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The Biggs & Cunningham Detective Agency Part 2 (Unedited Text)

By Danath

This is the exact text from the 50K-in-a-Day Challenge written July 14, 2018, from midnight to 9:52 p.m. Besides running a spellcheck and removing stream-specific information, the text is unchanged from how it was written during the stream.

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Case #002: The Betrayed Betrothed

Chapter 14: Sam

"Thank you for calling me!" the voice said on the end of the telephone line. "I just don't know what to do. Please, come over right away and I'll explain."

I hung up the receiver and grinned down at Biggs. The plump black bear's muzzle stretched around my thickness as my other paw squeezed his head, keeping his lips tight around the base of my stalk. Between my lips, the tip of a large cigar glowed red as I took another draw.

"That's our new client. She wants us to meet her at her estate," I said, rolling my hips forward and getting an excited grunt from Biggs. Smoke billowed from my muzzle as I spoke. "We probably shouldn't keep her waiting..."

The black bear's throat felt amazing, as always. Though I was still intensely curious about what was causing these changes, and why only I seemed to notice, and where the blue boxes of cigars kept coming from, I was very much enjoying this particular aspect of my new relationship with reality.

Biggs was insatiable. He had his paws on me every chance he had. It was cute, the way he'd slide up against me so casually, but somehow, he could get me undressed and on top of him within fifteen minutes. Didn't matter when or where - he just knew how to press my buttons. Like right now, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, lips pursed, swallowing around my thick stalk as best he can...

Have I gone completely over? Do I even really care why people are changing? Maybe once I calm down I'll start thinking rationally again.

Calming down doesn't happen for another fifteen minutes, at the end of which I've got Biggs's head in both of my paws, dragging him down around my stalk again and again, unable to stop the verbal praise pouring out of my throat for his warm, silky throat as I cum, filling his belly and making him wriggle and dance as he struggles to swallow it all. I lean my head back, taking nice laconic draws from the cigar, each time exhaling in the same measured manner, all while my thickness throbbed in his throat, releasing ropes of my potent, musky seed.

And though by the end of it I was calm, he wasn't. I could see his shaft throbbing, hard and red, looking like he'd pop off at any moment. He gasped when I shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips, lowering myself over top of him. Though I'd been focusing quite a lot on my new male genitals over the past day, I still had feminine needs.

Biggs's hips pumped, jackhammering away, hard and fast enough that I had to grab his wrists and squeeze down against him, pinning him to the floor. I groaned, clenching around him as my half-hard stalk and heavy balls stretched across his belly and chest. The black bear groaned up at me needily as I slowly rotated my hips, working myself around his arousal, taking my time until he was quivering and moaning helplessly beneath me.

I took a long pull on the cigar clamped between my lips and transferred both of his wrists to just one of my paws, keeping his arms stretched over his head as I slowly rolled my hips back and forth, side to side. With my now free paw, plucked the cigar from my lips. Leaning over, I curled my back until I could press my muzzle up against the black bear.

His eyes widened as I exhaled into the kiss, filling his throat and muzzle with smoke. He exhaled through his nose as I felt him tense up beneath me, flexing his hips and pulling his wrists. I kept him still as he came and milked his cock, riding him with languorous thrusts, rubbing my deep pelt into his hips and belly. I'd dreamed of doing this with Biggs for years and here it was, the moment, the connection, the intimacy generated by the closeness and heat bringing us together as though we were one. For a moment, we were, and then it was over, our conjoined orgasm fading as he relaxed beneath me.

"Mmmph..." he mumbled, trying to move his head away from mine so he could speak. Eventually, I let him. "We should... hmmmph... get going, Sam..."

I sighed and reluctantly pulled myself away, standing up and then helping him to his feet as well. The bedspread and mattress were damp from a long night of fun. I stretched and yawned, having hardly slept at all with the insatiable, thick-rumped black bear snuggling up to me the entire time.

We were at Biggs's apartment, within walking distance of the office. It was closer and nice than my studio, so I spent the night rather than return home. We hadn't discussed it, but there was no possibility that I wasn't going to be spending every night with the black bear that I could. From how his paws kneaded my hips while we showered together, I could tell he felt the same.

We finally made it to the Noblewood estate just after noon, pulling into the long, curved driveway that stretched for half a mile from the road before opening up and revealing the vast mansion set against a field of perfectly landscaped green grass. Cassandra met us out front. The polar bear wore an outfit as formal as what she had on the night before at the debutante party, though the train on the black gown was significantly shorter. Biggs had a pair of tight pants that hugged his ample rump and a slim shirt to show off his narrow waist and wide hips. I wore trousers, a button-up shirt, and suspenders, along with a dark green fedora I found in the closet at Biggs's apartment.

Cassandra led us inside, where a butler provided tea and coffee from an ornate silver service set in the bright sunroom on the east side of the mansion. The table and cups were a little dainty for my large hands, but I made do as best I could and managed not to break the delicate china.

"Thank you for coming," she said, once we were settled. It seemed strange to me that she'd make sure we had tea and coffee before telling us what this emergency was, but considering how formal she dressed just to meet a couple of private detectives, I had the feeling this was normal for her.

"Just what is it you need our help with?" Biggs asked.

"My husband. Well... I'm afraid he's having an affair." The polar bear stopped, dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, and continued. "It's simply scandalous, I know. Ten years of marriage... and because he feels bored! Here!"

The polar produced a stack of letter and thrust them towards Biggs, who took the stack and unfolded the first. He scanned it for a few moments, eyebrows lifting, and then handed it to me.

I had the same reaction. It was sappy, overwrought poetry mixed with several insensitive comments about his boring house, his boring life, and his boring wife. The next letter was the same, and the one after that, each growing more dismissive of Cassandra.

"So you see, I know he's cheating on me," she said. "I just don't know who. And I need to know that it's not some tramp, at the very least. I just... just..."

I leaned over and rested my large paw on her shoulder, patting her awkwardly.

"Uh... there, there..."

Biggs shot me a glance and dragged his chair closer to Cassandra so he could put his arm around her.

"Don't worry," he said. "We'll take care of this and get you the answers you need."

"Thank you," the polar said, leaning into Biggs. "I'm just... not used to dealing with this sort of thing."

Later, after we'd gotten a copy of Robert Noblewood's schedule for the week and were in the car driving away, Biggs glanced at me.

"You don't like Mrs. Noblewood?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno," I said. "She was a little weepy, don't you think?"

"Put yourself in her shoes. What would you do if your husband of 10 years was writing letters like those?"

"Punch his lights out and kick his ass to the curb."

I grinned at Biggs and he shook his head, but the corners of his muzzle turned up regardless.

"Anyways, this should be a pretty straightforward case. I'll set up the camera, we'll take turns tailing him and see if we can catch him or at least a photo of the mystery mistress."

We discussed the rest of the details on the way back to the office, set up the tail, and within three days, we had our evidence back from the photo developers. It turned out that Mr. Noblewood had an infatuation with a singer at a jazz bar near his workplace. She reciprocated just enough to keep him interested and excited, she'd told Biggs when he chatted her up the third night. Turns out Noblewood was just desperate for a little excitement and the singer liked all the jewelry and clothing he bought her.

I stood in the back of the room near the door as Biggs related all this to Cassandra. The polar bear didn't take it very well - it was a shock to her, since she assumed her husband was as happy as she was.

"What you do with this information is up to you, of course," Biggs said, "but we'd recommend getting a lawyer right away."

"Cassandra! What on earth do you need a lawyer for?"

My head whipped around. Robert Noblewood stood in the entrance to the sun room, having entered without any of us noticing.

"And who are you two? Why are you in my house? Hmm? Speak up, now!"

Biggs cleared his throat as the pompous polar bear glared at him. I tensed, ready to move, but I didn't think Noblewood was the type to try anything physical.

"We're private detectives, Mr. Noblewood."

"Detectives? Private ones, eh? What do you need a detective for, Cassandra? Have you lost your necklace again?"

I grinned when Cassandra's lower lip stiffened and she replied in a calm, even manner. "Of course not, Robert. I know about the singer, thanks to the work of these two detectives."

The male polar bear took a step forward. "Cassandra, it was nothing!" he said, spreading his palms outwards. "I never even slept with her. She was down on her luck and needed a patron, is all. It's a financial arrangement in the hopes she'll release a hit record one day. That's all, just business deal!"

Cassandra, to her credit once again I thought, simply waited for Robert to sputter to a halt before standing up from the table and walked out of the room.

"Robert, if and when you want to tell me the truth, come find me," she said, holding her nose up.

Biggs shot me a meaningful glance and nodded his head at the retreating figure of Mrs. Noblewood, who, I could tell, was putting up a very brave front, a front that was betrayed by the shaking in her knees and ankles. I growled at Robert, who jumped out of my way with a shocked look on his face, and trotted after the faithful wife.

"Mrs. Noblewood?" I called out. "Mrs. Noblewood? Cassandra?"

The polar bear didn't respond. She pulled the orange shawl around her bare shoulders tighter and walked more quickly, going through a door and into a side room seemingly at random.

I followed her inside. It was the study, though from the number of book arranged in neat piles on the floor near the large window, I gathered Mrs. Noblewood spent more time in here than Mr.

"We both used to sit in here and read," Cassandra said, walking towards the window. "You'd get the best light for reading right here in the corner."

I shuffled my feet, unsure what to say.

"Then he decided that having his wife in his study wasn't proper, so that was the end of our reading time," she went on. "And then I found the letters... oh, I just don't know what to do. I can't help that I love him despite it all!"

Maybe if she talked it out, she'd feel better and I could find someplace to dig a hole and hide in until all this emotional trauma was properly dealt with.

"Those long winter nights we'd read by candlelight. He'd read his action and adventure novels. I'd read autobiographies and current events. He used to smoke a certain kind of cigar. I can still pick it out when I smell it."

I glanced around. Cigars, huh? A common thread in the cases so far, to be sure. Was this something to do with Mabel? I bent low, looking under a desk, then craned my head around a bookshelf, checking down the wall running towards the window and the weepy polar bear.

"I don't particularly enjoy tobacco, but the scent of it always reminds me of those happy nights together," Mrs. Noblewood said, reminiscing as I clambered around, opening cabinets. "I thought we would be happy together forever, but I should have known he'd want something more exciting than a quiet life with me. He was always reading those action novels after all."

I opened a cupboard just then and gaped at the sight of hundreds of volumes of neatly catalogued adult magazines, all organized chronologically. I pulled a few out at random. The issues were all from a single magazine focused on various types of bondage. One cover featured an attractive female moon bear in a series of rope knots, artfully arranged and photographed; another cover was less classy and showcased a female kodiak wrapping up another grizzly in far too much leather.

Naughty Mr. Noblewood, I thought, putting the magazines back and closing the doors to the cupboard.

