Death Tamed Completely
Having the wolf known as Death himself on a literal leash, the Bear family had the key to eternal life. They put this power to use almost immediately, cementing themselves as higher beings and expanding their domain as their clan grew in numbers. Other bears were absolved into the family through marriage or submitting themselves to the immortal ursine family. Greater amounts of territory were taken over and used to build a civilization all their own. Having all the time in the world and unimaginable amounts of wealth, the family was able to build themselves an entire city. Time stopped having any relevance for the bears, they had all they needed to live forever, all the resources they would ever need. The family heads settled in comfortable positions of power, standing above all others.
Before they knew it, centuries had passed and the city grew more advanced. By then the clan was massive and members of the Bear family could be found everywhere. Of course most resided in the city made for them. But it was not just bears. Also a part of their society were an abundance of wolves. All of them male and all of them coming out slim and smaller than any of the ursines. These wolves came exclusively from Honey. A temple had been built to house Death and the wolf spent countless hours being milked of his cum by the transmasc bear. Honey could never get enough of Death’s potent, magical seed filling his womb. And from this came a race of wolves that were lesser than the bears in terms of size and strength. They were naturally submissive, quick to submit just like their father.
These wolves were allowed to stay because they possessed a smaller scale version of Death’s power, granting a life boost when they were fucked. When not being fucked they were made to serve and took on all jobs. The wolves were seen as little more than pets and servants while the bears were in power, having the lupines at their beckon call. While most bears had at most 3 wolves, the family heads had multiple; practical hordes of wolves in their domains so they could attend to all needs at once. Cooking, cleaning, fucking. With so many wolves nearby, there was no need to wait for these wants or needs to be fulfilled.
It had been so long since their city was established that few could remember how it actually came to be. They just knew that the family heads, especially Papa and Daddy were the ones responsible for all of this.
“We’ve gotten some more letters,” Daddy said. A wolf had brought them in, placing them on the table that he and Papa were sitting at. The addresses on them came from all kinds of places.
“Any of interest?” Papa asked with an almost bored tone.
“None worth flicking a drop of honey at,” Daddy said as he spread his legs.
With a great society came politics. Things were peaceful in their land but they were a whole world outside that wanted to get a piece of what they had, either through offering their own resources or making threats that were always empty. The Bears had land, the leftovers of Jack’s magical object collection, and of course an army of immortal bears with traits that were far beyond natural. As much as it bored them both, the two had to discuss the going’s-on of the world, and see those who had come all this way to talk of trade and policy.
“Send in the first,” Papa said. Two wolves opened the doors to the meeting room, allowing a sharply dressed fox to walk in. The fox had already noticed that the wolves were the serving class in the city. All of them were dressed in either skimpy clothing or completely nude and those belonging to the two most important bears were no exception. In fact the wolves owned by Papa and Daddy had more decorations to highlight their features. Some had shiny cages on their groins, completely locking them up, and others had glimmering plugs keeping their tailholes spread as they walked.
“Oi! You’re just gonna stand there? We’ve got a queue!” Daddy shouted at the fox, making him jump. The fox cleared his throat and approached the table with a stack of papers in his hand. He came from a land overseas and was hoping to establish a treaty between his homeland and the Bears’ city.
Having their attention, the fox cleared his throat and began to speak. Reciting the rehearsed proposal, the vulpine was listing all the things that made their land unique, hoping to peak the leaders’ interest. From their ore, to their unique fruits, he was sure that they would be interested in working something out but neither seemed to be listening. Not only were they looking distracted but they were both groaning, their voices groaning in volume until the vulpine’s voice was all but drowned out.
The fox was wondering what was going on until he heard the sounds of sucking. Confused, he followed his ears and looked under the table, gasping at the sight of their big uncut cocks being sucked. Having one working on their length each, the older and younger bears saw no reason to restrain their voices. The fox continued to watch, awed by the size of the ursines’ shafts but also the wolves that were stuffing every inch down without any visible issue, their throat bulging as the inches slid down deep.
“Oi! What did I say earlier? If you’ve got nothing to offer then sod off!” Daddy huffed, slamming his paw on the table, causing the fox to jump and return his gaze to the topside.
“B-but what about all of the things I had listed. The fruits, the ore, the prime shipping location?” the fox asked with exasperation in his voice.
“Ah, we’ve got plenty of that stuff,” Daddy said while rolling his eyes. “Mmm, suck it harder,” he muttered to the wolf sucking his shaft.
“We’ve been at this a long time. We’ve got all the fruit trees and mines we could ever need,” Papa added.
“And the shipping location?” the fox asked. His sense of defeat was palpable. Coming all this way with everything prepared, only to find that they weren’t remotely interested in even his best offers.
“We’ve got plenty of those too,” Daddy said as he placed a paw under the table, grunting as he started to thrust into the mouth pumping up and down his inches. “Guess you’re going back to wherever you came from empty handed.”
The fox hung his head and collected his things, walking away from the table with his head hung low. The wolves by the door opened them for him and shut them when he passed.
“Bring in the next!” Papa called, doing the same as his son, rocking his hips and stuffing his cock down the wolf’s esophagus, chuckling and groaning as he felt the silky walls and heard the muffled gags. He didn’t need to look under the table to know that the wolf was swallowing down his musky rod, drinking down his precum and sniffing his strong scent, loving every second of it. They were all so eager to please, the moment they were of age, the wolves were set to be assigned to a bear or put to work. The length not in the throat was being rubbed by the long, smooth tongue. Rubbing in tandem with the wet appendage were the wolf’s smooth hands, rubbing all over the plump furry balls. His fingers were becoming damp with the bear’s sweat, the scent seeping into his own grey fur.
