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Maria looked down at the river and tried to think of a way across.

It wouldn't be easy. It was deep and cold and swift and though this one stretch of border and its kink of river was miles away from the nearest roads, she knew there were cameras watching. Every few minutes a drone flew by, cameras looking for illegals.

They probably saw here with infrared cameras, huddled where she was under some trees, but she wasn't breaking the law right now. On the Canada side she was legal. Only once she crossed that river, or tried to, would she be unwelcome.

Maria shivered in the chill breeze. It was only August but this far north the nights were cold. Soon the sun would be down and she'd have to make a decision. Even if she made it across the river, could she survive a night in the cold?

She was wondering if she should have saved more money and paid a smuggler to sneak her across when a crackle of twig under a heavy foot made her snap around. A massive brown bear was looking at her.

"Ahh!" Maria threw herself against the tree. Frozen in panic, she couldn't decide whether to run, play dead or try to climb.

"It's all right," growled the bear. Half turned and about to claw her way up the tree, or try to anyway, Maria boggled at the thing.

"I won't hurt you," it growled, and sat where it was to look at her.

"You can talk?" She too sat, had the two looked at each other. Maria was five and a half feet tall, brown-black haired, and a little overweight, though her mother said she was just the right weight. Across from her was a bulky brown grizzly that was almost that height sitting down. It must weigh at least six hundred pounds. Probably more like eight hundred. The massive forelegs that held it up as it sat were as thick as her thighs.

"I listen to people," growled the bear. "I have since I was little. I learned to talk that way."

Maria found herself back on her feet with her back pressed against bark. You can't outrun a bear, she remembered hearing. It was so close that if she tried to climb the tree it would just step forward and pull her down with a forepaw. If she played dead it might just eat her where she lay.

"What do you want," she said.

"You want across the river," the bear growled. "I can get you across."

She blinked at the bear. "But there are cameras."

"I know," said the bear, who seemed quite friendly for an eight hundred pound, long clawed monster of a beast. "They look for people. They don't look for bears."

"How does that help?" She wondered if it meant her to cling to its fur as it crossed. The cameras would still see her, though.

"It is simple," growled the bear. It yawned and pointed into its maw. "I will swallow you, swim across, and spit you up over there. You will be away from the water. I have done this before. My flesh will keep you warm."

"I'm not an idiot," Maria snapped. "Even if you could swallow me, I'd just be bear food."

"If I wanted you as food, I would be eating you right now," the bear said reasonably.

"What do you get out of it, then?"

"Something here," the bear growled. "And something on the other side." It lumbered to its feet, standing up with a grunt. It was a towering wall of fur over seven feet tall. Her eyes followed its downward glance and she saw the swollen sheath stretched up its belly from a heavy set of furry balls. The pink tip poking out was the size of her fist.

"Ew!" Maria tried to retreat into the tree bark. The thought of running returned, but it would chase her down and then perhaps it wouldn't be as polite. "I won't do that!"

"That's all right," the bear growled. It reached one long foreleg down and rubbed its sheath. The fur shifted over the ankle-thick cock. "If you won't, someone else will."

Without another word it dropped down to all fours. As it turned away Maria spoke up.

"Wait," she said, and the bear looked at her past its shoulder. "How would this work?"

"I get what I want," the bear growled. "Then I swallow you. Quick as I can I swim across the river, find a spot under a tree, spit you back up. A few moments in my stomach won't hurt you. Then I get what I want again."

Maria winced. If it could really swallow her, the trick might work. The cameras and drones wouldn't care about a fat bear swimming across the river.

She'd heard of people doing worse things to pay for a trip across the border. Some got hooked on drugs and ended up as little more than slaves. "Fine," she whispered. "I'll do it."

The bear nodded and turned back toward her. Maria tried to retreat into the bark as it lumbered toward her, but it just put a forepaw on the tree and stood up. A wall of fur blotted out most of the light and she was staring at a furry scrotum the size of a cantaloupe. Above them was a hairy sheath stretched tight around the bear's erection.

Reluctantly she reached for it and the bear groaned and pressed it into her hands. She gripped down with both hands and found that it was still loose enough to shift. Grimacing, she used both hands to pump it up and down the bear's cock.

Claws scraped bark as the bear braced itself against the tree. It shifted its hind paws wider and thrust against her hands. Clear droplets of goo oozed out of its blunt tip and dripped down onto her hands.

It was terrifyingly well endowed. The sheath pulled back as she pumped and the cock between her hands was the length and thickness of her forearm. The sheath left a thick layer of slime on the thing as it pulled back and Maria tried to retreat through the bark even as she kept jacking the bear off. The sheath slime was foul smelling but it lubricated him enough for her to keep going.

