other room. After grabbing it and making her way back towards her kitchenette, she places it down on the counter top, and scrolls through her tabs. After a moment, she lets out a small scoff.
  21. “Ugh, I ordered the ‘DIY’ version… That must have been why it was so cheap.” And like that, she makes her way over to the small table, and lightly smacks the side of that cardboard container. “Shows what I know for misreading things. Ah well, this thing can’t be too hard to put together, can it…?” And like that, the purple blush from before blazes up onto the bear’s cheeks, causing the pale-green skull marking on her face to have a nice purple accent. “Guh, I’m thinking too much about this!” She reaches up with one of her hands, and rubs the tip of one of her horns, her blush fading an infinitesimal amount.
  22. With that, though, she lets out a sigh and pulls out the contents from that box, and sets them each onto the countertop beside her laptop. First, she pulls out a blue-colored plastic box, then a few tubes of some sort of clear fluid, and finally a small case filled to the brim with bits of material - bits of plastic, food colorings, even a few black bottles.
  23. “Huh… they weren’t kidding when they said this was ‘DIY’... Hm… maybe that sculpting class will finally come in handy. Hehe…” A moment later, she reaches into the box one last time, and pulls out a small packet of paper. “Ah, good, instructions… Let’s see… ‘Fill the box three-fourths the way with as pure water as you can.’ That’s easy, I think.” And like that, the bear makes her way over towards the kitchen once again, and immediately makes her way to her refrigerator. Once she’s there, she opens it up, and pulls out a large filter-topped pitcher of water. She smiles, brings it back over towards the small set-up she had been working with before, takes off the top filter, and pours the majority of that pitcher into that large blue box.
  24. “Alright… that’s done, now what…?” She places that mostly-empty pitcher into her sink, places the top back on, moves the faucet head above the top, and presses a button on the top, causing a small grate to open on top. With that, she turns on the water, moves the faucet so that it’s streaming water into that grate, and walks off back towards her set-up. She’ll get her water back in the fridge when she’s done with this next step, probably. “Alright… now, uh… ‘Open the tube with the green label.’ Green label…?” She looks over towards the small bits and bobs off to the side, and sure enough, a clear tube with a green label is front and center, the words “Synthetic Hardener” plastered on the plastic tube itself.
  25. She looks back towards the small booklet, and starts to read once again…
  26. “Uh… let’s see… ‘Use one-third of the tube for each half of the box filled.’ I...I can do that, probably. Yeah, let’s see… ‘Use more Hardener for a more firm material.’ ...Oh, I’m probably gonna just use the entire bottle, if that’s the case.” The bear smiles for a moment before unscrewing the cap on that tube, up-turning it over the open box, and squeezing as much of that clear material out into the water as she can, which disappears as soon as it hits the water. The entire time, she simply sits there with a smile on her face.
  27. “Hehehe… Oh, this is gonna be good!” She smiles once more, and reaches over towards those instructions once again. “Alright, let’s see… the next thing is to mix it up and let it sit for five minutes… Huh, I would have thought longer, but I’m fine with that. Then I can sculpt it to how I like it, hehe…” And like that, the bear reaches over towards one of the small drawers, pulls it open, and pulls out a large plastic salad-serving spoon.
  28. “Good thing I saved this… It’s actually useful for once.” She smiles, closes that drawer, and reaches over towards the small bits and bobs once again to grab a bottle of bright red food coloring. After uncapping it and bringing it over to that box once again, she tips it over and starts to drip drop after deep-red drop into that fluid, her other hand using the spoon as a mixing implement.
  29. “Alright… take it out before it’s done, and… There we go!” She takes that spoon out of that mixture, brings it over to her sink, and washes it off. Or, tries to. The red plastic-like material seems to have set in the time it took for her to bring it over to the sink, leaving the bear with an up-turned brow.
  30. “Huh… I knew it was supposed to be quick setting, but that… That’s actually a lot quicker than I thought it would be. Go figure.” And like that, she takes that spoon over towards the small garbage can in the corner of the kitchen, and drops it in before heading back to her box. “Alright, let’s see…” With a small gulp of trepidation, she reaches over to the sides of that blue box, and flips open a number of small latches. WIthin seconds, the box falls apart, the only thing left being a cube of bright red, smooth, semi-clear plastic.
