"Love and Burdens"

The hour was late by the time Fosty returned home. So late that some might have even called it early, the night more than half done if the exhausted Nimbat's reckoning was any judge. His small grey furred form settled down to the pavement with one last flap of his wings, his short crown of hair tousled by the cool wind. And settled gratefully too. Every inch of him ached, his body fatigued from his long struggle to save the cosmos, his remaining kin and mortals alike. A battle that had lasted long beyond the time that had passed since he left this realm for the wide spaces that lay between the universe.

How lucky was he then to have a place to call home? It was luxury he long thought he would pass the long years of his life without, forever moving from place to place. That was before he had met Carita of course, the love he felt for her urging him to settle down. How quickly those years had flown. One? Two? Three? Was it three years since they had first met? He couldn't remember, the time having flown by.

'I'm home.' Fosty called out on instinct despite the silence of the house around him. Often Carita wasn't home when he arrived, her own calling often keeping her out later than he. She was confined to the time of this realm after all. It had been for that reason she had given him his own set of keys. A touching gesture that this really was his home as well as hers. Which wasn't to say he didn't feel lucky.

Certainly he was lucky to have a home in the centre of the city. Old laws died hard it seems; especially the one that said small mammals without other accommodation must reside in the communes on the outskirts. Having been born in the city Carita was afforded certain extra privileges. It was funny when they first met how surprised he was to meet someone similar in height to him, Carita perhaps a few inches taller. Maybe that was part of her powers as the Goddess of Love, being able to alter her form to match the one she wanted to be with.

More than once he had felt it was the Universe that had brought them together, some reward for all the service that he and other Lightdwellers had given down the generations. For she was, while not a Lightdweller, almost a kindred spirit to him. And yet more than that, a guiding star in the darkness for him, a light to guide him where he cannot see a path.

Those thoughts along with his aching legs had carried him upstairs, his wings too tired now to even think about making that small journey. The one plus side was that his tiredness might be enough to overcome his sound induced insomnia. For a being such as his with his sensitive hearing even the regular sounds of the city can be such as to disturb his sleep, to the point he often has to resort to using cotton balls to aid his slumber; regular ear plugs proving too harsh on his sensitive ears. Somehow he found the strength to strip his thick winter flannel shirt and comfy jeans to leave him standing only a red bikini bottom. It was such a relief to strip down to such comfortable clothing after such a long day. Even if he was absent his traditional colour, the one Carita always said was his iconic look. He would have worn one of his traditional blue if he could, sadly they were all still in the laundry hamper leaving him having to fall back on a red pair.

Feeling the ache in his muscles again, Fosty eased himself into bed with a half sigh, half groan; his mind drifting towards Carita and their future together. He always tries his best to make her the centre of his world when they share any time together, be that a date or not. Yet balancing his love life and his duty is hard. So hard sometimes that he often feels a growing gnawing fear that one day will come when their relationship will fail. And that thought terrifies him more than any evil he has faced.
Trying his best to push away those thoughts and fears, Fosty offered a silent prayer to the Universe before he slipped into a fitful and troubled sleep.

The darkness and stillness of the house was broken by a flash of light, the pink glow faded as quickly as it had appeared. Normally Carita didn't return home by teleportation but since she lent Fosty her keys she was left with no other option that wouldn't disturb him if he was sleeping. Which he likely was.

Carita's eyes fell on the keys resting on the table by the door, a sure sign that her cute lover had returned. Carefully and quietly Carita crept upstairs and into the bedroom where sure enough her darling Nimbat was sleeping. At first she couldn't help smiling at the way he slept with the blankets tucked cutely under his chin, his wings wrapped around him as a living blanket all his own. But as she watched she felt something wrong, some dark despair looming over her poor cutie that she could sense but not understand the meaning of. Which didn't stop her wondering what troubled him as she gently lay a hand on his shoulder, soothing him with that and her sweetly whispered kindnesses in his ear. 'I love you my dear Fosty. And I always will. And support you no matter what.'

She had no idea if he would truly hear or even remember her words, yet they seemed to do the trick. Despite no outward change in his manner, she felt his thoughts and dreams still and become peaceful. Carita made a silent note to ask him what troubles him when he awakes. For now she was just relieved that whatever prayer he made had been answered.

