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Deep in the woods, out of sight of any real civilization, Jethro was just returning home after a morning of fishing. The big brown bear, clothed only with a backpack and a green boonie hat, stepped in the front door of the quaint wooden cabin. He had to duck to get in the door as usual, and even though he tried to walk softly, his every step made the floorboards creak beneath him. It was annoying every time, and the bear muttered something under his breath in frustration as he dropped his catch off in the kitchen sink. The fish would be a good dinner later, but for now Jethro couldn't be bothered to do any more work.

After cleaning the smell of fish off of his hands, the bear stepped back outside, taking a seat by the back garden in a chair he had just finished building last week. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he sunk down into a lazy slouching posture in moments. Slowly, his head turned side to side, looking for his companion. She'd usually be out here by the garden. "Flowers? Ya out here somewheres?" His deep voice rumbled in a slow southern drawl.

"I'm in the shed!" A cheery, gentle voice replied, slightly muffled by the building. The door opened a moment later, and out stepped a short, chubby deer girl. Short antlers with only a few branches adorned her head, decorated by a few freshly bloomed flowers. She wore an apron and jeans, both crusted in dirt.

The deer, affectionately nicknamed 'Flowers', approached the bear, keeping her hands hidden behind her back. "Everything's growing nicely." She clicked her tongue, and corrected herself after a moment. "Well, I'm figuring out how to grow things better, at least. And look at this!" She showed Jethro what she was hiding behind her back: a few handfuls of thin, tan colored mushrooms.

The sleepy bear perked up immedietly at the sight - and the smell. "Well I'll be! That sure is a lot of 'em..." Jethro let out a chuckle as all sorts of fun memories returned to his mind from the pungent odor of the shrooms. "Who's turn is it this time? Yours, right? 's a good a day as any, 'less ya got something else ta do."

Flowers nodded slowly. "Hmm, yes, but... it's been a few weeks for you too, yes? Why don't we share the experience this time?" Her lips curved in a warm smile. "It always feels a bit lonely to be the only one feeling it, don't you think?"

Jethro shrugged. "Well, sure, but..."

"And nothing bad has happened! No bad trips in quite some time, right?" The deer didn't even need to interrupt him. Jethro had trailed off with his objection. "And... both of us felt uncomfortable with certain things as a tripsitter-"

The bear interrupted her with a hearty laugh. "-Y'mean sex? Ain't no need ta dance around it." Though her cheeks flushed with a pink blush, Flowers nodded in reply before Jethro continued. "Ah guess that makes sense. 's more fair if we're both trippin'. 'N there ain't no-one out here ta judge us, anyways." Jethro made a big, toothy smile and held out his paw.

"Yeah... You're right. Whatever happens, happens?" The deer spoke timidly, but she was quick to give Jethro his share of the shrooms in his outstretched paw. "I trust you."

"Mhh, yep. Ah think we both can trust each other." With that, the bear slowly got up from his seat, and the two of them went inside to get ready for an afternoon trip through the woods.

The two of them decided to keep it simple, and just prepared a small picnic basket to take along, complete with the shrooms - after they had been cleaned off, of course. They didn't measure, but these were pretty big doses for both of them. With everything prepared, Jethro and Flowers set off on a familiar trail into the woods, not going too far before coming to a stop in a small clearing.

The bear sat down heavily on a tree stump, and spoke while he reached into the basket. "Nervous, flowers?" He pulled out his portion of the mushrooms and looked at it with a heavy sigh. "I am... hate how one bad trip could make this so scary every time."

"It's okay if it's scary." The deer replied, crossing her legs to sit on the grass beside Jethro's stump. "Things are always changing. Under mushrooms especially. But I'll be here for you, and I know you'll be here for me." She gave a calming smile, and the bear returned it.

He nodded, handing the deer her dose. "Thank ya. Bottoms up!" Without giving himself more time to think about it, Jethro dumped the shrooms into his maw, swallowing them all with only a little bit of chewing. He grimaced at the taste, but at least he didn't get much on his tongue.

Flowers, however, took her time chewing them. The taste was bitter, repulsive... But she believed in taking things as they come, embracing the good and the bad. Mushrooms were a whole experience, and she wanted it all.

But it would take some time to kick in. Jethro moved to sit on the grass beside the deer, and whistled a folk tune to pass the time. Flowers did as she usually would, and spent some time tying flowers around her antlers.

"I'm feelin' that energy in my gut. You?" The bear muttered, shifting uncomfortably where he sat. "No backin' out now..."

