Chapter 1

“Good afternoon,” said the corgi standing behind the restaurant podium. Her beige and white fur was covered in a white-button up shirt and black trousers. She smiled warmly at the chubby quadruped grizzly bear who had entered, whose golden fur shimmered slightly in the light from outside the front entrance. “Welcome to Cozy Cushions!” The corgi’s green eyes shimmed slightly in the light. “Table for one?”

The bear—whose name was Goldy—nodded and smiled with both her mouth and her big brown eyes. She had to waddle as she walked given her heft, but she was happy with her haunches and overall size. “Yes please,” she said. Her expression faded to a somewhat more neutral one as she asked, “Isn’t this a café though?” She received a nod in response. “Aren’t those usually ‘give your order and sit where you want?’”

The corgi laughed a little bit in response. “How familiar are you with this establishment, ma’am?” she asked politely with a slightly tilted head.

Goldy made a shrugging motion with her shoulders. “A friend recommended this place to me,” she answered. “She said you have the most comfortable seats they have ever sat on.” She wiggled her hind end a bit. “And I’m always up for a comfy place to sit.”

The hostess’s eyes sparkled a little bit, always having fun being able to tell new patrons what her café actually did: “That’s because once you’ve sat on a living cushion, the regular ones just don’t feel as nice.” She could see the confusion in the bear’s eyes and clarified, “Our employees serve as willing seat cushions.”

“Oh?” asked the bear, peering past the corgi and into the café seating area. Sure enough she could see some legs and bodies underneath creatures of various shapes and sizes, some with laptops and others just enjoying beverages and snacks. “My friend didn’t say anything about that,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she resumed eye contact with the hostess. “That does explain the cover charge at the door; I thought it was odd but figured this was really high-end or something.”

The corgi giggled. “Yeah, we fulfill a particular niche that other cafés don’t really do.” She shook her head. “Regardless, to address your earlier point: some seats can handle some weight classes better than others, so we personally assign them to each patron.” She tapped under her chin a few times. “I’m going to guess you’re… somewhere between the 800 and 1000 pound range, yes?”

Wow, she’s good, thought Goldy to herself. “I was just over 900 last time I checked,” she answered. “You know how it goes with hibernation coming up.” She laughed a little and wiggled her butt again, feeling the slight wobble of her cheeks. “But yeah, that’s pretty much my entire weight range.”

The hostess grinned and said with a nod, “Thought so.” Her grin reduced to a smaller smile. “So, the way this works is you get your assigned cushion, you place your order, then you take a seat and someone will bring your order to you.”

“I see!” said the bear, her nub-tail wiggling happily. “I’m going to be honest with you, if I knew that a place like this existed, I would have come here a lot sooner.”

The corgi laughed happily. “We get that a lot,” she said. “We prefer to spread by word of mouth over regular advertising; we attract more of the right kind of customer that way.” She looked down to a list on her podium. “Now let’s see here…” She trailed her pink-padded pawfinger over the list of available cushions. Yes, he’ll do nicely, she said, settling on Cooper. “Please stay right there and I’ll be back with your cushion.”

“Alright,” said the bear with a nod, watching as the hostess walked away from the podium. Part of her wondered why her friend didn’t mention the living cushions when telling her about it, but at the same time she appreciated that delighted sense of surprise she got from finding out upon arrival. That led to her wondering how far in advance her friend had thought about this in terms of curating the experience.

The corgi returned followed by a short otter, the top of his head reaching no higher than her waist. He was very fat, waddling as he walked. He had visible fat rolls beneath his chocolate brown fur, a lighter shade of brown covering his stomach up to his muzzle. His icy blue eyes were fixed straight ahead, intensely focused on not staring at the corgi’s butt (given he was the perfect height to do that). It wasn’t until he saw the bear that he looked up at her and let out a squeak.

“This is Cooper,” said the hostess, gently nudging the otter forward. “Say hi, Cooper.”

“H-hello ma’am,” Cooper greeted shyly, waving with a blue-padded handpaw. A light blue blush formed on his face as he saw the way her butt stuck out the sides slightly when looking at her head-on. He could see the way her fur caught the light, each strand visibly silky soft. Her stomach was a bit rounder than most, not nearly the scale of pudge he had reached but enough for to be slightly larger than most grizzlies. “You’re really beautiful,” he added softly.

Goldy smiled warmly. “Hi Cooper,” she said, seeing the admiring way he gazed upon her body. “You’re a cute little cushion, aren’t you?” she asked, earning a flustered squeak in response. She giggled a bit and then looked to the corgi. “So, I just go up to the bar, put in my order, then sit wherever?” she asked to confirm the procedure.

“You got it!” said the corgi with a smile, making her way back behind the podium and adding a little checkmark next to Cooper’s name. “Please keep in mind, however, that there’s an hour maximum for cushion-use. I know most places let you stay as long as you want, but our cushions need breaks.”

“That’s completely fair,” said the bear, appreciating that they made an effort to take proper care of the cushions. “Thank you very much!” The corgi nodded politely and then went back to a different checklist, and the bear walked past the podium towards the café proper. She turned to look behind at the otter, who was clearly staring up at her huge brown butt. “Follow behind and keep staring, please.”

The otter squeaked at not just being called out, but encouraged to stare; it didn’t matter how often it happened, it still pushed his blushy buttons. “Y-yes ma’am,” he said, following behind. He tended to be at butt-height for bipedal creatures, but despite the quadruped’s shoulder-height being ‘average,’ it still meant that the three-foot-tall otter had to stare up at the butt, cheeks wobbling slightly with each step.

