The early fall morning was almost cold as Dylan stretched with an arch of his back, spreading his fingers with a small flex and bowing his back backwards as far as it would go. It was early enough that there was still a bit of frost on the ground where shadows hid it from the rising sun and his breath puffed out and fogged the air in front of him. He was normally one of the first up in the morning, he had been striving to do that ever since he had become old enough for his mother to begin grooming him for his eventual role in their village.

Tol’Dir had always been a more primitive society, he knew that, but he also took pride in it. He had seen the soft cities and shunned them, who would want to live stuffed into stone buildings one on top of each other. He had been amazed that they bought their food at a market, no one really tried to do any hunting for themselves. Of course, they were as placid and predictable as the horses they rode and the oxen that tilled their fields, not like his people.

His mother, Nadine, had always told him that the Tol’Dir had been born and come from Aylin, the Bear Goddess. The old legend talking of the mighty ursine deity as giving birth to their first warriors, the blood of the bear racing through their veins. He had embraced that whole heartedly, feeling a thrill of pride of who he was, who his people were. That one day he would be able to lead them all as the first born child of Nadine, the current leader.

“Stop blockin’ the way.” Meera’s voice was sleepy and annoyed from behind him.

“Sorry, little sister, thought you’d be still asleep.” He teased lightly and moved to one side to let her pad out of their shared home. “You don’t normally like to be up this early.”

“Who could sleep with you stomping around? You’ll never be a warrior if you can’t learn stealth.” She responded and he snorted, trying not to let her needle him.

He never won when Meera got him riled up, she always knew exactly what to say to get a reaction from him, and lately he had been trying to do better since he had gotten into trouble. He knew that his outbursts were giving him a bad reputation, and his mother had had more than a few talks about how he needed to be more mature than his younger sister. No one seemed to think that Meera needed to be the one to do better, she was several years younger and he often felt like she was being babied by everyone.

When they had been younger, they had had a friend Ayi that had been a good buffer between them. She had been one of the many children in the village, but she had happily formed a bond with both him and Meera. They had all had such fun growing up, though he always got the feeling that Ayi preferred Meera, she had also worked as a bit of a peace-keeper between them. It was only when they had gotten a bit older that they had joined together teasing him, it had almost been a relief when they’d drifted apart as they’d gotten older and they all had their own responsibilities.

Instead, he ignored her and stepped to one side, hearing the low rumble and grunts that came from one of the low hanging pines. He didn’t have to look to know that a bear was probably eating there, bears were a part of their lives, after all. They were the only people in the known world that lived side by side with bears fearlessly. They were trained as war-mounts and carried their supplies, their cubs were frequently raised up side by side with their own children as they bred lines that were larger and heavier than any wild bear.

“Stop starin’, yer not gonna get a bear that way.” Meera poked at him as she gave a lopsided smile. “You know better.”

“I’ll get one soon enough.” He said stiffly and then twitched his lips up in a smile. “After all, you know Mom says that I’m going to probably be matched with a big boar. A full grown one, not even a cub.”

He couldn’t help but brag about it, most young warriors were matched with young bears that were just leaving cub-hood and raised up together, but something his Mom had said had made him think he would be different. His father had his first mount a fully adult male bear that had chosen him when he had lost his current rider to battle, it was a famous story, people talking in hushed tones. It was one of the reasons that the man had been a legend in their tribe, one that made him yearn to be worthy of following in his foot steps.

“Nu-uh, you’re just twisting her words, she said it would be nice if you showed as much promise as Dad, but I don’t see it.” Meera said and tossed her braid over her shoulder.

He flushed hotly at that, watching as she almost skipped away from him, almost seeming to show off the fact that she had recently been allowed to wear supple leather pants and a matching vest. She was no longer in the skirts of a little girl, and that seemed to have made her a bit more spicy than he was used to dealing with. He tried not to grind his teeth, and instead reminded himself that she was still a little kid, no matter that she was wearing more adult clothes.

Of course, her new clothing showed off just how athletic she was, even with the hint of softness growing as she moved closer towards womanhood. She was taller than he was, not by much, but it was a fact that she lorded over him. She was well muscled, her long legs making her fast and agile so that he was starting to worry she might actually beat him in some of the wargames that he went through. It would be another year until she was old enough for that, but she was obviously taking after their mother.

“I’m just like Dad, ask anyone.” He said as he followed along behind her, trotting a bit to catch up. “I’m doing better every day.”

“They probably just feel sorry for you.” She called back and turned around so that she was walking backwards, her eyes twinkling a little bit. “They’re just waiting for a better heir to come along, someone that can at least hold their axe the right way.”

“Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” He burst out loudly, he couldn’t stop himself, as his cheeks flushed a deep red and someone glanced up and frowned at him.

He hated when that happened, but Meera only started to giggle at him in delight that she had riled him up so that someone noticed. He knew that he was getting a reputation, he hated it, but even when he knew what she was doing, he just couldn’t stop from letting himself get egged on. He hunched his shoulders a little and tried not to acknowledge anyone looking at him with disapproval and picked up his feet to catch up with his little sister.

They both had chores, no matter that he was the ‘heir’, it was expected that they would know everything about their village. It was supposed to be because Aylin had gifted their lineage above the rest of the tribe, blessing them with an understanding of their ursine companions and a closer bond to them. He was supposed to also know all about the people he was one day going to rule, and his sister had always been partnered with him, a fact she used to torment and tease him.

_Not today, that’s the last dig she gets in on me! _ He thought furiously as he followed her to where they were supposed to split firewood.

Well Meera was supposed to work with the firewood, he was going to work with his battle axe and the fact some wood would be cut was just a byproduct of his training. Meera would be the one to stack and gather the firewood, though he wished she would just find something else to do. Still, it would give him a chance to prove to her that he was advancing in his training, excelling in it even!

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Meera knew that her brother was frustrated that she had been needling him, but she couldn’t help herself. It was just so fun to see him get flustered, or having an outburst in front of adults. It was just funny to see how easily he got worked up, and he had ended up earning more than a few punishments since she was younger and he was supposed to be the one that was mature enough to control himself. The fact he wasn’t, solidified her own desire to be in his place, to be the heir.

It was something that had started slowly when they’d been younger, when she had first started beating him in some of the silly games they played. The moment she had become agile than him, it had started as a small twinge of jealousy. She began to think of herself as his superior, and that was only reinforced the more she grew up. She found herself lingering over those ideas until it became more and more of a game to get her brother roused and worked up.

“You’d better get the wood stacked, I have practice to do.” Dylan said with just a little hint of superiority.

“You mean you gotta try and hit something other than the ground with your ax.” She said with a giggle and moved to where the wood had been left in a pile. “Or maybe you should grab a hatchet, not a battle axe.”

“I’d be just as deadly with that as I am with my battle axe! You wouldn’t know that though, you’re just a girl!” He burst out angrily, and Meera held back any reaction as Nadine was clearly in view.

It was always fun to see him stick his foot in his mouth, it wasn’t because he wasn’t smart, he was just so easily worked up to the point that it was clear he wasn’t thinking. The moment he got the last words out their mother’s attention fixed on them and her eyes narrowed. Meera had to struggle not to grin as the formidable woman came stalking towards them, her body hugged with taut polished leather that clung to her curved body. Her breasts rising and falling with her anger as she reached out and caught Dylan by the ear.

“What did you say?” She demanded while Meera watched her brother squirm and let out a rather humiliating squeal. “What about girls?”

“M-mom! I’m sorry, I just.. Meera was being… Ow!” He yelped as she twisted his ear just a little bit.

Nadine had never been a rough or vicious with her children, but she was firm, and seeing her older brother squirming and red faced was delightful. He was trying to explain why he had said what he’d said, but Nadine only let out a huff and boxed his ear firmly. Her voluptuous form dwarfed her son, the sweep of her curved hips and the toned stomach briefly visible as her leather top raised up when she stepped backwards.

Dylan grabbed his ear and rubbed it, looking embarrassed and ashamed, his eyes flicked down towards the ground as if he wasn’t sure just where to look. She sidled up a bit closer beside him, widening her eye in practiced innocence, something that her brother had never been able to manage. He would have probably gotten in less trouble if he could have mastered a better innocent look.

“Sorry, Mom, I think I just needled him a little. He’s so touchy lately.” She said and gave Dylan a sidelong look. “I just thought he needed to work more with his battle axe.”

“Th-that’s not what you said!” He burst out, his ears even going a bit redder and the cheeks were even flushing. “Mom-“

“Enough!” Nadine said and lifted her hand up to stop any more protests. “You’re older, you need to be able to keep your temper. And she is probably just trying to help you. You need to work a bit more with your battle axe.”

Dylan shot her a look, but he only nodded his head up and down shortly, and she found herself wanting to grin ear to ear. It was just another reason she felt that she belonged in his role, she was obviously better able to keep control of herself after all. Sometimes she wondered if there was a way for her mother to overlook her older brother and name her to be heir. She remembered when she was younger talking to her childhood friend Ayi about it, wistfully talking about wanting to take on that role.

She didn’t think it was silly.. She thought and shifted her weight a little as her mother reached out to playfully ruffle her hair.

“And you, take pity on your brother.” She admonished with a slight serious tone to her voice. “I don’t want your poking at him until he blows up.”

“Yes, Mom.” She agreed, ducking her head as if she felt bad about it, but her eyes slid towards Dylan and she smirked just a little bit.

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Dylan tried to forget that his mother had rebuked him, doing his best to act as though there were nothing different about today than any other day. Every time he got in trouble he resolved to do better next time, but somehow she just knew how to press his buttons. It meant that he started out his day working out with frustration, swinging the axe and setting to work on the set up of logs. He tried not to feel his sister watching him, her grin a wide mockery that made him flush even hotter, swallowing a lump in his throat to stop himself from saying anything more.

He struck with what he thought were strong and accurate blows, using the moves that he had been training with. Meera didn’t have to do this yet, she wasn’t old enough, which was probably why she felt that she could try and call him out. When she was finally going through real training, that was when things would turn around. He smiled just a little as he imagined seeing Meera going through the same training he was going through and felt a little satisfaction in it.

“You’re not hitting the mark.” Meera chirped up brightly, looking up from where she was picking up a load of wood in her arms.

“I am too!” He snapped, but even as he said it, he hit the log again, and went high above the mark. “Not that time, but before!”

“Suuuuure.” She said and dropped the wood in the cart, her eyes dancing merrily. “Better not let Mom see, she might be embarrassed for you.” “She would not!” He snapped, feeling the heat flushing to his cheeks, confusing emotions rising as he thought about his mother.

Meera was pleased looking and she kept making small comments as she stacked up the wood, all of them aimed to chip away at his confidence. He found himself swinging the axe faster, sweeping it to one side and then the other. He knew he was good at this, he wasn’t the best, but that would take time and effort, which he knew he could do. He felt a little more confident as he let himself flow into each hit, the axe striking down time and time again.

Eventually Meera mostly paid attention to her work, but he was aware that she was enjoying the fact she had started the day teasing him. By the time he stopped, he was breathing hard and sweat trickled along the line of his brow while he wiped it off. He needed to prove to her that he was worthy, part of him knew that he was being silly, it was only Meera, but the rest of him felt like he would need to do something. Anything. It was an itch that he couldn’t scratch.

“Guess I’ll practice more advanced moves.” He said loudly as Meera passed by him with a smug little smirk on her face.

“Oh good, then I’ll know what not to do when I’m learning.” She said brightly, not at all taken aback.

Dylan gave her a glare and then made a show of picking out one of the targets. They were set up against the side of one of the lodges, round cuts of wood that could take the abuse of an axe being thrown into it over and over again. He felt a bit more secure as he eyed the one that was set near the back of the lodge, the furthest of the group. He knew he could hit it, but the important part was going to be making sure that he made it dead in the center.

He moved to one side and picked up the lighter axe that was meant for throwing, it was one of his prized possessions with a bear cut right into the handle. He shifted the weight of it and set his sights on the marker, narrowing his eyes just a little bit as he moved one hand out to keep the target in line with the throat. He had made it any number of times, and he knew exactly how to be sure that it flew true.

“DON’T MISS!” Meera called out, as if she were cheering him on, but she said it just as he began the throw.

He jerked and it spun out of control to one side, a sure miss and he swung around to curse at his little sister. As he turned, he heard the thunk of the axe hitting wood and the clang as it hit something harder. The sound of it made his shoulders bunch up in guilt and his eyes swung back towards the side of the lodge. It hadn’t hit the target, it had flown wide and instead hit the pole that was set up behind the ceremonial lodge.

It was a piece of massive cedar that had been cut down and dried hundreds of years ago, carved over generations so that it was the shame of a bear that was reared up on her hind legs. Aylin’s head was tipped back and her jaws were parted in a fearsome roar, though her forepaws were dropped down to wrap around a pair of cubs. The balance of battle goddess and matron blending together beautifully to show who and what they worshipped. And the ax had struck the perfectly carved muzzle, splitting it until it hit the polished stone teeth.

“Oh…shit..” He breathed out with a jolt, blood draining from his face as the muzzle slowly cracked and gave way, the weight of the axe dropping down from the disfigured carving.