Walking into the room next was a stallion. With the passage of time came the advancements of magic and technology. There was also a much greater number of talking animals. Many were now in positions of power just like the Bears. Most of the requests came from other magical creatures. Humans seemed to be afraid to come by, not that the bears minded that. Most humans were nothing but trouble, though there were also many good ones like their beloved Goldie.
“Hope I’m not interrupting,” the equine said as he stepped up to the table, noticing the wolves that were under it. He didn’t seem fazed at all by what he saw, sitting at his designated chair. Unlike the first there wasn’t a lot carried by the horse, just a simple brown box. Obviously nothing dangerous was inside or he wouldn’t have been allowed to see them.
“Not at all,” Daddy said, having a lighter tone than before. This one seemed like he wasn’t here to waste their time. “So, what’s in the box?”
“Glad you asked,” the equine said. Instead of hooves he had hands and was able to open the box and pull out a jar of honey. Daddy was instantly interested in what he was seeing. The jar’s lid was twisted and pulled off. Wafting from the container immediately was a rich sweet but also spicy scent that was making the bears’ mouths water.
“What’s this now?” Daddy asked, leaning forwards a bit. The sounds of the sucking could still be heard and his groaning continued.
“This is a sample of the prime honey that we produce,” the equine advertised, passing the honey over to Papa. “This is just one of the many kinds that we make. Naturally harvested, infused with spices, and a drop of our patented potions. We only produce the best. Flavor, scent, and consistency all have to be perfect.”
Papa dipped a claw into the jar and licked it. He perked up and smiled. “Well I’ll be!”
“Oi! Give me some of that!” Daddy said, almost whining as he reached his paw out. It was passed to him and he messily ducked his entire paw into the jar, making some of the honey splatter out. Pulling it out, he feverishly licked all over, slurping up the honey while humming from the flavor that made his taste buds tingle. “Oh, this is amazing!”
“I’m glad to hear that. We’ve been a small mom-and-pop shop for a while. Now my wife and I think it’s time to expand. I can’t think of anyone who would appreciate a product of this quality more,” the stallion said.
Daddy passed the honey back and Papa dipped more than just a claw into the container, slathering his tongue in the perfect blend of sweet and spicy. As he swallowed it down, Papa felt something happening. That tingling heat on his tongue was spreading to the rest of his body. Daddy was groaning in a different way, pushing the wolf’s mouth from his cock as he shuddered.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Daddy asked with a bit of concern in his voice.
“Oh, there’s no need to fear. I forgot to mention that the magic in particular was that of lust. We call this flavor “Passion Spice.” It works fast and gets you randy like a bunny in heat,” the stallion elaborated with enthusiasm.
“Rrgh! Could have told us ahead of time!” Refueled with a stronger sense of lust and need, Baby pulled the wolf from underneath the table and all but slammed him onto the flat surface. The wolf moaned and squirmed as he was penetrated by the bear’s thick cock, stuffed deep in one go. Papa did the same, having a burning need that had to be taken care of. “You’ve got yourself a deal!”
While pounding deep into their respective wolf, the two managed to reach their hands out and sign the needed paperwork to close the deal and ensure they would have plenty of this kind of honey along with the other flavors that had yet to be experienced. In addition to a large loan, they gave the stallion access to an entire factory, much to his delight. He walked away after thanking them and the bears chose to cancel the rest of the day’s meeting, needing to focus on quelling their “heat.”
***
Soon enough the bears had access to this new kind of honey, its various flavors and effects. They were all delicious, quickly becoming the family’s new favorite. Of all the Bears, Hefty was the most pleased about this new partnership. At his clawtips was access to as much honey he could eat. He paid generously for large amounts of the stuff, having a collection of each flavor. The biggest bear in the family was all too content to lay back on a pile of cushions while his harem of wolves fed him copious amounts of honey. Consuming so much in a relatively short time day by day was having an effect on the already massive orso.
The already large features that he possessed were further increased from the heavy and constant consumption of magic. Those small doses in each batch of honey added up and Hefty had become even heftier. His body as a whole had grown bigger, most prominently was his belly. It stuck out further and had become wider as well. His wolves had more to rub when he demanded, including his massive sweaty soles. The only thing that compared to the expansion of his stomach were his loins. Consuming every type of honey had made his cock even huger and his balls hung even lower, both orbs nearly twice the size they were before.
Higher endurance, increased fluid production, a libido boost, and stronger musk. Nowadays Hefty was spending hours if not days being worshiped, putting his harem to work, some keeping him fed while others were rubbing and licking at whatever parts he demanded; more often than not being multiple spots at once.
“So good...” he muttered. Another jar had been finished and he was already signaling for another to be brought to him. The previous was a sweet tasting blue honey. The next one was more of that sweet and spicy honey. The lazy bear simply opened his mouth and one of his pets was all but pouring the thick stuff in.
The other wolves had their various tasks to do. Some of them were tasked with worshiping the huge, meaty pair of soles. All too happy to serve, the wolves selected to do so were already sniffing deeply, breathing in the sharp, funky smell of the ursine’s wide soles. They moaned from it, having their noses pressed firmly to the very warm and damp surfaces. Instead of rubbing the feet with their hands, the wolves used their long and flat tongues, dragging them over the sweat-slathered surfaces. Even more hums and moans of delight came from them in reaction to the taste of bitter yet flavorful sweat.
They knew just what to do; working together to cover the entire area. There was plenty of room for all of them: the persisting taste of sweat was infused into the skin, always there no matter how much they licked. That was good for them too as they couldn’t get enough of the musk and it’s tang on their moving tongues. Rather than fighting over it, the harem members worked together, all having their place and a shared desire to make their bear feel good.
