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[b][u][center]Paired with the Bear

For Zohaku

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The boughs of the forest were like the long archway paths that some of the city nobles had in their grounds. Leroy preferred the forest paths, though, simply because they were better lit, and the speckling of sunlight and green shadows all around him made it feel brighter and lusher than the pathways in the city.

That said, it was also quite a bit lonelier on the pathways between the cities. The adventurer stuffed his hands through his belt, leaning his head back and looking up at the green branches above, staring through the occasional gaps to the blue skies further up. The soft click, click, click of his scabbard against his leg tapped out his steps, and it was the only sound he could hear as he walked along.

[i]Would be nice to have some company…or anything, really,[/i] Leroy thought, shaking his head as he brought his eyes back to the path. [i]A party or…something. Anything. Even if it was just one other guy…[/i]

It had been too long since he graduated from the Guild. They had trained him well, made him into a good fighter with a couple of spells that would be valuable to the right starter group, but he had yet to find anyone that would hang around for more than a mission or two. Adventurers tended to get very few solo-contracts, and the ones that did come down from the rich people were like blood in the water for sharks. They were constantly fighting over them, leading most people like him to find some group or other that would tolerate them. The bigger contracts paid better, anyway.

[i]But fighter are a dime a dozen, aren’t they?[/i] he thought, sighing. [i]Not like there’s not competition there, too…[/i]

Leroy had made a small living for himself in his out of the way village for a while. He was a decent sellsword, and had managed to bring down the bandit population by a large chunk, but once that was done, there really wasn’t enough work for someone like him back there. He needed something bigger, something better.

But in the cities…

It had been so much simpler in the Guild. All he had to do was show up, swing his sword at the dummy or his teacher, and then go back to sleep. Eat, train, sleep. That was the way of life in the Guild, and he’d just assumed that it would be easy when he graduated. After all, all the other adventurers in the Guild had been sure that they would stick together.

That hadn’t happened. Some of them had gone off on their own, others formed groups and cliques with their friends with no room for outsiders, and some people just quit. Leroy had been left without any of the support that he’d expected, and the people that he’d taken for his friends had disappeared without a trace. He wasn’t even sure if they were still in the business or if they were just gone.

Groaning, he rubbed his face, feeling the scar along his right eye throbbing slightly under his fingers. It always did that when he was stressed or irritated, and there was little that he could do about that. He sighed, running his fingers back, through his dark hair, pulling it flat against his head again before the wind could blow it any further out of place.

[i]God, what I’d give for someone to travel with.[/i]

A sudden explosion rocked his peaceful world, and Leroy wobbled, stutter-stepping to one side until he leaned against a tree. A second explosion followed, too big and dull to be a fireball going off. It had to be something more mechanical, perhaps an artificer’s gunpowder device or something like that.

Whatever it was, it was something that wasn’t supposed to be happening in the forest, which meant that he had something to break up the boredom.

Leroy unsheathed his sword and ran down the path, leaping over fallen branches and raised roots. There were no more explosions to be heard, but the clang-clang of blades clashing meant that a fight had surely started. He pushed himself to run faster, the padded armor over his shoulders and down his chest bouncing and reminding him how horribly it actually fit. Not the sort of thing that he would have liked to wear, but better than –

“Get away from me!”

Right around the corner. Leroy grabbed a branch overhead and swung himself forward and around the last tree, only to find himself staring at a fight gone mad.

There were no less than five bandits dead on the ground, with four more travelers strewn among them. Some of the latter had clearly been stabbed before they’d even realized that the bandits were upon them, and the explosions had been bombs that were left on the road. Three upturned wagons showed the damage that had been done to the caravan coming through, and that was just the start.

Leroy whipped his head to the fight and the man that was still standing. There were still five bandits circling him, but the older man – probably three years older than him, if that – was still holding them off with a dagger that he flicked from side to side. Each of the bandits had bloodied fingers, and they gritted their teeth as they kept trying to get close, only to be pushed back again.

“Back, you assholes. Back!”

He watched as one of the bandits lunged forward, only for the long-haired, broad-shouldered man to twist in place. The bandit darted past, missing with his stab, and the stranger spun and stabbed the bandit in the neck. As the robber fell, blood bubbling from his throat and neck, the others moved on him –

“Ugh!”

