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Friday was finally here, and Aleksandra could not be more excited. She knew that as she sat in school, counting the moments until the day was finally over, her parents were getting further and further away. According to their itinerary, they had left around nine and now as the school day drew to an agonizingly slow close, they would be somewhere in the air over the central United States, on their way to the Caribbean for a week of surf, sun, and whatever else they decided to partake in, the details of which did not concern the young bear one bit. All that mattered was that for one week, she had the house all to herself, to do what she liked, when she liked. Aleks did not think she would ever be so excited for the beginning of Spring Break in her 18 years of living!

As the teacher droned on each tick of clock inched her closer to freedom. She toyed with the longer hair the draped along one side of her face, the honey colored locks fading into a shorter darker umber undercut that her mother referred to as 'boyish' regardless of the style being adopted by so many women. She never thought of herself as attractive, but she thought it didn't look so bad. Still few teenage girls have much confidence in their still budding bodies. Her features were soft and pretty even if she didn't always think so. Dark brown fur with cream colored accents marked her as grizzly decent, she was decidedly smaller than most of her bloodline, but which still left her one of the biggest girls in her class. She was a bit pudgier than she wanted to be, her breasts filled out her pale red pop-culture referencing shirt nicely (Wonder Wombat!), but less so than most girls her size.

A lack of confidence was her biggest fault, but she managed to hide it well for the most part.

"Mr. Dickory, I honestly could not care less about the state of European politics post World War whatever, just let me make it through the next 3 minutes, and get home!" despite her disinterest she could not hide the smile on her blunt ursine muzzle, her black lips revealing more teeth by the moment as she discreetly began sliding her books into her bag. Hazel eyes flicked between the teacher and the clock. It wasn't that Aleksandra was careless or a poor student, far from it, but the wait was going to cause her to explode, she was sure of it!

Professor Harold Dickory couldn't help but share the smile Ms. Aleksandra Karnivosa tried to hide behind a paw. The aging mouse was going to talk until the very end, but he knew exactly what was going through each of his students' minds. This lecture was the definition of a lost cause. But it would be no fault of his if they did not recall the after effects of the Great War on the world at large!

The bell sounded glorious to the class, but to Aleksandra it was the signal of something even greater. She could almost break into song over the joyous prospect of a week without supervision! The dull roar of chairs sliding, papers shuffling, the chatter between students, and even Mr. Dickory's customary call to make good choices while on break were lost on the bear as she made her way through the crowd, doing her best to resist the urge to make an Aleksandra shaped hole in the wall as she reached escape velocity.

The entire student body poured from each door on the campus, flowing into the hallway like a surging river, and bursting from the exits in a cascade of hormonal teenage beasts. Aleks focused on willing her legs to walk faster, carving a path through her peers as she shifted her pack on her broad shoulders. She pulled her phone out the pocket of her jean capris, scanning her messages quickly with darting hazel eyes. Parents made their transfer safe; Dad only offended one flight attendant with his antics (a new record). Aleks rolled her eyes and clicked on the thread from her BFF Angela.

Angela DeForesta went to a nearby private school, so to keep in touch with the rabbit doe was best left to texting. A series of emoticons and short code popped up on the screen,

'OMG C U 2NITE <3!'

Everything said without using a single real word, accented by a GIF of balloons, and fireworks. Aleks thumbed a more complete thought to her, albeit still short.

'Me either! :D'

Without missing a beat, she dodged through her classmates and made her way down the sidewalk into her sleepy little suburban home town.

The walk home normally took her 15 minutes, but Aleks managed to cover it in less than ten, never running, but the pace she laid had her panting a bit as she slipped into the front door. She dropped her pack in the foyer, the thud echoing through the blissfully empty house. She turned to look at the table where the family kept their various pocket contents of change and keys, and the mirror above it where someone could make any final adjustments before heading into the world.

Aleksandra took a moment to glance at the mirror and brushed the stray hair back from her eyes. Staring at the reflective surface just made her more self-conscious and was ruining her excitement for the week ahead. She sighed softly, her self-loathing suddenly broken by the sight of a fluorescent note:

'Dear Honey-Cub,

Mom and I hope you have fun this week! I'm sorry you couldn't

come on the trip with us but I'm sure you'll find stuff to

keep you occupied! We left some money for junk food

or whatever you may want! Remember the rules though: no

wild parties (ha ha) and don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Love,

Mom and Dad

P.S.: Stay out of the study! Standard house rules still apply!

