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Taking a holiday over at dad's cabin was usually such a chill time, but Cherno was anything but relaxed thanks to the flustering new presence looming hugely over everything. Well, it was less looming and more relaxing on the couch, but the size of that handsome bear meant that everything he did was somehow unsubtle, including the usual ursine lazing. Cherno had met plenty of stepdads in adult years. Some of them just weren't his dad's speed, or couldn't keep up with the big stud. Olen might have been pushing fifty but that just made the older buck more charming. Though it was unusual for him to bring home someone so ... huge. Cherno was used to meeting guys more his size, often slimmer, cuter, or even outright girly. Not that brick wall of muscular bear lounging there, comfortably shirtless to show off that enormous gut of his, along with the muscle beneath his ursine pudge, casually reading what looked like a book on the arcane or occult. It sat open on one of those massive palms as he carefully examined each page, and Cherno examined him. Sooner or later, he was going to have to admit he was attracted to his new stepdad.

Was that weird? Maybe that was weird. Benedict was probably plenty older than him, though it was hard to really tell how much. They weren't really family, at least not yet. He wasn't really sure how single dads dating worked, in all honesty. All he knew was he'd been enjoying his time spent with the great big pleasant fellow. For all his size, he was far from intimidating, always putting Cherno in a better mood with his good-natured jokes and compliments. Always with the compliments. Maybe it was a little transparent, trying to make Cherno like him right away, but they always felt so genuine. He got the sense that Benny really did like him. Though all the staring was probably getting on the bear's nerves. He eventually set his reading down on his great big belly and returned that gaze with a gentle smile.

"Something I can do for you, Cherno? Or are you just lost in space? Nothing wrong with that, of course."

He waved one of those great big hands through the air. It was probably big enough to just grab him by the face and drag him across the room, if Benny was so inclined, but he was a gentle bear. Or he seemed it so far. Just the act of slowly sitting up felt like it was shifting the whole house, reconfiguring gravity all around his massive form. He looked over to Cherno with a mask of concern.

"Are you feeling alright? You're doing the blue-blushy thing again. It's awfully cute and all, but now I'm wondering if you've got some sort of deer fever. And if it's contagious."

He made himself chuckle with that, at the same time a soft and raucous thing. Then he gestured with his head.

"Ah, come on. You don't have to just sit there being all flustered. Come snug. We're all adults here."

When he gave a smack to his hefty gut, Cherno was pretty much compelled to obey. There was no saying no to a belly like that. He remained hesitant, tentatively tapping a hoof on the floor instead of standing up. With sudden realization, he glanced over his shoulder.

" ... Dad could be back soon."

"Yeah? I mean, I doubt it, unless he's speeding. If you're worried he wouldn't approve - well, it sounds like you don't even know him, to be honest." With a playful wink, the bear sat up a bit. "You know, he's actually been talking about it. The three of us, that is ..."

If Ben thought Cherno was blushing before, then the young buck might as well have been on fire by then. Those blue flames crackled across his cheeks just to hear it. Not that it was new information or anything, given some ... previous activities of their own, in recent years, but that didn't matter. Really, the only way he was ever going to un-fluster himself was to get up, bound over there, and splay himself across that fat bear gut, hesitation be damned. He had to resist the urge to take a running jump at it. Benny might have been a big guy, but surely he wasn't invincible. Instead, he just clamoured up and made himself a blanket - an ill-fitting one at that. He felt so very small sprawled out on that mountain of bear, cuddling up to that cushy warmth, feeling one of those huge arms wrapping around him. Soft as Ben might have been, it was obvious how strong he was, just from one affectionate squeeze. He had to be just to carry all that weight around.

Beneath that outer layer of squishiness, the rest of the bear was firm, powerful. Cherno found that much as he sank down deep into the bear's plush middle, allowing himself to snuggle, to wiggle and rub his body against the much bigger, older male's. That eventually had him with his head on Ben's chest, softly cushioned beneath those pecs, feeling a set of huge bear claws stroking through his hair.

"There. You see? Much better, right?"

"Yeah ..."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, now. I'm glad we can get this close, this fast. It's a sign of good things to come if I'm gonna be your new dad! Er, well. Dad two. Other dad. We'll figure that part out."

Another hearty chuckle from the bear just made Cherno want to press a little closer. He put a little pressure down, just to be closer, listening to the big stud breathing, to his heart steadily, calmly pumping. Pressing into his fur brought up the urge to sniff him, to take a great big breath of pure, warm bear, and Cherno couldn't much resist that either. Every whim he had, he followed, even if it probably seemed a little strange to be huffing of an older guy he'd only recently come to know. It was totally worth it. One good sniff was enough to flood his senses with a pleasantly-spiced, slightly cinnamony masculine musk. Oh god he wanted more immediately, wanted to kiss, to lick, to just shove himself into that big male as much as he could. It was enough to get him twitching a little, to make him squirm about, doing his best to conceal his growing bulge. That seemed a little impolite for a stepdad cuddle session. By the grin Ben flashed him, he already knew.

"Aw, go on. Don't fuss about getting a little horny. You like big guys like me, do ya?"

"I guess you could say that." Cherno bit his lip, shifted his eyes, and then finally offered a returned smirk of his own. "You smell nice. Like, too nice. How do you even -"

"Ah ah, let a guy have his secrets. You wanna make out a bit?"

The bluntness of such a question was enough to make Cherno recoil, but only in surprise. Of course he wanted to. Could they really just ... do that? Just because they both felt like it? He thought about it for so long that the more impulsive side of him won out, leaving him to scoot forward into the bear's embrace and meet his lips. It felt like he could just slip and fall into those jaws if he wasn't careful, but for all the intimidation of those teeth, Ben was a good kisser. If a sloppy one. They met in a deep, drooly smooch, and Cherno took the bear's groping to mean he was free to do the same. He couldn't reach much from his position, but he didn't let that slow him down. He got grabbed, squeezing as much bear as he could, and his reward was having those great big mitts working him over from every angle. He got kneaded like dough, pleasantly squished and squeezed all over, those mighty paws working over his back muscles until Ben had a hold of his booty. It only took one hand to grope both cheeks at once, but the bear went right into it, double-fisting that fine ass, working deep the cushy curves until Cherno was whimpering into Benny's mouth. A good shove of bear tongue silenced him nicely.

Soon he couldn't help but hump a little, grinding that bulge against that belly he so admired. Stroking, pressing, squeezing, they kissed in wordless wetness, exchanging an excess of saliva, holding each other as closely as they could. Cherno felt himself sinking deep into that plush body, pressed against the muscles beneath the fat so tightly they felt as if they might leave imprints on his skin. They kissed until the deer felt the need to gasp for air, and only then did the bear let him pull back. Cherno panted, but Ben remained calm, still, barely moving much. There was a certain lumbering laziness to him all around, but it was charming in its own way. Slipping down to one side, the deer found a good spot between the back of the couch and Benny's side, wedging himself in there, getting a little squished against that gut. He didn't mind, especially when that meant finding himself snug beneath one of the bear's arms. Such an entrancing scent it was, one he could lose himself in for hours, or so it felt. He wasn't even really thinking about the fact that he was so blatantly sniffing at Benny's armpit, taking in that heated, masculine scent musk, letting it permeate his thoughts, his whole being.

