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Being cautious about using a television was something that people rarely thought about, aymore.

The days of using an old television set and having to worry about sitting too close to the screen were a thing of the past, thanks to the massive flat screens that had become commonplace, and the different technologies that were being used to create them. Most people sat far away from the screen and relaxed on a big, comfortable couch, avoiding the risk of overexposure and keeping their eyeballs comfy and clear.

Roy wasn't like most people, both in that his flat screen was smaller, and that he didn't have quite the nicest couch on the block.

He was also still completely wary of his screen after the way that it allowed an animated character to literally escape the television and jump right into his living room.

Given the erotic consequences that came after, it wasn't right to say that Roy was scared, necessarily. There were no side effects in the weeks that followed, and whenever he wasn't in the room, he kept the set turned off, just to make sure that he wouldn't wake up with a house full of cartoon characters.

The screen didn't work that way, but he he didn't know that, and had no way of knowing about the rules for interdimensional travel; until Gloria came through the screen, he didn't even know it was possible.

The overly cautious lifestyle he'd adopted since then was helping with his electric bill, if nothing else. Given that he had no roommates, it was getting lonely without the sound of a show in the background when he moved around his apartment, but that was the only way he could be sure that he offset the possibility of his home being invaded again.

When his stomach was louder than his logic, however, he ended up jumping from his couch to the ding of his microwave letting him know that dinner was ready.

He never even noticed that he knocked the remote control to the floor, and as he was stirring the food in his bowl and enjoying the tantalizing wafts of flavored steam that drifted up from it, he ignored the quiet volume of the television turning on in the other room.

The door of the microwave shut with a satisfying click , and Roy continued to stir his food as he made his way to the kitchen table. He was still turned away from the opening to the living room at that moment, causing him to nearly drop his food in panic when he heard a strange, tapping noise from what he assumed was the front door.

He whirled around and looked, but the door didn't budge, and the knob didn't turn. "Is...is someone there?" he asked, wondering if the house had been broken into while he wasn't paying attention.

A quick glance to the right of the door revealed that the TV was turned on, and Roy looked to the floor to see the remote had fallen and kicked it on. As a precautionary measure, he'd only been watching live-action channels to avoid letting any other cartoons into his apartment, but that didn't mean that luck was on his side, this time.

He recognized the background shot from an episode of Talespin, and knew the character that he was looking at almost immediately. She was the source of the sound, as she tapped the screen once more from the inside, creating the unique, glassy knocking sound that had startled Roy so deeply.

"You...you shouldn't be here," Roy began to explain, as he set his dinner on the kitchen table and walked back into the living room. He'd been preparing for this moment to come, but he also wasn't expecting to be greeted with the mature beauty that was Rebecca Cunningham. "This is going to be hard for me to explain, but you need to turn around and go back into your show. I'll turn the set off."

"Don't bother, stranger."

Roy cocked a brow.

"This isn't really anything new for me...or for any of us," Rebecca began to explain. "We sneak through screens and interact with people in the real world all the time. There's a reason that the phrase 'breaking the fourth wall' exists, y'know? People didn't just come up with that on their own."

Thinking that he would have been the one explaining things, Roy leaned against the arm of his couch and listened instead. "So what happened with Gloria wasn't a fluke?"

"Not really. By the sounds of it, you don't really know what happened, do you?"

Roy shook his head.

"That figures. I'd be more than happy to explain things to you a bit more in depth, but it'd probably be easier to hear me if I were on the other side with you."

Knowing how hard it was to get Gloria back into her own dimension, Roy was hesitant about the idea at best, but he was curious enough to at least give her a chance. "I can hear you just fine, honestly...but I wouldn't mind the company."

Rebecca smirked. "I'd wager not. Are you really dining alone over there?"

"I...I am," Roy answered, his voice choking up just a little bit as he did. He was never sure how much of his world was visible to the cartoons on the other side, but Rebecca was giving him an idea of just how much of the real world she could see. "I've been living alone for a while, honestly."