“Dylan..” Meera’s voice was actually horrified, moving up beside him as he stumbled towards the pillar. “Y-you broke Aylin!”

“I didn’t mean too!” He burst out, feeling as though he were a child again, desperate to prove that this wasn’t his fault. “You yelled!”

“You’re supposed to be able to ignore distractions!!” She protested, her voice sounding accusatory and he flinched as he remembered bragging all about his training. “Oh you’re going to be in so much trouble!”

The pillar had come through many moves and battles, it had never been truly damaged, only having a few scrapes to show where it had been worn. Nothing like the muzzle that was chopped away from the impact of the axe. He was shaking a little bit, reaching down to pick up the broken muzzle and flinched as he saw the polished stone teeth had been broken in several places. The chunks of splinters that stood out were damning, making his heart race as he turned it about, hoping to find a way to repair the damage.

Meera reached down to pick up the axe and wrinkled her nose a little as she looked up at the statue. The ruined face looked horrific, and his heart sank as he imagined telling his mother what had happened. She wouldn’t just be disapproving, she would be angry. He couldn’t imagine what she would say, and his heart was starting to pound faster, racing until he was barely able to think.

“I.. it was an accident…” He mumbled under his breath again, swallowing the lump in his throat.

As he took a step back, trying to figure out what he was going to do, there was a crash in the woods just beyond the pillar and he froze. He imagined his mother coming out of the woods, it would have been just his luck, but there was no human in the dark undercast of the woods. Instead, something like shadows built there, gathering and the leaves were swaying as they gradually pulled together to form the outline of a bear. The air wavered and he took another step back, nearly falling over his own feet as there was a low growl that vibrated through the fall morning.

-Accident?- _ A voice seemed to come from inside of his mind and all around him as the outline of the bear reared up and towered far above both of them. _-ACCIDENT?! You have defiled my image!-

_ _

“Ay-Aylin..” Dylan stammered the words, his breathing coming out faster as he dropped down, knees hitting the ground. “M-my g-goddess, forgive me!”

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Aylin kept her form mostly hidden from the brother and sister, letting them only see the outline of the bear she could become. They were familiar to her, these two, direct descendants from her own bloodline and she had been drawn to them from the time they had been quite young. She had frequently inserted herself into the lives of her descendants, but she had become more than just a formless being watching them with these two. With them, she had taken on a guise to actively interact with them.

It was a fond memory being a human with them, playing games and learning together, a fondness that had made her keep a closer eye on these pair than she ever had to her other descendants. Dylan had always been sweet to her, she had played the part of a foundling and he had been kind and gentle with her. He had treated her like they were as close as siblings, teasing and teaching her, it had been endearing enough that she had found herself quite taken with him.

_-You have violated my image. Your ancestor!- _ She roared out in their minds, watching as Dylan lifted his eyes towards her, the fear shifting more towards a brash courage that she remembered from his youth.

He is a handsome young man… She thought as she eyed his quivering form, the terror that was tempered with courage. He would make a more handsome bear.

_ _

Meera had been closer to her in friendship, the young girl reminded her that her bloodline was still strong. The girl had a fire to her, a fierce desire that she would be more than just Dylan’s younger sister. She could recall a long evening when the girl had revealed to Aylin that she knew that she was destined for more. It had been there that she realized that Meera wanted to take her brother’s place, thought she would be better at it.

Aylin had agreed, how could she not? She had encouraged the girl in the goal, subtly reinforcing that desire as she had told her that she could see Meera being the heir. That she could imagine her strongly growing up to be like her mother, to be like Aylin. Of course, that had been partially because she had begun to form an idea that perhaps it was time for her to further her own bloodlines. Over time, they had thinned, fresh blood would do so much more to further her people.

“I did not mean to, please, forgive me. I was trying to be a worthy of being a warrior such as you taught us to be, Aylin.” Dylan said, leaning forward with a small bow, lowering his head down. “I will carve it anew, I will make it more fearsome, more beautiful!”

If it had been anyone else, Aylin wouldn’t have appeared, she might have punished them, but it would have been mild. Cubs were cubs, they were bumbling and she understood accidents happened, but this gave her a chance she had been waiting for. A retribution that wouldn’t be questioned by anyone, a punishment that would give her a chance to have a renewed bloodline. And open the way for Meera….

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-But you have still committed blasphemy, humiliated my bloodline!- _ Aylin’s words were like thunder, the hint of a bear’s roar behind them as he felt his heart hammering in the back of his throat. _-This cannot go unanswered!-

_ _

“I agree!” Meera burst out, his sister still standing, her eyes fixed on Aylin and were bright with devotion and delight both.

He could hardly believe she was looking like that in the face of a goddess that was full of rage. Then again, the bear wasn’t looking at his sister with rage, the outline of the form shifted and he saw the blur of the trees through her shape. It dizzied him as she dropped down to all fours, and he could just barely see the ghostly image of her ears, her head as she let out an angry huff of air, stepping forward. There was no crackling of branches, no rustling branches, just the shape coming closer and closer to him.

-You will be reminded of how sacred my bloodline is.- _ She rumbled into his mind and came so close that if she had been real he would have felt the hot breath blasting over him. _-You will be brought back to where you began! You are no longer my heir!-

_ _

The last words came with a feel of heat pouring over him, blasting so sharply that he found his breath catching in the back of his throat and he jerked backwards. Glowing gold eyes opened up right in front of him and suddenly the outline of the bear crashed against him, through him, making him fall back on his ass as Meera jerked to one side. Her eyes a little wild as Dylan thrashed to one side, trying to roll over to get up onto his hands and knees.

Even as he did so, there was a split that ran across the line of his shirt, making him spasm a little bit as he realized that the world was starting to change. Colors were fading, others were growing brighter, everything toning down as his vision blurred and he experienced a small ache forming just behind his eyes. It was nothing compared to the way his body was starting to strain and stretch, the split of his shirt tearing away the careful stitched leather his mother had made him.

“MEERA!” He called out wildly, rolling his eyes towards his sister as she stepped back and watched him with a small little smile on her face. “Hhelp!”

“How can I help? You’re the one that messed up.” She responded snidely, smirking just a little to herself. “Aylin punishes how she wants.”

There was laughter in that voice, and Dylan opened his mouth to protest, but what came out a was a groan as he watched thick fur starting to slide forward over the back of hands. He jerked them up, staring as the thick plush coating spread further up the length of his wrists and trailed between his fingers. His nails were starting to grow thicker, darkening as they went and he let out a sound of denial and fear as the tips were growing larger and curling downwards.

He let out a guttural noise, shifting his weight forward with a small flex of his fingers down against the ground. His back was arching up, his ribs were growing larger so that that fabric couldn’t contain him as he panted and felt more fur starting to chase down the curve of his back. There was no denying that it was covering him, so heavily that it was starting to chase away a glimpse of his skin.

“Aww I should probably help you a little.” Meera said as he tried to stand up again, his shirt tearing again along one side of the seam.

He felt a surge of hope at that, shifting his eyes up towards her as his nose started to bulge outwards. The skin was stretching and straining, his nose starting to grow broader as his little sister walked up beside him and gave his shoulder a pat. He wasn’t even sure what Meera could do to help him, but he did know that he was desperate to stop the transformation that was starting to spread down his body. The chasing movements slipping further down the length of his hips before his sister grabbed his shirt and undid the buttons of the leather.

Before Dylan realized what was happening, she was stripping his shirt off of his growing chest and back. His shoulders were rising up, muscles forming beneath the thick heavy fur that raced down the line of his back. He choked out and panted, his tongue tip just barely pushed out from a muzzle that was pushing out from his face. His nose began to grow broader, the scents on the air were growing sharper and he felt a wave of dizziness start to crash over him.

“You’re not gonna need pants anymore, yanno.” Meera said and then giggled. “Though it’s getting fat so I guess you couldn’t even find pants to fit you now.”

“RRROWWWR?” Dylan tried to ask, but he let out a roar that broke free from his parted muzzle.

His teeth were growing larger, more ursine as the hands gripped the band of his pants and gave a rough yank backwards. She tsked softly to herself and then gripped the other side, giving it a rough twist and turn that caused him to drop to his side. He felt unbalanced, his legs were aching while his hips were twitching and growing larger, more fur chasing down his lower stomach. He let out a guttural moan, the sound breaking free loudly while his sister reached down to untie his pants.

He tried to push her hand away, but as he lifted up his hands, he realized that they were paws. There were pads forming along the palm and his nails were growing darker and the fingers stiffer. He stopped himself from swatting his sister’s hands, not wanting to hurt her, but he was humiliated as she undid his pants and then started to drag them downwards with a series of little pulls and tugs. There was more of the creamy light tan fur growing along his lower belly, even his legs, but he was trying to hide his nudity from his sister.

“That’s better, no one wants to see a bear waddling around with pants.” Meera said with a little giggle, leaning back on her legs as she gave his hip a small poke.

Bear?! He felt slow and stupid as he realized what was happening, still trying to deny it as more of the fur spread down along the curve of his ass. It was a dark blonde, tipped with darker reddish colored guard hairs, that ran down the curve of his shoulders and sides. His ears twitched as he tried to roll over again, but the movement swung his legs with a small kick as he caught sight of a set of dark heavy orbs that were growing obscenely large. The flesh stretching and darkening while the pink of his cock was darkening into a deeper red.

Meera seemed obscenely interested in his changes, moving in front of him and sliding her hand out to smooth along his shoulder. The touch made him flinch, making him want to hide himself, but he couldn’t look away as his cock tip became thicker and darker. The skin grew glossy, the tip tapered as there was a trail of wet looking flesh twitching against his underside as his legs became larger, and thicker.

“Aww isn’t it gonna get bigger? Aylin must have been really angry at you.” Meera said and leaned forward to tap a finger right on the tip of a cock that was being swallowed with a loose fleshy sheath.

The swell of his balls made his cock look even smaller and there was a grin on his little sister’s face that made him ashamed. He hunched his shoulders while he struggled to cover himself, his body growing larger, heavier, relieved, almost, that his sister had stripped him of his clothing. His stubby red cock tip was soon swallowed in the sheath, but there was no hiding the bulbous swollen balls that were hanging down between his legs. He tried his best to cover himself, but he could feel Meera’s eyes on her fixating on him.

He folded back rounded ears to his head, pinning them down flat while he hunched his shoulders a little bit while he experienced another twinge of humiliation. He rolled and let out a grunt and then a guttural noise in the back of his throat. The movement rolling about awkwardly as he tried to get himself up, straining slightly while his breathing came out in a short groan as four legs gathered up beneath his body. He had to roll forward to get up and Meera tsked a little bit to herself.

“At least you have pretty fur.” Meera said as if that were some sort of blessing, her hand patting his thick shoulder. “I guess that’s something at least!”

“Rawwwwr!” He lowed out the low cry, swinging his head towards his sister with wild eyes, trying to plead with her.

“Mom’s gonna have to be told, it’s not like I can just hide you.” She said thoughtfully and rocked back on her heels. “You got what you deserved. You had to go and deface Aylin that way! You’re lucky she didn’t do worse.”

_This is worse! _ He thought wildly and swung his head back and forth, opening his jaws with a low moan of denial.

“I guess she figured you’d just need a tiny prick as a bear, or maybe you always had a small dick? I should have looked…” She said thoughtfully, frowning a little bit. “Not that it really matters now, of course.”

She said the last in a matter of fact tone of voice, grinning a little wider before she moved to the side of the lodge. He didn’t know what she was doing at first, he was more concerned at the fact that he was hunched in the body of a bear. His ears twitched backwards, nervously letting out a groan as she returned with a thick heavy leather collar in one hand and a chain in the other.

He recognized the collar as the sort they used on bears that weren’t owned by anyone in particular. It was as wide as the palm of his hand, plain leather that had been riveted with metal to secure a thick buckle, sewn and reinforced so that no bear could easily free himself. A bear that was properly owned by someone would have a collar that was decorated and adorned to show their value and ownership, this was just the sort they used on bears that carried goods and supplies.

He wasn’t sure why that humiliated him so much, but he found himself folding his round ears back and letting out a protest while his sister walked up to his side. She undid the leather of the collar and wrapped it around his throat, the buckles being secured and tugged roughly into place under his throat.

“What? Do you wanna just waddle around without a collar? Or maybe I should go tell everyone that you angered Aylin?” She said and rolled her eyes. “You don’t want them seeing you like this, do you?”

Goddess no… He thought in horror, trying to imagine anyone seeing him like this, so he submitted to the collar being secured in place.

The heavy chain that was attached to the ring, the thick iron links dragging against the leather. They were made to withstand a real struggle, but now it just felt like another humiliation mounted against him while he dropped his head down towards the ground. His ears twitched to either side, swaying his head on his broad muzzle while his sister wrapped the chain around her forearm and gave it a firm tug forward. The light tug making him lumber forward a step and feeling another wave of humiliation burn through him as he was led forward.

“You better hope Mom has a way to get you to change back.” Meera said, but there was no real feeling as if she were hoping for the best. “C’mon, better get used to walking on all fours.”