"Mmm. Go ahead, stay awhile. It's the holidays. They're for feeling good, right?" The bear spoke as he ran his fingers and claws alike through Cherno's hair, gently pulling his locks out and then letting them fall back into place. "Such a pretty thing you are, you know. Love a deer with hips. You ever think of trying out something a little girlier? I bet you'd look great in a skirt, maybe some stockings ... heh, just my mind wandering now, I guess."

"Oh, yeah, I actually have ... a few things."

"Do you now? I knew that dad of yours treated you right. Not up to me of course, but it'd be cute to see you in 'em someday."

Cherno wished he could think of a better response to things than blushing furiously. Any hotter and his cheeks were going to erupt.

"You'd like that?"

"Yeah. More than I maybe should, heheheh. Anyhow, we'll have to pick this one up next time."

More time had passed then seemed possible. It felt like it had only been a few minutes of snuggling, grinding, kissing, sniffing with that bear, but the clock had ticked its way through an hour when he glanced up to see that old, noisy antique sitting there. Olen was done with his errands, striding through the front door a heavy bag slung over his shoulder like some sort of traveller from a folk song, humming to himself. His cheery demeanour didn't shake for one instant when he saw son and boyfriend alike all snuggled up on the couch, obviously having been up to something more than just a little cuddling by the scent of arousal lingering in the air. Cherno didn't think he had anything to be ashamed of. It wasn't like they'd been fucking or anything, though he still found himself tensing up to wonder what Olen might say about the whole thing. The fatherly grin he offered was nothing if not approving.

"Getting to know each other I see. Well, I'll be damned if you think you're keeping me out of that snugglefest."

All it took was setting his things down before he was flinging himself over a chair with the grace of a young buck, clomping down on his hooves right in front of the couch.

"Make room!" he insisted.

Benny chuckled as he slowly sat himself up, keeping Cherno pinned to one side. The other arm was ready for the bigger buck, scooping him up close, pulling him right off his hooves. Cherno had never seen his dad handled quite so easily. Olen was a big guy, more than twice his son's weight, built so much manlier, so much stronger, but he still seemed like a teddy in the grasp of that huge, strong bear. They both ended up squished tight against the bear's bulk, left to wiggle about and lean against his warm, soft fur. The weirdest sight of all was when Olen nuzzled up against the bear's chest, rubbing his face against the bigger male. Maybe he just couldn't resist, but it occurred to Cherno, maybe he had it all wrong. Even with such a size difference, he kind of assumed his big, assertive dad was the top in the whole pairing, especially for how chill the bear seemed to be. Yet seeing just how powerless Olen seemed in comparison, he had to wonder. Maybe even big stud-buck Olen knew his place when it came to great big brutes like Benny, but it was hard to imagine. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be imagining it.

"I'm a lucky bear, getting to spend the week with two pretty things," Benedict said, and Cherno half expected Olen to object to such a title.

"Keep treatin' us right and I bet Cherno might end up staying a little longer," Olen teased.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Ben said. "You raised a lovely boy."

"I know a thing or two about dadding."

"You'll just have to teach me."

Cherno watched as bear and buck alike exchanged big, adoring grins, and soon they were making out again. He wondered if the taste of Cherno was still evident on Ben's tongue, if his dad would know. It wasn't exactly a secret anyway, but part of him still felt a little ashamed of it all. There was something just a little sinful about exchanging a deep, intimate kiss with his new stepdad. Especially considering how much further they were both ready to take it, if they had a little more time to themselves. But maybe it was just like Benny said. It was okay to be horny. The thought at least let him sleep at night, once they'd broken from the snuggle. Or had they actually? He couldn't really remember sitting down to have dinner, or anything that led to bedtime, his thoughts still all clouded by that extensive sample of pure bear musk. It was still in his nose by the time he woke up in the middle of the night. There was no sleeping through all that moaning.

Could that really be his dad? Olen wasn't exactly quiet when he was having sex, but Cherno had never heard those particular sounds coming out of him before. Those telltale bleats meant it must have been him. They went along with the sound of a bed aggressively squeaking, straining under all the weight and force. How it held up to what sounded like an absolute rutting fuck even from two rooms over, Cherno had no idea. It felt like they were tearing the house down. He could feel the tremors beneath his hooves as he planted his hooves beside his bed, thinking about getting up. To do what, exactly, he really didn't know. Just listening to that wild romp was getting him all kinds of worked up, his cock thumping up against his belly when he leaned forward. Was it wrong to get off on overhearing like that? Maybe, but he didn't care. It wasn't easy to picture what was going on in that bedroom - he just couldn't imagine big ol' Olen in such a position - but the sounds alone were enough for him to tuck back into bed, rubbing up and down that sleek blue dick until he spurted a modest load over his own belly.

It was those deep, ursine grunts and growls that really sent him over. It sounded like a mauling, like pure brutality. He half expected to wake up the next morning to find his dad was bed-ridden, shattered to a million pieces. The buck was tough, but Benedict was a bear. It was probably silly to worry about his dad a little, especially when Benny seemed so nice to the both of them. Maybe they were playing it up, making it sound harsher than it really was. Maybe they wanted him to overhear them. Well, he'd already made himself cum about it, so they could settle down already. Laying his head back down, he accidentally bumped his antlers on the headboard. That was a pretty common thing, happened all the time really even after all the years of having that big pointy crown most of the year, but that simple tap proved enough to snap them right off. Of course, that was nothing to worry about, it happened every year, but usually not so early. He was hatless, right out of season, and all he could do about it was gather them up and set them down on the side table. They were usually worth keeping for decoration or whatever.

That was how it went for a few nights. Cherno wasn't sure exactly how many. He thought it was almost Christmas, but they hadn't celebrated yet. It was all smiles and fatherly joking during the day, that bear good-natured and always up early to make the bucks a great big breakfast that their stomachs could tolerate. Omnivores were creative like that. It wasn't easy to miss just how attracted to each other those two big guys were. Cherno watched them bumping into each other, grabbing at each other, squeezing, groping. Sometimes they got so wrapped up in each other's arms and bulk that he swore they were going to just start fucking right in front of him, but they saved that for the night time. Every night. He woke up flustered, horny, and in dire need of release, unable to resist stroking himself off to the sounds, to the mental images that came more clearly with each overheard session. The bleating and the pounding drove those thoughts into his head, until he felt as if he were right there, spying on them. Guess ol' dommy Olen had always been a bottom at heart if he found the right guy to thump him senseless.