  31. “Ah, there we go… Nothing’s come off, I hope…?” She looks around that cube of redness for a moment or two… “Hm… no, it’s all there, I think. Good, good… That should be good for now. I just have to let it sit for a wait to harden up completely…”
  32.  
  33. DING~!
  34.  
  35. The bear’s ears perk up for a moment at the sound of her phone going off. She blinks for a moment or two before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. After pressing her thumb against the small button on the bottom of her screen, her phone unlocks with a soft “ker-chk” sound. There on her screen, the words “NEW MESSAGE - Pine” float their way across the top.
  36. “Oh, great… Hopefully it’s nothing too bad.” With that, she presses the scrolling message, and opens her messenger app.
  37. “Call me when you get the chance.” The bear’s brows furrow for a moment or two at the sight of that.
  38. “Text me telling me to call you? Not the strangest thing I’ve done all day, but sure, alright, I can deal with that, I think…” And like that, the bear moves her way out of her messenger app, and to her phone’s calling function. After punching her way through her contacts, she presses the listing that says “Pineapple” before putting her phone up to her ear.
  39.  
  40. Brrrr… Brrrr… Brrr… Ker-chk.
  41.  
  42. “Hello?” A rather confused-sounding voice comes through the receiver of the bear’s phone. The bear smiles a bit to herself at the sound of her friend answering...
  43. “Piney! Hey, I got your text. What did you need?”
  44. “Oh, I just wanted to remind you that we’ve got a test next class.” At the sound of that, the bear’s eyes widen for a moment.
  45. “Oh… shit. Uh…” For a moment, the bear’s eyes dart towards the clock on the wall, the numbers on its front glowing bright red - 8:02 PM.
  46. “You forgot, too, didn’t you?” The voice on the other end of the receiver speaks in a matter-of fact tone, causing the bear to sigh…
  47. “Yeah, I forgot. You up for an impromptu study session? I’ve got leftovers I could reheat, if that helps.”
  48. “Uh… sure, sure, why not. I’ll be over in an hour, okay? I’ll bring over my notes, and we’ll compare ‘em, okay?” The voice on the other end of the phone lets out a sigh for a moment or two. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you’ve got this thing with other people in your house sometimes.”
  49. “No, no, uh… it’s alright. I’ll be fine with it. Feel free to come over when you can. I’ll be a little bit busy, but I’ll be able to study with you when I can.”
  50. “Sure thing. I’ll be over soon. Hang tight, okay?”
  51. “Alright, see you when you get here.” And like that, the bear brings her phone down from her ear, presses a button, and cuts the connection between her and the voice on the other end of the line. Once she does that, she stuffs her phone back into her pocket.
  52. “Absolutely perfect… Caught having too much fun and now I’m paying for it…” After that, the bear reaches over towards that semi-solid cube of redness, and hefts it up into her arms, her brows furrowing before adjusting herself to its weight. Though, after a moment or two of looking at that red cube from every angle she can, a smile crawls its way across her face.
  53. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun… Let’s see… I’m thinking… dragon. Yeah, that should work for now. Besides, this shouldn’t take too long. I just hope my tools don’t give out while I work.” And like that, she hefts that cube up into her hands to prevent it from slipping through her arms, and starts to make her way towards her small dining table once again. Without another word, she sets it down, and fast-walks her way towards her room, appearing a moment or three later with a small case in hand...
  54.  
  55. BAM BAM BAM!
  56.  
  57. “Skilly? You in there? It’s me, Pine.” At the sound of her friend’s voice, the bear jumps in her seat, one of her tools dropping from her grasp.
  58. “F-Fucky timing, uh… Hang on one moment!” And like that, the bear reaches over that table, grabs a mass of redness, quickly rubs the entirety of its length with a clear fluid, and starts to dart her gaze around the room… Where would she put it? Where could she put it, even? Her thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of the bear’s friend bainging on the door once again.
  59. “Skilly? You good in there? Hellooooo?” The bear glares at the door for a moment or two before calling out once again.
  60. “I-I’m fine! Just… gimme a second to get dressed! I, uh… I just got out of the shower!” That should buy her some time, shouldn’t it? She lets out a small sigh… Yeah, this will have to do for now. With a small sigh, the bear raises that mass of red in her hand, the shape more phallic than anything - a tapered length with a somewhat scaled look, complete with a pair of somewhat dangling orbs right underneath it and a rather wide-looking knob jutting out from the back. For a moment, a bright purple blush colors the bear’s cheeks…
  61. “Well… better start getting used to it…” And like that, the bear takes that red semi-floppy member, and stuffs it into her pants, the smooth knobbed portion pressing right against her folds. For a moment, a small moan shivers its way out of her lips, but she quickly lets out a gasp as she presses that knob between her legs.
