Being the Bear

Seconds and thirds having been consumed, along with additional beers, the friskiness had resumed, both on the blankets and on the picnic table. Vic looked over at Rick, who was laughing and kidding with the others but not actively taking part in the sexual horseplay.

Boris stood up, brushing crumbs from his chest fur. "And now, I think it's play time. With so much young blood around, I am beginning to feel we are being ignored, don't you? Shall we show them how it's done?"

Vic grinned with eager lust. "Why not? Can't let the young'uns have all the fun, now, can we?" The two headed towards the picnic table where Rusty was taking everything Moose could give him. The crowd of bears were growling with pleasure, watching the pair's sweaty coupling.

"What all y'all really need is a sling," Larry said. His paw was fondling Snake's butt and Snake was watching intently as Moose's monster vanished in Rusty's furry ass. Rusty was on his back on the table, and Moose was jacking him with one paw, while he worked one of his nips with the other. His eyes rolled back in his head and he shouted as he shot deep in his lover's ass. Rusty squirmed and wriggled as he was loaded.

"Nah... slings are for lazy fuckers," Vic said scratching the healing scar on the back of his head absently.

Larry gave him a look. "An' jus' what do you have down in that changin' room of yours? You an' me have both had ourselves a turn or two in it over the years."

"I didn't say I wasn't a lazy fucker..." he said with a mischievous grin, "I'm just not today." Vic stepped up next to Moose and tapping him on the shoulder. "Can I have the next dance?" Moose looked at Vic, his breath rasping, sweat pouring off his face and chest.

"If it's OK with Rusty." He looked down. Rusty nodded, squeezing Moose's paw with his hand. Vic stepped up to the plate, centered and drove in with one vigorous thrust that scooted Rusty partly across the table and made the bear yelp in appreciation.

"Yeah!" Rusty's eyes rolled back. Vic grabbed his thick legs and hauled him back to the edge of the table and began a thorough job of pounding the strawberry blond bear's hairy ass.

"Damn, son, you've sure gotten furry! That cock of yours is some sight, too. You like showin' it off for us, don'tcha? Moose musta been fuckin' you regular, filling you up with bear seed from that fuckin' telephone pole of his."

Vic continued pounding Rusty's rear, all the while talking dirty to him, hunched over him, giving no quarter. Rusty loved every minute of it, knowing that Vic was playing this role just for him, tapping into the exhibitionist streak that was usually buried in Rusty's personality. Up till now, only Moose had mined that particular vein; now, Vic was making it public. Vic's muscular furry butt and muscular thighs bunched and clenched as he drove his cock deep into Rusty's cum-filled tunnel. Vic looked over at Moose.

"Man, your cum makes damn fine lube... nice and silky smooth." He turned back to Rusty. "Ready, man? " Rusty nodded. "Here comes! Gonna fill that bear ass of yours, son. You'll have plenty of lube in there, fucker!"

Moose came up behind Vic and clamped his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and rolling them. Vic growled out, "I'm gonna shoot!" Moose continued working Vic's tits and added to it by biting Vic's hairy shoulder; with that, Vic trembled and jerked spasmodically as he shot his thick load into Rusty's waiting ass. It looked like Vic would never stop pumping Rusty's chute, but eventually he withdrew the slick, glistening fuckpole, red and still swollen, from Rusty's rear.

Moose kissed the blond bear's neck and released him, patting his furry butt.

Vic reached out and grabbed Boris's arm and hauled him over. "You game, you Russkie bear fucker?"

Boris, far from being offended at Vic's abrupt invitation, scrambled up on the table as Rusty made room for him. Vic greased his bloated pole again as Boris put his heavy legs up on the blond bear's shoulders.

Vic grinned evilly. "Let's kick this up a notch, OK? Change with me."

Both bears began to metamorphose into full bear form. Each became a magnificent specimen of bear flesh; torsos, legs, arms, heads transforming before the eager gaze of the others. The table groaned with the additional weight but held. Vic toyed with Boris's hole, popping the flattened head of his bearcock in and out. Boris growled out a command, and all but Snake could understand that he had said the ursine equivalent of 'Fuck me, dammit!'. Even Snake got the gist of it when Vic nodded and sheathed his meat in Boris's ass.

