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Chi-cling. The bells on the wrought-iron door cried when they were swung open. The large paw of the grizzly bear passing through it scrapped gently on the metal as he entered. This same dark alley, connecting to the same dark door, painted that same dark green. He never knew its name anyways, to him it was just "the place down the road." An adage which, until a few years ago, was true. Now it was a long 45-minute drive across the city to this same dark alley. It was worth it, the people liked him here. Kind of. Tolerated him here. Mostly. The calm music of this place, the choice was always obscure. The bear thought it was on purpose to keep the patrons less rowdy. The small radio that provided the soundtrack was in the corner across a dark mahogany bar. It's exposed side not entirely filled with patrons, here to suckle the alcoholic teet. Just like he was. Taking his place among the piglets towards the far end. "A rum and coke, when you get a chance." Raising his paw slightly, just enough to get the attention of the nonchalant barkeep. "No problem big guy." Stating the intention of performing the duty but, not actually moving to do the duty. Sighing to himself, the bear swivels around on the stool to gaze out at the other patrons of the place down the road. The faces and bodies of everyone, each obscured by a mask. Each of something different, each professing the intention of their visit to this place of ritual today. The bear could see them all, lust, pride, gluttony, and envy. Not that it mattered, his own mask being of a lusty bear. The slight whine and thump of the glass being put on the bar behind him made him spin around. "Now to just wait." He muttered to himself. He planned his attack. The trap was set and he just needed to wait for it to be sprung.

Four and a half rum and cokes later the bear continued to watch the patrons and their masks. Finding some comfort that his intentions for this evening were not solely his. A loose connection of lusty masks each stalking their own prey, whatever and whoever that prey maybe. Then the bear's eyes locked with another mask on this web. Artfully carved horns adorned this one, twisting down from the heavens connected to a stag of some kind. His mask also depicts lust. "You." whispering to himself. The slightly drunken state betraying his carefully laid plans, his eye shifts to the back door then back at the stag. Eyes still locked on his. Turning around the bear knew everything was in motion now. The radio at the far end of the bar brought a song to an end and stayed silent for a moment longer than usual. The light clopping sounds of the stag's hooves echoed in the now quiet place. Setting the beat for the next song that seems to play in time with the steps. The bear traces them in his head and smirks. The large sharp fangs of the bear glisten in the red lambs over the bars making them look soaked in blood. Unlike the stag's distinct clopping sound. The bear's, like any good predator, has mostly silent steps. The only sound that came from the soles of his shoe clad footpaws, was the wood underneath him. Not that it mattered. The act of hunting no matter how arbitrary was required for the ritual. What was the point without it? It was just... cruel. His prey was to be taken seriously no matter how doomed they already were. The back door was light for the bear. Stepping through the stag was leaning with his shoulder against the brick, his hooves crossed. It was almost like he was posing for the bear. Take me. The bear heard him say. His mouth didn't move to say it. It was too busy sucking in the smoke of a cigarette, but the bear heard it. "I will." The bear said as he straightened himself in the second alley behind the bar. The bear knew the deer would sense him coming. He lasted his long for a reason until now he was the champion of his own tale. The light at the end of the cigarette smoldered back to life, giving another rich nicotine hit to the consumer. His ear twitched to the thud of the closing door behind him. In one smooth motion, a slight twist of the neck, and a small flick of the eyes, and the deer knew exactly what was behind him. Choosing not to flee. A mistake. The bear reached out for the stags white fur. Gently pulling him into his chest from behind. A giant in comparison to the deer that didn't stop the struggle. Shrieks are silenced and limped restrained. "You'll enjoy this, little one. I promise you." The deer's spine convoluted as the bear's words dripped into his pointed ears. The bear's paws loosen around his waist, going lower to the end of his shirt. The same chalk-white as his fur, making him look bare-chested. He could feel the muscle under his skin. Each flexing away from his touch, but never escaping it. Pulling it up to his neck and over his horns. He didn't need it anymore. Throwing it near the open dumpster 3 meters behind them. Pulling the buttons off the deer's pants one by one the bear strips the prey. Tossing each article over in the same spot in turn. Naked in the alley the prey whimpers underneath him. His lower back feeling the stiffness against his spine the deer knew what was coming. He wanted it even if he would never admit it. All prey wants to be taken, it was his purpose. Pushing him forward onto the ground, the bear rapidly undid himself revealing his own