If it had chased her down, pinned her with a paw, clawed away her clothes, the thing would be in her right now. She wasn't sure she'd survive being mounted by the bear. At least she'd survive this. Maria pulled the bear's cock down toward her face and opened her mouth.

The second her lips wrapped around the tip it happened. A forepaw larger than her whole head reached down, forced itself between her hair and tree bark, and pushed. Maria gagged as half the cock went down her throat.

Whimpering, she tried to back away, but the huge paw cupped her head and pulled her forward. Her jaws stretched painfully wide and she struggled to pull away or even breathe. One more push and his balls would be on her chin.

Pushing her hands against the bear's muscular thighs didn't begin to stop it. Desperate, she grabbed the bear's heavy balls and kneaded them.

That did it. The bear let out a long groan and bucked where it stood. The fur on its thighs twitched and she felt a great gush of hot bear cum spurt into her throat. Shivering, the bear thrust into her mouth, feeding her gouts of thick ursine cum, and finally pulled out of her mouth.

Maria coughed, but it was too late to get the wad of bear cum back up. Reflexively, reluctantly, she swallowed, and she felt the glutenous mass of bear goo slide down her throat. It was all in one stuck together mass like phloem. She would swear she actually felt the warmth of it as it reached her stomach.

"Jerk!" Maria gasped, and punched the bear in the thigh.

"Sorry," growled the bear, looking down at her past its furry chest. He didn't look sorry. He took a step back and dropped back down to all fours. "Now take your clothes off."

"What?" Maria glared at him. "You got what you wanted!"

"So I can swallow you," the bear said. "Your clothes will get caught on my teeth. I will carry them in my mouth and you can put them back on when I spit you out. You'll be warm and your clothes will be dry."

"Fine," Maria growled. She saw that the beast's cock had already withdrawn into its sheath after giving her a throatful of cum. At least she didn't need to worry about it for a while. Maybe the bear would be too spent to want more sex on the far side of the river.

She peeled off her sweater, stained now with droplets of bear pre-cum, then her shirt and pants. She rolled it all in a tight bundle around her shoes with her phone and wallet stuck inside, one per shoe. The whole thing was barely larger than her head and should fit into the bear's mouth.

The bear looked her up and down. Maria swore and pulled off her bra and panties, pushing those into the rolled up pants.

"Let's get this over with," she said, and sat up on her knees.

It was a big bear, but bears didn't really swallow people whole, right? It probably lied just to get its dick sucked. Maybe it would eat her now, in pieces, but it was too late to back out now.

The bear stepped forward, yawned, and ducked its maw over her. Fangs scraped her naked shoulders but they didn't stop there. With a push of its muzzle it engulfed her head and shoulders.

Maria's eyes went wide as slimy flesh slid by on all sides. She felt a great bulge swell out of the bear's furry neck as her shoulders and chest were swallowed. It hadn't lied! With one easy push of its jaws it had eaten her to the hips.

The bear pushed its muzzle downward, hooked a paw under her ass and pushed in it. Fangs scraped her butt and a broad salivating tongue slid beneath her, squelching against her pussy and wrapping up past her asshole. If she'd been horny, she'd even have enjoyed it.

Maria wasn't horny. The bear sat back on its haunches, tossed its muzzle upward, and turned its gullet into a long smooth slope with a stomach waiting at the bottom. The tongue pressed against her pussy, the bear swallowed and a great contraction of its throat muscles rolled over her. There was nothing left of her outside but her calves and feet.

Maria's face squeezed past a rubbery sphincter and into the slimy folds of the bear's stomach. It tossed its muzzle once, twice, and her feet were in its mouth. With a last push of its muscular tongue it pushed those into its throat. Jaws closed, the bear swallowed, and Maria slid heavily down its throat.

She felt the bulge drain out of its thick neck as she slid. A thick coating of gullet slime lubricated her for easy swallowing and she slid neatly into its stomach, which was just as slimy but a much less friendly place.

Maria was forced to curl up, wrapped in folds of muscular stomach wall. The thick coating of slime wasn't like the throat mucus. It stung wherever it touched her naked body. Luckily a big bubble of air went down with her and she put her face in it.

"Hurry," she told the bear, and felt him duck her head to pick up her clothes. With a swift long-legged walk it went down a slope. Maria swayed back and forth in the beast's fat belly and then with a splash it entered the river.

It hadn't lied even through the thick layer of bear flesh and fur she felt the cold water, but she didn't feel it long. The bear waded through the shallows then used its big paws to propel itself through the deeper parts. With a scrabble of claws its feet touched bottom again. The bear paused, half out of the river, and she felt it look around. Maybe looking at a passing drone?

