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Panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Donny had successfully pitched his tent. It was the last thing he had to do before the true camping experience began. It was soon filled with a sleeping bag, electric lamp, small radio and a few snacks to make it all cozy. The sunset was upon the opossum when he was finished. The campfire was gathered, the pit was made, the tent was set and night would soon be upon him. This was just the thing he needed, away from the city all the stresses it brought him. Alarm clocks, work, bills. None of those things mattered in this moment. He was in the open wilderness, and the only thing he had to worry about was making sure no bugs set foot in his tent.

Already feeling rather confident about this being a relaxing weekend away from it all, Donny struck a match against the box and tossed the lit stick into the fire pit. Soon enough the fire was burning to life, providing both warmth and light against the growing shadows of twilight. His small ears twitched at the crackling of burning branches and the occasional squawk of a distant bird. Everything was going perfectly, and he was very content as a thin branch was held between his fingers. On the end was a hot dog, being slowly roasted against the licking flames.

In an instant the peace was broken with a booming noise. Donny jumped to his feet, fumbling the branch in his grip. It fell in the flames and quickly joined the rest of it's brethren, taking the hot dog with it. But what had Donny concerned was the source of the noise. Staring back at him from across the campsite was a bear. It was a large brown creature, it was crouched low to the ground, even from a distance, Donny could see the trimmed muscles rippling under the pelt. It was clear that the predator was good at catching kills. That made the opossum tremble, thinking of what that meant for him. The bear sniffed at the air and with a deep grunt it stepped closer to the trembling anthro.

'It must be looking for the hot dog,' Donny thought to himself. 'But it's gone now. I got more in the cooler but I am not turning my back on that thing...'

Now the bear was only about ten feet from the campfire and Donny. The trembling opossum hoped the wild animal knew better than to get close to fire. But to his horror, the roaring flames didn't seem to faze the bear at all. It's nose still trembling, the bear walked right past the fire, leaving only a few mere feet from it and the panicking anthro.

'Holy shit! What do I do?!' Donny screamed internally. He thought for a moment and the first thing that came to his mind was to play dead. From where he wasn't sure, but Donny was certain that he heard that playing dead was a way to avoid being mauled. Maybe if he laid still long enough the bear would think he was sick or get bored and leave him alone. As the bear drew closer Donny put the plan in action. With a bout of exaggerated choking and gasps for air, the opossum clutched his throat and fell to the ground. It hurt a bit to jump and suddenly crumple to the ground, but he considered his life much more valuable than a little pain to his arms and knees.

He kept one open and used it to peek at the bear. It tilted it's head but still stepped closer to the 'dead' anthro. Donny kept as still as he could when the bear sniffed over his chest. It was close enough for the possum to hear the rumblings from the feral's chest and the hot breath puffing from it's flared nostrils. As much as he wanted to get up, run and scream, Donny forced himself to stay still.

'It'll get bored and go away. Please, please get bored and go away!' the possum willed. But the bear didn't go away. It stayed in place, sniffing at the faker. Maybe it was smarter than he thought? Was it not fooled by his act? Maybe he messed up somewhere. Did the bear catch his eye moving? No, it must have heard his breathing. Internally the marsupial cursed himself for not holding his breath. He considered just getting up and making a break for it. All the stuff could be salvaged later if the beast didn't rip into all of it.

But with a curious rumble, the bear tilted it's head and took a step back. Donny's heart leaped as he heard heavy steps walking away from him. At least that's what he thought. The bear was actually just moving down the possum's body, attempting to confirm something. Donny continued to lie perfectly still as the bear began another round of sniffing him. A sudden heavy weight was pushed on the possum's backside. The bear was pressing it's paw against his pants. Huffing again the beast dug its claws into the fabric and with a few tugs, it tore the thin pants Donny was wearing apart. A small whimper of fear escaped from Donny's muzzle. He was thankful the bear didn't hear it but it also made him despair that the ursine didn't stop in it's motions.

There was a sharp tug at his striped boxers, joined with the sound of the fabric being torn to shreds. Another huff came from the bear as it laid eyes on the pair of exposed buttocks. Donny suppressed a yelp as a cold, broad nose was pressed between his cheeks, touching his flexing pink ring between them. To make matters worse there was something hot and wet gliding against his tailhole. Unable to hold it in, a moan was forced from the marsupial. The bear's ears flicked and it looked up in surprise and tilted it's head. A gave a small huff upon seeing it's prey come back to life but it lowered it's head and continued to lick against the tasty rim.

"H-hey! C-cut that ooouuuttt..." Donny whimpered before moaning again. He dug his hands into the dirt below, and groaned again. "S-stop it. Right now..."

But the possum's words fell on deaf ears. It seemed to only make the bear all the more eager. Knowing that it's prey was alive. That meant it was fresh and warm inside. With a growl, the ursine pushed it's tongue against the resisting fold of flesh. It heard the prey yelp and it fueled the beast's lust. Plunging it's tongue as far as it could go, the bear licked and slurped at the tight passage, grunting at the heavy flavor. Donny was doing his best to resist the waves of pleasure that crashed against his being but it was proving to be a losing battle. With another press of the feral's tongue Donny finally let loose a pitched wail. He knew this was all wrong, he should be trying to stop this but all he could think about was the pleasure and the growing of his own cock.