Hefty’s groans were sending collective shivers up their spines. Experienced and dedicated to the task, the tongues were working effectively on their respective areas. His heels, soles, and toes were all being passionately lapped over. Cleaning and savoring at the same time, the many canines were kept motivated by something innate. Their arousal was constant, stemming from their feelings towards the bear. The moment they were assigned to him, they had a desire to make him feel good; to please him in whatever way they could.
The big bear kept them feeling fulfilled, rewarding them with plenty of chances to feed him, rub his body, and lick it too. Pleasure came from their tongues dancing all over his feet, traveling upwards to the rest of Hefty’s body. So much honey being consumed kept in a sense of near-constant arousal. All he had to do was signal with his paw, pointing at a certain area and a wolf would be there to rub and lick it as well.
While his feet were being taken care of, he had two more wolves pat and rub his belly. One on each side of him, their hands were reaching far out, covering all the area they could in one go. Hefty’s sounds of delight gained a deeper tone, much to his servant’s growing delight. It caused them to put greater effort into the actions, rubbing faster and pressing into the soft, jiggly mound. Some more wolves were brought in to assist, some rubbing with their kneading hands while others were using their tongues, rolling them over the soft but heady fur, seeking out the flavors that had seeped into the pelt.
Hefty took matters into his own hand, dipping two digits of his paw into a jar of pink honey, slathering them onto his nipples. The pink variety came with an alluring scent that was making his mouth water immediately. But it wasn’t for him. Without needing a signal, two more wolves were quick to rush in, latching onto his nipples with their open mouth. Their passionate moans were muffled as he lapped up the tasty substance, running their tongues over the nipples, suckling as much as they could. Pink honey was made specifically for the wolves, having a special formula that lured them in like bees. They couldn’t resist it.
Having his nipples sucked, his belly rubbed, and his feet licked, Hefty was feeling very pleased. He laid back, his hands behind his head, letting his scent waft out, knowing that it would make the rest needy. Those left to watch were indeed whining with a desire to be involved. All would get their turn in time. There were plenty of him to go around.
The wolves at his feet had gone from licking to sucking, some suckling on the sweaty skin of his soles while others were up at the end of his feet, sucking on the digits, tracing their tongues along the sharp curves of his claws. Hefty hummed and spread them playfully, wiggling and pressing them against the flat, warm muscle. He couldn’t get enough of them; how much they needed them, all too desperate for everything that he could give.
Spreading his legs and snapping his digits, Hefty directed some of the wolves that were at his feet to focus on his groin. The thickest and longest cock had become even more so thanks to the magic. Almost immediately there were a pair of faces pressed to his ballsack. So hot and sweaty that it was nearly steaming, his orbs were being fondled by the small and soft wolf paws. He could hear them commenting on how much bigger and heavier they had become.
Noses were desperately drinking in his ball musk, the feeling bringing tingles and tickles to the bear. Moans came as they exhaled, not lasting long. Quick to push their muzzles to the furry orbs again, the pets continued sniffing but did more, making use of their tongues. With as much fervor, the tongues were lapping over the balls, covering as much area as they could at one time. They collected as much sweat as they could, feeling the orbs churning against their lapping muscles, full of musky seed that they wanted to drink down.
“You’re all doing such a good job,” Hefty praised, chuckling from the sight of so many wagging tails. His words emboldened all of them. All of the paws and tongues on his body were moving with greater effectiveness, making the pleasure and comfort even better for him. The treatment given to his feet had them slathered in wolf spit. His belly was rumbling pleasantly from the massaging, and the many tongues on his balls and nipples caused his cock to swell. It was rising as blood rushed into the flesh that had gone from a branch to a meaty log.
No order was given for his cock to be touched yet so the wolves had to make do with putting their full attention on the part assigned to them. Those sucking his balls were trying their best; opening their muzzles wider in an attempt to fit the spheres into their muzzles but they wouldn’t be able to do so. Not at this point. The already wet surface was made even more so by their saliva. It was sinking into the brown pelt, adding to their soaked state and weight. The churning against their tongues was becoming stronger, making the canines shudder. They looked up and saw that precum was starting to ooze from the tip, sliding down the underside with visible weight.
Hefty made a motion for everyone to step back. They did so and some went to fetch the things he pointed out. What they brought back was a trough of sorts, placed at the end of the cushions. Hefty sat up, repositioning himself to have his cock pointing straight and towards it. Then he called for some wolves to start licking his cock. On both sides of him were several of the canines, all working their mouths off his shaft at the same time.
As they did that, Hefty finally did something for himself. He started to rock his hips, pumping his cock against the warm and smooth mouths. Coming from him were deeper grunts and chuffs. His churning balls were spilling more of their contents, the precum freely leaking from the opening, dripping and falling into the trough, being collected. His cock was throbbing as he thrust in between the multitude of muzzles that were suckling, licking, and nuzzling. They were all trying to get their fill of sweat and the precum that got slathered onto their lips.
The smell of him was rising, causing all of his pets’ nostrils to flare. They hungrily took it all in and nearly fought over the chance to get the bear’s ball fluids on their moving tongues. They acted in time with the ursine, pushing their muzzles against the flesh to make a tighter hold for him, giving him as much pleasure as they could manage.
“Not much more...” Hefty told them, knowing that their excitement would be going through the roof.
Snorting, he thrust faster, listening to the sounds of his cock pumping past their lips; the cacophony of moans, slurps, and sucks. His pets were shameless and desperate. Going back and forth, he pushed the whole of his cock between the mouths, smacking his balls to the sides of the front ones’ faces. Hearing their louder moans, seeing their eyes drawing up was a sight that did much for Hefty. Greater amounts of precum was being released into the trough, the amount of it rising and sloshing a bit. A light steam was rising from the sticky liquid and so did a rich, musky scent that made all of the pets suddenly hungry.