"What do you think, Ms. Cunningham? Should I have tried something more exciting with him? The theater, perhaps? Would that have kept his attention?"

Not judging by his porno collection, I thought, but I didn't say that out loud. Instead, I just grunted noncomittally and kept looking, until finally I opened a pair of cupboard doors and found what I was looking for all the while: the humidor.

It was a nice large humidor too, holding several dozen boxes in what was essentially a large closet with an electric fan to circulate the air. My eyes scanned the various boxes, looking for the particular one I knew would be there.

And so it was. Blue, with gold trim. I plucked it from the shelf and grinned as I closed the humidor behind me.

I opened the box and pulled two cigars out, inhaling the scent on them before approaching the polar bear by the window. She turned and sniffed the air, then saw the cigars in my fingers.

"Oh, no," she said. "I'm not much for smoking myself, remember? I just liked when my husband did because it meant we were spending time together."

"Go on," I said, smiling and pushing the cigar into her fingers. The dark brown wrapper stood out against her pale white fur. "Maybe it will remind him of why he married you in the first place."

"Well... oh, the hell with it," Mrs. Noblewood said. The polar bear's cheeks colored through her fur as she glanced up at me. "Please don't tell anyone I used such language."

I grinned. "Don't worry about it, ma'am."

Before long, we had the cigars burning nicely. I sat on the floor, back to the wall under the window, enjoying the by now familiar flavor of the filler and the sweet taste of the wrapper. I leaned my head back to watch Mrs. Noblewood as she sprawled melodramatically along the window bench, carefully and daintily drawing on the tip of the cigar once in a while. Though she didn't smoke quickly, the room still filled with a dense haze that rippled and eddied around our heads. The scent relaxed me as I leaned into the wall, breathing slow and heavy, at peace with the world.

It was a little while later when the door to the study opened and I heard a deep voice boom out.

"Cassandra!"

Chapter 15: Biggs

At first, I thought the study was on fire. There was a lot of pungent, familiar smoke in the air, enough to trick my senses at the first sight of the room. Smoke crawled up the walls, covering the large frames on the walls and disguising the ornate wallpaper. I stepped into the room with Mr. Noblewood as the slightly acrid vapor tickled my nostrils. It was hard to see across the room through the haze.

"Cassandra!" the large polar bear called out. "Cassandra?"

I could feel my arousal grow in my pants and shivered. This scent... I knew it very well. I walked forward in the smoke, leaving trails and eddies in my wake, until I found Sam sitting on the floor near the window. She grinned at me and beckoned me closer, reaching out to pull me into her lap. I wasn't going to complain, but I was a little worried about the Noblewoods. Mr. Noblewood continued to call for his wife, and his wife, as far as I could tell, was half-asleep on the bench above us. A green shawl draped over her large chest, though nothing but the largest of dresses were able to fully hide the polar bear's bust. In fact, Mrs. Noblewood was slightly famous in society circles for her decolletage, according to the scuttlebutt.

"Is she okay?" I asked, nudging Sam.

"She's fine... this is gonna be so good!"

I lifted an eyebrow, wondering what Sam meant.

"Oh, Robert!" a husky voice from just above Sam's head called out. "I have it on very good authority that you've been a very naughty boy!"

Oh, that's what the grizzly meant. I grinned and shook my head.

"Everyone knows Mrs. Noblewood wears the pants in their house," I whispered. Sam batted her paws at me, ears perked as she listened for any sounds. "Besides, where did you get that cigar? I thought we were omff!"

I had to stop talking when the brown bear's large fingers stuffed the soggy tip of her cigar between my lips. I pouted a little, unhappy she was telling me in not-so-subtle terms to be quiet. On the other hand, it was a good cigar. I leaned back, resting my head across the swell of her chest and wiggling my hips down, settling my lower back firmly against her bulge. She grunted and draped a paw over my stomach, curling her claws slowly along my soft fuz, as voices suddenly started speaking again.

"Oh, Robert! I think it's time for you to face your punishment!"

"Cassandra? Why are you... I mean... uh, yes, dear, of course. I'd never dream of arguing with you, love."

"Good boy!"

Something cracked, followed by a yip.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, Robert. You've got such a nice thick pelt that a little spanking won't hurt."

"Please, dear, we have guests."

Another crack and a yelp.

"Darling!"

Sam's fingers stroked along my belly as we listened, tickling under my shirt and teasing my stomach. I wriggled and shifted my hips, grinding my rump along her bulge until she nipped at my ear.

"Be good or I'll turn you over to Cassandra," she whispered.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Sam and I shared the last few inches of the cigar, curled up together on the floor in front of the window. It wasn't until the stub went out that the smoke began to dissipate. I always felt so relaxed any time I had this particular brand of cigar, and now was no different. I leaned into Sam like my body was turning to jam, eyes barely open.

Sam laughed and squeezed my plush, svelte hips, making me open my eyes and look to where Sam pointed.

Cassandra stood at the end of a row of bookshelves, fully nude but for a leather harness keeping her oversized chest held up. The leather harness ran around her thighs, keeping her plump feminine sex fully exposed and aroused. She pulled the leather cap between her round ears forward as she glared down at the larger male polar bear on all fours on the floor. A collar and lead attached him to his wife's fingers. Between his legs, he was painfully hard and kept that way through liberal use of cockrings.

"Oh, detectives, thank you again for your quick help!" Mrs. Noblewood said, her husky voice resonating off the wood. She lifted a foot and placed it square on her husband's backside, shoving him down into the floor. "Mr. Noblewood and I are so very grateful you could expose his naughtiness."

"It's uh... wow, that's... okay, it was our pleasure," Sam said, acting funny again. She did that sometimes after we had a cigar. I could never figure out why.

"Thank you both, Mr. and Mrs. Noblewood," I said, getting to my feet as the mountain of bear curves beneath me shifted and rose. "If you ever need our services again, please don't hesitate to ask."

Mr. Noblewood groaned as his wife's claws dug into his lower back.

The fur on the back of my neck stood on end when I heard Sam's next question.

"Say, Cassandra, could you give me some tips on how to manage my male acquaintances as well as you manage your husband?"

The polar bear smiled, showing off a dazzling assortment of white fangs, while beneath her heel, Mr. Noblewood squirmed, cock pulsing with need. Cassandra tugged on the leash attached to the collar around the polar bear's neck, pulling his muzzle upwards while keeping his hips down, dragging his lips and nose between her spread thighs to the endless squirming moans and grunts of her bound husband.

"Oh, it's quite simple, Sam," she said. "You just need to make sure they get enough excitement in their lives..."

Case 003: The Filthy Photographs

Chapter 16: Sam

Biggs curled up against my front, the little spoon in the bed. He squirmed as I pulled him against me and sighed when I scritched my claws through his dense black pelt. I pressed my muzzle to the side of his neck, sniffing and huffing his scent, teasing the ruff of fur along his jawline, and gradually waking him up, until he was squirming back against me and panting, morning wood poking from between his chubby thighs.

Of course, he didn't get excited without getting me excited as well. And he knew just how to squirm back against me...

I growled into his ear, making him shudder, then wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. He gasped and shivered all the more as my large breasts flattened to his backside, spreading across his shoulders. I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me, and slid one palm lower, stretching my soft fingers across his arousal until he was wiggling in my grip. I kept my teeth busy with his ears as the morning sun shone in through the window of his - well, our - apartment. I'd already moved out of my studio and returned the key. I didn't even need to ask Biggs - he just handed me a key a few days ago, smiled, and made us coffee.

Soon, my own arousal was a match for his. I found his rump with my stalk; an easy thrust, a gentle groan, and I was inside him, filling him again. By now I didn't care if I ever found Mabel or not - as long as I could keep doing this with Biggs, I didn't really mind the dual reality fighting in my brain. I slid in deep, pushing Biggs's hips down with my claws.

He felt so different now. He was soft and smooth, but plush, so that when I dug my fingers into his rump, the cheeks just sort of shifted around in my paws. But when he went taut and squeezed those cheeks around every inch of my stalk, I could feel it down into my bones. My hips lifted off the bed, back arching, pushing Biggs higher into the air as well and sinking my shaft to the hilt, until even my sheath was squeezing up under the slim black bear's cute stub tail.

Before long I felt the need grow strong in my loins and I rolled over. Biggs squawked as I pinned him under my hips and dug in, using the claws on my toes for purchase on the mattress. I leaned over, spreading my heavy breasts around his head, as my thighs pumped in long, deep strokes, again and again and again, until Biggs's constant moans rang in my ears. The feel of his soft, plush body shoving back against me, tensing and growing loose once more, rippling around my masculine length as my paws stroke his chest and tease at his soft, plush pelt...

Needless to say, I never last as long as I intend, but fortunately, Biggs doesn't either. I groan into his neck, nuzzling and nipping at his cheek ruffs as I fill him again. He moans back, neck tipping to the side as my paw slips under his hips. He goes a little crazy at the touch, grinding into my paw and dragging himself off my cock before shoving back down and up, until I feel a warmth on my fingers and tension finally leave his body. I lean on top of him for a few long minutes, panting and shivering as my thickness slowly slides free of his rump.

The tip likes to sit inside his tail hole, just keeping him stretched open, and I have to tug my hips backwards to get it to flex out, making him gasp and wriggle against me. It's very cute, and I always make sure I grab him and pin him down, working my paws over his back and shoulders until he's like putty.

"We should go to work," I say, my voice low and husky, the kind of tone that means the exact opposite of what I suggested.

"Mmph... yeah, we should..."

"Maybe in a little while..."

"A little while..."

It takes less time for him to get revved up again than it does for me, so I spend a pleasurable twenty minutes with the black bear's shaft thrusting against my lips. He's a good size, not nearly as big as me, but he's wriggly and fun to tease. My tongue is large enough that I wrap it almost all the way around, and every time I do his claws dig into my neck and shoulders and he makes the cutest noises.

I'm in the middle of sending him close to the edge when the phone rings. Automatically, Biggs reaches for the receiver on the table next to the bed, arm stretching out and lifting it to pull it towards his ear. It's only after he stammers "H... h... hello!" through a series of intense licks that he realized the mistake he made. I smirk around his length, looking up at him as he shakes his head at me vigorously.

"Yes, we can be thehhaharre in thhhheertty... better make it an oohhhhhoooour! Yes, sexty... sorry, sixty minutes, sir, yes, sir, of course! See youuuuu then haaaa!"

The receiver slammed down and Biggs wriggled his hips, trying to escape my claws and tongue, but he wasn't going anywhere. Not for sixty minutes, anyways.

It was seventy-five minutes and two loads later when the two of us arrived at the mayor's office. The city hall building, one of the largest in the whole metropolis, stretched sideways, many hundreds of feet long but only three stories tall. Housing most of the city government departments in one place, the large structure contained offices for both Rockfish and Pine Valley, the two primary halves of the large metropolitan area. Though two bureaucracies existed, one for each city, there was only one mayor, a cost-cutting move implemented years before.

