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The Cabin

Without warning the door to the small cabin crashed open loudly. Mandy had locked the door after the last time she used it, but it hadn't been enough. Whoever he was, he was a brute. Huge and powerful. He ducked through the low doorway and entered without a word. The wind and snow and darkness clamoring behind him, trying to suck out the little bit of heat Mandy had managed to goad the small stove into providing.

He was heavily bundled against the winter. Only his nose and eyes visible under his hood. They were hard eyes. Vicious eyes. The eyes of a killer. They were tired as well. Exhausted from trudging through the deep snow. They spied the young feline crouched on the far side of the tiny cabin. Mandy had nowhere to flee to. There was no back door, and a snowdrift had sealed the shutters of the window firmly closed. She held a bundle in her arms. A makeshift sling kept it close to her body. A tiny kit in the bundle squirmed, fussed and coughed.

The intruder didn't say a word. He shoved the door closed, shutting out the encroaching winter night. The latch was now broken, but the door was so warped from the cold and damp that it was a struggle to open and close regardless. He dropped his knapsack at the door. He leaned his flintlock rifle on the wall and flipped back his hood, scattering snow that clung to it onto the floor.

He was an ursine. A big brown one. Mandy had only seen one other bear in her life. In a small village her family had traveled through to get to the frontier there was a place with females of ill repute. One of them had been a large, rotund bear wearing strange and revealing clothing. She had been sweeping the front stoop. The bear offered a friendly wave to the family as they rode by on their wagon. Mandy had waved back, earning a scolding from her mother for doing so. As huge as the female strumpet had been, the male in her cabin was much larger.

He stalked through the cabin in a hunched over position to avoid the cross beams that held up the roof. The same beams that Mandy had to jump to touch. The bear plucked off his mittens and dumped them onto the table as he passed it. At first the young feline thought the bear was coming for her, but he instead went to the stove. She had a pot boiling on the stove. What she was making could only be called "soup" by the most generous definition of the word. She had already made several batches of soup from the bones that were boiling in it, now she was just cooking down the bones until they were also edible. Trying to get the last traces of nourishment from them. Once that was gone there would be no food at all in the cabin. It smelled atrocious, but the bear didn't turn his nose up at the feeble fare. He picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"Could use some salt." He said. He had a deep voice. No doubt hoarse from breathing the dry, frigid air, but beyond that, powerful and commanding.

Mandy didn't answer. She didn't have any salt left, there was almost nothing left. Her father had left for town five weeks ago for provisions to get through the winter and had never returned. The snow had come much earlier than they had expected. She didn't know if her father was dead or just stranded somewhere.

"There's salt in my pack." The bear said as he stirred the pot. He turned and looked at her. He had a burrowing gaze. "If you would, please?"

Mandy edged her way around him and toward the door. His pack was sitting right in front of it. She could easily just toss it aside and flee outside. But where would she go? Ever since it started snowing she hadn't gone any further than the privy. The snow was so deep she could barely move through it. She couldn't even get out and find more firewood. She stroked the little cub strapped to her chest on the head. Joshua was sick. The cold would kill him in no time. Not to mention she's not dressed for this weather. As much as the thought terrified her she was stuck in the cabin with him.

His pack was light, most of the privations having already been used. There was no food in it. Just some clothes and a few wrapped packs. One of them was hard and she knew it was what she was looking for. A brick of salt wrapped in cloth. She had run out of salt a week ago and was missing it desperately. She salivated just from the thought of it.

She looked up. What a fool! His rifle was right there! After taking care that Joshua was secure in the sling, Mandy snatched up the weapon, turned toward the intruder, and raised the rife to her shoulder. This rifle was much larger than any other she had ever held, but she did know how to use them. At this range she couldn't possibly miss. She thumbed back the hammer. The weapon made a loud "ka-klick".

The bear cocked his head to the noise and turned toward her. He looked puzzled. "What are you doing, pup?" He asked.

"Get the hell out of here!" Mandy demanded. "If you don't, I swear I'll shoot you dead!"

"That's not going to happen." The bear growled as he stepped toward her. "If I go back out there I'll die. What's more, if I go out there, you'll die."

"I'll take my chances!"

"Winter hasn't even started yet and you're already eating bones and you have barely enough firewood to last the week!" The bear yelled at her.

"Just get the hell out!" She screamed at him. Joshua started to cry and struggle and Mandy put a paw on him to steady the kit. When she did, the rifle's barrel dipped down. The bear moved in on her.

Mandy quickly raised the rifle and pulled the trigger. There was a shower of sparks from the flint meeting steel, but nothing else. The bear raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head, then snatched the weapon away from her.

"It's not loaded." He told her with a sigh. "I'm all out of powder." He stuck the rifle back against the wall. He moved toward her and Mandy sealed herself for the strike, but he didn't hit her. Instead he scooped up the salt pack off the ground. He was so close she could feel the body heat coming off of him. The heavy stench of his musk assaulted her nostrils. He turned and took the salt back to the stove.

He broke off some of the hardened block of salt and dumped it in the pot. He stirred it for a minute before tasting it again. Satisfied it took the pot off the stove and sat down with it at the table. The chair groaned desperately under his weight. He dumped a portion of it into a bowl and slid it across the table toward Mandy.

"Eat." He told her. He didn't bother with a bowl for himself. He simply ate directly from the pot. Slurping noisily as he did so.

Mandy was hungry, famished, in fact. She sat down across from the giant brute and picked up a spoon. She scooped up a bit of the broth. Her paw was shaking so much she could barely keep it from spilling out of the spoon's bowl. She was having supper with a fur she had just tried to murder. She managed a sip of the soup. It was salty. Too salty, but that was just fine. She hadn't had much salt lately.

"I found a grave-site nearby." The bear said, apparently attempting to make small talk. "That's how I found your place. Your father?"

"My mother." Mandy corrected.

"Sorry to hear that." The bear offered without sounding particularly sympathetic.

"My father went to collect firewood. He should be back soon."

"You're a terrible liar." The bear accused. "I'm guessing he went to town and got stuck by the snow. Leaving you all alone with your cub."

"He's not mine." Mandy told him. "He's my brother. And my father will be back soon."

"If he tries to come back he'll die." The bear said flatly. "There's no way in or out of this valley until spring. Believe me, I tried."

Mandy took another sip of the soup. She swished it around in her mouth until it cooled sufficiently. She put her nose up to her brother's mouth, encouraging him to lap at it, then she dribbled what she could into his mouth. He coughed and spit most of it out, but did drink some of it.

"Is that how you're feeding him?" The bear asked.

"It's the best I can do." She said. "We had a goat for milk, but it ran off during one of the snow storms. Probably froze to death."

The bear finished his soup and started munching on the bones for whatever sustenance they could provide. There wasn't much, but occasionally a bit of marrow would be available. He watched the young female feed herself and then her sibling. A very laborious process.

"Unless I miss my guess, you're a lynx." The bear noted. "You're a long ways away from your homeland, aren't you?"

"We left home almost three years ago." She said, suddenly feeling very nostalgic for the fields in which she grew up. "Father told us everything would be easier here. That we could just leave the collectors behind and start again." The little feline looked anguished. "My sister, she died of dysentery on the ship. They just dumped her body over the side like it was garbage. When we got to port the first fur we met made off with half of our luggage and all of our money. Here we were, no friends or family on the entire continent, and we were already in a bad spot. Father found more lenders, of course. He thought he could borrow and run like he did before, but they knew that trick. Father managed to hide me but they took Mother away for a long time. When she came back they said our loan was settled."

"My mother..." Mandy started to choke on her words, but regained her composure. She didn't know why she was telling the stranger this story, but she continued anyway. "My mother had always been a strong and proud female. When she returned it was like they had taken her soul. She was weak, sickly, and pregnant. She didn't want to go on, she wanted to stay in the east and make do there. Father was insistent that we push west. He had this deed to a small patch of paradise and by God we were going to make it there or die trying."

"You saw where my mother is." Mandy said. "I don't know where my father is. Little Josh is sick. I don't have anything to feed him. I don't have any medicine. It's like this land wants to kill us."

The bear spit a splint of bone into the empty pot. It rang hollowly in the chilly air of the cabin. The candlelight flickered and danced shadows on the drafty walls. It was almost like a crypt. A foreboding, horrible place she would not be able to leave until the snow melted. It was almost a comfort to know she'll probably die before that happens.

"You're going to rape me, aren't you?" The feline asked bluntly.

The bear offered an apologetic grin. "I'd rather it didn't come to that." He said. "I prefer a female that is forthcoming. Either way I reckon I'll get what I want. It's been six months since I've been with a female and ten times that since I bedded one as fair as you."

Mandy nodded. "At least you're honest, for a scoundrel."

The bear stood up and walked around the table. The little lynx stiffened when he set one of his huge paws on her shoulder. She was steeling herself for what was about to happen. That heavy, hot smell of him washed over her.

"How long has he been ill?" The giant asked her.

"W-what?" She asked.

"Your brother." The bear clarified as he reached around her and put the pad of this thumb on the kit's forehead, who cried and fussed in response. "How long has he had this fever?"

"Four... five days at the most." She answered.

The bear put a paw on the side of her face. "You're warm too." He said. "You shouldn't be sharing food with him. Is your head hurting you?"

"Yes." She told him.

The bear went into his pack again, finding another cloth wrapped object. He unrolled it. There were several strange items inside of it. Some of them looked like talismans for performing the native's pagan rituals, other things just looked like bundles of random sticks, twigs and leaves. He picked up one of these bundles.

"Is that medicine?" Mandy asked, sounding hopeful.

"Yeah." He said. "The locals call it The Great Magic."

Mandy was doubtful of any type of native cure, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. Something had to be better than nothing. The bear went back to the stove, opened it up and stoked up the fire with several fresh logs. He found a tin cup and stuffed the bundle of "Great Magic" into it. He poured water on top of it and set the cup on the stove to heat up.

The bear sat back down into one of the two chairs in the room. He went through the pockets of his coat until finding his poke. He pulled it out and went through the painstaking process of making a cigarette. He lit it with the flame of one of the candles and took a long draw before blowing the smoke up towards the rafters. He offered it to Mandy who shook her head. The bear leaned back in the chair.

"This land..." He started. "This land doesn't want to kill you. It wants to push you. It wants to ride you and chew you up. It wants to kick you, claw you, and spit on you. It wants to bloody your nose and knock out your teeth. It wants to rub dirt in your wounds and rip out your fur. Just when you think you have it figured out, it kicks you right in the bollocks."

"Why?" Mandy asked.

"To test you, of course." The bear told her. "To see if you're worthy of it."

"And you are worthy?"

The bear laughed. "Not hardly! I've been out here for going on fifteen years and it caught me with my pants down again. Out of food, out of powder, and wandering around in a blizzard." He looked at her with an unsettling glint in his eye. "Still, could have turned out worse."

The tin cup started to steam on the stove. An aroma began to fill the room. Not entirely unpleasant. Mandy started wishing it had smelled bad as the scent made her stomach grumble. It reminded her how this fat intruder had eaten all their food. Now he's sitting here and undressing her with his eyes. The nerve!

The bear butted out the cigarette on the hard packed dirt floor before standing up to check on the medicine. He picked up the cup carefully. It was hot, but not quite too hot to hold with his bare paws. He swished around the bundle of sticks and herbs before pulling them out of the cup. He shook it off a bit before setting it on the table to dry. He sniffed the cup to test it. Then took a sip and grimaced at the flavor before gulping down about half the concoction.

"It's a little weak," he admitted, "but you're both very small. This should be enough." He handed the cup to Mandy.

She looked at the stuff swirling in the cup. It was a yellow tea with a lot of debris floating around in it. It looked disgusting.

"Don't do that thing where you spit it in his mouth." He advised her. "Just dab some on your finger and give it to him that way."

"How much do I give him?" She wondered.