The bear let her sass take a backseat to a warmer, kinder smile. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know the feeling...I've been alone for a long time myself," she commiserated. "There's nothing worse than a meal for two all by your lonesome."

"Not really, no," Roy agreed. "Though, we don't have to dine alone tonight if we don't want to."

"Whatcha mean by that?"

It was a bold move for Roy, but he forced what little courage he had to the surface as he came closer to the screen. "I mean that I'd love to have you join me for dinner, if you've got no other plans."

"Nothing but sitting on the inside of this screen and waiting for the show to start again," Rebecca claimed, her tone surprisingly gruff at the invitation. "A meal would be nice, but...are you sure you're not up to something?"

There was no lying about Roy. His eyes were kind and honest, something that Rebecca could see clearly, even though a dimensional barrier. "Just looking for someone to chat with over some reheated pasta. Nothing more."

They both had pain in their past, but seeing his genuine expression, Rebecca began pressing her digits against the screen. "In that case, I'd love to join you for a bite to eat. What's your name?"

"Roy," he said, watching with bated interest as Rebecca's arm began stretching out the seemingly enchanted screen. Watching the process of glass and LED lighting stretch and warp around a two dimensional figure was fascinating, and Roy hadn't seen enough of it the first time to have gotten his fix. "To think that a schmuck like me would be having dinner with Rebecca Cunningham is kinda hard to believe."

"Harder to believe than a cartoon coming through your screen and jumping into your living room?" Rebecca teased as she struggled to get her body through the existing barrier. Her digits were becoming solid and full of life as one paw pushed through up to the wrist, but without the running start, she simply didn't have the momentum needed to break the rest of the way through.

Roy couldn't imagine leaving her stuck in such a way. "Need a little help?" he asked, before kneeling to offer it regardless of her answer. He could feel the screen warping in his palms as he wrapped his fingers around it, his flesh buzzing with the electrical currents that displayed the image on the dimensional barrier. The material continued to shift between a solid, unbreakable wall and a pliable gel, until it finally sunk down to Rebecca's elbow.

With another push from her and a powerful tug from him, the pair tumbled back into the living room as the dimensional barrier warped back into place and bounced, only settling to take shape once more when all of the excess energy Rebecca's passage created had dispersed.

"Going through that thing sure works up one heck of an appetite," she admitted. "I hope you made enough for the both of us."

Blushing until his ears were red, Roy looked up at the cartoon brought to life, sprawled out over his chest. Bashful as it made him to be so close to her, she didn't seem to think anything of it.

"I, uh...I'll go make more," he stuttered.

**

"You know, Roy...it doesn't make a lot of sense to me that you're alone here."

It took a little extra time, but Roy was a man of his word, and he wouldn't have a dinner guest over without providing an extra plate for them to eat. His food was easy enough to toss into the microwave for a quick warm up, but for Rebecca, he made an entirely fresh batch of pasta, complete with a new pot of bubbling hot sauce and freshly grated Parmesan.

He didn't have all of the finest things in life, but Roy made sure that his fridge was always very well stocked.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, taking pause first to finish a bite of his slowly cooling meal.

"You have a wonderful home, even if it's modest," Rebecca started to explain. "You're kind and caring, so much that you'd make a fresh meal for a total stranger-

"Well, you're not a total stranger," Roy interjected.

"And even though I had no consideration for your plans for the evening, you've gone ahead and dedicated the whole thing to making me feel welcome. Someone with that kind of charm hardly deserves to be spending dinner by their lonesome every night."

Roy could have lied and said that this wasn't the norm for him, but Rebecca was every bit as clever in person as she was on the screen; there was no use lying to her when he knew she'd see right through it.

"That's very kind of you to say," he replied, absently twirling his fork around in the last of his pasta. "But what about you? Someone as beautiful and hardworking as you are doesn't deserve to be alone all the time, either."

"On the other side of the screen, I'm not alone," she reminded him. "Technically, I've got a lot of friends and family that care about me, still. It's the more intimate company that I've been lacking lately."