Dylan had to lumber forward, swaying a little bit while his ears twitched to either side, his nostrils twitching and flaring as he managed to walk. He felt strange, his legs were straight, his back sloped forward slightly as his head swayed back and forth, doing his best to keep walking. He snorted out heavily, his nostrils flaring wide before he licked his broad lips with a roll of his tongue as they moved out from behind the lodge.

And behind them, Aylin watched and followed, lured with interest to see just what would follow with what she had done. It was more than time for her to become reacquainted with Meera, after all.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Nadine glared down at the boar that was hunched with shoulders that were rolled forward and his head dropped nearly to his forepaws. If it hadn’t been for Meera, she never would have realized who it was wearing the shape of the bear. He looked like so many of the other bears that were in the camp, young, but showing the bulk of adulthood creeping onto him. His fur a lighter color, with red guard hairs that left at rail down the ridge of his spine and down towards his tail. Even his eyes were now a different color, small in his broad face as they looked back and forth nervously.

She swallowed the surge of rage that rushed up the moment the story had been told, she had been a mother long enough to know that it wouldn’t do any good to rail and scream at him. She was more taken aback that he had been so disrespectful to Aylin as to destroy the carving that meant so much to all of them. She had thought she raised him better than this, but there was no denying the curse that had been placed on him.

“Do you have any idea how much time and pride went into creating that carving?” She asked sharply, the bitterness filling her words. “You were supposed to assume my role one day in front of it, and in a callously cruel moment you destroy it?!”

“I think he was trying to impress me with his throwing.” Meera commented from her perch on the edge of the table, swinging her legs back and forth. “I told him not to do it!”

“Rrrf!” Dylan answered with a rough loud sound in the back of his throat, swaying his head back and forth in denial.

“You should have showed restraint, how often do I have to tell you that you cannot let her needle you into anything? I just had this talk with you this morning!” She said and felt her disappointment weighing her down. “Do you even listen to me?”

“I don’t think he does.” Meera interjected happily. “I know I tease him, but I mean.. isn’t that what little sisters are for?”

“Did you even think what this would mean for me? That my son has been changed into… this?” She gestured and felt that deeply.

This is what it was, an embarrassment for herself since it was her son that had been changed into a bear. She could only imagine what Aylin must have thought to see her direct bloodline stripped down to this point. She had been so hopeful for him, she had been pleased that he had been making progress, but now she was faced with this disappointment. She grimaced a little as the bear swayed his head as if trying to say something, but the only thing that came from his muzzle were ursine sounds that broke free of the parted jaws.

Nadine knew that she could pray to Aylin, her bloodline always had a close tie to the goddess, and beg for her son to be changed back to a human. That thought didn’t bring her any relief as she grimaced, wincing as she thought about admitting that her son had done something so sacrilegious. It was beyond belief, and she felt her resolve forming as she walked around the bulky form of what had been her son.

Why should she humiliate herself because her son had done something so horrible? The entire village would know then, and she had no doubt that they wouldn’t be willing to follow him once they knew what he had done. She knew that Aylin would show him mercy…eventually, in her own good time. It would teach him a real lesson to be put to this point, to understand that he had to learn to control himself. That was why the goddess had done this, after all.

She sees us better than we see ourselves… She thought and licked her lips lightly before allowing a small tight smile to curl her lips.

“Since you have earned this punishment, I will not deny the wishes of

Aylin.” She said after a few moments, lidding her eyes as she considers

him. “It is clear that she is angry at you, but you are still alive, so she has a lesson you need to learn.”

“If he can learn it.” Meera put in and Nadine gave her a look so that she made a show of drawing her fingers across her lips as if locking them, but her eyes were twinkling merrily.

“I will do what she thinks you need… no, know you need.. you will be treated as any other young boar in our care.” She said and reached out to catch the hanging chain. “Let’s see just what she’s made of you.”

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan felt a wave of shame as his mother dismissed his predicament so easily, he could feel his cheeks going a deeper red as he struggled to say something in his defense. The only thing that came out were low ursine noises, grunts and growls, none of them human sounding and he was ashamed that he couldn’t make them understand what he was trying to say. He gave a little hunch of his shoulders as Nadine moved in closer and reached up to slide a finger along the length of his shoulder.

Meera was swinging her legs back and forth, her eyes so amused that he wanted to yell at her, his ears were even going red. She had enjoyed leading him through the camp, following behind her as if she had picked him out of the young bears that kept to the outskirts of the village. He had lumbered and tried to not fall over his feet, feeling as though everyone were staring between his hind legs as he was keenly aware of his swollen balls. It had been beyond humiliating, but this was even worse as his mother didn’t seem inclined to offer him help.

“She’s at least made you a good color, such a light color..” She said and silked her fingers down the broad curve of his shoulders, fingers curling downwards. “Though in spring and summer you’d probably look half naked, autumn and winter though, that’s not too bad.”

Her eyes were lidded a little bit while he shifted again and saw that his sister had jumped off her perch and was edging in closer. It was like she was enjoying seeing how uncomfortable he was being made to feel, but he couldn’t do anything about it. His mother actually reached down and dug her fingers into the thick coat and then squeezed, gripping into the actual skin so that he made a startled whoof sound.

She drew the skin upwards, her fingers digging down with a near bruising force as he dug his claws down against the ground before she gave a harder pull against it. He let out a grunt as he tried to stand up taller to ease the tug against his skin.

“Well, room to grow at least, though loose skin makes for good leather.” She said thoughtfully, and that seemed to only encourage Meera.

“Ohh he’d make a nice fur robe for you, Mom, especially with thick winter fur.” She cooed out while Nadine moved her hands down to either side of his cheeks.

“That’s sweet of you to think about.” She answered, as if she meant it and caused him to bristle and tremble a little bit. “Open!”

The command was the same one they gave all the bears when they wanted to look into their mouths or to release something they had ahold of such as attacking in battle. It was given in the same command, which made his eyes well with a few tears before he opened his mouth obediently, She actually gripped his lower jaw and peered into his mouth closely, making him want to look anywhere but at her. How could his mother treat him this way?!

“Oh look at how white those fangs are, they’d look perfect on a necklace, wouldn’t they, Meera?” Nadine said with a soft croon, sounding with a warm edge of pleasure to the tone. “It’s always nice when they’re not yellowed.”

“Aylin probably thought so too, wanted to make sure you had the best.” Meera giggled, her eyes sharp and fixed on him while his mother patted his lower jaw to allow him to close his mouth again.

Dylan grew more and more anxious as his mother seemed to be taking a keen interest in him, not just that he was transformed, but what it meant that he was changed into bear. He let out a noise in the back of his throat while she moved down to wrap fingers around the wrist of his foreleg and lifted it upwards. His paw was gripped, spreading the toes open wider with a slide and curl of the fingers pressed between his toes so that it was lifted up high and actually held in her lap.

“Not bad claws either, nice big foot and the fur is quite fine down here. Almost like a cubs.” She taunted and Dylan let out a deeper noise in his throat, trying to deny what she was saying.

She slid her fingers up and then started to curl the fingers around the area that his ‘wrist’ would have been. The fingers were squeezing tightly against him and seeming to measure as she did so, the examination making him tense miserably.

“I suppose you could even make good slippers with feet like these, quite warm with this soft fur.” She commented and Dylan let out a noise in the back of his throat.

He couldn’t believe that his mother was talking about him like this?! Dylan knew that he had done wrong hitting the carving, but this was above and beyond anything he had imagined would happen to him. He let out another guttural cry, the noise breaking free while she straightened up and moved her hand intimately along the curve of his chest. The dancing touch slipping up higher, moving with a small flex that caused him to jolt again as she cupped her hand up against his stomach.

To his horror, she wiggled the hand back and forth, finding the soft pouch of flesh that all bears had there and jiggled it about. He whimpered and shrank backwards as she gave another bump and pull backwards, the fingers fondling against the thick soft fur, but that wasn’t what she was really after.

“Well you might even be worth smoking if you’re this fatty!” Nadine exclaimed and Dylan let out a moan.

He tried to hunch back in on himself, his ears back while Meera moved closer behind her mother. She was watching him so closely as if she were watching something of intense interest before his mother let out a laugh. He shrank back on himself, trying to make himself as small as a large bear possibly could, which wasn’t terribly small. Nadine laughed loud and then reached out to slap his rump with the flat of her hand.

“Oh don’t act like that, I’m only teasing.” She said, though there was still an edge to her laughing voice that made him shift uncomfortably.

“Awww…” Meera said as if disappointed, leaning backwards against the edge of the table.

“Aylin has punished other sin the past for such profanities, but she can be forgiving.” Nadine said and straightened up while Dylan felt a wave of relief race through him. “If they can show they are truly sorry for what they’ve done, and make amends.”

_I’ll do anything! _ He thought and swallowed a lump in his throat, lowering his head down towards his feet again, trying to look repentant.

Nadine stood up and appeared to smile to herself, amused with that edge of anger that made him worry that she was trying to lull him into a false sense of security. Instead, she was giving her head a shake, dusting her fingers off against the taut leather pants, fingers rubbing up and down as if wiping off dirt. As if she had been handling a strange bear. That made him flinch with another surge of humiliation and embarrassment, lowering his head towards the ground.

“Not that you’ll regain your shape any time soon, you’ll need to wait for the first winter moon.” She advised in a firm voice, her brows pulling together with an edge of anger to it. “I had been wanting to ask for a blessing of fur and leather, we will need it to get through the cold months, but I will have to waste it on you.”

Despite her anger, Dylan felt a rush of relief that he was going to be changed back. He would make it up to her somehow, he tried to show that with his eyes since he couldn’t speak, but he felt the relief causing his muscles to relax. His mother must have seen that, her eyes immediately flashed with anger as she leaned forward above him, glaring down with a merciless expression on her face. It was the same look she had given more than one trespasser in the clan when they had broken their laws and he gave a step backwards, but she yanked his chain forward.

“So you will earn that forgiveness.” Nadine stated plainly, bitterly. “You will not be treated as a son of this clan, you will be treated as what you are. A bear. Property of the clan.”

“That seems fair.” Meera said easily, moving up beside her mother to look down with a little lift of a brow, that expression making him flinch.

“You will spend each day with no more and no less care than any other bear, driving home what lesson Aylin meant for you learn.” She continued on stiffly, her eyes not holding a hint of pity in them. “Meera, will you take on his care? I know it’s a lot of responsibility, but I think you may just be up to the task.”

Meera’s eyes got a look of glee in them and Dylan swallowed, not at all certain he trusted that expression, but there was little he could do about it. He hunched his shoulders and dropped his head slightly, nostrils flaring with a brief puff of breath as his little sister turned her gaze down at him. He tired to meet her eyes, but he looked away, feeling even more humiliated that his little sister was going to be the one that took over his care. It wasn’t fair!

“I can do that, Mom, I’ll take the best care of him you can imagine!” She promised earnestly.

“Not too good a care, this is a punishment. I want you to treat him just as you would any other bear.” Nadine said somberly and then broke into a slight smile. “You can have one of the sows as a pet as a reward. I know that’s not a battle mount, but you have earned it.”

Meera had been wanting her own pet for a while now, Nadine had always told her she was too young to be responsible for even a pet bear. The clan knew that the big ursines were tamed, but still dangerous and required an expert hand in caring for them. He seethed as his mother offering that to his sister, making him grunt in the back of his throat, but that only made his mom look back at him. Her eyes narrowed sharply and she reached down to grip the underside of his muzzle and pulled his head upwards to make sure he met her eyes.

“And you… take this lesson seriously. You only have yourself to blame, and if you don’t…” Nadine paused meaningfully. “Otherwise, I will have a nice new fur blanket to keep me warm this winter.”

~ ~ * ~ ~

Meera could hardly believe her luck as she left her mother’s lodge and pulled at the heavy chain that made Dylan lumber after her. He let out a noise, she supposed it was a protest, but she ignored it. The entire situation had gone so much better than she had dared dream as her mother as had given her charge of her brother. She nearly skipped her way towards the back of the lodge, hearing Dylan lumbering along behind her with a thud of his broad paws on the ground.

She took him to the area that was set just behind their home, where they kept most of the bears that were for their family’s private use. It was an area that was set back with trees and small lean-tos that were meant to simulate caves for them. There were heavy iron rings for chains and even pens that could be used to keep a wandering bear from going too far. It also had their small shelters used for their own bears, her mother’s mount sleeping lazily in the sun.

She had never had use for the pen outside of her own room, and she found herself quite pleased with the fact its first occupant would be Dylan. It allowed the bears to have access inside of a dwelling if they were allowed, but could be easily shut out if not. She pushed open the door to the fenced in area she had never used, dragging him through it while he let out a guttural noise and rolled his eyes up towards her with dismay on his long muzzled face.

“At least you don’t smell awful.” She said and made a show of sniffing the air. “I guess you can come in for now, until I figure out what to do with you.”

Do with him? She could only think about the fact that this was her chance to prove herself to their mother. Nadine had to have known that she would make a good heir, perhaps that’s why she was given the care of her brother, she was supposed to show what she was made of. She would make sure that she kept treating him like a bear, punishing him the way he deserved to be punished.