Inside, a secretary took us directly to the mayor's office and ushered us inside, then closed the door behind. We were alone in the large office, which had a huge wooden desk, several pieces of furniture such as tables and sofas, and a variety of plaques, awards, and other memorabilia on the walls.

The mayor sat behind the desk, a scowl on his large face. He was a spectacled bear with a bright muzzle and dark pelt otherwise, though with his suit on I couldn't tell if he had any other markings. I recognized him immediately, of course - the mayor was one of the most important people in the country due to the amount of money they controlled.

I didn't recognize the other bear in the room with the mayor, a lanky bear with a large shoulder ridge that left him with slightly hunched over posture. He smiled at Biggs and me.

"Hello! Mr. Biggs, Ms. Cunningham, the mayor would like to extend his utmost thanks for your prompt arrival," the bear said, obviously some sort of aide to the mayor. "The matter we would like to discuss with you is very sensitive, however, and so before we proceed, the mayor must be assured of your discretion."

Biggs nodded, face solemn, as I took a few steps back, fading into the background so Biggs could do the talking.

"If we went around blabbing the details of our clients, I'm sure you'd agree we'd have very few clients left," my black bear said. He was cute when he was confident like this. "Anything you have to tell us will stay in the strictest confidence."

The smaller bear glanced at the major, who let out a deep grunt.

"The mayor is very pleased to hear this, and would like to immediately hire you retrieve some personal photographs. These photographs were taken illegally and show the mayor in a variety of compromising situations," the assistant said. "Obviously any assistance you can provide will be greatly appreciated by the mayor and the city. And of course, should you manage to retrieve the illicit photographs, the mayor is prepared to reward you with a substantial finders' fee."

Biggs and the assistant went back and forth, arguing about costs and timelines and all that, with the occasional grunt from the mayor interpreted and analyzed. I found it a little dull, to be honest, but Biggs loved getting into negotiations like this. He liked the verbal sport of it, whereas I preferred actual sport.

Eventually, they settled on an agreement. The assistant slipped Biggs a slip of paper with a name, and we were quickly ushered out of the office with strict instructions on how to contact the mayor's assistant in the future.

"What was the note?" I asked as we got into my old, trustworthy rustbucket of a car. It groaned to life and sputtered as I pushed in the clutch.

"An address. Apparently, the mayor's compromising photos were taken at a brothel."

"Want to head there now?"

"You know it."

The brothel wasn't much to look at from the outside when we arrived about half an hour later. The sun peeked out from behind some clouds as I parked the car an inconspicuous distance down the block. We waited almost an hour, watching as a steady stream of people went in and out of the building.

"The cops have got to know about this place, right?" I asked.

Biggs nodded. "Of course, but they're skimming off the top in exchange for turning a blind eye. Especially if the mayor's a frequent guest."

"Do we know who runs this place?"

"No, but I'm assuming already that they aren't involved in the photographs. These sorts of places are easy to shut down and blackmail doesn't work against the kind of power the mayor could bring down on their heads."

"So why are we here?"

"Information. C'mon, let's go in."

I followed behind Biggs, trying to focus on the street and people around us instead of his full, pert rump swaying back and forth in front of me. The building was made of red brick and featured a short set of stairs up to a pair of shiny golden doors. Definitely not inconspicuous.

Inside was far more opulent than out. Dark wallpaper, low lights, and a simple wooden desk greeted us. A receptionist sat behind the desk, and while there was nobody else in the room, I had a feeling we were being watched.

"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, but this is a private members-only club," the receptionist said. "If you don't have a membership, I'm afraid I must ask you to leave."

"We don't have memberships," Biggs said, leaning against the receptionist's desk. "We just want to ask a few questions for a friend of ours. You might have heard of him. Last name 'mayor,' first name 'the'?"

The receptionist coolly held Biggs's gaze for a moment before nodding.

"Someone will be right with you, sir."

True to the receptionist's word, somebody was with us soon thereafter, though when the polar bear stepped out from the hallway behind her desk, I couldn't help but stare.

She was thick in the middle, with a bit of a well-fed paunch to her bare belly. A large set of breasts hung from her upper chest, squeezed together at the moment by a small shirt that only managed to wrap around half of each orb, leaving most of her nipples and orbs exposed. The shirt was all the clothing the polar bear wore - she was nude from the hips down, and, on sniffing the air, I could smell the scent of her heat. It stirred something in my loins and I quickly looked away as Biggs coughed.

"You two are here about the mayor?" she asked. Biggs nodded, and she jerked her head towards the hallway. "Follow me."

We did as she asked, though we'd no sooner stepped foot in the hallway then one of the doors on the left side opened up and a small black bear stumbled out, bouncing off my side. I reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him, then stared.

"Candy?"

"Cunningham?"

It was James Candy, leader of the Sweet Gang, and the attempted kidnapper of Penny Pinchbottom. I'd watched her completely turn the tables on her attempted kidnappers as the cigars they smoked turned them all into thick-hipped, smaller version of themselves.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leveling a claw at his chest. "You're not involved in any photographs, are you?"

The black bear shook his head and held up his paws. "No, ma'am! Me and the boys, we found out we can work on our backs and make more money than we ever have with petty theft."

The polar bear approached and glanced from me to Candy.

"You two know each other?"

"Uh... prior professional relationship," I said, while using my paws to straighten my tie. I'd taken to wearing one after Biggs said it might be nice. With the had, button-up, pants, and suspenders, I suspected I looked like quite the male from a distance, until people got near enough to see my chest. A few more males wandered into the hallway and I recognized the large grizzly whose nose I'd broken. His eyes widened when he saw me and he waved shyly before darting back into one of the private rooms.

"Candy and his crew are working for me-"

"Temporarily," the black bear interjected.

"-temporarily, though we're discussing opening a second location for them."

I grinned and rubbed my jaw, thinking about that cute grizzly, but Biggs coughed, getting my attention back on track.

"Later, Biggs!" he called as we headed down the hallway after the polar bear. Biggs jumped and walked a little quicker in response, which made me grin. The confident Biggs flustered by another cute black bear? That'd be something to see.

We turned another corner and ended up in what appeared to be a small office. The half-naked polar bear took a seat behind the desk, unfortunately hiding the view of her round rump.

"You're hear about the photographs of the mayor?"

Biggs nodded. "Do you always cut straight to the point?"

The polar bear nodded. "Saves time, and time is money." She sighed, then continued. "Okay, let's get this over with. My name is Helena. I run the brothel. No, I did not take the photos. No, I did not want the photos taken. No, I was not aware of the photos until you and your-" The polar bear glanced up at me and I curled my lip. "-uh, associate-" I nodded. "- showed up at my business."

"How'd you know what we were here for?" Biggs asked. "Did you know we were coming?"

Helena shook her head. "No, but I knew something was up when the mayor missed his appointment yesterday." The polar bear's face turned serious and she leaned forward. "He never misses his appointment."

"What exactly do your wh-" The polar bear glared at me and curled a lip. "-your employees-" Helena nodded. "-do here for the mayor?"

"We provide a range of services, including custom roleplay scenarios, one of which the mayor is particularly fond of," Helena said. She leaned forward and the swells of her chest strained against her tight shirt. "Basically, he likes getting tied up and spanked, and whoever took photos took photos of him doing that."

I whistled. Those photos could end the mayor's career in a second.

"How do you know they were of that particular service?" Biggs asked.

"That's the only thing the mayor likes to do here," Helena said. "Trust me."

"Thanks for your assistance, Helena," Biggs said, getting to his feet. "If you think of anything else, or if you know who the photographer is, please let us know."

Biggs scribbled the office number on a piece of paper. Helena put it into the top drawer before standing up and nodding to us both.

"I'll do that. If those photos leak, I'm going to be in as much trouble as the mayor."

Chapter 17: Biggs

We hadn't more than stepped a foot outside of the door when Helena came charging into the reception area, still naked but for a scrap of cloth across her chest.

"One of my girls just found the photographer's nest," she said. "Figure you'd want to see it, right?"

Sam and I followed Helena back into the brothel, this time taking the stairs up to the top floor, where the rooms were larger and soundproofed.

"In here," Helena said, opening the door to a room labeled "12".

Inside, I recognized two of the cute guys from the Sweet Gang. They were ganging up on a bound and restrained portly labiated bear. Only his head and the natural windswept appearance of the dark fur surrounding his tan muzzle and long, thick lips were visible. The rest of him was surrounded in a variety of ropes, chains, and other restraints that squeezed into his thick gut.

"Oh, hey Helena," the labiated bear said, unfazed by the sudden entrance.

"Hey, Borus," the polar bear said, ignoring the lascivious look Borus lavished on her midsection. Then, to Sam and me: "Up here."

In the back of the room, there was a closet, inside which was a ladder leading up to a crawl space. Sam took one look and shook her head, leaving it to me to scurry up into the attic area.

I heard Sam talking as I carefully walked, crouching over to avoid hitting my head, across several beams, towards the corner of the room.

"How'd you find it?"

"One of my girls had plaster in her fur when she was done, and not the regular plaster she gets."

"Uh... right."

I found the nest and it was well used. A few blankets to muffle the sound, a pillow to lean on, and cleverly drilled holes surrounded with a darkbox made of black fabric to prevent light leakage. It was a professional setup, something a paparazzo would use when stalking a celebrity. Or something I might use on a surveillance job.

I didn't disturb anything and climbed back down.

"I think he's getting in from the roof," I said. "Can we go up there?"

"Be my guest," Helena said. "Look, you got more questions, you let me know, but I've got to get back to work. I've had a client in room 9 and... well, it's not like he's gonna go anywhere quick, but I shouldn't leave him alone for too long. Not with the stretcher already in, anyways."

The polar bear pointed towards the stairs to the roof and left us to our own devices. We climbed up and out, but the roof was a bust. I couldn't see an access point at all on the flat roof. There wasn't anything up there at all, not a single vent or grate. It wasn't until Sam called me over to the side of the building that I realized how the photographer was getting in.

"We're gonna need some good bait," I said.

"Yup," said Sam.

"And I've got just the person to play the role."

"Who? Oh, come on!"

It didn't take a whole lot of convincing, especially once I filled Sam in a few more of the details. If everything worked out, we'd catch the extortionist, find the photographer, prevent Helena from getting busted, and earn the favor of a grateful mayor.

If everything worked out.

Helena, fortunately, agreed to help immediately and even solved the most pressing problem: we needed a client who was famous or connected enough to draw the attention of the photographer and who also looked similar to Sam, at least from a distance. The polar bear immediately snapped her fingers and pointed at Sam when I brought the idea to her the next day at the brothel.

"Dirk Newgavel," she said. "You could be his sister."

"Why is that name familiar?" I asked.

Helena waved a hand. "Nephew of a state legislator, gets caught driving drunk a few times, now he and his uncle are desperate to avoid attention. Perfect target for your photographer."

