"Another?"

Focus returns to Andy's gaze as he looks up from his potato skins at the barkeep. The wallaby clinks his clawtip on the rim of the nearly empty lowball glass and the bear nods before returning his attention back to the food on his plate; the low droning of whatever was on the TVs above the bar in his ears and the mixed scents of the various patrons, the kitchen, and the assortment of alcohols behind the bar in his nose. The second Sunday of May had come once again, and the bars in the area stood by as one of the few venues that weren't exactly a destination to take one's mother for quality time. This fact alone is all that made coming here tolerable. That, and the fact that Andy lacked the drive to cook for the evening. Being single and moving several hours from home in order to have a career, there were no reservations to be made, so Andy contented himself with giving himself a little break with food and alcohol.

As the wallaby returns with Andy's next amaretto sour and sets it next to the first, another customer takes the seat next to the bear. "I'll have what he's having." comes from the sultry, yet distinctly feminine voice, making Andy's ear twitch. [i]She's confident, that's for sure...[/i] the bear thinks to himself. The barkeep nods and returns to his bottles, and the voice, followed by a soft, black-furred hand resting on the back of Andy's wrist, once again flows into his ear like honey, "I'm Bernadette." His eyes slowly follow up that black-furred hand, adorned with a couple of loose, golden bangles, and he takes a breath to respond in kind. As the air fills his nose, he's greeted by the unmistakable scent of a lady who neglected to wear any kind of concealing undergarments for the current season, making him rumble softly as he finally replies with his own name. Their eyes finally meet after a few lingering looks at the distinct markings that highlight the sun bearess' cleavage in her tight, red dress, making her chuckle softly as she gives a reassuring squeeze onto Andy's wrist. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to give you a better look at them later." His tail curls around his leg as he nods, grinning softly as he tries to ignore the painful tenting in his jeans.

After about half an hour of semi-awkward conversation, a shared plate of potato skins, and several more drinks, Bernadette finally grabs Andy by the tail and steps down from the bar stool, making sure to give the male a good eyeful of exactly how little was underneath the bottom half of her dress. With a wink, she leads the tipsy bear home with her, the front of his jeans drawing looks of a few of the patrons on his way out as his tent pushed far enough to keep his pant legs hugging the backs of his ankles, a ring of damp, darker denim encircling the peak of the otherwise light blue fabric. Other than a few stumbles from the intoxicated male, they make it to her apartment without incident. Pressing Andy to the door, Bernadette leans in for a deep, passionate kiss, intertwining her long tongue with his while she fishes out her keys. His tail curls around her lower back reflexively, the tip hanging low and brushing underneath the sun bearess' dress to tease at the wet, uncovered snatch hidden between her thighs, only serving to stir up even more of her wonderful scent into the air, paired with a soft moan. She fumbles with her keys a bit as the male catches her off guard, but finally gets the door open and pushes him through, kicking it closed behind her none-too-gently with the spike of her high heel, which she promptly kicks off afterward. Slinging her purse into a nearby chair in the darkness with practiced aim, she continues to press Andy towards the bedroom, stepping on the sides of his shoes between heated kisses so he'd step back and out of them. The rest of his clothes found other homes in the hallway as she strips him down to the fur, and she gives one long, last, lingering kiss before pushing him back onto the bed.

Taking a moment to appreciate the drunken male in the pale moonlight, she leans in and takes in the scent of his bearhood before kissing her way up his large, silver-furred balls and sheath and along his thick, pink cock, taking the opportunity to drag the tip of her tongue over the bulbous, ursine head and get a hearty taste of his pre, only serving to stir up the fire in her loins even more. Placing her hand on his chest, she pushes Andy back further onto the bed as she climbs on top of him, giving the black bear a first-person perspective of the underside of her dress. Resting the hot, wet lips of her labia on the cool nose of the male beneath her, she firmly commands, "Eat." Andy obliges only too gladly, getting a dose of pheremones right from the source as his long, warm tongue laps over and parts those lips, the taste of her honey filling his muzzle as he digs in deeper. Bernadette pins the male's shoulders as she rides his muzzle, grinding back and forth and letting out low, pleasured moans into the darkness, the sensation building up into even more heat that compels her to pull her dress off and reveal her breasts in the moonlight, each easily a handful. Her pleasure finally builds to a crescendo as she peaks, painting Andy's tongue with a small rush of her juices while her inner walls squeeze around the long, warm muscle exploring them, and filling his ears with the rewarding music of her growls and groans. 