With each of his thrusts came another squeeze from the pressing muzzles, all getting wetter and smelling stronger of the bear’s sweat and precum. Tails were wagging fiercely and their sniffing could be easily heard. Just as much as he loved being worshiped, Hefty couldn’t get enough of seeing their reactions.
With a growl rising from his huge chest, Hefty managed another strong thrust, biting his lip from the rush of extreme pleasure that raced through the whole of his body. Loud splashes were heard and he looked down to see his seed being sprayed into the trough, quickly filling it up. The wolves continued to worship his cock until every huge drop of his long and potent load was spilled. There was so much seed that it was overflowing, splattering onto the floor.
“Hoo... Alright. Dinner time, boys,” Hefty said. He sat down on the cushions again with a heavy thump and watched as his wolves were feeding themselves with his fresh spunk, dunking their heads into the overfull trough, drinking down the seed with fervor.
***
More travels, fights, and dabbling in some specially tailored magic allowed Grizzly to keep growing. His many experiences added to the already prominent bulk he possessed. Over centuries the rough furred and scarred bear had become a mountain of muscle. The bulging bulk and swollen veins were easily seen beneath his pelt. Among the other large bears, he was a behemoth; only outdone in sheer size by Hefty.
If not exploring, Grizzly spent a lot of his time working out, training his body, increasing its power and might. Satisfaction was maintained by retiring to his quarters that were shared by Hefty. The bigger bear was again enjoying himself, being fed and tended to by his pets. Grizzly has his own designated wolves that were quick to fall in line the moment he walked in. The bulky bear was surrounded by canines all too willing to be ordered around.
Grizzly first sat down, made himself comfortable and put the wolves to work. He selected two from the group, caring not for the other’s disappointment. Stepping up before the bear, awaiting their order, their eyes were scanning the whole of the musclebound ursine’s form. Grizzly simply lifted his large, thick arms, giving the wolves a clear view of his underarms.
Cleaning himself the least, Grizzly’s smell was stronger than anyone else’s. It struck the wolves’ noses immediately with enough force to make them reel back. Its potency had them instantly hooked. They were all but drooling on themselves, still standing in place, waiting for a direct order to be given. When Grizzly was ready he just simply told them to start cleaning up his pits. All but diving onto him, the canines pressed themselves to either side of him, diving their muzzles between the huge thick arms right away.
Their muzzles got soaked from the sweat that was still trickling downwards, seeping into their own fur and making them smell more of him than themselves. Grizzly felt the puffs of breaths against his underarms and smirked, always gaining a boost of ego from how fervently they were huffing his intense musk directly. Countless days of sweat buildup created a haze that punched the canine’s olfactory, making them shake and whimper just from inhaling.
The canines were rubbing their faces into it, getting the sweat all over before finally touching their tongues to the hot, dank area. Dragging along the shape of it, combing through the rough muggy armpit fur, collecting all of the raw bitterness and grime on their taste buds. There was not a hint of disgust from either of his pets. Their tongues were thoroughly working to clear away the fresh but Grizzly had gone so long without a good cleaning that the overwhelming reek was a permanent part of his body, ever maintaining its strength no matter how many licks the pits, or any other part of the muscular bear’s body was given.
There was no ounce of hesitation or disgust within any of the wolves. Diving their muzzles in, pushing them deep into the overly sweat-soaked, almost slimy pit fur. The tongues plunged through the hairs, reaching the rough skin that carried an even stronger, taste bud-shocking tang. Adding to the abundance of slickness was their saliva, also providing greater amounts of heat and a massage-like sensation that soothed the dull ache that thrummed through the bear’s body.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’re all a bunch of weak, scrawny musk sluts,” Grizzly growled. Those licking him moaned even more and the others whined. All of their tails were wagging rapidly.
Even if the wolves were born to serve, most couldn’t handle the degree of Grizzly’s downright offending odor, the ‘grizzly’ stink that was a product of so much sweat and filth left to build up over countless days. Grizzly had to pick out the perfect pets himself, testing so many wolves with his scent until he found those who weren’t just able to handle it but also able to fully withstand and appreciate it.
No matter how much he reeked, his pets were always there to serve, clearly resisting the urge to latch themselves onto Grizzly without his given permission. And just like their father, the wolves couldn’t get enough of him. He tested them, building his bulk and enhancing his musky stink with magics but they weren’t overwhelmed by it. If anything it made them all the more needy.
All of Grizzly’s pets had their cocks locked away in cages but they were still leaking anyways, dripping down from the metal that kept their shafts contained. They were to only tend to his needs with no concern for themselves. If anything, seeing their much smaller cocks desperately throbbing and leaking gave him a greater sense of superiority. That was all they could do, while his better dick was free to be used in whatever way he wanted.
With a simple grunt he got them to lick faster and even deeper. More wolves were also called to join in. There was still plenty of room available. More heads shoved themselves beneath his arms, bringing more warmth from many licking tongues and puffs from their exhales. They were all doing as much as they could with what they had, practically fighting each other over the available room. But they were still working together in a way, all of their tongues flicking, grinding, and sweeping all over.
Feeling satisfied with this, Grizzly made a motion for the wolves to step back. They did but were clearly reluctant to do so, all whining and standing nearby in wait for whatever was commanded of them next.
Grizzly snatched up one of the wolves, slamming them down onto the table. The specific wolf was overjoyed despite the rough treatment, spreading his legs and pushing out his rump. He felt the tip of Grizzly’s meaty, iron-hard cock pressing against his hole. There was hardly a chance to prepare; it was shoved in without mercy, stretching the rim wide and forcing the canine’s anal walls to quickly spread as well.
More than half of it had been stuffed into the pet’s tailhole, making the wolf moan from both the pain and pleasure. Another push caused more inches to sink past the overly expanded ring of muscle. Precum spurt from the tip, providing lube but not doing much else to ease the strain. The wolf’s gasps and cries of pleasure caused the others to squirm and whine as well. The bear’s cock was in so deep at this point that there was a bulge in the wolf’s stomach, becoming bigger as the last of Grizzly’s inches were sinking in.