Goldy could feel those eyes on her butt as she made her way to the bar, looking at some of the other patrons and seeing how relaxed they looked. Some of them were clothed and others were also naked, some visibly aroused and trying not to moan while others didn’t seem very affected. Nobody appeared to be directly addressing any of their more visceral needs, which was something she would need to ask about.

A tan-furred doe wearing a green apron stood behind the bar, her hoof-hands resting palms on the counter. “Hey there, hun!” she said with a cheerful smile and friendly wave. “What can I get for ya today?” She gestured to a chalkboard on the wall behind herself. “List of specials, if you’re interested!”

“Hi,” said the bear politely, looking up at the list with curiosity. There were coffee cocktails and various tea combinations which seemed very appealing, but she was in the mood for her favorite: “Just some green tea with honey and lemon, please.” Her eyes went to the pastry display, and her mouth watered a little bit. “Oh, and can I also get a croissant? Warmed, if possible.”

The deer pressed a few buttons on the cash register and verbally repeated the order. “Green tea, honey lemon, croissant, warmed.” She smiled and looked up. “That’ll be seven dollars even, please.”

Goldy didn’t have pockets and wore her wallet around her neck: it was convenient for her, and it also deterred would-be thieves who knew better than to try to steal from right near a bear’s mouth. She brought a forepaw to the wallet and used a claw to open the fold, revealing the bills. “Mind taking it out for me? I could do this myself but it’ll take a while and I really want to enjoy my cushion.”

Cooper was still staring and blushing, his fluster deepening when he was referred to as a cushion. He had been working at Cozy Cushions for a few years, but still hadn’t quite gotten used to the fact he had been hired specifically as a facesitting cushion. He could just imagine the smell between those huge bear buttcheeks, his shaft starting to emerge from his sheath in its excitement. It poked out from underneath his stomach overhang and revealed its tapered tip to the outside world.

“No problem,” said the doe, reaching forward and taking out a twenty dollar bill. “I just grabbed twenty dollars,” she said, holding it up to show the bear. She pressed the number buttons on the register and the drawer opened, and she slipped the bill into its slot. “I’m grabbing a ten and three ones.” She did so and displayed them, before placing them into the wallet. “Thus concluding the transaction! Need a receipt?”

“No thanks,” said Goldy. “I take it I’m not the first quadruped customer with a wallet necklace you’ve had, then?” She noticed how efficient the doe had been about the process.

“I stopped counting a long time ago,” said the doe with a laugh, printing out an order slip. “Take a seat at any available table, and I’ll bring your things to you as soon as they’re ready.”

“Thanks,” said the bear. She turned around and looked down to Cooper, seeing his tapered blue length fully emerged. She looked up at all the other patrons, again noticing their various behaviors compared to visible arousal, then looked back down to him. “So, what are this café’s rules about addressing things like… that?” she asked, eyes glancing down towards his crotch. She was trying to be indirect so as not to embarrass him.

The otter looked down and blushed when he saw his own erect length, having been paying too much attention to that beautiful butt to notice his own body. He tried to answer but his fluster caught his words in his throat, causing him to need to make a throat-clearing noise before actually speaking. “Th-they tried letting us take care of that in the seating area but it got… messy,” he said. “So we have a room in the back where we can ‘address our needs’ during breaks.”

“I see,” said Goldy. While it was a little disappointing that she wouldn’t be able to make this little cutie hit an ultimate height of pleasure, she understood the need to respect a shared space, and appreciated that he would have a chance to address it before too long. Well there is some fun to be found in the build-up, she thought to herself. “Let’s find ourselves a table, sweetheart.”

“O-okay!” replied Cooper happily. He saw that Goldy seemed to have a spot in mind and followed behind her, mesmerized by the sway of her haunches. I bet she smells amazing, he thought to himself. She looked so soft and warm just from the shape of her butt, and he felt his heart start to race at the realization that he was going to be underneath her soon enough.

The bear found a nice spot near a fireplace, thinking it very fortunate that what she found to be the coziest spot on a cool autumn day was available. She noticed no actual chairs at the table, but rather a pillow on the floor. She stepped to the side and used a forepaw to make a swiping gesture motion, indicating that the otter should get himself comfortable.

The otter gulped audibly with eager anticipation as he waddled his way over to the pillow. He grunted a little bit as he lay on the floor, his weight spilling out around himself in flabby folds. The back of his head sank into the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling, the bear’s butt filling his view. Seeing her at that angle gave him a better appreciation for their overall size difference, and the weight which was about to settle atop him.

Goldy slowly lowered down, feeling the warmth of Cooper’s breath as her butt hovered just above his head. She let him simply admire the eclipse for a few second and then lowered down, feeling his face sink into her buttcheeks. Ooo, that feels really nice, she thought to herself as his head slotted into place. She fluffed up a bit when she felt his nose press against her butthole and take a deep sniff. “Mmm,” she hummed happily, letting her weight settle and relax atop her living cushion.

Cooper’s vision was filled with those twin golden moons, covering him in shadow before burying him in delightfully smelly warmth. He felt his head slide effortlessly between those massive cheeks and nose nestled against her pucker. He took a long and deep sniff, smelling the warm and earthy tones of that region, mixed with a spicy cinnamon which turned her ass into a delightful olfactory cocktail. He blushed hotly as he felt her lowering more weight down, his pudge and the pillow keeping himself cushioned from the pressure.

The bear felt the stiffness of his length twitching on her underside, and given their sizes relative to each other he would be in the perfect position to get him tucked into her own nethers. But the rules of the establishment had been clearly stated so she instead simply just enjoyed knowing how much he was enjoying himself. She rumbled a little bit as his nose started to explore, unlocking pockets of scent in the wrinkles of asshole.