The mirror was angled just right to catch a glimpse of himself while he remained sprawled there, panting, a few ropes of cum streaked across his belly and chest. Something wasn't right. At first he just thought it was the lack of antlers, but he found himself fascinated by that darkened reflection, drawn closer by its tantalizing shapes. Was that really him, sprawled there, looking ever so curvy? He had always been a feminine buck, but he was thicker than ever before, maybe putting on some weight thanks to all the eating. It all went to the right places, padding out his thighs, his hips, and with a spin, he found his butt was even juicier than before. Yet for all the added weight, it was all so taut, so plump and firm that he couldn't keep his hands off himself. A squeeze, a grope, he pressed both hands deep into his newly enhanced curves. It hardly even seemed natural. It wasn't just a matter of having been eating more than usual. All that extra shape and none of it had gone to his belly, keeping him trim yet bottom-heavy, perfectly girly all over. But some of it had gone to his chest.

It was a bit of a shock to realize how soft he was getting there. Usually, he was pretty taunt in all but the softer places, plenty fit, a little on the lean side. To look a little chubby was a surprise to him, one that had him playing with himself, kneading his hands up around his chest to give a squeeze. The squishy fat there was more sensitive than he expected, leaving him digging those two fangs into her lower lip to suppress a moan. A few more squeezes made him feel so warm, and horny too, especially when he touched those swollen nips of his. Those had never really been an erogenous zone for him before, just kind of there, but suddenly he wanted to do nothing but squeeze. He kneaded, he pinched, and in time, he found his digits coming away wet. He was getting so girly he even seemed to be leaking milk. And rather than concerned about it, all he could think about was showing off to changes. The urge to share that form with someone was starting to get overwhelming. And there was no one there but dad and stepdad.

He wasn't sure what exactly he was doing, but he just started walking. From his bedroom and down the hall he went, totally naked, still turned on despite getting off. He didn't even bother to knock first. The scent of sex wafted thick from behind that closed door, overtaking his senses with a wall of manly musk, most of which was the bear's. He knew it by then. It pervaded his thoughts, his fantasies, even his dreams. Pushing the door open, he witnessed a scene of depravity, indulgence, of two sweating bodies wrapped up together in post-orgasmic haze. There was his big strong dad, the same muscular stud of a buck who'd always towered over him, always so easily scooped him up even as an adult, and he was completely, utterly defeated, broken down and covered in the cum of a bigger, stronger male. It dripped from beneath his short tail, it trickled from his lips, it marked his fur all over. The distinct scent of a buck had been overwritten by the bear's overwhelming essence, and every breath was like another drop of ecstasy, feeding into Cherno's silent obsession.

The bear slowly turned his gaze towards the girly buck standing in the doorway, his eyes a gleam of gold. They seemed brighter than anything on the earth, casting eerie shadows over the familiar furnishings of his father's bedroom. With one great paw stretched out, he beckoned to Cherno with a curl of a single ringed finger.

"Was wondering when you'd join us, Cherno. Come in. Take what you want."

Though he moved on shaky hooves, he remained firm and steady as he approached the great big beast of a bear. Soon he felt himself wrapped up tight in that embrace, encircled by both powerful arms, held close to Benny's burly chest. Olen was right there with him, soaked in cum, sweating, panting, but saying nothing. He just let out a surprisingly feminine sigh as he settled into that mighty bear hug, snuggling up against the bulk of the new member of the family while Ben stroked through their hair, ran his claws down their backs, and kept them close. Though Cherno was about pulsing with desire by then, he didn't feel any sort of rush. They had all the time in the world to take care of their urges, together, the three of them. As a family.

"You're like two soft little does with hips like these," Benny remarked as he worked his palms along those two fine buckbutts, squeezing cheeks, giving soft little spanks. "Papa bear is gonna take real good care of you both, don't you worry. It'll be like a holiday in the middle of a holiday. Just let the days slip by and focus on feeling good. Can you do that for me?"

"Mmm ..." was Cherno's reply, doing his best to sound affirmative.

"Uh huh ..." came Olen's dazed voice.

It hardly even sounded like him anymore. Cherno had not in his entire life heard his dad whimper like that. But, neither of them had met Benedict before. He believed every word. That big strong bear was going to take care of them, like a proper dad should. It was enough to leave him soothed and content, lost in the moment, letting seconds drift to minutes and beyond, caught up close to that sweaty form, breathing heavy musk to keep him deep beneath the surface of delight. Now and then he dared a sniff beneath one of those big arms, further intoxicating himself. It was enough to leave him spinning, leave him sinking into a state of utter infatuation, eyes closed, senses piqued, letting the pleasure of admiring and being admired sustain him all through the night. How hours could pass like seconds really wasn't clear, but that was just the magic of the big bear.

Everything made sense. Cherno didn't question anything, even when he found himself deep down on his knees in the living room, daylight flooding through the windows, casting a gleam over the bear's sweat-sheened body. It was night when last he spoke to the great bear, seemingly just moments ago. He loomed there above, stretched out on the couch, toying with the womanly buck sprawled across his belly. Olen looked softer than ever, still plenty sturdy but trading some of the bulk for more feminine curves, padding on the weight in all the right places just like Cherno had been. His antlers were gone too. Ben squished deep into those hips, that ass, and kneaded plenty at the older buck's chest, and Olen just endured it all, giving the occasional little gasp or groan, loving every bit of attention the bear gave him. Cherno would have knelt there admiring the whole scene, but he found himself occupied. He didn't even remember when he'd started sucking the bear's cock.

It pulsed up thick and hefty between his lips, stuffing his cheeks to full, filling his throat with precum. He was hardly even trying to pleasure it so much as he just let it linger on his tongue, kneading it, admiring it, tasting it, slobbering over every single inch he could handle. That was less than the whole length, but he did good work, even swallowing some of it without so much as choking. Ben's dick was perfect for sucking, for slurping, flooding his senses with the musky taste as he remained there, closing his eyes, nursing from it. Every drop of those warm juices was reward enough, but he wanted more. Soon he clutched those heavy thighs as best he could, burying his fingers in that thick, earth-toned fur, pulling closer so he could bob back and forth. The sound of giving a proper blowjob was a slick one, schlicking back and forth for the excess of saliva that flowed from him, mixing up thick with that potent pre, overtaking his every other sense as he worshipped the bear from tip to base, or as close he could get. That meant mashing his nose up against that gut every time he gave a downwards stroke, helping milk out more for him to gulp.

