Chapter 1

Goldy had been to the Seabreeze Resort multiple times, thanks to the very warm welcome she had received upon her very first arrival. To most, a gracious greeting seemed to be standard fare: the resort employees simply doing their job. But to a quadrupedal grizzly bear who was used to others having to adjust to her form, being treated just like anyone else was a wonderful change of pace.

Another appealing aspect was that the entire resort was nudist friendly. Not everyone chose to be naked, but many were all too happy to take advantage of that particular freedom. For Goldy, this saved her the difficulty of having to put on clothing; it was manageable, yes, but a bit inconvenient without thumbs.

The bear was walking along the beach, humming a tune to herself through a rolled up towel held in her jaws. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, glittering on the turquoise waves and reflecting off the bright white sand. She could feel the warmth on her pawpads, and the little grains of sand between her toes with each step she took. The sweet and salty scent of the sea surrounded her, already filling her with a sense of relaxation.

There were plenty of places to set up along the shore, but the bear had her preferred spot: a trio of palm trees jutting out of the sand. It offered the perfect amount of shade when the sun was just overhead and beaming down at its hottest, and when the ocean breeze blew the leaves rustled like paper wind chimes. Others tended to avoid resting there for fear of falling coconuts, but the bear figured it was unlikely and if it did happen, hey, free snack!

This time, however, there appeared to be someone there, sprawled out on a towel. As Goldy got closer, she could see he was a chocolate-brown otter, half her standing height on all fours but heavyset with fat rolls splaying outwards. His eyes were closed and he was snoring audibly. She paused to consider her options, and decided that there was no harm in asking him to move.

The bear gently placed her towel on the sand and said, “Excuse me.”

The otter, whose name was Cooper, grunted and then blinked his icy blue eyes open, seeing a big brown bear face with big brown eyes staring down at him. He closed his eyes and then grunted, stretching his arms above his head and shaking a little bit, before relaxing his body and opening his eyes once again.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” said Goldy, “but this is where I sit on the beach, so, may I please have this spot?”

The otter had just arrived that day, needing some time away from his life back home where stress was piling up. He’d already dealt with a delayed flight and he was exhausted; the last thing he wanted to do was get up and move. He had to stop himself from reacting out of annoyance, and instead acknowledge that it was ultimately a polite request.

“You can have this spot when I’ve finished with it,” replied the otter with as friendly a smile as he could manage.

“I’d prefer it if you were finished with it now, if it’s all the same,” replied Goldy with a warm smile of her own. “I could get you a meal or something for the inconvenience.” She understood that she was basically claiming a spot, and if she was going to have someone move she wanted to make sure they came out just as happy.

Cooper hadn’t just gained his weight from sitting around; that was only half of the equation. The idea of a free meal was very tempting, since he hadn’t opted for the all-inclusive package. At the moment, however, all he wanted to do was lay there and take a nap in the sun.

“I appreciate the offer,” said Cooper, “but I’m going to have to decline.”

The bear’s smile faded into a more neutral expression. “Pretty please?” she said, trying to make the biggest shimmering puppy eyes she could possibly manage. “I love this spot and I always sit here.”

The otter took a deep self-calming breath and realized he was going to have to be more direct. He sat up and said, “Listen, Miss…” he made a rolling gesture with a handpaw, asking her to fill the blank.

“Goldy,” replied the bear.

“Miss Goldy,” repeated the otter. “This is the sort of thing that’s first come first serve, and I’m already here. If you really want to get this spot the second I’m done with it, you can set up nearby.” He shook his head. “But I don’t plan on moving from here until I’m ready to move.” He lay back down to cement his point. “So, please find somewhere else for now. There’s an entire beach and you can sit anywhere you want.” He closed his eyes and tried to focus his attention back on the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Goldy frowned at that and let out a sigh at her own dilemma. It was clear that the otter wasn’t going to move and she couldn’t really force him to do anything. But she had tried different spots and they simply didn’t hit her with the same cozy feeling as being in the center of a triangle of trees. As she heard the otter start to snore lightly, she thought to what he had said: you can sit anywhere you want.

A mischievous smirk crossed the bear’s lips. She decided that if the otter wouldn’t be persuaded to move, there was nothing to be done about it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy that spot all the same. She carefully positioned herself above him, backing up so her hindquarters were right above his head. She peered around herself to make sure she was positioned to her liking, and then slowly lowered to sit on the otter’s face.

Cooper was smothered in smelly darkness which tugged him out of his dreams into the waking world. He nosed around with dreamy uncertainty up until he recognized the distinctly spicy and earthy stink of butthole. He blushed deeply and took a long and deep sniff, feeling the stench clinging to his nostrils. He exhaled in a muffled moan, feeling his sheath start to tremble with arousal.