Although the smell was pleasant to the otter it was potent, making his head feel a bit light from taking it in. He couldn’t help but hump at the air a little bit, desperately trying to keep his handpaws away from his crotch. He knew the rules but this particular butt smelled unfairly good, and hit him in exactly the right buttons to cause his arousal to surge. All he could do was enjoy the scent and let himself twitch and throb, finding it hard to hold it together mere seconds after the initial sit.

Goldy rested her forepaws on the table and pressed down playfully, hearing a happy muffled noise followed by more greedy inhales. She closed her eyes to focus on the wonderful feeling of warm air blowing out against her sensitive hole, only to be sucked back in when mixed with her stench. She knew from friends whose faces she had sat on that her butt’s smell was something special, and it was always a pleasure when someone else enjoyed it.

As that was happening, the doe had been getting the tea ready and warming up the croissant, making a note of where the bear had sat down. The warmer oven beeped and she took out the pastry, setting it on a plate next to a wide but shallow bowl of tea. She hummed happily to herself as she made her way over to the bear’s table. “Green tea with honey lemon and a croissant, hot and warm respectively,” she said.

The bear opened her eyes and saw the plated croissant and the bowl of tea—she assumed the container was chosen so she wouldn’t have to try to pick it up with her forepaws. “Thank you very much,” she said, feeling the otter twitch a little bit underneath. She could feel him groaning muffledly from the smell, and his legs squirmed a little bit. “Say, I have a question about… ‘interactions’ here,” she said, trying to be as tactful as possible.

“Sure!” said the server with a friendly smile. “What’s up?”

“I asked my cushion about addressing more… intimate needs and I understand that the employees have a place to take care of that,” began Goldy. She looked down and saw that Cooper’s toes were curling with every inhale, and she felt him try to bump his waist upwards. “What happens if… that ends up happening anyways?” She felt how greedily Cooper was sniffing and had a feeling he might hit a ‘result’ before very long.

The doe raised a brow and peered under the table, seeing that Cooper’s handpaws were well away from his own crotch. “Ah,” she realized. “Ya mean if a ‘thing’ happens without them actually ‘doing’ anything?” Goldy nodded and the doe smiled a little bit, taking a quick glance at all the other patrons before focusing back on the immediate customer. “Then it happens and gets cleaned up.” She leaned forward a little bit. “Though, if you could ‘contain’ him,” she added finger-quotes, “that would make our jobs a lot easier.”

The bear frowned a little bit with initial lack of understanding. “Contain him?” She thought about it and then blushed a little bit when a possibility came to mind. “You mean… inside of me?”

The server looked left and right a few times, then leaned forward toward one of the bear’s ears. She whispered, “We try not to advertise this too much so it doesn’t get actively encouraged, but: if it’s convenient for ya to just sit with him inside you and not make a scene, then whatever happens happens.” She smiled and then leaned back. “Just keep things chill and there won’t be any problems.”

“Alright then!” said the bear, now realizing there was even more enjoyment to be found at this lovely little café. Her blush started to fade and was replaced with a sense of excitement. “That’s all I needed, thank you very much.”

“My pleasure!” the doe replied as she turned around and made her way back to the bar.

As that conversation happened, the otter under the bear’s butt couldn’t really hear much of anything going on beyond muffled mumbles. In other circumstances he might have tried to decipher what was being said, but with a strong scent hitting his senses that was pushing his weakest buttons, it was all he could do not to stroke himself off. Don’t touch yourself, he kept having to repeat in his head. The muffled voices stopped and he kept his full concentration on keeping himself in control, only to blink in confusion when the butt lifted up a little bit.

Goldy was a bit reluctant to have that soft face removed from her butthole, but her next move would certainly make the pause in play worthwhile for both of them. “Did you catch any of that?” she asked, swaying her wobbly haunches almost hypnotically.

Cooper stared intensely, desperately wishing she would sit back down and bury him in softness again. He had sniffed a great number of butts in his time as a Cozy Cushions employee, but her smell was by far the best. “I-I was focusing on trying not to… i-indulge myself,” he said, somewhat embarrassedly.

“Well I learned a little something about policies here,” said the bear with an audible grin. “So could you be a dear and lift your stomach out of the way?” She kept swaying her rear end, the natural heat of her body wafting off of her butt. “I’m going to do us all a favor and ‘contain’ you in case you get too excited.” She smiled as she looked down at her tea, imagining how relaxing it would feel to have someone resting inside her while she lapped at it

The otter squeaked loudly with fluster, realizing the kind of conversation he missed. He could feel his own hot blush as he said, “Y-yes ma’am,” and reached down to lift up his own stomach flab. He felt the warmth of her cookie against his shaft as she lowered, and his next flustered squeak was completely muffled when she sat back down. His face was buried back in her smelly butt, and his shaft was now tucked into her lower lips, the puffy walls hugging the sides of the length.

Goldy’s felt a warm blush on her face as Cooper slid into both places: his face was perfectly sized to tuck up against her butthole, and his penis was just the right thickness where she could easily see herself getting aroused if she made movements, but simply sitting still wouldn’t push her too far. She smiled to herself as she leaned her head down towards the bowl and began lapping at the tea, daintily scooping up the steaming liquid with her large ursine tongue.

The otter just lay there with intimate warmth surrounding one of his most sensitive spots, and the way the bear leaned forward kept him from humping. He whined a little bit as he buried his face a little bit deeper, his nose pressing against the aperture of anus and taking in the internal stench. His dick was throbbing needily and he felt pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

The bear could only feel his twitching and desperate sniffing, as well as his apparent attempt to get even deeper. She relaxed her asshole and let his nose slip inside, earning a muffled squeak and his body tensing up. She clenched around it a little bit, letting out a satisfied grumble and pausing her tea-drinking to enjoy the feel of him sniffing.