She was pushing open the sliding door to her room as Dylan lumbered behind her, but as she did so, she saw that her room wasn’t empty. Instead, a bear was waiting there, sprawled with complete and total relaxation showing on the midnight black form. The big sow had her head resting on a thick leather pillow, head aimed towards the door as if she had been waiting for it to open, but she didn’t react to Meera walking in except for a lazy yawn that lolled out the length of her tongue.

“Ohhh…” Meera breathed out in delight as the sow twitched her ears and a set of amber eyes were fixed on her.

She was used to seeing the bears around the clan camp, but she had never seen a bear like this, not in her entire life. Her fur was luxurious and thick, almost curled along the spread of her neck and down the line of her slumped shoulders. The muzzle wasn’t the thick heavy one of a war-bear, but slender, almost dainty with a trail of rust-red markings that ran along the underside of her chin that were startling and beautiful as they offset the darkness.

Dylan let out a ‘wuff’ behind her as if surprised while she took another step forward and the bear lifted her head up higher, shifting so that she saw how well fed the sow was. She was proportioned perfectly, muscles rippling beneath the length of fur and there was something graceful about the way she moved. She was clearly one of the lines that had been bred to be a companion to one of the clan instead of one used for burden or meat, or even war.

“Mom must have been hiding you for ages, beautiful girl.” Meera crooned out softly, and Dylan let out another noise as she moved in closer. “She must have scrambled to get you in here!”

-I’ve never been hidden, Meera.- _ The voice in her mind was warm, familiar, and she swallowed as Aylin’s eyes briefly flared gold as she sat back onto her ample haunches. _-I’ve decided that it is in my best interest to see just how my punishment is carried out.-

_ _

“RAWWWRFFFF!” Dylan cried out and dropped down onto his stomach, looking dismayed while Meera licked her suddenly dry lips.

“My goddess…” She breathed out and the sow lifted her head up, twitching her rounded ears forward with a look almost of approval.

-I’m glad you are given the charge of the boy. Since he has broken my image, I want to weigh what I’m supposed to do with him.- _ Aylin said and then let out a chuffing sound. _-You are truly blood of my blood, you stand before me unafraid.-

_ _

“I could never be afraid of you.” Meera breathed out, watching as the sow stepped off the bed, real and alive, not simply a flickering vision.

The flooring creaked with her weight, real and alive as she made her way forward with a slight sway of her head. Meera stood up a bit taller, feeling a rush of pride race over her. She really was of Aylin’s line, she knew it in her bones and seeing the goddess standing in bear form only made her feel more assured of herself. She straightened herself up a little, trying to look as powerful and pleased as she felt while the big bear stepped closer towards her brother.

She made Dylan look almost brutish, rough and heavy to her ursine grace, she truly was a queen of bears. Dylan was tucked down near the floor still, letting out soft noises while Aylin considered him, tipping her head to one side and then the other. She sniffed him and he gave another twitch, an interesting effect Meera thought as she licked her lips lightly.

“You can watch and see how he handles his punishments..” She said eagerly as Aylin dropped down onto her haunches and sat easily.

-Then I will serve as the pet your mother promised you.- _ She said easily and then gave a lopsided smile. _-It has been a long time since we’ve spent any time together. And I know how you’ve always longed to be clan leader…-

_ _

The last words were spoke in a childish voice in her mind, a familiar twang that she knew from her earliest childhood, light and playful. She gave a jolt of recognition and widened her eyes as Dylan let out another noise. The sound loud and rough, bursting free as he must have realized it as well.

“Alyi?” She asked in disbelief, but the large sow only chuffed in amusement and winked one eye.

-I’ve always been about… and now, I think I will be more involved.- _ She said and gave a smile, a broad curl of lips that showed her sharp teeth. _-And you can show me that you have the makings of taking his place.-

_ _

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan found himself sleeping outside that evening, the bed and warm comfortable inner room given over the Meera and Aylin. He wasn’t sure what to feel except for fear as the revelation of the elegant dark bear had been made, both as the goddess and as their childhood friend. He had known Ayli had left after one of their nomadic travels with the clan, but he had assumed it was because she had found another clan to join. As an orphan it would have been likely she would have found another family, but now he tried to remember their time together.

He slept pressed against the lodge that night, trying his best to keep himself from being visible by anyone, aware that he wasn’t even cold when the night came upon him. The thick heavy fur that covered him, and the layer of fat worked to make sure that he was oddly comfortable. He was emotionally and physically exhausted and sleep had been a blessing for him. At least until morning came, morning and Meera waking up as early as she always did for the day.

“Omph! Aren’t you cozy!” She announced with laughter, waking Dylan up with the thud of her body dropping down right against his side, all of her weight crashing against him.

“WHURRRF!” He grunted out, jerking his head up as her warm body wriggled in against his side, nestling in close.

“Mmm warm too, looks like a night outside suited you.” She announced, wiggling in even closer to him.

She was dressed in a loose night shirt that covered her down to her knees, the fabric fine and a creamy white that clung to her body. She should have had slippers on, but she always ran around barefoot, no matter how cold the morning and today was no exception. Except now, she wasn’t putting them on the ground, she was wiggling in against his side and pushing her toes right up against the warmth of the stomach he had been curled around. He grunted and jerked, but as he tried to heave upwards there was a little flex of her fingers against his collar.

“No, be good, lay down.” The last word was woken firmly, a thrumming feeling rushing through his body as her ice cold toes shoved against his stomach to warm them up.

It was a faint feel that pushed against his mind, just strong enough that he didn’t get up, he found himself laying back down again. She felt his muscles relaxing in answer to the command and her lips curled up in a sly smile as she nestled herself in even closer. Shamelessly using his body warmth for her own use while she spread her toes against his stomach. The slide downwards started to push the little digits and they curled through his fur, rubbing back and forth. The small movements building up and pushing upwards to make sure that she was warming herself, pushing along the slight pudge found there.

“Gooooood boy, see? You can listen to commands when you want too.” She said with a smug little giggle, one that made him want to squirm. Why had he so easily obeyed her?!

Meera shamelessly wiggled herself back into the warmth of his side, pushing up as she treated him the same way she would have a pile of welcoming cushions. He could feel his ears flushing hotter in response to the embarrassment, but he remained in place as he felt the way her feet were rubbing back and forth. The cold tips of the toes warming against the curve of his belly rapidly, his own body heat warming her as she leaned back against the line of his shoulder.

“I had a lovely dream last night, I dreamed that I was leading the clan.” She said in a matter of fact voice. “You took your place in my pack train, carrying my bedding and belongings.”

“Rrrf!” He answered and folded his ears down, glaring at her, but she was grinning even wider.

“I thought you’d like that, that’s a role of real trust, you know.” Meera teased and her toes flexed down again, wiggling herself so that her shoulders were soon resting against his haunches.

Trust?! The idea was ludicrous, and he felt himself growing more flustered in response to the idea of being kept as a horse. He shifted his weight again, swinging his head back and forth lightly as she slid her feet up against the curve of his shoulder, seemingly pleased that he’d so quickly warmed her up. It was a little relief that they were no longer toying with his belly, certainly he hadn’t enjoyed cold toes anywhere near his loins and his stomach was too close to that.

“The way I’m thinking, you have to admit that if you aren’t changed back, you’ll need to have a replacement.” She said thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling still. “I have some big plans for the clan, you know, ways to improve us. Did you have any big plans?”

He gave his head a jerk, trying to find what answer he was supposed to give her to that. He hadn’t put together big plans, he had been too busy learning the things that he was supposed to know in order to be the best clan leader he could possibly be. It was something that he just hadn’t had time to consider, but Meera was more than pleased to share that she had come up with her own ideas.

“I think first I’m gonna find us certain clan lands for each season, not having to just accept what we can find at that time.” She murmured and her toes slid up and down, scruffing his fur lightly.

It was so casual, she didn’t seem to care at all that she was only wearing her nightgown, wiggled back against him with her legs up and rubbing against him. He could feel the toes at times, sliding into the thick fur, rubbing it and scruffing against his skin as her fingers silked down the length of his back. The light strokes were dancing, working lower with a teasing squeeze that pulled and flexed, it wasn’t unpleasant at all, but it was uncomfortable at times to be handled this way.

She treated him the same way she would have handled any bear, as if she expected him to obey her. She felt the heat that was starting to rush along the edges of his ears while he lowered his head and let out a grumble under his breath. He tried to make something like words break free, before Meera lifted up one foot and pushed it down right along the line of his muzzle. The press of it suddenly pushing his head down as he lets out a noise in the back of his throat.

“Oh hush, don’t you want to serve me? The new clan leader? “ She purred the words and then gave a slightly cruel smile on her face. “You know, you might even be able to be a warmount if you really work at it.”

She said it like that was supposed to be something he wanted to strive for! The idea made him let out a guttural sound, snorting and squirming while her foot remained firm on his muzzle, her toes curling down a little bit while his head remained pinned to the ground. His nostrils were flaring, puffing out a breath and drawing it in again, shivering it a little bit while he tried his best to adjust his weight.

“It is going to be soon that I get my own personal mount.” She said with a lazy smile on her face. “Though, I don’t think any of the war mounts are quite as soft as you are.”

“RRF!!” He protested that, feeling a stab of shame. He had always prided himself on his athletic form, being told he was soft was more than just a simple insult.

“Oh come on, just feel here..” She said with laughter and moved her hand to rub against his side, sliding fingers where he supposed his ribs must be.

All bears had a certain amount of extra fat on them, especially in the fall, but the way Meera said it made him feel as though he were larger than he should be. Certainly the fingers weren’t easily able to feel along the length of his ribs and his ears were turning a deeper red in his humiliation, his nostrils flaring and letting out a series of short puffing breaths. He tried to adjust his weight again, squirming, but she kept her foot firmly against the line of his muzzle so that he couldn’t lift his head up at all.

“I wonder if Aylin decided you weren’t even worthy to ride into battle.” She said thoughtfully. “I know she is very disappointed in you, perhaps she sees you in another role.”

She pushed her foot down harder against his snout, making sure that he couldn’t lift his head up at all. He muffled a little moan of protest at that, trying not react any more than he already had, but it was so difficult when he was being talked about like this. His ears twitched back against his head, stiffening up while she moved her hand up to rub against the curve of the spine. The little touches pressing down as if getting a feel for him, humiliatingly impersonal in so many ways.

“It might be nice to be able to have a nice padded seat, though..” She said thoughtfully, keeping that weight of her foot against his muzzle. “I can’t say I’d like to have your spine digging into me when I’m riding you, and the size might come in handy, but you’d have to be a bit bigger..”

She trailed off thoughtfully while he tried to keep his reactions from showing, his nostrils flaring just a touch as her toes were sliding back and forth against the bridge of his muzzle. Her brows furrowed in a slight frown when he didn’t instantly give her a large response, and he couldn’t help to feel a surge of victory. She was just trying to pick at him the way she always did, trying to push him into getting into trouble, or getting himself into trouble. It wasn’t going to work this time, at least.

There was another pull against the curve of his side and then she shifted against his side. Meera was utterly comfortable with how she nestled against his side, pressing against him while she tapped her toes lightly against the bridge of her nose. He wrinkled his nose up in response, muffling a noise before she sat herself up, giving him an aloof look that was making him want to squirm in place.

“But really, I think you’d be wasted trying to train as a war mount. Just look at how bad you were at using an axe.” She said dismissively and that made him lunge his head up, fighting against the hold of the foot on him.

_That wasn’t my fault! She made me do it! _ He thought with dismay, but she continued on with a little pinch of a finger against the side of his body.

“Given how thick your fur is, and how unique, it would be a shame to waste it in battle.” Meera said, her voice thick with mockery and he found himself flinching.

_It was bad enough when Mom was talking about this. _ He thought while she curled her fingers in deeper through the underfur.

“Ohh you’re actually very soft, amazingly so.” Meera said and then crooned

a little bit to herself. “You’d make lovely clothing, if we do it fur side in, Mom would probably enjoy having something so soft padding her, the leather polished and oiled to form armor outside.”

He gave a twitch at that, letting out a muffled sound from beneath the press of the foot against his muzzle. It was awkward feeling as he could feel the slide of the toes while the fingers were moving against his side, stroking a little bit and then giving a little wiggle back and forth. It jiggled his side, showing the padding of fat on him that caused him to grunt out, doing anything to distract himself from the idea of being skinned and put to use as his mother’s armor.

“She’s always complaining that the current armor pinches, just imagine all of this soft fur on her breasts..” Meera sighed and slid her fingers up higher, leaving trails through the thick fur while she did so.

_I don’t want to imagine that! _ He thought, though his body was reacting with a twinge of arousal.

His mind was easily able to think about his mother’s chest wrapped with the length of leather and fur from his own body. The thought of her nipples pressed into the plush fur caused his body to react with a twinge of heat that ran through him. The warmth of it was starting to grow, making him shift with a little jerk against the underside of his sister’s foot. The thought of his mother always confused him, ever since he’d become a teenager there had been an array of confusing feelings that came to pass.

“Perhaps even make her a bedroom rug or perhaps even a new harness for her bear, that way you’d still be close to the action in at least one way.” She said thoughtfully, and kept stroking with a little curl of her fingers.