  62. “Hnn...ah!!” With that gasp, the rest of that cherry-red member presses itself against the bear’s folds. “Ghh… need to… make this… smaller when… I get the chance… f… fuh…” She lets out a small puff before standing herself up from her seat. Almost immediately, she starts to make her way towards the door, but braces herself against one of the walls.
  63. “Y...Yeah, definitely need to make this smaller.” With that, she pushes herself off and starts to make her way towards the front door, only pausing when she gets there to give herself a small sigh to try and calm herself… A moment later, she puts on a smile, turns the knob on her door, and pulls it open to reveal the light-orange fur and white antlers of her friend.
  64. “Pine! So glad you could, uh… make it in time. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” The being across from her, a deer with a large backpack on his back, a green jacket and a pair of jeans, smiles.
  65. “Skilly! You’re fine, you’re fine. Can, uh… Can I come in now? I’m kinda cold.” True to the deer’s words, he stands there, shivering from the cold outside. Immediately, the bear turns herself to the side.
  66. “U-Uh, sure, sure! Uh… come on in, make yourself at home.” With that, the deer walks himself in, his bag slipping from his shoulder into his elbow. A moment later, he heads through the kitchen, and to the small dining room table, his rump planting itself in the half-pulled out seat with barely another sound. The bear quietly follows behind, the purple blush on her cheeks still somewhat glowing.
  67. “Sorry for the tone, kinda cold out there. It’s… not that pretty, you know?”
  68. “Oh, uh… y-yeah, yeah, I getcha. Um… I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” The bear shifts her weight from one leg to the other, the feeling of that member between her thighs sending shivers up her front.
  69. “Oh, no, no, you’re fine. Um… let’s see… Uh… Where the hell are my- ah, there they are.” And like that, the deer quickly pulls a spiral-bound notebook out from his backpack, places it on the table, and starts to flick through the pages. “We’re talking about sexual anatomy for this Unit, right?”
  70. “Y-Yeah, uh… It’s probably just gonna be easy stuff, if I remember right.” And like that, the bear starts to make her way towards the other nearby seat. After pulling it out and brushing off a piece of errant redness, she quietly plants her rump right on the-
  71. “Hnn…” At the sound of the bear moaning into her own mouth, the deer’s ears perk up for a moment.
  72. “Huh? You say something, Skilly?”
  73. “U-Uh… no, no, just trying to think is all! Ehehe…” The bear quietly puts a shaky smirk onto her face, the deer’s brow raising up a moment later.
  74. “Er… right… Anyway, uh… the section on gametes should be easy… Reproductive health is fine… Anything you’re having trouble with, Skilly? Anything we should go over?”
  75. “Uh… well… maybe… I was having a little trouble with some of the latter parts of that chapter. What do you think?” The bear does her best to lean over towards the deer’s notebook, the now soft piece of pseudo-flesh between her legs getting squished between her thighs and grinding against her folds. Once again, that rich purple blush of hers washes over her cheeks once again, the feeling of heat on her face starting to make her feel a bit self-conscious…
  76. “Huh? You mean the Sexual Dimorphism chapter?” The deer tilts his head for a moment or two at the sound of that while the bear simply nods in response to his question. “It should be easy, no need to worry. It’s just telling the different things about each sex is all. If anything, it shouldn’t be too hard to wrap your head around. Heck, even I understood it.”
  77. “I-I know, but I was absent that day. You know, uh… personal stuff.” And like that, the bear’s gaze averts itself from the deer’s face. The deer, though, simply lets out a sigh, smiles, and slides his book around towards the bear.
  78. “It’s alright. You know I try and take good notes when you’re not there, you know?”
  79. “Yeah, I know… Thanks again, for that. You mind if I…?” She lifts up that notebook by the spiral, her brow raised and pointed towards the deer. The deer simply gives a “go ahead” look before sitting back in his seat a bit more. He rubs his hands together for a moment or two to try and get some of the feeling back into them.
  80. “It’s… way too cold out, you know?”