Goldy blushed a little bit with brief surprise at the deepness of the inhale: clearly deliberate. The warmth of fluster covered Cooper’s face, radiating from face-cheeks into butt-cheeks. She had gone into this planning to playfully use him as furniture, assuming he would be put off by the smell of a grizzly bear’s ass. She did not expect to feel affectionate nuzzles deeper into her pucker, that little nose trying to huff up as much stench as possible.

Cooper’s webbed toes curled and he began to buck his hips as he took long and greedy inhales of Goldy’s butthole. The smell was potent, musk and stink mixing together beautifully into a delectable olfactory cocktail for a horny, sniffy otter. It didn’t take long for his tapered blue length to peek out of hiding; the embarrassment of having this reaction with someone he barely knew was offset by the pleasure of the overall situation.

The bear smiled a little bit as she saw the otter’s rising erection. It was very flattering to get someone that aroused simply by sitting on their face, especially someone she had just met. She wiggled her haunches a little bit, shifting to get his face crammed against the wrinkles of her asshole. She clenched inwards when she felt a tongue poking out, curiously exploring the outer walls of her rim.

The otter could taste the slight bitterness of musk, but other than that her backside was as clean as it could possibly be. He didn’t hesitate to shove his tongue up as an offering of appreciation for letting him smell her like this. He felt her lift a little bit (presumably out of surprise) and proceeded to dive his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking the bear sitting on his face.

Goldy hadn’t expected any sort of reciprocation and groaned softly as she was rimmed, rocking her hips over Cooper’s face. She very much enjoyed the way his fat cushioned around her own pudge, sharing their warmth and building up sweat. She knew that kind of butt-sniffer liked when things got hot and steamy, and (based on his more eager thrusting as sweat started to seep out of her fur and skin) she was absolutely right.

Cooper shoved his tongue up as deep as it could go, pulling back so only the tip was in bear butt before launching back upwards. His entire body jolted as he felt the bear’s massive meaty forepaws around his cock, the leathery surfaces gently squishing around the sensitive flesh. He let out a muffled whine and began to hump into those paws eagerly, feeling very lucky to be in this situation.

The bear didn’t even have to move her forepaws much after sandwiching the shaft, the eager little otter below doing all paw-fucking for her. All she had to do was sit there and enjoy the various sensations: a pre-leaking length gliding between her pads, a tongue dipping in and out of her asshole while a nose huffed up her stench, and the soft cushioning of a fat body below her butt. She closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale of the surrounding salty sea air, then letting out a contented sigh. This was the most relaxed she had felt in a long time.

The otter, by contrast, was feeling overwhelmed by pleasure in the best possible way. There wasn’t anything relaxing about his current position but he didn’t care, it felt so good that he wanted it to last for as long as possible. As he thrust up into the bear’s large forepaws, took greedy inhales of her stench, and kept his tongue buried deep within her hole, all the pleasure reached its peak and resulted in a thick spurt of cum launching out of his cock. It was a powerful orgasm, enough to make his entire body lock up and his mind go blank.

Goldy felt the creamy stream launching up between her paws, a rope of it landing square on her muzzle. She licked her chops and swirled the semen on her tongue before swallowing, tasting distinct notes of blueberry amid the natural taste. She brought her forepaws to her face and licked them clean, eyes closing while she savored the flavors.

Cooper simply caught his breath under the bear’s big butt, every inhale laced with her scent. Whatever stress he had gone through up to that point almost felt worth it just for that one climax to happen there and then. The doughy softness of grizzly cheeks hugged his head in place, and the wrinkled flesh of pucker continued to hold his face. If this was where he was going to stay for the foreseeable future, he could think of worse places to be.

The bear, however, had other ideas. With a few final wiggles of her doughy tush, she leaned up and forward to lift off of the otter’s face. The warm ocean air almost felt cool compared to the body heat they had shared, a gentle breeze blowing against her haunches. She turned around and leaned down to sniff and snuffle at the laying otter’s face. His face-fur was covered in sweat and reeked of grizzly bear, which made her nub-tail wiggle like a dog’s.

The otter was still a little dazed from huffing pure butt fumes, his vision slightly blurry thanks to the sweat clinging to his eyelids. The bear’s nose nuzzled all over, and combined with the pull of inhales his face was dry enough for him to see again.

“I like that you smell like me,” said Goldy, meaning every word of that statement. She could tell that the stench was going to linger for a while on the otter. “You know, I never asked your name,” she realized. “Kind of silly that I sat on your face without learning your name first, isn’t it?”

“I-I’m Cooper,” said the otter, his face blushing bright blue. He hadn’t realized how flustered he was until he had tried to speak. “I don’t mind, I actually enjoyed that.”

“Did you now?” asked Goldy with surprisingly convincing fake surprise. “You were so subtle about it that I honestly couldn’t tell!” Cooper blushed deeper and Goldy snickered. “I’m just teasing you, hon.” She nudged at him with her nose. “I would like you to follow me, please.”