Dylan was aware that his own body was starting to react to the touch and conversation, confusing him even further while he shifted his weight again. Meera moved a little bit and he became aware of the fact that there were parts of him that were reacting in a way he couldn’t hide. He tried to roll over onto his stomach, but his sister only moved, pushing him back onto his side as she continued to talk about what she would do with him if he wasn’t even worth keeping around to haul supplies.

“I think she’d enjoy having all this fat rendered down..” Meera said idly, pinching the thick hump along his shoulders. “I can work it with lavender and lilac to make her a lotion, she always loves a good lotion to rub on herself…”

The words trailed off, bringing with it the image he had once caught one winters evening when his mother had left the fabric covering from her door open. She had been working lotion into her skin, her matronly body still showing the strength of her youth as her fingers had been working beneath her breasts, and down her stomach. He had been transfixed, the confusing mixture of feelings that had begun had only grown rapidly worse as she had worked the lotion up and along her dark tipped nipples.

Just thinking about it caused his body to react, the sheath splitting open between his legs as the glistening length started to stand out as he shifted his weight. He tried to move again, but his sister made sure to keep him pinned beneath her weight, leaning backwards. The smile on her face growing wider as her eyes ran down the length of his ample body.

Dylan could hardly understand why his body was reacting the way that it was, it wasn’t something he could control. These weren’t things he should have been thinking about with any level of arousal! He should have been mortified and embarrassed, sickened at the idea, but instead the blood was pounding in his ears as he felt his cock starting to thicken up. The feel of it was starting to cause him to flinch a little, his rasping breath coming a little faster while Meera wetted her lips lightly.

Her eyes were moving down him as if she knew exactly what was happening to his body and he wanted to hide it. The short cock was barely worthy of the name, jutting out and standing a few inches out of his sheath, hardly worth calling a cock. He was humiliated, but not even that could stop him from growing more aroused as the conversation continued to be suggestive. He let out a bit of a moan under his breath as his sister shifted again, picking up on his reactions.

“I wonder if Aylin made you especially for that use, I’m sure Mom must think so.” She said thoughtfully and wriggled her toes again, flexing and sliding them back and forth. “Did you know, she was telling me the other day that she missed the way bear grease could be used like when she was younger. Rubbed along her nipples so they wouldn’t grow chapped or sore from wearing armor.”

He actually heard his sister deepening her voice suggestively and his reaction was a stab of raw lust that burst over him, causing his body to shudder in place. He gave a slow arch forward again, grinding himself up against his lower belly with a trail of precum and wasn’t able to hide it. Why on earth was his body reacting this way, he rolled and moved his hind leg, trying to cover up the stubby cock that was quivering beneath him.

His body was reacting to her words as if it agreed that he would make the finest lotion his mother had ever used. The thought of her rubbing anything made from him on her nipples, the idea of them glistening, it made him flex his jaw and clenched his muzzle shut to not moan out. What sort of sick mind must he have to have his cock dribbling a trail of precum against him while his sister lazily discussed what would happen to him once his body was cut down into bits and pieces.

_I should be dreading this, anyone else would be dreading this! _ He thought and gave his head a shake, as if that might stir up his thoughts and cast them aside.

His body was flushing with a wave of desire that was making his ears start to grow redder while he shifted his weight forward. He tried to hide it, doing everything he could to control his short stubby prick. It wasn’t even as large as his human one, for a bear it was laughable, and that was driven home to him as it pressed against his stomach. He tried to make sure that his sister couldn’t see, but she was lounging on him, sliding the fingers up along the curve of his side.

~ ~ * ~ ~

“You know, once the fat is rendered down for soap and lotion, you’ll still have plenty of meat on you as well.” Meera said, her attention on the plain fact that her brother was more than reacting to the threats of rendering him down.

She hadn’t expected him to be so reactive to just the suggestion that he was going to be rendered down and used for food and leather, but he was clearly affected by it. She moved to one side as she shifted herself back towards his hind legs, allowing her to stretch her legs out even further so that she was sliding her other foot under his muzzle. He looked more and more uncomfortable as she stroked along his chin and slipped down towards his cheek, curling her toes a little bit while she quirked her brow up.

“My, big brother, aren’t you enjoying the idea of being put to use for our mother.” She said with a little tease to her voice and the big bear gave a sudden flinch.

She had known that her brother was flustered at their mother since he became of an age to like girls, the fact that he was showing it this plainly meant that she was on the right track. She clung to the feel of victory as she thought about how Aylin would react to this. The she-bear had spent most of the night in her room, discussing her plans to overtake her brother as the future clean leader. It felt so right to talk about it with her, like she was stepping onto a path she had always been meant to take.

“I wonder, are you thinking about how you will be served?” She asked curiously and nestled in close, watching the short thick cock give another jerk, glistening as it stood out. “I think most of you would be made into jerky, such a fatty cut of meat would be valuable for the winter.”

She continued on and felt his head twitching again, trying to move it. She slipped her foot up to slide along his forehead, spreading her toes open wider. She allowed the fur to slide between her toes, enjoying just how soft and plush it was as she curled her toes downwards and rubbed just along his ears. Her brother shuddered again, the length of his cock giving another twitch before she reached down and then poked one of the heavy balls. The weight of them surprising, even in a boar that had never been bred.

“You know, she might just enjoy these fried up. I’ve heard they taste quite creamy and tender.” Meera said and the bear let out a soft noise, a rough sound broke from his throat.

The trail of the precum started to dribble downwards messily, oozing out to dribble towards the ground as he folded his ears down flat to his head. The expression on his face was one that looked mortified, but there was no denying just how his body reacted to those threats. Her smile grew wider, pleasure growing as she cupped the heavy orb and lifted it upwards, flexing just lightly with a kneading stroke before the hips jerked in place.

He hadn’t acted like this at all when she’d brought up him being her mount, she felt almost a bit hurt that he hadn’t thought of her that way. That feeling was brief, though, when compared with the realization that she was on the right path. She knew how to illicit reactions from him, and that would please Aylin to no end. She was one step closer to claiming her rightful place as the leader of the clan.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan let out a near whine as his singers were lightly flexing against the curve of his balls, squeezing down forcefully so that he was experiencing a shudder. The way she was talking, was a mockery and suggestive, but the idea of his mother sinking her teeth into his balls made his body react again. He tried to stop it, he was breathing too fast as he put his mind on anything to make himself calm down. He thought about working in the mud, about how disgusting fish tasted, about ice cold water wrapping around his cock.

It was almost laughably useless as she slid her fingers a trail that ran just under his sheath, touching briefly against his stubby little cock. He jerked again, swinging his head around to give her a wild look and she only grinned to herself as she did so. She wetted her lips with a flash of her pink tongue and flushed, but not in embarrassment, she was excited and amused at him.

Any normal boy would have been fighting to get changed back, they wouldn’t have been leaving a damp patch of precum against his lower belly while he let out a breathy noise. There was a little shift as his sister wriggled backwards into the warmth of his fur, savoring her conquest as he tried to understand just why he was so flustered by the thought of his mother.

He had had those idle thoughts, but it was like all of them were pushed to the forefront of his mind. The desires that he had felt, the shame, all of it twisting together uncomfortably while he recalled the time he had actually jerked himself off. He had started thinking about one of the girls in the clan, but it had twisted and changed to his mother. He hadn’t been able to stop it, he had cum so hard that he had found himself barely able to think afterwards, and that remembered shame and confusion rushed back to him.

“You know, I bet you wouldn’t even need much seasoning, the best bear flesh is so good with just a little salt. Mother will want the choicest bits of course.” She said slowly and thoughtfully. “I’m going to make sure that she knows that your fur is just this soft, like a little bunny.”

_She needs to stop talking like that! _ He thought while she slid her fingers lightly under the shaft.

“You’re rather cute, you know… but I think I need to start in on doing what Mom told me.” Meera said and then gave a little pat against his side. “After all, you’re one of the clan’s bears, it’s time for you to do your duty.”

_What duty? _ He thought in confusion as she gave him a near proprietary pat before standing up with a little bounce.

“I think I’ll go get dressed.. and then we’ll see about getting you something to eat.” She said brightly, but the way she said it, there was a little edge of a threat to her voice that made him swallow.

She stood up with a little bounce and he stared after her, trying to control his roused body, and his twisted feelings. He had to have better control than this, he shouldn’t be getting around at thoughts of being killed for what they could use of his body. And especially not thoughts about what his mother could do with his body!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan lumbered his way down along the length of the path that wound its way along the edges of the village, his head swaying a little with each heavy step as he watched the chain swaying back and forth. Meera was gleefully hauling him along as he kept his head down low towards the ground, doing his best to not to pay attention to the clan that was out and about. He had no doubt that she had picked the busiest part of the afternoon to haul him out.

He found his eyes sliding towards Aylin as the graceful bear was padding beside Meera in a way that was almost companionable. She didn’t have a chain on her, instead, she wore the collar that was favored by their house and held a set of deep green emeralds that caught the light. It was the collar that he should have put on his own preferred bear, one that marked it of the highest quality. An heirloom that was passed from heir to heir since before anyone could remember.

_She has no right to put that collar on anyone! _ He thought and folded his ears down flat to his head.

It was like they could hear his thoughts, or perhaps he was just glaring hard enough that they felt him looking, because Aylin lifted her head and glanced back at him. The sight of the goddess made his heart drop and he swallowed, trying to slow his steps before the chain went tight. The expression was almost amused before she turned her attention on Meera who glanced back as well.

“I think he’s jealous that I’m enjoying your company.” She said lightly and moved so that she was almost leaning on the broad shoulder. “If you were worthy, you could wear such a valuable collar, but we don’t waste good gold on a bear that’s only use is for what we can make of their fur and meat.”

Dylan flinched at that, swallowing the lump in his throat, but he found it was impossible to argue when he couldn’t talk. It wasn’t like he wanted to wear the collar, he just felt it was wrong that Meera had been allowed to have it for her pet bear! Even if that pet bear was Aylin. He hunched his shoulders while they passed another group of young warriors who were out and practicing. He didn’t know them well, but he felt that they were staring at him as he ambled along with a shuffling walk that started to pick up speed.

No bear really ran gracefully, it was more of a jiggling trot to get his legs up and moving, and that’s exactly what he did as he tried to keep up with his sister. He could feel his sides jiggling slightly, like most bears, he had a bit of extra fat to him, but after their conversation in the morning, he was thinking about what that meant.

The idea of it being rendered down into lotion left him breathless with a mixture of dread and interest both. He could easily see himself being made into something that would be rubbed over his mother’s bare body, remembering when he’d seen her using lotion. He felt his body reacting with a surge of need, the warmth of it spreading along his lower stomach as he did his best to think about something else. The confusing arousal, had been bad enough when Meera had brough it up, especially when she’d talked about frying up his testicles!

_She won’t, I’ll get back to my normal shape, I’ll do what they say, I’ll show that I’m penitent! _ He thought while they turned away from the camp and towards the river that ran a short distance away.

The scent of bears was thicker here, the familiar musk a good deal heavier here and made him wrinkle his nose up. He hadn’t realized just how strong it was, but the ursine nose picked out the mixture of boar and sows, even able to tell the scent of youngsters from the adults. He gave his head a few shakes, doing his best to clear it before the rank scent of fish began to come to him. It wasn’t even good fish, if there was such a thing, it was too pungent for that and he twitched his ears up slightly while the lead was given another firm pull.

He stumbled to catch up and Aylin bumped her head with obvious affection against Meera’s shoulder. The sight of them made him wonder if she were talking to his sister as they walked, sharing information and some sort of discussion. It wasn’t fair, he felt more bestial for not being able to understand what they might be saying to one another, but that outrage was tempered as more of the harsh stink of fish reached his nose and he saw that the clan’s bears were gathered along the banks.

“Rorrrowwwf!” He tried to protest as he saw a glittering red and green shape splashing out of the water, crashing to one side, flipping back and forth. The salmon run.

“Meera!” Nadine called out from where she was hunting with a spear, a pair of hulking war-bears behind her licking their chops. “I didn’t know you had planned to come help.”

She was dressed in a homespun white shirt and a pair of breeches, not leather, she would have never risked getting her leather breeches wet. And she was soaked, Dylan’s eyes fixed on the damp cloth that clung to her chest and the way that it lightened to the point he could see the dark line of nipples standing out. Her hand moving to grip the spear, hauling it up with a show of strength that set a fattened fish out of the water and towards one of the bears.

“It’s for our Clan, Mom, of course I will! Besides, I want to see if I can make something out of Honeybear back there.” She said with a gesture and the name made Dylan let out a grunt of outrage.

All the bears in the clan were given names, even ones that weren’t owned, but if they weren’t owned properly they were given names that described their looks so anyone could know who they were. His fur was so light that it looked a bit like honey, but the name was more than just a simple humiliation, it was a true blow to his pride. He hunched his shoulders down, breathing softly under his breath as he rocked himself from side to side, looking away as his mother came to shore.

“Well, that’s good thinking, Meera. Very good thinking, and Honeybear should be able to help clean out the fish, just make sure that you give Lia her own fish.” She said with a tolerant smile, barely glancing at the bear that was a goddess. “But keep those fat egg heavy females for Honeybear, we’ll see if he gains a good fat layer on him.”