Only for Leroy to make his move. He charged forward and stabbed one of the other bandits, bringing it from five to three. The rest of them spun around, staring at him in shock. Leroy pulled away, his sword sliding free of the body that hung off the tip, and he took a stance with one hand low and the other extended.

“You think that you can just prey on travelers?” he asked.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the bandits grunted.

“Just someone passing through.”

“Stay out of this, kid, and you can take some of the goods, yourself.”

Leroy arched an eyebrow. The other man, still shaking his head and flicking the dagger around, chuckled.

“Trying to buy off adventurers, bandits?” the older man said.

“What – no way. This kid’s too young for that.”

“Stabbed one of your friends easy enough, didn’t he?”

“Not interested in the treasures of murdered men,” Leroy said, pointing his sword at the bandit that seemed to be the leader. “And I think that you should be paying more attention to me now. You’ve troubled him enough.”

“Oh, fuck off. We still outnumber you.”

“Not by as much as you did.”

Another bandit lunged in. Leroy couldn’t get his blade up in time to stab him, but he was able to block the blow and spin around the attacker, putting himself between the bandits and their target. He chuckled, tossing the blade from hand to hand as the bandits tried to organize themselves.

“You got a name?” he asked.

“Karl,” the man behind him said. “Looks like the Guild’s still keeping up their training.”

“Thanks.”

“Just keep them off me for a few seconds, and I’ll handle them myself.”

“Take a break. You survived long enough for me to get here; that’ll be good enough.”

“Kid –”

Leroy leaped into the fray without another word, flicking his broadsword around like a rapier. He’d been trained to use it with a light hand, and he darted from one bandit to the another. Cling-clang-cling, the blades sang, and he couldn’t help but smile as he got into the fight. Ducking under one swing, redirecting a thrust, tripping one bandit only to have to leap away just before he could deliver the killing blow: it was all what he had trained for, and it felt [i]good[/i] to be exercising his training the way that he was.

Forward.

Back.

He danced with the blade, and they tried to keep up. They never came close to landing a blow, but the fact that it was three against one meant that he kept getting pushed back before he could land one of his own. He grunted, huffed, groaned as he kept pushing forward and getting driven back again. So close, every time, but they were too many –

“Get down, kid.”

Leroy decided to listen. As he threw himself to the earth, [i]something[/i] soared overhead, and by the time that he brought his head up again, he saw something that he almost couldn’t believe was real.

Karl was fighting them, but not with a dagger. The older man’s brown hair swept down his back and over his arms, turning from hair to fur as it went, and Leroy stared as the other man went to all fours, growling and snarling. His face pushed forward, stretching out and becoming a bestial muzzle, and everything thickened along his body before Leroy’s eyes.

The bandits were too shocked to fight back, not effectively, and they froze up for a few critical seconds. That was all that Karl needed to finish his transformation from man to bear, his clothes ripping to pieces, his legs and arms becoming thick trunks of limbs, and his entire body growing with muscle and fat and fur.

And when he raised one of his forepaws, it was as deadly a weapon as any sword, and far more powerful than any club.

The meaty thud of the paw coming down on one of the bandits’ heads shattered the air, and the bandit hit the ground with a dull thud. The others stared, unable to believe what they had just witnessed, and they took a shaky step back –

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Leroy leaped forward, cutting off their retreat. The bandits stared at him, then at the big bear looming in front of them, and they tried to run.

They didn’t make it.

Whether by sword, claw, or fang, the bandits were cut down, and as they fell, the road was strewn with blood. Streaks and lines of red dirtied the ground, and the bandits fell in a pile together. They were as dead as the helpless figures that they had ambushed, and Leroy and the were-bear that Karl had revealed himself as stood panting, huffing and puffing for breath.

As they slowly recovered, Karl began a transformation back. It was just as quick as the transformation that had taken him to bear form, but it was certainly a little more interesting to watch. As the fur retracted, pulling every more inward and leaving him more and more exposed as a human, it was hard for Leroy not to stare. There was something rather interesting about another naked man, of course, but there was something more to it than that. There was something…something intriguing about the transformation in and of itself, and the sight of the other man’s body slowly going from furred to fleshed, of his muzzle slowly pulling in against his face, and the way that his ears and arms and hands slowly became more human and returned to their proper place. He stared, unable to help himself as the process continued, shaking his head in disbelief.