Slowly, the bear withdrew its tongue and with a deep rumble, stepped over the marsupial. Donny's breath caught in his throat once he felt something hot, hard and thick pressing against his twitching rim.

'No...stop! I can't let this happen!' Donny encouraged himself. But his thoughts turned to mush the moment the bear pressed it's leaking, flat tip against the tight ring until it gave way. All Donny could think about was the hard flesh sinking into his ass. It was massive, already stretching him to his limits.

'It's too big!'

'Augh! It's so hot...'

'...And so... So good!'

Shudders ran down his spine. Hot precum was already splashing against his clenching walls. The rumbling bear was only getting started. All full as the trembling possum felt, the truth was that it was only the beginning. From the brown-furred beast came a snort and a thrust of it's hips. The bear bore down on Donny, locking his front legs around the marsupial's waist. Donny's breath and moans were stuck in his throat as more inches were forced inside of him. The bear seemed rather pleased, letting out a small pitched roar. He pulled the possum closer and thrust his hips, jamming the rest of his cock into his prey.

It was too much for the poor possum. His tight walls were stretched beyond what he thought was his limit. And it only got more intense with each motion the bear made. The whimpering possum's face was flush with red. A thin line of drool ran down his chin as he fought to control himself as the bear shoved the base of his cock deep inside of him. His insides were already coated in heavy spurt after spurt of burning precum.

Each pump of the bear's hips brought constant weight against his prostate, grounding the base of the cock against it until the fat shaft forced past the small nub; with another pitched roar and a heavy snort, the bear finally managed to hilt his entire length into his new mate. The feral's heavy, plump balls slapped against the possum's taint with a wet slap. The pullout was slow, the fat tip pushing the tight walls open as it passed. With great force, the thick cock was ground back into the deepest depths of the whimpering marsupial.

Now that it had a good feel of it's mate, the bear was no longer slow nor gentle. The thrusts picked up pace, spearing the wide tip as far as it would go. Tight walls hugged his cock, making a distinct suck and popping sound with each shove of the base. Donny was doing his best to keep himself steady. The animal's rutting had quickened into hot, powerful, pulsing, making it nearly impossible to keep his body under control. But no part of his body would listen to him. His ass was clenching and gripping the flesh spearing into him. His own dick was pressed flat against his thigh, leaking pre into his fur and the intact scraps of his boxers and pants.

"Aah!" the possum cried out. It was a wail he couldn't contain. The bear's thrust had picked up pace. The wild rutting popped the fat base in and out of his clenching ring with audible sucking sounds. But the animal wasn't finished, pulling Donny in even closer, as close as he could bring the possum's hips and his cock together. The bottoming male dug his claws into the earth, sure he could feel his organs shifting against the throbbing flesh pipe. His mind was blank as the bear hilted to his absolute limit, making a loud pop and squelch. And he loved every moment of it. All his thoughts revolved around the dick pushing his guts to the side.

Behind him the bear started to grunt and snort harder through his nostrils. His humps became erratic, more hot spurts of pre gushed against the trembling anal walls. Hot drool dripped from the bear's muzzle as it ground it's hips against the opossum's now bruised cheeks. Donny had an idea of what this all meant and his pleasure was overpowered by fear. The sheer size of the ursine cock alone was enough to fill him to the brim... But those thoughts were forced from his head once another sharp thrust nearly split him in two. The bear grunted sharply, grinding it's balls against his mate's soft taint. A low moan came from Donny as he felt the fat cock thumping inside of him. Not a second later came the flood of thick, hot, gooey seed that added further pressure on the possum's stomach. All poor Donny could do was moan and drool into the dirt under him as what felt like gallons of bear jizz were pumped deep inside of him. He hardly felt his own twitching cock, spurting thin ropes of milky seed against his thighs and torn boxers.

And that was the end of it. The bear's cock began to soften, sliding free from the opossum's spent ass with a heavy slurp. Donny grit his fangs and started to take deep breaths. His stomach felt like it was on fire, gurgling and churning audibly. With a weak groan, Donny's ass opened up, expelling the hot load. Thick cum spilled into the dirt below, quickly pooling. With a sigh of relief Donny gave a final push and out poured a cascade of bear seed, splattering on the ground and joining the puddle. Gasping for breath and at a loss for words, Donny laid there in a pool of jizz and his own tattered clothes.

The bear behind him took a step back and gave another snort. The large, flexing cock had softened and slipped back into the sheath it came from. The bear then walked around the panting opossum, stopping in front of his muzzle. To Donny's shock the bear smiled and winked at him. "Thanks for the tail, bro." Stunned and babbling for words, Donny watched as the bear stood up on two feet and stretched, cracking his back with a heavy sigh. "You really drained my balls, man. The name's Joshua. You wanna do it again sometime?" the bear asked, leaning down and extending his paw. Weakly, Donny smiled and held out his paws.

'Maybe camping isn't so bad after all.'