Cooper almost couldn’t handle the strength of the smell—in the best possible way. It carried the natural tone of ass with a very strong layer of cinnamon, adding a warm and pleasant spiciness to what otherwise might be too intense for him. His toes curled again and he felt pressure building up between his legs, and he let out a muffled cry as cum spurt out of his cock and into her pussy, his toes twitching as he came.

Goldy paused mid-lap when she felt him orgasm, and blushed with flattered appreciation at having made him do that just from sniffing her butt. She could just imagine how nice it would feel to be able to indulge him properly, but for the time being she was content with feeling his creamy warmth filling her inner walls. Her arousal was rising but it wasn’t nearly at his levels, and she calmly resumed lapping at her tea, leaning over and taking a bite of her still-warm croissant.

The otter relaxed when his climax ended, panting muffledly into the bear’s butt. He wasn’t sure if it was just the smell or the fact that he was inside someone, but in all his time working there he hadn’t hit orgasm unless it was in the back room. The fact that it happened so quickly was definitely something special, and he caught his breath by sniffing deeply in the smelly cinnamon confines of her asshole.

The bear lifted up a little bit, feeling some cum oozing out onto the otter’s crotch as his nose slipped out of her hole. “Do you need a break?” she asked. She did want to keep sitting on him for the full hour if possible, but at the same time she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“No… thank you,” panted Cooper. “Sit on me… for the… full hour… please.” He could get a break when their time was up—every second buried under Goldy’s ass was critical to him. He was used to butts that had their usual stench, but this was the first one that had a truly pleasing smell buried within, not just within his kink interests. He wanted to inhale it as much as possible, to feel that delicious warmth swirling around his sinuses.

Goldy was happy that the sentiment was shared and lowered down a little bit. “I can do that, hun,” she said. “But… do you mind sticking your tongue out for me?” She paused when she heard no response. “Or is that not allowed?”

“Mlem!” said Cooper, to audibly demonstrate that his tongue was stuck out. He had done so silently before, and only then realized that she couldn’t see him. His warm blush turned hot as she simply lowered down and his tongue slided through the anal aperture into those cinnamon-spiced depths. As he felt his still-emerged cock slipping back into the folds of bear-pussy, he froze up and twitched briefly before resuming his tongue exploration.

“Mmmf,” the bear huffed as she felt that eager tongue swirling around. She could feel her arousal start to build from the sheer passion with which he was rimming her, ramping up slowly and leaving it difficult to concentrate on the tea. She closed her eyes and thought to him down there, having the time of his life eating out her butt.

The otter wasn’t nearing another orgasm quite yet due to his refractory period, but his enjoyment wasn’t lessened because of it. The flavor was just as divine as the scent, tickling his taste-buds with spicy warmth that carried a slight bitterness of natural musk, but neither flavors being too overwhelming; just the right amount of kick to hit his blushy buttons. With the smell and taste filling his senses, the others seemed distant and he stopped paying any attention to the muffled noises around himself.

Goldy smiled to herself and resumed lapping her tea as his licking slowed down. She assumed that he had gone hard from the get-go and tired himself out, which was a little disappointing in terms of pleasure-levels but completely understandable from a practical perspective. Plus, this gave her an opportunity to enjoy a tongue in her butt while being able to pay attention to her snack and beverage. She let out a soft and contented exhale as she resumed lapping at her tea and taking bites of her croissant.

Time slipped away from both of them as they enjoyed each other, the bear sitting on the otter’s face. She thought he was perfectly soft and squishy to sit on, one of the few times that facesitting provided proper cushioning as opposed to just being enjoyable. He thought her butt was equally perfect for his face, large enough to completely consume it in cheeks and surround his senses in wrinkled pucker. Since he had exhausted himself from the beginning, he couldn’t do much enthusiastic licking, but that was quite alright with her. She still appreciated the sentiment and the fact that he wanted to tongue her asshole.

His constant blushing made a layer of sweat build up from the combined body heat, adding a delicious salty layer to the other flavors. She liked how much he seemed to crave her flavor, and kept licking even when his tongue was starting to twitch from tiredness. When he finally got too tired to lick and simply went back to sniffing, neither were sure how long had passed and neither were really bothered. They both enjoyed the feeling of his nose huffing at her sweaty butthole, only shifting slightly to nose into wrinkles to get at more of the sweat.

An hour had passed and neither of them were fully aware of the passage of time. The corgi hostess at the front of the café kept track of all the time slots, just in case customers got caught up in their seat cushions. Goldy turned out to be one such case and the hostess made her way over, gently tapping the close-eyed bear on the shoulder. “Excuse me, miss,” she said, the bear opening her eyes. “I’m afraid your timeslot is up.”

“Aww,” said Goldy with a frown. “Has it really been an hour already?” The hostess nodded and Goldy lifted up, feeling the coolness of air where that warm face had been planted for so long.

Cooper shivered a little bit at the feeling of fresh air against his face, almost feeling wrong when compared to that butt-smell which filled his lungs. He blinked his eyes open, his vision blurry at first thanks to the sweat covering his face. He saw a dark shape approaching him and then felt a warm tongue against his face, now able to see Goldy’s smiling face.

“You taste like me,” said the bear approvingly, leaning down and sniffing his face a few times. “You smell like me too.” Her tail wiggled a little bit. “Good. I like when my seats smell like me.”

The otter froze up as he felt those hot breaths over his body, and then squeaked at the compliments. “I-I’m glad you think so ma’am,” he said. He began to sit up and she backed away to give him space. “I think you might have my favorite butt out of anyone who’s ever sat on me.”

“Aww!” said Goldy with a smile, offering him an affectionate few licks to the face. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart. You’re easily one of the comfiest cushions I’ve ever sat on.” She wiggled her nub-tail and then turned to look at the hostess. “Would it be possible to get an extension after he has a break?” She knew he’d need some time to recover but she really wanted to sit on him again.