  81. “Oh, trust me, I know. My winter fur hasn’t come in yet. I’m having to borrow one of my older sister’s jackets to try and keep warm, you know?” She looks up for a moment to speak, and when she’s done, she turns her head back to that notebook… The deer lets out a sigh.
  82. “No kidding… Huh. I thought she was way too big for you.”
  83. “No, just too wide. I can tighten the drawstrings to try and trap the heat.”
  84. “Well, that’s good. Hey, uh… you need anything?” The bear looks up from that notebook once again.
  85. “Ah, actually, can you get my backpack? It should be right over there on the other side of the couch. I think my notebook is in there, and I wanna copy these notes, if it’s alright.” The deer quietly stands up.
  86. “Sure. Hang tight, I’ll be right back with it.” And like that, the deer starts towards the couch on the opposite side of the room. Once he’s there, he grabs a rather large blue backpack by the strap, hefts it onto his shoulder, and starts to make his way back towards the small table that the two of them were sharing. Though… on his way back, he stops in his tracks.
  87. “Uh… Hey, Skilly?”
  88. “Yeah?” The bear keeps her gaze turned towards the deer’s notebook.
  89. “You uh… Am I… I feel like I missed something.” At the sound of that, the bear’s brow furrows, causing her to look up from her test-cramming.
  90. “Missed something? Like… from the lecture, or…?” She trails off for the time being while the deer stands there. A bright red blush has since warmed its way onto his face, and judging from the hand that’s currently rubbing the back of his neck, he’s certainly feeling something.
  91. “Uh… when did you start wearing workout shorts around the house? And, uh… what’s, uh…” The sound of the deer’s voice causes the bear’s eyes to get as big as dinner platters.
  92. “Uh… ehehehe… well. You see it’s a-... Now it’s nothing to wo-... I’ll be right back.” And like that, the bear scrambles up from her seat, and starts to stumble her way towards the kitchen, her face awash in a deep purple blush. The deer simply stands there for a moment or two, his eyes wide and a blush slowly starting to fade from his face.
  93. “I… Oh my gods, apparently everyone I know has a cock like a monster and I never fucking noticed. What the… fffffffuck…?” The deer brings one of his hands to his head, where he quietly rubs his temple for a moment… It’s only when the sound of something slipping and smacking the floor does the deer knock himself out of his self-induced reverie. “Uh… Skilly? You okay in there?”
  94. “Mother-fraser… muzza… fffuh… out, you damned…” The bear’s voice trails off at the sound of that, causing the deer to quickly make his way towards the entrance to the bear’s kitchen. Once he steps through the doorway, he’s greeted by the sight of the bear on the ground, her shorts around one ankle, and a cherry-red member sticking its way out from her crotch. Immediately, the deer’s face becomes beetroot red, and a small trickle of blood dribbles out of the deer’s nose.
  95. “Uh… Skilly…?” Immediately, the bear stops moving, and looks up straight towards the deer’s face. At once, her face turns as purple as a plum.
  96. “...L-L… Let’s be honest, this is the weirdest thing you’ve seen all day.” The deer simply nods at the sound of that.
  97. “Uh… did you, uh… What in the…?” He leans over towards the bear’s lap, and blinks for a moment or two at what he was seeing - the bear was pulling on that cherry-red member best she can, and was apparently failing from the deer’s perspective. Almost immediately, the bear lets go and covers her eyes with her hands before letting out an embarrassed whine.
  98. “Hnn-hn… oh gods, you must think I’m a freak.” The bear tries her best to scrunch herself into a ball, but the deer makes his way over.
  99. “Skilly, uh… do you mind explaining what this is…?” And like that, the deer kneels down next to her, and lightly prods the side of that synthetic peen. Almost immediately, the bear jumps in her seat before wrapping her hands around the deer’s wrist.
  100. “AH, DON’T TOUCH IT OH MY GOD!!” The deer quickly pulls himself away as best he can before the bear can speak again. She ends up taking a bit of a breath before speaking. “I-I-It’s, um… i-i-it’s… c...c-c-custom made? Ehehe…” The deer sits there for a moment, mouth agape in confusion. “W...Well uh… that was probably not funny at all. Um… I ordered something off of Naughty Drake’s website. I thought I was getting something pre-made, but it turns out it was just a kit and… well… Um… I think I made the base a bit too big to pull it out by myself.” She covers her face with her hands once again.