Cooper blinked a few times in surprise as he registered those words. “Wait, wasn’t the whole point of this that you wanted to sit here?”

“I did, and still do,” said the bear. “But there’s something I’d like to take care of first and I need you to come with me.” She smiled, a glimmer sparkling in her eyes. “I’ll sit on your face again after that’s taken care of, promise.”

Cooper’s eyes widened and he could feel his own blush deepening. “O-oh,” he said. If there were any doubt about his reaction, his eagerly thwapping tail was a dead giveaway. “Yes ma’am, lead the way.”

Goldy smiled at that title, assuming it was a product of submissive tendencies but still happy to wear it. She helped Cooper roll up his own towel and he took that one under one arm, while picking up Goldy’s under the other. His heart raced loudly in his own ears as he got an appreciation for the size difference, the bear twice the otter’s height at her shoulders.

The bear could feel the otter’s eyes on her butt as she stood there, enjoying the attention as she waddled forward. She could hear the slight plapping of webbed feetpaws against the sand as the otter followed behind, and made a point to stick out her hips with each step, showing off the wobble of her cheeks. She knew the otter was transfixed, which is exactly what she wanted from him.

Now that the otter had been buried in the bear’s butt, he couldn’t look away from it even if he wanted to. He was entranced by the sway and jiggle of her hefty haunches, his mind locked on the memory of the smells contained within. The fragrances clung to the inside of his nose and the rest of his face, a constant reminder of where he had just been and cause for a blue blush to constantly glow.

Chapter 2

The resort’s reception lobby was staffed by uniformed creatures, a brown-eyed doe among them. She watched as a quadruped bear followed by an otter waddled their way past the sliding glass doors and toward her desk. She recognized the bear as Goldy but didn’t recognize the otter. When Goldy made eye contact and smiled with recognition, the doe beckoned her over.

“Good afternoon, Goldy!” said the doe in a cheerful voice.

“Heya Jane,” said the bear with a smile, walking up to the desk. She smiled to herself as she could feel the otter’s eyes still staring at her butt. “How have things been today?”

“Eh, honestly it’s been pretty boring,” replied Jane with a shrug of her shoulders. “I’ll take boring over way too busy though.” She laughed a little bit as she thought back. “Glad you weren’t here in February. It was nuts: lines to sign in went all the way out the front door for hours.” She placed her hoof-hands relaxedly on the counter. “I had to work overtime up until March and I barely slept a wink. If I wasn’t paid extra for it, I would have outright refused.”

“Damn, that’s wild,” replied Goldy, followed by a little laugh of her own. “This is why I make a point to come in mid-June. It’s right between tourist seasons for the area.”

“That’s the best way to do it,” the doe said with a nod. “I try to time my vacations that way, and the overtime bonuses are during tourist season, so, it works out.” She lifted her hoof-hands from the counter and leaned back a little. “Anyways! I could go on and on about that, but since you’ve got an otter following you I’m guessing you’re not here for idle chitchat. How can I help you?”

“Right,” began the bear, stepping to the side and nudging the otter forward. “This is my friend Cooper. I just met him on the beach today.”

Cooper was snapped out of his trance-like state once Goldy walked around him and her butt was no longer in view. He was confused at the new surroundings but once he was nudged forward, he recognized the resort’s lobby. “H-hello there,” he said, shyly waving at Jane. “I’m Cooper and Goldy already introduced me so never mind.” He blushed blue, still feeling a little flustered.

Jane responded by giggling. “Awwww, you’re adorable,” she said, her brown eyes glittering happily. “I just want to squish that little face of yours and smooch you all over.”

“Weh!” Cooper cried out, hiding his blushing face behind his own handpaws.

The doe felt he was simply proving her point, giggling again. She turned to the bear and said, “So, forgive me for prying but I have to know: is this a friend or a ‘friend?’” She added air-quotes on the last word.

“The second one,” said Goldy with a toothy grin. “I only had a little bit of fun before realizing I want to keep him around, so, he’ll be staying in my room with me.”

This was news to the otter. “Wait, what?” he asked with audible confusion.

The doe furrowed her eyebrows. “But if you met him on the beach, wouldn’t that mean he already has a… oh!” Her eyes widened with realization before relaxing. “I see! you’re here to free up his room.”

“Yes,” replied the bear with a nod. “I know rooms aren’t in high demand right now, but no point in it being unlisted if it’s available, right?”

Jane smiled and nodded with agreement. “Let me pull up his booking information,” she said to Goldy, before turning to Cooper. “Your name was Cooper, right? What room were you staying in?”

“Erm, yes,” replied Cooper. “I’m in room 609. But I didn’t—”

“Cooper… in room… 609,” repeated the doe, who was looking at the computer screen and typing on the keyboard. She hummed to herself while clicking around with the mouse, confirming various details and prompts.