The bear shrugged. "Six or seven dabs?" He suggested. "He won't like it but make sure he drinks it."

"This will cure him?" She asked.

"No, it'll just help his fever and let him rest." The bear admitted. "Time will cure him."

Mandy dabbed a bit on her finger, tasting it herself before giving it to her brother. It was horribly bitter. It tasted like dirt and something fermented, but the bear drank some of the swill so she knew he wasn't feeding them poison.

The bear had been right, Joshua didn't care for the medicine at all. He spit and cried the entire time. Eventually she got him to drink what she figured was at least seven dabs. When she was done her brother did seem to be calming down. His cough lessened and he started to doze in between the more sporadic fits.

"The rest is for you." The bear told her. "Drink it."

Mandy wrinkled her nose as she took a sip from it. Somehow the taste was even worse than the first try.

"Don't try to drink it slow." The bear advised. "Pretend it's a slug of whiskey."

Mandy did as she was told, nearly gagging on the fierce concoction. The bear watched her closely. Making sure she didn't try some trick to avoid taking her medicine.

"I've never actually had whiskey before." She admitted.

"I guess that means there's no use in asking if you have any hidden around here." The bear said, disappointment evident in his voice. "I certainly could have used a little." He stood up and started to undress. Hanging every article of his heavy, damp clothing on whatever was available. The smell of him filled the cabin quickly as he stripped down to his drawers, and Mandy wondered when the last time he had washed any of his clothes had been. Her head started to swim and her nostrils felt hot. The half naked giant walked by her and sat on the bed. His movements appeared slow and surreal now. The cabin seemed like it was changing in size. Expanding and contracting like a breathing monster. The little lynx teen put a paw on her forehead to try and steady it.

"Are you feeling it?" The bear asked. His voice sounded hollow and faraway.

"I feel..." She tried to stand up, but stumbled. She reached out and the bear snagged her paw to steady her. "I feel very tired." She said. "What did you do to me?"

The bear pulled her toward him and she was in no condition to resist him. "It's magic." He said with a smile. He took the sleeping infant from her arms and set him onto the bed, making sure to crowd the blankets around the kit to keep him safe from rolling off. The cub coughed and gave a half-hearted cry before falling asleep again. "A handsome little bugger, isn't he?"

"He doesn't look like my father at all." Mandy managed to say through a drugged haze.

"But he looks like your mother, I'll wager." the bear said as he took the sling off the teen and started to unbutton her dress.

"Yes."

"It's good to have a way of remembering her." The stranger told her as he slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. "The people we love tend to slip from us as time goes on. We don't want them to, but it happens anyway."

Mandy started to weep as the bear began to unfasten her corset. She didn't want this. She wanted to be able to fight him, as useless as it probably was, but he had made sure she couldn't even do that. The medicine made her limbs feel weak, it was a struggle to just stay standing. She was helpless and completely at his mercy. This wicked stranger who invited himself in and now was going to help himself to her virginity. She had so much wanted to be pure for her wedding day.

"Now don't start with that." The bear said as he wiped a tear from her face. Her corset came off without much of a struggle. It had been her mother's so it was a bit big for her. She had taken it in as best she could but it still didn't fit quite snug enough. She hoped she would grow into it.

The stranger hung her dress and corset on one of the rafters to keep them from getting dirty and wrinkled. Mandy stood wobbly and cold in nothing but her bloomers. She managed to cross her arms in front of her chest to hide her perky breasts. She had been so happy when they came in not so long ago. Now she was cursing them because she knew how much males fancied to touch them.

The bear returned to her and put the cub sling back on her. He gently picked up Joshua and put him back into her arms. "Keep him close and warm." The ursine told her. Mandy looked at him, puzzled by this act. Wouldn't this make it more difficult? Not that she wanted it to be easy for him.

The bear helped her into the bed before crawling in with her. It was a small bed and he was an enormous male. There was barely enough room for him alone, let alone the three of them, but somehow they managed. He pulled her close to her and she could feel his thick, coarse fur against her soft pelt. He pulled the blanket over all of them to trap their combined body heat. The heavy smell of him made Mandy's head swim.

For a while as they lay there Mandy's heart kept pounding in panic. Something is going to happen. He's going to do something to her. He's going to hurt her. He has an arm around her and she couldn't get away. She was on her side and her tail was pinned against his belly. Somewhere below she knew his penis was lurking. The stranger was so huge! What kind of monster was hiding in his drawers? It would hurt. She knew it would hurt her bad. When he rubbed her shoulder her heart jumped into her throat.

"You need to calm down, cub." The bear told her with a weary voice. "You're keeping me up."

"But I thought..." She started but was afraid to finish.

"Maybe in the morning." The stranger told her. "Right now I'm tired." He let out a deep sigh. "What's your name, girl?"

"Mandy." She told him. After a moment it occurred to her that she wasn't being polite. "What's your name, sir?" She asked.

But the stranger had already fallen asleep.

Part 2

Mandy woke up with a very dry, parched feeling in her throat. She was so thirsty! She felt like she hadn't had anything to drink in days! She tried to roll out of bed and found herself against a mountain of suffocating fur instead. A deep, grumbling snore emanated from the fur.

Slowly the events of the previous night pieced themselves back together. The little lynx realized that she was half naked in a bed with an older male. Her mother would have been mortified! Her mind was much clearer now, the effects of the medicine the stranger had given her must have worn off. Aside from the overwhelming thirst, she actually felt a little better. Her head didn't hurt as much as it had, and she didn't feel as feverish. There was something else. She had a tingly, pulling sensation on her chest that wasn't altogether unpleasant. In fact, quite the opposite.

Mandy could still feel the warm, comforting weight of her infant brother on her chest. She looked down at Joshua. It was dark in the cabin, but her feline vision was passable at night providing it wasn't spoiled by a light source. She was appalled to find that Josh had latched himself firmly onto one of her exposed nipples. His toothless maw trying in vain to pry some sustenance from her virgin body. He was sleeping peacefully despite the lack of milk.

"Oh no, Josh!" She whispered to him as she tried to pull him away, but he was locked onto her as tight as a vise. She had to pry a fingertip into the corner of his mouth to break the seal. Her nipple slipping out of her brother's mouth was easily one of the oddest sensations she had ever experienced. It sent a jolt down to her nethers.

Having lost the comfort of a teat, Josh squirmed and started to fret in his sleep. His mouth searched blindly for something to suckle. Mandy knew if he didn't find something he would probably start to cry. If he did that it would wake the stranger.

"Shh, shh." She tried to comfort the cub. Maybe he would take her finger instead. She put one into his mouth. He suckled at it for a moment but rejected it. It wasn't what he wanted. His eyelids squeezed shut tightly and his nose wrinkled in anguish. He was going to fly into a tantrum if she didn't do something.

She didn't have a choice. "Okay, okay, baby." Mandy whispered as she tapped her nipple on the cub's tongue. Joshua took it eagerly, latching on and crushing his face into her chest. Mandy gasped as her greedy brother slurped her teat and a good portion of her small breast into his mouth. She bit down on her paw to suppress her pleasure. It felt really good. It shouldn't have, but it did. She had heard before that mothers cherish the time they spend feeding their young. She knew now why. It made her feel strange and wet down below, and she couldn't help feeling a little guilty about it.

Mandy took a moment to compose herself. She wanted to get out of the bed without waking the slumbering giant, but she had to step over him to do so. She carefully pulled back the covers off of herself and stood up in the bed. The infant was still snugly attached to her by the sling. She held her happily suckling brother steady with one paw and reached up to grab a rafter with her other. She stepped over the snoring bear and dropped lightly down onto the floor.

It was cold in the cabin. The stove hadn't been stoked all night. If it hadn't been for the stranger's body heat she would have woken up freezing. She found a heavy shawl and wrapped it around herself, making sure her brother was properly protected from the chill. It was much better than standing in nothing but her bloomers. She found the bucket she kept the water in but it had a glaze of ice on top of it. Her father had told her once it was bad to drink cold water in the winter, but she was so desperately thirsty. She picked up a cup and broke the ice. Surely it would be okay to drink only half a cup.

The water was so cold it made her teeth hurt to drink it, but it did wonders for her dry throat. She shivered. Maybe it wasn't good to drink cold water. She stooped over and opened the stove. She poked at the ashes inside and was pleased to find a handful of burning embers still alive. She threw in some kindling and blew on it. It lit up without any trouble. She tossed a few of the smaller split logs on it to get things going. She refilled the cup and put it on the stove to warm up.

She stood close to the stove, waiting for what seemed like eternity for it to heat up. When it did she pulled a chair up to it and sat. There was really nothing else to do. She couldn't start making breakfast, there was no food. She had to pee a little bit, but it was still dark and she didn't want to go out in the cold and make the trek to the outhouse just yet. The feline could hold it for a while longer. What really worried her was the stranger in her bed. What would happen when he woke up? What if he wanted to mate? If she spurned him would he force himself onto her? Would that be worth it if he helped them? It wouldn't hurt that much, would it?

Her brother was getting much too aggressive with her tit. Probably annoyed at the lack of production. It was making her nipple very sore. She popped him loose and he immediately began to fuss.

"Don't worry." She cooed softly. "I have another one." She turned him around and let him take her other nipple. He settled down immediately and began to munch away. It felt incredible. The sensation was fresh and new on that side and she moaned as Josh suckled for all he was worth. It made her ache longingly in her loins and she wanted to touch herself. It was wrong to do something like that. It was probably wrong to think something like that.

She checked the tin cup on the stove. The water was lukewarm now. As thirsty as she had been when she woke Josh must be the same. No wonder he was working so hard. Mandy opened the front of the shawl. Josh looked up at her with a mouthful of feline tit. The teen tipped the cup over her chest and dribbled the warm water onto her fur. It trickled down to her brother's mouth. He took in some of the water with a slurp through the side of his mouth. Mandy noticed a spark of accomplishment from his eyes and she felt a strong motherly satisfaction. She couldn't provide milk but at least she could do this.

She continued like that for a while. Letting her brother drink the water from her nipple. He made slurping noises as he did and Mandy would look over her shoulder to check on the stranger every time one was exceptionally loud. The bear remained asleep. His snoring interrupted a few times but he would fall back to it momentarily.

Mandy eventually decided she had given him enough. If he allowed it her brother would probably drink until he got sick, and that wouldn't be good for him. Joshua muttered irritably when she pried him off of her tit and put him over her shoulder. She made sure he was covered with the shawl and started to pat him on the back. He quietly complained but didn't break out into a full cry. After a moment he burped. After that he settled down quite a bit.

Mandy put him back in the sling just as she heard a grumble from the bed. The bear rolled over and wiped a paw on his face before smacking his lips. He was probably thirsty too. There was still some water in her cup. She stood up and cautiously approached the bed.

"Sir?" She said meekly to the bear as she offered him the cup.

The bear grunted and sat up in the bed. He squinted at her before reaching fumblingly for the water. She realized his eyesight wasn't as good as hers was. He was nearly blind in the dark.

He drank the water in one gulp. "Thank you." He said. The bear looked around dully. "Could you light a candle for me, uh, girl?"

"Mandy." She reminded him.

"Yeah." He waved a dismissive paw at her. "Mandy, right."

Mandy went to the table. They had forgotten to snuff the candle and it had burned all the way down. That was unfortunate since it meant she only had three more candles to get her through the winter. She found the three in store on a shelf and removed one. She took a match and lit it, the room filled with its delicate glow.

With his vision restored the bear got up and set the cup onto the table. She looked at the little lynx for a moment. He seemed to be pondering something. She in turn watched him, not really wanting to know what he was thinking.

The bear sighed and started to dress himself.

"Are you leaving now?" Mandy asked.

The bear shrugged. "You don't have any more food."

So that it? He was just going to leave her? Mandy wasn't sure what was worse. Him staying or leaving. If he stayed he would hurt her. She knew he would. He was a bad fur and he would want bad things from her. He was also knowledgeable about this land. He could survive here and she couldn't.

