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            Running on two legs was an

adaptation long ago granted to many of the species living in these woods. Their

history told of a past where this was not true, but for anyone's present

lifetime and those of their parents, grandparents and beyond, two legs were the

way the higher species went about their daily lives.Other physical aspects had changed

over the course of the passing years, while some things remained the same. Take

for instance the wolf clans. Wolves still roamed in packs, but now there were

some distinct differences. Often, there was an excess of males, so the young

extraneous boys would group together for protection and stick together until

breeding time, when they would go off to challenge the older males who held

large harems.But that was only once a year, and

the rest of the time they either had to suck it up or get their needs off on

each other.Arto was the de facto leader of a

pack of around eight males. They were a tight knit group, prone to infighting

but never in a serious manner, and well known over a wide area for the sizable

domain that they called their own. While it might be considered theirs from a

wolfish point of view, there were others they shared it with who had other

opinions about their domain.It was their hope that if they

claimed a good hunting ground, the females would come to them, but for now, in

the early months of winter, no females took notice of them. So they simply

hunted and patrolled the borders of their territory, routinely marking the

boundary to lay claim to all the land they thought they could protect.They had run into trouble earlier

in the year when Korani had taken exception to their professed borders. Korani

claimed part of their lands as her own, but after a few run-ins, the pack and

she decided to ignore each other for the common good of all. Besides, where the

wolves had strength in numbers, she had strength in size. Their meetings had

proved to be nothing more than standoffs, and Korani had better things to be

doing than wasting hard gotten energy on fighting stupid, insignificant males

of another species.With the winter snows covering the

ground, and both food and shelter harder to come by, the pack ranged outside of

their region, often times being sent retreating by other packs with greater

numbers. At times they nervously made their way through questionable areas,

unsure who, if anyone, claimed reign over the land.One day, feeling more angry than

hungry, the group was walking along a ridge of snow when one of their number

let out a yelp before disappearing under the thick layers of accumulated

flakes. They all turned to see what had happened, half fearing some sort of

ambush."Chartok!" the leader called down

the narrow sinkhole that had suddenly opened up."I'm fine. The damn snow gave way.""Can you get out, or do we need to

dig you out?""I don't know. This hole goes all

the way into the ground. Do you think I should see where it leads?""Why? With the entrance covered

over it can't hold any prey."Chartok's voiced grew to a whisper.

"No, but I think something else is down here. Be quiet a moment."Arto didn't like to be told what to

do, but he understood that a bunch of silly yammering was hardly a stealthy

method for investigating a situation. He told the others to clam up. A moment

ticked by before they heard back out of the hole."Hey boss.""Yeah? What is it?""You really need to see this."Since the voice coming from the

hole held just a touch of awe to it, Arto decided that whatever it was, maybe

it was worth investigating. He was a little put out by the fact that his

pack-mate couldn't just say what he had found, but maybe it was of such

importance that he felt the leader needed to see it and decide what to do about

it.The moment he dropped into the hole

his hackles went up. The smell was familiar, and yet, he instinctively knew

that for the moment he was safe. It was dark, as holes often were, and his eyes

had to adjust after coming from above in the snow-reflected sunlight. He heard his fellow pack member first

before making out his dim shape in the gloom."Chartok, we shouldn't be in

here!""I get that boss, but think about

it. It's winter."He was sniffing the dank air. "This

is a bear den, and you know the trouble we've had in the past. If we get caught

in here...""Boss, relax. This isn't just any

bear den. This is Korani's place!"Arto jumped back a little. "Is she

here?""Of course she is. What else do the

big dumb brutes do during winter?"He fought down panic. Chartok was right.

Bears all hibernated during the long cold season, sleeping the deep sleep to

conserve their energy. No one ever had the nerve to disturb one before. It was

difficult to say what this big bitch would do if she was awoken in some

unceremonious fashion."Let's get out. I'll not have

anyone under my protection getting killed because you fell down a stupid bear

hole.""But boss," whined his subordinate.

"Bears sleep the sleep of the dead. Legend says that nothing can wake them

until spring thaw!""I don't want to find out! Now let's

go!""Boss, wait. Think this through.

She's here all by her lonesome. We have an opportunity we shouldn't ignore."Arto thought it over. "Look. I

don't like Korani, but I'm against killing and eating another meat eater. She

may be big, stupid and mean, but killing her in her sleep is repugnant to me.

She deserves a better death than that."He could almost hear Chartok's eyes

rolling in his head. "No boss. We can catch game like always. This here den of

hers is pretty big. With all of us in it, there would still be room for more.