The polar bear ditched the too-small shirt in favor of a complicated woven top that squeezed her heavy breasts into the air and kept the fat black nipples at the caps of each orb elevated and perky. Lower, a single red bandana fluttered across a piece of cord around her ample hips. Sam, I noticed, couldn't help but peek, which I found endlessly amusing.

But there was work to do. "How early can you get an appointment for him on the books? I'm assuming the photographer is paying somebody at the brothel for information."

The polar bear's smile turned grim. "You assume correctly, but that issue has already been dealt with."

I decided crossing Helena would not be good for my health long-term and added that to my "never attempt" list.

"How else can we lure the photographer in?"

"I'll have a fancy car with state government plates drive up and drop off Sam. If we cause a bit of a spectacle by having a few cops I'm paying off show up and pretend to investigate, that'll pique his interest."

"That's a good plan," I said, a little jealous that I hadn't thought of it myself. "When can we move on it?"

"Tomorrow, maybe the next day. The car is easy, but getting the cops to play along might be tough. Maybe if you put in a word with the mayor's office?" the polar bear suggested.

Definitely never cross her. I shivered at the predatory look in her eyes as she played out the game from a hundred different perspectives, running simulations as to who owed favors to who and how she'd eventually collect.

"We can do that," Sam said, when I hesitated. "Let's plan for two days from now in the evening."

"Just wear what you're wearing right now, sister," Helena said, grinning at Sam and eyeing her up and down until my eight-foot-tall partner squirmed under the shorter polar bear's gaze. "You definitely look the part of a john."

I interrupted before Sam could say something untoward.

"Got it. Thanks, Helena. We'll see you in two days."

We spent the rest of the day getting in touch with the mayor's assistant, who we met at a nearby cafe and indiscreetly passed along the details of what we'd need. With the assistant promising the full support of the police, I thought this plan had a real chance of success.

I spent the next day visiting the offices of most of the major tabloids in the city, especially the four or five that had a vendetta against the mayor. I posed as a young journalism student from the city college on a class assignment to interview editors about their work.

There was only one who I suspected might have something to do with the photographs. When I mentioned I liked writing about politics, especially city politics, the editor at the Daily Ursine, an overweight grizzly named Curtis Barkback, got antsy. When I casually mentioned how much I liked the photographs the paper used of the mayor, I could hear his foot tapping on the ground. And after I oh-so-innocently managed to squeeze the word "brothel" into a sentence, he got positively frantic and quickly ended our conversation while I played dumb and thanked him for his time.

Definitely involved, but I wasn't sure how, and no amount of questions from a supposed college student would ever get him to open up. As I told Sam later that afternoon, we'd have to depend on catching the photographer and flipping him on the editor who was sending the blackmail threats.

"What if the photographer doesn't show?" Sam asked. Her claws sunk into my hips as I straddled her belly, both of my paws sliding around the smooth, firm length of her thick maleness.

"I... nnnff... I think he will," I gasped. Her claws really got a good grip as she squeezed my rump and pulled me forward against her belly and torso. "It's too easy of a score to pass up, and with the attention the cops will bring, it's a no-brainer."

"No-brainer, huh?"

Sam's claws dug into my rump again and I groaned. She knew just where to squeeze, just where to apply the right pressure to make me melt against her. I shivered as her fat stalk, over twice the size of my member, slid down my stomach and popped up on the other side of my rump before laying back along my spine, following the curve of my lower hips as she rolled me forward again.

"We'll have to... nff! Find you some clothes," I gasped. "Something a senator's nephew would wear."

"I've already found something to go around my hips," Sam grunted, teasing me with her thickness again.

"If you wore me inside, I think we can kiss any chance of success goodbye."

"Then I better wear you out."

"Ahh!"

Chapter 18: Sam

I fidgeted as the car pulled up to the curb in front of the brothel. I made sure my cap was down low and I hunched over to hide my face. I waited a few minutes, and then opened the door just as police cruisers came screaming around the corner, lights wailing.

I slammed the door closed, trying to make it look like an act for the police from the photographer's point of view, and huddled into the back seat as the cop cars pulled up and turned off the sirens, though they left the lights on top of their cars flashing.

Three officers in total surrounded the car, making a scene of yelling at the driver and peering at me in the backseat, then pretending one of them got a radio call about it. Within ten minutes, the three officers and two cars left, leaving my fancy luxury vehicle alone in the street. If that didn't draw enough attention, I don't know what would.

I waited another few minutes to make sure the coast was clear before hopping out of the car and rushing into the brothel, keeping my cap low and my shoulders hunched over to disguise my chest better. Once inside, I straightened up and followed the waiting Helena down the hall to the stairs, then up to the top floor.

"Right this way, Mr. Newgavel," the polar bear said, projecting her voice to ensure she'd be heard. "We're so pleased you've decided to visit us again."

I just grunted in response.

"I'm sure you'll be enjoying your regular services?"

I grunted again.

"Wonderful. Unfortunately, your regular girl isn't available, but I'm sure you'll be quite satisfied with the replacement I've found. Her name is Ashley and she's a real firecracker."

Helena grinned as she led me into the room and undressed me, keeping my back and face towards the hidden photographer nest in the corner. From the back, all he could see were my large shoulders and firm buttocks, which hopefully appeared masculine enough not to spook him.

"If you'll just lay down on the bed, Mr. Newgavel..."

I followed the polar bear's instructions, laying down on my belly on the bed and stretching out my arms and legs. Helena attached cloth rope to my wrists and ankles before tying them off to the frame of the bed itself, apparently tying me firmly down. I pretended to struggle with the bonds a little, but to be honest, I could have snapped the flimsy rope at any point.

And I almost did after Helena headed for the door and opened it, revealing a slim-shouldered bear with a large beehive hairdo piled between her ears. She had a small bra and a pair of matching panties, both made of silk. It was only after Helena waved and said, "Have fun, you two!" that I took a second look at the attractive black bear in the doorway.

Underneath the beehive wasn't a new girl, but Biggs. A corset wrapped around his waist, accentuating his hourglass figure and full, plump bottom. Leather straps clung to his wrists and ankles, plus a large collar around his neck. Biggs grinned as he strutted in, slowly and sensually approaching me as I lifted my head to watch. I couldn't help the wriggle in my bottom as the small black bear came nearer and nearer, comparatively small paws reaching out to stroke across the back of my neck or tease the ruffs of my cheeks.

"Well, Mr. Newgavel," Biggs said, sliding a claw down the center of my back, tickling right down my spine, "I've heard you're a very naughty boy."

I mumbled something into my pillow. My cock was rock hard already. Would I make it long enough for Biggs to get around to the codeword?

Something thwacked against my pelt and bounced off my thick fur. I craned my neck and saw Biggs holding a riding crop in his right paw. The leather strap flicked, smacking off my firm rump cheeks again. I growled instinctively, but squeezed between my belly and the bed, the thick male stalk flexed and spat, aroused to no end.

Another claw, this time drawing circles on my rump cheek, then a second claw on the other, then more teasing with the riding crop. For a few minutes, there was no sound or touch at all, and I craned my neck again, but couldn't see where "Ashley" went.

Until Biggs popped up in front of the bed and exhaled a cloud of familiar-smelling cigar smoke across my face before popping the lit cigar between my lips. The black bear grinned as I growled again.

Where did these cigars come from? Don't tell me...

"The humidor here is very well-stocked, Mr. Newgavel," Biggs said, flicking my backside with the crop again. "That's a fine cigar choice you have there."

This couldn't be good, could it? The unpredictable effects of smoking these cigars was mostly about how horny everyone who smoked it or inhaled enough secondhand smoke would feel. With the burning tip only inches from the mattress, I had to keep my chin out and lips moving to prevent lighting the mattress on fire, so plenty of rich, pungent tobacco smoke quickly filled the room - and, presumably, the secret photo nest.

There was a knock at the door just as Biggs delivered a series of flicks and flogs with the riding crop. None of it hurt, of course, especially because of my pelt, but the excitement still made me groan and wiggle without having to act a moment of it. The door opened and Helena's attractive muzzle pressed inside.

"Mr. Newgavel, please excuse my, but I just needed to let Ashley know that her next client is already waiting when she's done in here," Helena said. The polar bear's gaze lingered on me for a few long moments before the white-furred bear licked her lips and opened the door fully. "In fact, I believe I'll stay for a little while and supervise to ensure my new girl is performing her job adequately."

The door closed behind the polar bear as clouds of thick smoke billowed around her, produced by my long and consistent draws on the stogie between my teeth. Her eyes glazed a little as the tobacco's strange magic went to work. Would she remember? I didn't know for sure, but the predatory look in her eyes was back, only this time directed at me and not someone who wronged her.

Biggs grinned of course and snapped the riding crop a few times until I gasped and wriggled.

"Of course, Miss Helena!" I heard him say. "The more help, the better! Mr. Newgavel here is quite the handful."

I felt Helena's claws slide across my buff shoulders and trace the outlines of muscles down my sides through my pelt. When she re-appeared in the front of the bed where I could see her after making a full rotation, she had a dark brown cigar clamped between her teeth and puffed away on it, a smirk on her full lips.

"Apologies if you don't find it ladylike for me to smoke, Mr. Newgavel," the polar bear said, her voice low and obviously intended to titillate. "Sometimes being a good girl is just so difficult... eh heh..."

A cloud of smoke drifted across my face and I shut my eyes. When I opened them, the stacked polar bear was out of sight again.

"Here, Ashley, let me show you the right way to hold that..."

Thwack!

I started, jerking against the ropes and coming almost entirely off the bed. My jaw clenched, almost biting through the cigar still stuck between my lips. The riding crop smarted that time, and the next.

"See? If you use your wrist instead of your arm, you can get a much cleaner snap," I heard the polar bear say. "You try it now."

THWACK!

I let out a growl as my hardness squirted beneath me. The back of my thighs and large rump cheeks felt like they were burning as Biggs giggled and landed another few swats. They weren't overly painful, more surprising than anything else.

"Good, spread them out - cover a wide area, especially when you've got a lovely rump to work with like this," Helena said. "Also, don't be afraid to get your claws dirty."

I grunted as I felt a pair of thumbs spread my rump apart just below my tail, exposing my ring, before two full hands grasped and squeezed the two cheeks back together and rubbed up and down until I was squirming.

Thwack thwack! THWACK!

I didn't try to mute the growl that left my throat then. I followed it up with a great exhalation of cigar smoke, further misting up the room in a dense haze.

"See, when they make that noise, you know you're treating them like the omega male they desire to be," Helena said, her voice sultry, close to my round, flicking ear. "All males just love to submit to a powerful lady... isn't that right, Sam?"