The otter wasn’t quite sure how to respond to this. There had been no discussion of room-sharing between himself and the bear. He wasn’t opposed to sharing space with her, but he’d already paid for his stay at the resort. He was about to bring that up and even opened his mouth to prepare to speak, when the bear seemed to have read his mind.

Goldy asked, “Would it be possible to refund his booking? I know that cancellations don’t typically get refunded after check-in, but I did just kind of spring this on him.” With that, Cooper closed his mouth and simply blushed quietly.

“Hmmm,” Jane hummed contemplatively. “Normally the answer would be a flat-out no: checking in and going to the beach counts as fully utilizing our facilities as far as the higher-ups are concerned.” She rubbed at her chin with a thumb and forefinger. “But given that he checked in literal minutes before my shift started, he’s only been here for maybe half an hour and that includes getting settled.” She looked up to Goldy, “Plus, you’re someone I can proudly call a friend.” She nodded resolutely. “So, I’ll ask my manger. No promises but I will try.”

“That’s all I can ask, really,” said Goldy. “Thank you very much.”

“My pleasure,” said Jane, typing a few last things on the keyboard. “Aaaand done.” She looked to the bear and otter. “It still needs some time to process, but that’ll give you a chance to move your luggage.” She smiled at the otter. “Hopefully you don’t have much re-packing to do, eh?”

“I… haven’t had a chance to unpack yet,” admitted the otter. He meant this in more ways than one: not just his luggage, he was trying to unpack this entire situation that had been thrust upon him. Decisions were being made for him and the discomfort associated with that was offset by the butt-smell still hanging heavy in his nostrils. He was being battered with very mixed feelings at the moment, and confusion still stood above the rest.

“Lucky for you this happened so soon after you arrived then,” replied the doe with a smirk. She turned to Goldy and said, “Mind stopping by the front desk later this evening? I’ll have an answer from the manager by then.”

“I can do that, sure,” replied the bear with a nod. “I think we should go up and move his luggage over, so, I hope you have a great day Jane. And thanks again.”

“Same to you!” said the deer with a friendly wave. “And it was nice meeting you, Cooper!”

“You too,” the otter uttered quietly, still trying to process his situation. As he watched the bear walk towards the elevators, he followed. And as his eyes locked onto her butt again, he was transfixed by those heavenly haunches swaying and wobbling. His face heated up to a bright blue as his mind was instantly revisited with memories of being buried under that butt.

Goldy waddled into the elevator, waiting until Cooper stepped inside before nudging the sixth floor button with her nose. The walls were mirrors and she could see how intently Cooper was staring at her butt. The downside with the height difference was that smushing him into the wall while standing wasn’t a practical possibility, but she very much enjoyed how eagerly he was staring up at her ass.

* * *

The bear walked into her room, 416, followed by the otter. She had the handle of a wheeled suitcase clasped in her jaw and was pushing it forward; pulling it would have been easier but that would have meant walking backwards. Even though the otter was pulling his other smaller suitcase, he was still staring intently at bear butt.

Goldy pushed the suitcase near a set of dresser drawers beneath a television, then turned around. She could see Cooper visibly broken out of a trance as her ass was no longer in his view, and she smiled brightly. “You really like my butt, don’t you?” she asked happily.

The otter nodded and felt the heat of his own blushing. “It smells nice,” he said, adding, “t-to me, at least.”

The bear grinned. “I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart.” She gestured with her head towards the bed, covered in a light blue quilt. “Why don’t you be a dear for me and lay down so I can re-acquaint you two?”

Cooper squeaked a little bit and then nodded rapidly. “Y-yes ma’am,” he said, frantically waddling over to the bed and scrambling to climb atop it. His heart was racing again, feeling nervousness rise up despite knowing there really wasn’t anything to worry about. It was just his nerves being his nerves, reacting to an impending situation he was very much looking forward to.

Goldy said, “Good boy,” and then climbed onto the mattress, which sank down under her heft. She walked over Cooper with her butt above his face, and with a few wiggles of her tail-nub she slowly lowered down, eagerly consuming his head in her buttcheeks and making sure his face was shoved firmly against her pucker.

The otter let out a soft whine as he was buried in scented softness, feeling the wrinkled rim opening wider to hug his entire face in the fragrant depths. He squirmed happily and curled his toes, taking deep inhales of pure butt-stench and feeling the warmth spreading in his lungs. It didn’t take long for his length to peek back out and throb needily, twitching slightly.

The bear could see the emerging otter-cock and simply placed a forepaw atop of it. She could feel the otter start to hump, length slipping between toes. She squeezed her digits to compress the thrusting space for his pleasure, and when she felt the vibrations of a muffled moan reverberating within her intestines, she knew she was on the right track.

