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The fox sneezed as he trudged through the winter-dressed forest. He shivered in the blistering cold; his nose was stuffed tighter than the heavy backpack he carried with him. As his face grew numb from the chill around him, his mind raced back to how he ended up in this mess.

...

He came here with his fiancée. No... she would have been his fiancée. He was going to propose to her on this romantic camping trip in the Yukon. He had everything planned perfectly. He did not count on the wolves camping downstream from the area he had picked.

Yolanda, or Landa as she liked to be called, was a fox like him. She was so beautiful. They met in high school when they shared a table in chemistry class. They were lab partners and she was always so sweet to him.He did his fair share of the work; she was his emotional support. They both passed the class and started dating.

He thought she loved him. He took her up here to the Yukon to propose to her, then to finally lose his virginity to the vixen he loved, like the good Christian he'd been raised to be. Some wolves, all brothers, moved in downstream. He first ran into them while he was fishing. The three boisterous brothers each greeted him in French, before stripping down and then diving into the pond where they wrestled, fondled and disturbed all the fish.

The fox sighed, now he wouldn't catch anything to eat with them making such a general nuisance of themselves. He turned to leave when his girlfriend walked up."Landa?"

She held him, "Babe, you said food would be here faster than I can blink. I keep blinkin' and you ain't come back, I got worried."

"I was but these three guys keep making noise and scaring the fish." It was then the fox noticed the wolves had gone quiet.

He turned and all three were looking right at him, no right passed him.

Yolanda saw the three wild brothers looking right at her. She blushed and clung to her boyfriend. "Oh my..."

The fox guided his girl away, "Come on."

Later that night, the fox had succeeded in catching some quail and had roasted them on a spit over a fire while Landa watched. Both of them heard a twig snap, before three big dog faces came into the light of the campfire. It was the wolf brothers again.

The biggest and oldest of the three spoke as his younger brothers handed the fox two whole baskets of fresh trout. "We felt awfully bad for disturbing your fishing trip, friend, so we got all this for you."

The fox faked a smile, not liking the presence of these three around him, and especially not around his vixen."Thanks, that's real neighborly of you fellas."

Yolanda fanned herself despite the cold of this February night. "Well, why don't ya guys sit down, share some o' this nice fish with us. It's the least we could do for ya."

The older wolf tried to refuse, "No, no, we don't wanna impose."

The fox tried to agree, "Yeah, and it's getting late anyway."

Yolanda asserted herself, "It ain't that dark out yet, and we could stand to have some company, Babe."

The fox sighed, "Well, alright..." No sooner had he given leeway to the threesome than did the wolves make themselves at home.

The wolves brought beer from their campsite. Many jokes and stories were told between the foxes and the wolves that night. Much fish was eaten too and in that time the fox found himself warming up to the wolves, his girlfriend more so. By the end of night, both the fox and his girl were full on fish and alcohol.

The wolves bid them farewell and left. The fox went into his tent to sleep off all the beer, the next day, he would propose...

The following morning, he woke up with a splitting headache. He threw up all the fish and alcohol from the previous night. He groaned, "Oh god, Landa. My head feels like its been hit by a thousand hammers." Then he noticed the sleeping bag next to him was empty."Landa?" He changed into some clean clothes before he got out. This morning was especially chilly.

He shivered in his thick winter jacket as searched for his girlfriend. He found tracks leading away from camp. They were small, very consistent with the tiny boots she liked to wear. So she definitely wasn't dragged away. He followed the tracks through the woods. He took a branch to the face and it left a shallow, bloody cut on his right cheek. "Shit!"He was staggered by that hit.Still, somehow, he was able to track those tracks to another campsite. He sniffed the area, the winter cold dulled the smell but... this was the wolves' camp. He felt another shiver, and this time not from the cold.

The boot prints lead right up to a large tent where they disappeared... right next to some discarded lady's boots. He gulped as he suspected the worst. He tried to unzip the tent flap as quietly as possible and soon found himself staring right at naked wolf ass.

The oldest of the three brothers was naked, crouched behind an equally naked Yolanda, his cock buried in her asshole. Beneath her, the youngest of the three squished her tits while she rode on his wolfhood, trading between him and his brother while she had the third brother in her mouth.

The fox's heart dropped in that instant."How? How could you?"

All four occupants heard him. The wolves merely winked at him before they continued defiling his girlfriend.

The fox took out the engagement ring he was going to give her. "You whore..."Then, he threw it on the ground before storming off.