  101. “Uh… well… d...do you… like… need some help, or…?” The bear simply sits there for a moment without saying a word… Though,with a reluctant nod, she slowly spreads her legs, exposing the large red orbs under that translucent member. Immediately, the deer swallows his tension, and makes his way next to the bear’s legs. Without another word, he reaches forward to grab that red member, and starts to tug it out as best he can.
  102. “Hnnn… Hah… C...C-Careful, please?” The deer sighs, and eases up for a moment to let the bear calm down… This thing was stuck, alright.
  103. “Huh… Skilly, I’m gonna try pulling as hard as I can, all I need you to do is relax, okay?” The bear simply keeps her face covered before she nods, the purple blush on her face looking like it could start glowing brighter than the sun at this point. Without another word, the deer grabs a hold of that scale-like member, starts to tug once again, the bear letting out small whine at the feeling of that knob between her folds starting to slip…
  104.  
  105. Sll...POP!
  106.  
  107. The deer tumbles backwards as that cherry-red member comes free in his hands! At once, the bear’s walls clamp down to fill the space that knob had left!
  108. “Ah…! Hnn… F...fuh… c...c-c-c-cumming…!” And without another word, a small splattering of the bear’s juices sprays out onto the floor at the deer’s feet. The deer simply sits there on his rump with a tapered cock in his hand, the bear’s backpack forgotten by the entrance to that kitchen.
  109. “I… what the fuck.” The deer’s face contorts with confusion. Meanwhile, the bear is laying on her back, her folds dripping with her own juices.
  110. “Hah… hah… s...sorry… um… oh my gosh I must look like a complete mess.” And like that, she covers her face with her hands once again before closing her legs as tightly as she can manage.
  111. “No! Uh… no, it’s alright. Um… you gonna be alright? You need anything?” The deer sits there for a moment, his hand idly making its way to his crotch to adjust a few things that were residing there. The bear stays silent for a moment before mumbling into her hands. “Huh? Speak up, I can’t hear you when you’re covering your face.”
  112. “F-Fu...Fuck me… please, Pine?” The deer’s eyes widen at the sound of that, and the bulge in his pants seems to twitch itself to attention against his leg.
  113. “Uh… w… what?”
  114. “Pineapple, please? I’m… horny enough that it’s starting to hurt. Can you please, just-... f-f-fuck me?” The bear quietly takes her hands away from her face, that purple blush positively glowing at this point. The deer blinks for a moment or two before looking around the room. He stops when he spots that fake peen in his hand.
  115. “Uh… wh...where should I put…? I’ll just… put it in the sink for now.” With barely a word, he reaches up, takes that ruby-colored member, and places it over the rim of that metal sink, where it plops against the metal surface without another sound. He turns back to the bear at that point, who was busy panting and shivering. The deer lets out a small sigh at that point, his own blush raging across his face.
  116. “I mean… a-are you sure you want this? Like… I kinda… cum a lot, you know?” He looks away from the bear at that point, one of his hands rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
  117. “Piney, please…!” The bear whines for a moment or two, her breath starting to puff out quicker and quicker.
  118. “Oh… fine. Give me a second to get ready, okay?” And like that, the deer stands up from his spot on the kitchen floor, and reaches towards the button at his waist. After un-doing it and unzipping the zipper that came along with it, he pushes his pants down towards his knees, his member straining itself against his boxers. Without another word, he steps out of his pants as best he can, his hand bracing against the nearby counter to help him balance. In no time, his pants are off, and his thumb is hooked around his waistband.
  119. “Hah… Pine… that thing looks like it could… s...split me in half. Oh my fuck, I need it, please put it right here, Piney.” The bear’s eyes widen at the sight of the deer’s member. She spreads her legs for a moment, the look of pure lust on her face acting over anything else.
  120. “Fine, fine, hang on. Uh… Let’s see… You’re sure that you want this, Skilly?” The deer kneels once more, his member free from its cloth prison. He grabs it with one hand, and braces himself against the bear’s thigh with the other. “Like… I’ll try and pull out, but just be careful okay?” At the sound of that, the bear simply nods, and lays there, her folds twitching like mad. Without another word, the deer quietly lines himself up against the bear’s entrance, and starts to push his way in. He slips in rather quickly, causing the bear to let out a shiver of delight and a chuckle of satisfaction.