He might have continued on with that single-minded session, bobbing back and forth, pleasuring the bear without another thought in his head, but the sounds above distracted him. His eyes shot open when he heard that slurp and moan, directing his attention to the pair as they indulged in a messy tasting session. In this particular case, it was a matter of slathering a big bear tongue across a pair of tits as perfect as anything out of a magazine. Cherno had to blink a little at the sight. Olen had been getting so soft, so outright matronly in his time with the bear, that it only seemed right. The moans escaping him while Ben sampled that new set still had some trace of that deep, smooth tone of his, but it was so much more feminine. Maybe it was fair to say that Benny was the dad now. Olen was starting to look a whole lot more like a mom, especially when he, she even tossed her head back, flailing about a head of longer, silkier hair than before, crying out towards the ceiling while the bear latched on and sucked her tits. By the sound of gulping, she was already producing plenty of milk.

All it took was a slow stroking of her own hands up along her form, running from hips to sides to chest, for Cherno to find that she was every bit as busty as her former father. That was no modest pair, but a full, juicy set of tits worthy of any lady deer. She shuddered a little just to touch them, and then let loose a muffled moan around that bear dick when he squeezed deep into them both, feeling them squish between his fingers like the softest dough for a newly christened doe. She was already thinking of herself as one. It felt good to let that thought run through her head, her head, over and over. But what she knew would feel even better was to slip off that cock with a little splat of juices, and to rise up high on her knees so she could wrap those finely-crafted breasts snugly around the spire of the bear-dad's dick. Just feeling his shaft sliding up into her cleavage was enough to make her moan, her blue tongue flopping down to touch the tip, to mop up every drop of flavour she could get while she squeezed tight and titfucked that proud papa bear. His beaming grin was all she needed.

"That's a good girl, Cherno. You make such a pretty doe. Doesn't it feel good, having a nice big pair of tits to rub on your bear dad's dick? Mmmm ... you really know how to work them, already. Just like your sweet momma."

He gave the bigger, older doe a good smack on the butt, and Olen gave a gentle bleat, practically a whisper. The bear went on, kneading that ass with his palm.

"Why don't you get down there with your daughter and show her what you can do? I've got plenty to share."

It felt like only hours ago that Cherno had first met Benedict, and at the same time it felt like weeks. Surely the latter was more likely, given all the changes that had come over the two deer. From two fine males, one bulky and handsome, the other feminine but athletic, to two bleating girl-deer slobbering over their bear dad's balls. Cherno only gave momentary consideration to how good Olen was at this sort of thing. She watched that older deer licking, slurping, sucking, working one of those nuts into her mouth. It was enough to stuff her cheeks, make her look like a chipmunk as she valiantly tried to suckle the whole thing at once. Cherno could only mimic her father turned mother, easing onto the other of the bear's balls, letting that heavy orb settle on her tongue. Latching on let her suck the sweat right out of that smooth fur, devouring that spicy ursine flavour, falling even deeper into her drunken state as she soaked her palate in that heady masculine taste. She wasn't sure how long she spent down there, revelling in the taste on her tongue, worshipping with every little knead, every kiss. She couldn't feel seconds passing anymore.

The bear offered no urging, instead, just stretching his arms out wide to better sprawl himself across the couch that sagged beneath his weight. His sweat marked the cushions, ensuring that piece of furniture was his, along with the deer themselves. They slowly worked up together, working in unison, or close enough at least. Their tongues caressed along each other as they ascended the spire of Ben's dick, seeming almost to compete to reach the tip first and lick up that precious offering of preseed. Olen was just far too assertive to beat, working up to swirl her tongue along the tip of the bear's shaft, slathering it in spit to replace the juices she lapped up like an eager dog. There were plenty more to replace them, allowing Cherno a turn, a taste, a lick and smack and a gulp. She swallowed down a throatful of silky-warm precum from the tap, getting a grunt from above to tell her she was a good girl without words. Benny reached down to tussle Cherno's hair, letting those locks flop about and tumble over her features while she nursed at the smooth tip of the bear's cock. The temptation to just plunge all the way down and choke on it was a constant pull, but she held off, working instead in slow, astonished admiration of that big brute's mighty body.

"Mnnngh. I must thank you for letting me move in, Olen. It must get tiring, being the man of the house all by yourself. No need to worry about that anymore. I'm gonna take great pleasure in making a wife out of you. Your pretty daughter only sweetens the deal. We do have a deal, right?"

Cherno wondered how literal that was. She was starting to get the idea when she saw Olen eagerly nodding. Or at least some part of her was, deep inside, like an instinct trained solely to identify creatures like Benedict. Not because he was a bear, a potential predator. Something else. That was as far as she got on it before a light tap on the back of her head, the gentlest nudge enough to direct her down. She descended on that cock like before, except this time she wasn't simply holding it, wasn't simply admiring it. There was nothing more she wanted than to make that bear cum, to prove that she could do it, that she could be a good girl just like her new mother. Olen put her hand on Cherno's shoulder, giving an encouraging squeeze as the doe glurked her way down to the base. It wasn't the length that was the most imposing. Olen might have even had a few inches on that beast. It was the width of that fat, jaw-stretching bear dick, one that left her struggling to jam it down her throat, to knead it with her gulping muscles, refusing to choke on it even when it was bulging out her creamy white neckfur. She could feel that thick nectar pouring down her throat, filling her belly, flowing as freely as a cumshot. Every throb milked out a little more, adding to the load welling up within her, and it was nowhere near a climax yet. She was going to have to work for that.

The presence of one big paw on her head was forceful enough, just for how heavy it was. That kept her in place, sucking, bobbing, shoving her nose down into the sweat of the bear's crotch only to slide back up with a little huff through her nostrils. Her head was starting to spin while she massaged that dick with lips and throat alike, letting it glide along her tongue as she mashed that taste deeper and deeper into her senses. She never wanted it to leave or fade. If that silky musk remained imprinted on her tastebuds for eternity she would be a happy doe. There wasn't much more to hold onto but for the bear's big belly itself, and she clutched tight, wrapping her fingers into that soft fur once more to remain in place. Though her stamina had a limit. She still had much to learn about properly servicing that fine cock, and eventually found herself aching, blushing with the need for air. Benny's touch was insistent but gentle enough as he urged her back, telling her to take a breath.

"Now now. I already know you're devoted to your new dad. No need to strain yourself," he chided.

Cherno huffed, wishing she could just dive back down gain, but it was true, she needed a break. Her puffing pushed her chest out even more than usual. She swore she'd gained a cup size in the time since they started their session. However long it had been. Squishing those extra-jiggly breasts against the bear's balls gave her an idea. Olen seemed to have the same one, stolen right from her head, moving before Cherno could. She rushed to join her mom in wrapping those fine deer tits snug around the bear's dick, surrounding the base of his shaft from all angles. He had plenty of size to share, to wrap up and grind up and down, sliding along on the slicked-up skin thanks to the mess of juices pouring down his shaft. The warmth of his cock felt amazing against those tender breasts, the doe's highly sensitive bosom tingling to every little touch. Cherno found herself moaning in pleasure when she was supposed to be the one providing it, the massaged returned just as intense as she could give it. She wondered if her tits could cum. That would have been a silly thought in any other context, but when she was experiencing near ecstasy just from providing a sloppy titfuck to that proud, reclining papa bear.