Aleks quirked a brow as the smile returned to her face. She pocketed the small pile of cash, and murmured to herself, "Don't worry daddy, I won't be doing anything you wouldn't do!" She laughed softly, shaking her head as she walked into the living room, flopping on the couch as she slipped her phone from her pocket. She just needed to decide what thing he would do first!

Nimble thumbs fly across the virtual keys, posting to MuzzleBook, the message hidden from her parents view: "Best week ever has started!" The proclamation flew through cyberspace. The telltale ding of the post going up successfully was followed immediately by the tone that indicated there was a comment made on it (Angela: 'YAAAAAS GURL! :D') which was followed by Alek's nose wrinkling on her snout. The comment was not the problem, no she had smelled something familiar, but frankly something she didn't care to be smelling right this second.

Her mother tried so hard to hide that scent; entreating every manner of aerosol spray, and air purifier to remove it from her lovely home. But there it was, clear as day. She flipped over on the couch, peering over the arm of the couch to the end table and she let out a little sigh. In the crystal ash tray was the stub of a cigar, smoldering away, smoked down to the band.

"Ugh. Daddy." She grunted, and sat up, staring at the remains of the stogie as if it was something much more offensive, best left to the imagination. Her father was a prodigious cigar smoker, and she suspected his trip to the islands was as much about obtaining more of them as it was spending quality time with her mother. She leaned over to pick up the tray, and walked into the kitchen to dispose of the remains. Her father was nearly never without one, an older bear of business, the cigar was a symbol of status, as well as masculinity. Alexander Karnivosa was a pillar of machismo in his mind, and he spent a great deal of time letting everyone around him know exactly how much of a male he was.

"Girls can't smoke cigars Aleks, it just isn't done." He would say, anytime Aleks would work up the nerve to ask to try one. "Besides that, you're still a little girl!" His patronizing tone rang out in her ears and the blush that came to her cheeks just frustrated her even further. She was an only child, daddy's "delicate little flower" forever, and any attempts to be something more were regarded as a 'phase' or just silly.

She pushed down on the step-lever of the trash can, and began to tip the contents of the tray into it, eyes narrowing slightly as a more devious smile returned to her face. She dumped the ash laden container into the can, but she knew now what she wanted to do first. He always kept them in his study, locked in the humidor on his desk. This was a rebellious moment she had waited for. That grown up taboo she would finally cross before any other. The top snapped close with a metallic clang, and she sat the ash tray on top of it. She refused to be daddy's little girl forever.

*****

She sauntered down the hallway and up the stairs to the big oak double doors, and pushed them open slowly, the weight easily moving on the well worn hinges.

"Why yes daddy, I would love a cigar," she whispered to herself as she stepped into the expansive personal space her father so lovingly referred to as his 'Boar Cave'. Anyone could easily tell this was a place that only a man would dwell. She flicked on the lights, and a warm tinge lit the room from above. The scent of smoke hung thick in the air, embraced by every book on the shelves, and every cushioned seat. The dark green carpet was plush under her sneakers, and though she had been in here many times before, it was never alone. It was a space lost in time, like it escaped from the '60s and never got the memo that time had kept moving forward save for the very expensive electronics her father loved to play with. She saw herself in the mirror of the closet as she walked by and quickly scooted past, like it was observing her every move, and judging her intrusion.

The silence was stifling as she walked across the room, each step taken with reverence, as though she were infiltrating some secret temple where her kind was not allowed. There at the heart was the altar, or in this case, the massive mahogany desk, and resting in the place of reverence was an intricately carved box, her treasure chest. All of this symbolism smacked of Indiana Bones, and the mental image made her giggle. The sound of her own laughter made her uneasy as the silence was broken. What if he found out? It was so illicit; she had to fight off a shiver. She ran her fingers over the edge, and strolled slowly around the desk, taking a seat in the leather arm chair, her father's throne. Her paws gripped the arms as she settled into the seat, surveying all before her.

The teen's eyes roamed the desk, and she drank it all in. It was a bit larger than she remembered it being, but she could comfortably reach all of it. The computer slept on one side of the desk, and in front of her was some paperwork, piled neatly with her father's heavy-handed signature scribbled across the bottom. To her left was an empty glass, a thick walled tumbler made for keeping drinks cold and paws from warming them. Her father favored old scotch, and on occasion, very cold vodka, a nod to his Russian roots. Towards where her right hand would rest was a heavy crystal ashtray, piled with remains of several cigars. There was a well-worn but still razor sharp clipper there as well, and a butane lighter that looked like what would happen if a Zippo and a jet engine had a child. With an unsteady flick of her ursine paw it was on. The blue flame danced in front of her eyes before she released the switch once more. All the accessories she would need to enjoy her first smoke were right there.