The last part was whispered under her breath for my benefit, and it worked. My cock ached beneath me, hard as steel and throbbing madly. Ten sharp little claws stroked down the large lump of my fat balls, making my legs kick involuntarily, as another few sharp slaps of the riding crop landed across my rump below my stub tail.

"It looks like Mr. Newgavel is almost ready for release," Biggs said.

It took me a moment to remember that was the key phrase. I tugged my wrists, snapping the ropes, and leapt from the bed. My cock bounced against my belly and then levered outwards, flopping and dripping as I tore my ankles lose from the rope. In two large steps, I was under the corner, and it took just one well-placed punch to bring down the photographer's nest thanks to some strategic sawing earlier.

A moaning and very aroused panda fell into my arms along with bits of wall and wood. I stared down at the small male in a bit of shock. Because while he was male and very short, maybe five feet at the most, what hung between his thighs was anything but tiny.

A stiff, thick maleness even bigger than my own draped from his hips, too large to easily get hard. It hung over my arm, thicker than my wrist, as I carried him over to the bed and dumped the moaning black and white panda onto the covers.

"What's he... what's she moaning about?" Helena asked.

I blinked. Before my eyes, the panda's body changed further. As she lay on her back, both paws eager grasping the semi-hard thickness sprouting from her crotch, a pair of feminine, full breasts grew in - small, but pretty on her lithe frame.

"Must have enjoyed the show too much," Biggs said, his voice still low and husky. His paw gripped the riding crop and he kept looking over at me with a need in his eyes. I shivered and felt my arousal pulse, already producing a good amount of pre-cum.

Helena, meanwhile, thrust her hips forward. I gaped at the sight of a massive, onyx black maleness flop onto the bed covers, pointed at the moaning panda's chest. The polar bear's thick stalk flexed and grew, rivaling mine in size as it lifted off the bed and ended up bouncing off the heavy breasts hanging from her chest. When had she grown that? And why wasn't she wondering where it came from?

I was still the only one who could remember when things changed. It was a strange feeling, knowing everyone else had this whole backstory, an uninterrupted memory of how things are and were and will be, but I don't. I mean, I kind of don't. I can get lost and forget things are different because I can see it both ways. It's such a strange feeling.

Despite that odd sensation, the view of the two changed bears only amplified my libido, especially when Biggs dragged the riding crop down the panda bear's sternum, getting the moaning lady's attention at last.

"Who are you taking the photos for?" Biggs asked.

"You're... you're not Newgavel," the panda gasped.

"No, and you're not leaving until you answer our questions," Biggs said. The riding crop flicked lightly against the panda's belly, making her gasp. "Who are you working for?"

"I... I can't... I can't tell!"

I wasn't sure if it was the cigars, the pre-play we had, or if Biggs was just really into bondage, but the little black bear flicked the riding crop like an expert. Helena ran a paw up her enormous length as she watched Biggs work the panda over with the riding crop, nodding in approval as the leather left light red marks across the panda's maleness.

"Ahhh.... Ahhh! Ooohh... ooh, not thererrrr!"

The black bear's pink shaft throbbed as he grinned, white fangs bared in full. He flicked the tip of the crop up and down the panda's erection, snapping at the small bear's fingers whenever they tried to get in between. Rivulets of pre-cum dribbled from the tip and down into his dense belly fur.

"Who do you work for?"

"Nnnnhhhhh..."

"Allow me." Helena smiled as she took the riding crop from Biggs and slid the tip up between the panda's chest, circling each plump nipple with the end of the crop before pushing up under the chin, forcing her head back.

"Second lesson," the polar bear said, voice casual as she leaned forward. I shivered as I saw the glint in her eyes and was glad it was the panda on the bed and not me at this point. Well, not glad, but happy not to be on the receiving end of the polar bear's expert teasing. Kind of happy.

Okay, I was jealous. My thick erection ached as it jutted upwards from hips and I wrapped a paw round the tip, slowly sliding the bubbles of pre-cum down the wet the skin and lubricate it.

"Sometimes," the polar bear continued, "words are more powerful than actions."

Holding the panda's chin in place with the crop, Helena leaned over until her huge breasts enveloped the black and white bear's smaller set. The panda tried not to cry out and bit her lip as the larger polar bear's muzzle grazed her ear. The white bear proceeded to whisper to the black and white bear, but I couldn't hear a word of it. The panda's eyes opened wide as the crop tipped her head back further yet, until her whole backside arched and her long, fat maleness thickened up to full hardness in moments. The polar bear's teeth occasionally nipped at the panda's ear as she spoke in low tones only the bear in the bed could hear, though the panda's oversized maleness throbbed harder and harder as the moments passed by. Helena added a claw, the touch of which caused the panda to yelp and jerk, cock spasming and spitting a few globs of pre-cum. The polar bear's eyes narrowed, pupils dilating as the thrill of the hunt caused her own arousal to spike, leading to a copious amount of clear fluid running from her shaft and from between her plump thighs.

"NNnnghhhhaaaaaalright! Alright! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" the panda gasped, hips jerking side to side, fat shaft slapping up and down across her soft chest fur. "The Daily Ursine! They hired me! Check my camera bag!"

I wiped my paw off on my thigh and headed back to the partly demolished corner of the room. There was no bag on the floor, but it was easy enough to reach up with an arm and pull the canvas sack down. The front of the bag had "Lifeforce Photography" stenciled onto the front in blue font. I rifled through the bag, ignoring the camera and film canisters, until I found a small book.

I handed it to Biggs who quickly flipped through and nodded at me.

"This is what we needed." The black bear turned to Helena, whose predatory gaze remained fixed on the moaning, submissive panda on the bed. "We can get the editor at the Daily Ursine arrested with this evidence. But what do you want to do about her?"

Helena's growl started low in her throat, deep down in the gut, and the very sound of made the panda on the bed gasp and wriggle, thickness flailing against her belly and breasts. I watched, amused and aroused by the display of dominance on the part of Helena. Before, when she was fully female, I thought she was intimidating, but now with the thick monster spearing from her thighs and running over the paunch of her belly... she was terrifying.

"We won't be turning this morsel over to the cops," the polar bear said, growling the whole way through. "No, I have better plans for a worm like this who spies on my clients..."

The panda's groan echoed in the room as Biggs and Sam grinned at each other. The polar bear flicked the riding crop, eliciting a loud yelp, and smirked at the watching detectives.

"I'll let you stay and watch this show for free," she said, flicking the crop lazily as she spoke. "Next time you'll have to pay for the privilege of watching me work."

Biggs leaned back against me so that my thick stalk slid between the soft fur between his shoulder blades. I stiffened, not knowing if I should pay more attention to the black bear in front of me or the polar and panda making the most unusual noises together on the bed.

In the end, both worked.

Chapter 19: Biggs

A series of claps echoed in the room through the omnipresent smoke. I grinned around the cigar between my teeth as Helena stood with her legs shoulder-width apart. Her thick black maleness stretched forward, pointing almost straight forward. The tip of the fat black length twitched against the black and white thighs of the panda, who hung from the ceiling in a bundle of intricate, complex bondage knots. The single rope was looped and twisted and braided with ruthless efficiency around the panda's hips, breasts, and oversized maleness, squeezing and constricting with every slight shiver - and as the riding crop pressed beneath her large balls, I knew there was going to be a lot of shivering.

Sam was covered in ropes as well, but the eight-foot-tall grizzly wasn't hanging from the ceiling upside down, arms and legs pulled behind her like the panda. Few beams would support her weight. Instead, the grizzly was on her knees, wrists attached to her ankles with a large padded bar stuck between her elbows and back. This forced her hips to jut outwards in a lewd manner, allowing me to toy with her thick stalk and large breasts as much as I pleased.

The grizzly's teeth ground against a canvas gag, muffling her growls and grunts as I teased more pre-cum up her stalk. I was getting quite good at making her approach the edge, only to back her down until her cock merely throbbed, rather than quivered. Her eyes narrowed on me as I giggled, enjoying the ability to tease my giant grizzly with no repercussions. At least, for now. I had no doubt that the look in her eyes meant I'd be stuffed full of Sam-shaft until next week - which was exactly the goal in the end anyways. Helena may not approve, but the polar bear had her paws full with the panda a few feet away.

For not the first time, the polar bear grasped the panda, making her long shaft helicopter as it hung towards the floor, suddenly stopped her, and drove forward, grinding her thick black maleness to the hilt in the groaning panda's rump, bypassing the need feminine sex glistening between her thighs for now. A few short thrusts, enough to make the panda struggle in the tight bondage ropes, forcing her breasts and balls to bulge lewdly outwards.

"Mmm... I think I'm gonna keep this one," the polar bear said, watching as the panda's long shaft thrust into the air, spitting ropes of seed as a near-orgasm made her groan in frustration. "How'd you like to be on my staff full-time, Liffy?"

The panda's moan intensified as the huge polar bear's matching shaft drove in again, and again and again, jerking the bound black and white bear's body to and fro with an ease of roughness that could only come from plenty of practical experience. Liffy, so named for the bag in which she carried her camera, cried out as her thick stalk flexed, shooting more ropes of pre-cum as the lust almost peaked, almost allowed to orgasm, only to be cruelly denied. The ropes squeezed around her breasts, holding them tight and still, as well as her large balls, tugging and pulling them constantly. The panda's shaft only squirted harder as the beefy, powerful polar bear played with her, squirming and twitching as shocks of pleasure and pain got the wires in her brain fizzing non-stop.

The polar bear was definitely a pro. I giggled as I returned my attention to Sam, still kneeling in front of me. The large grizzly was just as distracted by the show to the side of us as I was. I slid the crop down over her chest, teasing it around a plump nipple, which got a few nice gasps from the grizzly bear, but I was getting impatient. Was this bondage? Just a bunch of teasing and waiting? Maybe it wasn't for me after all. Unless...

"Ah, screw it," I said. Tossing the crop aside, I straddled Sam's hips, reaching back to guide the tip of her thickness under my tail. I grit my teeth as I pushed downwards, slowly opening myself up to her fat meat.

I gasped as the tip popped in and gravity did the rest, dragging me down as she wriggled and grunted in her restraints. I reached out, both paws groping at her chest, teasing the large nipples and pulling on them until I could feel her maleness flex inside my belly.

I sighed, relaxing and leaning forward as I rolled my hips slowly, enough to keep the grizzly hard and interested, not enough to push her over the edge. I could sense her frustration as I edged myself along with her, trying to delay the inevitable. Down and up, down and up, rolling smoothly, clenching to make sure the soft fur on the insides of my thighs stroked along her impressive stalk, until I could feel her entire body shaking beneath me.

With a grunt, I shoved myself down, sitting firmly on the base. I tucked my feet underneath me, resting them on the top of her large balls, which pulled them towards the floor. I came right away as my entire weight rested on her stalk and balls, filling me up as full as ever. My cock sprayed across her lower belly as her sharp teeth tore into the canvas gag, ripping it to pieces.