By the time that Karl had completely shifted back to his human self, long-haired, pale-skinned, and naked as the day was long, Leroy was blushing, and he was doing his absolute best not to show how much of a hard-on that he had in his pants.

“Ugh…sorry about having to do it that fast,” Karl said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re not going to have some sort of freakout now, are you?”

“Why would I do that?” Leroy muttered.

“Well, either I get someone that wants to see me dead, or someone that wants me to just go away.”

“…I’m, uh, not thinking of either of those things.”

If anything, he was wondering how the transformation felt, how it would feel go undergo it himself, whether there was something…

[i]How does it feel to go from flesh to fur? How does it feel to get all that muscle? How does it feel to have paws instead of hands and feet? And how does it feel to have your dick all wrapped up down there…[/i]

There were so many questions that he wanted to ask, but none of them felt like the sort of thing that a polite – and more to the point, normal – person would ask someone that they had just helped kill bandits. It felt like something that a freak would ask someone else, and…

And he was all alone in the forest, and there wasn’t much else to do, he supposed. Leroy rubbed the back of his head as he sheathed his sword, looking up and away.

“Actually…”

“Yeah?” Karl grunted.

“I was going to say –”

“What?”

“I was going to say that it was…that it was kinda hot watching you transform. I just…kinda wish that it had lasted longer.”

The other man blinked, slowly leaning back against one of the ruined wagons. He chuckled, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, what? You’re going to have to say that again, because I’m pretty fucking sure that I heard you wrong.”

“You didn’t.”

“Say it again, then,” Karl said, his dick hanging over one thigh. “I want to hear that again, because I’m sure as hell not going to be hearing it anywhere else anytime soon.”

“Ugh, do I have to?”

“Heh, if you want to get anything else. Yes.”

“Ugh…fine…”

Leroy rubbed the back of his head, looking anywhere but at the naked man. It had been way too long since he had had anyone teasing him like this, and longer still since he’d had anyone that he had been interested in on any level. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karl’s lips turn up in an imitation of a bear’s smirking snarl. He looked away, biting his lips a bit as he tried to get his thoughts in order.

[i]Should I…[/i]

He could admit that he liked what he saw, and that wasn’t that hard, but what if there was something else? What if…

[i]What if I ask him to stick around? And what if he says yes?[/i]

It would be the first time that he had had a companion in far too long. He’d missed being with people. He missed having others around, both for conversation and to have that feeling of…companionship. Maybe Karl would be interested in something like that. Maybe…maybe he could have that in his life again.

[i]You’ll only know if you ask.[/i]

Sighing, Leroy turned back to the long-haired man. Karl just looked at him with that same smirk on his face, almost like he knew. Leroy hesitated for a second more, then just…let it all out.

“I thought that it was really hot watching you change, and I wished you took longer. And…I wanted to know how it felt.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah,” Leroy said, nodding. “I just…I’ve heard of various weres, and I thought that they were always so cool, and at the same time, I just…I imagined how it would feel to turn from one species to another, to feel your skin turning into something else, to feel that fur coming in or the scales running down your back. I just…it seems so different, and so intense, and…and…”

“And you’re horny as hell for it.”

“…Maybe a bit.”

“A bit? I can smell that from here.”

“What – even though you’re –”

“Just because I’m back in a human shape doesn’t mean I lose all the senses I have as a bear,” Karl said, shaking his head. “And I can smell that hard-on from here. You’re thinking about how it’d feel to turn into one, alright…and maybe something a little bit more, eh? Maybe the feeling of having someone like me over you?”

“…Maybe,” he admitted, rubbing his arm.

“You been wandering long?”

“Long enough,” Leroy said, shaking his head.

“How long since you had someone with you?”

“…Long enough.”

“Kid like you doesn’t have a lot of experience. Coulda gotten yourself killed.”

Before Leroy could protest, Karl pushed himself away from the damaged wagon. Sway, sway, sway went that shameless dick between the other man’s legs, and he blushed as he made himself look up rather than down at that thing. It was harder than he expected. Quite a bit harder, as a matter of fact.

