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Scooped Off Her Feet for Idesin by Draconicon

The otter didn't know why he'd brought the little mind control ring that Xavier had developed with him. It wasn't something that Idesin normally approved of, or something that he liked to use on others. Even after absorbing the power from several close friends - all voluntary, of course - he hadn't enjoyed using it on others.

But when he saw the goddess of a bear sitting at the bar, eyeing up males before dismissing them with a snort, the temptation to use it was stronger than ever.

Rotating the ring around his ring finger a couple of times, Idesin debated the morals of what he was about to do. Was it right to really put someone else under his control? Was it something that he should even think about, let alone do? After all, it was more or less slavery, and - aside from the willing, kinky stuff he got up to - he didn't approve of the idea, whether as a business or institution.

Yet...

Well, he'd be nice. He wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to do. After all, the otter was good with his mouth, and he was sure he could convince her once he got her attention. That was all he'd use the ring for. No more, he promised himself.

After taking a deep breath, the otter walked across the bar. A couple of drunken guys nearly knocked him down before he reached the other side, and as a result, he had to grab a napkin to wipe at a stain. Unfortunately, the big black bear turned his way while he was still wiping himself off. She smirked at him.

"Someone spill his juice?"

"Ha, ha, ha. No, I just -"

"I'm just fucking with you. Sit down."

Well, this could be easier than I thought, Idesin thought as he sat down. Maybe I won't need the ring, after all.

"So what's a scrawny little twig like you doing in a biker bar?"

Then again...

"I'm just waiting for a friend. Maybe trying to find a few new ones."

"Really? Looking to be someone's little 'doll'?"

He blushed at her knowing look, and shook his head.

"No, no, nothing of the sort. I'm not into...that."

"Really? You got the lips for it."

Oh god... His face was burning already, and a part of him - that small, nervous part that had never died through high school and college - just wanted to turn around and leave. Even though her tone was kind enough and more teasing than anything, he couldn't help but feel like he was wasting his time. Despite that, he swiveled around in his bar stool, turning to face her and offering his hand.

I'm better than that now. I don't have to just hide.

"Let's start over, huh? I'm Idesin."

The black bear looked down at his hand. Idesin forced his grin to stay strong, despite the difference between the two of them. She was taller than him by a good four inches, and thicker than him too, though that seemed more down to the species difference than anything else.

Please don't pound me into a pulp, please don't pound me into a pulp, he begged as he tried not to look down at her bountiful rack.

Finally, she took his hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Vera, freelance journalist."

He barely heard her name before he was reaching into her mind. The ring had connected their two nervous systems through the gold band, and he could look through it towards her mind. The simple touch was more than enough for him to see her natural proclivities, her needs, and her personality. Vera - what a nice name - was a take-charge bear, one that had lived on her own wits and words for nearly two decades. She was forty years old, and experienced enough to make the otter blush at her memories.

But it was the part of her that was a take-charge person that caught his mind. There was no way that she would be pushed down over a table or made into someone's bitch. The things that some had tried to get her to behave that way hadn't worked, and he could see the memories of various hospital bills cropping up from the bar fights that had started.

Well, I always did want to see what an older woman might know...

It didn't take much effort to re-route some of her thoughts. It was something that the ring did more than him, transmitting the changes he desired through her nervous system and into her mind. Xavier hadn't really explained how it worked, just promised that it wouldn't do any harm. He just hoped that the horse was right.

He let go, the whole exchange having taken perhaps three seconds at most. Vera's eyes glazed for a second before she turned away from him.

"So, uh, you know what I'm here for. What's a journalist like you looking for?"

"Heh, not much. Looking to forget the day for a while."

"Isn't that a bad thing for someone in your profession?"

She reached between her breasts - making him blush yet again - and pulled out a notebook. She handed it over to him, and he flipped a few of the pages. They were still warm.

"I write it all down before I get hammered. I'm not stupid."

"I...see."

"You got something to say there, little man?"

Idesin shook his head, putting the notebook back, only to see it disappear between her breasts again. He swallowed, gathering a bit of courage.