The first warm blasts hit my belly and I sagged further, going limp as Sam's incredible length gushed, pumping deep until my belly rounded somewhat. Even more seed flowed past my thighs, over her roiling balls, and onto the floor below, leaving her dark brown fur a sticky mess. I rested, leaning forward, spreading my arm upwards to wrap around her neck as she trembled, still deep inside my warm, clenching rump as I milked her length.

"YYYyessssssssss!"

I'd almost forgotten about the show next door. Helena's hips pounded forward, grinding in deep, making the slim panda's oversized maleness wobble and lurch wildly above the floor, constantly spitting and pumping seed as the polar bear's teeth bared in a savage, triumphant grin.

"Then here's your reward!"

The polar bear's gargantuan length dragged free of the panda's clenching rump, only flex in against her feminine slit, spreading her open in an entirely new way. The panda's eyes widened as a cry caught in her throat. Already overstimulated, the slightest rub of the tip across her aching pussylips produced an instantaneous, full body orgasm that rippled from the panda's ears to her toes.

"Good girl, Liffy," the polar bear said, sighing with pleasure as she slid forward, grinding her thickness through the clenching, forcing herself deep.

The large white bear luxuriated in the panda's tightness before letting go of her excellent control, cumming nearly on command after hilting inside the bound, roped-up panda.

Sam and I watched as the long black length pulled free, spitting dollops of thick white seed across the panda's rump, balls, and cock, adding more seed to the growing mess beneath the highly productive panda.

I grinned and reached around Sam, tugging on a string to loosen the bonds on her arms. She growled as she brought her arms around, squeezing me tight to her hips, keeping her length deep as she laid back and stretched out her cramped legs.

"Next time, I'm gonna be the top," she said, nipping my ear.

Case #004: The Sultry Songbird's Silence

Chapter 20: Sam

Detective Ansom from the Rockfish Police stood in front of us, leaning back against my desk, as I sat on the couch and Biggs made coffee in the kitchenette for all of us. I'd offered to make coffee, but after tasting my brew, Biggs made me swear never to touch dry grounds again.

"Anyways, there's an APB out and a missing person report," Ansom said, dropping a manila envelope on the desk. "If you two know anybody who might have heard something, pass it along, yeah?"

"You got it, detective," Biggs said as I nodded in agreement. "You sure you can't stay for coffee?"

"Sorry, but I've got to go," Ansom said, popping his fedora back over his ears. "Next time."

"See ya, Joe," I grunted from the couch. I waited for the detective to leave before striking up the cigar I held between my lips. It wasn't one of the dark-wrappered ones from the blue and gold box, just a regular old cheap cigar, but I wasn't taking any chances around people. I was always doing double-takes whenever I saw Biggs; if I accidentally turned Joe into something, I'm not sure how that'd go over.

Biggs curled up next to me on the couch and passed me a coffee mug. I sipped at the warm, milky coffee and grinned when the black bear reached up and stole my stogie to take a few puffs of his own.

"Getcher own," I growled, though the paw squeezing his rump let him know I wasn't being completely serious.

"Yours taste better," he said, flashing me one of those "come hither" looks he was getting frighteningly good at.

I felt a swelling in my trousers and growled again. "We need to help Ansom find this singer," I said. "If you keep looking at me like that, we won't be getting off this couch all day."

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Biggs said, going full tease as he leaned against me. "Should I look at you like this?"

The black bear crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. I laughed and pushed him off my lap, causing some coffee to slosh onto my pants.

"Oops!"

I stood up, but there wasn't much, and the pants were dark anyways - a coffee stain wouldn't show. I reached down and teased his ears, grinning.

"C'mon, before we run out of coffee entirely."

It was another twenty minutes before Biggs was ready to go, and when he emerged, I reconsidered my plan to not spend the day on the couch with him.

A tight, fitted pencil skirt in a light green color hugged Biggs's hips and rump while also showing off the thickness of his thighs. A white blouse squeezed against his belly and chest, while a matching top to the pants squeezed Biggs's slim shoulders, accentuating his feminine appearance with a cut designed to accentuate the hips and draw attention from the flat, well-covered bust. A beret rested between his ears as I gawked him.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You don't like?"

I grinned and blew a puff of smoke towards the ceiling, still the same cigar from earlier, then grinned and motioned him closer. He stood on tiptoes as I leaned over, first inhaling a deep breath of pungent cigar smoke to share as my tongue stuffed between his lips. My large paws traced down his sides, careful not to snag the fabric of his new, form-fitting outfit. Combined with a curly hairdo held in place with lots of hairspray, I think Biggs looked like the ultimate modern woman - fashionable, trendy, and immaculately styled. He even painted his claws bright pink, all ten, and carried a small red clutch.

"I like it very, very much," I growled, sniffing at him. "You even smell good."

"New perfume... maybe I'll let you smell it again later," Biggs said, trying to tease me as he walked by to the door of the office.

"You must have an entire closet's worth of clothes here now," I said. "By the way, I need another tie. This is my only one."

My outfit, unlike Biggs's clothes, had not changed much: black or brown trousers, a striped button-up shirt, and a tie - at the moment, a dark blue tie with some gold trim and patterning.

"I think it's a nice tie," Biggs said, reaching up to adjust it to lay flat over the curve of my large chest. "Ready to go?"

I leaned down and pecked him on the lips before we left the office. We went to the most obvious choice to look for a missing singer: the last place she sang.

The Corona Nightclub was on the outer edges of downtown and struggled for respectability among its clientele. Location and a series of large brawls in the club sent its fortunes tumbling, according to the bartender inside, until their lucky songbird appeared: Amelia Braun, a young starlet with the talent go as far life could take her. Whether the bartender was embellishing some details, one thing was clear: three days ago Amelia disappeared completely and hadn't been seen since.

While my swishy little black bear discussed events with the bartender, I wandered the mostly empty club. Few patrons were here so early in the afternoon. The walls were covered in what was once a nice wallpaper, now faded with time and age and covered in a thick layer of tar from the perpetual haze of smoke in the club. There was a large stage area jutting out as a semicircle into the audience, where dozens of four-seater tables were arranged in blocks. The upper concourse featured a selection of additional seating at the bar or on large couches. In the back of the club, hallways led to storerooms, a small kitchen, and the stairs to the upstairs offices, which had windows to look out over the club.

I looked through everything carefully, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. A few employees looked like they wanted to ask what I was doing, but I merely had to ripple my lips and show a hint of teeth to get them to back off. Sometimes being eight feet tall and weighing four hundred pounds has its perks.

I was about to give up and return to Biggs in the bar area, who was surely done by now, when I spotted it. I knew it was there. I knew something was wrong with the room, but I couldn't put my claw on it at first.

The walk-in freezer was too short. Though it was full of boxes and hard to tell, by carefully pacing out the inside and outside, I figured the back wall was a false wall, and it was actually a doorway to a hidden room.

I slipped out of the employee area, pretending ignorance to a manager as to the location of the restrooms, and met up with Biggs in the bar. He perched himself on a stool and sipped a martini as he watched me cross the club towards him. I grinned. He was incredibly cute and attractive in the feminine clothes.

And, as it turned out, I wasn't the only one who thought so.

A large black bear with a ridge of gray fur running down the back of his head approached Biggs as I was about to enter the bar area. His eyes flicked to the side, so I casually altered my direction and took a seat down the other end of the bar, pretending to just be another patron. The black bear leaned against the stool next to Biggs, who laughed and leaned in and toyed with the rim of his martini glass with his claw. The shameless flirting apparently worked, because Biggs giggled and blushed and acted coy all the more, until I heard myself growling. I stamped down those feelings of jealousy and snorted - this was a job, after all.

And indeed, as soon as the large black bear handed off a piece of paper to my smaller black bear, the expression of giddy silliness dropped from his face. He turned towards me and feigned puking, making me smile widely.

"That's Elderbert Salmon," Biggs said. "He's the manager and guess what? After I told him I'm a singer, he offered me an audition!"

"Are you a singer?" I asked.

Biggs shrugged as though that were the least important thing. "What'd you find out?"

"I'm pretty sure there's a false wall behind the walk-in freezer. It's a few feet too short."

"Smart - it's cold, so inspectors won't pay much attention. Plus, it's naturally soundproofed."

I nodded, then glanced across the club, where Elderbert stood with his arms crossed, glaring at me.

"Slap me in the face and throw your drink at me," I hissed.

"What?"

"Do it! Act pissed off! Uh... I just said your beret is tacky."

The black bear's expression fell. "You think it's tacky? Really?"

"No! Now quick, slap me!"

I barely felt his paw, but I flipped my head to the side and stalked out of the club in a huff, then skulked around in an alleyway puffing on a cheap cigar while I waited for Biggs to follow. He'd have to wait a few minutes for Elderbert to come talk to him, no doubt apologizing for the rude behavior I displayed and acting the proper white knight. If Biggs could get the manager wrapped around his finger, this whole caper might be easier...

Chapter 21: Biggs

"Now quick, slap me!"

I blinked at Sam's unusual request and stretched out my paw, trying to make it look like I was angry and not just confused. The large grizzly stalked off in a huff and I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. When I saw Elderbert running back over towards me, I immediately realized what Sam had done. She always was quick on her feet.

"Are you okay, Miss Ashley?" Elderbert said, huffing with the effort of jobbing across the club.

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Salmon," I said, shyly turning my head away from his concerned face. Though I appeared merely coquettish, I was trying to hide my grin. "Such a rude person."

"I'm so sorry about that. The class of clientele we used to serve was much better. Unfortunately, times are tough at the Corona Club," Elderbert said, leaning in close to me. I could smell salmon, of all things, on his breath. I lifted a paw and slid a finger down his round chest.

"I'm sure you do everything in your power to prevent those ruffians from causing trouble here," I said, laying it on extra thick, "but what can one poor, brave bear like you do when we of the fairer sex are accosted by hooligans?"

Elderbert's ego visibly inflated.

"Well, thank you, Miss Ashley," he said, preening, "I sure do appreciate those kind words."

"And I hope you'll keep those kind words in mind when you hear my audition tomorrow night, sugar," I said. I even managed to add the familiar term of endearment on the end without breaking character.

"I will, darling, I will. Now, can I buy you a drink?"

I made a show of looking for a clock. "I'm so sorry, but I must go see my grandmother today before five o'clock. She's terribly ill, you see."

I'd only dropped that little hint to get his attention, but the mention of a grandmother got his pupils to dilate.

"Is she in a private hospital for care?" he asked, putting some concern into his voice.

"Oh, of course, the finest hospital in Pine Valley!" I said, acting as though it were commonplace to spend a fortune at a hospital. The wealthier he believed my imaginary grandma to be, the bigger the imaginary inheritance he could eventually scam from me in the form of publishing deal fees, contract overruns, and any other assorted scams. Whether I could sing was besides the point, which he didn't know I knew.