Grizzly loved how tight their small bodies were. Just as his final inch was inserted, the strongest bear was pulling back and thrusting in again, producing a series of deep, loud sounds. A deep growl came from the ursine as he slid his girth along the walls that kept themselves snug around him.
The thrusts were kept fast and hard right from the beginning. Repeated, hard shoves came before the sudden powerful smacks of his much bigger body slamming into the canine’s smaller one. Greater amounts of pleasure were forced into the pet; it was starting to outdo the pain. Grizzly always pushed them to their limits, forcing them to take everything that he could give: not just the whole of his huge musky dick but also the unrelenting power behind each thrust.
“You puny fucks! Only good for taking dick! That’s your proper place!” Grizzly snarled while keeping his hips moving, rutting as deeply as he could manage. The wolf on the receiving end of this was wailing out in response to the repeated bashes to his prostate and any other spot within him. Precum steadily leaking allowed the bear to thrust in any way that he wanted. The excess was being pushed out, spilling down the bear’s balls and dripping onto the floor.
Echoing throughout the room were the plaps of his heavy balls. They were so loud that Hefty could hear it as well. Their connected rooms led to him hearing a lot of his father’s sessions: either working out or fucking. He was very used to it by now, not at all disturbed from his lounging. Instead he was growing rather aroused from the invading noise but made a motion for none of his wolves to approach.
“Take my fucking load, you puny bitch!” Grizzly yelled while pumping his hips, making them nearly a blur, rocking the yelping wolf’s body and the table a few more times before he roared and released fat waves of musky cum inside of the pinned down pet. Heat and sticky thickness was rushing into the smaller male, flooding his insides to the point that the wolf’s stomach was rapidly expanding, making him look very much pregnant. With so much weight kept on his back, the excess was spraying out from his open mouth, splattering onto the rest of the table.
Grizzly pulled his cock free, leaving the wolf’s hole gaped. It would be too loose to provide him the pleasure he wanted. So he pushed the wolf off the table, quick to snatch up another. Just as he was ready to penetrate them, the door that connected their rooms opened with a loud thud. Walking through it was Hefty, stepping right up to his father, seeing the wolf he was about to penetrate.
“In the mood for something even tighter?” Hefty asked. His meaning was easy to figure out: between the largest bear was his erection, completely outdoing his father’s without effort. Instead of being jealous, Grizzly smirked and lifted the wolf from the table, holding him up. He pressed his cock to this one’s ass, aggressively spreading it around his invading meat.
Hefty pressed his cocktip to the already filled hole and the wolf whimpered with audible concern. Hefty didn’t care, going ahead with pushing, forcing the rim to expand much, much further than it was ever meant to be. Though small, these wolves were offspring of an immortal being. Durability much greater than any mortal was granted to him and the bears used that to their advantage. The tip popped in and the rest of the immensely girthy shaft was barreling its way into the overfilled hole, making the bulge already in the wolf’s stomach obscenely large.
Together the big, bulky father and even bigger, plush son started to thrust into the yelping, straining wolf. They cared not for his reactions and were too focused on the otherworldly amount of tightness that wrapped around their cocks. Both pushed in at the same time greatly reduced the amount of available room. With precum leaking from both, their shafts were roughly pumping against each other.
The sounds of their cocks being tugged and pushed were just as loud as the bears’ growls. If being filled beyond what should have been possible wasn’t enough, the wolf found himself sandwiched in between two big, hot, and sweaty bodies. One was much hotter and sweatier while the weight from the other was squeezing the air out of him. There was nothing left for him to do but endure the harsh pounding that came from two large, sweaty rods.
His sounds of increasing hardship were being all but drowned out by the burly males indulging in his body, keeping their cocks moving together. They didn’t need to hold the servant, having stuck in place with just their bodies. Great pressure was put on the wolf’s prostate over and over. In return, the smaller male’s hole would clench down hard, giving the ursines more pleasure in return.
At about the same time they were releasing waves of their cum, making the wolf’s stomach swell even faster than before. His stomach had no choice but to keep expanding from the combined loads that were lasting about an entire minute each. Sighing deeply, the father-son duo lifted the wolf from their cocks and allowed him to fall to the ground without confirmation that he was okay. They were seeking the next one already...
In the center of the city was a large temple. Living within it was Honey. The sweet scented bear spent most of his time in the presence of Death. The wolf was made in a living centerpiece, an endless source of magic offspring and immortality. It had been so long that he couldn’t remember how long it had been. He had been fucked so many times that his mind was gone. Nothing more than a shell of his former self, collared and leashed; the only thing he was good for was being a living dispenser.
As the wolf had been the living embodiment of death, Honey had become the symbol of fertility itself. He ran the temple when not pumping out wolves for the city and its inhabitants. Death was completely useless in his current state, not just without his mind but also without his limbs. Nothing more than a body, a neck, and a head. He was a toy to be used by anyone. There was no question that he was Honey’s favorite; used just about every day and nearly all day too.
“You can never get enough, can you?” Honey asked smugly. He was sitting on the wolf’s face. Just as he survived the removal of his limbs, Death could endure the full weight of the bear and the little amount of breathing room. Practically smothered by the ursine, inhaling nothing more than the sweet-tinged musk, Death was acting without needing to think. Centuries of being used had trained him to respond automatically like a machine. After breathing in the aroma a few times, Death dragged his tongue over the bigger male’s sex, lapping right in between the soft pussy lips that were already dripping irresistible nectar.