Cooper could feel the walls of butthole clenching inwards, more of his head being pulled inside. Goldy was holding onto all of his senses: sight was taken away by the dark depths, smell was utterly soaked in her stench and it was so strong he could taste it, sound was muffled but he could hear distant idle rumbles of guts, and the only things he could concentrate on feeling were the squishy slickness around his head and the broad forepaw pressing down on his cock. Just as Goldy’s hole wrapped around his neck, he hit his limits of holding back and released a thick spurt of cum between toes, groaning muffledly.

The bear snickered at how wonderfully easy that was, bringing her forepaw up and licking it clean with a contented rumble. “That’s my good boy,” she said, bouncing a little bit. She could feel his head coming along with her movements, as well as his happy groans while he recovered. Placing her forepaw back on his crotch, she smirked to herself as she began to rub once more.

The otter was barely given any time to recover before he felt those toes kneading at his cock and urging it back into arousal. He nuzzled around the inner walls of the bear’s butt, grinding the stench against his own nostrils and huffing the fumes even deeper. This was enough to spike his arousal back up, and with his body still in orgasm-mode, he launched another thick rope of cum after less than half a minute of paw-fucking. He tensed up as he came, and then slumped down, catching his breath with his head still up the bear’s butthole.

Goldy happily brought her forepaw to her mouth and cleaned it off, dipping her tongue between toes to lap up all the cum. She lifted up slightly and pushed outwards with her hole, gently releasing Cooper’s head from its collar-like confines. When his head landed on the bed, she sat back down on his face and wiggled a few times to get settled, placing her forepaw back on the otter’s crotch and rubbing more.

“Keep it coming, sweetheart,” she said. “We’re not done until you can’t cum anymore.”

The otter let out a soft whine from below, his nuts already starting to feel a little achey in the best possible way. He wasn’t sure he could cum anymore, but the bear had made it clear that’s what he was supposed to do. After a few minutes of idly huffing butt-stench from below, he began to roll his hips up into the toes atop his crotch. He felt a slight emptiness in his loins despite his arousal—the refractory period was a bit longer this time.

The bear wasn’t in any rush and simply leaned over (clenching her cheeks to hold the otter’s head while she did so) and grabbed a remote control off of the side-table with her teeth. She carefully positioned it in her jaws and used her teeth and tongue to manipulate the buttons, flipping through the channels until she recognized a familiar show opening: Mystery Science Theater 3000. And it wasn’t just any episode, it was Fire Maidens From Outer Space, which didn’t air anymore due to copyright issues. She let the remote drop from her jaws in her excitement.

“Oh hell yes,” said Goldy excitedly, pressing down a little more firmly on Cooper’s crotch and squeezing with toes. “New plan, I’m not getting up until after the show ends.” She turned her head to address Cooper. “Each episode is about an hour and a half, so, hope you’re comfy down there!”

Cooper blushed warmly at the time-frame and squirmed a little bit, nose tucked into the smelliest spot of Goldy’s butt and inhaling her stench. Even if he did want to move she had at least double the weight on him, even with all his chub. He offered a few smooches where his lips rested before idly going back to sniffing her butt, hips lifting upwards into forepaw.

Much like their first encounter on the beach, the two creatures experienced the next ninety minutes very differently. Goldy was having a relaxing bit of fun watching a rare episode of one of her favorite shows. The movie was bad in the most fun ways for her, and she chuckled heartily at both the actual film and the commentary. Every so often she would feel a spurt of creamy liquid between her toes and then idly lap it clean, placing paw back in place and kneading again while watching her show. The way he nuzzled and nosed around felt delightful, offering her clear appreciation for the mere act of sitting on his face.

The otter, meanwhile, was unable to relax with a wonderfully fragrant butt covering his face, and that soft leathery paw constantly teasing his sensitive cock. The bear’s butt was big enough to engulf his entire head and he could only hear muffled voices from the TV and mainly felt the laughs from the bear. He had no way to keep tabs on time, his mind locked onto processing all the incredible feelings. He lost track of how many times he came while underneath her, but he eventually hit a point where he simply couldn’t cum anymore no matter how much the bear rubbed.

The show ended and credits rolled, and Goldy smiled with satisfaction. “I can’t believe I missed that one when it aired,” she mused out loud with a soft chuckle. “Younger me would have gotten a kick out of that movie.” She used her forepaws to guide the remote control up to her jaws and then turn off the TV, leaning over off of Cooper and setting it on the side table. While still leaning, she asked Cooper, “How are you holding up?

Fresh air felt strange to Cooper as he took his first inhale, feeling the slight chill of the room compared to the body heat of the bear. The room seemed to spin slightly, not enough to make him dizzy but enough for him to realize he was drunk on bear-scent. There was something very soothing about it and he wanted that feeling to last.

“I’m great, ma’am,” the otter said, his voice slightly slurred. “I want to be your pet.” He blushed at his own impulsive admission but once the words were out there, he didn’t regret them.