The corgi nodded and said, “Yes, but it can get pretty pricey: one hundred dollars per hour.”

The bear whistled. “Damn,” she said, recognizing this as a fairly high-end service but still surprised by that news. “Why so much more than the entry fee, out of curiosity?”

“The initial fifty is for the cover charge per session,” the corgi began to explain. “That cost is what enables us to compensate our cushions, because if we were just selling drinks and snacks we wouldn’t be making nearly enough for that.”

“Makes sense,” said Goldy with a nod, following the logic so far.

“If you were okay with swapping cushions, we could keep it at fifty,” continued the hostess. “But we have a fifty dollar fee for specific seat requests, since otherwise we assign strictly on weight class.” She gestured towards the rest of the dining room while still looking at Godly. “We might not look crowded right now, but during our peak hours there’s a heavy demand for all our available cushions. That additional fifty offsets the fact that a new cushion will need to be on standby.”

“I see,” said the bear. She felt it made sense, and was glad that the whole point was so they could adequately pay their employees. “I don’t have enough on me today, I’m afraid,” she said, shaking her head. She looked to the otter and asked, “Will you be here tomorrow?”

Cooper nodded a few times, the action making some of his several chins jiggle. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “I start at 10 AM on the dot.” He blushed a little bit. “Are you planning on… requesting me?”

“Absolutely,” replied the bear with a grin. She bumped his face with her nose in an affectionate gesture and then gave him a smooch on the forehead. “I can’t resist a little cutie like you,” she said, giggling at the way he blushed. She then looked to the corgi. “So, just to be clear: as long as I’m willing to pay extra, I can do what I want with him for as long as I want?”

“Not exactly,” said the corgi, holding up a forefinger. “Trisha—the barista you worked with—told me you had to ‘contain’ Cooper.” The otter squeaked and hid his face behind his handpaws, feeling embarrassed. “That’s still doable but you have to be discreet about it.” She shook her head. “Lewd things are allowed to happen if they happen, but we really don’t want to come across as that kind of establishment.”

“Hmm,” hummed the bear contemplatively. “That’s good to know.” She turned her gaze to the otter and looked him up and down as he continued to hide from fluster. She smiled and looked back to the corgi. “We’ll have to see how it all goes, but for now I’d like to reserve him first thing in the morning.” She lifted her chin up to expose her wallet. “Do you need a down payment or anything like that?”

“I don’t think I could accept one,” laughed the corgi, shaking her head. “We act on a ‘first come first serve’ policy, so if you want him specifically you’ll have to get here when his shift starts.” She smiled and her eyes twinkled. “Between you and me: I’d recommend getting in a bit early and sorting things out with the hostess, who happens to be me tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” said Goldy with a nod. “I’ll be back in the morning then.” While she had enough on her to stay another session with a different seat, she wanted Cooper. Plus, she had some of her own needs to address in the privacy of her home thanks to the ass-pampering she had received from her cushion.

“Fantastic!” said the corgi with a big smile. She was very happy that the bear was this pleased with their overall services. “We’re looking forward to it.” She gently placed a handpaw atop the otter’s head, ruffling his headfur with her pawfingers. By that point he had lowered his handpaws. “And he’s especially looking forward to it, I’m sure.” She smiled down at him. “Right, Cooper?”

The otter nodded eagerly a few times, his long tail thwapping at the thought of being underneath the bear again. “I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, ma’am,” he said to her, before looking up to the corgi. “I should probably take my break now before I forget again.”

“Good call,” replied the hostess, moving her handpaw off the top of the otter’s head. She watched as he waddled off towards the break room, and then turned her attention back to the bear. “I hope you have a lovely rest of your day, miss,” she said as she made her way to the podium and stood behind it again.

“You too,” said the bear with a warm smile. “And thanks for a wonderful experience.” She waddled her way towards the front door, nudging it open with her snout and then walking into the primary lobby. She noticed a line to get in starting to form, and realized that she got pretty lucky with her timing. She didn’t notice much else on the trek back to her house: she was caught up in her own thoughts. She wasn’t just thinking about what she just experienced and how wonderful it felt, she was trying to figure out ways to make it even better for both of them.

Chapter 2

“Ah, welcome back!” said the hostess with a smile, recognizing the golden-furred bear entering the building. She could see that the bear had a briefcase around her neck instead of a wallet, and assumed that she had some work she needed to do. “I see you’re here early, as suggested.”

“Good morning,” said the bear with a polite nod. The time between waking up that morning and actually heading out almost felt agonizing, and it was a relief to finally be there again. It had been a bit inconvenient to hold the fifty dollar cover charge in her mouth instead of having a wallet, but there was a good reason she had the briefcase instead. “I wanted to ask something: what are your policies on renting cushions for home?”

The corgi frowned in thought. “I don’t think we’ve ever really considered that possibility before,” she admitted. “I’d have to ask my boss.” She tilted her head. “Why, did you want to take Cooper home instead of staying here?’

“That’s correct,” replied Goldy with a smile. “It’s not that I don’t like this place, it’s that I’d like the opportunity to… ‘indulge’ a bit more openly, if you know what I mean.” Her eyes twinkled a little bit. “I could just ask him after-hours but I’d rather you—and he—get compensated since it does count as a service.”

The hostess smiled once she understood the reasoning a bit better. “I see!” she said cheerfully, taking her smartphone out of her pocket. “She’s quicker with texts than phone calls so I’ll have an answer for you in just a moment.”

“Take your time,” said the bear, taking a seat on the floor of the inner lobby. She heard the door open behind herself and turned to see Cooper walking in, offering him a huge smile. “Well, if it isn’t my lovely little cushion!”