...

And this is how he got here, lost in the Yukon forest, his body exposed to the extreme temperatures. He was a city fox, he'd never gone camping, he'd never had to survive out in the wild. It was night again by the time he found an old, dusty wooden cabin in the middle of the woods. He hoped who ever lived there would be accommodating to a lost, cold fox like him. He knocked desperately on the door. "Hello?! I'm lost!Is there anyone home?" He quickly discovered the door wasn't locked.

Good common sense told him, you should never go into someone's house without their permission... but he was freezing his tail off out here! He went in.

Inside, the cabin was a quaint, homey setting. It felt warm and inviting. There was a fireplace, still burning. He followed his nose into the next room. This room was both a dining room and a kitchen.There were three bowls of varying size on the table in front of three chairs. He sniffed them. It was hot porridge with honey and berries. This felt too good like something out of a fairy tale. He licked his lips and without thinking, he sat down on the biggest chair and started eating from the biggest bowl. It was warm, creamy, so good, just like Mom's homecooking.

He burped happily after he finished that bowl. He smelled the other two bowls. They were getting cold... a real shame to waste all this good food.

After enjoying three bowls of porridge, the fox felt sleepy. He got up and decided to look for a place where he could lie down. He found the bedroom on the opposite end of the living room.

Just like there were three chairs, this room had three beds. The first bed was too big, he'd worry too much about if he rolled off during the night.The second bed had too many quilts... clearly a woman's bed. The third bed was just the right size for the fox. He pulled back the covers then climbed in.

...

Not even an hour later, the Three Bears came home from a last minute drive to the town doctor because Papa Bear got a splinter in his paw. His wife looked at him as their truck stopped. "All that fuss over a little splinter..." She shook her head at him.

The large bear pouted, "But it hurt..."

Mama Bear sighed then kissed him, "You big softie."

Their teenaged daughter, Heather got out of the truck. "I'll be inside while you two talk, I'm still hungry." She stopped at the front door. "Mama? Papa?"

Mama placed a gentle paw on her daughter's shoulder."What is it, sweetie?"

"Did one of you leave the front door open?"

Papa shook his head, "Heck no, we don't want a repeat of last time."

Heather shrugged as she nudged the door, "Well, it's open."

Both Mama and Papa traded glances. Papa shook his head, "Oh, if it's that little blond bitch again, I'm gettin' my shotgun." He pushed the door open then stomped right in. There was nothing in the living room. He went into the kitchen. He found the three bowls of porridge they'd left, all empty. "Goddamn it, I knew it!"

Mama groaned, "And I spent a whole hour making that stuff."

Heather sighed, "Told you we shoulda stopped at that Wendy's on the way back."

Papa turned, "Alright, she's took our porridge... try to remember what Goldie did last time."

Heather shrugged, "We found her in my bed."

He wagged a claw at her, "Right!" He pushed past his family and went to their bedroom.

In the bedroom, his bed was empty, Mama's bed was empty, but there was someone sleeping in his daughter's bed. He took his shotgun from behind his pillow then got ready to pull back the cover.

Mama and Heather stood together in the doorway."Be careful, honey."

Papa Bear scoffed, "Be careful?" He pulled back the covers and... it wasn't who he was expecting.He blinked before looking back at his family. "It's a fox!"

Heather came in and she saw the shirtless fox sleeping in her bed. "Oh, he's cute."

That incensed Papa Bear but before he could say anything the fox yawned.

He stretched and yawned. His eyes opened briefly before he went back to sleep. They opened right up when he realized he wasn't alone. He sat up and found himself staring down the unhappy end of a shotgun. "Um..."

Papa Bear growled, "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing sleeping in my baby girl's bed?"

The fox stammered as he tried to cover his naked chest. "Uh-uh, me? I'm Justin."

Papa gritted his teeth at him, "Justin... where'd you come from? There's no where in walking distance of this place."

He gulped, "I was camping with my girlfriend, I got lost.Your house was the first place I could find, I was so cold."

Papa growled harshly, "Didn't your mother teach ya not to come in someone's house when they're not in?"

Justin nodded quickly, "Yes and I'm sorry, but I had nowhere else to go."

The large bear wasn't convinced, "Why didn't ya just turn back and go to your girlfriend, eh?"

Justin blushed then looked away in shame, "Sh-she broke my heart."

Mama heard him as she rudely pushed her husband aside,"Oh, what a shame. Dear, leave the poor boy alone, can't you see he's upset?"