She had to do it. She had to offer herself to him as tribute. A male like him would certainly accept such a proposal. But when she opened her mouth nothing came out. She just watched as he dressed himself and gathered his things. The last thing he had to collect was the bundle of "great magic" he had left on the table. He paused.

"You can keep that." He said. "It's almost used up anyway. It will help you get better, and it will also help with the hunger pains. Don't wear your corset while you're sick either, it restricts your breathing and you could catch pneumonia. Out here that is death."

He stopped at the door and picked up his rifle, he had no further advice for her. "Good luck." He told her as he opened the door. There was a soft glow of daylight on the horizon. The snow had finally stopped. It was going to be a beautiful day.

It was her last chance to say anything, but she still couldn't gather the strength to do so. All she could do was watch as he ducked out the doorway and closed the door behind. Mandy felt immediately sick as he left. She collapsed into a chair. She felt so helpless. She didn't know what to do.

So she cried.

* * *

Mandy didn't get out of the bed much for the rest of that day or any of the following days. She made some of the medicine and it did help for as long as it lasted. It kept Joshua sleeping, which was good because when he was awake he cried because he was hungry. Now the magic was gone. Every brew she made had been weaker than the last until it stopped working altogether. They were both well, their fevers gone, just starving. She would nurse her brother but he would get frustrated by her lack of production. She had water. More water than she could ever use. The snow was a good source of safe water. There was just no food.

They were going to die. She didn't want to accept that but there was no hope. She didn't know if she would die first or Josh. If her brother died would she have the strength to bury him before she passed? Who would bury her? Her father would come back in the spring only to find a skeleton waiting for him. She had horrible thoughts that maybe she should just end it. That she should spare them both a lingering death by starvation. It would be easy. All she had to do was walk out into the snow and find someplace to sit down. She had heard somewhere that it was like falling asleep. She tried to keep those thoughts out of her head but they persisted.

She wept much of the day the stranger left, but in time she became too weary to cry. She had to busy herself. Josh was running low on clean diapers. She started to warm some water to wash the dirty ones. He wasn't pooping much now so the diapers weren't terribly dirty. It made them easier to clean but it depressed her even more. Everything reminded her of their lack of food and her failure to care for him.

She thought about the stranger a lot. She had been angry with him for leaving, but she hadn't given him any reason to stay. Hell, she even tried to kill him. He didn't really do anything wrong and she tried to shoot him anyway. Then she let her pride prevent her from offering herself to him. What worth was her purity when she was dead? It seemed like such a small price to pay now if only he had stayed with her.

She was hanging the freshly cleaned diapers when she heard something moving outside the cabin. The crunch, crunch of snow was unmistakable with the still winter air. Was that an animal? If it was, it was a big animal. An animal could be food, couldn't it? She didn't have a gun. There was a large knife by the stove. Could she kill an animal before it killed her? Or maybe it would just run away. She needed to try.

Josh was sleeping fitfully, but he was being quiet at least. She set him onto the bed and bundled him up. Hopefully she wasn't about to get herself killed. She grabbed the knife and made her way to the door, listening to the animal as it got closer. She was going to just rip open the door and run out to kill it. It was a desperate plan but she was a desperate, tired, and hungry feline. Maybe it would work. Maybe she would get lucky.

She pulled open the door. It scrapped loudly and groaned in protest. She stepped outside into the cold with a knife raised in her paw. The animal was right in front of her! She swung blindly.

A huge paw snagged her by the wrist before she could strike home. "Whoa, Mandy!" A familiar voice scolded.

She looked up. The stranger had a surprised smirk on his face. "Still trying to kill me?"

Mandy was confused. This was a dream. The bear had left and he wasn't coming back, so who was this? This couldn't be real, but somebody had her by the arm. She dropped the knife.

"You left me." She accused him with a spiritless voice.

The stranger shrugged. "I came back."

It all crushed down on Mandy. The hopelessness that she was living with, the nonexistent strength she was trying to dredge up inside herself, the horrible responsibilities that she had been burdened with, the acceptance of her fate to die starving and freezing. Now this glimmer of hope had dared darkened her doorstep once more. She couldn't take the wild swings of fortune. It was too much to expect of her.

The lynx collapsed into hysterics and the bear stopped her from falling too hard. In the open doorway with the cold blowing in on her she hyperventilated and sobbed. The stranger held her close. He still had a strong scent, but it didn't bother her as much anymore. She balled her paws into fists and beat him feebly on the chest.

"I don't have anything else to give you!" She insisted. "You took it all! I had nothing and you took it anyway! Why did you come back?"

"Because I have something to give you." The giant brown bear told her. He produced something from his pack and handed it to her.

She looked at the thing in her hand, dumbfounded. She started to cry even harder. It was a frozen fish. A small trout. Not much but so much more than she had.

"There's more." He told her. "Enough for all of us." His pack which had been previously nearly empty was now heavy.

Mandy clutched the fish close to her chest as she wept. The bear stooped over and picked her up. He carried the crying teen into the cabin, shutting the door behind.

* * *

It had been an agonizing wait for the bear to cook the food for her. She had offered to do it but he insisted that she rest while he cooked. He stood over the stove without a shirt on as his heavy fur made the heat almost intolerable for him. It didn't take long for the smell of roasting fish to fill the cabin and wake Joshua. The kit immediately went into a tantrum, having even less patience than Mandy.

The bear had brought more than just fish. He was boiling the crushed roots of cattails. She didn't even know such things were edible. He said it was similar to potatoes, just more labor intensive. Boiling it separated the inedible fibers from the starch. He also had managed to find a few handfuls of grapes that the feral animals hadn't gotten to yet. They were mushy but sweet. Mandy ate some and mashed the rest into juice to feed her brother, who took it with relish and kept him quiet while the food was being prepared. The grapes had only intensified her hunger, and her stomach growled in anticipation of more.

"I went down to the river and built some traps." The bear explained. "The fishing wasn't very good though. The river is pretty low and the fish aren't moving around much. Got a few so that's better than nothing. Set up some snares too, but so far I haven't gotten anything. I'll check them again in a few days. The deep snow keeps the critters in their dens. The snow could also work in our favor since the feral deer find it difficult to run in it. They'll move to the lower part of the valley to winter where the swamp will keep the snow from getting too deep. As hard as an early winter is on us it's worse for the wildlife. They'll get weak and easier to hunt."

He set a plate with a cooked, headless fish on it in front of her. He had burned it a little on one side but other than that it looked delicious.

"Don't eat too quickly." He advised her. "You've been starving and it will take a while for your system to start digesting again."

It was difficult for her to do as he said. The sweet flaky flesh of the trout was like a bit of heaven. She wanted to eat it bones, skin and all. Even the burnt part didn't bother her. She somehow managed to take only a bite at a time and switch back to feeding her brother the bit of grape juice. Josh having a fit every time she paused to eat some of the fish.

The stranger finished separating the fibers from the cattail roots. He added some salt to the pulpy remains in the pot. He put some of it into a bowl and set to mashing it as fine as he could and removing any additional fibers. He also added a small amount of fish that he had carefully removed the bones from. Eventually he had a fine paste in the bowl. He set that in front of her too.

"That will fill him up better than the grapes will." He told her.

He divided up the rest of the boiled root between himself and Mandy and finally sat down at the table to eat. They ate in silence for a while. Josh adored the root and fish paste, yowling loudly whenever Mandy wasn't shoveling some into his mouth. She was unsure about the root herself, it didn't taste anything like a potato. It was a bit like a hot cucumber. Not bad, just different. Every bite she took she had to fish some of the tough fibers out of her mouth.

"The stalks are better." The stranger told her apologetically. "But the cold had rotted them already."

"No, it's wonderful." She said. "Thank you."

The bear had a moment where he looked almost bashful and Mandy had to suppress the urge to giggle. A giggle! A few hours ago she was contemplating the best way to commit suicide! Now she had hot food in her belly and her brother was rapidly starting to fall into a contented slumber. Every once in a while he would jerk himself awake, wondering why food wasn't being put into his mouth, then his eyes would get droopy when some went in.

She put her brother over her shoulder and burped him. It was a good burp. A healthy one. He would sleep now. She took him over to the crib and bundled him up as she set him in. Josh made one last effort to fuss before yawning widely and falling asleep. She draped a heavy blanket over the crib to keep out the chill.

She cleared the table and cleaned the dishes, doing the chore was magnificent to her. She hummed happily now that she had something to do. That she had a reason to keep going. The food in her belly was giving her strength. The stranger sat at the table and watched her, rolling himself a cigarette as he did.

"I, uh..." The bear started. "I would have been here a few days ago, but I got lost. The snow makes everything look the same."

"You don't have to apologize to me." Mandy said. "You came back and you brought us food. I'm very grateful for that, sir."

"Aaron." The bear told her.

She turned to him and smiled. "Aaron." She said, trying the name. "Thank you, Aaron." She was rewarded with another uncharacteristically timid expression from the bear. Embarrassed, he picked up the candle and lit his cigarette.

"That's the first time I've ever seen you smile." He said blowing out a puff of smoke. "You should do it more."

"I'll try." The lynx said as she wiped off her paws. The dishes were done. Even better, there was a reason to do them. They had enough food for breakfast in the morning and the next few days. It wasn't a lot but it was something. She sat down at the table across from the giant with her paws on her lap.

An awkward moment of silence passed between the two. The smell of burning tobacco mingled with the lingering odor of cooked fish and Aaron's strong musk. He had a sudden troubled expression and cleared his throat.

"I found something a few days ago." He began. "On the east side of the valley there was a wagon that sank into the mud. The mud has since frozen so it's not going to move anytime soon. Maybe in the spring it can be recovered. I didn't find the ox. It had supplies on it but the heavy snow had soaked and ruined most of it. The wildlife had hit what was left pretty hard. I scavenged what I could. Some salt, a bit of lard, some gunpowder-- not much else." Aaron scratched the side of his face. "There was blood there. A lot of it."

Mandy shook her head. "Why are you telling me this?"

Aaron searched in his pocket. "I don't think the animals killed him. They came afterward. He had a splint on his leg, he must have fallen. Probably got infected." He leaned across the table to give her something. Mandy hesitantly took it.

"I'm sorry." He told her.

It was a small silver brooch. The one that belonged to her mother. It was one of the few things from the homeland that they still had. Her father had taken it with him to sell so he could buy more supplies.

"No." She said. "He would have sold this. It must be--"

The bear dropped the cigarette butt on the floor and smothered it underfoot. "I buried him as best I could. I can bring him down and give him something proper later."

"No." Mandy said again. "My father isn't dead."

"He was brave." Aaron said. "Despite the danger he tried to come back to you. He almost made it, but he happened upon some bad luck."

Mandy squeezed her paw around the brooch until it hurt. Her father hadn't wanted to sell it, he wanted to keep it as a memento. He must have found a way. "I hate this place." She said quietly.

Aaron stood up and walked around the table, dragging the chair with him. He sat down next to the teen and tried to take her paw into his own but she shrugged him off.

"I hate this country." She said. "I hate this land. I hate this cabin. I hate my father for making us come here. I hate my mother for letting him bring us." She looked up at him.

"And I hate you for telling me this." She said angrily.

"You deserved to know." He told her.

"I didn't want to know!" She shouted at him as she started to cry. "I didn't--" The brooch fell to the floor as she put her face in her paws. "I just want to go home!" She wailed.

The bear put a paw on her leg. Mandy lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck. She didn't notice his smell anymore. It was comforting to have him there. Aaron held her on his lap while she cried. His shirtless torso was thick and plush, and she thought maybe she could sink right into his dense fur and get lost in it. Leave all her worries behind. In a while she was spent. She didn't have the strength to cry anymore, even though it felt wrong to stop. Her father deserved more than that. Could it be that this harsh land was making her hard? Maybe it hadn't sunk in completely yet. Maybe tomorrow she would mourn properly.