pleasure. Already hard and dripping at the sight of his prey before him. Snapping his fingers at the deer. Slowly turning around and grasping at the thick meat. "At a boy." The bear groaned as he left the small lips to curl around his cock head. Tasting the juice he made for this stag. Letting the deer get him wet enough for the next part. Holding the antler gently he bears made sure the last small bit of his length was sunk into the stag. On his knees in this dark alley. The normally brilliant white dulled by the dirt and grime on him. Pulling out of the sweet throat, stepping over the gasping preying. Letting his impressive balls shamelessly slap and then swipe over the deer's face as he stepped over. The deer was lighter than the bear thought as he lifted him with both hands. Turning into the wall so the deer was between the cold hard bricks and the warm hard bear. Already feeling the light pressure on his hole the deer brace himself for what was to come. Shifting himself until his arms were under the deer's arms, wrapped up his chest. Stuffing a handful of clawed fingers into his mouth. Bringing one of the deer soaked paws onto the deer's small cock. A shifted moan escapes from between the beers slick fingers at the entry to his throat. A small rotation of the bear's pelvis got another moan. And another. The deer's ring opened for the bear and stayed open as his large cock pushed through his insides. Each push sends a small shiver and an even smaller moan. The deer had stopped gently sucking on the bear's claws and now just drools onto them. Eyes glazed over in a state between bliss and unconsciousness. Every so often the bear takes his finger out from the deer's throat and gently rubs the deer's muzzle. His fur matted down against his skin. Grunting into the wall, the black-brown fur of the bear nearly entirely covering up the dull white of the deer. His ass speared with a thick bear cock. Warm rushes of air from the bear's nose increase as the last pace was set. Rapidly thrusting into the prey's lose hole. "Wake up, little one, we're almost done." The bear announced as he shifted his grip for the last time. His two wet paws pulled up under the deer's arms and around his head. Nearly large enough to cover his entire skull the deer's cum and the deer's spit added another layer of liquid to his matted fur. Pulling down with all this strength the bear pushed in his entire thick cock into the deer's ass. Slowly filling him with thick cum, spurting each shot deep inside him. Pulling him off and letting the deer slump onto the ground. Take me. The bear turned around, mid zipping his pants and walking back inside. He wanted more. Staring at the cum covered deer, he knew what he wanted from the bear. Unzipping his pants and turning around, the bear made his way back to the deer. Grabbing a hold of the hooves and bringing them to his cock's head. Slowly pushing them inside the ultra-sensitive flesh. Assuming a predatory crouch over his prey he let his muscles work over the deer. The cockhead pulling up his legs into the cock. Wrapping around the tight muscles of the deer. Up to his neck with little resistance. Turns out the deer didn't wake up when the bear told him too. Little matter, this prey was a champion in his tale but, not this one. At last, the bar the bear was dreading, the antlers. Luckily they were small enough to not have to be broken off. But they would send shivers down his cock making him want to cum the deer back out and start again. Grinding his teeth and grabbing his cock, he stood up and admired the form inside him. The deer outlined inside his cock flesh. Slowly being taken to his balls. Slowly expanding as more and more is stuffed inside them. Letting go and letting the deer stuffed cock fall slightly. He would naturally take the deer and didn't need to rush it. He wouldn't take long anyway. Turning to the dumpster, the deer was still mostly in his cock. Upon arrival, the deer was almost churning inside his nuts. On top, there was a trash bag with a few dozen flies around it. That would do. Grabbing the top, and digging the knot, the deer was mostly cum. The shape of his balls under him slowly returned to normal testicles. Spreading the remains of food and other general offal into the dumpster the bear took the bag to the piles of clothes next to it. Stuffing the articles inside one by one. When he was finished the deer was bear cum. Grabbing himself and stroking ever so gently. No predator lasted long draining prey filled balls, it was a blessing for clothing. Bringing himself to climax inside the trash bag. The brilliant white cum slowly filled the bag. Soaking through the clothes inside until they were submerged in it. The bear grunted with each thick shot of cum. Finishing with the last push from his hand, getting a few last glops of cum dripping his cock head. Tying the bag shut again, he gently lifted it and set it down in a corner of the dumpster. The bear didn't want it to spill over too soon. Once it was snug in the corner. Taking the time to stab the trash bag on the side, making sure that just a small trickle of bear cum came out and leaked into the dumpster. The bear pulled out his phone and took a picture. Turning out to the street behind the bar, the bear tapped on his phone. Tweeting a picture of the trash bag full of cum. I keep um leaking all night long. haha.