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He stepped forward, silent and controlled, his breath even. The mansion was secured—no one got in without his knowing. And yet, the unpredictability of the moment sent a dark thrill curling through his chest. The doorknob was cool under his fingers as he slowly pushed the door open. And what he saw— Was not at all what he expected. A scene straight out of a surreal, fucking fever dream. There she was. His Mini bear. Lounging in a massive tub, buried in a sea of white foam and soft steam, utterly oblivious to the fact that just seconds ago, he had been prepared to pull the trigger on an intruder.

Did she break the bed? No, it’s not the bed. Hidi noticed a small crack in one of the bed posts. It had shifted off the base. Hidi moved to push it back into place but stopped as something caught her eye. Something was inside the small tunnel. It was blue. “A ribbon?” Hidi shifted the pole further to see if there was more. Something tiny and brown was tucked inside. “It’s a bear.” Hidi pulled out the already tiny creature. The size of her hands further shrank it. But there it was—a small jointed bear with a blue ribbon.

I had evidence. Before we entered the mountains, I had taken precautions and secretly installed a hidden camera. They ignored my warnings, and I clearly recorded the moment of their self-destruction. The video captured only the sound behind Bonnie, but the voice matched hers perfectly. She had no way to deny it. As the two of them lay on the bed, their eyes immediately filled with panic. Their faces went pale, and they exchanged nervous glances. I opened the video and sent it to the director and his colleagues. The voice of my warning echoed through the room, "We can't go any further. The bear is nursing her cubs up ahead. If we intrude, it'll see us as a threat and attack."

Also, we tried cleaning up the safe house to reduce the dust and by the time we were done, we both were exhausted even though Ruth joined in and helped at some point. "I need a shower, I stink," Ashley groaned. "Me too," I agreed. We moved out of the safe-house and we all went our separate ways except for Blue who followed me to my room. I got to my room and took my bath while Blue stayed in the living area, playing a video game. By the time I finished showering, Blue was already asleep. I covered him with a blanket and changed to a TV channel that was showing an Indian movie. Forty minutes into the movie, Blue woke up startled. He stood abruptly, looking around intensely.

Black snapped before returning inside the house. Katleya watched her friend with amusement. Blue really didn’t know anything about house chores. Back when they lived in a condo, the only thing he could wash was his underwear. “Katleya, help me, please?” Blue pouted, even slapping the bubbles in frustration. “Why did you even throw up? You don’t usually puke,” Katleya asked.

Sir Logan couldn't take it anymore; his voice swallowed Emily's words. “Whose room is this?” Emily hesitated before she utters. “Mason room” She finds this question odd and confusing. Mason pointed at Emily and roared. “You are sick in your head! In fact, this marriage is over. I will not marry a cheater like you.” Emily froze in her spot. Could it be she didn't sleep with Mason yesterday? Who is it then? Her feet kicked when she remembered the figure's eyes were blue, unlike Mason's brown eyes.

I ask absentmindedly. “Mr. Rhodes, we have a…situation.” Bryant’s words echo in my ears like it’s coming from a loud speaker. “What is it?” “Miss blue received a package. We scanned it for weapons or explosive and found none but when she opened it…” “What? For fucks sake finish a sentence!” “She looked terrified and as pale as a ghost.” “What was in the package?” “A teddy bear.” He says and I’m immediately confused. “A teddy bear? That’s it?”

I named him that because it looks like a big blue cock, why else? I reached over to my bedside table and rummaged under my tanks tops to find it hidden with a tube of lube, which I wouldn't need this morning. I slipped Big Blue into my panties and rubbed him up and down my slit. I pulled him out thinking "I want to recreate my dream." So I took off my panties and turned over onto my knees. I reached back and slipped Big Blue up from my pussy, coated in my juices, up to my asshole and pressed firmly against my butt hole. Not going in at all, just pressure for a moment, then back to my pussy again.

I growled, realizing that I somehow had to get the heavy-as-all-sin bear wrestler inside. “No good deed goes unpunished,” I hissed, turning off the engine and picking up Tiny, carrying him inside first and putting him on a shelf. And while my chameleon turned purple against a golden and coral backdrop, he silently watched as I comically pushed, pulled, and dragged the heavy log inside. I spent most of that time swearing and yelling profanities, which would probably make my Catholic family send me to confession – twice! – and the rest of that time I spent asking why this was happening to me. And yes, at that point, I was sitting on top of him, wondering if the floor really was that bad a plac

to find Will pressed back into the far corner of the room. My old friend stands, bolt upright, arms folded up and well out of the way, head pulled back. His eyes are rimmed white against the coffee of his skin. To one side, he's hemmed in by a dresser. To the other, a table blocks his exit. His face lights up as we enter. The reason for the odd posture lies close by his feet. Head resting on outstretched paws, apparently relaxed, Bear is doing his best impression of a fur rug, if rugs emanated a low continuous rumble, something along the lines of distant thunder.