Carita allowed herself a glance out of the window to where the moon sat guarded by brilliant constellations of twinkling stars. It was funny. Before she met Fosty she barely noticed any starlight, the light pollution from the city drowning out the tiny pinpoint stars. But now anytime she looks out at the night sky they are always clearly visible despite the brightness of the moon or any artificial light. Is this just a change in her? Had they always been there and it had taken Fosty's love to help her see them clearly?

Carita found no answers to that question as she stared at the moonlight; moonlight that was likely the same night and the same hour at which they had kissed underneath the moonlight. Unbidden but not unwelcome that memory arose and surrounded Carita. She would never forget that kiss. She loved his kissing, the way they could share so much without even uttering a word.

Tempting as it was to stay in the memory Carita needed sleep herself. So with great care as not to wake her lover, Carita eased the blankets away from his sleeping form; a smile gracing her face as she noticed the red bikini snug around his cute form.

Blue was always his favourite colour so it was a pleasing surprise to see him sporting a different colour. As she looked she couldn't help her gaze being drawn to the bulge in his bikini. She always loved the way a bikini looked so perfect on him. Of course she loved everything he wore but this was the one she found herself the most attracted to. Perhaps it was the intimate nature of it, the fact that she was the only one he trusted to show that too. Or perhaps it was simply the way it hugged his cute frame so tightly.

Gripped by a strange instinct Carita slipped away from the bed and into the bathroom where she glanced over herself in the full length mirror, seeing the blush she had felt rise in her cheeks.

As usual Carita was clad in her 'Cupid Outfit' that befitted her role as a Goddess of Love, this time with the panties and bra in a subtle purple instead of the usual white with the frills. Fosty always said that if she ever chose a colour besides pink purple would look good on her. Of course she had a feeling he would like anything she wore in Lycra. Despite herself Carita found her mind stray back to her lover's beautiful and cute bikini bulge, remembering with a sweet shy smile the first time they had been intimate together. They had barely known each other and yet in that moment had become lovers, sharing that first sweet moment of passion as she rubbed her panty covered crotch against his bikini wrapped bulge.

Fosty had told her once he had debated if he would have preferred to caress and fondle her softly, or even nuzzle, kiss and then lick the crotch of her panties. Yet he had confessed now we would not have it any other way than how they slowly frotted and ground against each other. He also, it seemed to her, risked asking if she found it boring. When she said she didn't his face lit up in joy, shyly admitting that he loved the way they could slowly move together as he watched her face shine with sweet blushing pleasure.

So caught up in those erotic memories was a Carita that she was almost tempted to stroke and caress her panties right here and now, guided by the sweet fantasy of her and her lover grinding their increasingly wet underwear together until the air around them was filled with soft squelchy sounds of wet cloth covered crotches rubbing together. This was so strange for her. Usually it was her who satiated her lover's fantasies with that intimate act but now it seemed the tables might have been turned towards her turn to enjoy that moment. Maybe it was just the sweet kisses they shared as they rubbed their undergarment clad crotches together that made it the perfect romantic activity for them as a couple. Or it was just a side effect of her love for Fosty that she loved what made him happy.

Carefully Carita looked down at her soaked crotch, careful not to touch herself. She didn't want to come yet. Not until she had shared this secret thoughts with Fosty. Which would have to wait until morning. She just hoped she didn't come in her sleep. Blushing at that naughty thought, Carita eased herself into the bed and was asleep in seconds.

Morning came, the bright warming sunlight drawing Fosty from sleep with a soft yawn, his nose twitching to the smell of hot tea. Some fruity antioxidant rich brew unless his nose deceived him. Slipping from his bed, pausing only to change into his favourite blue bikini that now thankfully was dry the delicate Nimbat made his way downstairs to see Carita already awake and them some tea.

Fosty noted with a swell of happiness that she was using the cups he had brought her for their anniversary last year. Swallowing the lump that rose in his throat, Fosty let a smile rise on his face as Carita turned towards him with a smile of her own.

'Good morning. I hope you slept well. You seemed exhausted last night so I wanted to have your favourite ready for you when you awoke.'

Had he not already been deeply touched by her gesture, this would have done the trick. Where she had managed to find some cranberry tea he had no idea, the fresh berries it required often scarce during autumn. Usually he had to make do with his second favourite, warmed cranberry juice mixed with others, as a fallback. It was good but no substitute for the real thing.

