David wasn't one to normally look up a woman's dress, especially not one who was a bear and hundreds of feet tall. But this was an exception. It was darker under the dress the further up he looked but light managed to filter in through the thick layers of material. It was almost like being in a huge tent . The air smelled differently too, the sent of Bear where there wasn't much airflow. It wasn't unpleasant nor overbearing but noticeable. The legs were thick, even under all that heavy fur he could see muscle ripple underneath as she stood there. She did wear underwear, or at least undergarments. He'd seen women wear that kind in old photos but his mind was a blank as to what they were called.
Suddenly she began to turn, her foot rose and swung over David raining down dust and debris. It came back down close to him causing an impact tremor powerful enough to knock him off his feet. He scrambled to his feet and sighed a breath of relief. That had been too close. It had been exciting , all the same. He wanted to be close to her, to go where she would go. To do that he would need to hitch a ride. So, which way then, climb the outside of the dress, or up one of those furry legs? Climbing the dress would be harder but he'd get higher, where as climbing a leg would take him up only as far as her underwear, and possibly what lay beyond.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.14 seconds at 11:58pm on Feb 08, 2025 via server WEBX1.