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I gather up my courage and push down the feelings of shame burning in my chest and reddening my cheeks that peek out of the head of this costume. I am doing this all for him. His heartbroken sullen state has truly crushed me. He deserves his Bobo more than anyone on this planet deserves anything.
I step up to the lacquered mahogany door, and turn the brass door knob.
'Here's something that should cheer you up, sir.' I don't give myself the time to process his expression as he turns to me. I run at his tall-backed leather armchair that he often sits and broods in.
How often I've presented him his newspaper in the morning, as he has sat in this grand armchair, staring into the crackling flames of the fireplace. How often I've wanted to be granted just a single peek, even just a momentary one, into his beautiful mind. How often I've ached to sit on his lap in that very armchair.
I run up towards him, the paws of my soft teddy costume padding across the hardwood floor with every step I take.
'It's me sir, Bobo!' I dance, hoping to evoke the joyful childhood memories that I know he longs for. His face of shock mixed with a hint of what I hope is delight spurs me on.
'Hug me, squeeze me, tug at my fur,' I wiggle the small little soft tail that hangs from my bottom, and boldly pull myself onto his lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, using the other to place his hand onto my fur-clad thigh. I feel my cheeks redden even more, my heart racing even faster.
'What is the meaning of this?' The tinge of anger and confusion in his voice penetrates through to my core, feeling the twinge of shame burn inside even more. Have I made a mistake? Will Mr Burns see this as insubordination and mockery, rather than the actions of a desperately love-sick man willing to do anything to put a smile on his face?
I notice he hasn't removed his hand from my thigh, but rather has gripped it harder. He hasn't pushed me off, and I see a shadow of a smirk crossing his face.
'I-... Bahahaha! Very good, Smithers! I can't say that I ever expected this, but I must say, you've certainly brought a smile to my face in this trying time,' Mr Burns smiles at me, looking up at my soft little bear ears. I specifically bought this soft brown teddybear costume, basing it on the one picture I had of Bobo, just to keep him distracted while my hired investigation team turns Springfield upside-down in search of his lost childhood toy.
'That's all I'd ever hoped for, sir.' I smile back, looking into his eyes. Once, long ago, they struck me as harsh and icy, but now I see the ever-enticing power and calculation that oft stirs desire within me when I picture them late at night in bed. He is all I ever think about, all I desire.
I watch his gaze, as he looks over me in my costume. I playfully reach up and wiggle my little ears, and smile, and watch his gaze fall to my thighs. The furry suit barely fit them, as I had recently been working out and developing them. My itching endless desire had often left me restless and frustrated, especially recently, so pouring myself into fitness had been my escape. Of course there was no escape from what I felt for Monty, but it was getting harder to bear to spend all day with him and being refused a caress, a kiss, or just even a gentle touch. I have had my fair share of men, but they were often hiding their desires too, even if in a different way. It was awful to enter a man's bed knowing you'd be craving another the whole time, and even worse knowing he had a woman at home thinking he was all for her. It hurt me, and I hated it, but I had little choice. Men like me who hide what they are have little choice.
I break away from my thoughts, and slowly begin to pull myself off of his slender but firm thighs, but before I get too far, I feel the slender beautiful hand wrapped around my thigh pull me closer to him. My heart soars for a moment, before it check it and put it back in it's place.
'Now where did you get this costume, hm?' He purrs gently, eyes looking playful as he slides his hand gently up and down my thigh. He smoothly runs his hand over my upper arm, squeezing ever so slightly, slight enough to make me question if my desire-addled mind had imagined it. I feel every movement travel straight to my core, where I hope and pray the fluff is covering his effect on me.
'I-... I bought it in Shelbyville, sir. A small costume shop that I had make in in the style of Bobo. D-do you like it?' I can't stop the shake in my voice. I see that enticing flicker of power come alive at the sound of my wobbling voice. He loves to see me like this, and I love to play any role he wants me in.
'Why, Bobo, I am so very happy to have you back in my arms!' He says as he squeezes my waist to him with his strong yet elegant hand and shamelessly rubs my fur costume all over with his other hand. A soft stifled groan escapes my mouth, as he does this, and that flicker of power comes alive once again.
'What shall I do with you first, Bobo? Hm? Squeeze you like old times?,' He squeezes me once again. 'Kiss you, like I used to?' He presses a playful kiss to the cheek of the costume, deliberately avoiding my burning red cheeks, watching me squirm as he does. 'Or shall I take you to bed, like I did as a young boy? Hm?' He raises his eyebrows and smirks at my inability to respond to him. I can't believe my ears, and my heart races as I watch his lips in anticipation. I wish he'd press them to my skin, not this stupid costume.
'Well, I think taking you to bed sounds good, don't you, my sweet Bobo? It's getting so late, and why, I think I'll need a my soft baby Bobo to hold and comfort me through the night.' He grips my waist, guiding me to stand as he stands with me. I follow his lead with pleasure, savouring every touch, every smirk, allowing myself to feel everything he makes me feel. He glances down for a second, seeing clearly my desire poking out in the soft brown fur, and grabs my hand into his and pulls me into his grand bedchamber.