While he mused Carita had used the few minutes of silence to remove the teabags from the cups, chuck them in the trash and carry the still steaming tea over to the table where Fosty joined her, taking his cup hesitantly as he cleared his throat. 'A toast..to us..I know we've not been together that long but I hope that our love will last a long time.'

'I'll drink to that.' Carita replied, her smile not faltering despite a sudden flash of insight as to what might have been bothering her lover last night. While it was a little strange to make a toast with tea, that didn't stop them both taking a gentle sip so as not to burn their to their tongues from the hot liquid.

'You know..you can tell me if there is something bothering you.' Carita asked, watching the sudden switch of Fosty's expression. It was obvious to her now that there was something wrong and that he was wrestling with the question of if he should tell her. Not wanting to push him, Carita simply waited until he was ready to speak.

'I'm..it's just...I worry I'm not spending enough time with you.' Fosty said with a sigh. 'I just spend so much time helping all the worlds and so little with you. I suppose I'm afraid it will sour our relationship if I don't do my best to be there for you as well.'

'Have you really been worried about this?' Carita asked with a soothing smile. 'You really are so very sweet. Remember that I too am busy with my duty. It's a full time job using my abilities to help people find and fall in love regardless of race, gender and sexual orientation. Society clashes so much over what is right and wrong that it makes my job that much harder. Yet I know that we are both fighting for what is right. Just like I know we will both be there for each other in our time of need. It's not about how much time we spend together but what we do with it.'

That seemed to sooth Fosty, the concerns that had darkened his face as they lapsed into meaningless and frivolous conversation, pausing only to take little sips of the tea until the cups were drained. Draining the last sweet drops of his tea, Fosty suddenly couldn't help noticing how Carita was glancing from him to the empty cup and back to him again.

'Seems I'm not the only one troubled by something.' Fosty said gently. 'You know you can tell me anything.'

'I know..but..well...you see.' Carita hesitated as if building up the courage to say what she had been thinking. 'One of my powers is to change into different species. So..I could possibly change into a Nimbat..like you..if you wanted me too. It's a silly idea. I don't see why you would want me to look different or anything.'

'Oh? Really?' Fosty allowed himself a grin. 'Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?'

'Well...' Carita faltered, her cheeks tinged with such a blush he wouldn't have been surprised if steam began leaking from her ears. '...there is something. Kinda a side effect of my..well..orgasm. If I don't hold back and just let go I can have a gigantic orgasm. I mean gigantic. It's not something I do that often though.'

'Why not?' Fosty asked softly. 'Sounds like fun to me.'

'Well...it is. But it kinda means I have to really let go..which means I have a huge release of my...juices. Which also gives me the ability to have multiple orgasms almost to the point I can't take it anymore. I haven't done that with you though, not even for our first time, because I wasn't sure you would enjoy that.'

Fosty allowed her a second to regain her composure before he leaned over the table to gently take her hands in his. 'I can't deny you'd look pretty cute as a Nimbat. You are beautiful the way you are though. I love everything about you. Your pretty face. Your perfect feminine body, especially in your usual outfit is what attracted me the most. Particularly your cute panties and bra. It suits you so well and captures your beauty in the most perfect way. And...it's completely okay with me that you can have an enormous multigasm as many times as you like. I don't mind that at all.'

Now it was Fosty's turn to blush, that reaction only growing more pronounced as his mind began to reel with some of his fantasies, feeling a tingle rise in his crotch with it. Shyly he raised his head to see Carita smiling at him lovingly as she rose and walked towards him. So real was the vision that he completely forgot for a second that it was just a fantasy. Entranced was he in that moment by her gorgeous beauty, he couldn't tell if he was shrinking or her growing or he was just seeing some optical illusion of her walking towards him. It really didn't matter which, Carita just walking closer and closer with a smile on his face. Such a warm smile that Fosty couldn't help wonder if she really wanted to do this rather than just indulge the single erotic kink guaranteed to get him aroused. Or would have had his eyes not been locked on her purple panty covered crotch as she got closer and closer, right up to the position not where her crotch "swallowed" up him sight to the point where everything went black, almost convinced he could both hear and feel moist clothed crotch squelches with each step she took.