Boris's cock, that had been half extend from his sheath, was now fully engorged and a fat blob of precum was jolted out by Vic's sudden intrusion. Boris's growls and vocalizations seemed to add to Vic's intensity. He was hunched over Boris, his belly nearly rubbing the Russian bear's cock, thrusting faster and faster into the big bear's body. Each impact sent waves rippling up the sides of the bear under him. The precum flowed steadily out of Boris's cock, making his belly slick and shiny. Vic's heaving gut rubbed against Boris's rigid pole and compressed his ball sack. Boris thrust upward, matching Vic's pounding thrusts.

The crescendos of growls, expressions of ursine delight and the scent of bearsex increased the sexual interest of the others. Watching was fun but not nearly enough for the others. The sensual stimuli combined to excite the libidos of the others and within moments, desire flared. Couples and triples formed, kissing, fondling and groping. An almost crazed lust overtook them, the passionate need to couple with their own kind, to be with and in each other, to link and to bond, drove the bears into increasingly tight groupings. Vic roared thunderously, accompanied by Boris' growls of pleasure as they orgasmed together; but neither were much noticed by the group of horny bears by this time involved with their own pleasure. Eventually, all but Boris and Vic were in one huge bearpile, spent, covered in cum, holding and stroking each other tenderly as they each came down from their sexual highs.

Vic pulled out of Boris, his meat still rigid thanks to the internal penis bone that always formed in full bear shape. Boris had shot all over himself and was rubbing it into his fur with his huge paws. They both lumbered upright and quickly changed back into human form. Vic hugged Boris and the two stepped around the bearpile and made their way into the water.

"Guess we showed them, eh, old man?" Vic chuckled.

Boris laughed. "That we did. I don't think that picnic table will ever be the same, though. I must remind Robert to build the next ones more sturdily and to add at least one more."

The others in the pile slowly disengaged, some looking a bit dazed still.

"Wow... that was something," Rick said. Snake nodded. The two had been avoiding each other for the most part, but the bearpile had brought them together, at least temporarily.

"It's good to let the bear out sometimes, no?" René said, giving Larry a hug.

Larry hugged back and gave the French Canadian bear a friendly grope. "You got that right, bro!"

"You know, I never thought of it, but fucking's thirsty work," Mitch said, "any more beer in the cooler?"

Walt bent over one of the coolers and opened it.

"Now, that's what I call a pretty sight!" Moose said, appreciatively.

"And I'm lucky enough to get to see it every day!" Mitch agreed.

"Plenty left in this one... who wants one"? Walt asked, straightening up, two bottles in each paw.

The rest of the afternoon passed in easy conversation, some naps and some more friendly coupling, this time with less intensity as they were all more or less sated. The new bears had cemented clan relationships between themselves and their elders and the bonds of family were strengthened by it. They'd all become closer to each other since their arrival at Boris and Robert's place weeks ago.

Rick was laying back on one of the blankets. Robert held him from behind, running his hairy hands through the younger bear's chest hair. Rick reflected on the afternoon as he watched the others play wrestle, nuzzle and kiss and horse around in the water, 'This,' he thought, 'is the way weres are supposed to be.'

"I wish Sebastian could have seen this," he said softly.

Robert kissed his neck, "Why do you say that?"

"Because, maybe it would have changed him; maybe he would have finally understood." He reached behind with one arm and hugged Robert.

"Maybe..." Robert said and kissed the young bear on the top of his head, smiling to himself.

The sun was beginning to drop below the tree line, and the shadows lengthened. Feeling the need to clean off, most of the others headed back into the pond of a rinse off and some final friskiness before they all headed back to Boris's house.

Boris leaned back, Vic's head pillowed on his belly. He sighed and looked off across the pond, enjoying the sight of his bear buddies playing in the water. Vic nodded in their direction.

"All this yours, Boris?"

"Yes. I was able to buy it a few years ago when the man who inherited it decided he didn't want to forsake the temptations of Montreal night life and decided to sell it. A friend alerted me that it was going on the market, and I quickly put in an offer." Boris idly thumbed one of Vic's nipples.

"I envy you the land and space, man. Tahoe is getting way too crowded. Developers are everywhere."

Boris nodded. "That was my primary concern in buying the extra land. If development ever reaches here, it will be well beyond my sight and hearing. The privacy is a great comfort. I wouldn't want to have to give up the gatherings I host here." Boris looked down at Vic. "I hope you and the others can come this summer. It would an ideal way to introduce our new brethren to the rest of the weres."