After licking the outside, Death’s tongue pushed its way inside, spreading the folds. Even after countless days “playing” with the wolf, Honey’s passage remained tight and flavorful. Doing so exposed him to a greater degree of musk that kept him addicted and drooling. No longer having the capacity to form words, Death just moaned from the sensations, compelled to lap all over the hot walls. It slid in deep, collecting as much of the strong flavor that it could, powering through the reflexive clenches that Honey made. Death knew just what to do; everything that Honey liked.
Honey was moaning as well from the licks that left him feeling wetter down there. The long, flat appendage’s full length was inside. He began to grind himself onto Death’s face, smearing the mix of sweat and cunny juices all over the lapping muzzle. He could feel Death inhaling sharply and then exhaling deeply.
“Alright, enough for the teasing,” Honey said with a firmness in his voice. “Show me how much you love it, being a limbless toy. So fallen from grace. The only thing you’re good for is filling me up with you scrawny little pups. Just like you they were born to serve bears and they will continue to do so forever.”
Death responded to these words by pulling his tongue back and then jamming it back in with force. Using both strength and speed, the wolf started to dart his tongue into the bear’s pussy, pumping the wet muscle against the quavering walls. Pushing it as deeply as he could, powering through the tightness to reach the end of the passage. All he cared about was giving the bear pleasure and he did so to the best of his abilities. He also knew which of the sweet spots to touch, how much pressure to apply. All of this was done while his musk-slathered lips were pressed firm to the heated sex.
“Yes, just like that,” Honey praised, shuddering from the way it twisted and ground while in his depths. The tongue kept moving, sliding back and forth with the same force as an erect cock, fucking him roughly. Though reduced to another pet, Death still had his talents and they were repurposed to fit the Bears’ needs. He could remember his first time training Death to tonguefuck him. The wolf understood what to do from the very beginning but Honey had made him do it over and over again until it was to the bear’s liking.
The tongue began moving faster, making louder sounds as it swept through the tight sex. And every one of those pumps made Honey’s sex clench and leak more juices all over the wolf’s face. The fur between his legs was ruffled and soaked from the mix of nectar, saliva, and sweat. His moans grew even louder as the wolf was gradually picking up speed, pressing those spots with greater force, flicking back and forth in a way that sent shocks up his spine.
From this constant drips and gushes of pussy fluid were squirting from the bear. His sex was pulsing harder in time with the canine’s intensifying licks. Wanting even more, Honey started to rock his body, lifting and lowering. Keeping up with the tongue’s darting, Honey rode Death’s face the same way he would a cock, using his weight to make the appendage sink even further. This was making the pleasure increase a lot more. The clenches were getting stronger but Death kept pushing through with no trouble, still reaching the ursine’s depths.
Moans turning to growls, Honey reached down between his legs and pressed two digits into his sex, having them press against Death’s tongue. He stroked at his own flesh, stimulating the walls in time with the canine’s licking. The pumping of his digits was rough, going even faster than the licks until Honey cried out. This pushed him over the edge and he was spraying his juices with force all over Death’s face, dousing his fur and all but flooding his muzzle. Multiple strong, fat jets of his ejaculate were released until he had come down from his climax, leaving him panting and no longer riding Death’s face. After collecting himself, the bear eased off but kept himself close to the limbless canine.
“Not done with you yet, wolfy,” Honey taunted. He slid down the wolf’s body and started to lower himself again, moaning as he pushed downwards on the canine’s erection. Sitting down fully, the bear felt it slipping deep inside of him, throbbing against his still-tingling surfaces. Death was freely moaning out from the hole that clenched around him, moving up and then down again, bringing the bear’s weight with it. As Death experienced the engulfing smooth warmth, Honey was groaning constantly from the shaft that was just big enough. Precum was being let off inside of him, further slicking the overly wet passage.
Honey was riding him roughly from the beginning, lifting and then slamming his body down, making the wolf wheeze from the impact. Every inch that the limbless male had was inside, putting pressure on his sweet spots. This kind of riding was maintained from then on, hard and sharp bounces that also produced sharp sounds. They reverberated throughout the temple, turning deep and wet from the combined precum and vaginal fluids. This made things easier for them both; the length slid in with great ease, reaching right down into the bear’s depths.
“Now start thrusting,” Honey commanded, his voice firm. Death did as he was told, still having the means to rock his lower half even without limbs. “Good boy... Push it as deep as you can.” As best as he could, the wolf met the bear’s bounces with firm pumps, striking those tender spots that lined the gushy sleeve. Their shared moans became louder, heard all throughout the city’s centerpiece.
With no shame or pride left, Death gave himself completely. He submitted to the pleasure; pumping his cock as far in as he could while rocking with all the strength he could muster. Honey responded to this by moving his body in a similar manner, careening his massive form in time with every upward movement from the canine. Working together, they were repeatedly plunging Death’s leaking cocktip into the ursine’s squeezing depths. Honey was always outdoing him, having more control and leverage. He used it to keep the wolf pinned down, guiding the pace and expressing his dominance, wordlessly reminding the fallen embodiment of death in his place.
All of this guided Honey to his climax. Every bounce from him and thrust from Death caused those spots to be stimulated more and more, the heightened arousal between them had charged the air and both were breathing in the thick musk that hung heavy around them. The next push from him was the strongest, coming with enough force to crush any normal being but Death withstood it, his howl drowned out by Honey’s loud roar.
All over again, the bear was releasing gushes of his ejaculate, spraying the wolf’s already ruffled and musked fur in a new dosage of musky fluids. He felt the rush of his orgasm, clenching down strongly on the length that was also releasing its fluids with force. Clashing with the pussy juices was the wolf’s potent sperm. Ropes of cum were reaching the bear’s womb, all of it being pumped into the fertile chamber. As the load ceased, the bear enjoyed the feeling of being filled with more of that unique, magical cum. He kept squeezing down on the wolf’s shaft, purposely milking out whatever else Death could give for the time being. Eventually he pulled off, the cock popping from his spread, dripping sex. The seed was leaking out, dripping onto the smooth tiled floor.
