A Bear's Vacation
Story from September's poll. Greg belongs to Athelstan.
The bear left his tent while the dawn was still breaking. He gathered up enough firewood to keep him warm for the morning and set up his campfire in the pit.
It was still early and there was no need to work too hard just yet. He sat and watched the flames for a good while, working out his plans for the day.
First order of business, of course, would be to go for a beer. Strictly speaking, it might have been a bit too early in the day to be drinking, but this was a vacation, and what are vacations if not for breaking the rules?
He reached into the cooler behind him and pulled out a bottle, then returned to planning out the day.
Breakfast would come next under normal circumstances but that entailed a lot of work and could certainly wait till after the first beer, at least.
The bear looked up, watching the leaves rustle in the wind, taking the moment to just be Greg. The comforting scent of the campfire was in the air as the smoke wafted up to the forest canopy.
Smoke, he thought, reaching into his pocket. That's what's missing here.
A minute later the cigar was lit and the moment was complete.
A rustling from the tent brought the bear's attention away from his creature comforts. His companion on this trip was prone to sleeping in pretty late--the fabled tanuki laziness was strong in him--but some miracle had transpired to get the big round Tank out of his sleeping bag before noon.
Maybe it was the chastity cage finally getting to him. He was so pent up that his hefty scrotum, which was already large at the best of times even for a tanuki, had nearly doubled in size.
Too much more and they'd be dragging on the ground.
Tank stood blinking in the sunlight, whose brightness he never did seem to get used to, and the bear sat back and admired the view.
At the start of the trip, the bear had found his charms were more than effective on him. Just a little whiff of smoke from the bear's cigar had let him tweak Tank's mind to the point where the blond tanuki had spent the whole time bare-ass naked and hadn't even noticed he was doing anything out of the ordinary.
The chastity cage, too, had been put outside of the tanuki's notice. Last night his dick had been visibly straining against the metal, but all Tank knew was that his dick wasn't getting hard--the poor beast was full of apologies for his erectile dysfunction and worked overtime with his mouth to make up for it.
He smiled at the memory, a bulge growing in his leathers as Tank sat down beside him. In a seated position his balls did touch the ground, and the bear wondered idly what it'd be like to mount that big furry scrotum, sliding his dick between heavy orbs bigger and firmer than the tubby tanuki's rump...
Tank was talking.
"Sorry? Was just distracted there..."
"I said 'Did I miss breakfast?'"
Every urge rose in the bear to unzip his pants, whip out his thick and stiffening rod, and say "Got your breakfast right here, boy."
Under normal circumstances, it would have taken more than just a single beer to act with anything like that level of boldness.
But what's a vacation if you're not having any fun?
The tanuki knelt carefully in front of the bear, making sure not to trip over his endowments as he settled in.
He looked down at the muzzle exploring his crotch and smirked at the beast's eagerness before blowing a little more of that powerful cigar smoke into his face.
As the tobacco took hold, the bear reached into the tanuki's mind and made sure to instill a relentless thirst for anything that might come from his dick. Tank was probably easygoing enough not to need this mental nudge, but sometimes you're in a hurry and don't care to explain yourself.
That beer was working its way through him, after all.
He put a paw on the back of Tank's head and rumbled softly, "Ready for it, boy?"
The tanuki didn't answer, but took the bear's dick into his muzzle with eagerness.
This is the life. He unleashed his stream into the mouth of his friend, who drank it down greedily. He reached down to stroke behind Tank's ear as he listened to the wet gulps of his morning piss sliding down his throat. "Aren't you just a good boy..."
The bear really was impressed--the tanuki was swallowing down that bitter drink without gagging or spilling or anything.
He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the remainder of his release, his dick stiffening as he finished unloading into the tanuki. "Mm," he said. "Now, I think--"
He stopped for a moment and exhaled, sending the cigar smoke between his legs where the tanuki was.
"I think I'd like you to change for me."
Tank rumbled with soft anticipation as the bear reached into his mind and started smoothing over the corners of his mind, stroking stray thoughts. It felt good to submit to Greg, to give up everything to the bear's wishes, to breathe in smoke and drink the piss of beer.
That's what it's all about, isn't it?
And the bear reached deeper into the tanuki's mind, that intimate yet forceful touch finding the heart of what it means to be a tanuki, what it means to change shape.
And he gave it a little twist, just a little twist that made Tank's body change in just a small way.
The bear was gratified to see his handiwork, a silver ring through the tanuki's septum that wasn't there before.