The bear leaned her weight further off the otter and rolled off of the bed, pushing herself to stand on all fours to look into the otter’s eyes. “Sweetie,” she said. “You’re already my pet. Why do you think I wanted you to stay with me?”

Cooper squeaked softly in response, still scent-drunk but present enough to be flustered at that fact. His thoughts were hazy but he could think, at least well enough to give an answer: “I don’t know what I thought,” he admitted. “I feel kind of silly for asking.”

Goldy giggled and leaned forward to offer affectionate nuzzles to Cooper’s face, still appreciating that he smelled like her own butt. “Nothing to feel silly about,” she said, ending her affectionate gesture with a quick smooch to the cheek. “It makes me happy to know you want this as much as I do.”

“Eeee,” Cooper squeaked quietly, his tail thwapping against the bed. “Thank you Mistress.”

“And thank you,” said the bear sweetly. “Now, what do you say we head down to the buffet for an early dinner and then head back to the beach for a little while?”

The otter’s tail thwapped against the bed. “That sounds good to me, Mistress!” he said, rolling over off of the bed and landing on the floor in a heap of fat otter. He swayingly pushed himself to stand, the haze of butt-smell slowly but surely starting to lift from his senses. “Should I wash myself off first?”

“Nah,” said Goldy with a grin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

“Fine with me Mistress,” said Cooper, feeling the warmth of his own returning blush. He liked the thought of her smell lingering while they ate, and could only assume he was going to get more of her butt on the beach after dinner. “Would you like me to carry the towel?”

“Please do,” said the bear with a nod. She smiled warmly as she watched her pet pick up the towel and carry it under his arm, waddling to the door and opening it for her. “And you’re such a gentleman too!” she praised him, offering him an affectionate lick as she passed by. “Stay behind me and stare at my butt while we make our way there,” she instructed.

“Yes Mistress,” replied the otter. After closing the door, he waddled his way behind the bear. As he stared at those shifting and bouncing buttcheeks, he trembled a little bit at the realization that he was going to spend a lot of time getting familiar with those cheeks, and the hole that was tucked between them.

Chapter 3

The sun was setting as Goldy and Cooper waddled on the beach to the trio of trees. The sky was a canvas of purple and orange, painted around a golden glowing sphere slowly sinking towards the waves. The surrounding sea air was cooler now, still comfortable but no longer carrying the heat of the afternoon.

Both the bear and the otter had slightly swollen stomachs, stuffed with as much food as they could hold. They had to move slowly to compensate for their current additional weight, as well as dealing with the food-sweats from a self-induced feeding frenzy.

“I still can’t believe you ate all the pastries,” remarked Goldy with slight wonder in her voice. “I like to think I’m a big eater, but,” she whistled, “that was impressive.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” replied Cooper, patting his wobbly stomach with one handpaw and holding a rolled-up towel with the other. “They were just so good! Do you think I got carried away?”

“Honestly? Yeah, that was excessive,” answered the bear. “But we’re here to enjoy ourselves, and you should have seen how delighted the pastry chef looked when she saw you.”

“Oh, she was there?” asked the otter, waddling a little bit faster to lay the towel down within the triangle of palms. “I feel kind of bad that I missed her, then. I would have loved to tell her how good it all was.”

“You were busy stuffing your face, sweetheart,” Goldy giggled, watching as Cooper unrolled the towel onto the sand. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you said hello next time.”

“I might do that,” Cooper said with a smile as he lay himself down on the towel. “But we should probably let them know in advance so they can have enough pastries prepared.”

“That’s a good call, yes,” the bear agreed as she waddled over to the towel and stood over the otter. She gave a few shakes of her haunches. “But for now, let’s focus on cake.” With that, she lowered down to sit on the otter’s face, shifting and shimmying until his face was snugly pressed against her rim, sweat helping him glide more easily into place.

The otter took a deep inhale of that delightful stench and then exhaled in a happy groan. This was turning out to be the perfect end to the perfect day: he had a stomach full of delicious food and a pretty bear lady using his face as a seat cushion. He nuzzled around affectionately as more weight was relaxed upon his face, thoroughly pinning him down to the towel atop the sand.

The bear breathed in through her nose just as deeply, the saltiness of the air gently tickling her sinuses. The sun had set enough where she could safely watch it continue to sink behind the horizon. It was a gorgeous evening and she was spending it with someone who was very fun to make happy. Her lips curled up into a gentle smile as the sphere in the sky dipped down into darkness, and radiant red-orange faded into a purple-blue.

Cooper could feel the sweat sticking to him, adding a distinct saltiness to the present scents. It was enough to cause his cock to stir, the tapered blue length peering out of his sheath and making him whine softly from slight fluster. He let out a muffled squeak as he felt a forepaw press down on it and bury it between toes, his body shivering as he couldn’t help but hump up against it.