Aleks's sight finally came to rest on the humidor in the center of the desk, and she bit her lip. Doubt came to her mind for the first time since started this journey. Her father would be incensed if he found out, and the punishment would be severe on a scale she had never known. She always did the right thing. Always did her best to be Daddy's perfect angel, and yet here she was, about to commit a cardinal sin in this household. So verboten it was actually never spoken of, just silently acknowledged as the law of the land.

"If you chicken out now, you're just telling him he's right and that a girl... No. A woman. Cannot do the same things a man could." The rebellious voice in her head spoke out, strengthening her resolve. "He always treats you like a princess and never would let you just be yourself." Her paw stopped shaking, and suddenly the cocksure grin came to her features again.

"I don't need a dick to enjoy anything as much as a man can enjoy it."

Her fingers lifted the lid of the humidor and revealed the bounty held within. More than two dozen thick cigars rested in the humidor, their woody, almost musky smell wafting from the temperature controlled vessel. Her father generally smoked one brand, its distinctive black and gold ring read 'Macho En Manos', and it was by no means a short smoke. These cigars came in nearly an inch and a half thick and seven inches long. The leaves were thinly veined, a rich brown color and seems to shine almost, the oil in the wrapper reflecting the light. Alek's plucked one from the confines by the band, holding it between her thumb and forefingers, rolling the cigar gently as she felt its weight in her digits, heavier than she expected, but oddly familiar somehow? She couldn't really explain it, but as she brought the aromatic cylinder to her nose, running it under with a practiced ease, it felt right in her paw. She had watched her father do this a million times, and followed his lead.

The scent was strong, but comforting in a way, earthy with a hint of cinnamon she had never noticed before. It was a smell she had always associated with her father, but now she was going to take for herself.

"I never knew how much I loved this smell, until right now." Her smile softened ever so slightly, as the calming aroma settled over her like a haze. She picked up the clipper, and nipped the cap off clean and quick, bringing it to her lips, and letting the cigar touch her tongue for the first time. Her eyes closed, and as she held the cigar there for a moment, breathing through it, and exhaling through her nose she silently wondered how she managed to wait so long to try this. She opened her eyes half lidded, and shifted the cigar to the side of her muzzle, biting down gently with her teeth as she fished for the phone in her pocket.

"Angie is going to freak!" She muttered around the cigar, grinning as she stopped and took a selfie. She was an 18 year girl, and this is how a memory is preserved! This was a defining moment in her life, she was sure of it! What better way in this day and age than to snap a well posed portrait with her cell? She nodded as she inspected the picture, appreciating the theatricality of it all. "You are one badass bitch Aleksandra." She thought to herself, attaching the same sentence to the photo before hitting the send button. Her smile was nearly ear to ear as she wrapped her fingers around the cigar, removing it from her lips as she read her friend's reply.

"OMG UR CRAZY! I HOPE U GOT MORE LOL! I LUV U! SEE U SOON!!! XD"

Tonight was going to be about pizza, and movies, but as she looked from her screen to the cigar held in her paw, the plan had most definitely changed.

"Time to light this up, and see what all the fuss is about..."

The anticipation grew heavy as she gripped the lighter with her fingers. With a click of the switch the flame bloomed azure in front of her, and she slowly lowered the cigar to it, the foot being kissed by the warmth. Her lips pursed around the stick as she took small draws, turning with each puff. She didn't realize it, but she was lighting it like she had played this game before. Aleks was mimicking the motions of her father again, without being conscious of it. In a moment the cigar was evenly lit, without a scorch mark to be found, and about her was an aromatic veil. The tip glowed bright as she filled her muzzle with the creamy smoke, flicking the lighter off and setting it down as the flavor rolled across her palette. She leaned back, exhaling a stream above her, and she stifled a throaty moan.

"Mmmm... That's the stuff..." She let out a quiet chuckle, staring at the smoke curling from the end of her cigar. "I should have done this years ago..." She lamented as she brought the stogie to her muzzle, taking another pull before releasing a plume that spilled across the desk.

It wasn't long before the powerful smell of the room was intensified by her contribution, and something of a fog came to rest gently over her. Aleks closed her eyes, every muscle in her body felt relaxed, and she was comfortable in a way she would not have guessed possible. In a space where just a few minutes ago she felt like an intruder, she felt suddenly welcome. Like she belonged here now, and this was her space. There was something missing though...