And then, as though that were the first brushstroke that cleared away the artist's block, the bear continued to make changes, one after another--he made the balls a little bigger, of course; changed the soft fur into green skin and laid an underlying layer of muscle under the tanuki's chub; made the balls a little bigger, of course; replaced the tanuki's muzzle with a big, orckish snout, the septum ring multiplying in size; made the balls a little bigger... of course...
He wasn't sure sure how long it took him to remold the tanuki--certainly his cigar had burned down--but he knew it was time well spent as he admired the big, burly figure of an orc who would definitely have trouble moving around dragging that enormous scrotum.
Tank looked himself over, sitting back on his balls--which seemed strong enough to take his weight--and exploring his body with beefy hands. "Man--" he started, hesitating for a moment as he heard his new, deeper voice. "Man, Greg, you sure know how to build a guy up..."
"I know how to break a guy in, too. Turn around, boy."
He lit up another cigar as he watched the orc-shaped tanuki show off his new ass. "That's exactly what I'm talkin' about."
The bear straddled the bean-bag-sized balls and ground against the new-made orc's rump, slapping it playfully as he worked himself up to a full arousal.
Tank only moaned with need, his caged cock leaking an overflow of pre from his overfilled balls. The bear considered giving him a chance to get himself off, but decided that was a show that could wait for later.
His own dick needed to come first.
The orc's hole was tight as the bear started to sink his rod in--it was a new hole, after all, that had never seen use before.
Heavy gouts of pre lubed up the bear's shaft as the head of his dick sank in.
The way that hole tightened up, snugly gripping behind the bear's thick cockhead, was, simply, heaven on earth.
And he still had a few inches to go, making the transformed tanuki whimper as he stretched his hole. The bear didn't ease up till his dick hilted itself inside the orc, and he exhaled a great cloud of cigar smoke into the air.
He smacked Tank's rump again. "Ready for a ride?"
The bear took hold of his hips and started thrusting in hard, filling the air with the slap of fur on skin and the guttural moans of the orc he was plowing. With each thrust Tank's massive balls slid back and forth against the bear's legs, the tension causing his hole to grip the bear's cock tighter and tighter.
He smirked as he saw the orc reacting sensitively and reached down to grab the neck of that ballsack, making him gasp out loud and tremble, hole clamping down on his dick.
"Ooh, fuck I just came," he said, looking back at the bear just in time to get a faceful of that fragrant smoke.
"No you didn't," the bear said, locking the truth of it in the orc's mind. "That was you needing more, wasn't it."
"Ooh, fuck I need more," he said, in exactly the same tone.
"Damn straight."
The bear returned to pounding the orc's hole, tenderizing his insides till they lost all resistance, leaking the bear's pre in steady drips down his balls. When he grabbed hold of the orc's nutsack again, he gave it a much firmer tug that had the transformed tanuki whimpering out for more and gasping out his need to get off, even as his caged cock was releasing its second load.
With the orc's redoubled enthusiasm, grinding back on the bear's cock with his urgent need to get off, the bear decided to throw the guy a bone. He leaned forward to put his paws on the orc's shoulders and started slamming into him with all his weight.
Tank almost collapsed under the force of the bear's abuse, but just managed to hold himself steady, the exertion keeping him nearly as out of breath as the bear mounting him.
His thrusting got faster as he felt himself approaching the edge, till with a final slam he buried his dick in the orc's ass, grabbed hold of him, and pulled back so the weight of both of them was on the orc's balls as the bear unleashed his load.
Tank groaned with exhaustion as he lay beside the bear, both of them recovering from their exercise, breathing in the sweet fresh air.
The orc felt his head clearing as the cigar smoke worked through his system, and sat up to admire his new form--the snout with the big septum ring, the hefty green beach-ball scrotum, the furry bear paws...
Bear paws...?
He looked himself over again as the orckish form faded away like smoke, leaving behind not the form of the blond tanuki, but a form mirroring that of the bear lying beside him.
The bear that had been the tanuki.
The tanuki that had taken his form.
The tanuki that had--that had caged up his cock, and changed his body and mind with that powerful smoke...
(He remembered the conversation dimly: "What's a vacation if you don't give up being your same old self for a while?")
He tried to get up, but the other bear--the real Tank--stood over him, lighting a cigar.
"Your vacation's not over yet, cub," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke that surrounded them both.
The original Greg felt his mind grow fuzzy as the smoke took hold; the form of the tanuki overtook him again, and Tank's personality reasserted itself.
He looked up at the bear as the smoke cleared and knew he'd found his place.
While the vacation lasted, at least.