"I'm sorry." She said to him through her tears. "I thought such wicked things about you. I thought you were a bad person."

"I have done things." He admitted. "I have hurt others in ways they will never be able to forgive me for. I'm out here so I can run from all those responsibilities."

"Is that why you left me?" She asked, wiping the damp fur under her eyes.

"I was afraid I might hurt you." He said. "Believe me, I wanted to. I still might."

"No, you won't." She told him. She stroked the side of his face with her paw. "I won't let you." She had never kissed anyone before, but he certainly had. Once she initiated the kiss Aaron took over. Mandy had expected he would be rough, but he wasn't. She had been so afraid of him before, and for the life of her she couldn't imagine why. His paws were huge but gentle. They touched her in places she had never been touched before. He didn't squeeze and pinch her rudely, only stroked softly.

He broke the kiss and pulled away from her. He had an uncertain expression. "You don't have to do this." He told her.

"Yes, I do." Mandy said as she took a step back. She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. She had taken his advice and not been wearing the corset. It felt strangely liberating to go without it. He had seen her like this before and he hadn't taken advantage of her. It must have been maddening for him. Now she beaconed him to come to her. She wasn't completely aware of what was about to happen, in many ways still very naïve, but she wanted him to do it anyway. She knew it was a natural thing. Something that could be very good. Something that would make him happy and help her forget about her loss.

Aaron slid off the chair and onto his knees. Even in that position he was still taller than her. She stepped into the giant mountain of male and he embraced her. The feel of his fur against hers sent tingles down her spine. She ran her paws through his fur and realized he wasn't as obese as she had assumed. His shaggy fur hid a powerful body underneath. It was incredible and unyielding. He could have so easily taken her by force, but he had respected her wishes. She was grateful for that.

The bear kissed her on the neck. It made her gasp. She was feeling very charged and receptive. Everything felt more intense than normal. It made her heart flutter and her breath short and quick. He licked her neck. His tongue was a huge, wide organ. Soft and smooth, unlike her rough one. He ran it up the side of her head and into an ear and it made her knees tremble. A strange, astonishing sensation. It sent a hot flush to her skin and her fur pricked on end.

She wanted to do something for him, but he seemed happy enough giving out the pleasure. She wouldn't know what to do anyway. Mandy grasped pawfuls of his fur to keep her knees from giving out.

Aaron worked down her body, a long, slathering tongue swiped across one of her small, perky breasts. She arched her back to give him access. She had nursed her brother so many times lately this at least was familiar. Still, it wasn't quite the same. The bear was so much older and more experienced. Plus his mouth was huge. He could easily take in her entire tit. He whorled his skilled tongue around and around one breast, then the other. He slobbered liberally on them, leaving the fur on her teenage chest glistening from saliva.

He moved lower, licking her belly button. How much lower was he going to go? Surely he wasn't going to put his mouth down there, was he? That's not done, is it? That would disgust him, wouldn't it? That's where she pees from.

Aaron pulled Mandy's bloomers down to her knees. He put his nose against her crotch. It was cold and wet. She gasped from the sensation. She tried to back away but her rump met something unyielding. It was the edge of the bed's headboard. She realized that she had been slowly retreating from him the entire time, the giant bear crawling after her.

The bear's long tongue darted out and brushed against her vagina. Mandy squealed and crushed her thighs together. She trapped the organ for a second, but it slithered out and back into his mouth, sliding against her clit as it did. That was so strange! It felt amazing! Her mother had told her about sex before, but she never mentioned this! She would have collapsed, her knees giving away from the shot of pleasure, but she was being supported by Aaron's wide nose.

His tongue came out again, this time gentler. The bear realized that she would have to get used to the sensation. Mandy gritted her teeth, trying not to shout again. He was being more careful now. Licking at the insides of her thighs and coming just short of touching her vagina. It still felt fantastic and she leaned both paws on the top of his large head. She flexed her toes and noticed that she wasn't touching the ground anymore, the bear was supporting her entire weight with his nose. His ass was sticking up in the air and he looked strangely feral.

Aaron decided it was time to stop being gentle. His tongue shot out and forced its way between her tightly clenched thighs. It slithered through the folds of her pussy, out the back and brushed against her anus. His tongue was so long it could reach all the way to the base of her tail. Mandy shrieked loud enough to wake her brother, who started to cry in his crib. The little lynx tried to squeeze her legs even tighter, but it was no use. The bear's tongue was too strong and her thighs were too well lubricated by that point.

In and out, in and out the tongue darted, slathering everything from her mons to her tail with his thick mucus. Aaron made unabashed slurping and mouth smacking noises. She pressed down on his head but only succeeded in getting lifted even further off the ground. She was screaming the whole time. She couldn't help herself. She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to keep going. She didn't know what she wanted anymore. Her insides were a tingling mess. Her mind couldn't form a complete thought. She didn't know anything could feel like this. It felt so good it was almost painful. Long, undignified strands of saliva fell from her mouth and onto her lover's head.

Aaron's skill with his tongue was incredible. It was insanely flexible and dexterous. It could twist and bulge and flex any way he wanted it to. He could make it touch everything or only one thing at a time. Every once in a while the tip of it would invade her. Either through her anus or her vagina. His tongue could easily make it all the way to her womb if he so chose, but he held back. Saving her depths for a more formidable organ.

It didn't take long for her to climax. She grabbed two pawfuls of fur on his head and let out short, sobbing screams. Aaron could taste the iron on her clitoris from the blood pressing so tightly inside of it. The bear grabbed his little lover before she could fall to the floor and set her gently on the bed. She fell back with her legs spread wide, her bloomers still tangled around her ankles, and draped an arm over her face. She was breathing hard, her body flushed and trembling. She rubbed one paw on her pubis, her legs jerking in spasms every time her paw brushed over the clit.

Josh cried in his crib for a while, but eventually gave up and fell back asleep. Whatever it was that had woken him seemed to have gone away.

"Oh, my..." Mandy said quietly. "Oh, my... Oh, my..."

Aaron got onto the bed with her, laying down with his arm around her. She tried to close her legs modestly, but it made her grunt. It was still tingling from the aftereffects. It felt so wet and sloppy down there.

"Oh, my..." She said again as she peeked at him from under her arm. "What was that?"

"Delicious." He told her as he licked his chops. Mandy wrinkled her nose at his crude joke and put her arm back across her face. She didn't know if she could go any further with him. He was so bestial and aggressive. She didn't have much knowledge of sex, but she knew enough that what they did wasn't all of it. There was more to come. The invasive part that would hurt her.

She felt something against her leg. Something hot and heavy. She looked down. At some point Aaron had removed his underpants. It shocked her, the size of his penis. It was a giant, icicle shaped organ protruding from his furry groin nearly as long as her forearm. Pointy at the tip and thick at the base where it came out of his body. He had an enormous set of testicles underneath them. Each one looked as big as her balled fist.

"Oh, my!" The feline exclaimed. Retreating up the bed from it.

"It's not that scary, is it?" The bear said, looking a bit hurt.

"I've just..." She started. "I've never seen one before." That wasn't entirely true. She had, of course, seen her brother's every time she changed him. But that was just a little nub of a thing and this was monstrous. It was even more intimidating than she had feared.

"Touch it." He implored of her. "It won't bite."

Mandy wasn't completely convinced that it wouldn't. It seemed like something that could bite if it wanted to. Erect and stiff, waiting for something to come within striking distance. It bobbed a little with every one of the bear's heartbeats. She wondered how males could even walk with such a strange thing between their legs. How could it not always be in the way? It was scary, but she didn't want to disappoint him, and he had been so attentive to her needs so far. He had taken her someplace that she had never been to before, her insides still fluttered from the journey.

She took it in her paw at the very tip. The part that didn't seem too dangerous. The flesh was firm and rubbery, pinkish in color, with dark brown freckles liberally spattered all down its length. She squeezed it a bit and could feel something hard inside of it, like a bone. A gob of clear fluid oozed out of the hole at the tip and ran onto her paw. She let go and it trailed a string from her paw to the tip of his penis.

"I thought they had prickers on them." She said.

"Felines do." He told her. "But mine is nice and smooth." He sounded overly proud of that fact.

His smell was strongest there. A powerful musk that she didn't find offensive anymore, but it was still very intimidating. Did he expect her to put her mouth on it like he had done to her? She didn't think she could do that. What would it taste like? Would it make her sick?

Aaron put a large paw on her rump and pushed her closer to encourage her. She wasn't brave enough to put her mouth on it, but she had already touched it and nothing bad happened. She took it in both paws, needing both to get her fingers around the base of it. It was heavy and hot. She could feel his heart beating through it. She ran one paw down it's length and over the furry sheath. The bear moaned so she must have done something right. She ran her fingers over his scrotum. It was like very loose skin with large eggs inside of it. She could move them around quite a bit under the skin, and it didn't seem to hurt him at all when she did that. She wondered if they were even attached to him, or were they just floating loose under the skin?

Mandy felt a touch of envy for males. They don't have to wonder about their genitalia. Unlike hers it wasn't hidden away and mysterious. It's just right out on their lap and they could explore it any time they wanted.

The bear took her by the shoulder and made her lay down. She realized her lack of experience wasn't working for him. He wasn't content to just let her slowly explore. Maybe she should have put her mouth on it.

"Are you ready?" He asked her.

"I don't know." She said doubtfully.

He rolled her onto her belly. "I'll be gentle and I'll go slow." He climbed on top of her, straddling her hips between his knees. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much for you."

Mandy nodded and bunched up the blankets under her, hugging them tightly. Her short lynx tail swished back and forth agitatedly. She could feel it brushing against his large penis looming behind her.

Aaron didn't go right for it. He seemed content to take his time. Mandy didn't know if she should thank him for letting her prepare for it or curse him for delaying the inevitable. He put his paws on her waist and held her firmly. She could feel his giant member against the cleft of her ass and his furry scrotum between her thighs. He pushed his weight on top of her, trapping his penis between them which discourteously pushed her tail aside.

He started to thrust against her. Long, slow, deliberate thrusts. She felt constricted. Something inside of her wanted to panic. There was so much male pressing down on top of her. As of yet he had not done anything to harm her, as awkward as most of the experience had been thus far, it had also been extremely pleasant. Her lover seemed to know her body better than she did, and he had promised to be gentle. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm down.

She concentrated on the details of the event. The feel and shape of the long organ rubbing against her backside. How it got narrower every time he withdrew and wider when he pushed forward. Feeling like it was growing larger with every thrust. At the apex of every thrust she could feel his scrotum press against her pussy. The fur was rough and prickly. It made her shudder. Something had been leaking from her ever since she had first kissed him. She could feel the cold, wet fluid that she was leaving on his fur every time his balls pressed against her.

He did more than just grind against her. Aaron's paws were attentive. Rubbing down her back, her head, and her rump. He even played with her tail. Even given the aggressive nature of his dominant position over her it was somehow comforting.

The bear adjusted himself on top of her, putting a paw on his groin. Mandy held her breath. He was positioning the organ to penetrate her. She had expected a quick thrust in followed by pain, but he was true to his word and went slow. He rubbed the tip on her. From her asshole all the way to her clitoris and back. Up and down he ran the rubbery tip, letting her get used to its presence. Mandy bit down on a mouthful of blanket and whimpered when he pressed the tip into her sodden cunt. He only let it go in a short way before withdrawing it and stroking it up and down her groin again. The second time he entered her he let it go in just a bit further before pulling it out again.

Oh, it was maddening! He was drawing it out so long! How could he have such patience? Mandy started feeling a desperate need to be filled with him. To be violated by this giant, wonderfully heavy scented male. The afterglow of her first orgasm had faded and she wanted another. She wiggled her butt to entice him to speed things up.