His interactions with cartoons were always unique, but at those words, Roy immediately thought of his interlude with Gloria only a couple weeks before. "I, uhm...y-yeah. What do you mean by that, exactly?"

Rebecca immediately took notice of his stammering. "Intimacy means the same thing in this dimension as it does over there, I'm sure. Just because we don't say it during the episodes doesn't mean we don't talk about it, Roy. We...we all have needs, right?"

"We do," Roy agreed, trying not to make Rebecca seem like the odd one in the conversation. "It just always strikes me as odd, how similar our worlds can be when we're not that much alike."

"We're plenty alike, aren't we?"

Roy shook his head. "You're a cartoon, and I'm a real person. You're a bear, I'm a human...there's more than that, but I'm sure I could keep going if you like."

"Not necessary," Rebecca told him, keeping a giggle in the palm of her paw. "You're looking too much at what physically makes us different, instead of the little things that make us similar...like being a pair of kind-hearted souls that are all alone, even though they deserve someone to make them happy."

"You don't deserve to be alone, anyway," Roy's voice was heavy. "But fate definitely wasn't kind to you...you hardly have a choice in the matter."

"I have a choice right now," Rebecca suggested. "And so do you , Roy."

Given that it was only his second encounter, Roy still wasn't used to how forward cartoons could be, once they were into the real world. There was no mincing Rebecca's intentions, no matter how ambiguous her words were.

"Chances like this don't come along for me very often, Roy. I won't hold it against you if this is too much, too soon...but I've already made up my mind. I won't have a second thought about if you just say the word."

The nervous side of Roy wanted to just say 'word' and see if it would get a rise out of her, but Rebecca's eyes were already narrowing on him with a visual cocktail of growing lust and shrinking patience. Running her own business and caring for her daughter all on her own meant that Rebecca never had time to second guess herself; when an opportunity arose, she had to pounce on it before it faded into another regret.

To think that Rebecca held him in such high regard after such a short amount of time was so flattering to Roy, he could hardly find the words to reply, even if she could already see the answer in his eyes.

"Is...is the bedroom good for you?"

"Perfect," she immediately replied. Standing up from the table and reaching across it to grab Roy's hands in her soft, lightly furred paws, she smiled so eagerly at him that he began to wonder if this encounter had been her intention all along. "Lead the way, would you? I'm afraid you didn't show me around yet, and I'd really like to repay your generous hospitality."

Roy was taken aback by the forward and affectionate gesture, but as he gulped, his fingers interlocked with Rebecca's thicker, softer digits. "Th...This way," he stammered again, his nervous voice matched with another playful giggle from his ursine companion. "You don't have to repay me, though..."

"But I want to, so if you're opposed...you'd better stop me now."

"Nope," Roy shut himself up as he gave a gentle tug, leading Rebecca away from the kitchen and past the living room, down the short hallway to his cluttered bedroom.

So much for that resolution to clean it since the last time, he thought. Hopefully she doesn't mind.

The idea of being able to have and create clutter was a strange thing to a cartoon that was used to living the entirety of its existence in a contained unit, but Rebecca wasn't really worried about the way that Roy kept his bedroom.

She was just glad that it was spacious enough for her plan, as Roy pulled her into it.

"I didn't think you'd really have a problem with it," she murmured, her voice lowering with a hint of smoky desire. "Since you were so kind to make me dinner...why don't you take a load off, hm?"

As they slipped past the bedroom door, Rebecca gave Roy a gentle push, using such a small amount of force that it was up to him whether or not his backside met with the bed.

When it did, Rebecca gave up on any hesitation that she had left, knowing that he was on board for the long haul.

"You really don't have to pay me back for this, you know," Roy was doing his best to be a gentleman and a good host, even if a hint of his reaction was just his nerves getting the better of him. "It was just the right thing to do!"

"It was indeed, and that kind of good behavior deserves to be rewarded," she argued, her motherly spirit creeping into the sensual act of her vibrant, pink jacket shrugging away from her shoulders. "I'm afraid my money probably won't do you any good, in this dimension...but I can tell that you're already accepting my payment."