“Mmm, good boy,” Goldy hummed happily. She loved how aroused she could get him simply by sitting on his face, and if he needed some release then she was all too happy to help. And there was something which felt special about doing this sort of thing just after a sunset together (even if she had been the only one who could actually see it). She lifted and lowered her toes a little bit, just tiny little movements for her.

For Cooper, however, this was another pleasurable pawjob that felt good enough for him to tense up and curl his own toes. He thrust into those meaty digits, feeling the fluff between them gliding around his length. He groaned happily at the feeling of fullness in his stomach that made itself known with every little movement he made. The telltale tingling began to build up between his legs and he wouldn’t have held himself back even if he could.

The bear was genuinely taken by surprise at how forcefully cum launched out from between her toes, enough to arc upwards to where she had to tilt her head up to look at it, and she blinked as it landed squarely between her eyes. It made her smile wider, and she brought her cum-covered forepaw to her lips to lick it clean while using the other to wipe off (and then lick clean) the seed on her face.

The otter melted into a happy puddle beneath the bear, huffing her scent as he caught his breath. He could feel the rising chill of the night air against exposed parts of his body, and everything under-butt was buried in almost steamy warmth. The contrast was enough to make him twitch and shiver a little bit, sweat still gently rolling off his own body onto the towel.

Goldy grunted a little bit and then leaned over to the side, heaving her weight off of Cooper and slowly moving herself to stand above him again. She shook the sweat off of her own body, and her buttcheeks wobbed like gelatin. She stepped over and around Cooper and tucked her nose under his body to help him sit up.

“Come on, sweetie,” the bear said. “It’s starting to get a bit cold and I want to see if Jane has an answer about that refund.”

Cooper felt a little bit disappointed that they were heading in already, but he reminded himself that there would be plenty more time to spend with Goldy’s butt. With a few grunts of his own he managed to stand up, shaking off the towel before rolling it up and carrying it under his arm.

Stars began to slowly dot the sky as the two made their way through the resort to the main lobby building. They passed a few guests along the way, and it was surprising how few of them seemed offended by the smell radiating from Cooper. If they did have issue with it, they were at least polite enough not to make that clear. But whether or not others approved didn’t matter to Cooper, it was what his Mistress wanted and that was enough for him.

Jane smiled brightly as soon as she saw Goldy entering the lobby, frantically gesturing her over. “Hey, Goldy!” she called out. “I have fantastic news for you.”

“I’m assuming the refund got approved?” asked the bear with a smile of her own, waddling her way over to the desk.

“Even better,” said the doe. “So, I didn’t know this until today but apparently you being here caused our quadruped clientele to quadruple.” She giggled a little bit. “I almost thought they were making it up for the wordplay but word has spread of you being comfortable here, and we genuinely have four times as many four-legged guests since you became a regular.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” replied Goldy. “I’m sure they’re happy about it.”

“So happy about it, in fact, that they not only refunded your room since she was the one who asked,” she said to Cooper, before turning back to Goldy, “they want to offer you a free all-inclusive meal upgrade for yourself and your additional guest.”

This was exciting news to the bear, who would no longer have to pay for meals at the resort. “Did you hear that, sweetie?” she said to the otter.

The otter’s eyes were twinkling with excitement, but at the same time he still wanted to be reasonable. “They… are aware what happened at the buffet tonight, yes?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the doe. “And the only real concern they have is making sure the other guests get enough, so, if you plan on eating like that again, they want you to let the restaurant know in advance by at least an hour.”

“That’s fair,” said Cooper with a few happy whaps of his tail against the floor. “We already came to that conclusion, so, works for me!”

The bear smiled brightly at that brief exchange, then focused her attention to the doe. “Thank you so much for getting that sorted for us, Jane,” she said. “This was already going to be a good vacation but you made it even better.”

“Don’t thank me, I’m just passing along the message,” Jane laughed with a smile. “But I appreciate it all the same.” She smiled between Cooper and Goldy and said, “I hope you two have a wonderful evening together, and enjoy the rest of your upgraded stay here.”

“We definitely will,” said the bear, waddling toward the elevator. She was followed by the otter, who once again was unable to resist staring at her butt as he waddled behind. The feeling of his eyes on her hind end continued to make her smile, and she wiggled her haunches as the elevator doors closed. “Well that was very nice of them to do,” she said to the otter. “I was going to reimburse you if they didn’t do the refund but it’s awesome that it’s not even an issue anymore.”

That was enough to break the otter out of his butt-trance. “Wait, you were going to…?” he trailed off with audible disbelief. “B-but Mistress, you know how much it costs!”

“Which is exactly why the right thing to do would have been making sure that much didn’t end up being wasted,” said Goldy warmly. “If you’re going to be my pet I want to take care of you, not inconvenience you.”

Cooper realized in that moment how lucky he really was to be claimed by such a caring creature. “I’m not sure what to say other than ‘Thank you,’ Mistress,” he said with some awe in his voice.