The bear didn't need more encouragement than that. He entered her again, this time only stopping when he met resistance. Mandy cried out before stuffing the blanket back into her mouth to muffle it. He made several short thrusts before something inside of her gave away to allow more of him in. She was aware of a tearing feeling inside but the pain wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined. It was like a cramp that worked itself out in short order. The pressure of his icicle shaped penis forcing her open was incredible. It was like a wedge. She could feel it so rudely pushing open her virgin cunt to reach deeper and deeper into her soft insides. He thrust quickly but gently, going in slightly further with each buck of his hips. Amazingly her body yielded just enough with each stab of his penis to let it in. It was so hot! She was starting to think that somehow he would manage to get every inch of his gigantic dick inside of her when the tip of it poked in so far that it hurt. She gave a sharp grunt in pain.

Aaron recognized that he had reached the limit that her body would accept. He had scarcely half of his penis into her. A ring of girlcum mixed with blood marked the furthest he could enter without serious pain. He was used to his lovers not being able to take all of him, and was more than happy to work inside the limits of her small frame.

The bear started to pump her tight little cunt with a steady rhythm. The feline catching her cries in a balled up blanket. She felt like she was being opened up. Like her hips were getting wider. Parts of her body that had never come in contact with anything before were suddenly being stirred up by this huge organ, pushing her innards aside to make room for itself. It rubbed and pressed against everything.

Aaron sped up a bit. The feeling was fantastic. She could still feel the burning sting from her broken hymen, but it was quickly being overcome by the feeling of her vaginal walls being pushed and pulled. There was a dancing, warm, prickling feeling. She was keenly aware of his pointy tip rubbing back and forth inside of her. She knew if the bear hadn't been holding her down his penis would lift her right off the bed. Sloshing, squishy noises started coming from her. She was embarrassed by them but Aaron didn't seem to mind.

Mandy spit out the blanket. She wanted to make noise. It felt right to make noise. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She gasped in time with every thrust he made. She turned to look over her shoulder at her lover, a bit of drool fell out of the corner of her maw. He had a look of serious concentration. Like he was working hard at what he was doing. His eyes were closed and he was making a low growling, grunting noise.

There it was! It was about to happen again! She could feel it welling up inside and about to burst. Her breath was short and ragged. The little lynx held it for a second before letting out a scream as a gush of orgasm hit her. She was going to wake her brother again but she didn't care. She had to scream. She had to let Aaron know how well he was doing. She wanted the whole world to know how well he was doing.

The bear was spurred on by her reaction. He sped up and sent the teen right into the next orgasm, and then the next. How many times could that happen to her? She didn't know. It made her head spin. Her body felt hot, like it was on fire. When was Aaron going to be done? Would he ever be done? Would it be so bad if the answer was "no"?

But the tight confines of the lynx was doing its job too. Aaron let out a grunt as he quickly pulled his penis out of the little female. It made a squish sound as it evacuated her pussy, a stream of white fluid trailing behind. He stroked his penis quickly and a long strand of the white mucus shot out across Mandy's back. She turned to look just in time for a second spurt hit the side of her face. It surprised her. It was hot and sticky. Some of it dripped down onto her lip. Before she could stop herself she licked it off. It tasted salty.

The bear collapsed onto the bed next to her. They were both breathing hard. "I think I got some inside of you." He told her. "I didn't pull out fast enough."

"That's okay." She assured him as she wiped her face off with the blanket. She felt strange. Like she had gone her whole life with everything tied too tightly and he had loosened all the knots. She felt very open, and relaxed. A little sore, but good otherwise. She thought she should feel guilty, but she didn't.

Josh was crying in his crib again, but she figured he would fall asleep on his own. She was just too spent to get out of bed. She snuggled up close to Aaron and he kissed her. They were both sticky and dirty now. They probably both smelled the same. That was okay with her. She felt amazing and satisfied.

They snuggled for a while without feeling the need for small talk. Eventually Aaron looked at Mandy. He had a serious expression on his face.

"Wanna do it again?" He asked.

Mandy pressed her lips together to suppress a grin and nodded sheepishly.

Part 3

Mandy opened her eyes. It was morning. She could hear the birds chirping outside in anticipation of the rising sun. Every day was starting to feel more and more like spring, and with that came its own problems. The roof was leaking badly under the melting snow. She could hear the dripping into the dozen pots, pans, and other containers she had placed around the cabin to keep the dirt floor from turning to mud. Even so she knew the floor would be squishy and damp when she walked on it. The roof would need to be fixed before it got too bad, and that would be a hassle. The cabin would be wet and damp for the most part until it was done, and that too would be a hassle. It was okay, though, because he was here. With winter finally at an end and the homestead needing looking after he would be here a lot now.

The little lynx ran her paws through the thick fur on Aaron's chest. The large ursine grumbled something unintelligible in his sleep before resuming his comforting snoring. He slept so soundly, as usual. Like he was the most content bear in the world. Mandy put her face into his fur to breathe him in. She loved the way he smelled, so strong and bestial. Like he was made of mountains and rivers. He was this wild creature that she had managed to tame. She rubbed the sides of her face on him, an instinctive act of ownership.

She loved it when he was in her bed and was so lonely when he wasn't. The entire winter was a series of ups and downs as he would leave, sometimes for weeks at a time, before returning to her. He always brought something back. Usually cattail roots, which had become a staple of their diet for the winter, but often he brought back other things. Edible fungi, fish, strange tubers, small feral rodents, freshwater snails, acorns, and once a sack full of large grubs that he had torn apart a giant rotting tree to collect. The surrounding wilderness had a lot to offer for those who knew where to look. It wasn't always tasty, but they never went hungry. Whenever he came back they would make love, sometimes as soon as he walked in the door. Every time it was better than the time before. Afterward he would spend a few days chopping wood and recuperating from the cold before heading out again.

Mandy felt something move inside of her and put her paws on her extended belly. Her cubs - his cubs - could feel that she was awake and made themselves known. It was a new sensation as she had only started to feel them move a few days prior. At first she had assumed it was gas but quickly recognized it as something much more amazing than intestinal distress. It was incredible to feel something growing inside of her. The weight of such a responsibility made her feel like the most important person in the world. She was convinced she was carrying twins, she imagined she could count the kicks as they would vie for space in her womb. They were strong, like their father. When she first realized she was pregnant Aaron had been away. For the first time she was truly terrified that he wouldn't return to her. He did, of course, bearing the hindquarters of a deer he had chased for nearly a week. Over the supper of venison she fearfully told him of her condition. She had been unsure of how he would react, afraid that he might reject her and his cubs.

The lynx continued to comb through her lover's fur, relishing the feel of it under the pads of her paws. In the low light she caught a glimpse of silver on her finger. It made her smile. The ring was crudely made and fit a little loose, but it was her most treasured possession. With it she knew that she was never really alone.

Aaron had surprised her by getting on one knee and proposing to her. He told her that he had wanted to marry her ever since the first time they met, but had been afraid to ask. He had even made a ring for her. He had made it from her mother's brooch, and he hoped that was okay.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course it was okay! To be married! What else could she want? Sure, he was different from her and much older, but that hardly mattered. That might have horrified her at another time and it certainly would have been an issue for her parents, but they weren't around anymore. Besides all that, she loved the giant brute more than anything else.

Without even rising from his knee he took her by the paw. "With this ring, I thee wed." He told her as he slipped the silver band on her. "To have and to hold, till death do us part."

"Till death do us part." Mandy agreed tearfully. He had forgotten the "for better or for worse, for richer and poorer, sickness and in health" parts, but she didn't mind.

As simple as that she belonged to him and he to her. Typically a frontier wedding needed at least one witness to the event, preferably the father of the bride, but in this case Joshua would have to do. That he could hardly be expected to remember the event was only of small consequence. When the weather got better they could go into town and have the union blessed by a holy fur if they wished, but that would only be ceremonial. As far as they and God were concerned they were already husband and wife.

That night they made love until the sun arose the next morning. Stopping occasionally to tend to Joshua, who was irritated by their loud frolicking that kept waking him. He was unaware of how momentous the occasion was. The siblings had a family again. They had a place in the world. What's more he had made an honest female of her. In the end she had saved herself for her husband. The timing had been a bit off, but that hardly mattered. She had nothing to feel ashamed about anymore. The two spent the entire week together, by far the longest stint of the winter, reluctant to have the honeymoon end. Eventually he was forced to leave only because the food stocks got so low.

Mandy grabbed two pawfuls of his chest fur and suppressed the urge to squeal gleefully like a little kitten. No more long, lonely cold nights. There was gonna be a big, cuddly bear in her bed from now on. Though he was not as large as he had once been. The winter had been long and hard, and her husband was significantly more gaunt than when she first met him. She knew he had sacrificed his own food for her and her brother on numerous occasions, but he never complained. It made her love him all the more.

She heard Joshua start to move and babble in his crib. Her brother was trying to learn how to talk. He hasn't uttered any recognizable words yet but was good at making up his own. He had mastered crawling and was well on his way to figuring out how to walk. He could stand up in his crib now and pull off the blanket she draped over it to keep him warm. Josh would often do this when he wanted out.

Mandy peeked over her husband. As expected she spotted her brother standing in his crib. He was looking forlornly at his blanket that he had thrown onto the floor, as if perhaps that was not where he expected it to go. Mandy carefully climbed over Arron and got out of bed.

"Hey, kitten." She said quietly as she approached the crib. Joshua looked up and rewarded her with a big smile. He let out a happy shriek and a laugh causing Arron to roll over in the bed and mutter something before falling back to sleep. Her brother put his arms out to be picked up and promptly fell back onto his tail.

Mandy put her paws on the edge of the crib. "Oh, look who fell down!" She said to him. Josh bounced excitedly expecting to be picked up, which she gladly did. "What a big kitten you are."

Her brother looked down at the floor and pointed. "Ba!" He said to her.

"If you wanted your ba, why did you drop it on the floor?" She asked him.

Mandy bent over and picked up the blanket. She groaned a little bit as she did so and not for the first time noticed that it was getting more difficult to bend over than it used to be. She hadn't quite started to waddle yet, but give it a month and she probably would.

"Here you go." She said. Josh took the blanket from her greedily, hugging it like a best friend.

"Don't drop it." She warned. He smelled clean this morning, but she peeked into his diaper anyway.

"Good, boy." She told him when she found nothing.

Mandy carried him over to the window and opened it. It was starting to get light on the horizon. It wasn't much but more than nothing. They had long since used up the last of their candles and her poor husband had been groping around the dark cabin for most of the winter. The chilled air fell in through the open window. Not the horrible, bitter cold of the winter. The clean, fresh cool of spring.

Joshua started to paw at the front of his sister's sleeping gown. He was hungry. He was always hungry in the morning. Or any time he didn't happen to be sleeping for that matter.

"Not yet, Josh." The young lynx told him. "I have to get the fire started." Mandy opened the stove and started to stuff in kindling. It was still giving off some heat. Aaron had improved it greatly by stacking stones all around the stove with mud masonry. It radiated its heat longer now and required less wood to keep the cabin warm. It had been a great deal of work to drag the stones from the cliff side two miles away, but the effort had been worth it. In a moment she had a fire going.

"There we go." She said. "Now your daddy doesn't have to wake up cold." The couple had decided it would be best to raise Josh as their own. It would simplify his life if he didn't know his mother died giving birth to him and his father was eaten by feral animals. As well as simplify theirs to have all the cubs refer to them only as "mommy" and "daddy". Josh should figure it out on his own someday, and they'd deal with it then.

Josh continued to pull at her buttons insistently. She sat down on a chair with her brother in his lap. "Okay, okay!" Mandy finally relented and unbuttoned the front of her gown. Her breasts were still perky, but they were much heavier than they had been before she had gotten pregnant. Joshua latched onto her tit as soon as she produced it, making her gasp. No matter how many times she nursed him and how much tougher her teats got it still felt quite pleasant to have his mouth on her. Even more so in the morning. She always felt so full and a little sore from the night's production.