Her own cock was throbbing madly, but she didn't pay it much attention. It hardly mattered anymore. The bear's pleasure was her own. She glanced up just to see his expression shift from approving grin to something more like pleasure, half-lidding his eyes, pursing his lips. Maybe he was making a show of it for her, but either way, she knew she was going good. She was being a good daughter, a good girl, massaging big bear dad's dick like that. Kissing the tip, she felt it swelling, bulging, flexing out some extra juicy precum while the bear's balls trembled. She felt them pulling up taut beneath her tits, pumping, churning, swelling up with spunk to pour across their bodies. She wanted it in her mouth, on her face and - nnnnf, god, she couldn't wait to know what it felt like to get her tits cummed on. That thought was enough to drive her, enough to fuel her urges and make her lunge, even accidentally headbutting Olen out of the way so she could latch one once more, sucking that bear to completion while she squeezed deep into her breasts, pounding them up and down his dick as fiercely as she could. Her new mother could only chuckle and give her an affectionate slap on the back that did nothing to break her concentration.

"Well now," her new mother tsked. "At least save some for me. I know it's good, but don't get too greedy."

Cherno only slightly heard that. It was enough, at least that when that dick swelled up plump and the bear gave a heavy bellow of bliss, she relaxed just a little. That meant his cum hit the back of her throat and splashed back over her tongue, pouring over her lower lips, splattering out the sides of her mouth. Olen was all over her in an instant, lapping it all up wherever it dripped while she drank as much as she could. Guzzling, gulping, she chugged as much of that hefty papa bear's jizz as she possibly could. When her belly was a sloshing, sagging swell, rounded out beneath her breasts, she was finally overflowing. A swift pull back meant she and Olen alike could shower in the bear's enduring cumshot. He painted them from cheek to cheek, marking their face, the bosoms, splashing on their outstretched tongues until he was finally done. The pressure kept even that last, thin shot soaring up to land directly on Olen's nose. Cherno watched its rise and fall, only to meet his mother's eyes as she grabbed for her, locking into a deep tongue-kiss that sought to steal the unswallowed seed right out of her mouth.

She wasn't about to compete with Olen's talented tongue, letting it sweep and swipe through her mouth to scoop up all that cream. They sloshed it about between their mouths a while, sucking on it, sharing in the flavour together as they remained intensely close, rubbing firm cocks against one another's. Olen's was still plenty bigger than hers, though Cherno swore it wasn't quite as impressive as before. They hugged, they squished, they mashed their tits together with a squelch of all the cum clinging to them. It squirted off in all directions, marking the rug, the floor, maybe even the walls. The whole home had lost that familiar scent of Olen's cooking - and of that formally manly deer musk - that Cherno had grown up with. It belonged to Ben now. The whole place was marked down with his musk, especially the two deer themselves. Mother and daughter, transformed into something softer, something better suited to serving the whims of the big, lusty bear, and they moaned together as they clung to his legs like proper servants did.

There went the time again. Cherno didn't remember rising from where she was, nor did she recall stopping for a meal, but she wasn't hungry. Maybe the bear's cum was sustaining enough all in itself. The sun outside was setting, casting golden beams across the bear's face and chest, making him gleam all the more elegantly. He looked like a king all bathed in regal orange and red, and they were content to sit there in his lap, grinding on his royal spire. His dick was bigger than either of theirs by then. Even Olen had shrunken down from her former glory to something much more modest, much more like Cherno's had been. As for her own, it was getting tiny, maybe even a little embarrassing, but Benny never teased her about it. He simply stroked his claws up and down their spines as they humped and rubbed on him, offering their tribute.

Neither of them were working to any sort of climax, instead just lingering and revelling in the moment, in perfect service to their master. Benny worked his hands up their backs and then over their shoulders, rubbing each of them in turn along their jawlines. He wore a second ring then, one much like the first. It was engraved with an intertwined pattern of antlers and branches, of something that looked like it might have been a family crest for the deer family once upon a time. Each gave off a certain energy, a strange sensation of warmth notable even while they basked in the heat of the bear's presence. When he spoke, they were immediately attentive.

"You're both getting so much smaller. It's starting to look like a pair of clits grinding on my fat dick." He chuckled, and reached down to give Olen's butt a squeeze. "You're still looking plenty solid though. Perfect for a good bear-fucking. How's it feeling, hmm?"

"Never felt better!" came Olen's enthusiastic response. As feminine as she might have been by then, there was still something so familiar to Cherno about that exuberant grin she shot right back at the fatherly stud. "Guess I always needed someone to come in and swoop me off my hooves."

"Oh yes. No need to break your back working all day anymore. Papa bear provides all you'll ever need."

He turned his attention over to Cherno, giving her a similar squeeze on the ass. She could feel those claws pressing into the cheeks, just indenting her skin in that scritchy way that she'd learned to love. She had to suppress a little moan at the feeling, jumping her booty about on the spot while he groped.

"And how about you, my precious doe daughter? I've hardly seen a softer girl around. You wear those curves like you were always meant to. At least if you ask me."

"I feel ..." Cherno began, her voice breathy, feminine, maybe even a little weak. "I feel like I'm finally waking up from a dream. That I've been waiting for this all my life, as if I somehow knew it would happen ..."

Benny just gave a wink at that. Maybe he'd always been watching, waiting. She still didn't know who or what he really was, and she really didn't care. He straightened up from his luxuriant position, raising his hands up once more to let them see the rings that adorned his fingers.

"I wanted you both to know I won't keep anything from you. You're free to go back to your former selves any time you like. Nothing binds you but your own satisfaction." He offered them each one one ringed finger, as well as a grin. "If you want to be free of me, there's nothing more to do but to remove this ring. No tricks, no lies. The offer's always there, if you want it."

Olen considered first, reaching up to touch that elegant piece of jewelry, running his fingertip across the surface. As she did, she looked up to the bear with a smile. Her voice came warm and calm.

"You know well I don't want that, you big tease. Keep it right where it is."

She adjusted the ring to make sure it was snug on the bear's finger, then leaned down to give it a kiss. All eyes were on Cherno shortly after, but she too didn't have to think much about her decision. The only thing that took extended consideration was how she was going to show off how she really felt. A kiss was just copying her mother. She had to do better, and so she dipped down to slowly suck that digit right into her mouth, claw and all. The bear of course was careful not to do any harm while that eager doe so passionately fellated his finger, sucking on the whole thing, ring and all. She ran her tongue along the surface of that engraved trophy, of that mystical, binding thing that ensured she belonged to the bear for as long as he would keep her. When she withdrew to see the grin on his face, she knew she'd done a good job. He might have been something more than just a bear, something bigger and darker than his hefty self implied, but he still looked every bit as friendly as when she first met him. Even with their antlers on display, mounted on the wall just above the place where they sat adoring him. Cherno didn't remember him placing those up there, but like most things that weren't Benedict himself, it didn't matter.