"I don't know what y-

"Think I didn't notice?" Rebecca teased, leaning over at the hip to offer a flash of her cleavage as she tugged down on the extra fabric of her turtleneck. "You can play coy all you want, but that's no accident, Roy."

His own member was betraying him, pressing up and bouncing at the front of his pants as Rebecca continued, the turtleneck popping up and over her head with a tug that ruffled the neatly combed tresses of her hair.

Her bust was modest, but it bounced with a youthful perk as each breast came free. "Y-Yeah, no...no accident," he was caught off guard by the rather sudden appearance of her bare chest, leaving him nearly speechless to start, and utterly speechless when she slipped down to her knees and began easing out of the slim, lavender pants that acted as the last bastion of her modesty.

Chuckling at his affable nature, Rebecca paused as her panties came exposed, knowing that Roy was hers to toy with; he didn't even try to stop her as she knelt before his thighs and rested a paw on the inside of one, while the other eagerly worked through his zipper, fishing out the throbbing length of his cock with another deceptively innocent giggle.

"Last chance to reject my payment, Roy..."

He was nearly drooling as he looked down and Rebecca looked up to meet his lust-drunk stare. With narrowed eyes and practiced lips, she kissed the tip of his member without even gazing on it, the narrow, pink slit of her tongue gliding over the head and slurping up the beads of precum that had already gathered there.

Fingers clenched into the messy sheets on the side of the bed as Roy stiffened up. The head of his length disappeared inside a pair of pursed lips as Rebecca went to work on her gracious host and her own body, sliding her digits from his thigh to snake them into her panties, instead. Playing with the generous moisture that had already gathered at her sex, she began working the liquid arousal into the proud, erect nub of her clit, eager to work herself into a frenzy for him...but she didn't dare to finish that way.

She wouldn't let Roy cheat her out of what she really wanted, either...something that she hadn't felt in such a long time, she wondered if it might feel like the first time all over again.

"_Mnn..._it feels pretty heavenly on my tongue," Rebecca paused just after her maw welcomed half of Roy's pulsing length into it, allowing it to twitch freely in the air. "But there's definitely a better place for us to put it, if you think you're up for it."

Roy didn't dare to admit how close she'd brought him to orgasm with just the legendary skills of her tongue. He tried to calm himself down the best that he could in the break that she offered, but a quick stroke up from the base of his length left him reeling all over again, as fresh precum eased up to the surface. A playful glide of the tongue cleared up the new mess, and an appreciative Rebecca licked her lips at the warm treat, even as she stood up out of her panties and released his cock.

"Gotta be a g-good host, don't I?" Roy was trying to stay cool and sound like he was in control, but it was Rebecca taking the lead as she tucked her digits into the legs of his jeans and yanked them off. They were tossed aside in a flash, and in the next moment, Rebecca was on the edge of the bed with him, her knees on either side of his hips as she took his lap for her own, happily gliding the moisture of her sex across the underside of his length as she got into position.

A smooth, delicate roll of her hips gave Roy all the indication he needed that she was ready. Her juices were plentiful, leaving the underside of his cock thoroughly soaked as she rocked forth again, feeling the tension of his length as it popped free and bobbed forward, unencumbered by her sex. "You've already been a wonderful host, Roy...but I'm still not done paying you back."

"After that? It feels like I'm in your debt now," he claimed, finding a single smooth line at the bottom of his bag of words.

Grinning, Rebecca reached down and held the base of his manhood firmly, keeping it lined up with her parted folds. "If you really think that...just meet me in the middle," she replied with equal candor, her labia eagerly welcoming his smooth, human member. The tender flesh yielded to his stiff length as the first couple inches easily passed into her womanhood, and for the first time all night, Rebecca wasn't in control anymore.

Her pleasure took the wheel as she released the base of his length, and engulfed it entirely in her sex with a heavy, powerful drop of the hips. Roy only had his palms on her hips for an instant before her body fell below his grasp, and he watched his entire length disappear inside of her; he couldn't pull his gaze away as she rocked from side to side, simply _basking_in the feeling of being completely filled once more.