What had started out as a ploy to keep a fussy baby quiet had turned into actual feeding. Even before she had gotten pregnant she had started to lactate. Turns out the act of play breastfeeding stimulated her body to produce milk. Not much at first, but once her pregnancy was underway she swelled up into a prolific milker. Now she could produce more than enough to keep him satisfied.

Mandy winced. Josh had gotten too assertive and bit down on her. He was teething now and inclined to use those sharp little fangs unintentionally. His sister blew a sharp breath of air into his face and said firmly: "No biting." Josh stopped for a second before resuming a softer suckling, his eyes offering an unspoken apology. Despite the occasional chomp Mandy had come to adore nursing him. As much as she was anticipating her own cubs, she knew it would be difficult on both of them to wean him to make room for them. She put that out of her mind. There was still time to enjoy this.

A loud creak of the bed indicated that her husband had rolled out of bed. She turned to see him sitting up, wearing nothing but his threadbare and oft patched drawers. He stretched and yawned loudly before scratching himself absentmindedly. They were both starting to shed their winter coats, but Aaron's was so much thicker than hers. He was starting to get a bit matted looking. If she could get him to sit still long enough she reminded herself she wanted to comb him out.

Aaron got up and walked over to the lynx. He bent over and kissed her on the cheek. "Morning, love." He told her.

Mandy kissed him back. "Good morning."

The bear mussed the scalp of the cub at her bosom. "How's my chubby little kit today? Joshua took the time from suckling to acknowledge Aaron with a quick coo before going back to what he was doing.

"He's hungry, like always." Mandy answered for her brother.

The bear got onto his knees in front of her. He put his paws on her lap and rubbed her thighs. "And how's my other chubby little kit?"

Mandy made an ill face. "Don't say that."

He pressed in closer to her, putting his head on her chest next to Josh. "But I love you like this, all full of my kin." He nuzzled her. "I intend to keep you in this state."

"I'll never get any work done."

"That's okay." He said as he casually opened the front of her gown to expose her other breast. "We'll manage." He put his mouth on her tit, slurping it right in.

Mandy gasped. "Aaron!" She put a paw on his face in feeble resistance. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up a bit randy, but he wasn't usually this forward. At the very least he would allow her to take care of her brother first.

"Hmm?" The grizzled bear grunted, looking innocent as he did so. She found herself looking at two sets of eyes and two mouths on her. A tiny mouth and a huge mouth. It was quite overwhelming. Both her husband and her brother suckling away was a new sensation. In her belly a cub kicked at the confines of her womb. She could feel a surge in her groin and felt naughty for it.

After a moment Joshua gave a small growl in annoyance and pushed at Arron's face with his feet. He realized his "father" was trying to take half his breakfast and didn't like the idea of sharing his sister's bounty. The bear let her tit fall from his mouth and a bit of milk dribbled down his chin. He licked it off with his long tongue.

Mandy's breathing had picked up a bit. Not helped by the shortness of breath normally associated with her condition. "What's gotten into you?" She panted.

Aaron shrugged. "It's my birthday." He said simply.

"Oh, I didn't know today was your birthday." She said. Her husband rarely talked of himself so this was precious knowledge to have.

"Well... I know I was born in May." He said as he ran his paws up her legs and under her nightgown. "I don't rightly know which day, so I usually celebrate it on the first." He grasped at the hems of her bloomers. Mandy tried to resist him again, pushing a paw between her legs.

"Let me finish and get cleaned up first." Mandy bid.

The bear looked at Josh, shrugged again and said. "He won't remember." With that he pulled her underwear to the ankles. Her objection had been noted, but ignored.

"Wait! Aaron!" She protested, but her husband wouldn't be denied. He pushed her knees up and apart before diving under her gown. Mandy gave off an unintended squeak as she slipped down off the seat of the chair, expecting to fall to the floor, but the bear had a paw under her rump and prevented it. The feline accidentally squeezed her brother who bit her in ire, but she hardly noticed.

Oh, that tongue! That lovely, lovely, tongue!

Aaron went to work right away, not even letting her get used to his invasion. That fat, long, hot tongue slipped right into her vagina all the way to her cervix. Perhaps would have gone further if it hadn't already been occupied. Mandy sucked in a huge gasp of air and snagged her lover by the scruffy fur on the side of his face, pulling his wide, wet nose against her mons. She could pretend to protest all she wanted, but she never could resist him.

The bear let his tongue explore her insides, flicking the tip against the entrance to her womb. It made her pelvis buck every time he did it. She wanted to wrap her legs around his head and squeeze, but her bloomers were tangled at her ankles and trapped under her husband's jaw. She squirmed to try and free her legs, but to no avail. She was stuck in that position and at his mercy.

Of course, mercy was something he had very little of.

Her husband slowly drew his tongue out of her, sliding its entire length against her clitoris. Mandy shuddered and held her breath. His tongue felt like it was a mile long as it pressed back the hood of her clit and dragged itself on the sensitive button underneath. She mashed her thighs against the sides of Aaron's head as he finished off the motion with a small flick of the tip of his tongue. She gasped and remembered to breathe again.

Aaron enjoyed that reaction so much he did it again, and again, and again. Mandy squirmed and mewed in a half protest, half acceptance to her situation. Her brother, oblivious to what was happening, continued to slurp at her quickly drying teat. His little paws kneading at her breast in an attempt to get it to produce more.

Sensing his wife needed a bit of a respite, the bear withdrew his tongue and started to nose gently and teasingly at her. Mandy took the opportunity to catch her breath. In her womb her cubs were kicking at their confines. Possibly irritated by her quivering and shaking them about so. Josh, having finished off on one side, gathered up his blanket and scrambled across her chest before latching himself onto her other tit. Mandy bit her lip and stroked her little brother on the head.

Aaron's remorseless tongue came out again. This time dragging itself from the base of her bobbed tail all the way up to her saliva soaked pussy. The tongue slobbered everywhere it could and found no part of her distasteful. Her husband had no aversion to her anus, and his tongue poked and prodded at it before the tip found its way inside. Mandy knew it was futile, but she tried to squeeze him out regardless. With little effort her husband's muscular tongue slithered its way right inside of her. Mandy squealed loud enough to give her brother pause for a second before getting back to what he was doing.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty..." Mandy thought to herself. Even so, her stomach fluttered. Some part of her enjoyed this no matter how much she had been raised to find such things undignified and disgusting. She remembered how she had envisioned sexual activity as a cub. As something clean and quick. A kiss, a touch, an act. Her husband had taught her that it was a big, sloppy, messy ordeal that could be drawn out as long as they wanted and involved things she never dreamed of. Even a big bear tongue in her asshole.

Another bite from her brother warned her that she was squeezing him again. "I'm sorry, kitten... I'm sorry, kitten." She whispered softly as she loosened her grip and caressed his head. She was keenly aware of how Aaron's nasty old tongue was sloshing around inside of her bowels. Violating her and making itself at home. He smashed his wide nose against her cunt as it worked it's way deeper inside. Mandy moaned weakly and reached around her belly to touch herself.

The bear grunted in approval as her paw came in contact with the top of his nose. She felt around and found her clit, positioned it gently between two fingers and started to massage. Masturbation was something she had once considered crude, even unthinkable. During the long winter when Aaron was away and she was especially lonely she found her paws wanted to sneak between her thighs when she thought of him. She fought the urge at first, but eventually gave in to the base need. It didn't lessen the loneliness, but it did relieve the stress. Aaron had caught her doing it once, much to her horror, but he didn't make a big deal of it. Even informed her that he did it too. While that comforted her it also made her feel a little guilty that if he did it too maybe she wasn't doing enough to meet his needs. She vowed to herself to be more attentive afterward.

The lynx fondled herself gently as her husband's tongue slipped in and out of her ass like a flat, dexterous penis. Such a strange combination of senses. Her brother at her tit, her husband's nose mashed into her vagina and his hot tongue in her ass, her cubs kicking in her womb and her paw on her clit. The entire family shared in this experience and attended to her. Waves of pre-climax washed over her, dancing about under her skin. Again she wanted to wrap her legs around her lover but found it impossible. She was still tangled and helpless. Her paw picked up the pace, making a desperate run for the finish.

"I need... oh, I... need..." She begged with a winded mewl.

Aaron's tongue slipped out of her anus, leaving it gaped and letting the cool air of the cabin in. He repositioned himself and absentmindedly kicked over a pan on the floor that was catching a leak in the roof. They both ignored the accident as his tongue started to lap at her fingers in encouragement. Mandy diddled herself with additional vigor and arched her back. She was quickly pushed over the edge. Mandy threw her head back as the euphoria swept over her. She gasped and cried out, causing the birds outside to mute their morning ritual at the disturbance.

She pulled her paw away from herself, streaming strands of saliva and kitten cum along with it. Aaron, however, wasn't finished. He dove right into the vacant position, his relentless tongue going back to work. Mandy squealed and squirmed. The first orgasm required a bit of work, but subsequent orgasms would arrive quickly as she would become hypersensitive. A condition that seemed to be aggravated by her pregnancy. In a few seconds her body jumped right back into climax, jolting through her and seeming to extend right out to the tips of her fur. One of her legs finally managed to pop free of her bloomers and she quickly did what she wanted to do so badly. She clamped her legs around Aaron's big, furry head as hard as she could, pressing his muzzle firmly against her mons. If it was uncomfortable for him he offered no complaint. His tongue continued its work, lapping away at her exposed love button.

Another powerful orgasm washed over her making her buck her pelvis hard enough to make Aaron pause his assault. He recovered quickly and continued. She could hear him breathing hard through his mouth, could feel the heat of it on her. She suddenly wanted-- needed to cuddle. She popped the only available candidate off her teat, snuggling Josh close to her face. Her little brother only gave a cursory mew of complaint before pawing at her face. He was done with breakfast and was open to some affection. He had grown concerned about all the funny noises his sister was starting to make anyway. He put a mouth on her nose, giving her a whiff of the strong, milky scent on his breath. The feline kissed him on his chubby cheek and stroked his ears in return.

Mandy grunted and swallowed hard as one climax dropped off only to herald the rise of the next one. Her throat was dry. Her body was quivering. Enough. Enough! She couldn't take any more! Mandy unlocked her legs from behind Aaron's head, her underwear still dangling from one ankle, and planted her feet on his shoulders. She intended to push him away. Her husband had other plans, locking an arm around her thigh to hold her in place. She pushed as hard as she could but he was so much stronger. She writhed and bucked but to no avail. His nose remained firmly against her and his tongue continued. Another swell of pleasure washed over her overtaxed body. She yowled and closed her eyes, this time something squirted out of her. Whether it was urine or something else she wasn't sure, but Aaron didn't seem to mind.

She couldn't think straight anymore. Without even realizing it she fell into a feral act of nervous grooming, licking the face and head of the cub on her chest. Josh mewed, but tolerated the unusual act. Mandy opened her eyes and discovered what she was doing.

"W... wait. St... stop." She murmured weakly. To her surprise her husband did. Raising his head to regard her with concern. His muzzle was wet and dripping. A gossamer strand still connected him to her, it glistened in the weak morning sunlight streaming through the window. She had squirmed nearly onto the floor and Aaron helped her back onto the chair. She immediately felt cold and wet underneath, her nightgown was completely soaked below the waist. She rested for a moment to catch her breath, leaning against her husband's chest as he stroked her hair. After a time she gathered up her brother and his blanket and stood up. She trembled a bit. All the slick, sensitive bits between her legs still craving respite. Aaron offered a paw but she waved him off curtly. She kicked off the still tangled underwear, now all muddy from the dirt floor, before shuffling to the crib to set her brother down. When she did Josh immediately busied himself playing with the wooden blocks he had in the crib. Aaron got up off the floor and sat down on the chair. He wiped his paw over his muzzle and smeared the mess onto the leg of his drawers. The feline turned around and walked back to him.