“Looks like you could use someone to help look after you. Show you the ropes. Teach you the roads. Maybe you could be a good were-bear yourself, if you had time.”

“…Are you…do you mean…”

“Question is, do you want it?”

“Of course!” Leroy said, standing up straight.

“I’m serious, kid. Do you want this?” Karl asked, stopping in front of him, one hand on his shoulder. “I can change you, make you into a were-bear, but that means that it’s going to be the real you from now on. There’s not going to be any changing that. You can’t just turn back to human after you change the first time, and there’s no getting away from it. You understand? This is a lifetime thing.”

“…I…I understand.”

“And you still want it?”

There was a moment of hesitation and a few seconds of thinking about how it would feel to be completely lost to the human world. Karl’s current state was mostly human, but now that they were close, now that the other man was completely naked, he could see a few tell-tale signs. There were silver marks along his fingers, signs of claws where the nails were, and the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet were darker than the rest of him. There was just a hint of something that looked like dust on his nose, but no, that was the same color as his bear nose.

There were signs that would mark him out as a were-bear, and there would be people that could see that. He’d have to be careful from now on, and he’d have to learn how to control the transformation that he’d be going through. And yet…

And yet, at the same time, it sounded amazing.

“I want it,” he admitted.

“Alright. Then let’s get you changed.”

“Do you need to –”

“Just a bit.”

Karl opened his mouth, and as he smiled, his teeth started to warp. The flatter teeth at the back grew pointed and curled, and the ones at the front pressed upward, becoming more menacing and more…predatory. He stared, his mouth hanging open as he realized that this was really going to happen. Some small flare of fear surged in his heart, but it was quickly buried under curiosity…and an eager need for this.

He held still as Karl leaned forward, a growing muzzle giving him the space to bite down on Leroy’s shoulder. The sudden sharp points pressing into his skin gave him a flash of pain, but it was gone shortly after.

Then…

Then the heat started.

He gasped, leaning against a nearby tree as the sheer warmth of the transformation surged through his veins, running from his head right down to his feet. His eyes rolled back as he gripped at his face, huffing and puffing through clenched teeth as his blood warmed him, spreading through him, feeling like the skin was catching fire beneath the surface.

“Oh fuck…oh, god…”

“Just…ride it,” Karl said, his voice falling deeper.

Leroy didn’t have much choice in the matter. The change was already rushing through him, taking charge and leaving him at its mercy. Before he could even get used to the feeling of the hot sensation in his veins, or the way that he was starting to sweat like a pig across his forehead and down his back, the first little prickly feelings of the change started taking hold. He stared down at his hand on the tree, unable to look away as the first streaks of brown fur started to push through his skin, popping out and covering his hand from the back of his hand down to the backs of his fingers.

Yet, even as the fur spread, so did the rest of the transformation. His hand thickened quickly, spreading out along the tree, and he could feel the sheer strength that was slowly forming in his arm. Muscle, so much muscle, was being created out of nothing. His arm felt tight, stretched, and yet, the muscle never stopped growing.

As his arm thickened, as his fingers grew pointed and clawed, the change spread across the rest of his body. His armor was tight across his shoulders and getting tighter as he swelled from the inside. The thick fur was already making it hard for anything to fit properly on him, and he could barely catch his breath as he felt it squeezing around him. The little straps were over the shoulders, but his fingers no longer wanted to bend properly. He couldn’t even pull at the leather straps to get them off.

Out of frustration, he punched the tree. The impact cratered the bark, leaving a fist-sized dent in it. And yet, his hand was fine.

[i]Oh god…[/i]

“Nnnngh. All fours,” Karl grunted.

He followed the more experienced were-bear’s suggestion, letting himself drop. It was easier that way; even though his arms were the thickest part of him now, the change was spreading down his back, and it was easier to rest on all fours rather than try and support that weight. He leaned his head forward –

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

And his top fell over his head. It spared his leather shirt the damage that was –

“Nnnngh…”

He groaned as he felt the sheer tightness of the armor around his hips, though. Despite the fact that it was leather rather than metal, it still didn’t want to break from his hips growing thicker, or…or his ass growing wider…or his thighs getting broader.