"That's a good girl, the both of you. What a lovely family I've inherited. I bet you can get even girlier with a little time. And we've got so much to spare."

As one scene became the next, Cherno wondered if she'd passed out in the bear's arms. Maybe she was dreaming, or maybe just reliving a memory. Everything was foggy. There wasn't anything there but the bedroom. The other rooms had vanished. It belonged to Olen once, but that was the bear's den. It belonged to him, and so did everything in it. He led Cherno by the hand to admire the various trinkets and trophies he'd taken from somewhere or other. None of it looked like it had originally been his. There were necklaces, bracelets, various things that had once belonged to somebody. But the crown jewel of his collection, the one he was proudest to show off was the display case of rings. When he lifted the glass, Cherno hesitated. Was she really allowed to touch? There were so many of them, dozens even, all lined up, shiny and polished, adorned with their own unique patterns. Some of them were similar. She saw two proud-looking leonine trinkets side by side, with a stripey zebra pattern just beneath. Something compelled her to touch, to stroke along those engravings, feeling a curious energy emanating from the silver and gold. It struck her as familiar.

A few more strokes, and she could feel something like a trembling beneath the metal. She had to wonder who those rings signified. A glance to the bear got her little more than an exaggerated lick of his chops, and a few gentle pats to his massive gut.

"Mmmmm. Good memories there."

Some part of Cherno understood the implications. Most of her didn't care. The vision, or memory, or whatever it had really been faded in time. Instead she found herself stretched across that great big belly, rubbing the bear, kissing him, nuzzling him, pressing every inch of her body to the heft of the fatherly beast. The bedroom was imbued with his scent, and so too was everything that had once been Olen's. He was even wearing one of the former buck's old shirts, stretching that flannel taut around his titanic frame, leaving it unbuttoned to give them full access to his belly. Cherno glanced down to find the older doe busy at the bear's feet, kneeling on the floor, slobbering up and down the soles of those enormous paws. She wasn't sure if that was mostly sweat or spit flinging off with every slurp, splattering down the naked deer's body as she shoved her tongue up between those musky toes.

The heat was intense, keeping the perspiration flowing from all three of them, but it was entirely a cozy warmth. Cherno never felt like she was sweltering, instead basking in the presence of the bear as if he were a comfy fireplace on a chilly day. It was still the middle of winter, wasn't it? She couldn't see any frost clinging to the window, but she couldn't see much out there at all. It was a moonless night, probably too cloudy for the stars, the kind of darkness that felt like the whole world had vanished. While she was glancing about, she couldn't help but notice the choice of decor. Olen had always been one for excessive photography, but the pictures in those many frames definitely weren't her work. Instead, those cheesy family photos, those familiar smiles and vacation photos had been replaced with images of their indulgence, of their complete devotion to the bear himself. Their dazed expressions were often covered in his cum, drooling, broken, slobbering all over his dick or simply clinging to him, adoring him. He was the father of the house now, and they were his girls.

The transformation was complete. It took some time for Cherno to realize it. She'd been grinding on him for a while, but it was only when she caught her clit against a tuft of fur that she really felt it. It was like she launched into orgasm on the spot, bleating out as best she knew how, writhing into motion while she humped against him. Anything to recreate that fleeting feeling, that shock of pleasure better than anything she'd ever felt when she had a dick. Benny just chuckled at the sight of the horny doe squirming all over him, reaching a big paw down to drag her closer, gripping her ass tight. His hot breath in her face was enough to make her whimper, her lips trembling while he stroked down her spine, caressing, clawing, and finally dipping a finger between her thighs to toy with that new pussy of hers. She didn't know how long she'd had it, but she knew for certain she hadn't had it fucked yet. She'd remember something like that, even in all the haze. And her body wasn't going to rest until she got it.

She was always helpless as soon as he decided to take her in his paws, wrapping both around her hips, pulling her where he wanted her. That meant slinging her up over his face, letting her straddle his muzzle. It might have even resembled a dominant position if he wasn't holding so tightly around her waist, pulling her down onto his tongue while she squirmed as if to get free. It was too much, too wet, too hot, too much stimulation all at once. The bear feasted upon her cunt all at once, wrapping his lips around it, slobbering it up with his thick tongue, whipping up and down to suck the flavour out of her. She kicked her hooves, riding him, bucking, bumping, grinding by accident. All those involuntary movements of her hips just made the pleasure more intense, bringing her beyond bleating and into simply screaming as she rode out a shuddering orgasm all in a matter of seconds. He swallowed up the squirting offering, letting her gush into his open maw, kneading her ass with his thumbs while she went off with a thigh-numbing, mind-breaking climax that left her slumping down in his clutches, ragdolling with a dull whimper of satisfaction that sounded almost like fright.

Olen took a much slower pace to it, still sucking those great big bear toes, working on the stud's claws, massaging wherever she wasn't licking to ensure she had plenty of coverage. She'd been basking down there for a completely unknown amount of time, letting the bear gently step on her face, smooshing heavy pads against her muzzle. Sometimes she sniffed, coming close to snorting the sweat right off the surface, remaining inundated in concentrated bear musk. She never got used to it, never grew tired of it. Every sniff was as intense as the first, keeping her drunk and adoring for as long as he wanted her down there. Only when he sat himself up, planting the faintly wriggling Cherno in his lap, and reached down to take the older doe by the hair did she rise. Her locks had grown out surprisingly fast, giving her a lovely two-toned mane that flowed down her shoulders, fluttering about as she moved. That was all a perfect fit to her proud, womanly form. Her pussy was tender, aching, dripping as she slipped into her loving bear husband's grasp. It was like they had always been together, always bound by their mutual adoration. And he always knew exactly how to please her.

"I hope you're not aching too badly now," he fussed, and it hardly even sounded like a tease. He was concerned for them, even while he squeezed their asses and dipped his ring-clad fingers beneath their tails. Maybe he could retract his claws, because Cherno could feel them as he kneaded and touched all those tender places, slowly working to their clits. "I'd hate for you to be feeling anything but enjoyment. Remember - this is all only for as long as you want it. The keys are yours to take."

To demonstrate exactly what he meant, he pushed those rings inside them after a good fondling of their clits. The metal was surprisingly warm to the touch as it pushed inside Cherno's pussy. She clenched down hard on that digit in an instant, kneading all around it while she got smoothly fingered. Though for as hard as she was squeezing, she did her best to make sure she didn't remove that ring by accident. She wasn't sure if that would count, but she wasn't going to risk it. Not when she'd already experienced one screaming, flailing vaginal orgasm. There was no way she wanted to go back. By the blushing, huffing looking on Olen's face, she was feeling just fine where she was too. Benny leaned in close to one of the older doe's perked ears and whispered something carnal. It must have been, for the reaction Olen gave, pulling back with a gasp and then an extended moan that sent a shudder right down her spine. To the unheard question, she nodded her head.