We chatted for a few moments and I made sure to mention I was in the process of moving because the house I was currently staying at was part of dear grandma's estate.

By the time I left fifteen minutes later, he would have taken a bullet for me as long as I was a member of the will in good standing. His eyes creased, his jiggly belly pulled taut, and his wheezing breath only got faster and faster he imagined all those imaginary dollars.

Sam draped her arm around my shoulders as we walked down the street away from the club. The car was a few blocks away and it was a nice night out, though still chilly. I leaned against Sam and she squeezed my shoulders in close as we walked together.

"By the way," Sam said, her voice dropping low, "it's my turn with the riding crop tonight."

I grinned as her claws squeezed me again and slipped my arm around her lower back, though I couldn't reach far across her broad torso.

"Again? Wasn't it your turn last night?"

"Who's wearing the pants in this relationship, hmm?"

Chapter 22: Biggs

Emboldened by the ease with which I fooled the manager at the club the previous night, tonight I made sure I upped the ante even more.I styled my hair into short, trendy curls and then drew it back towards my neck, creating a proto-bouffant between my ears. For clothes, I wore a sparkling purple-sequin gown with a short V-neck to show off some of my chest fur. Like yesterday's outfit, the gown was fit to my rump and designed to distract from my noticeably flat chest, padded only with a bit of tissue. The dark purple gown split down one leg, allowing me to show plenty of thigh as I strolled up to the club a few minutes before my scheduled audition.

Elderbert met me at the front door, dressed in a white tux obviously meant for a male with a smaller waist than the rotund bear. I accepted his arm as he guided me towards the stage, chatting me ear off the whole while. He even asked after my grandma.

"Oh, she's improving, but it's a day to day thing," I said. "I'm going back to visit her tomorrow, in fact."

"Yes, we're all hoping she pulls through here at the Corona," Elderbert said sympathetically. "Now, for your audition, I have a few records to choose from. I'm assuming you know the standards?"

"Do you have I Left My Love in Werrald?" I asked. It was possibly the only tune I could fake my way through.

"Of course! And naturally if you're hired we'll find you a proper backing band. Unfortunately, the last house band left under... ahem, acrimonious circumstances."

"I may just prefer a phonograph," I said, pressing my claws to his arm and making his eyes go wide. "Bands are not reliable. Are you reliable, Mr. Salmon?"

The large bear grinned and nodded. "Of course, of course I am! Now, if you'll make your way onto the stage..."

The bear bustled over to the bar and I saw him fiddling with some equipment, then the lights dimmed and I stepped up to the stage. Cradling the microphone in my gloved paws, I crooned as sweetly as I could what words I remembered, making up verses here and there when I had to.

To be honest, I don't think I was half bad, and Elderbert certainly seemed impressed by the time I finished. The house lights came back up and the one or two early drinkers clapped a few times, but the large bear's enthusiasm surpassed theirs as he smacked his paws together while walking towards the stage.

"Wonderful! Excellent! A natural!" he said. "You'll draw them in by the thousands!"

I smiled and looked at the floor, feigning shyness. I may have been decent, at best, but the old round bear's flattery wouldn't be working on me.

"I want to hire you right away and sign you to a contract," Elderbert said. "Why don't you come with me to my office and we'll draw up the papers right away!"

"Oh, Mr. Salmon, that's wonderful news!" I said. "Thank you so much!"

His paw rested on my hips as we walked, but I didn't try to pull away even when his claws pressed around the top of my short tail.

"Mr. Salmon!" I said, feigning surprise, then giggles as he led me into his office.

"Now, why don't you have a seat, Mr. Biggs."

Uh-oh.

"I'm sure I don't-"

Something swung at my head, connected, and everything went black.

Chapter 22: Sam

I arrived at the club a few minutes early wearing different clothes than the last time. Hopefully Elderbert wouldn't remember me if he happened to see me. The club was sparsely populated, fewer people than I would have liked to make blending in easier.

When the appointed showtime came and went with no action on the stage, I signaled the bartender.

"Hey, Mack," I said, pointing at the empty front of the club, "Where's the music?"

The bartender just shrugged and walked away. I leaned over my drink, keeping my head as low as I could as I tried to keep an eye out.

"Excuse me," someone said behind me. I turned halfway in time to see a huge paw barreling towards my head. Leaning to the side, I felt the rush of breeze as the huge claws barely missed my cheek. The bear behind me stumbled forward and I smoothly stepped off my stool, grabbed the back of his head in my paw, and slammed him nose-first into the bar. He hit the floor and didn't get up - out cold.

"Well, boys," I said, loosening my tie and pulling the blue and gold length off before draping it on the bar, "seems like this is a little unfair."

I loosened the color of my shirt next and rolled up my sleeves, taking my time as six large bouncer-types circled around me. The bear I knocked out by smacking him face-first into the marble top let out a moan as I stepped on his stomach to walk into the center of the semicircle.

"After all, there's only six of you."

The first one I bent down and grabbed him by the crotch, then pushed with my arm and straightened my legs. The six-foot brown bear sailed through the air and landed on a table on his backside, splintering the wood and breaking two of the chairs. He rolled onto his side, grasping at his crotch, as the remaining five thugs eyed me with a little more caution now.

I grinned and rubbed my nose with the back of my paw before lifting both hands into a fighting posture.

"Now it's even more unfair."

Chapter 23: Biggs

"Hey. Hey, wake up. Wake up!"

Small fingers poked at my face and I shook my head, groaning. My skull ached, but my paw at least came away unbloodied. I looked up and saw a small sun bear kneeling over me. She was maybe in her early 20s at the most and wore a frightened expression.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"I'm... ouch... I'm a private detective. The name is Biggs. Ash Biggs."

"I'm Lucy. Lucy Givens. I'm a singer."

"Oh, so I did find you," I said, struggling to my feet through a wave of nausea. "I knew my methods were foolproof."

"But is your head blackjack-proof?" she asked pulling my ear so she could examine where they hit me.

"Okay, enough, I'm fine," I said, batting away her fingers. "Where are we?"

"Underneath the walk-in freezer."

"A-ha! I knew it!"

"You know a lot for someone who got knocked out."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I know."

I ignored her irate look and went around the small, damp room. The floor was bare earth and the walls looked like the foundations of the building. This was obviously a very secret and illegal little room not planned or permitted in any way. That didn't help me now, but it did give me a clue that there was likely only one exit in the room - straight through the freezer, which would, of course, be locked.

"How often does Elderbert come down here?"

"He doesn't. They always take me to him when he tries to get me to sign his horrible contract."

"How often?"

"Maybe every day, every other day. It's hard to keep track of time down here, you know."

"You've been here three days?"

"It feels longer."

In the dark, I couldn't see much, so I felt with my claws instead. Just dirt, foundation walls, and more dirt. And with as soggy and damp as the dirt was, I wouldn't trust it to build a tunnel out - not that we'd have remotely near enough time to dig out of the cellar.

The trap door suddenly clanked open and a large polar bear glared down at us. I recognized him right away - the bartender.

"You two - out. Let's go," he said, brandishing a pistol at me.

"Easy, no trouble," I said, keeping an eye on the barrel of the gun. The short polar bear marched us through the freezer and down the hallway, avoiding the club area altogether. He took us up a flight of stairs, then into an office.

Elderbert lay back on a couch, legs spread, smiling at me as we entered.

"Ah, Detective," he said. "Your story about your grandmother was too good to believe. Next time, quit while you're ahead. It's very easy to make a phone call to a hospital to confirm if a patient is there."

"To be blunt, Mr. Salmon, I assumed you weren't that smart."

The large bear grinned. "I am often underestimated. Just like when Lucy turned me down and expected no repercussions."

"Kidnapping and assault?" Lucy demanded, stepping forward. "I ought to break your neck, you-"

Salmon simply pulled his paw from beneath his heavy belly and brandished a pistol.

"Be nice, now. Have a seat, both of you."

He gestured at the sofa in front of him, on the other side of a small coffee table, waited for us to sit before continuing.

"You know, I was going to let Lucy go eventually if she didn't sign. Keeping her in my little dungeon was just motivation," he said. "I'm really not such a bad guy. I'm just trying to keep my club open. Think of all the people whose jobs depend on this place."

"You can't even afford a band," Lucy shot back. I tapped her arm, not wanting her to anger the bear with the gun, but she ignored me. "You're a lousy businessman and a fraudster. I could run this place myself and turn it around in a month. You'll be lucky if the lights stay on a week!"

"Enough!" Elderbert slammed his fist on the table and Lucy fell back into the couch as the barrel of the gun moved towards her. "I was going to let you both go, in fact, and assume we'd none of us go to the police about any of this. But, Miss Givens, you just had to go and run your mouth."

Elderbert leaned over and picked through the items laying on the coffee table between us - the contents of my small clutch. He knocked away the paper and pencil as well as the handkerchief, and picked up the two small metal cigar tubes and matches.

"Don't recognize the brand," he said, turning to me. "Any good?"

I shrugged and he opened the tins. I cringed a little. Those were the last two cigars from the blue box that I found at the Noblewood's house a few weeks back and I meant for Sam and I to enjoy them together when we wrapped up this case. Instead, they were going to go to waste on this kidnapper.

The bear stuck one between his teeth and bit off a chunk of the end, then popped it between his lips and tossed the other cigar to Lucy, who caught it in both paws with some distaste.

"Consider this my going away present," Elderbert growled. "If I can't have your pretty voice, nobody can. Now light it."

Lucy held the cigar between her thumb and forefinger with some distaste while Elderbert struck a match and puffed on his. Seeing she wasn't moving very fast, he trained the gun on her and shook it. Not wanting trouble, I leaned forward and picked up the matches.

"Don't inhale," I murmured.

Lucy nodded, her face grim at the prospect of smoking such a powerful cigar. Already the aroma of the one lit between Elderbert's fingers sent up plumes of rich vapor that quickly filled the room. When Lucy puffed gently on hers, adding to the volume of smoke, it was hard to see across the coffee table through the haze.

"Pull harder!" Elderbert said, blowing smoke towards us. "Suck it into your lungs! Ha! Nobody will want someone with a ruined voice! And if one cigar doesn't do the trick, I've got a whole humidor of fresh boxes just down the hall."

Lucy coughed hard, hacking as tears streamed down her eyes. Elderbert kept the gun on her as she inhaled deep, pulling the smoke into her lungs with each breath, doing as the large bear demanded despite the scratchiness of her throat.

"That's... that's it... that's... what... I..."

Elderbert's voice trailed off and the barrel of the gun dipped. Seeing the chance as he was distracted by the other barrel in his paw, I leapt forward and swiped the pistol out of his relaxed fingers, then tossed it across the room. Turning to Lucy, I grabbed at her shoulder.

"Let's go! While he's distracted!"

The small sun bear turned towards me and shook her head, a sudden confidence filling her voice, which crackled through the room, deep and husky as always.