As she saw the glass to her left she was struck with inspiration.

"I need a drink." Aleks stated matter of factly, and as she stood up to make her way to the bar service, cigar clamped in the side of her muzzle she stopped, and dwelled on what was happening right now. Sure she had snuck a drink or two at a party, but nothing like this. Hard lemonade was not even in the same realm as what she found herself mixing. Innate familiarity with the motions made her pour a measure of water into a glass, followed by a dram of scotch that was a decade older than her from a decanter that was older than that. She swirled it gently, cigar held in the same ursine paw as she brought it her nose, and then stopped as the smoky scent of the well aged liquor mingled with the taste of the cigar on her tongue. The reality of the situation came to her, and she almost laughed.

"I'm acting just like Dad!" She stared down as items she clenched with ease in her paw. "Or... Is this something I've done before?" She shook her head, trying to clear the haze in her mind. "What does it matter? I'm enjoying myself right?" The bear nodded as if to agree with the thought before bringing the glass to her lips and letting the fire roll down her throat. She hissed softly, and took a breath, the velvety warmth lining her throat was a perfect match to the cigar she brought back to her lips, and drew gently from it. Her phone buzzed in her pocket as if on cue. She exhaled and smirked at Angela's antics as she sat her glass down on the desk, leaning against it as she stared at the tiny screen.

'Aleks Im gonna be a bit late! Dinner w/ fam. Dont smoke em all ROFLMAO!'

'Don't worry; I have plenty for us both!' Aleks replied before flopping back into the throne, it groaned quietly as she leaned back, kicking her feet up on the desk as she clenched the thick stogie in her lips, little wisps of smoke passing from the tip and her lips alternately. As her sneakers landed on the desk she unwittingly disturbed the wireless mouse on the underside tray, and with a quiet hum the monitor of the computer awoke. She glanced out of instinct more than anything, and her eyes grew wide as the image on the screen appeared.

"Oh my gods, DAD YOU PERV!" She looked away, laughing and nearly choking on the smoke for the first time. Plain as day on the screen was a female bear, legs spread wide, and sharing her sex for the entire world to see. She glanced back, and arched a brow. The girl was looking up towards the camera, her eyes lidded, and lips pouting as her juices glistened on the fingertips exposing her pink folds. It was typical smut, for the typical male, and Aleks snorted derisively to herself. As she studied the picture more closely, to better criticize it you see, she saw bright blue eyes beckoned for the viewer to reach out and touch her, maybe take a taste. It was pandering to a sex hungry male ego. A blush came to her cheeks as a more thoughts on the female came to her mind. She ignored the rush of warmth rushing to her own nethers as she reached under the desk for the mouse and keyboard.

"What else have we been looking at Daddy dearest hmm?" She set the cigar down in her ashtray, taking a sip of the drink by her paw before clicking the history button. To say her father enjoyed porn was like saying the ocean is wet. A bigger understatement could not have been made. Mr. Karnivosa's browser past was composed of a smattering of news pages (quickly pulled up when company arrived no doubt), and a deluge of XXX, TeenSlutsHungry4Cock, and more dirty phrases; all manner of fetishistic buzzwords. The word "Muscle" was clearly a favorite term however, as were words related to them. Aleksandra was no prude, and had even gone to second base with a boy before, but this was all a bit more than she was accustomed to. It was so dirty... She looked down to her cigar burning in the tray and smirked.

"So Dad likes bigger boys and girls hmm?" She snorted softly as she went down the list, picking a page at random. "Vixen rides the Bull."

The video that appeared on the screen was of an absolutely massive bull, thick cords of muscles standing out across his form as he pinned a fox girl beneath him, who frankly seemed to be enjoying it more than he was. Spit was foaming on his lips as her stomach started to bulge, taking every last inch of the steer as he grunted and groaned. The camera zoomed in on the vixen's face for a moment as she licked her lips, cooing for him to give her all of it.

Between the lewd noises coming from the computer, the sound of sweaty bodies pressing together and mewling pleads for his cum, Aleks hardly realized that her free paw had left the mouse and had unbuttoned her jeans, the other brought the half smoked stogie back to her lips. The warmth she had not noticed before had grown more persistent, and as her fingers slid into her panties she arched her back and moaned, biting down on the cigar. She whimpered around it, eyes focused on the bull's conquest. His gigantic testicles slapped against the vixen's belly in a steady cadence. His whole body rippled with obscenely bulging muscles, his sweat running in the rivulets down the black fur of his immense back as he pounded away at his bitch.

