{"sf1_id":1275853,"sf2_id":"dmBVDXym","title":"A Bear's Vacation II","author":"Muskwalker","words":1640,"posted_at":"2017-12-17T02:20:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Camping","Chastity Device","Cigar","Cuffs","Domination/Submission","Fingering","Forcedshifting","Gay","Leash","M/M","Mild Bondage","Oral","Pain","Piss","Punishment","Role Reversal","Semi-consensual","Smoking","Spanking","Tanuki","Urine","Watersports"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1275853-a-bear-s-vacation-ii","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBVDXym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a6/b3/a6b3fb36-09b8-49a3-841e-e452c25ce487","description":"","content":"Rain fell in spatters on the tent where Greg had been trying to recover his strength--the vacation had taken a lot out of him.\n\nThe chastity device had been the biggest burden, certainly; even though several loads of cum had indeed been wrested from his poor locked-up cock, it was nowhere near commensurate with the sex drive generated by the generous tanuki scrotum hanging between his legs.\n\nThe tanuki form itself had been wearing on him. In a walled-off corner of his mind he knew that when he'd started the weekend, he'd been a bear. The memory was difficult to view directly, but he deduced it from the moments of surprise he did remember--the moments when the smoke had blown over him and he'd seen himself _change_.\n\nGod, the smoke. His campground companion had taken over his cache of _special_ cigars on Friday night and had been using them to change him. He'd been made to take on every form that'd appealed to Tank's fantasies, which on its own wasn't that much of a problem--their shared tastes were absolutely a factor in their friendship, after all--but the _roles_ were too opposed to his desires: The sub. The slut. The needy little fucktoy. Greg had had to play them all.\n\nAnd in a crowning display of narcissism, Greg had to undergo much of this treatment while transformed into the body of the tanuki that had taken him over.\n\nMeanwhile, Tank had been wearing _his_ body, that of a thickset bear. If this weekend had been in reality what it looked like from outside--himself as the big dom bear, having his way with a subby 'nook, Greg would have been content--but the reversal of the roles grated on him.\n\nAt least, it did now, now that he was able to notice, even if just barely. The tanuki body was still chiefly acting as if it had the tanuki's personality; since he'd woken up he'd been kneading those pent-up balls, trying to work a load out of a cock that wasn't allowed to get hard.\n\nIt just wasn't right.\n\nThe corner of his mind that was still Greg gathered strength and asserted itself, and the bear in the tanuki's body got up and looked out the tentflap onto the rainy campground.\n\nTank was not in sight, it seemed.\n\nHe slung his balls over his shoulder so they wouldn't drag in the mud and snuck like a burglar over to his own tent where the sound of Tank sleeping was apparent even over the sound of the rain.\n\nThe tanuki worked the tent zipper open a fraction, as quietly as he could, and put his eye to the opening.\n\nTank was there, the bear sprawled out on his sleeping bag.\n\nAnd just beside him, the one thing Greg knew he needed to take control of the situation again: that little packet of his special cigars.\n\nAfter a bit more quiet zipperwork, he was able to reach in deep enough to grab them, and dashed stealthily back to the other tent.\n\n* * *\n\nIt was incredible how much Greg had missed the smoke, even though it had only been a few hours.\n\nHe sat in the tent with the cigar, letting its clouds flow over him, not just changing him back to his familiar shape--the tanuki body would've known how to do that--but restoring his mind as well: his full memories, his personality, and his need to teach Tank a lesson.\n\nThere in the mouth of the tent, the restored bear contemplated the rain and just exactly how the trickster should get his comeuppance.\n\nBut first, there was time enough to enjoy his cigar.\n\n* * *\n\nTank woke later in the morning, after the rain had already come to an end. Greg watched him emerge from the tent and stop short on seeing his double sitting in the opening of the other tent, casually drawing from a cigar.\n\n\"I guess the jig is up?\"\n\nGreg exhaled a jet of smoke at the disguised tanuki, exposing his original form. \"Yep.\"\n\nThe bear watched Tank start to shift even further as his smoke imposed its changes on him.\n\nHe would get the chastity cage, of course. The gleam of metal appeared through the clouds of tobacco, encasing the tanuki's dick in a seamless sheath that would be harder to remove than the member it imprisoned.\n\nGreg moved closer as leather cuffs appeared, binding the tanuki's hands and feet. \"Think you've got a taste of your own medicine coming, son,\" he said. \"Remember that last drink you gave me? It's about time for you to take it back.