The otter squeaked at the nickname and thwapped his tail again. “H-hello ma’am!” he said happily, his body wiggling in excitement and causing his fat rolls to jiggle. “It’s really nice to see you again!”

“Likewise,” said the bear, her nub-tail wiggling happily. She got a nice fuzzy feeling in her butt at the thought of him being underneath her again, but as much as she wanted to sit on him right then and there, he wasn’t ‘on the clock’ and it wouldn’t be fair. “If all goes well, I’ll actually be able to rent you, but if not, I’m planning on spending all day here.”

Cooper’s eyes widened and his little round ears lifted up. “W-wait, all day?” he asked with disbelief, and then another point struck him even harder: “You want to r-rent me?”

“I can do more for you at home than I can here,” said Goldy with a wink. “But as I said: that’s if all goes well. Either way: yes, I’m planning on using you as my cushion all day, sweetie.” She stood up and turned around to nuzzle at his face. “You’ll get breaks, naturally, but I really enjoy sitting on you.”

The otter squeaked and felt his arousal start to rise already at the thought of spending most of the day under her butt. He wasn’t sure how to respond verbally, he tried speaking but was too flattered and flustered to do anything but let out more squeaks. “Th-thank you,” he finally managed to say, his voice still a squeak.

“You’re adorable,” Goldy giggled, giving Cooper an affectionate nuzzle. She wanted him to feel just as good as he made her feel, and as luck would have it the best way to make that happen would be by sitting on his face. A very mutually beneficial agreement, she felt.

“Okay,” said the corgi, gaining Goldy and Cooper’s attention. “My boss says that if the cushion agrees, then there’s no problem on that end. She’s not sure what a fair price would be given logistics, and wants to know if you have an offer.”

The bear turned to face the corgi and said, “A million dollars in cash.” She answered calmly, as if that were a standard amount.

The hostess did a dry spit take. “A million!?” she repeated. “As in one followed by six zeroes!?”

Cooper’s jaw dropped when he heard that number, his ability to speak falling from his throat. She has that much!? He thought to himself. What struck him most of all about that was the cost was specifically to get him under her butt!

“You got it!” replied Goldy with a grin. She lifted her chin to show off the briefcase. “It’s all right here in this case around my neck. Just unclip the holding latch, open it up, and you’ll see.”

The corgi did as she was instructed, reaching up and unclipped the latch holding the briefcase to the necklace. She brought it over to the podium and unclasped the latches, blinking in astonishment at the stacks of hundred-dollar bills, wrapped in currency straps labeled from the local bank. “That’s… what?” she asked with audible disbelief. “How did… n-no offense but how did you come across money like this?”

Goldy laughed a little bit, understanding the confusion—it wasn’t every day you saw a quadruped bear throw that kind of cash around. “You remember RoboLife back before it was bought out and went bankrupt? I invested a lot in there, had a gut feeling and sold everything before the announcement sale and the stocks tanked.” She smiled brightly. “I’ve got loads of cash, and that which I’m not just using to help others goes to things like this.”

“Even so,” said the corgi, closing the briefcase. “I’m just putting this out there: with this kind of offer I might be able to negotiate letting you stay here and be an exception to the rule about lewdness.”

Goldy shook her head. “I don’t believe in using money to bypass the rules,” she declined. “My offer is one million dollars to bring him home for the day.” She smiled. “Think of it as an investment: I want this place to succeed, and I realize I’m taking someone who’s probably one of your most popular cushions. So, it’s only fair to give you what I think that’s worth.”

The hostess took a deep breath to collect herself and then exhaled it. “I’m going to check with my boss,” she said, taking out her phone again. “I’ll have an answer for you in just a few moments.”

“Sounds good,” said the bear softly, turning around to look at the otter. She smiled at how deeply he was blushing.

The otter’s face was starting to ache from the intensity of his own fluster. He wanted to ask why she thought so highly of him, but all that came out were random syllables. He finally managed to utter a sound that came out as the question on his mind: “Why?”

“Because you’re comfy and I want to keep you all to myself today,” answered Goldy with wink. “Who wouldn’t want a self-warming seat?” She lowered her head down to press her nose into his stomach, snuffling around his softness. She noticed he smelled like lavender—she would have to fix that when she got home with him. “Plus all that fat makes great cushioning and you’re just the right size to have some fun with it.”

Cooper didn’t quite know how to respond other than squeaking and hiding behind his handpaws. His tail was excitedly thwapping around, his body feeling too much fluster to quite know what to do with itself. He calmed down when he felt that big ursine nose nudging at the top of his head, breathing soft exhales down over his body.

Goldy smiled as Cooper started to calm down. It was very charming to see him flustered like that, but she didn’t want him to exhaust himself just from embarrassment before they even had a chance to have fun with each other. She did her best to give off a soothing presence and it was working, simply by resting her head atop his and sharing her warmth.

“Alright, so,” said the corgi, looking up from her phone and once again getting the attention of the other two. “My boss refuses to take that amount for a single day: said she can’t accept that much for so little time. So she has a counter-offer: we consider this paying off his employment entirely, and you rent him indefinitely.” She turned to the otter. “Assuming he’s okay with it: he gets the final say since he’s the cushion involved.” Goldy turned to him as well, curious about his answer.

The otter needed a moment to process everything that had happened, as well as the fact that the decision ultimately lay with him. It took him a lot longer than he would have liked to internalize the fact that someone was willing to pay that much to have him around. He tried to make himself talk, but he still couldn’t voice his thoughts properly. “Eee!” he squeaked, finally getting himself to nod a few times.

The bear smiled wide and her eyes sparkled with glee. “Wonderful!” she exclaimed happily. She turned to face away from him, to talk to the hostess as well as give the otter a few teasing sways of her wobbly haunches. “Do you need me to stick around while you count it out?”