She had never thought much about it before, but she loved the way that looked. She shut her eyes, and thought about what it must feel like being that powerful; to be bigger, and stronger than anyone around. To be capable of making your partners cry out like that, and beg for more...

In. Out. More! Fuck ME! HARDER! TAKE IT ALL!

As the heel of her palm rubbed roughly against her clit, fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunny as she tried desperately to finish. Her paw was a blur, but the groan that rose up in her was of frustration and not release. She had never had this problem before. She knew how to please herself damnit! The pressure was there, her body trembled, but she couldn't seem to crest the mountain.

She grabbed for the collar of her shirt, tugging on it fitfully. She felt like she was suffocating, as she pulled the drool covered and gnawed end of the cigar from her lips she had to stand. She grabbed the desk to steady herself, and Aleks felt like she was burning up. Unconscious of the movement she dropped the spent smoke in the tray, her paws balled into fists and banged down on the desk, the dull thud rang out in the empty room. The muscles of her forearms pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. She panted heavily as the situation became clear to her; there had to be more.

She needed more.

She grunted, gripping the desk tightly, and shoved the chair back with against the wall. She plunged three digits into herself, then a fourth, but nothing was satisfying that ache. Leaning forward Aleks tried to angle the delving paw as deeply as she could. Her honey pot had smeared the inside of her thighs and all she wanted to do now was cum. Her soaked panties and stained jeans only fueled the aggravation. She growled deep in her chest, a guttural noise that nearly startled her from the trance she was in. All she could smell was smoke, and sex and she was being strangled by this FUCKING SHIRT. She gripped the neck on either end and pulled, the pastel colored fabric yielding to her bestial anger, rendered to scraps as it hung off her shoulders, her breast heaving as the blood pounded in her ears. She could breathe easier, but as she looked down at herself she realized she didn't recognize the view. Not entirely.

Aleks' eyes roamed across her form, paws clenching and unclenching as she stared down at them. Before her eyes the muscles under her fur seemed to pulse, and swell. She glanced towards the door that lead to the walk in closet, spotting the full length mirror she decided to get a better look. As she stood in front of the mirror, what stared back at her is something all together amazing. Her mind races with each passing moment, attempting to adjust to what was quickly becoming reality through the pungent swirl of smoke.

Her tongue swept over her lips as each breath seemed to bring further growth. The warmth she hardly noticed at first is like a wildfire that coursed through her veins now. She lifted her arm and flexed, the rounded muscle of her bicep destroying the remainder of her sleeve, engorged into a softball sized swell. The second arm joins in a perfect double bicep pose which leaves the childish shirt in tatters on the carpet around her and her bra snapped in two, stretched over more chest than had ever been there previously. The pendulous breasts that hung from her torso must have doubled in size, but were held in place by the thick slabs of pectoral meat beneath. The weight of the teardrop shaped orbs barely registered to her. She brought her paws up to grasp them, sending a shiver down her back as her thick areolas hardened instantly in response, their dark colored flesh standing out against the cream colored fur. She pinched them, and cooed to herself, another wave of warmth rushed from her puffy and tender lips. The newly changed teen's fingertips slid down her body, running over the cobbles of her abs, rock hard and standing out along the way southward.

"I should have always been this way..." The pounding in her ears had settled, and now each thought was clear as a bell.

She turned to the side, admiring her profile, the legs of her jeans stretched taut by the engorged muscles of her pillar like legs. She bent at the knee, flexing as she reached down to touch the hardened flesh, and pulled the remnants of her jeans and panties from them like tissue paper. The trunk like spires free she reached down to touch her toes. Her sneakers lasted the longest, but her mammoth physique needed a larger base, and her feet had grown as well to support it.

"I have always been this way... Haven't I?"

She turned her back to the mirror, glancing over her shoulder with a pout on her lips, her back exploded, delts, lats, and traps bulging with power that she never knew she had. The fur that covered feminine curves softened the look of masculine strength. It was as if she was formed from an ideal image in her mind. An image she had never really known was there.

"This is what you wanted... This is who you are."

The voice in her head was hers, but it seemed throatier, deeper.

"You've always been like this; big, and strong. You are a cigar-chomping, muscle bound, independent woman. More powerful than any man in your life."