WOP!

Mandy surprised her husband with an open paw slap to his shoulder.

"You. Are. So. Bad!" She told him, punctuating each word with another strike. The open front of her nightgown fluttered back and forth as she struck. He put his arm up to defend himself, giggling as he did so. This wasn't a real attack, just a playful outburst of irritation, and probably something he deserved.

"What?" He asked innocently. His grin still gleaming with the evidence of his guilt.

"Why didn't you stop?" She demanded.

"I stopped as soon as you told me to."

She opened her mouth to reply with further accusations but realized that might have been true. "Ugh!" Mandy grumbled with a stomp of her foot. "You didn't stop when I wanted you to." She said in a low voice.

"What?"

"And look what you did to my nightgown!" She told him. "It's all wet."

Aaron reached forward and slipped the shoulders of the gown off her. It promptly fell to the floor, revealing his young wife in all her pregnant glory. Her round belly and swollen breasts stark, but enticing, contrast to her youthful and slender arms and legs. She gasped, her paws instinctively moving to cover herself before she could stop herself. She was still glowing fiercely from the aftereffects of their act. It could be seen even through her spotted, gray fur.

"Problem solved." Aaron told her.

"Oh, now it's dirty." She said.

Aaron chuckled and pulled her close to him between his knees. He ran his paws down the sides of her body until they cupped her buttocks. "I'll wash it." He promised.

Even when he was sitting Mandy still had to look up at him, but if she stood on her toes she was almost eye level with him. She put a paw on his wet face and looked into his dark eyes.

"What am I going to do with you?" She asked.

The bear thought about it for a second. "Put up with me, raise a family, then grow old and senile together?"

Mandy leaned in and hugged him and he wrapped his arms around her in return. "I guess I could do that." She told him. Even so, her brow furrowed in worry. He had said it was his birthday. She pawed at his fur, taking note of the scattered white and gray in the brown.

"How old are you?" She asked him. It wasn't so strange that she didn't know. It never seemed terribly important before. Or maybe she just didn't want to know.

"Thirty-nine." He told her. "Or was I thirty-nine last year? I guess that makes me forty."

Forty? He was even older than her father had been, and her father was gone. The thought saddened her. Before she could stop herself she started to cry.

"Hey, hey, what's this about?" Aaron said, stroking her hair.

The lynx shook her head. "It's nothing." She said with a sniffle and wiped her tears away with the heel of her paw. "I'm just being silly."

"Come here my silly kitten." The bear said, lifting his wife into his lap. She straddled him with her still wet genitalia against his groin. "What's so bad you need to shed tears over it?"

"We won't grow old together." Mandy told him.

Aaron thought about that for a second. "Are you burying me already?"

"No! No... it's just that by the time I'm your age..."

"I'll already be old." Aaron finished for her.

"Yeah."

Aaron considered what she was saying. "Okay, how about this?" He offered. "When I get too old for you, then you have my permission to marry a younger guy."

Mandy was appalled by the suggestion. "No."

"It will be fine." He continued. "I'll just go out and live in the forest again."

"No!"

"I'm sure I'd still be able to hunt while hobbling around with a cane."

"No! No! No!" Mandy insisted, beating him on the chest with balled paws. Then she climbed up on him and latched her arms around his neck, clutching him tight enough that it hurt. "Don't say things like that." She said as she nuzzled her face into his neck. "You'll make me cry again."

Aaron buried her in his arms and stood up. He carried his young wife over to the cabin door and opened it. He ducked through and out into the springtime day. Mandy could feel the cool breeze on her bare fur. She looked around, shielding her eyes from the low sun as it rose above the horizon of the far mountain. The snow was almost gone, only spots of deeper and shaded patches remained which were unlikely to survive the day. The trees in the surrounding forest were starting to come alive. Dogwoods provided a burst of white blooms while maple trees offered understated clusters of yellow-green blossoms to indicate that indeed the long winter had passed. Her father had burned out a section of the forest the previous year in order to expand the pitifully small field the previous owner had cleared. The fire had gotten a bit out of control and burned a path clear to the river. Fresh shoots of green sprung up in the shadows of the charred trees. A pair of feral deer grazed in the new growth, giving the bear a worrying look, but refusing to flee from the bounty they had found.

"Sweetie, I'm naked." Mandy complained. "Take me back inside."

"They don't seem to mind." Her husband said, indicating to the deer. "Besides, I think you've been cooped up long enough, don't you?" Aaron found the stump he used to split firewood and sat down on it.

She snuggled up to his warm body. "Just for a couple minutes." She said. "Josh doesn't like to be alone."

The bear looked over the cabin. Mandy's father hadn't built it, the cabin had already been there when they arrived. It had probably been abandoned for a few years and the lack of care was showing. "We have a lot of work to do." He told her. "I'm going to have to rebuild most of the cabin." He rubbed his wife on the belly. "I'll make it larger, add a room and a loft. That will take most of the summer. The field also needs to be turned. We have to recover that wagon too. We're going to need some oxen. There's a teamster in town who raises and trains them. I've saved up some of the buckskins and furs through the winter. I don't think it's enough, but I'll try to work out a deal with him. He might part with a yoke of younger oxen for a lower price. I'll also ask around and try to find a midwife who would be willing to come out here and help. We won't be able to pay her, but oftentimes they'll do it for a portion of the crops. Of course, that means we'll need seed too."

"I guess we have enough to worry about already." Mandy said.

The bear nodded. "All we can do is live our lives one day at a time and let come what may. I'll try my best not to get old too quickly."

The young lynx held onto her lover for a while. The outside air felt great. It smelled great. Fresh and pure. So much better than the stuffiness of the cabin.

"I want to go into town with you." Mandy said.

"Are you sure about that?" Aaron asked. "It's a long walk. Three days there three days back over the mountains, maybe longer if the trails are washed out. The nights are still going to be cold."

"I'm not so pregnant that I can't walk." She told him. "Josh has been healthy and I think he'll enjoy seeing new people. I want to see the town, I've never been there."

"There's not much to see." Aaron said. "Just a few buildings."

"I've been in a one room cabin for five months," Mandy insisted, "it won't take much to impress me." In truth, she couldn't stand the thought of being alone again. A few days of walking and sleeping in a tent didn't seem like a terrible price to pay to get away from the cabin and be with Aaron.

"Alright." The bear agreed. "Although it will make it really awkward to go to the brothel if you're there."

Mandy pulled back from him. "Excuse me?"

Aaron was trying his best to keep a serious face. "I'm afraid they might charge us extra. A lot of the girls don't care for that sort of work."

The lynx grabbed her husband by the muzzle with both paws, scrunching his lips up into a humorous pucker. "No brothels." She said.

"Although I heard that Susan might be willing." Aaron said through his scrunched mouth, his voice having a goofy, constrained quality to it.

Mandy mushed his face a bit more, pulling him closer. "No... brothels." She said very deliberately.

Aaron could feel her claws extending and poking at his skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to know they were there. He knew she wouldn't use them, but it was probably a good idea not to goad her any more. "Okee." He managed with a puckered fish-face. "No brothels."

She smiled at him and gave him a quick peck on his mushed up lips. "Good boy." She said before sliding off his lap and onto her knees. Mandy ran her paws down his chest and over his belly, only stopping when she got to the waistband of his drawers. "I don't like sharing."

"Oh, no?" Aaron asked.

The feline plucked at the laces that fastened the crotch of his underwear. "Unh-uh." She said with seduction in her voice. There was a naughty glint in her eyes as she pried open the front of his drawers. She could feel the cold and damp of the muddy earth soak through the fur on her knees, but at the moment she didn't concern herself with it. She had a sudden need.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this out here." Aaron said. "Josh might be wondering where we are."

Mandy grinned up at him. "He won't remember." With that she reached in and pulled out her husband's member. His objection had been noted, but ignored.

The bear made a pleasant groan as his incredible organ was exposed to the chilled air. She had caught him by surprise in a state of half-erection. His penis was outside of its sheath, but not rigid and ready. It flopped out of his underwear drunkenly. A wonderfully heavy, hot and fragrant thing. It had frightened her at one time, but now it was a familiar and comforting weight in her paws. Damn right she wasn't going to share it! It was for her and her alone.

She ran her paws over his length, the flesh already starting to stiffen. She adored the feel of it coming to life in her grip. The strength of her husband that she could feel through it. The ultimate manifestation of his maleness. To have it in her paws and feel it respond to her femininity so eagerly gave her so much confidence. That even in her pregnant state she was still desirable by him. She rubbed the side of her face against it to feel it on her fur. The scent of him was so strong and alluring. She could feel the tingle in the low part of her belly. The desire to mate despite there being no biological reason to. Only a want of sexual closeness to her partner.

Mandy had refused to put her mouth on him early in their relationship, but she had since overcome that limitation. At first she thought it odd to take such a position of worship for his genitalia, now it seemed only natural to do so. She licked the tip of his penis with her rough tongue, eliciting a deep, quaking moan from her husband. The lynx lacked the oral prowess of the bear, but she was slowly starting to develop her own style and skills. Using what she had to get increasingly interesting responses from him. Her husband was straightforward and bestial. She tried to be much more subtle.

She took a small amount of the tip of his icicle shaped phallus into her mouth. It was slightly bitter and had a touch of salty flavor of pre-cum that seeped out of it. Not a bad taste but distinctively fierce and masculine. She ran the soft underside of her tongue over tip, enjoying the feel of how it continued to harden in her mouth. She pulled back, letting the tip come out with a deliberately audible pop, making Aaron seethe some air through his teeth. She pressed her thumbs into the base of his penis and a drop of clear fluid appeared from her husband's urethra. Mandy ran her rough tongue from her thumbs all the way up his extraordinary length before licking off the drop.

There was more in there she knew. A lot more. Mandy had learned how to milk it out. She kept her thumbs firmly on his penis and worked them upward. The glistening fluid started to trickle out and run down, meeting her thumb halfway up the shaft. It ran over them and continued down. She worked all the way up, getting as much of the slick juice out as she could. When she was finished there was a river of it from the tip all the way down to his sheath.

Satisfied with what she had gotten, she started to smear it around on the shaft. It was a wonderfully slippery substance. Like an oil, only not unpleasant to touch. It made his penis velvety smooth and she could feel all the veiny textures underneath his skin. Stroking him was so much easier with it. Judging from his reaction, much more pleasurable as well.

She used both paws on him. She had little choice in that matter. It was so big and heavy that it was impossible for her to get a sufficient grip of it with one paw. She stroked him slowly, enjoying the hot shape in her paws. Mandy kept her face close, letting him feel her breath and the occasional tickle of her fur against him. Once in a while she would offer a nuzzle or a soft nip of her teeth to get a desired response from him. Make him grunt or curl his toes and get rewarded with one of those grand facial contortions.

The pre-cum on his prick started to froth and dry up, turning white and losing it's consistency. A good squeeze introduced more and she continued at a more vigorous pace. Aaron put his paws on her head. Mandy worried that he might pull her onto him and force oral copulation, he could be over exuberant during foreplay both giving and receiving. Instead he found a sensitive spot behind her ears to scratch. It sent a pleasant shiver down her back. Today she was content to let her work.

Oral sex was a skill that was difficult to learn, she found. Her teeth were sharp and her tongue was rough. Her husband's phallus was the most sensitive part of his body. She discovered that harsh stimuli would initially get a good response from him, overdoing it would cause him pain and sometimes even minor injury. Her first attempt had actually broken the skin from the excessive abrasion of her tongue. Something that took a few days for him to recover fully from. It worried her at the time because she feared that maybe he wouldn't allow it anymore. It pained her to think he might not trust her with such an intimate task. That she had failed in some way as a lover with her incompetence. However, her husband had been patient and willing to risk further injury so she could hone the skill.