"Gooood," Benny rumbled. It sounded almost like a growl, the closest thing to aggression Cherno had seen him display. "But I wonder what your lovely doe daughter thinks? Let's ask her ..."

He said that with such gravitas that Cherno couldn't help tensing up on the bear's approach. The bear pressed his lips right to the inside of her ear, letting her feel those words deeply resonate all through her body and soul alike.

"Would you let your papa bear knock you up, Cherno? I wanna fuck your pussy bare ... make you warm inside ... make you swell ... give your mom a grand-deer when I'm done giving you a sibling ..."

Cherno couldn't even answer. The words became urges, tingles running through her body, forcing her to shut her eyes tight and just endure, trying not to cry out as pure, concentrated pleasure flowed all throughout her body. The bear was patient, holding her while she struggled just to properly comprehend his tempting offer. When she was relatively steady again, he gave a little lick to that ear and went on with that mind-melting murmuring.

"Let me know what you think, Cherno. I'd love to get you pregnant, to hold you close and caress your belly while you get all plump and round for me ... but the decision is entirely yours. I would never want to rush you into anything ..."

"Ahhhhhh ..." came Cherno's voice. It was almost a syllable, at least.

He slipped back and flashed that familiar bearish grin.

"What's that? You might have to repeat yourself for me."

"Nnnh .... I wannnn ..."

"Almost there, sweetheart!"

Cherno broke down whining, gritting her teeth, nodding her head.

"I wanna, I wanna ... fuck me ... breed me .. break me ..."

"That's a good girl."

It was such a relief to finally let those words pour forth. Surely that meant it was time to sate her needs, but instead, she was left to watch, literally set aside as the bear took instead to mounting up over that soft mother doe. She was just going to have to sit there and play with herself, massaging those soaking folds. One orgasm wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. If anything it only revved her up, accelerated her to a needier and needier state. From massaging with two fingers, she was soon using her entire palm to grind along her pussy as the big bad bear bent that horny older doe right over. Olen planted her hands on the side of the bed, her arms lightly buckling even before Ben got started. She looked ever so delicate, even with her sturdy frame still holding solid after all the changes. Beneath the bear, she might as well have been a twig. He clutched her tightly, pulling her to the very tips of her hooves, holding her from behind to slip that plump bear dick up between her thighs. Even from where she sat huffing on the other side of the bed, Cherno could hear that schlick of that dick glossily gliding along those thoroughly drenched folds.

That mother deer soon helplessly dangled in the bear's grasp. He licked her cheek, kissed her neck, nibbled along one of her ears, easily supporting her weight as she pressed her back to his chest and belly. There wasn't much more to do than to take it. A thick shaft sliding up into her sex spread her folds sweetly, driving deep towards her ready womb. She stretched out around those broad inches, belly showing the shape of Ben's shaft sliding up into her body. One pump was enough to make her bleat, and that was nothing more than a matter of getting into position. Soon after she was crying out, sounding like she needed someone to rescue her while the bear thumped deep into her cunt, fucking her, taking her, making her his wife. By the blissful look on her face, her eyes shut tight, her mouth wide open in a shaky smile, she didn't want him to stop. She could take it, even when that meant letting him wrap both hands snug around her waist, fucking her like a toy, pumping her back and forth with a tremendous THUD of balls to her fine, thickened ass. Such a juicy booty she had after her days or maybe weeks spent with the beast of a bear, perfect for jiggling about while he smacked her body with all the care of a big dumb brute. He might have been a charming, intelligent bear when he spoke, but when it was time to breed some does, he was nothing more than a monster.

Cherno even flinched a little when she saw his teeth, flashing in a drooly snarl as he picked up speed. He hungered for them both, to fill them, impregnate them. The walls shook with his bellows as he rutted that doe stupid. Cherno got to watch all the stages of her mother breaking right before her eyes. From pleasured to fucked silly, to glazed and gone, utterly lost in the moment as they fucked their way to procreation. It was already a juice-slick mess, pouring down the bear's balls and the back of Olen's thighs while he pounded her from behind, shoving that dick inside her on every forward stroke, only to yank right back out with a haughty huff. The splurch of juices pouring down onto the floor ensured the bedroom, or even the entire home was marked down with the musk of their courtship for eternity. It was the bear's house now, and so was everything within it. Especially those precious, breedable wombs.

Olen's consciousness seemed to flag, her head dipping down at times, only to jerk back up, made alert by another pang of pleasure flowing through her battered body. The bear didn't need to go gently with her. He drove her down into the bed, soon pinning her beneath his great belly, looking like he was near to crushing her as he slammed his dick between her thighs, rutting her beneath her little lifted tail. There was only the broken, desperate whimpering from beneath his bulk to indicate she was still there, his form blotting hers out almost entirely. For a creature of such size and heft, he moved so quickly, if still somewhat clumsily, throwing himself into that finishing peak while they rocked together in that brutal waltz. A good taut pump of those balls, a flex of his sweaty taint got Benedict ready to make some bearish deer - or would it be deerish bears? The results of their breeding was far in the future. All that mattered was the pleasure in finally fulfilling a need, for them both. Cherno could only faintly gasp as he watched them erupt together, gushing up a splattering mess that only half stayed inside the filling, stretching, rounding deer.

It streaked across the floor, it soaked into the sheets, and most of all it filled that heated doe. One shot was enough to lay claim to her womb, to turn her from a father into a new mother. The rest was just to make her swell, to serve as an effective preview of her young-swollen form the bear would be doting on in months to come. He fucked her until she sloshed, until she drooled for him beneath his sweaty bulk, basting in his perspiration, wearing the mark of his scent over every single inch of her body. She was a puddle, a mess, a broken, bred, devastated doe. He picked her up and simply held her there, dangling on his dick, her limbs hanging down all lifelessly. Cherno worried for a moment or two that she might have died after a rutting like that. It wasn't until the bear forcefully pulled out to cum all over her butt and back, laying heavy ropes across her fur, painting a pattern that soon washed out in pure white, turning the canvas blank once more.

If Cherno expected him to be tender and doting in those post-orgasmic throes, she was sorely mistaken. That was for later, when the two does were pregnant and swollen and relied on their big strong bear dad to take care of them. When he was done cumming on her, Benny took hold of Olen and just tossed her to the side, rolling her over to the edge of the bed while she remained sprawled out and mostly limp, even twitching a little here and there. That blue tongue of hers remained flopped over the side of her mouth, as if she were doing a comical impression of death, panting as she dripped. Her pussy remained lightly gaped, pouring out the excess of all that bear cum, of that delicious, fresh, virile spunk that had so thoroughly knocked up that wiggling belly. She didn't bother to move for a while. There was really no need, with her every need fulfilled, everything right in her world. If she got hungry, he would feed her, and if she had any other need, papa bear was there to take care of her. When he was done with her daughter, anyway.