"I feel it. More than that." Flowers took a long, shaky breath, her mouth slightly agape as she stared forward. The shifting of the leaves and grass in the wind was hypnotic. "The whole world is alive. Above us, under our feet..." As she spoke, the deer tossed aside her apron and fumbled with her pants, struggling to pull them off. But she managed, and soon she was bare as the day she was born. "I want to be part of it... I am part of it." Her hand slowly slid over, gently clasping the bear's huge paw. "You're part of it too. Jethro, Jethro... You beautiful bear."

"Huh..? I guess... Kickin' in faster fer you?" He chuckled, but the sound that came out was confused and off-tune, like he had never tried to make that sound before. "Thank ya... I just. I don't. I don't know..." The bear's head rhythmically turned side to side, his eyes darting frantically to all the motion and colors demanding his attention. He wanted it to stop, to slow down, he wanted to know what was coming next-

"Jethro." The deer's tone shifted, and she stared at him with a serious expression. "Close your eyes. Breathe slowly... Tell me what you see. Don't try to control it, just tell me what you see."

"I... But there's... Okay. Okay." The bear took a deep breath, his whole body trembling with anxiety. Raw fear. But he closed his eyes. Now there was nothing real left to see. The mushrooms could work their magic strongest like this, and that was terrifying in the moment. Squeezing the deer's hand painfully tight, he pushed through the fear.

For almost a minute, there was no sound but the rustling of the leaves. Finally, Jethro's voice broke the silence - higher pitch than usual, but slow, filled with awe and reverance. "Plaid patterns form in the blackness. They fold in on themselves, until the two sides collide. They pass through each other, and reality bends... A hallway, impossible geometry forming every wall. I can't... I can't describe it."

Flowers smiled again, hearing his voice. He had forgotten his fear. All it took was a moment's distraction. And she was in no hurry to remind him. "That sounds wonderful... I'm just looking at your face. Your fur, every individual strand shines bright in opalescent colors from the sunlight." Her voice trembles. "There is so much more color in you than what you know."

"I think you've said that before... Or. No. I've heard you say that many times in the future." Jethro's eyes slowly open. He looks at the deer, occasionally closing one eye and opening the other, back and forth. "I can see you now and then. Depending on what way I look. No, I think you've said that before. Or I've said that before?" He shakes his head. "It's all true, I think.

Minutes pass. Hours. Maybe days. Maybe just a few seconds. Conversations feel profound and nonsense at the same time. They go on for lifetimes and mere moments. The deer and bear understand each other, through it all.

Eventually, they find themselves swaying side to side where they sit, feeling perfectly in sync even though they bump each other constantly. Each tilt feels like enough to tip over. It's Flowers who speaks up first. "Do you ever think about everything? Not just here. But everywhere. Everyone."

"No. I mean yes." The bear nods in understanding. "But I only think about it when I'm not thinkin'. I try not ta. Everywhere is too much. Too fast. Too sad." His big paw idly scratches his side, then wraps around the deer's smaller body. He pulls her close. "Let's not."

"Y-yeah..." Flowers mutters, finding her muzzle shoved under the bear's arm as she's held in his strong grip. "You smell like... nature. Foresty. You smell like plants and wood. Not animal."

"Huh?" The bear looks around in confusion, then back down at her. "Oh. Maybe." He shrugs.

Hundreds of thoughts flash through the deer's mind in an instant. Memories, dreams. And thoughts of flesh and feeling. She remembers what they talked about earlier, when their minds were so much... different. And so while she keeps taking deep breaths of Jethro's scent, her soft hand trails down his big belly and right between his legs. She tries to be slow and sensual, but instead she ends up shoving a finger right into the bear's sheath. "Oooooops..."

"What the-" His hips buck involuntarily, and the bear growls from the sudden, unexpected sensation. It felt so unbelievably intense, even that brief moment of his flaccid cock tip being touched. His member quickly responded to the touch, growing out of his sheath very quickly. And Flowers' hand was there to meet it, slowly and gently stroking his growing length as it came unsheathed.

"H-hoooly shi-i-iiit.... I'm- I'm already cumming!" His hips bucked wildly, fucking the deer's hand as she barely moved it. But nothing came out.

"Um... No you're not." She giggled. Her other hand reached over, flicking his tip.

Jethro yelped, frowning down at his crotch even as he struggled to catch his breath. "I... didn't? Felt stronger than... than any time before."

"Mmmh... I could keep going. Make you cum. See how strong that iiiis." The deer cooed, taking another deep breath of his underarm scent. "It's a new experience, right? You can handle it being intense for a minute..."

The bear still breathed heavily, silently considering his options. But his thoughts were failing him. It was impossible to focus on anything. So he just made a decision. "Yup. Do it."

And then his world exploded. The fabric of space and time rippled with feeling so raw and powerful that Jethro lost all sense of self. He was one with the world, with the universe - and the only thing he could feel was overwhelming pleasure.