She'd been in its stomach for barely a minute when it emerged dripping from the water. It shambled up the bank, heavy belly shifting around Maria as it swayed back and forth, and disappeared into the woods.

"Good, good," Maria said in the sloshing dark of the bear's stomach. "Now spit me up!"

It must have heard her. The bear ambled to a stop, sat back on its haunches and spat out the bundle of clothes. Held up mostly clear of the water, her clothes only had dimples from fangs and a little saliva soaked up from a salivating bear tongue.

But it didn't spit Maria up. It had stopped next to a flat rock the size of a man, lifted it with a clawed paw, and swatted her clothes into a hollow beneath it. It had dug for grubs there more than once and when it dropped the rock her clothes were safe in their hidey-hole.

"What are you waiting for?!" Maria thrust an elbow against the stomach wall, but it just slid through the thick layer of stinging slime. "Spit me out!"

Instead, the bear flopped over on its side. She felt the impact and a wave of motion moved through the bear's bulky body, shifting her as it went by. It lay there panting, and her efforts to get its attention only made its swollen belly bulge and twitch.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!" She punched at the inner wall, but even if she had room to move she didn't have the strength. Curled up inside the bear, coated all over with slippery stomach mucus, she could only rely on the bear to keep its word.

The fall onto its side disturbed the fragile balance of air and Maria inside the bear. With dawning horror she heard it let out a long belch. Most of the air drained out of the bear's stomach.

Wide-eyed with fear, Maria clawed at the stomach walls. Her nails just traced tracks in the thick layer of caustic slime. More of it was trickling in by the second. If he didn't spit her out right now there'd be nothing to breathe but the acids that would digest her.

"You promised!" Maria yelped, and struggled with all her might. It wasn't nearly enough to convince the bear to barf her up.

"I lied," growled the bear, and ignoring the fading struggle inside him, he settled down to digest his meal.

A day later, very little was left of Maria inside the bear. His powerful stomach acids had efficiently broken her down into useful nutrients. Lacking clothing, the only part of her that proved hard to digest was her hair. Head hair and pubic hair alike moved more or less unchanged through his bowels but it would take a careful forensic evaluation of his droppings to make anyone suspect what had happened. Nothing recognizable remained of his latest meal.

Only the largest bones were still in his stomach, slowly dissolving, when the bear ambled to his feet. He'd relieved himself away from his sleeping spot and there was no evidence Maria had ever existed at all, save for one thing. He made his way to a trail and fifteen minutes later poked his muzzle from the undergrowth. On the gravel side of a highway sat a van, and sat on a stump next to the van was a woman.

"Hello," growled the bear, and the woman's head snapped around. Her alarm faded as she recognized the scar across his short-furred muzzle. Fighting for a mate was a dangerous task. Some bears found another way to work off their urges.

"I saw another river-crosser hide their things before running from a drone," the bear growled. "They said they wouldn't be back for a day. There is time to show it to you, if you like."

"And what would you get out of it," the woman said good-naturedly. She was overweight and not particularly young but to a bear one human looks much like another. If anything her heavy build reminded him of a she-bear.

"We will work something out," the bear growled, not for the first time, and the woman nodded and followed him into the woods. Fifteen minutes later he lifted the rock and scooped the clothes out from under it.

The woman nodded, not commenting on the fact that no one strong enough to lift the boulder could have worn these clothes. Maybe there was more than one person. It wasn't for her to reason why.

A quick glance through the bundle found the phone and wallet, with a small amount of money but several credit cards. That plus the phone should be worth a few hundred dollars.

"Very nice," she said, and shuffled backward until her back was against a tree. The bear was already standing up, hindpaws on either side of her knees and sheath swollen tight. The woman gripped the fur of it much as Maria had, but without the hesitation. Not for the first and not for the last time she pumped the bear's cock and opened her mouth for his tip. With a feral growl the bear pressed his forepaws against the bark and thrust.

Soon another great wad of bear cum would slide down a woman's throat. Maria hadn't had time to digest the bear's before she died. This wad would be properly digested, and perhaps she'd pull off her pants and lie down to be mounted, too.

While her main job was acting as a pick up driver for border crossers, she and the bear had a very profitable relationship and she'd had time to get used to the ponderous heft of his cock. She didn't agonize over the source of the loot he brought her, and she stayed outside the bear's fur. It was a good deal for everyone concerned.

Almost everyone. The bear had lied to Maria about carrying her safely across the river, but he also said he wanted to be sucked off on both sides of the river. Sure enough, he was. The two bears, the liar and the truthful ones, just happened to be the same bear.