  121. “Hehe… oh, please… more… Piney, this feels… amazing.” She smiles for a moment longer before placing her feet against the cold hardwood flooring under herself. She quickly leans herself back as best as she can, causing her hips to rise into the air. The deer blinks at the feeling of that, as well as the warmth and smoothness around his member.
  122. “Hah… Skilly, I didn’t know you felt this good… Hehe… That sounded kinda lame, didn’t it?” The deer simply blushes for a moment before quietly pressing more of his member into that bear’s folds, her skeleton-like markings becoming a bit matter around her pelvis. She was getting into it, it seems.
  123. “Pineapple, I’m gonna say this once - p-please stop talking and fuck me into nothing but a mess on the floor!” The bear smiles a lust-filled, yet loopy grin, the feeling of the deer’s member driving her senses wild. The deer blinks for a moment or two, and simply nods, shuts his mouth, and starts to pull himself out of the bear’s folds once again.
  124. “Hnn…!” The deer suddenly leans forward and slams most of his length back in, causing a lewd “squelch” to echo into the air!
  125. “HAHN~!!! J-JUST LIKE THAT, PLEASE PINEY!!” The bear throws her head back at that point, the feeling of her entrance getting filled with what she absolutely wanted right then and there being the only thing on her mind. The deer simply pulls out until the very tip of his length is the only thing that’s left within her folds, then slams in once again, sending another ‘squelch” to echo against the walls. In and out, over and over again, the deer simply keeps going as he did before, pulling out and slamming in. With each thrust, the bear lets out a shivering moan into the air, her walls clamping down against each hard thrust the deer gives her.
  126. Before long, the deer lets out a small sigh…
  127. “C...Close. I-I-I’m close.” At the sound of that, the bear looks up from her spot on the floor towards the deer, and wraps her legs around the deer’s waist. At once, the deer’s eyes widen at the feeling of the bear’s skeleton-marked fluff wrapping around him.
  128. “P-Please… c-cum inside…!!” The deer furrows his brows at the sound of that.
  129. “Skilly, no, I don’t want to. I’d prefer to j...hah… ju...just cum outside, you know? I don’t want kids. At least… right now.” And like that, the deer places his hands against the bear’s legs, and pushes them apart before pulling himself out of the bear’s folds one last time. For a moment or two, the bear furrows her brows in annoyance, but lets out a sigh…
  130. “A...Alright… b...b-b-but you’re making me cum after this!”
  131. “I can work with that. Just sit tight, okay? And, uh… um… a-a-re you ready for a treat?” The deer smirks for a moment or two at the sound of his own joke. “G-Get… Get it, Skilly?”
  132. “Piney, just… please cum so I can get off, too?” The bear furrows her brows once again, her folds twitching with need. The deer lets out a sigh, and simply starts to stroke his length without another word. Soon enough, the deer tenses up, and lets out a small gasp as a thick rope of searing hot cum launches itself out of his member, and splashes against the bear’s front. She lets out a shiver of content at the feeling of that warm sticky fluid splashing against her front.
  133. Then, another… And another. And another, still. Soon enough, the bear’s entire front is absolutely covered in pearly white fluid. With a small sigh of relief, the deer sits back onto his rump, and squeezes out the rest of his cum as best he can, small spurts dribbling their way out of his member. The bear simply chuckles for a moment or two before reaching over and poking the deer on the forehead.
  134. “H-Huh?”
  135. “Pineyyyy… You mind indulging me for a little bit? I, uh… still need to cum over here.” And like that, the bear leans back once again, and spreads her folds for the deer to see. “U-Um… c...come and have a taste, Piney.” And like that, a bright purple blush colors the bear’s cheeks once more. The deer blinks for a moment or two before a blush of his own creeps onto his face, red as a tomato. With a small sigh, he leans over and starts to run his tongue along the bear’s folds, each pass causing a shiver of delight to squirm its way through her nerves.
  136. “Th… There we goooOOH!! Hnnn…!!! J...Just like that…!” And like that, the deer simply smiles, presses his hands against the bear’s inner thighs, and lets out a sigh as he continues on with his licking and slurping. Soon enough, though, the bear’s walls clamp down right on the tip of his tongue, causing him to stop where he is!
  137. “Hnn...Yeah… t...there we go... Hah… that’s… that’s the ticket…” And like that, the bear simply leans her head back against the wooden floors, her folds finally letting go of the deer’s tongue. The deer in question quietly slips his tongue back into his mouth, and lets out a sigh of his own.