The deer's hand wasn't even moving particularly fast as she pawed him off, but it was faster than before. All thoughts had left her head, and she just stared blankly at Jethro's dick, stroking it to a steady rhythm all the while.

Neither of them could tell how much time passed. But eventually the bear suddenly returned to his body, roaring from the overwhelming bliss coarsing through his body. Every muscle strained, and he could feel incredible pressure from his loins bursting free - and finally, this time, he actually did orgasm. Ropes of thick, warm cum spattered across his big furry belly, soaking into the brown fur, as well as pooling up in the deer's hand. He took a shaky breath, trying to relax...

... but she wasn't stopping. Jethro couldn't form words, he forgot all about the very concept of communication. Instead, he just squirmed and whined, helpless to the completely zoned-out deer. Time again began to fade away.

"Huh? Why's my hand wet..." Finally, Flowers came to some semblance of her senses, and looked down at her hand. It was around Jethro's dick. "Huh, why's it moving... Oh." Letting out a soft giggle, she finally stopped overstimulating the poor bear, and moved her cum-soaked hand up to her face to give it a sniff. "Mhh... like pollen. Spring scent..." Her tongue sticks out, sampling Jethro's cum. "Tastes like blueberries... Here!" She quickly wiped her hand clean on his face, and in a moment of clarity she knew full well what she was doing.

It took a few minutes for Jethro to settle down, even now that his spent dick wasn't being tormented anymore. But eventually, he let out a confused groan. "hhhh... uhhhnmm?" He sniffed. His face was wet. Whatever it was smelled like rotting compost. His muzzle turned in disgust briefly... But it was fine, he got used to it very quickly. "That was... sure somethin'." He smacked his lips rolling over away from the deer, face-down on the grass. "I'm gonna... get you back. 's soon as I remember how to move..."

"Yes, I'm sure you will, you big- eep!" Big paws around her lower body scooted her right across the grass, nearly making the deer fall over. But she kept her balance, and looked down to see Jethro still laying, now with his face nestled in between her legs. A bright blush quickly settled onto her cheeks, and her breath caught in her throat - anxiously waiting for the bear to start.

But he didn't. Even with his wet nose and lips pressed right to Flowers' pussy, the bear hesitated. His eyes closed. He could smell her arousal, but in that smell was mixed... the color blue. And green? Delightful smells. And now that his eyes were closed, he could see infinite paths in all directions, spinning in an orbit around him. Each one led to the exact same courtyard, where figures waited in line for-

"Um... Jethro?"

The words brought the bear out of his daydream, and he opened his eyes just to get an up-close look at Flowers' crotch. His eyes slowly moved upwards, looking into hers, past her belly and breasts. They just looked at each other in silence for a moment, both confused and unsure.

Then the bear growled, his hands suddenly reaching around the deer's hips to give her plump ass a hard squeeze. His tongue pushed right past her waiting lips, wildly and erratically darting around, sliding all over her wet insides...

But then he stopped to speak. "How am I supposed to describe how I eat you out if I've never actually done it?"

"What..." The deer looked incredulously down at the bear between her legs. She had seen such a dazzling lightshow flash before her eyes as his tongue danced around inside her, but now it had suddenly come to a stop. "But... You weren't describing it. You were doing it... You've done it before!"

"I have? I wasn't? Oh... Okay, whatever you say." He tilted his head, but didn't react past that.

"Well... Are you going to get back to it?"

"Huh? Oh, sure..." A low grumble escaped his lips, and Jethro went back down on her, slower and more sensually than before. Whether that was on purpose, even he didn't know. But Flowers was happy - The pleasure between her legs once again turned to beautiful lights, and a song that sounded like it couldn't possibly be from this dimension...

At some point neither of them could remember, they wound up laying together on the grass, hugging each other in a warm embrace in the sun. They both were spent and tired, and the shrooms were starting to wear off... a little.

"Jethro... What are we?" Flowers questioned, sounding fearful of the answer.

"Huh? We're... here." The bear responded, confusedly. His eyebrows perked up a moment later, at least thinking like he understood better. "Ohhh... No, we're creatures of the earth, part of a big, beautiful ecosystem. Right?"

The deer sighed. "Yes, but... I meant what are we to each other? The things we do, where we came from, what things are like..."

"Oh? Ohhh..." A low hum reverberated from the bear's throat. "We're... something new. Something ain't been done before. 'N we're real important to each other. Ain't goin' nowhere." A big, dopey smile filled his face. "Does that answer ya?"

"You know..." She sighed again, but smiled despite herself. It was a non-answer, but Flowers was happy with it. "Yes, it does."