When he finally returned from his dazed senses he couldn't help noticing with a deep blush that his bulge had become fully erect even as it sat concealed within his bikini, seeming to throb in longing to feel her panty covered crotch against him.

'I..I'm sorry.' Fosty whimpered shyly, suddenly feeling the need to apologise for the naughty thoughts that filled his head. Or tried too, suddenly trailing of as audible squelches of damp cloth reached his ears. Suddenly wide eyed, Fosty couldn't help staring as Carita clutched to the fabric covered swell of her breasts while her free hand fondled her panty covered crotch, her feminine juices making a puddle onto her chair so big that it nearly spilled onto the floor below her.

'What were you thinking about.' Carita almost gasped, her keen senses having detected his drift into fantasyland. Shy though he suddenly felt, Fosty swallowed the lump in his throat before recounting his fantasy to her.

'Oh?' Carita teased softly. 'Funny....I was thinking of the same thing.' That was true, her mind filled with images of him growing as he walked towards her until his bulge consumed all of her sight. The image being so hot she couldn't help groping herself.

Both she and Fosty blushed again as she now walked towards him for real, her hand still covered in the juices from her soaked panties. Despite being utterly drenched their was not even the slightest hint of camel toe; Carita only allowing that to show when she wanted to grind against his bikini.

'I..I..can't wait any longer.' Carita whimpered in a voice full of need. 'I want to hump you now, to rub my crotch against you as we cum together romantically. To feel your bulged wet underwear against mine.'

Aren't you bored of that? Fosty asked, daring to voice his silent fear.

'Never.' Carita replied so quickly he didn't have time to even contemplate how he might feel if she replied differently. 'I'd never get tired of something you love so much. It is your favourite kink after all. I love doing that with you.'

Fosty felt his ears droop cutely in sheer relief. 'I don't deserve you really. I don't know where I would be if you weren't part of my life. So thank you.'

'I think I'm the one who should be thanking you.' Carita said with a soft caress of his cheek, her fingers grazing his chin. 'I love you so much and I love that you've come to accept me. I will support you no matter what, through thick and thin.'

Whatever reply Fosty had in mind for that died as tears welled up in his eyes. Not tears of sadness but more ones of pure joy that couldn't be expressed through words. Those tears still sat hot on his cheeks as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. Carita gasped suddenly, that sound quickly turned to a moan of pure pleasure as she held him gently.

The pair stayed embraced together, soft shared moans filling the living room as they continued the deep and passionate kiss for what felt like an age. Fosty broke he kiss for just a moment, drawing in a shaky breath as Carita seized the moment.

'You really are a good kisser.' Carita whispered gently. 'I could just kiss you all day. I love nothing more then kissing you as we rub together until we cum and soak our intimate clothes with our sweet intimate reproductive juices.'

Fosty grinned shyly at that, about to act on the unspoken invitation when before he could move Carita did just what he was thinking and swept him up into her arms and carried him upstairs. 'I know what you want. I wouldn't be much of a girlfriend or goddess of love if I didn't. And I want you to relax. I will do all the work today. All you have to do is enjoy.'

Touched and pleasantly surprised, Fosty just nodded with a blush, his mind turning to thoughts of the moment to come. Carita seemed in no hurry though, carrying him with sweet romantic care up their bedroom and bed alike, easing him down so that his head rested comfortably on the pillows. After sure he was completely comfortable Carita slipped onto the bed with him, crawling towards him a little before easing his legs apart with a gentle touch of both hands.

Fosty for his part allowed himself a deep gasp, his eyes drawn to the crotch of Carita's panties which were already soaked to a much deeper purple hew, her juices almost dripping like a leaky faucet onto his blue bikini. He almost came right there but was somehow able to contain himself.

'Everything is going to be okay.' Carita whispered sweetly. 'I promise my love. Promise with all of my being and power.'

Fosty gasped again as he took the meaning of that. It was almost like she was promising to sacrifice a piece of her self to make that promise. Before he could even think about responding to that Carita placed her dripping soaked crotch against his bikini covered bulge, slowly easing herself closer and closer to him.

Neither of them could miss the erotically loud squelches from each stroke of her clothed crotch against his, Fosty letting out cute pleasured moans he couldn't hope to contain. Trembling with excitement and arousal his hands sunk into the soft fabric of her "Cupid Outfit" that covered her soft hips, watching enthralled as his Goddess loved him with her mind, soul, wisdom and erotic underwear crotch grinds.