  138. “Y...You gonna be okay, Skilly?”
  139. “Mmm… y...yeah… just… gimme a minute, would you please?”
  140. “Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go get dressed and head back to-” The deer’s words suddenly stop, causing the bear to look up at him from her spot on the floor.
  141. “Huh? What’s wrong, Piney?”
  142. “Oh, uh… nothing, just trying to remember things for the test for class tomorrow.” At the sound of that, the bear’s eyes widen.
  143. “...Oh, fuck. Pine, we need to study. Like… oh my fuck, we need to study.” The bear quietly sits up at that point, and tries to climb her way to her feet. A moment later, she braces herself on the side of the sink, and lets out a sigh. “Hah… hah… must be more tired than I thought… Wow… Piney, you fuck like a sewing machine - leaving me in stitches.”
  144. “Pfft… Skilly, that’s a bad joke, but holy shit, it’s funny.” The deer lets out a small chuckle to himself before rubbing his neck… “I… wow, we really did this, huh?”
  145. “I… guess we did, didn’t we?” The bear simply lets out a chuckle of her own at that point… “Oh, uh… hang on.” And like that, the ebar reaches into the sink, and pulls out the cherry-red member. The deer furrows his brow.
  146. “Uh… that’s… really intricate, actually. How much did that cost you, even?” The deer starts to gather up his pants as best he can, and starts to pull them on. The bear, though, flips that translucent member over in her hand for a moment.
  147. “Trust me, the kit was worth at least a hundred bucks, but… Honestly, I think it’s worth it. I’m gonna go shower. You know where the leftovers are if you get hungry, okay, Piney?” And like that, the bear starts to make her way towards the exit to her kitchen.
  148.  
  149. Herrrr- ksssss…
  150.  
  151. “Ah, there we go… just what I need…” The bear lets out a small sigh of relief at the feeling of warm water running through her fur. He wasn’t kidding - he came a lot., didn’t he? For a moment, she simply enjoys the warmth of the water washing over herself… She even brings her hands up to slick her hair back. Though, that thought is interrupted by the feeling of something squishy smacking against her forehead.
  152. “Gah! Wha- oh, pfft.” And like that, the bear starts to giggle to herself. In her hand was that red synthetic member from before, now slick from the water around her. “I can’t believe that you would cause me so much trouble today…” For a moment, she trails off before looking towards the entrance… She could just… yeah, she could do that again.
  153. “Hehe… alright, well… I know what I’m keeping with me for a while. Back in you go…” And like that, the bear starts to take that member, and press the knob against her entrance once again. This time, it takes a bit less effort than before for it to slip inside, but she still lets out a gasp at the feeling of her entrance getting filled.
  154. “Ffffffucking big…” She leans against the wall of her shower, taking slow breaths for the time being. In no time, she lets out a small sigh before standing up once again, the limp member between her legs seeing flush with her crotch. That thing wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
  155. “Hah… good… good, good. I can… Yeah, I’ll deal with this for the time being.” She smiles once again, and starts to reach for one of the small bottles of shampoo that were hanging on the rack right under the shower head. After lathering herself up with a nice body wash, she lets out a sigh and simply soaks under the hot water… Though, before long, she shuts off the shower head with a quick turn of a handle. After quickly getting out of the shower, she lets out a small sigh before covering herself with a towel or two… or three. Or four.
  156. “Alright… now, to just dry off and get some clothes on. Gosh, I hope Piney’s not waiting long… Ah, he can wait. I need some clothes.” She lets out another small sigh before making her way out of her bathroom, and into her own room, where she quickly strips herself of her (now-damp) towels, and starts to pull on a set of clothes from earlier that night - an oversized t-shirt, short spandex shorts, and a pair of nice fuzzy socks. With those on, she quietly makes her way out of her bedroom, and back towards the deer.
  157. The sound of paper flipping over meets her ears, though, as well as the sight of the deer going through his notes.
  158. “Piney, you need a turn in the shower?” She leans around the door frame from the kitchen, a small purple blush blazing itself onto her cheeks once again.
  159. “Huh? Uh… no, no, I’m okay. You get situated in there?” The deer quickly flips over a page before turning back to the words on the page.
  160. “Yeah, I’m okay. You think we really need to study any for the test tomorrow…? I mean… uh… I think it’s kind of easy, isn’t it?” And like that, the bear quietly makes her way to that table, and starts to plant her rump into the chair she occupied before, but not before making sure that she wasn’t going to sit on that knot once again. That would be a bad way to spend the night after just finishing everything up.