Finding her backside and gripping it tight in his palms, Roy sucked in a heavy gasp, doing all he could to keep his eyes from wincing. He gazed up at Rebecca with a dreamy look, and saw the sexual frustration melting from her expression as she bit down on her lip, and then released it all with a long, pleasured sigh, as if the weight of the world had been taken from her for the first time in her life.

"Now, w-we're even," Rebecca recaptured her grin as she lifted her hips once more. "Keep those hands right where they are...and don't be afraid to give mommy a little smack now and then."

Roy didn't know how much he'd enjoy being given those playful orders until he heard them, and immediately, his member throbbed inside of her, answering for him before he gave a much gentler nod. "Yes ma'am!"

"Damn straight," her grin let a fang sneak through, and Roy couldn't forget the sight and sound of her dominant flair as she started slow, rolling her body the same way she had to coat his length...but she didn't let Roy off the hook that easy. Her motherly figure was still toned and slim, but her hips were a little wider, and she knew just how to use them as she picked up the pace.

The bed shook against the wall as Rebecca rested her weight on her knees and bumped back on her rump, lowering herself rapidly onto the offered cock and putting Roy through his paces with a look of utter satisfaction on her muzzle. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward for Roy to enjoy as she grabbed one of his wrists and squeezed it, hoping he'd get the message.

Smek. It was hardly enough to be called a spank, and Rebecca squeezed his wrist tighter, as her inner muscles began to clench around his stiffness.

"Harder."

Smack! Roy looked up for approval, his normally stoic expression weakened by desire, even as the strength of his blows grew. Rebecca returned the favor as she worked his cock the best that she could on each drop of her hips, milking him from the inside and rushing his orgasm to line up with her own.

She knew he could do what he needed, as she gripped his other wrist and squeezed them both painfully tight. "I said harder, Roy!"

Both of his wrists lifted, and open palms slapped down tight against Rebecca's soft, curvy rump, squeezing the plentiful flesh until his grip couldn't fit anymore of it. That little, extra bit of rough pressure was just what she was looking for, and with his learned obedience, her paws became free to cup her own breasts.

She hardly had time to pinch her nipples and tweak them before her inner walls began the uncontrollable flutter of orgasm around Roy's cock, and that sensation was all it took to send him right over the edge with her.

"That's it, baby...f-fill me right up!" she kept control until the very last moment, squeezing her breasts tight as her hips pounded Roy into the bed and kept him firmly locked into her cunt. He didn't dare to move from her pace as a small puddle of wetness began forming between their thighs, aided by the loose strands of arousal that dripped from her sex, and the thick, heated gushes of his cum.

What couldn't make it to her womb or stick to her inner walls violently spilled from her parted folds, soaking back over his thighs and leaving both of them with a mess to worry about later; nothing was going to stop their eagerly meeting hips, short of the utter exhaustion that Rebecca was approaching.

Even as she slowed, Roy gave her all that he had, finally bumping his hips back into hers and meeting her ferocious pace. "_Nnf..._h-how do you squeeze it like that? Fuck, I...I c-can't stop cumming!" he groaned, his member becoming a little too sensitive as Rebecca's greedy depths continued to squeeze around it.

Her grin, though ragged with her efforts, only grew wider as Roy was completely overwhelmed.

**

It took a few minutes before either one had the proper breath or wherewithal to talk about what had happened, but Roy was back to being a little bashful after what had happened, and Rebecca knew that she'd have to be the one to break the newly formed ice.

"So, Roy."

It was as simple as that. "Yeah...?"

She rolled over on her side, resting next to him in bed. Her breasts pushed against his shoulder and chest in an obvious, heated move, before rolling back on top of his body entirely.

"Think you're ready for another round? Mama bear is just getting warmed up..."

Even if he did have a choice...Roy couldn't possibly turn down that kind of invitation.