“Yes, Mama.” Meera responded brightly, her smile almost dazzling before Dylan felt the chain being hauled forward again.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_-I take it your brother never bothered to come get the fish in the run.- _ Aylin said with disapproval in her tone as Meera moved down the side of the river.

She was so thrilled to hear the goddess’ voice in her mind, knowing that they were sharing a deeper connection. She had almost thought it had been a dream last night, before she had woken up to the sight of the bear at the foot of her bed real and beautiful. It was her sign that she was on the right path, a path that the bear-goddess agreed with and endorsed with obvious pleasure as they talked about the future.

“C’mon, Honeybear, we need to get you fed. I don’t really even want to try riding you until you’re well padded.” She said and winked at Aylin brightly as her brother let out a sound of protest.

Ever since they had been little, he had absolutely hated fish, everything about them, the smell and taste, the feel of them on his fingers. He would always find other chores to do this time of year when the fish needed to be gotten rid of before they could foul the water and stink up the camp ground. The moment she’d remembered what time of year it was, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with him. She was going to make sure that this year he got a good look at the fish run.

“I think that the fish will be perfect, put on fat quickly, and I think the oils really help to develop a nice coat of fur. Yours is nice, but I could be so much better.” She continued on, hauling the chain closer to the area just down the river. “Mom would just love some new lining for her boots for the winter, you’d be so warm.”

The bear let out a grunt and gave her a look of actual pain as she found her way to the little inlet that she knew the fish would be running thick and deep. The breeding salmon were just in the middle of their trip to spawn, many of them heavy with eggs and thick with fat from the ocean, the best time to catch them. So many of them wouldn’t make it anyway, they were just helping mother nature along by picking off what they could.

Aylin made a show of picking her way along the rocks, her lovely form standing out against the pale riverbed and Meera felt her heart swell with love. It was like she had found her sister, a missing part of her that she had been longing to have. Perhaps that’s why she enjoyed picking on Dylan so much, all this time she had felt as though she were missing having a sister of her own.

“Now, better open that mouth, Honeybear.” She crooned out as she raised her spear and stepped out onto a rock. “Any fish you drop or miss is going to displease Aylin, she wants you to prove that you are embracing being a bear. And a bear would want all of this delicious salmon.”

_-Show my how sorry you are.- _ Aylin said, in a voice meant for Dylan as well and the former boy hunched his shoulders, eyes glaring at her.

She knew he would hate raw fish worst of all, but she wasn’t going to let him get out of it that easily. She wanted to be sure that she was putting him through his paces after all, all of them. And seeing how much fish he would eat would prove that he wanted to be forgiven and given back his human shape. Or prove that she was the obvious choice. Nadine would never forgive wasted food, after all.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan sat on the bank of the river and felt a wave of anger and disgust as he watched his sister picking her way across the rocks. She knew he hated fish more than anything. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a bite, and the idea of eating it raw was even worse. He was convinced that Meera was just doing this to humiliate him, and the comment from Aylin made him realize he had little choice but to eat whatever he was given, no matter how gross.

Aylin sat almost like a statue on an outcropping of rocks, her eyes fixed on him expectantly so that he wanted to fidget. The sight of her made him nervous, wanting to do anything to show that he should be forgiven, that he was sorry. Perhaps it was because he was so distracted by her that he didn’t hear the spear going down to the water or the little cry of victory, instead, he was suddenly assaulted with a slimy and cold feeling body slapping right against the side of his muzzle.

“Rrrowwf!” He grunted out and swung his head around as the salmon slapped and flipped about on the ground.

“That’s some terrible reflexes, I tossed it perfectly to you.” Meera admonished him. “That’s hardly surprising, Aylin already knows that you can’t throw, why should you be able to catch?”

He flinched at that, but moved a paw out to pin the fish, easily dispatching it with the heavy claws. He didn’t dare look up at the other bear, he felt humiliated as he hunched his shoulders in place and drew in a steadying breath. The fish was a fat one, twitching and jerking a tail with a few last smacks and he crinkled his nose up in disgust. Why did it have to be raw at least if it were cooked he could pile it with seasoning and sauces to try and hide the taste.

He felt Meera watching him, her brow quirked and the little smile on her face taunting him as he lowered his head and then picked up the fish. He had seen bears eating these often enough that he knew what to do, but the first taste of the meat on his tongue made him want to gag. He made himself begin to rip into the plump flesh, swallowing it down and doing his best to avoid tasting it as he did so. It only took a few mouthfuls, but it was enough that he gave a shudder at the end and leaned over to gulp down water.

“Don’t fill up on water, water won’t build up your reserves,

Honeybear.” Meera crooned, the last word like an affectionate nickname that made him bristle. “And don’t leave bones! We don’t want to foul our camp grounds with rotting fish bones.”

That made him grimace as he stared down at unappealing fish and then forced him to pick it up in his mouth. He did his best not to think about what he was doing as he tipped his head all the way back. He choked it down, trying his best to think about eating a nice smoked sausage or perhaps some of his mother’s grilled cutlets, anything besides the meat he was trying to gulp down. In the end he got it down, feeling queasy as he sat down onto his ample rump.

It didn’t take long for her to spear another fish for him, they were running so thickly that it didn’t take much skill to strike them. It was a repeat of the last one, leaving him rearing up onto his haunches to catch to wiggling scaled thing in between his paws. Just like the first, it was easy to dispatch, but now he realized the game that she was playing and lifted the thing up towards his muzzle.

He tipped his head back and grimaced as he shoved it into his mouth head first, the wide body heavy and swollen with eggs as he started to contract his throat. The movements rolling and pushing as he gulped down the slimy food and tried to ignore the taste. It was worse with the skin on, somehow, though at least it was over quicker than it had been before. He wasn’t given much time as Meera continued to hunt for fish, easily picking out the ones that were unlikely to make it to the spawning grounds thanks to their size.

He had no other choice but to eat them, feeling the way Aylin was watching him, and the comment about how he had never helped with fishing grated on him. He kept his eras back, trying to look humble as he gulped down another of the fish and then another, getting nearly six fish in before he started to feel full. They weren’t small animals! He tried to make room, shifting on his haunches while his sister hummed softly to herself and picked her way across the rocks. And they came too quickly.

“Catch!” Meera called out as he swallowed the tail of one fish and had to catch another, and she was already moving to hunt down another one.

He stuffed the fish into his muzzle without thinking and suddenly there was a wiggling movement as he didn’t have time to dispatch it. He let out a groan of disgust, somehow unable to make himself clamp his jaws down to kill it. It was bad enough he was doing this, and he tipped his head all the way back to let it slide down his gullet, the supple muscles moving around it before it dropped down lower into his stomach to join the rest. And already there was another being presented him.

He could feel the twitching in his belly from the live fish, and it was soon joined by another before Dylan found his situation getting even more out of hand. Aylin let out a soft chuff, the sound amused as she stepped down into the water with a splash that sent water splattering over his muzzle. He didn’t dare glare at her, but he felt humiliated while she dropped her head down into the water. She seemed perfectly at home fishing in the river like any other bear, as if she was completely at home in the form of a mortal bear.

Dylan was choking down another fish, feeling as though he were about to burst when the she-bear lifted her head up with a fish gripped in her

jaws. The amber eyes fixed on him, twinkling in a way that made him feel as though she were laughing at him before picking her way through the water. The fish twitched and jerked in the grip of her teeth as she moved herself in closer towards him and extended her muzzle in clear offering of her catch.

“Even Aylin realizes that you need proper food to grow into a real boar, you’re not nearly fat enough for this late in the fall.” Meera chimed in as the fish was shoved towards him again.

_I can’t refuse it. _ He thought and opened his jaws up to take the fish from her, finding his muzzle pushed up against her own briefly.

He was flustered by the intimate act, opening his jaws up and then began to swallow the wriggling fish down as the goddess huffed her pleasure. His stomach felt as though it were going to split, muscles twitching and jerking, small adjustments that were making his breath come out faster, nostrils flaring open wide. He felt a strange mixture of emotions at the sight of her, unable to help himself while he gulped again, feeling the twitching in his stomach as Aylin padded back towards the river to help Meera catch the fish.

There was a strange twisted arousal that started at the feel of the food weighing down his belly, the talk about it going to fatten him up. It was a confusing mixture that caused him to twitch at times while the tip of his dark red cock started to push forward from his sheath. The short stubby cock was growing into a bulge that stood out, twitching a little as it tried to harden up. The confusion making him squirm as he tried to ignore that reaction, but it was harder given the obvious delight that came from Meera as he was force fed.

“I think his stomach is actually getting a bit bigger, that’s

promising!” Meera said as Dylan worked to swallow down another fish, struggling with it as he tipped his weight all the way back.

-A bear needs to have a proper feeding in the fall, as it is, you wouldn’t even need a large harness for him.- _ She answered in response, turning to glance at Dylan. _-But yes, that looks like a proper gut on him, eat another. Feast well, honor me.-

_ _

He didn’t want to feast well, he stared at them with large pleading eyes, letting out as close to a whimper as his ursine throat could give. His breathing puffing out as he moved and he could feel his belly dragging against his upper legs. The weight of it stretched too far out, and still Meera forced him to accept another fish, and this time he was groaning as he accepted it, twitching his ears as he listened to the sound of them discussing him.

“I think we’ll come down here every day. He’s eaten enough to make sure that he’ll put on some weight here.” She said with relish in her voice, laughing while Aylin picked through the river again.

The sleek black bear glanced up at him and let out a chuff of approval as she talked about how much Dylan had ate. He tried to lick his lips, even that felt like too much effort as he let out a guttural groan and dropped his head down towards the ground. He was panting with his mouth open, so full that he felt as though he were struggling to breathe. His ears twitched backwards against his head and he felt a wave of shame, and a twinge of arousal at the conversation.

_They’re the ones who stuffed me! _ She thought wildly and shifted herself to either side, feeling his stomach giving another twitch and jerk.

_-Have another, let’s see you grow a good layer of fat, make your neck thick enough to need a new collar.- _ Aylin taunted and lifted her head up from the water from her successful hunt.

_ _

Aylin tossed him another fish, one that made him struggle to get the thing down, jaws working and he moaned out as he accepted it, shifting backwards as Meera moved forward beside him. She slid against his side and reached out to press a hand against the wide swell of his stomach. The skin was stretched tight from how much he’d eaten, he felt as though he were about to split in two at any moment, breathing in heavy labored bursts. He twitched his ears backwards as he managed the last fish, feeling fingers sliding along his lower stomach.

“All that fish oil will help with your fur too, it’s too pretty to have it dulled and flat looking.” Meera murmured warmly, the pleasure in her voice clear and he flinched a bit.

It was only when he moved that he realized that his cock was almost painfully hard, the arousal burning through him. He let out a series of short snorts that came from his flared nostrils and he gave a sway. There was a trickle of precum, and his stubby cock twitched upwards against his belly as Meera moved her fingers up and pinched the area right along his side. The light dig squeezing down and giving a small pull that caused him to let out a guttural moan in the back of his throat.

“Don’t worry, Honeybear, you’ll get even more tomorrow. Every day I’ll make sure you eat more than the day before, even if you’re worthless of a mount, I know you’ll be delicious as stew.”

The last words made him groan out, his cock giving another twitch that sent out a splatter of precum on the ground between his hind legs. He pinned his ears flat, breathing faster as the surge of arousal made him shudder and shift his hips, something that caused Meera to grin even wider in delight as she watched. She knew she was getting to him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Several Days Later

~ ~ * ~ ~

Dylan waddled up the path from the river step after aching step, his stomach drooping with the latest catch of fish and feeling his shoulders rolling above him. They had grown heavier, the layer of fat growing and thickening along the ridge of his back, forming a thick hunch along his shoulders and fat rolls began along his neck. He felt the weight of it on his body as he made his way behind his sister, his head swinging back and forth on his head.

Each day they went to the river and each day he was fed on the fish until he was so heavily filled up that he thought he would be sick. He frequently was mortified at how much he was eating, since every day he was given more. At this point he was easily able to eat what he ate the first day, and now he was eating so much more that he was left mortified as his body was doing exactly what it was meant to do. It was taking all of that food and slowing his metabolism, making sure that he was growing fatter and heavier with each passing day.

He wanted nothing more than to stop eating the awful fish, but there was nothing he could do, Aylin was always there, watching him

expectantly. She seemed to take special pleasure in picking the largest of the fish to feed him. The presentation of them were always done with a flourish, making sure that he saw it as a gift he was being offered, so there was little else he could do except gulp it down. He knew that this was what he’d have to do to regain his human form.

As they passed through the village he heard a few comments about him, comments that had been pointed the last few times they had been out. There was admiration for Alyin, viewing her as a lovely prize, admiring the fact that Meera had taken such a lovely pet. Their words were always warm and proud, but when they talked about him, he felt even worse. They complimented Meera on how well she was feeding him up, fattening him, a few had even made some inquiries if she was going to be skinning him for his honey colored fur.

I can’t believe they could talk about me like that.. He thought with a little grunt as they made their way to the lodge.

_ _

Every time it was brought up, Meera would stroke his shoulder or his head, or even his rump, as if she were savoring how soft the fur was. It was starting to grow glossier and thicker, the undercoat growing in so that Meera had told him it felt as soft as bunny fur. During those times he was always left feeling a little quiver of arousal, something that was hard to deal with. He couldn’t seem to stop himself during those times, his body was flooded with lust and desire, warring against each other in such a way that mortified him.