Her sandy green eyes lit up with delight as she drank in the sight of herself. Her body had become the perfect mix of beauty and strength. From her soft cheeks, and full lips, to the enormous muscles that rested under the surface she was her own ideal. The sudden growth was ignored. The changes had never happened because that is always how it was. Her mind accepted all of this as common knowledge. Only her world changed but that is the only one that mattered.

Aleksandra Karnivosa is a big bad bitch.

And she didn't care who knew it. She gave herself a cheeky wink and ran her tongue over her teeth, the cigar and scotch lingering. She growled amorously as her senses were flooded once again. The fire in her belly surged across her form, and rushed suddenly downwards.

Her eyes snapped shut as the heat that had raced across her body before was now suddenly focused entirely in her loins, and it brought her to her knees. Dampness ran down her thighs as her pussy began to ache in a way she had never known before. She reached down to attempt to relieve herself once more, but just above her pussy she felt something pulse, something else was coming. Growing there between her thighs, each heavy breath and pulse punctuated by lusty moan. She bit her lip in anticipation, leaning back on one paw as her hips began thrusting of their own accord. She closed her eyes again and her world swam with images.

The bear girl, that glistening pussy just aching... The vixen, her cunt so hungry... That bull, just begging to be dominated... Angela's sweet lips wrapped around a fat cigar, and then something far more lewd... Each thought caused her frustration. She couldn't give them what they needed. What they desired.

"Yes, you can." That voice came again. Confident. Strong. It was her voice.

Her eyes grew wide as she clenched the spire that erupted above her slit; each panting breath filled her paw with more flesh. Her paw stroked the length of her maleness with eager fingertips, instantly familiar with each vein. Lily soft pads traced the underside. Every inch of her cock ingrained into her mind. From sheath to bulbous head it was hers. Below her rod, a churning ball sack swung back, and slapped against her pussy. Heavy and pendulous, the orbs each of obscene size and aching for release. Bringing her to heights she had never known, but would never forget again. The cock stood proudly between her legs, a foot or more long, and several inches thick, her massive paw could barely wrap around the dark flesh now. The stalk she cradled in her paw, stroking faster and faster, was the biggest one she had ever seen.

"Of course it is Aleks. You're the most well hung woman you know." Well duh, of course she was. She wouldn't be her without her titanic girl-dick.

With a roar that rattled the windows of the study, Aleksandra finally exploded. For the first time, but she didn't know that anymore. Or maybe she just didn't care anymore. Her paw kept pumping, squeezing the length as rope after rope shot from the tip and spattered against the mirror. Hazel orbs rolled back in her head, and her tongue lolled from her muzzle as she finished what felt like ages later, her thighs thick with the honey that drooled from her pussy, and the cloudy strands of cum ran down the mirror, spattered across and dripping to the floor. As she looked at herself, her dick slowly growing soft in her paw, she smiled broadly.

"Mmm... That's it." She licked her finger tips of stray juices rumbling to herself in appreciation. "I'll have to remember to clean that off before Dad gets home. He'll be pissed if I leave a mess in here." Aleks laughed nonchalantly as she stood up and stretched, rippling muscles rolling and joints popping softly in reply. On the desk her phone had lit up with a new message, bringing her back down to Earth. She pulled a fresh cigar from her humidor, and nipped the tip off with her teeth, spitting it into the trash can before picking up the phone.

'B there n 20 girl! Cant wait 2 see u!'

Aleksandra smiled around the cigar as she lights it with a practiced paw, a smoker for years.

'See you soon Angie! We're going to have a blast tonight!'

The bear took a cheek hollowing drag, and several rings billow to the ceiling as she exhales.

"Should probably clean up a bit... Don't need Angie to get all bent out of shape for being naked and dirty." She finished off her scotch with long sip, and headed to the door of the study, smoke trailing behind as she moved slowly to the bathroom for a shower, and maybe another quick go round. The head of her cock peeked up from the sheath was given a little squeeze by her free paw.

"Probably a good idea... Don't want to be too excited around Angie..." Aleks clenched the cigar firmly between her teeth, causing the tip to flare brightly in response with each draw. Her lips spread in a smile that split her broad muzzle from cheek to cheek showing off predatory teeth as, unbidden, visions of Angie came to her. The doe flexing, moaning, begging, each image so very needy and wreathed in smoke.

"She's such a delicate little flower."

Slowly her finger curls around the cigar removing it from her maw, eyes focusing on the smoke that curls from the end of the stogie.

"We'll see how long that lasts."