"No, I think I'm going to stay. Elderbert hasn't treated the Corona Club with the respect it deserves," she said, getting to her feet. On the other side of the coffee table, the rotund bear let out a moan and leaned back. His round stomach shrunk a little - or had it? No, it was always a cute little potbelly. And his hips had always been wide and plush, a lot like mine. Hadn't they?

The confusion vanished when Lucy stood up. The tall and muscular sun bear grinned down at Elderbert before kicking the coffee table out of the way.

"You've been naughty, Elderbert," she growled. "Kidnapping? Extortion? That's no way to run a nightclub, not when you can provide people good music and drink and make an honest living."

"Y... yes, ma'am," the small, round bear on the couch whispered, eyes wide as the tall sun bear leaned over him. Her claws sunk into the hair on the back of his head as she pressed her hips forward, sliding the gratuitous bulge in her tight dress along the plump bear's large belly.

"Good boy," Lucy said, her deep voice echoing in the office. "I like my assistant managers to know their place."

The round ball of bear flesh grunted as Lucy pulled him from the couch and roughly deposited him on the floor. Spreading her legs, she stood behind his big, upturned bottom and smacked a paw across the large cheeks, sending them jiggling as his broad stomach flattened to the floor.

The large sun bear grinned as her lush, light gray fur splayed against the fabric of her dress. It was far too small for her and squeezed around her round breasts, cutting into her pelt until she grunted and simply pulled the dress from her body in one chunk of fabric, ripping the seams with an easy tug of her powerful triceps. She grinned at me, catching me staring at her large breasts and thick sheath, not to mention the low-hanging set of round, fur-covered orbs hanging down over her thighs. She was big, but not quite as big as Sam.

"How about it, Mr. Biggs? Want to help me ensure Elderbert doesn't misbehave anymore in the future?"

Chapter 23: Sam

Only two bouncers remained. I breathed heavily, panting. My shoulder was sore where one of them managed to get a good bite in, but they did only superficial damage thanks to my deep pelt. And anyways, the two of them were in worse shape: the grizzly on the left had a broken fang and a limp, while the panda on the right winced every time he took a breath thanks to a good shot to his chest before.

The two bouncers glanced at each other, then at me. I could see their muscles tense. Time slowed. They rushed forward simultaneously. I didn't think - there was no time to think in the extended moment. I ran towards them, the last thing they may have expected, and thanks to being a good foot taller than the grizzly and a foot and a half over the panda, my long reach allowed me to hit first.

My claws pinched, snagging them both by their nostrils and leaving them hanging, toes stretching to touch the floor to support themselves as I raised my arms up.

"You two couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag," I said, shaking my head as the panda squealed. Bear noses, I was quickly learning, could bring even the biggest, baddest tough guy to his knees if you knew where to grab it.

I brought my arms together, knocking the grizzly and panda heads together before dropping them in a heap on the floor. The grizzly sprawled out, dazed, but the panda had a harder head and crawled towards the exit. I ignored them and headed for the back hallway. The door to the walk-in freezer was open and unlocked, with no sign of Biggs or the singer. I checked the kitchen, but it was also empty.

As I climbed the stairs, a short polar bear with a pistol stepped out, leveling his gun at me.

"Just hold it right there," he said, "while the boss has a little discussion with your friend."

I raised my paws and smiled, though I could barely see through my squinting eyes. My blood boiled as I took a step closer and an ugly snarl echoed through my false grin. The polar bear's eyes widened and his hand shook.

"Stop! Stay back! I'll shoot!" he said, pleading.

I let my jaw drop open and some saliva to roll over my lower lip as I snarled again, deep and harsh as I could make it.

The polar bear dropped the gun, screaming, turned, and ran face first into the wall, knocking himself unconscious.

Immediately I straightened up, dropped the growl and sauntered towards the back office. As soon as I climbed the stairs, I could smell the cigar smoke, and where there was smoke, I could usually find fire.

Though I wasn't expecting the kind of fire I saw when I opened the door. A billowing plume of thick, pungent cigar smoke rushed past my head, warm and familiar to the senses. Through the smoke, I saw figures in the center of the room.

Biggs, of course, attracted my attention first, but my big-hipped black bear was grinning and panting, having the time of his life pumping his hips against the sloppy muzzle of a curiously small version of Elderbert. The fat little bear's legs could barely reach the ground past his belly as my Biggs pumped forward on one side and a huge, muscular, well-hung sun bear took care of the other. I had to assume this was the missing singer, and that somehow she and Elderbert had a cigar. Was Biggs carrying them around in his clutch?

My eyes followed the sun bear's gray-furred hips for a few moments, eyes widening as she sawed her thick staff deep into the gasping, wriggling, jiggling ball of bear flesh on the floor between the other two.

"Oh, hey, Sam," Biggs said, noticing his partner in the doorway. "Wanna join in?"

The muscular sun bear grinned at Sam and grunted as she pumped her hips harder, flexing and bulging, showing off for me. I felt my sheath stir as I inhaled the pungent aroma of the dark brown cigars and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

"I assume the club is under new management?" I asked.

"You're looking at it," Lucy said, her voice a husky, crackling growl.

"In that case, I hope you don't mind that I just laid out your entire bar staff."

"Former bar staff," the sun bear said, smile growing. "You wouldn't want to work a few shifts now and again as a bouncer, would you?"

I glanced at Biggs, who grinned and winked, obviously thinking the same thing I was: I'd be doing less bouncing of people and more bouncing of or on the muscular sun bear's gray pelt.

As the smoke expanded to re-fill the room, replacing what escaped when I opened the door, I inhaled deeply and slid in behind Biggs, claws teasing down his sides and interrupting his steady rhythm. The round bear between Biggs and Lucy moaned as his small maleness throbbed, spurting onto the floor. Lucy growled and grabbed his tail around the base, hiking his hips up so she could drive her stalk deeper and harder.

"Be careful not ruin my little assistant manager's throat," Lucy said, her voice a rough growl. "I'm going to be spending a lot of time making sure he's warmed up and ready to perform on a nightly basis. Isn't that right, Elderbert?"

I grinned as I positioned Biggs in front of me and stretched his rump open with a practiced ease. He shuddered and moaned as I filled him, pushing in deep until he was squirming back against my hips and moaning for more. Firmly planted deep in my cute, plush-rumped black bear, I pulled his thighs back with my claws, dimpling his velveteen pelt and forcing my length to remain deep inside. Each push and thrust of my hips forced Biggs's length into the moaning Elderbert's muzzle. Drool and pre-cum rolled over the thick bear's lips as he closed his eyes, squirming and moaning from the attentions of the cigar-sucking sun bear at his other end.

I didn't last long, like always. Biggs is just too tight. He's the perfect fit for my thickness. The way he ripples just makes me wanna... nnnggg... I can't help but dig my claws in and shove my muzzle down against his neck, making him squirm as I empty myself inside, too eager by half as his body slides up and down my pole, over and over, milking my length with his rippling inner walls.

He pops off a little while after me, fortunately, and from his eager gasp, I'm guessing it felt just as good as mine. The small, round bear's muzzle fills as he tries to swallow what he can, but my little black bear is quite the productive one. Elderbert's eyes close as thick seed drips from his lips. Biggs grunted and leaned back into me as I shift my hips, working the length piercing his hips side to side inside him, which gets another cute moan out of his lips.

Lucy, unlike me and Biggs, isn't ready to stop. Her heavy thrusts pump deep, jiggling Elderbert's entire rotund torso and sending waves of jiggling tush-meat with every solid hit of her broad thighs to his backside. His body lurches forward each time she drives un, making him gasp and moan and wriggle all the harder.

Biggs leaned back into me again, shuddering as I slowly dragged my claws across chest. We both watched, fascinated, as Elderbert's jelly-like body wiggled and danced on the floor; the muscular sun bear flexed and growled as she pushed deep, held herself there, all while her large paws sink into the moaning bear's hips up to her wrists, fingers completely disappearing in the fluffy rump flesh.

"How's this for a contract signing, Elderbert?"

Lucy's jaw clenched as she shoved forward, her thrust lifting Elderbert's hips off the floor entirely, followed by an audible splurt deep inside the squealing bear. His high pitched gasps and moans made the sun bear smile as she leaned in, trying to keep her thickness plunged tight and deep, keeping as much of her thick seed inside his plump, fat rump as she could.

"Nnnggg... that's a good assistant manager," Lucy grunted, clenching at his thick rump again. "Four or five of those a day and I'll be well satisfied."

Elderbert groaned. Biggs's eyebrows perked. And Sam just nodded, a smile crossing her long muzzle.

Chapter 24: Biggs

I slid my bare foot across Sam's shin and smiled at her innocently over the table, resting my chin on the back of my folded paws. Behind me, on the stage, the gorgeous sun bear and new club owner belted out a husky, earthy rendition of some swing standards to a full, appreciative crowd. Even the band members appeared chastened in the presence of the large, muscular ursine. Certainly the assistant manager scurrying around cleaning up after patrons and delivering drinks kept glancing up, an eager-to-please expression on his muzzle as his short legs carried his round little body from table to table. Being so short, his ears barely came up to the countertop of the bar, so he often clambered onto a chair to pick up a drink order.

The drinks for Sam and I were free tonight, and I signaled Elderbert for another as my short toe-claws tugged the leg of Sam's pants up, revealing a bit of the fur underneath for my bare toes to splay into. I smirked across the table as she stared placidly at the singer, engrossed in the performance and barely aware of my teasing toes. Humph.

A moment later, once the ball of heel slid snugly against Sam's large masculine bulge, her eyes darted over to mine. I squeezed my toes, kneading the tip of her sheath until her muzzle opened and a little gasp emerged, inaudible beyond our table.

One of her paws reached down and grasped my ankle, pushing my leg off her chair as the sun bear finished her song. Like the rest of the crowd, I stood along with Sam and applauded, though of course my attention was focused more firmly on the firmness in Sam's trousers.

When the next song started, we took our seats. I was ready to resume my teasing ways, but Sam leaned over and asked me a question I wasn't expecting:

"What are we doing for the Snap this year?"

The Snap. Because of how Ur travels around the Sun, the whole planet is partially tide-locked. Tens of thousands of square miles of shallow ocean act as a heat and cold regulator, but at the outer stretch of the yearly rotation around the sun, any place north of the equator - like Pine Valley-Rockfish, located on the southern coast of Werrald - freezes over almost completely solid for six weeks. Businesses shut down as well as most non-essential services. The most important buildings are located underground, where heat can be regulated more efficiently. Underground houses are extraordinarily expensive due to the cost and demand.

Last year, I spent the Snap alone in my apartment, zonked out and stuffed full of food, but this year, I fully intended to spend it snuggled in with Sam for six long, lovely weeks.

I told her as much, but she shook her head.

"I have a better idea..."