“Rrrf…” Aylin groaned as they reached the lodge, dropping onto her haunches with a little stretch and moan.

_-It has been so long since I’ve been in a mortal body, I’ve forgotten what it feels like being hampered by physical flesh for this long.- _ She commented with a stretch of one dark black paw.

“Are your paws hurting?” Meera asked and moved with concern beside the elegant she-bear. “You’ve been working so hard to help feed up Honeybear, you’re such a kind and devoted goddess to take such good care of someone that insulted you.”

Dylan flinched at that, twitching back his ears and lowering his head slightly while the she-bear nosed her paws lightly and grimaced. She wiggled her long black claws back and forth, dancing them this way and that as she did so, the movements flexing down and she let out a noise. He was transfixed by the movement before Meera reached out and stroked a hand just along the upper portion of the paw, caressing and spreading her fingers open just a little wider.

“Oh I bet your paws are so sore, you deserve to be pampered, after all, you are our goddess.” Meera said with a little croon and Aylin lifted her head higher, lips parting in a small smile that showed her white teeth.

_-Ahh now that is true. I have been working to fatten up Honey bear, perhaps it’s time that he offer me a show of his gratitude.- _ Aylin suggested and her amber eyes moved towards him, fixating with an intensity that left him swallowing.

He wasn’t sure what she meant by that, her ears pinned down against the line of his head while he shifted his weight back and forth, his claws flexing out. Aylin made a show of standing up with a small shake of her body, stepping forward gracefully as they eyes remained fixed against him. He wanted to shrink back, but instead he tried to look as though he were grateful, despite the fact he could still taste fish in his muzzle.

He dropped himself down as she came in closer and then dropped back down again, her muzzle opening up wider to show the curl of a long red tongue that curled upwards. The small movement flicked between her teeth while she sat back onto her haunches and then lifted up her broad forepaw and dropped it right against his muzzle. He began to back away, but the toes curled downwards as the leathery black paw pad rubbed against him, sliding back and forth. He crinkled his nose up a little bit and then felt Meera giving his shoulder a bit of a poke.

“Go one, her paws hurt, lavish them with your tongue. Make her feel better for all the trouble she’s gone through for you.” She said and then giggled as she gave another poke of a finger. “Ohhh just feel how fat you’ve grown! Look at you jiggling!”

He let out a grunt, shuddering as he could feel the layer of fat being bounced about back and forth. He tried to move his head away as there was a firmer press of the paw against him. There was a bit of mud stuck between the toes, it was warm feeling while he started to tip his head to one side obediently. He puffed out a hot breath and then flicked his tongue out, surprised at how easy it was to use that broad appendage to flick upwards with a wet drag.

Aylin let out a pleased noise and he felt a surge of hope rising through him in response to the pleasure she showed. He flicked his tongue out again, pushing it up and along the paw pad that tasted slightly sweaty. His breath grew warmer as it puffed up against the underside of her paw and then stroked out with a wider swipe. He let out a noise and dropped down to the ground, abasing himself as she held her paw up and he began to give it the treatment that would prove he was sorry.

This was no time for him to feel any sort of shame at what he was doing as he nuzzled beneath the paw pad, feeling the warmth of it pressing against him. The slow movements rubbing back and forth as she spread her toes and he worked his tongue between them. She let out a sound of pleasure even as Meera moved beside him, suddenly swinging a leg up and over his sprawled body. Dylan could barely even grunt as she stretched herself up above him, legs straddling him as her upper body draped along his shoulders.

“That’s right, go on, make sure that she feels better.” She said with a pleased giggle, flexing her legs a little against his sides. “Mmm you’re not so bony up here, finally really showing some progress.”

There was a wiggle of her hips while he tried to ignore the fact that his body reacted with a surge of arousal that ran through him. He shifted his hips again, arching his belly briefly while he let out a soft noise in the back of his throat. The toes flexed again while the salty taste was mixed with a pleasant scent. It was bear, but it was sweeter and made his heart beat faster as he licked down against the pad of the paw.

It was so much larger than he had imagined it would be given that she was almost ‘dainty’ for a bear, graceful. The width of it was impressive while he worked his tongue up higher and left a trail of saliva along the pad and then downwards. He rubbed and stroked, almost massaging with his tongue as Aylin closed her eyes and seemed to be basking in the attention. The little rumbles that broke free told him he was doing exactly as he should be and he began to lick harder.

He could feel Meera sprawled on his back, her feet idling kicking against his sides as he had no doubt that she was enjoying watching him. It should have flustered him, but he was marveling at the size of the paw in front of him. The width of the toes that were splitting open wide to allow him to push his tongue in deeper, swiping upwards and then down towards the paw pad again. The salty taste came with a mixture of warmth that was tickling the back of his nose, something sweet and female.

He let out a noise in the back of his throat as he groaned and drew in a deeper breath only to have Aylin move her other paw up to his face. The press of them grinding against his nose as he licked up and then between the different paws. He could feel the thick short tip of his cock starting to push outwards, the female scent making it harder for him to think quite straight. The she-bear let out a chuffing sound of delight as he began to push his tongue harder, cleaning the bits of dirt from between her toes and grinding his nose against them.

There was something terribly intimate about pushing his nose against her paws, the way that she flexed them and curled. Her eyes were lidded all the way shut as she made noises of pleasure and he began to use his tongue with a bit more force. The slow pushes and slides were growing faster, darting and flicking up again while he puffed out a hot breath, the scent of her growing a little thicker. It was dancing down his taste buds, making him shift again, aware of his own arousal as the powerful paw flexed downwards.

She wasn’t dainty, not really, she was powerful and large, the reason he kept thinking of her as ‘dainty’ was because of how graceful she was. It was like being in the presence of a well bred queen, every movement was balanced and deliberate, making her appear dainty and light bodied. The broad paws spoke of the power behind her, the spread of the toes so large that he had to struggle to work his tongue between them at times and let out a little noise.

“I think he’s missed his calling, he is more than talented at being a paw licker.” Meera said and leaned forward over his back, her legs flexing with a squeeze to either side of him.

_-At least he is cleaning them. I can almost feel he may mean he’s sorry.- _ Aylin interjected and that made Dylan work harder with the length of his tongue.

He started to work his tongue out in a dart and then drew downwards again while there was a curl of the paw against his muzzle. The powerful flex of the toes gripped down tightly while he was puffing out another breath and twined his tongue up and around the tips of one of the toes. He drew backwards while he felt Aylin moving above him, pushing her foot pad up against his nose until he was cleaning it, chasing after the dirt that had gotten there, shamelessly attending her while his body was throbbing with a warm shudder of arousal.

“Hmm be interesting to see if he’d be so eager to clean Mom’s feet, as much as he seems to be enjoying this.” She said with laughter in her voice, leaning forward while Aylin drew her forepaws away. “Maybe that’s a new position we can make just for our Honeybear.”

He hated that name, hated the little coo that she gave whenever she used it, making him feel even more humiliated as he lowered his head towards the ground and let out a noise. He shifted his weight, a little sway of his body that moved back and forth before Aylin leaned backwards and sat on her plush rump. She suddenly lifted one of her hind paws up expectantly and he found it pushed towards him, leaving Dylan to lean forward to give a sudden curl of his tongue.

He began to clean the pad of her foot with slow careful movements that were designed to get rid of the bits of dirt and river mud, pushing beneath it. A bear kept cool by sweating through their paw pads, and he learned this intimately at the salty taste of sweat and the warm scent of she-bear that caused him to tense up. He was letting out a series of short heavy pants and groans, the noises growing a little louder.

_-I could get used to this, I had never thought about having my feet so attended, but they were so sore and he has a good feel for where to go.- _ Aylin said, not opening her eyes as she flexed her toes again.

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“Who knew? No wonder he was so bad at weapons work when we should have been exercising his tongue.” Meera mocked him and he flinched, ears twitching back but he continued to lick with powerful swipes of his tongue.

Dylan felt another warm trail running through his stomach as he worked his tongue harder, sliding and enjoying the taste and scent. He felt smaller as the she-bear loomed above him, even as she was relaxed, her presence made him feel he was unworthy. He twisted his tongue up, working along the toe pads, the rough texture of them turning to silk as he lavished his tongue back and forth. The low guttural noises rumbling free were noises of pleasure from her as he shifted his body again.

_-Perhaps is truly sorry..- _ Aylin said and he felt a surge of hope as he began to lick harder, deeper.

His breathing caught in the back of his throat while he began to work in slow twists and turns, drawing downwards towards the tender under pad. He would show her that he was eager to please, eager to do whatever he needed to show he was sorry, and he was starting to grow more flushed with arousal. The confusing desires were working through him, causing him to shift and thrust his hips, squirming at times while he never left his muzzle still.

He teased and twisted, turning deeper and then drawing back again, letting himself abandon his pride in favor of doing whatever she required of him. He turned and moved his muzzle, dipping lower and then pushing back up again, letting out soft groans at times. Meera remained on top of him, sprawled as if he were a bed, legs stretched to either side so that he felt her toes curling against him, pushing into his fur as if she were trying to warm them.

He felt as if he were little more than furniture, and that caused his stubby cock to twitch under his belly, something that he couldn’t ignore. He was enjoying her scent, it didn’t seem to matter that it was an animal above him, what mattered was that she was female. He twitched his ears back as she extended both paws and pressed them together, making it easy for him to worship them. The slow powerful rolls growing and diving, slipping and pushing up towards the tips of the toes lightly.

“He might be, but you’ll want to make sure of it.” Meera said and her toes lazily slid down his sides, curling and flexing with gentle drags that made him squirm. “He doesn’t look all that apologetic to me.”

Dylan swallowed and then tried to prove himself, he didn’t just use his tongue, he used his nose to slide back and forth, dancing and rubbing along the edges. He made sure that the paw pad was glistening and as clean as he could make it. The slow powerful drives that ran upwards started to slip between them, feeling the way the pad of the paw wrinkled and flexed. The weight of the muscles along the powerful hind legs and he rolled his eyes up to look at her.

She was a bear, an animal, but that didn’t seem to matter as his body reacted to her and the scent of her that was making it harder to think. The world was narrowing down, his breathing was coming faster as he tried to show exactly how sorry he was while the bear was sliding her toes forward. The slow wiggle of them flexing downwards briefly to show off the spread of them.

-I think I will make sure my paws are always well cleaned after the river. I could grow used to this.- _ Aylin said and opened her eyes, fixating on him with a wider smile. _-Perhaps then I might believe he is ready to make amends.-

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_Yes… amends, I’m ready to make amends! _ He thought wildly and burrowed his muzzle in further. He didn’t care what it took, he would earn her forgiveness and be back in his human body again!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Meera listened to the bear huffing and puffing behind her with amusement, gripping the chain firmly as she made sure she was walking quickly. She had found that if she made him quick walk, his belly and sides jiggled and he seemed to be more aware of the fact he was putting on weight. Every day he seemed larger than the first day, filling himself out as she had made sure that he ate as many fish as he could hold.

“I think you’re getting a taste for those fish, you were gobbling them up today!” She called back cheerily and heard a little grunt in response.

She had to admit, her plan was going quite well. She was starting to develop a reputation with the clan as she had spent time with them, listening to them and offering her help. She had been rather happy to lend Honeybears strength to any task that required muscle, and they were starting to talk well of her to her mother. Lately, Nadine had been looking at her with more favor, beginning to offer her small bits of training that had been reserved for Dylan.

Aylin was supporting her, that was the most important thing, the big shebear was a constant with her, like a shadow. No matter where she went, she could feel the goddess’ presence even if her ‘pet bear’ was elsewhere. Aylin didn’t just encourage her, she offered her advise, talking lovingly of her past descendants and what they had done. She found that she was feeling more secure in what she was taking for herself, even as she did everything she could to drill home to her brother that he really was an animal now.

“You’re really quite fat, Honeybear, I bet you’re barely able to jog at this size!” She teased and glanced back to see the quick shuffling bear that was regarding her with martyred eyes.

“A few more river trips and you’ll be wheelin’ him back, youngster!” One of the older women called out, laughing as they went past.

She grinned at the oldster with a lopsided smile and picked her way towards the lodge. Her brother no longer tried to make his way to the front door, he had learned that he wasn’t allowed to enter the lodge like a person would. Or even like a prized pet was, he was relegated to the back, and every time they walked along the path she could see that a little more of him was chipped away. His head was drooped down, defeated showed in every step while he lumbered his way towards the back troughs.

He was panting, his tongue half hanging out and this was just like every other trip lately, he would get back and gulp down the spring water to try and wash away the taste of the fish. Today, she kept ahold of the chain, refusing to let it go as he strained against it and let out a confused grunt, turning his head towards her. She let herself smile, her eyes darting towards the back of the lodge where there was a small fence an a copper tub that they used for bathing.

It was full, their mother had been bathing when they’d left, soaking in the herb mixed water in a way that had made Dylan stare at her. She had become increasingly aware of the way he kept looking at her, the fact that he was downright obsessed with her, and Aylin had as well. The bear had already decided that she was going to make sure that he showed more devotion to her than to her mother. But for now, it led to something that had her nearly giggling with anticipation.