“Don’t think you’ll be getting a break,” Honey said in a teasing tone. He stood tall and clapped his paws. Opening the doors to the temple were the wolves belonging to Honey, letting in a group of bears that had reached adult age and were ready to take part in the ritual.
The next thing that the wolf knew, he was on a platform. Gripped by a bear that was pulling him in. A cocktip was prodding at his hole, prodding before pushing inside. Death was moaning again, feeling himself being penetrated by a thick and hot bear cock.
“Ooh, he’s really tight,” the young adult bear shuddered, getting a firm hold on Death’s body before thrusting into it, pushing their cock all the way in. Just as the wolves were bred to serve, the Bears were naturally gifted when it came to rutting and breeding. It was in their blood.
The other bears gathered around, watching and pumping at their cocks to the sight of the once feared wolf being fucked, long since reduced to nothing more than an a pitiful slut. Unable to control his voice, Death freely whined and groaned in response to the shaft that was battering its way into his guts. His own cock was swelling and rising again quickly, leaking without it being touched. With nothing else to do, the wolf just enjoyed himself, acting as a practice toy and means of proving one’s prowess.
“And he keeps squeezing!” the bear fucking him grunted.
Death hadn’t noticed that his hole was kneading down on the pumping length. His body was just acting at this point, unconscious movements that he just did. The training he had been put through did this, making him into the perfect body to fuck. Pleasure and warmth was flowing through him, the cause being the faster pace and the precum that was leaking and smearing onto his walls. The stronger pulses could be felt and he knew that it wouldn’t be long until a big load would be sprayed into him.
And he was right. Raising his voice, the young adult bear raised his voice just before the gushes of hot and sticky seed were unloaded into the limbless wolf. Death’s instincts compelled him to squeeze down on the spewing shaft, milking as much from it that he could. Eventually the bear pulled out and another was quick to replace him, stuffing his cock into the freshly bred tunnel and pounding it roughly...
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Stalking through the forest was a bear cloaked in a dark hood. Being turned into a mindless slut toy meant that the world was without an embodiment of death. So someone had to fill that role. Taking up the mantle was Jr, Daddy Bear’s first born son. At first he was content in his previous role but as time passed and the family grew all the larger, Jr saw no need to keep track of everything. Their system had a way of balancing things out on its own. When Death was kept within the city, his mind broken, and stripped of his limbs, there was some debate if anyone needed to take his place. But for the sake of keeping the rest of the world balanced, Jr decided to do the role. Becoming the new embodiment of death, Jr spent most of his time away from the family, traveling the world even more than Grizzly. But he wasn’t alone.
At his side, also cloaked was none other than Puss in Boots himself. It was a secret deal that had been made a very long time ago. As far as the rest of the world knew, Puss had lived out his final life and passed on as a legend. So much time had passed that the cat didn’t look like he did back then so he wasn’t recognized when seen. For the most part, Puss stayed out of the limelight, treating his greatly extended life as a chance to properly retire, essentially becoming the bear’s pet in the same way that Death had become the entire Bear family’s.
It was a deal the two had worked out. Puss was tasked with helping the bear reap souls and in exchange he was given extensions to his life. Becoming the new official embodiment of Death had granted Jr. his own immortality without the need of anyone else. This was granted to Puss because Jr had ownership over him, evident by the collar that was kept around the feline’s neck. They spent an entire day reaping souls, going from place to place to perform their duties and keep the cycle of life and death.
Eventually they had done the work for the day and Jr decided it was time for them to take a break. Since they were always on the move, it made more sense for the two to find a nearby place to rest. Every once in a while they would return to the city to spend time with family but his job needed to be done and took precedence. Completely unrecognized by the whole world as the new Death, Daddy Jr booked him and Puss a hostel room, paying his fee and guiding the cloaked cat into the room.
“Another good one,” Jr said as he settled down on a bed. He was speaking to Puss, who agreed. The cat was treated more as a partner than a pet. Jr learned that Puss had helped their family a lot at one time, being the one to defeat Jack Horner, allowing the bears to take over his company, leading to everything that happened afterwards. That had made him curious about the feline’s whereabouts. Eventually he found the feline hero and made him an offer. Even if Puss had been content to live out his final life, the offer to keep going was one he couldn’t ignore. He would be technically dead in a sense as the rest of the world would be no longer aware of him...
“Bout time for a boost, don’t you think?” Jr asked, referring to the extra life he would be granting Puss. Of course the feline had to earn it. Puss agreed and the two were up and shedding their clothes, mutually enjoying each other’s bodies before Jr guided the cat onto the bed he had previously laid on. The scent of bear had already sunk into the fabric and Puss sniffed it, humming from the earthy aroma of sweat. While the orange cat laid flat, Jr climbed onto the bed backwards, having his big rump facing the smaller male.
Making a show of himself, Jr grabbed his own plump asscheeks, pulling them apart to expose his winking rim. The sight instantly had Puss enraptured. Jr’s butt was large in just about every way but the feline’s size in comparison to the bear made it seem all the bigger. And bigger still when the larger male was easing his body down more and more until he was sitting his sweat rump onto the cat, nearly smothering the former famous hero. Puss’ nose was instantly filled with the strong scent of musk. They did a lot of traveling in all kinds of environments, causing the ursine to work up a thick sweat.
“Better than milk, huh?” Jr asked, teasing the cat for the way that he folded too easily from just a few sniffs.