  161. “I mean… I guess, but I’m kinda stressing over this test and all… I kinda didn’t do so hot on the last one, you know?”
  162. “I mean… I guess, but I don’t think you should worry too much. We’ve got this. Right? I mean… w-we’ve kinda seen things first hand here, haven’t we?” At the sound of that, the deer’s eyes widen a bit, and he straightens up in his seat.
  163. “Holy shit, Skilly, you genius! We can just compare our notes with our own anatomy, can’t we? Like… oh my gods, why didn’t I think about this before…?” The deer starts to smile wider and wider before flipping his notebook over to the front page once again. At which point, the bear simply lets out a small sigh. She wasn’t going to get a good night’s sleep tonight, was she…?
  164.  
  165. “Alright, class, you have the entire class period to finish this test. If you finish early, turn in your test, and you’re free to leave. If you have any questions during the test itself, feel free to come up to me, and whisper your question. No cell phones or electronic devices will be allowed until the test is over. Your time starts now - good luck.”
  166. The speaker, a male horse with a pair of glasses, a sweater, and a bit of a limp to his step, starts to hand out packet after packet paper. The bear, who was sitting in one of the desks at the front of the room, lets out a sigh… Yeah, she could do this. Without another word, she signs her name at the top of her packet, and starts to answer the questions within that pack of testing material.
  167. After a moment or two, the bear smiles… yeah, these questions were easy as pie to her! In no time, she circles answer after answer, sentence after sentence… And before long, she lets out a sigh before standing up from her seat, making her way up towards the front, and placing the packet she had been handed facing down. The horse raises a brow for a moment, leans forward, and speaks in a low whisper.
  168. “Miss Skilly, how do you feel you did?” The bear simply smiles a bit at the sound of that.
  169. “I… feel good about this. I’ll see you next class, Mister Yegra.” And like that, the bear goes back over to her desk, gathers her things, and starts to head out of the room. Just as she makes it towards the desk nearest to the door, the sound of a pencil clattering against palstic meets her ears. She blinks, looks back into the class, as spots the deer standing up with a packet of his own in hand. The bear simply smiles, and heads outside the class. She’ll catch up with him once he gets out.
  170. With that, she heads out, and lets out a small sigh before leaning against one of the nearby walls. A few seconds later, the door to her classroom opens, and out comes the deer.
  171. “Piney! How’d you do?” The bear leans over towards the deer for a moment, her bag tossed onto her back. The deer simply smiles, gives the bear a small thumbs up, and a smile.
  172. “Aced it! You were right, that was easy, Skilly! Oh, uh… by the way. Th...Thank you for, uh… ‘studying’ with me last night.” For a moment, a small red blush appears on the deer’s face, with a purple one to match appearing on the bear’s face a moment or two later.
  173. “Oh, uh… hehe.. No problem, Piney.”
  174. “Hehe… um… by the way, I couldn’t help but notice last night, but uh… while we were s-s-studying, I couldn’t help but notice that you, uh… p-put it back in, you know?” The deer rubs the back of his neck at the sound of his own words, the bear reaching up to grab the tip of one of her own curling horns in response.
  175. “O-Oh, um… yeah, uh… can you blame me? I think it… Well… it feels… nice. I’m gonna keep it in for a while longer.” She smiles for a moment before the two of them continue on down the halls.
  176. “You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”
  177. “Well… you know, it does, but in the best way. I-I-I should get used to it soon enough. B-Besides, I think I’ll get a kick out of it, and uh… y-y-you, too, if you wanna keep studying like that?” For a moment, the bear simply continues to walk, her face contorted into a nice skull-faced smile. The deer rubs the back of his neck for a moment or two, and walks beside her.
  178. “Y...You know, I could handle that. Ehehe… Um… you’re wearing it today, aren’t you?”
  179. “I like to think of it as positive studying skills, you know? E-E-Ehehe…” Another purple blush blazes onto the bear’s cheeks at the sound of her own words.
  180. “Riiight… just be careful with that thing. As the owner of one of those, it can get you into a lot of trouble if you don’t swing right.” At the sound of the deer’s words, the bear simply smiles and glances back at him.
  181. “Oh, t-t-trust me, w-w-what’s the worst that could happen?”
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