Papa sighed, "Fine." He lowered his gun which he just realized hadn't even been loaded. "Still don't give ya the right to break in to my home, but..." He scratched his neckfur, "I guess you could stay the night, but you're not using my baby's bed."

Mama helped the young male to his feet. "You can use our couch over in the other room. It's old, but it's comfy."

Heather watched the young fox as her mother led him out to the living room. She heard footsteps.

Papa frowned, "I just put the gun down, dear.Don't make me load it now." Then, he cracked a smile before scruffing her hair. "Get into your bedclothes, dear."

Heather giggled then went to the task of getting dressed for bed.

Mama tucked Justin into his temporary bed. "There, all snug like a bug in a rug." She wrapped him in one of her many quilts.She leaned down to kiss him like he were one of her cubs.

Justin blushed from the treatment. "Thank you, Missus."

She tilted her head, "And what are you thanking me for?

He smiled, "Your food, I know I shouldn't have eaten it, but I loved it. It reminded me of my mom's porridge."

She smiled then kissed his left cheek, "My own mama taught me to make porridge that way. I'm glad you liked it. Get a good night's sleep, you'll lose your mind when you've had one of my breakfasts."Mama Bear kissed him once more before she righted herself and then returned to her bedroom.

Her husband was already naked and laid up in his bed."Papa... it's bad enough you do that with your daughter here with us. It's another thing when we've got a guest."

The middle-aged bear shrugged while he scratched his junk, "Ah, it's only for this night, an' I doubt that boy'd be stupid enough to come starin' at my walnuts while I'm hibernating."

Mama shook her head, "Just don't go embarrassing yourself, dear." She put on her nightgown then got into her own separate bed. "Good night, Papa." She waited.

Papa kissed Mama on the mouth, "Good night, Honey Bear."He whispered.

Mama was fast asleep as soon as she hit the mattress.

Heather kissed her father, "Good night, Dad."She went right to sleep as well.

Papa smiled to himself as he looked at the two lovely sows in his life. He looked to the door, knowing their guest was in the other room. His smile diminished some until he rolled over and closed his eyes.

...

The next morning, Papa was the first up. Usually the bear slept in, as bears were apt to do, especially in these colder months. This morning, he got up, naked as usual. Even with his teenage daughter living in the same house, this old bear hadn't lost much of his old bawdy habits from his days as a bachelor.

The proud naked grizzly stomped noisily out of the bedroom and out into the den, having forgotten there was a fox sleeping there now.

The bear sat on his favorite couch. He noticed it was lumpier than usual, but he shrugged then stretched as he laid his full body on top of Justin.

Most unfortunately, Justin was awake the whole time. The skin beneath the fox's fur turned pink with embarrassment at having a full-grown male not only sit on him, but then use him as a living mattress. On top of all that, the bear was naked! Justin tried desperately to awake him, "Um, Mister Bear?"

Papa Bear was dead to the world... most of him was. The bear began to growl in his sleep and Justin didn't have to guess it wasn't a warning growl.

Meanwhile, Mama woke up. She straightened her nightgown before she stood. She shook her husband's bed to wake him only to realize it was empty. "Walter?" She said with worry in her voice. Then, she heard the growling from the other room. She blushed. They weren't the scary growls, they were the one Papa made during...

"Judith..." Papa whispered his wife's name as he lewdly ground himself against the unlucky fox beneath.

Justin's face was redder than the ripest tomato by this point. He'd been raised to be a good, straight Christian boy. Oh, if his mother saw him right now beneath this bear, his pants wet from the larger male's pre, she'd lose her mind before he could try to explain.He was ever more ashamed that his own body reacted so... positively to the closeness. He looked up and felt even worse.

Mama Bear watched, one paw over her muzzle as she saw her slumbering mate grind his drooling malehood against their young guest.When she saw the fox look right at her, she had to stifle her giggling long enough to wake her husband. She shook the drooling bear, "Walter!

Papa snuffled awake when the foreign paw touched him. He opened his eyes and saw his wife standing by the couch, fully dressed in her nightgown.He looked down and looked directly into the eyes of the fox, Justin.

Justin gulped, "I know how this looks, Mr... But I swear I'm not like that."

Papa's pupils shrunk before he looked down between himself and the fox, saw what he'd done with the fox.

Both males were distracted by bright flash.

Mama stood with a camera she'd managed to collect. "Now there's something for the storybooks." She grinned.