Puss couldn’t resist it, not just the rich musk, but also the plush warmth and softness of the big, expansive ass. So big that even reaching his arms out to their fullest capabilities wouldn’t be enough to grope the whole thing. Jr was sitting comfortably on the cat, even grinding his rump back and forth, smearing the sweat all over the orange muzzle. It didn’t matter how many times they had done this, Puss was always so quick to melt. Tingles came from the muzzle’s fur brushing at the ursine’s rim as the feline kept sniffing, filling his nose with the strong but all-too appealing butt funk.
“Is smelling all you’re gonna do?” Jr asked, snapping the cat from his trance. Puss chuckled with some embarrassment before he made the first lick across the bear’s rim, bringing a wave of unique pleasure that came from his rough tongue. Puss acted with experience, starting at an even pace that kept the pleasure constant. Doing this gave him a taste of the sweat that had been left to gather in between the hefty mounds. In between these licks he would quickly but firmly sniff. Inhaling deeply made the hero shiver. He let the aroma stick in his nose, holding his breath for a moment before exhaling. When the licking resumed, Puss traced his tongue in a way that coated the entire rim in his saliva.
More weight was put down by Jr, pressing the bear’s rim all the closer to the cat’s muzzle. Jr continued grinding his butt all over Puss’ face, getting a certain sense of enjoyment from smearing the scent of him all over the smaller male, marking his pet deeply. While doing that he felt Puss’ paws roaming all over. The feline continued to sniff, lick, and rub his own muzzle against the winking tailhole. Feeling the other male’s actions brought him a greater sense of excitement. When Puss’ muzzle and the bear’s hole aligned, the feline was quick to shove his tongue in.
That made Jr stop and moan out. He kept himself in place, allowing Puss to push the muscle in further. While doing this his tongue was sweeping all over, giving those same unique sensations. Its rough surface gave extra pleasure when it was brushing and twirling all over the surrounding musky walls. In reaction to this, Jr moaned out even more and he started to stroke the meaty cock that rose between his legs.
Puss’ sole focus was on the tastes and smells that persisted. They were still there even though he was licking so much. In reaction to the oral sweeps and prods, the hole was clenching down, giving him an even stronger taste. Satisfaction and a building sense of arousal were welling up as he started to lick with increasing speed, making Jr moan out with greater intensity.
With greater fervor, Jr was back to grinding his ass over Puss’ head, this time doing in combination with the smaller male’s licking, maneuvering with the purpose of moving in time with the tongue’s movements, getting the tongue to reach even deeper. Puss met these with expert timing, his reflexes just as sharp as ever. Clenches of the hole kept coming and Puss pushed through them, gradually making Jr’s hole feel all the wetter, warmer, and looser.
Between the deep rimming and the rough strokes given to his own shaft, Jr could feel himself approach his climax. He savored the mixed pleasure that came from both actions, ever climbing higher from the even greater speed that Puss was putting into his actions. The feline was full of surprises, making the bear jump and then bite his lip. Even as he felt the harder squeezes of the bear’s passage, Puss kept licking with just as much firmness. This gave Jr even stronger waves of pleasure that made him shake and growl. With another tug of his cock, ropes of his seed came flying out, landing onto the bed’s cover. He kept his hand moving up and down, shooting for as long as his climax lasted, ending it all with a deep sigh.
Jr came down slowly from his climax, still feeling that he had plenty of energy to give and just as much seed too. His cock was still hard thanks to the rimming that was still happening. He lifted himself up, leaving the feline to flick his tongue at the open air. Puss blinked, looking at the hostel’s ceiling. His nose was still flicking and flaring in response to the heavy musk that was clinging deeply to his pelt. Remaining on the bed while the bear eased himself up completely, sitting down beside.
Without saying anything, Jr pulled Puss in and lifted him up, having the cat hover over his large erection. Pushing downwards, the bear made the feline moan out from the stretching that he was put through. Filled deeply from the start, Puss couldn’t stop himself from squirming when he felt the thick meat sinking into his guts, bringing a sensation that thrummed through the rest of his body. Jr’s grip on the smaller male increased, still pushing down while also making the first thrusts that forced his cock down further. Slamming the rest of his length in, Jr’s plump balls were eventually smacking into the former hero’s smaller pair.
The smacks of their bodies connecting were loud and wet. Every thrust pushed the cock in deep. They became rapid in such a short amount of time, constantly pumping up and down the length of the feline’s snug tunnel. Puss’ cock was freely bouncing and leaking precum onto the bed, adding to its mess. He had little-to-no control, letting himself be guided by the aggressively pumping ursine. Coming from both were steady sounds of shared and building pleasure.
The rapid slams into his ass, combined with all of the arousal that came before, was just too much for Puss to endure. His breath caught in his throat from the sudden orgasm that was wrenched from him. Coming from his untouched cock were spurts of his seed, splattering onto the surface, making various sticky marks. With the cat’s orgasm came the firm squeezing of his tailhole. Still thrusting fiercely, Jr snorted and rammed with greater force, all but digging his claws into the feline’s skin.
Deep grunts came from the snarling beast. Overcome by the shrouding feeling of bliss, Jr kept the cat in place while having his cock pushed in deep. Puss felt the warmth and weight of cum being suddenly injected into his guts, coming at such a large and rapid rate that his stomach was starting to swell and hang, becoming bigger and bigger. The heat coming from deep inside combined with the musk that had risen from the bear’s sweaty body and the cum.
When it was over, Puss’ smaller body was trembling. His belly was large and bulging out, making a gurgling sound when the shaft was pulled free, leaving the cum free to leak from him.
“When you collect yourself, order us some room service. I’m gonna call the kin,” Jr said, eyeing the phone that was in the corner. Puss groaned in response, needing some time to collect himself. Even if he could be rough and sometimes a bit careless, traveling with Jr had become the greatest experience of his life and he smiled from the blissful rush that the extra life was giving him...