\"\n\nHe dragged the tanuki back to the campfire where the little chairs were and pulled him down to his knees as he took a seat, resting his feetpaws on Tank's hefty scrotum.\n\nThe pressure made him whine a little, so Greg gave him another blast of smoke, watching in satisfaction as a leather collar and harness banded across Tank's body, with a leash leading up to the bear's paw. He gave it a tug, pulling the tanuki's nose forward into his crotch.\n\nAnother breath of smoke.\n\n\"I want to hear you beg for it, though.\"\n\nThe tanuki whined again.\n\nGreg unzipped leather pants and fished out his thickness, resting its pierced tip on Tank's nose.\n\nTank whimpered more pitifully.\n\n\"No,\" the bear said. \"You're going to have to beg like you really want it. Let me hear how much you want my piss.\"\n\nTank looked up at him, eyes pleading--and got another jet of smoke aimed at his face.\n\nAnd suddenly it didn't seem right to hold back anymore.\n\nHe nuzzled under that thick shaft, inhaling deeply the bear's musk and smoke, and murmured in a dreamy tone: \"Please, sir... I did you wrong, taking control as I did... I have to make it up to you...\"\n\n\"Get on with it, boy.\"\n\n\"Please make me take your p--_rk!_\"\n\nGreg didn't let him finish, the bear grabbing his head and pulling it roughly onto his cock. The tanuki didn't struggle, but he _did_ cough a bit when the bitter stream started only a couple of seconds later.\n\nThat was no good, Greg thought. Toys should always be ready.\n\nHe pulled the Tank closer so there was no possibility of spitting it out--the bear's mostly-hard shaft stretched his throat so he wouldn't even have to swallow.\n\nTank's eyes teared up as the pierced cock blocking his airway filled his stomach. The first taste of it lingered on his tongue and the unmistakable scent of a bear's piss made his member strain against the cage that held it.\n\nThe bear went on for a good long time, enjoying the tanuki's subjugation. With the aid of the cigar, of course, he could have filled the Tank indefinitely, but he let up on him when the poor boy's bloated stomach started to gurgle in protest.\n\n\"There now, that's much better,\" he said, pulling out. \"Thank me, boy.\"\n\nThe tanuki let out a long, low belch instead. \"Excuse me... Sorry... Thank you, sir.\" He made a face like he was going to be sick, but the bear gripped him between his thighs and made him breathe in more of his musk, more of his smoke--quickly building up the tolerance in him that usually takes a sub months of practice.\n\nGreg leaned back, enjoying the last of his cigar for its own sake as the bound tanuki started nuzzling and slurping at his balls. Couldn't have him enjoying that _too_ much...\n\n...though maybe a _few_ minutes would be all right.\n\nWhen he started trying to take that shaft into his mouth again, Greg stopped him, holding his head back. \"That's too much of a reward for you, boy,\" he said. \"I'm gettin' off on _my_ terms.\"\n\nHe stood up and moved behind him, bending Tank forward over his balls. The bound tanuki's scrotum was sturdy enough to handle their weight without damaging him _too_ much.\n\nAnd if it hurt, he could always shapeshift them into something sturdier.\n\nGreg looked over Tank's rump, growling low as he made the realization. _He could shapeshift easily out of any of the bonds that held him._ Not only was his submission an act, the tanuki was still _actively_ making a toy of him, manipulating him into taking charge and acting out the tanuki's deeper fantasy. Did he think it was okay just because he wasn't directly controlling his body anymore?\n\n_Fucker._\n\nThe bear got on his knees and started toying with Tank's hole, stuffing two and three fingers in as he worked him open. Just as he'd thought, the shapeshifter had enough control of himself to keep his hole slick and supple, even without adding any lubrication.\n\n_And he likes to be roughed up, does he... Fuckin's too good for him._\n\nHe pulled his fingers out and aimed his whole paw at Tank's rump. _Well, you asked for it._\n\nWith the first hard slap across his hindquarters, the tanuki yelped out, slumping forward. \"Ow!\"\n\nAnother spank. \"Told you, boy. You don't get a _reward_ for trying to use me.\" The whack of his paw making contact was loud despite the furriness of Tank's rump and the background noise of the forest.\n\nThe heavy _smack_ was repeated and echoed through the trees till Tank was whimpering out what pleas for forgiveness he could muster and his ass was hot from the abuse.\n\nGreg spanked him till he thought he'd learned his lesson, then gave him half a dozen more for good measure.\n\nHe was tempted to unload in the defeated tanuki, but there was no way he'd undermine that hard-learned lesson for a bit of pleasure.\n\nHe was in charge. He could wait.\n\nHe left the tanuki on the ground and went back to his tent to enjoy another cigar.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}