So it'll provide plenty of protection when we need it.""It still sounds risky. What if she

wakes up?""She won't. They never do, which is

why they tend to hide their dens pretty good. But you still aren't seeing the

big picture boss.""Enlighten me." By this time it was a little easier

to see into the recesses of the carved out hollow. There in the back of it,

sprawled out on her back, was the great she-bear. She hardly seemed to be

breathing, and she was as unmoving as the carcass of a fresh kill. Her great

bulk was as big as a mattress, and as warm and inviting as a bed of moss during

the summer.Chartok crawled between her massive

legs, grabbed her haunches and began humping away. Arto nearly screamed, but

wisely backed away to be out of the main part of the den when she came too. He

was far enough away to feel moderately safe, and watched in fascination as his

friend railed away on their biggest foe's crotch. After several minutes, during

which time he had to field questions from those who remained above, he found

that bears did indeed sleep the sleep of the dead.And the worst part was, he was

getting horny watching the other having the time of his life. It might be a

terrible idea, but for the moment, he could find no strong case against it."Hey! Get your asses down here.

Chartok made the discovery of a lifetime."They dropped down one at a time,

sniffing he air and getting the mixed odors of their foe comingled with the

obvious smell of sex. It didn't take long for the entire group to go through

the stages; fear, acceptance and a sudden willingness to stick their engorged

cocks in this huge hunk of flesh. A few even mentioned killing her afterwards,

but Arto quieted those remarks."Don't be stupid boys. She'll be

out for the entire winter, or so I've been assured. I say we let her sleep her

sweet winter's sleep, and we can come and go as we please. With any luck, we

might not even care about our own kind when spring rolls around."Chartok was barely listening to his

boss. He had yet to find a mate during his short adult life, so this was his

first real time with a female of any sort. Despite his knowledge that she was

out cold, the whole thought of nailing a dangerous beast like Korani had made

his cock painfully hard. And despite her great size, her hole was remarkably

tight. The pointed tip of his cock had slipped in with no trouble, but when his

knot seized up, he knew that had she been awake, a massive roar would have

escaped from between those ferocious teeth.His toenails dug into the dirt, and

his fingernails raked her hips as he put forth every ounce of effort he could

muster. And through it all, her breathing never once altered and her body never

twitched. If this was the way it was going to be then the boys where only going

to regret the coming of the winter thaw and nothing else.Chartok pounded away on the hulking

form for an hour, blasting dose after dose of wolf cum into the body of their

affirmed foe. His friends soon got irritated with him until he pointed out that

the bear had more than one hole. Arto climbed up on her face, not without some

trepidation, and slipped his cock past those formidable teeth. Her jaws were as

limp as an autumn leaf, and in no time his hips were a blur as he face-fucked

Korani until he ran out of energy and cum.When he finally slid off of her

muzzle, her face was dripping with white, frothy cum.After that there was a pause as the

group worked to reposition her somewhat onto her side, opening up a third spot

to work over. One member of the pack took over her cunt, while another lubed

himself up with some salvia and penetrated her tail hole. His grunt was one of

complete satisfaction."Goddam! I could get to liking this

a lot!"Never in the history of ursine kind

had any bear consented to having a cock in each hole, and even more

importantly, a cock capable of expanding to the size a wolf's did. Both males

went a little crazy, working in tandem, exerting their sexual energy coupled

with the deep anger they had towards their sworn foe. They didn't hate her

exactly, but they understood that she was superior to them in many ways.But they didn't hibernate.She did.Which gave their leader an idea."Hey! I say that we should keep

track of where she makes her den each winter. I could get used to doing this

too!"And it was agreed that they would,

as discretely as possible, stake her out every winter thereon, and after

suitable time had passed, make their way into her abode for a winter of titillating

fun. As for the present time, the boys

made use of Korani round the clock. Oh, they would have to stop to go hunting,

for now more than ever they needed food to maintain the large number of

calories they were burning. On the other paw, the den was nice and warm with

all of the bodies packed into it, and more so with all of the heat they were

making in their energetic activities with their unconscious playmate.Day after day they spent less time

patrolling and more time plowing into their newfound toy, knowing full well

that once the weather started to break, they were going to have to vacate her

den for good. Even then, a few discussed staying on, for it was known that a

springtime bear was weak and wobbly. But Arto squashed that idea.He was taking his turn on her ass,

working it in until his knot was positioned just inside her sphincter. He

groaned a little before he was able to concentrate on making words. "Look boys, as much fun as I think

it would be for her to be awake during all this, we need to be gone before she

knows what's been happening. If she catches on to even a glimmer of what we've

been doing, she'll hunt us down and kill us. So there'll be no pressing our

luck."He concentrated on what he was

doing. Her massive form hardly even moved as he put his best effort into raping

her ass. Even now, after weeks of abuse, it was as firm and tight as it was at

the beginning. He understood the boys' reluctance to leave before the last

possible moment."Oh, I guess it won't hurt to stick

around right up to the time she starts to recover. Lord knows I'll be missing

her to no end. Heck, if worse comes to worse and she wakes up in the middle of

something I guess  we'll move to another

location for the summer and come back in the fall."Chartok grinned. "What's the matter

boss, has our little pet become a bear necessity now?"Arto ginned from his position over

her stubby tail. "I couldn't bear to leave her for any longer than absolutely

necessary.The den was filled muted groans

from the others.Only someone with a grizzly sense

of humor found ursine jokes to be funny.