“If you don’t mind,” said the corgi with a nod, opening the briefcase again. “You can feel free to take a seat, as long as you don’t mind just sitting and waiting.” She knew where the otter was relative to the bear, and figured that she already earned the chance to sit on him just from a single stack of bills.

Goldy offered a mischievous smile. “I don’t mind at all,” she said, lowering herself down and making sure the otter was snug in place. She didn’t fuss too much with his crotch positioning that time, mainly focusing on simply sitting for the time being. She knew there would be plenty of time for some more in-depth fun later on, and he was already eagerly huffing her hole with his cute little nose.

Cooper was still awestruck by everything that was happening and his senses didn’t have time to catch up with what was happening before he was already underneath her, buried in her butt with his face buried in her strongly-scented hole. His first inhale was like breathing ambrosia, and he didn’t realize how much he missed her smell until it was back in his nose. He felt his arousal starting to rise but did his best to ignore it, knowing she would help him with it soon enough. For the time being, there wasn’t anything to do except enjoy being a cushion for the bear.

* * *

“I’m just a bit… surprised is all,” said Cooper as he closed the front door behind himself. “I would have thought your house would be a bit more… flashy?” The house itself was smaller than he expected, as well as more humbly decorated. Given the amount of money she had displayed at the café, it was all surprisingly cozy.

“I don’t need to look rich to be happy,” said Goldy, turning back around and wiggling her haunches at Cooper. She felt him staring again and that made her smile. “I’d rather spend it on friends, people in need, and businesses that I think deserve to be kept going.” She waddled forward further into the house, hearing the plapping steps of her new companion following behind. “I really do like the concept of Cozy Cushions—there should be more spaces like that where creatures can idly explore each other.”

“Uh-huh,” said the otter, once again completely transfixed by those wobbly buttcheeks. “Working there was… yes…” he trailed off, not fully finishing his own thought. Part of him wished he was a bit taller so he could be at proper butt-height when following, but at the same time there was still some appeal to the fact that she could easily overtake him simply by sitting down.

The bear chuckled, able to sense why the otter sounded distracted. After all, she was going out of her way to make her butt jiggle with each step, just to keep his eyes where she wanted them to be. She made her way to the living room and then walked up to a set of pillows she had set up for him (she hadn’t been sure she would be able to take him home, but she prepared accordingly). She turned around faster than he could follow to keep staring at her butt, and then looked down at him with a warm smile.

“Be a good boy and lay on the pillow for me,” she said sweetly, nudging at his forehead with her big ursine nose.

“Y-yes ma’am,” Cooper replied, feeling himself start to blush once again. He lay down as requested with his head and body resting on the pillows, offering a nice comfortable layer between himself and the carpeted floor. He grabbed his stomach and lifted it up out of the way, revealing his sheath and emerging blue shaft. He looked up at her with a bit of pleading shimmer to his eyes, hoping she was up for more of what happened last time.

Goldy grinned at Cooper’s eagerness. “Very good boy!” she praised him, turning back around and revealing her backside once again. She swayed it a few times, slowly lowering it down and using his excited breaths to locate the center of his face and position herself properly. She sat down and squashed her weight atop him, shuffling a little bit to get his face tucked against her butthole, and his length into her spade.

The otter squeaked muffledly as he sank against and into her, feeling her warm body heat through her puckered flesh hugging his face in a smelly embrace. He took a deep inhale through his nostrils and her warm stench flooded into his lungs, making him feel like he was back home where he belonged. He exhaled dreamily from the powerful scent, and then began to sniff her butt deeply over and over.

The bear wasn’t content with just sitting on him now that she was in the privacy of her own home. She let her tongue blep out of her mouth when his nose pushed against the aperture of her anus to suck in her scent, and then began to grind down atop him slightly. She smushed him more firmly into the floor (hence why she wanted the pillows) and rubbed up and down, letting his length slip slightly in and out of her cookie.

Cooper wasn’t expecting her to begin rolling her hips like that and his toes curled with pleasure. The cinnamon and ass-scent continued to hit his arousal in just the right spots, and combined with the physical stimulation it wasn’t long before he started to feel that familiar tension between his legs. He was determined to hold himself off for as long as possible, though, not wanting the fun to end too quickly.

Goldy was making it very difficult for Cooper to stop himself from orgasming. She was focusing on both of their pleasure now, clenching around his face and causing him to occasionally need to sniff even deeper just to catch his breath. She felt his muffled mumbles and groans of pleasure, very pleased with herself at being able to cause such reactions with just her underside.

The otter’s legs were tingling and holding himself back was starting to be very uncomfortable. Goldy had taken to bouncing on him playfully, which to her were just tiny jiggling movements but to him were causing thrusts in and out of her pussy. His cock couldn’t resist the feelings any longer and his entire body tensed up as he came hard, filling her up with his seed. His mind locked up during his orgasm and only came back to his senses a few seconds later, and he panted muffledly into her butt.

The bear fluffed up a bit as she felt the otter filling her up, but she wasn’t content with just letting the fun end there. She knew that, anatomically, he had an actual bone in his boner. This meant that she could just keep enjoying him until she hit her release, and although she knew he might be a bit overstimulated from what was happening, it would all be worth it in the end.

Cooper was expecting a little bit of a break immediately after that, and was taken by pleasant surprise when he felt her start to grind and bounce a little more firmly. His body twitched from his overly-sensitive cock being rubbed against those slick lower lips, but he wasn’t about to complain about his senses feeling like they were being battered by pleasure. Plus all the exertion was making his face and her butt sweat, and before long he couldn’t resist trying to lap up the salty droplets as they formed.