Unable to draw his eyes away from her clothed covered frots, Fosty saw her camel-toe-less panties now became visible simply from the way she moved her hips to rub against his bikini. Seeing how each slow gentle humping stroke from her clothed groin unleashed more of her juices with each squelch from her crotch Fosty couldn't help his bulge become fully get still concealingly aroused from her soaked, dripping and squelchy panty crotch grinds as he himself began to spurt a little bit of precinct through his bikini.

'Ca..Carita.' Fosty breathed deeply. 'My Goddess...Carita.'

Carita didn't respond beyond a soft smile, not stopping her grinding for an instant, just slowing. She could tell he was close but wanted him to last a little longer. 'Shhh...it's okay. Relax. Just hold it. Don't cum yet. We can both cum as long as we like when I cum. If we get it right, my multiple orgasms will make you multigasm as well. You can shoot your cute Nimbat semen as often as you like.'

Fosty nodded shakily, his whole body trembling. She hadn't mentioned that earlier but he had to admit he liked the sound of it very much. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.' Carita smiled, not easing away from him as she guided him up to a seated position with his back and head supported by the pillows she slipped behind him. With his legs fully spread, Carita kissed him deeply and passionately her lips parted by a moan as with one stroke she cums against him, her panties soaked by the flood of girl cum that drenched not his bikini but the bed around him as well. She ground deeply against him as her crotch made loud, squelchy noise more as her camel-toe squirts through with every grind onto Fosty's bulge.

Overwhelmed by erotic sights and feelings and the presence of his sweet girlfriend,
Fosty moaned into the kiss as he came through his throbbing bikini bulge, what started as a thick ooze before he built up to making ropes of Nimbat cum with ease, their underwear continuing to squelch together as they kissed more deeply within their ecstasy.

While his orgasm wasn't as powerful as Carita's massive multiple orgasm, that couldn't have mattered less to him. All he knew that every erotic squelch of her endless gushing of her purple underwear covered crotch told him she loved him more than he could possibly count.

Just like he came more times than he could count, Carita moving with him until Fosty had drained all of his juices away, his bikini and her panties soaked in her cum and his jizz alike. Sensing he was done Carita broke the kiss with a smile and a blush.

'Did you enjoy that my love?'

Fosty could only nod in reply as he blushed deeply in return, especially as Carita snuggled close to him, teasing him with a few more orgasmic rubs of her squelchy crotch against them both as they both gasped. Squirting a few more times against Fosty with each of those undie humps, Carita kissed his forehead before easing away from him to settle next to him on the bed.

'Are you sure you want to do this every time we are intimate with each other?' Fosty asked carefully.

'You don't need to worry about that.' Carita soothed with a smile. 'I know you treat me with respect at all times because you see me as a person not an object of lust. And I know you are precious to me. Because without you, my world, all the worlds, wouldn't survive the corruption of the darkness that has been around them for all this long time.'

'Well.. I can still help you clean this up.' Fosty glanced at the sheets still soaked with the huge patch of Carita's juices mixed no doubt with a little bit of his cum.

'No need for that.' Carita produced her wand and with a quick flourish he felt the bed begin to dry beneath him. 'You don't become a Goddess of Love without a few spells for this occasion too.'

'Does this work on..oh..it does.' Fosty grinned as he felt the cum stains and clinging juices vanish from their clothes as well. 'Looks like you are a domestic goddess too.'

'That I am. Can't beat a little magic washing.' Carita grinned. 'We really need to get you some more blue bikinis though. Can't have it be that is the only one you have.'

'I like the sound of that.' Fosty slipped out of bed to redress in his flannel shirt and jeans before noticing that Carita made no move to change herself.

'Aren't you going to put on a skirt? You might attract some attention dressed like that.'

'Nope. Most people don't pay attention to what I wear. My magic makes them automatically look away and pay me very little attention. If I really wanted to wear something like that, it would be my choice alone.'

'I guess I alone notice it because of my love for you.' Fosty grinned as he took her hand in his tenderly, Carita nodding and smiling as she raised her wand in the other to teleport them swiftly to the nearest clothing store without anyone really paying them the slightest bit of attention.

END.