"Uh, if you want to forget something -"

"Idesin, you got something to say, spit it out or move on. I'm still working on the forgetting thing."

"You, uh, could come to the back with me..."

She spat out her drink, looking for all the world like a spit-take from a comedy show. The barman growled as he was covered in bear spit and beer, but Vera didn't seem to care a bit as she turned to face him.

"What was that?"

"I, uh..."

"Did you seriously just say I could have the 'pleasure' of fucking you?"

"Not like that, but -"

"You must think pretty damn highly of yourself if you think you can make a girl forget all about a bad day. Why? Think you'll just be a nice guy and I'll be perfectly fine?"

"Well, no. I was kinda thinking of something else."

"Buddy, you'd need to be packing more than ten inches down there for me to even consider you."

Ten?! What is this bear used to?

Vera pointed at the bar before he could say anything else.

"Well? You gonna stand up?"

"P-pardon?!"

"Up on the stool, otter boy. If you wanna make the claim, I get to examine the goods."

"Couldn't we just -"

"Up, boy."

She actually grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up. Despite her somewhat chubby build, she was surprisingly strong, and he was up on his stool before he could say another thing. Idesin blushed as she pushed her hand down on his crotch, fondling him in front of the whole bar.

Still, it was pretty darn awesome to see her eyes go buggy as she felt what he had to offer. Vera paused, her eyes wide as she pressed her hand against his cock, then looked up at him.

"That ain't real..."

"Uh, I don't know what you're used to, but I can assure you it is."

"Bullshit."

"I don't know how I can prove it to you, but -"

"You can prove it by whipping it out."

He didn't know how much more he could blush at the situation. He'd been hoping to get a lady that was well versed in the bedroom arts, maybe experienced enough to teach him a few new things. He didn't think he'd be asked to whip it out in front of an entire bar full of bikers and who knew who else. The idea of doing it, though...well, he knew what he had, and he didn't think anyone else here could match him. And he had to start doing better at not being shy sometime.

"Fine."

The otter pulled his zipper down and popped the button on his jeans. He was tempted to stop there, but there was a part of him that just wanted to go all the way. Before he could think to stop, Idesin forced his pants down to his ankles, and his underwear with them. He crossed his arms over his chest, his face bright red as everyone in the bar looked at him.

"Well? Good enough for you?"

The shocked look on her face was all he could hope for and more. Vera was completely slack jawed at his endowment, and as she stared at it, he could feel it growing. The ten inches hanging soft between his legs rapidly started rising up, and she watched it with the fascination he had hoped to see.

"See? I told you - oof!"

He grunted as she grabbed him by the legs and yanked him over her shoulder. His cock stuck between her arm and the side of her breast, and the otter blushed as his shaft was teased as she walked.

"Hey, where are we going?"

"You're coming with me."

"Yeah, okay, but where?"

"My back room. You're mine."

"Yours?"

"Yeah. I'm all stocked up on viagra and condoms, so you're staying back there for a week."

"A week?!"

"Yeah. That cock of yours is mine, otter boy. Don't think you're leaving this bear unsatisfied."

"Yeah, but...a week?"

"That's if you're good. If all you got is your cock size, I'm keeping you for a month."

What did I get myself into? the otter thought as they stepped through the door. Vera threw him down on a mattress, and just as he was getting up, he got hit in the face with her blouse, and then her bra. He barely had a chance to pull them down before realizing that she was already mostly naked, leaving her in just her panties. She looked up at him, and smirked, posing a bit.

"You like?"

"Uh...uh-huh...uh-huh-uh-huh..."

"Hehehe...you're going to be a fun toy to train..."

She leaped on the bed with him, her wet panties rubbing his hard cock. Even through her underwear, he could feel that she was a bit loose. No wonder she was looking for big cock...

"You ready for the ride of your life, otter-boy?"

"Yes, Vera."

"Heh. From now on, you call me Mamma Bear."

"Yes - mmph!"

He groaned, his cock sinking into her pussy as she slid her panties aside, allowing his cock in.

"Now...fuck me."

"Yes, Mamma Bear."

The End