Goldy was like a rolling machine, rising and lowering in rhythmic cycles, squashing down and lifting up her butt a repeating pattern. She could feel the increasing warmth and appreciated how much that increased her comfort, as well as the strangely nice feeling of sweat forming on her hole. She stopped when she felt his tongue sticking out, and then pressed firmly down into that wet appendage. She felt it slot inside of her hole and then clenched around the tongue, holding it in her flavorful insides.

The otter blushed as his tongue was being held by the bear’s surprisingly powerful butthole, then felt her start to lift and lower again. He was basically tongue-fucking her butt at that point and couldn’t do much else, which was just fine with him. He loved the way the slight bitterness of buttmusk mixed with the spiciness of cinnamon on his taste buds, and the way her stench continued to fill his sinuses with every inhale.

The bear allowed herself to sink into the sensations, panting a little bit as that tongue went in and out of her butthole. Size-wise it wasn’t the largest thing she had inside of herself back there, but that wasn’t the point: his clear enjoyment and appreciation was what mattered and helped spur her own arousal. The fact that he was perfectly sized to take his dick into her pussy made it that much better for her overall.

Several minutes passed while the two were completely lost in each other, time no longer holding any relevant meaning. The only thing that mattered to each other were each other: the bear enjoying her living cushion at two orifices, and the otter enjoying the heavy butt and soft spade holding his senses captive. He was definitely feeling a bit overstimulated but he wouldn’t complain about it even if he could.

Goldy felt that familiar sensation in her loins, the tingling twitching of her lower lips and that build-up of pressure in her nethers. She tensed up a little bit and she let out a loud cry of pleasure, her thighs twitching violently as she hit orgasm. She clenched her butt around Cooper’s face a few times during climax, and while she didn’t produce any actual fluids it was no less powerful because of that. When the orgasm finally ended a few seconds later she went limp atop him, panting to catch her breath.

Cooper could feel the way Goldy’s body twitched, clenched, and tensed up, feeling very flattered that he had clearly made her climax. It was a little difficult to breathe with the way her asshole clung to his face, and a part of him appreciated that he needed to sniff that much deeper to catch his breath. When she finally relaxed it was like an incredibly heavy blanket was settling atop him, burying him in squishy weight.

The bear took a minute to recover, feeling the otter retract his tongue and go back to idly sniffing. She was perfectly okay with that, and felt his cock twitching every so often. When she regained the energy to lift up, she did so, his length and face slipping out of their confines. A string of drool and string of seed connected the bear to the otter briefly before the distance made them snap. She turned around, seeing him covered in sweat and fluids, and then started to lick him clean.

The otter groaned a little bit as he felt that large tongue against his crotch, expecting a fairly firm build-up into another round. Instead the soft appendage gently dragged up his frontside, surprisingly dainty with its touch as she lapped around his sensitive areas. “That was… incredible,” he panted, his vision still blurry from the sweat covering his face. He would have wiped himself off but he was too exhausted and dazed. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re quite welcome, love,” replied the bear, having paused her licking to speak. She licked his face clean of sweat so they could look at each other properly, and then smiled when they made eye contact. She giggled when he let out a happy squeak and his tail thwapped a little bit. “You really are precious, you know that?” she asked.

“Weh!” replied Cooper, blushing deeply but continuing to thwap his tail. He wasn’t the best at taking praise, especially when it came from someone who had just done something so wonderfully kinky for him.

“Thus proving my point,” chuckled the bear. She finished licking the otter clean and then nuzzled at his face, then rested her chin over his chest. She lay her body on the floor, relaxing with her head on her new companion. “I’d like a quick snuggle break before I get back to sitting on you.” She could see the look in his eyes. “I’m definitely going to have times when I sit on you for much longer, but after something that intense we both need a breather.”

“That makes sense,” said the otter. It kind of felt silly that he was worried about not getting sat on as much as he wanted, but that was a large part of why he came with her. That said, something about her just made him feel safe overall, and when he thought about it more he honestly wouldn’t have minded either way. “I’m really glad you wanted me to come home with you,” he concluded with a smile.

“And I’m glad for the same reason,” said the bear. She could see the admiration in his icy blue eyes, feelings of both lust and deep appreciation as a new friend. “You know,” she said. “We don’t have to stick to just me sitting on you. If there are other things you’re into, I’m willing to try them out.”

Cooper perked up a little bit at that offer. “I’d love that!” he said to her, reaching forward and placing his handpaws on her snout. Her fur was so soft all over her body, not just on her butt. “But, um, maybe we can save that for another day. I’d like to spend today being your seat.”

“Sounds good to me,” the bear rumbled softly. “How about five minutes of snuggling, I brew some tea, and then sit on your face for a few hours?”

The otter squeaked happily and blushed brightly at the suggestion. “I’d love that!” he declared, already feeling very excited at the possibility. “Could I have some tea too, before you sit on me?” he wondered.

“Absolutely!” said Goldy with a smile, sticking her tongue out only to lick at him affectionately. “Anything you want, just let me know. I want this to be as comfortable an experience for you as possible.” She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh through her nostrils. “For now, let’s just enjoy this moment.”

“Okay! Thank you so much,” said Cooper, feeling incredibly lucky to have encountered Goldy. There had been many patrons he liked while working at Cozy Cushions, but none were this sweet to him. He felt genuinely appreciated and it gave him a fuzzy feeling inside. And now he would get to spend his days with her full-time! It was a dream come true for someone like him.

“Of course,” answered the bear. This was already turning out to be one of the best days of her life and it was only getting started. She felt the otter gently stroking her snout, feeling equally appreciated and just as happy inside. She had entered Cozy Cushions looking for an interesting café experience, and left with a companion who would no doubt become a very good friend before long.