Huffing and puffing for breath, he stomped one arm – no, a leg now, a leg tipped with a thick hand-paw – on the ground. The fur had completely come in over his shoulders and chest, and the heat was surging through his legs, along his hips, and –

“Ah…ah…”

Right across his face. He could feel it like a fire inside his skull, slowly flaring outward, pulsing with the changing heat. It ran across his tongue, inside his mouth, and then –

“Nnnngh…”

And then straight forward, pushing against the inside of his lips and nose. It was almost too hot for a second, and then his muzzle started growing in, and it eased. Pulse, shift, pulse, shift; every time the heat surged forward, his face pushed out again, growing longer, and longer, and his tongue and teeth shifted to fit the new muzzle on his face. His ears started twisting around, growing more rounded as they moved up and along the sides of his head.

Just as his muzzle finished growing in, his pants finally ripped right off his hips. The leather tore down the sides, his new, thicker legs breaking through in one smooth motion, and his boots broke off his new paws at the same time. A tiny little tuft of fur and fluff grew out from the base of his spine, pushing out further and further until it became a tiny tail.

“Rrrrrrr…”

He couldn’t speak so easily anymore, and his mouth rolled and popped as his face and the bones in it kept changing. His humanity faded, leaving nothing behind but the raw, strange pleasure of being something different.

Something bigger.

Something stronger.

Leroy was still trying to process just how much he’d changed – and he was still feeling the slow, sucking feeling of a new fleshy tube rubbing around the base of his shaft – when Karl growled and pushed at him from behind. The new were-bear looked over his shoulder at the bigger male, saw the same sort of smirk on his face as before, and –

Sniff.

Sniff.

He smelled the maleness behind him, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one that was turned on with what had just happened. As his balls fell, wrapped in a fluffy fur coat that was getting thicker and thicker by the second, and his orbs churned and swelled, he felt a smile creeping onto his face. He was…he really was going to let this happen.

There was no way to reach around the way that he might have done if he’d still been human, but he could lean against a tree and make himself more available. The new were-bear pressed his forepaws to a nearby tree trunk, tested his weight against it, then leaned forward. His hind legs spread bit by bit as he edged them to the side, and he watched as Karl circled back and forth behind him.

Each step was loud, like a thump that went right through him. His breath caught in his throat as he waited for that first thrust, knowing that it was going to be intense when it finally happened, and not sure if he could –

“Nnngh!”

“Rrrrrr…”

Karl leaped up, forelegs wrapping around his middle and that hard, throbbing cock just barely nudging between his cheeks. It was big, and it was hot and wet and slick with need and lust, but there was so much between them that it didn’t seem quite so scary as it might have done. He huffed, grunting against the tree as the other were-bear thrust forward, tip sliding between his cheeks and nudging against his hole. It slid back, then in, then back again, leaving strings of pre-cum behind as the two of them negotiated back and forth, trying to find the right angle for their fun.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Squelch.

The two were-bears growled as one as Karl finally found the right angle, and far more than just the little bit at the tip slid in. Leroy’s breath whooshed right out of his lungs as he wheezed against the tree, his eyes all but bugging out of their sockets as he felt someone inside of him. The other bear was already shifting his position, thrusting away, humping in the style of beasts, and he…

He didn’t want it to stop.

Grunting and lowing like the beast that he had become, Leroy closed his eyes and just focused on the feeling of the big bear cock sliding inside of him. It pressed right against a perfect spot inside of him, nudging, teasing, pleasing him every time that Karl thrust inside. The other bear pressed against his back, keeping him pinned against the tree, and for the first time in far too long, he didn’t feel alone.

Leroy just gave in to the other bear. He didn’t know how he would transform back, nor did he know how well this would work for him over the long term. He was a were-bear now, and there was no cure for that. He would have to deal with the random transformations, the way that people would treat him, and living as something that wasn’t human from now on.

But at least he wouldn’t have to deal with it on his own.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A young adventurer stumbles across a stranger on the road, and finds himself subject to a transformation.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Human, Were-Bear, Transformation, Bear, Human to Bear, Intelligent Feral, Feral Were, Anal, Fantasy,