Reaching for her headboard, Bernadette nudges the ursine beneath her forward with her knees, making him scoot back even further onto the bed until his head rests on a firm pillow. She takes one of the inebriated male's wrists and guides it up and into a padded leather strap. He opens his mouth to say something, only to have a single finger placed on his lips, effectively silencing any kind of question or protest. After securing the first strap, she proceeds to bind his other wrist, and then works her way down to his ankles, improvising a binding for his tail by pinning it to his leg with the top sheet and securing the sheet around his left ankle. Andy tries to struggle a bit after the final binding is put into place as he looks at the bearess beauty who now holds him captive, only to find that he can wiggle back and forth maybe about an inch or two at best, making his cock sway in the moonlight of the otherwise dark room. Before climbing back onto the bed, Bernadette reaches under the bed and pulls out what looks like a leather hood of some sort, with lots of straps and buckles. Before Andy can say anything, she quickly pulls it over his head, and the first thing he notices is that the scent of pheremones is now completely absent in the air. She pulls the strap around his muzzle and a faint click of a small padlock lets the male know he won't be able to talk his way out of anything anytime soon. Next, she covers the windows for his eyes and secures them with another strap and padlock. Nothing to see here. Before she secures the padded windows for his ears, she places her little red dress into his hands and whispers into his ears, "Hold this, and let go when you're about to cum. You're only here as a toy for my pleasure, not to procreate." Andy can only nod in response and grips the dress tightly, earning a pat on the head before his hearing is cut off from the rest of the world. [i]Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil...[/i] he thought to himself.

Feeling weight on his hips and belly, he could only guess as to what comes next. He could feel Bernadette's teasing caresses as she ran her fingers through his fur, occasionally adding a bit of clawtip to spice things up. The feeling became electric as the loss of his other senses only amplified the feeling of every touch, and all he could do is squirm and let out muffled grunts, growls, and groans, especially whenever she'd tease her heated labia against the broad head of his cock. When she finally parted her lips with his bearhood and sank her heat down into his lap, the feeling was indescribable. Andy was no stranger to playing with ladies, herms, and vagentlemen in heat, both with and without protection, but that was always with all five of his senses available to him. Being reduced to just one, the feeling of her inner ursine anatomy pairing with his own was almost overwhelming. Squirming more against his restraints, he can feel the bearess on top of him press onto his chest to hold him in place as she starts to ride, slow at first, and then hard and fast for a few seconds before slowing back down again, using Andy as her personal, living dildo. He could only lay there and imagine her scent filling the air, her cries of ecstasy, the taste of her lips, and the sight of her perky breasts bouncing in the moonlight as he was used. The only thing for certain is the sensation of her soaking his crotch and ball fur with the pheremone-laden mixture of their combined mating fluids, and the instinctive, rhythmic squeezing and milking of her inner walls each time she reaches climax, making his heavy balls tighten as he tries to prolong his own. It felt like heaven each time she slid him all the way in to where his bulbous head mashed up to her cervix, where her inner fire was at its most intense, making her muscles contract involuntarily up against the underside of his corona. Just a bit more and...

[i]Shit, I'm close, maybe I can hold off...[/i] Andy thinks to himself as he tries to resist the urge to let go of the dress, [i]...no, I'm too close, time to end the ride.[/i] The amount of clarity he achieved could only be credited to the filter in the hood keeping the pheremones at bay, he deduced. Opening his hands, he waits for Bernadette to lift off of him, but her tempo never changes! He squirms and lets out muffled grunts in an attempt to warn or buck her off, but his only reward is more pressure on his chest. He wiggles his fingertips to try and get her attention, but her dress obscures them, his slightly overgrown clawtips snagging the fabric and keeping the garment from falling from his grip. As the sun bearess drops her hips down to mash his bulbous, ursine cockhead against her womb's entrance once more, Andy does the only thing he can at this point: he climaxes, hard. When the first jet of his hot, sticky seed erupts straight into her needy depths, Bernadette can't help but climax for the sixth time, milking even more of the male's potent, copious spunk from his rod. Realization settles in for her that it's far too late to pull out now as she quickly comes off her peak and she growls as she undoes the padlocks and straps on the hood, scowling at the panting male as he continues to pump away inside her. She rakes her claws across Andy's chest in frustration, "You were supposed to warn me that you were about to cum! The pharmacies are closed, and the nearest Walrus-Mart and ER are over an hour away! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

With a sheepish grin, and still impaired from the night of drinking, Andy nods and says the first thing that comes to mind: "Happy Mother's Day!"