We'll do our best. I know Mitch would like to meet the others, and I'll tell Moose and Rusty. Maybe if you talk to them, too?"

Boris nodded. "I shall. And to Snake and Larry, though Larry already told me he would be here for our regular midsummer gathering." The big bear leaned down and sought for the nipple he's been rubbing, his lips and tongue parting the fur. When he found it, Vic groaned, then growled loudly as Boris chewed on the meaty nub.

"Aww, fuck, man! You sure know how to get my motor runnin'..."

Snake looked at the two from his vantage point on the rocks. "God damn, don't they ever run out of steam?" Everyone else laughed.

"Hell no!" Larry said, "But you'll find that out soon enough."

Epilogue

Several days later, Boris and Robert stood on the deck, naked, looking down as Snake and Larry mounted their bikes and waved. Rick had decided that the bike he'd owned would only bring back bad memories and so he'd given it to Larry. He'd get another, he knew that. He enjoyed the open road far too much, it was one of the best things about being on his hawg with Sebastian. Maybe he'd even build one from the ground up. Larry could build good memories on his old bike and he would build good memories on his new one. Larry offered to pay but Rick turned him down saying that if he wanted to pay him back he should take long rides with Snake and enjoy riding.

So, Larry had cashed in his return ticket, and he and Snake had made plans to return to Texas on the road, with a stop in Colorado to see some old friends of Larry's. Rusty and Moose had left in Mitch's truck two days before, and Vic, Mitch, and Walt had hit the road in Vic's Avalanche the day after. Snake and Larry were the last to depart. After strapping on helmets, they gunned the scoots and roared off.

"You think they will make out OK?" Robert asked.

"Yes, I think so. I think it will be good for Larry to have the responsibility of a cub. Snake will need a strong hand, too. He was rather amenable here, but he was still a bit at sixes and sevens, still grateful to know where his next meal was coming from and happy to have friends he could trust. His natural independence will surface soon enough, and then he will be a handful." The big bear laughed. "I don't envy Larry the task, but he will be equal to it, I think." Boris's arm went around Robert's shoulder. "It helps that there is a bond of affection growing between them. They're growing closer by the hour."

"Heh. Thanks in no small part to you, you old grump. I noticed you kept arranging for them to have time together and jobs to do together." Robert put his head on Boris's shoulder.

"And I think the next time you see Larry, he'll look a bit different."

"Really? How?" Robert asked his curiosity piqued.

"Well, I could swear that Larry's grown in the last week or so. He seems taller and bulkier, not by much, but I've seen it before."

"Seen what?"

"Well, long ago when my Alexander changed me, he too changed. I had known him, watched him filled with lust, memorizing every detail of his form for years before he showed me what he was and I accepted the gift we all share. Alexander was a bear of impressive size and bulk... and became more so after I became his mate. He told me it happens sometimes. I think it's going to happen to Larry, too."

Robert smiled, "Well, like he says, 'ever'thang's bigger 'n Texas '." Robert had managed to capture Larry's facial expression, tone of voice and drawl perfectly.

Boris laughed, "Indeed!"

Rick, also buck naked, stepped out onto the deck with a tray of cold beers. He set the tray down on the table and joined the two in looking out over the scenery.

"I am very glad you decided to stay with us, Rick," Boris said, taking a beer. Robert nodded. Rick colored slightly.

"I'm glad you asked me, but I'm still a little hesitant. Are you guys sure that..."

"Quite sure. It will do him good to have someone else around to argue with. OW!" Boris yelped at the slap on the rump Robert gave him. Robert softened it with just a bit of a smile.

"Well, it's true. I'm a solitary old grump, as Robert is always pointing out. He likes people around, so it's nice to have a third here with us and there is a small business proposition in Vancouver that I am interested in that will take my direct attention for a while. I will be away for a month or so. You are most welcome to stay as long as you want, Rick."

Robert nodded. "As long as you want." He looked at Rick, who smiled back at the two bears who had taken him in. They'd given him a sense of stability and belonging. They'd opened their hearts and home to him, something no one else had done so easily and without asking anything in return.

Boris raised his glass, "To those we love!" The other two clinked their glasses against his and repeated the phrase and all drank.

(The authors hope you have enjoyed this story. There is a sequel to Becoming/Being the Bear that involves Moose and Rusty, called Brown Bear Coffee Shop. You can contact the authors.)