For all the aching, agonizing waiting, Cherno still wasn't totally ready when Benedict turned his attention to her. There came something more than just instinct when he flashed his eyes and teeth alike at her, grabbing her by the arms to drag her to the centre of the bed. There was a glimpse of something greater, something so much more dangerous even than a massive, powerful bear there in his eyes, but soon she saw little more than darkness as she ended up utterly smothered beneath his heft. He pinned her and held her down, as if to demonstrate how easily he could overpower her and take whatever he wanted. She bucked up against him, grinding on his belly while he got into position. Her pussy was still a thing of awe to her, something she didn't fully understand. It flexed and pumped and clenched in all manner of ways that shocked her, stunned her with just how wet and achy she could get. Her lust was something almost like pain, but the good kind of hurt, the driving need for something that only he could give.

She was horny to the point of nearly numb, barely even feeling those few external rubs, but once he penetrated her, she knew. A few smooth strokes of his shaft over her juices, cock still lubricated with a mess of cum and her mother's lust, and he shoved deeply inside. It was no tender lovemaking. He held her down and fucked her like a bear, bottoming out in her flooded pussy all in a matter of seconds, thumping the bed down to the floor, making it creak and groan as if it was ready to shatter to a thousand pieces at any moment. She felt his girth stretching her, testing her limits, plunged deep inside her while he smothered her slender body in his own. Her tits were squished up against his fat belly, his sweat smeared across her face, soaked into her skin while he got himself comfortable inside her, letting those twitches and flexes of his dick bring her to something almost like climax before he even really got started. One long pull back, letting her feel the oddly cool emptiness that came in the absence of his cock inside her, and he lunged forth, barrelling into her cunt, shaking her whole form with the power of his desire for her. All that bear, all that strength, and he wanted her more than anyone else in the world for those extended moments, driving from firm fuck to wild, hammering breeding as his bulk gained momentum.

Cherno had to wonder if her body would even hold up to such a pounding, listening to that bear grunt and snort while he shoved his dick in and out between her thighs. That was so much weight to move up and down at such speed, making sure she could feel every single SMACK of his balls against her butt while he rutted her pussy raw. What should have hurt instead just became numbness, even in the violence of a vicious bear-fuck shaking up her spine. All thoughts went to how good it felt to have him schlicking back and forth, her senses tuned to every little touch, every sound, every scent. The unsteady pap pap pap that came as he plowed her went along with the musk of his fat cock meeting her blazing cunt, while something more than orgasm brewed up hot and intense all through her veins. Muscles twitched in frightful ways as her mouth fell open to give a bleat, a whimper, anything to properly express the ecstasy that screamed all throughout her nerves. The best she could do was a little gurgle. Her whole body was less and less functional the longer he fucked her, nothing more than a vessel to take his spunk, to accept his seed and bear his bears like the good breeding doe she was.

She hadn't sweat that much in all her life. Some of it was his of course, but plenty more flowed heavy from her entire body, thick enough to audibly drip upon the sheets as he rutted to a breaking pace. He sounded almost angry for the fearsome RRRGH that rumbled from him, the resonance of the sound vibrating through his fat, bouncing belly as he brought her to the highest peak she'd ever glimpsed. It was enough to leave her in total factory reset, total blank-out bliss, a great white light opening in her mind to wipe the slate clean as she internally screamed her way through gushing, through squirting, through giving every drop of those finely silky doe juices she could give. Her reward was the richest blast of bear cum she could ever ask for, the heat washing through her entire body as he filled her womb. As soon as that first spurt hit, those endorphins went absolutely wild, flooding her all over with the soothing tingle as if to tell her good job for fulfilling that instinctual drive. She was done, all his and ready to grow, impregnated by her papa bear, feeling that seed going to work inside her. Somehow she simply knew, following the tingles in her veins as they danced about her womb, her cunt, her every little nerve in that sensitive new part of her.

Benedict didn't want to burst her. He pulled from her with the kind of abruptness that would have made her scream if she still had a voice. Her wide-open mouth was the perfect target for the rest of the mess, spraying on her outstretched tongue, letting it run down her throat when it didn't simply splatter down her chin. He came all over her tits, making sure to mess them up under a blanket of steaming hot spunk, the heat leaving her to sweat just a little more as she drooled her way through an afterglow that was more like an anvil on her chest. He rose from over her, but not before wiping off his cock along her trembling inner thigh, giving her an affectionate pat on the head as he left her to her dripping. She might well have been paralyzed, or maybe she just needed time to recover. There was nothing she could do but pant steam into the air while the bear admired all his handiwork. And snapped a few photos.

After a rut like that, there was something almost comically mundane about that monstrous beast snapping pictures with a phone as they remained sprawled and exhausted, covered in his cum. He got them from every angle, every little detail of their changes, of their soaked and marked, knocked up bodies. A few more taps with those giant claws, and he reached for them, pulling up to snuggle in under one of his arms each, letting sweat cascade down atop their heads in a musky waterfall. He rubbed them, squeezed them, pulled them up closer so he could lay kisses on their lips. Enough kneading ensured Olen was already leaking a good amount of milk, and the bear didn't hesitate to pull her close so he could suck her tits, guzzling that creamy sign of fertility. Cherno just laid in the bear's embrace, watching him drink her mother's milk. He licked his lips and flashed her a grin when he was done, then reached for that phone again when it vibrated.

"You look wonderful, my sweet does. And everyone agrees. You should see the comments you're already getting, my my. Too vulgar to even speak out loud."

He ran his claws up along Cherno's spine, then down again, eventually squeezing her ass.

"We have so many more months of fucking to come. The spring will spring and the summer will blaze, and there will be so many more pleasures to share. And by the sounds of things ... we could have some rowdy guests in time. All my friends in low places long to have a taste. A proud papa is always happy to show off his things, after all."

The best Cherno could do was cling to him, nudging close into the father bear's chest, letting her mind vanish into his scent. She was going to be pregnant, she and her mother bother, and she could feel nothing but adoration for the one who took them both in, shaped them, changed them, made them his, exactly how he wanted them. All she could hope was that he would be content to keep them for good, to love them, care for them, and breed them, over and over. They'd have a family. A hoard. A legion. She wasn't sure why she thought in those words. Benny might have been something more than just a bear, but he'd never hurt them. They were all his to take care of, and they sealed it with a kiss. First, on his lips, and then on those precious rings, those symbols of their servitude and submission. The keys were right there in front of them, anytime they wanted. It was an offer on the table they'd never truly need, for as long as they would hold them, care for them, love them like a proper father bear should. Cherno could only close her eyes and settle into the heat, wondering what stirred inside her womb, what life they bred to existence together, mortal and more, angel or demon or something else.