“Thirsty? Or just wanting the taste of fish out of your mouth?” She asked and gave the chain another little jerk back and forth, swinging it as she did so. “I think you’re just trying to get the taste of fish out of your mouth. And we don’t waste resources here, clean spring water isn’t just to be used to wash your mouth out!”

“Rrr!” Dylan almost whined the sound out, setting his ears back and gave a look towards the water.

“Instead, you can make yourself useful, I don’t want to empty out the tub. You can drink it down.” She announced with a little bounce of eagerness. “Come on, it’ll probably be as close to tea as you’ll ever get again.”

The bear let out another noise, glancing back at the spring water with obvious desire, but she hauled him forward one step over another. He didn’t really fight the chain as she did so, but his ears were folded miserably and he hunched his shoulders. He was waddling as he walked, the thick layer of fat on him staring to form folds and rolls along his sides. It made him look as if he were swaying with each step, even more looking like an animal than he had at the start.

“Come on, let’s get you that drink you want so badly!” She chirruped and then gave another pull, hauling him towards the bath water. “And I expect you to drink up every last drop.”

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Dylan stared down at the used bathwater and felt a wave of shame and frustration as he swallowed. He had wanted to was the taste of fish out of his mouth, he was already full up with fish, the last thing he wanted was to drink his mother’s used bathwater. It was just lukewarm now, slightly cloudy with the herbs that she liked to soak in. The scent of it made his nostrils flare open wider in response to the familiar scent of those herbs, always bringing to mind his mother damp from a bath and in a loose long robe.

He had to rear up along the edge of the tub and sniffed it, the scent making him react slightly as his sister moved beside him and gave him an expectant look. There was not even a hint that she was joking, but he had long since given up on hoping that any of this was a joke. As it was, he was nearly certain he had gained at least an extra seventy five pounds of more. He felt large, his legs even had thick folds along the upper legs that bent up to hold onto the edge of the tub.

He dropped his head down and tried to give a few sucks of the water, the taste of it faintly salty from his mother and overly warm still. The herbs weren’t enough to really add to the taste, just a scent that reminded him of other times, dancing over the edges lightly. He sucked down another mouthful and then another, gulping it down so that he had at least lowered it before lifting his head up and let the water dribble down against the line of his jaw.

“Go on, drink it all, you know you want too.” She said with a light laugh and flicked his fingers out with a little splash of water. “You said you were thirsty and Mom wasn’t out of it all that long ago so it’s not stale.”

He let out a rumble in the back of his throat, and tried not to squirm as he lowered his head to continue drinking. He couldn’t help it, his mother had been in here naked, his muzzle dipping down where her breasts had been lapped with water. The thought made his stomach muscles bunch up a little bit, the small flex caused him to arch his body a little bit as he gulped down another mouthful, bits of herb hitting against him and the water rapidly filled his stomach.

The copper tub held a great deal of water, more than he should have been able to gulp down. He slurped it loudly while Meera leaned forward and splashed some of the water across his muzzle. He let out a snort and then started to swallow, making himself work down the mixture as he stuffed his head forward. His paws gripped the edge of the copper tub, his claws scraping against it.

He had already eaten so many fish today, though he had been both alarmed and relieved that he wasn’t full to the point of bursting. He was starting to be able to eat a truly astounding amount of fish now, so many that he sometimes tried to not count when he was being fed. He knew that his belly was overly large now, his fur growing thicker and heavier to prepare for the winter and strive to cover his increased girth.

“That didn’t take much urging!” Meera said with obvious delight, laughter filling her voice. “I bet you’ve been wanting to drink Mom’s used bath water for ages now.”

He flinched with a little jolt that ran through his body, making him feel a surge of shame as she made that comment. He squirmed again with a gulp and swallow, throat working against as it filled his stomach rapidly. It wasn’t like the fish that he ate, the water filled up every little crevice that was filling out his stomach and weighing it down. He was letting out a short groan in the back of his throat as he made another gulp and swallow, his tongue encountering some of herbs.

He was in the middle of gulping down the water with the bits of herbs clinging to his tongue as he got nearly half way down the tub and shifted. He actually felt his belly sloshing back and forth, as if the water were splashing about as he gulped again and tasted that salty sweet water. It made him wonder if that was how his mother would taste if he licked her, the thought sent a shudder down his spine, his breathing turning faster, panting out raggedly.

“Come on, you drink faster at the spring, or maybe you’re savoring the taste.” Meera taunted him and he let out a grunt as her fingers pushed up against his swollen belly.

There was a push against it that made him flinch, but even as he felt humiliated, he was aware of his stubby cock twitching between his hind legs. The movements were jerking a little bit, giving a small dribble of precum that leaked out and trickled along his underfur. It was jutting up and trying to push forward against the swell of his stomach as she kept fondling it lightly back and forth.

He wasn’t savoring it, at least he tried to convince himself he wasn’t, but his arousal was throbbing through him as he imagined his mother’s legs sliding through it. Her pussy being slicked over with splashes of the water, where his tongue was lingering, her naked cunny had been. He was letting out a series of short pants, breathing coming out faster from his nose as the fingers kept working a little faster.

-Perhaps we should get him more fish, if he still has room for all of that water.- _ Aylin interjected with a lilting voice in his mind. _-He is nearly eating as much as a boar fattened for the pot would eat.-

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He lifted his head up with a jerk as she walked forward with a little swing of her hips, her eyes sliding over him in a manner that made him painfully aware of his arousal. She didn’t even pause at the copper tub, instead she made her way to the sweet spring water with a little tip of her ears. Her long red tongue flicked out, running up and over her muzzle while she continued to watch him.

He felt a pang at the sight of her drinking up the clear pure spring water, jealousy roiling through him as his stomach began to droop down further. It was rounding out and the fingers were dancing against the edges and lifted it up again. The jiggling movements were bouncing back and forth, making it sway back and forth and he gulped down even more. Slurping it loudly as he lost all ability to be neat in favor of simply getting it over with. It was too much, and he was stretched open wide as he settled his haunches open a little wider.

“Aww look at his little dick, you really are enjoying this water. I think we’ll make sure that you take care of this whenever she bathes.” She said with mockery and he let out a muffled noise.

If his dick weren’t such a bright red, he might have had a hope of hiding it while it twitched and quivered between his legs. The movements were starting to grow a little faster as he shifted his weight again, smearing the trail of precum along the underside. He shifted his weight, giving a small thrust as he began to get all the way to the very bottom of the tub and had to strain to reach it.

He reared up higher on his hind legs, half crawling into the tub to slurp messily, licking and running it up and over his muzzle. Standing up did two things, he had his cock out for everyone to see and his balls were exposed, and his stomach was dragging against the edges of the tub. He could do little about it, his breathing short and heavy while he got the last of the water down.

He felt so full he nearly sick, and to contrast his loud slurping and gulping, he heard the bubbling of spring water and the delicate sound of Aylin drinking sweet clear water. He envied her while his stomach was pulled tight and Meera made a show of sliding her fingers through the fur, spreading her fingers open wider. The teasing little strokes working with a gentle push upwards, and then began to wobble it back and forth.

He let out a groan, the last bit of water gulped up as he lifted his head and panted heavily, his jaws parted. He was so full that he hiccuped and tasted of bit of water, forcing it back down again as he reeled and leaned his way backwards. Meera’s laughter was like a slap in the face as he lifted his head, water dribbling along the underside of his jaw. He was so full that it was painful, his skin stretched too tight and he had to work to drop his way down to all fours.

“Just look at him, he’s really gotten large, hasn’t he?” Meera said with a little sigh of delight.

-A fine boar, he’s even got a bit of a double chin.- _ Aylin commented as she cast another look on him. _-I think he may look better now than he ever did as a human. He was always so scrawny when we were children.-

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Dylan flinched at that, he had never been scrawny, he had always been rather athletic, at least that’s what he had thought. The disparaging of his body and the comparison now struck a blow as he grunted and dropped down onto his haunches. His belly drooped down, half covering his still stiff short cock, and Meera reached forward to slide her fingers over him. She fearlessly pressed against him and then gave a small tight smile on her face.

“Stand up, show yourself off now!” She commanded and he gave a look, his ears flattening at that. “Come on, get up!”

I can’t, I’m too full. He let out a little grunt, swinging his head back and forth in denial, but she was moving in a little closer.

“I said get up.” She commanded, the eyes narrowed down into slits with an expression that made him feel a strange twinge. “Stand up, Honeybear.”

The last words were a sharp command, driving it home with force that was designed to make him obey and he felt it pulling at his own thoughts, his own mind. He couldn’t stop himself, he found himself forcing his sloshing belly up and rearing onto his hind legs while his sister moved up in front of him. Her hands were on her hips as he swayed a little, towering above her and Aylin both with his hind legs planted wide in order to keep him held up and on display.

_-His color is lovely, just what I wanted. Do you really think it would make a good cloak for your mother?- _ Aylin asked thoughtfully with her head tipped to one side consideringly.

“You made him perfect, you know.” Meera cooed and reached down to wobble his belly back and forth, fingers curling down against the fur. “Aww you’ve got a paunch going on, Honeybear, any bigger and it might drag the ground.”

-That might be less helpful for making him into a war-mount.- _ Aylin said with a snort and came forward, her eyes watching with obvious interest as Meera moved her hands up towards his chest. _-Still, he’ll need it to get through the winter.-

_ _

_I won’t be stuck like this all winter! _ He thought wildly as his sister slid her fingers up and pinched right up against the side of his chest.

The fingers gripped down tightly and pulled some of the skin from his side, making him grunt and sway a little bit as she fondled the roll of fat on him and started to laugh. He was growing more flustered while she lifted his forelegs up to show off the thick covering of fat that had grown over them. He was swaying, feeling off balance with the engorged water filled belly, he knew it made him seem that much fatter to her!

“Oh Honeybear, you’re just about padded enough to ride, I can barely feel your ribs!” Meera said with delight in her voice, brightening as she patted him.

He felt his ears burning before she moved herself to one side, and slapped the curve of his ass with a sudden force that set it to jiggling. He grunted out and flexed a bit, shifting and finding that it was too hard to balance on two legs like this. He felt it should be the way he was standing, he was a human after all, but his body was out of sorts, not quite balanced enough. He was flustering, letting out a soft noise before she gave a little shove against his back to make him tip forward.

He tried to make it graceful, but there was nothing graceful when he was shoved off balance and hit the ground. His sides jiggled, his ass wobbled, the padding of fat from the salmon covered him so heavily that he wasn’t able to really control himself. He grunted and then suddenly found his nose pressed against Aylin’s muzzle, stuffing forward so close that he could pick up the scent of her and reacted with a little shudder.

His sister moved up against his side, pressing against him and gave a bit of a pinch against the heavy hunch that ran along the length of his back. He flinched as she worked her fingers up and along the curve of his shoulders. The little movement made it wobble again, testing it while he shrank his shoulders down against his sides. His breathing turning into an angry little snort, flustered while Aylin’s tongue flicked out and curled right against the line of his muzzle.

-You’ll need to begin to decide what you want from him soon, Meera, you deserve a

_war mount. And if he’s more meat than mount, well… better to know that now.- _ Aylin said lightly and gave her an ursine grin.

The thought of it made his stomach twitch, his cock grinding against the swell of his belly and he tried to ignore his confused arousal. He swayed his head a little and glanced back as his sister was stroking and caressing him. She was simply ignoring his own protests as she reached down and pulled playfully at the length of the skin under his chin. He jerked as he realized that it was loose and swinging back and forth, mounded up under his chin when he lowered his muzzle.

“Only way to sort that out is to have him weighed and measured.” Meera said and there was real delight in her voice. “Mom did say that he needed to be handled like a regular bear.”

_Wait.. what?! _ He swallowed and let out a noise, more than humiliation rising up while she slid her fingers up along his ears.

Every bear in the village was judged when they got to a certain age or size, it was a matter of making sure that the bears they raised were put on the right role. It was an invasive process where a bear was brought in and they were more than just looked over, every aspect of them was judged. He wouldn’t just be weighed, they would intimately judge his body weight and how thick the layer of fat was on him. His fur would be brushed and graded on how thick it was, the potential of it to be used for clothing or leather armor.

He shifted his weight, letting out a noise in the back of his throat, a little rumble that broke free from his clenched jaws. The rumble turned into a whine as she giggled and stroked his ears and head lightly. His fingers were sliding backwards, tracing lines through his fur whle Aylin huffed out a sound of pleasure at that. She leaned backwards onto her rump and fixed him with a look.

_-I will be greatly interested to see how he is judged. He might just be breeding boar.- _ She said and then he watched as she licked her muzzle slowly, the expression on her face confusing and arousing him both.

He hunched his broad shoulders, feeling the length of the fatty shoulders growing heavier as he did so. He shrank in on himself and his heavy water filled belly, hoping against hope that they were lying. He wasn’t really going to be examined that way! He wasn’t really an animal!

But perhaps they’ll turn me back when they do that, it’s just the final

_humiliation. _ He felt a little surge of hope at that, clinging to it as best that he could.