“And that’s all I need from you,” replied the bear, turning around to nuzzle at the otter’s face. “That, and to sit on your adorable little face as often as possible.” The second part made the otter squeak happily and thwap his tail against the floor, causing the bear to giggle happily.

The bear turned back around and let the otter continue to admire her butt as the elevator let out a ding and the two arrived on the fourth floor. They waddled their way to their room, closing the door behind themselves and turning on the lights. The otter rushed ahead and made a beeline for the bed, sprawling out on it in the perfect position for the bear to take a seat.

Goldy smiled at Cooper as she climbed atop the bed and positioned herself above her pet’s face, rolling back atop him like a heavy sack and burying him in her butt once more. The moment his nose made contact with her rim, she felt a deep inhale from him, and she let out a contented sigh at the air rushing against her sensitive hole.

Cooper felt a surge of euphoria as the smell of Goldy’s ass was refreshed in his nostrils. He had come to see it not just as a very attractive part of her body, but as a source of comfort; he was safe and cared for while he was under her butt. He could barely move thanks to his weight but there was nowhere else he would rather be.

The rest of the night up until bedtime was spent in this manner: the bear seated comfortably atop the otter’s face and basking in the comfort of a living, appreciative seat cushion. When it was time for them to go to sleep, she repositioned herself so she was laying atop him and his face was still buried in her butt. She didn’t take long to go to sleep and was snoring within a minute of closing her eyes.

The otter took a bit longer to fall asleep, letting himself savor his surroundings for as long as he could. Soon, slumber overtook his senses and his mind shifted between coherent thoughts and the muddy mixture of dream logic. The last coherent thought to cross his mind before he fell asleep completely was how much he was looking forward to the rest of his life with his new Mistress.

Epilogue

A few wispy clouds streaked across the blue sky as Cooper and Goldy waddled along the beach toward their preferred trio of trees. They had slept in late from being so comfortable, and enjoyed a hearty late breakfast (though Cooper restrained himself a bit this time). The weather was perfect and they were looking forward to digesting while relaxing in a mutually indulgent manner.

When they approached the palm trees, however, they could see someone on a towel in the sand. They paused briefly before approaching, and saw that this beach-goer was a red-furred vixen. A pair of sunglasses covered her eyes, and the two weren’t sure if she could see them approaching. As they stood next to her, they exchanged a silent conversation on how best to approach this, unable to reach an agreement.

It soon became a non-issue, however, when the fox grunted and then sat up, lifting up her sunglasses and looking curiously at the bear and the otter. “Um, can I help you?” she asked.

“We were… hoping to use this spot,” said Cooper. He could tell from her expression that this came across as a somewhat unreasonable request. He looked to Goldy for help.

The bear was undecided on her approach, and decided to go for simple negotiation. “I understand this is a strange thing to ask,” she began, “but—”

“Stacy!” a female voice called, amid the sound of rushed steps on the sand. “Stacy! Stacyyyy!” All eyes turned to the source of the voice: a gray wolf woman with a very excited expression on her face. “Stacy you have to come with me right now.” Her tail was wagging rapidly, indicating this was the good kind of urgency.

“Hold that thought,” said the vixen to the bear, before turning to the wolf. “Yes sweetie?” she asked calmly.

“There is a bodybuilder on the beach and he is lifting weights with his dick,” said the wolf excitedly. “Like he is straight up bench-pressing with his schlong. He was about to leave but I told him my wife would want to see, and he agreed to stay, but we need to go now.”

The fox’s eyes opened wide and her demeanor shifted to a similar franticness. She practically launched herself off the towel and quickly began to roll it up, looking to the bear and the otter. “Spot’s all yours, have a nice day!” She rushed up to the wolf, and the two of them sprinted across the sand, and were just dots in the distance before long.

Goldy watched the two women until they vanished out of sight, and then turned to Cooper. He was still looking out after them, and though she could only see the side of his face, it was clear he was deep in thought. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

Cooper turned to Goldy and said, “I’m thinking that I’m honestly curious to see that bodybuilder,” he smiled, “but I’d much rather be here with my Mistress and have her sit on me.”

The bear smiled and gave the otter an affectionate nuzzle. “You’re such a good boy for me,” she said.

The otter squeaked happily and whapped his tail against the sand, his face dusted with a faint blue blush. That praise put a spring in his step as he rolled out the towel in the triangle of palms and lay himself upon it, visible excitement glimmering in his eyes. His blush deepened as the bear positioned herself over him and gave her butt a few sways.

Goldy smiled as she sat on Cooper’s face, feeling him once again sink between her cheeks and settle against her pucker. She clenched a little bit at the appreciative smooches she felt, followed by deep inhales through nose and happy muffled sounds on exhales. She closed her eyes and felt the happy otter beneath her, and listened to the waves lapping at the shore.

This was another beautiful and wonderful morning, and she knew she could anticipate many more with her willing otter cushion.