She took him into her mouth again, but this time more than the tip. Aaron groaned and pinched her ears, rubbing them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers. She could feel the hot, throbbing organ twitch in her mouth. She let it roll her tongue to the side so only the soft part of it came into contact. She would use the flat rough part only sporadically so as not to wear out its welcome. The icicle point of his penis touched the back of her throat, something that used to make her gag, but she had learned to suppress it. She bobbed on him, switching which side her tongue folded with each bob. She stroked the length of the shaft that she couldn't fit in with her paws, synchronizing the effort with her mouth. Occasionally she would let it slip out and slide her mouth down the side of the shaft. Adding additional lubricant and giving some oral attention to the long length of her lover that couldn't fit inside of her.

Mandy realized she was purring. Something her mother had discouraged as undignified, but her husband found to be endearing. It seemed fine to couple it with this activity, something else her mother no doubt would have found appalling. She hoped Aaron could feel the vibrations from it, just thinking about it made her purr that much harder.

She went back to sucking him, only this time she reached into his underwear and pried out his heavily laden testes. When it was cold they would often be firm up against his body, but now they were loose and pliable. She liked it better when they were like that. Such heavy and unruly things they were, sloshing around in the loose skin and slipping from her grasp. This was his magic. What had given her cubs in her womb. She wanted to thank them for that.

The young lynx let his organ pop out of her mouth again. She pushed his penis up against his stomach so she could continue to stroke it without losing her grip. Mandy cupped his furry balls with the other paw and leaned in. She licked them with the raspy flat of her tongue. Aaron moaned and cradled her head in his paws. She bit down on the skin and pulled back to stretch it out before releasing it to let it bounce back to normal. It was still a sensitive part of him, but was much more tolerant of rough play. She could use her tongue and teeth on him without risking undue injury, so long as she wasn't rough with the contents.

Oh, that fiery scent of him! It filled her head with the delicious, testosterone laden aroma. She lapped at his nuts aggressively, ignoring the fur that shed off into her mouth. That feral grooming need set in again. To clean him, to own him, to get as much of herself on him as possible. In between licking his scrotum she would rub the sides of her face against it and press her body against the insides of his thighs. This was all too much for her husband. Aaron took a firm grip on the back of her hair and lifted her head, his penis already in paw.

"Wai-!" Was all she managed before his prick entered her mouth, she only succeeded in making a glurk noise. She instinctively tried to pull back, but that was useless. It invaded her all the way back to the throat and only stopped by the inability to make the turn down her esophagus. After the initial surprise she remembered to relax. To breathe through her nose and inhibit the reflex to choke on the mass of meat. To work with him and not against him and protect him from her teeth. This wasn't a cruel thing he was doing, only a natural response to her advances. She had no doubt if she complained he would never do it again, but despite her watering eyes she relished this. That he was reduced to such a state for want of her.

Mandy looked up at him. Her husband was so intense and lost in the activity. Her paw found it's way over her pregnant belly and between her legs. Still wet, and despite her rough orgasms earlier, ready for more. She inserted two digits into her eager hole. What a thing they were doing! Out here in the open. In the mud and snow. In the cool spring air. Not even trying to hide the deed. It was almost a shame that the only witness was the local wildlife.

It was time to finish it. If she let it continue too long her throat would get bruised terribly. She subtly added additional stimulation. Allowed him to feel the roughness of her tongue. A gentle bit of scraping with her teeth. Kneaded his scrotum with her free paw. A tempting sway of her hips and tail. An uptick in the tempo of the act. A few more thrusts and he released, clutching her head tightly in place with his penis lodged in her throat. Mandy was forced to swallow the spew of semen to keep it from her lungs and make her choke and cough. She pushed away from him and an impossible amount of his member slid out of her mouth. Too quickly she had done so, an additional spurt relieved itself into her open maw and across her face. Despite her best efforts she did cough and the salty white mucus dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts.

"Sorry." Aaron said as he looked down at his young, pregnant wife kneeling in the mud. She shook her head with a smile and dismissed the apology as unnecessary. Her paw was still between her legs, diddling herself softly. Her other paw toying with the ejaculate on her breast, smearing it over her nipple. She was breathing hard and heavy. To mate! To mate! To mate! She didn't want apologies, she wanted to mate! Can't he see that? Can't he keep up with his young lover? She leaned forward and grasped him by the penis, making him grunt. His overstimulated member was trying to retreat into its sheath, but she wasn't about to let that happen. They weren't done yet.

"Come here, love." Mandy said as she stood up, pulling her husband along by his phallus. Aaron had little choice but to follow, not that he was entertaining any thoughts of resisting. There was a crunch of snow underfoot. The lynx had found the mound where it had been piled throughout the winter to keep the path clear. There, that was where she wanted to be. That was where she wanted to make love. On top of the last remains of the long hard winter. An act of defiance to the land that spit, clawed, and bit at them as best as it could only to have them emerge victorious. She lowered herself onto the snow, dragging him with her. Mandy laid back, gasping at the cold sensation against her. Aaron knelt down between her legs and she hooked her feet on his powerful torso.

She clasped her lover by the fur on his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. He appeared ready to resist, but Mandy would have none of that. You don't get to stick your tongue up your wife's tail hole and expect you can turn your nose up at a cum splattered face. Unspoken reasoning that Aaron couldn't counter. He dropped down into her lips that had his own subtle flavoring adding spice to it. She clutched onto him, pressing herself into the kiss, entwining her raspy tongue with his soft one. His breath was hot and delicious. Aaron grasped a pawful of the snow, it scraunched in his grip. Mandy broke the kiss with a squeal when he rubbed the frozen snowball onto her chest, only to dive back into him with additional vim. He was such a bad bear!

The contradictory senses of the cold snow and hot bear made the kit's fur dance and tingle. She desperately wanted to be a part of him. She slid her face off his lips and pulled his ear close. "I love you." She whispered. "Do you love me?"

"More than I ever thought possible." Arron told her.

"Show me." She begged.

Aaron's face slid away from her as he positioned his giant frame. The sky was blocked out by his furry chest, and she reached up and grabbed bunches of the fur to hold him. His hips pressing in and forcing her legs apart. The snow underneath groaned as the weight of him pressed down onto her. His dick came in contact with her eagerly glistening vagina and her pelvis responded, clenching her rump and bucking upward, forcing the first few inches in. The bear sunk into her the rest of the way and Mandy sucked in a gasp of air, letting it out with a trembling sigh. She could endure much more of him without pain than she used to be able to, but still not all. Sadly, she might never be able to take all of him. The physical differences were just too great.

The bear was aware of the limits of his wife, never pressing beyond it. As assertive as he could be during foreplay, he was a totally different animal during the act. A gentle lamb with a giant penis. He put an arm behind her head, both so she would rest her head comfortably on his forearm and to keep her in place during the act. Mandy loved it like this. To be completely trapped in place by him and able to trust him implicitly. There was nothing wrong with any of the other positions they made love in, but this one was the best. Belly to belly and able to hold each other, with their growing family in between. All of his power and male sexuality on top of her. Both protecting and dominating while in service to her.

He started slowly. Making long, deliberate thrusts into her. Mandy mewed softly at the feeling of pressure that grew inside the lower part of her back with each lunge. There was a spot about halfway inside of her, every time the tip of his prick ran over it there was a small jolt that made her legs twitch. She gripped his fur tighter, pulling at him encouragingly. He sped up in response. The lynx tossed her head, letting out a whimpered cry. She could already feel it boiling up inside, the tingling precursor to an orgasm.

Heaven! This was heaven. As wonderful as her husband was at foreplay, it seemed to pale in comparison. There was a disconnect with oral sex, where they were only giving or receiving pleasure. With this there was more than simple pleasure. There was also a certain harshness to a climax reached via his mouth, a coerced quality to it. Wholly different from the natural rise to it when they made love. The build up inside wasn't a forced direction, but a delightful happenstance to an activity she would have adored even without it.

Aaron put both his arms behind her with his elbows in the snow just over her shoulders, locking her even tighter in place. He continued with shorter and quicker movements. Mandy arched her back with each thrust, drawing her knees closer to herself hoping to give him a little more room inside of her. She could feel the weight of her tits as they bounced and jiggled with the rhythm. A bit of milk oozed from the nipples to mingle with her husband's cum that was drying on her chest. In her womb their offspring kicked at her unwillingness to remain still. She grabbed Aaron further up his body, pawing at him insistently. She couldn't even feel the cold of the snow underneath her anymore. She felt so hot she imagined she was melting right through it. Despite herself the lynx's claws came out. She couldn't help it. Her husband grunted when they sunk in, but didn't object and certainly didn't allow it to disrupt what he was doing. His fur was thick enough to prevent her from doing any serious harm anyway.

Mandy threw her head back and let out a squeal of delight. From the cabin Joshua hollered a reply, wondering what was happening and why he had been left out of it. The feline barely registered her brother's complaint. She was lost in her husband. Her tingling insides responding so gleefully to being pressed and stretched. Aaron put more of his weight onto her and the pace quickened. She buried her face into his chest and raked her claws down his sides. She wasn't trying to hurt him, but the need to eliminate any gaps between them was too great. To be as much a part of him as possible. Maybe if she pulled hard enough she could actually be him. How wonderful that would be.

Mandy could feel it climbing up inside of her. She held her breath in anticipation of the climax. The last bit of her inhibitions were finally lost as it unleashed its wild fury inside of her. She started to scream out in ecstasy, making no attempt at modesty. Just open praise to the god that she had married. The deer that had been stubbornly feeding nearby finally spooked and elected to vacate the area, their tails flashing white behind them. She was aware that she was suddenly sloppy and wet on the inside. With delight she realized she was full of semen and Aaron had also climaxed. They had timed it perfectly! How glorious! Knowing they had shared the moment in such synchronicity somehow heightened the culmination of the act, elongating her orgasm. She didn't want it to end.

All things must end, of course, and too soon she found herself gasping for breath under her husband, awash in the afterglow. He slipped out of her and she groaned in disappointment, hooking her heels onto him in an attempt to keep him in place. She would have grabbed him with her paws but found she was restrained from doing so. Aaron had her by the wrists and was holding her arms down over her head. Clutched in her paws were two fistfuls of his fur.

"Oh!" She wasn't even aware that he had done that. She had been so lost in her pleasure.

"You were getting a little sharp." He explained.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He said as he let go of her. "You hardly broke the skin." There was a crunch of snow when he reclined next to her.

Mandy clenched her legs to try and keep the ejaculate from escaping. A hopeless endeavor. She could already feel the hot male juice running down over her anus. She brushed his fur off of her paws, dismayed by how much she had pulled out of him. She sat up and put her paws on him to examine what she had done. She smoothed down the fur and found thin reddened lines zigzagging his skin, they had swelled slightly and some of them oozed tiny droplets of blood.

"I'm sorry." She said again.

"A small price to pay." He assured her.

She gathered up some of the snow and rubbed it on his injured skin. He winced at the cold but tolerated her attention. Powerful emotions welled up inside of Mandy, coupled with all-encompassing aftereffects of their act it overwhelmed her. She fell against her husband and started to cry. Aaron put his arm around her and caressed her hair, holding her while she let it all out. After a few minutes she calmed down and started to run her paw through his fur. She rubbed the tears from her face and noticed she could hear a yowling from the cabin.

"The baby is crying." She said.

"He's been doing that for a while." Arron told her.

Mandy groaned. "I'm such a bad mother."

"Yes, you are." He said with a chuckle.

"Uh!" Mandy pushed at him playfully as she stood up. Her husband gave her a quick swat on the behind. She giggled and shook her tail at him as she bounded into the cabin to calm her brother.

* * *

Aaron rested where he was for a while, absentmindedly rubbing at his minor injuries and enjoying the aftereffects of coitus. Not for the first time he wished desperately for some tobacco. He had run out months ago. Maybe he could manage to scrape together enough for some when he went into town. Though probably not. Stores would be low and it was unlikely any shipments had come in this early yet. Prices will be high for the bare necessities, let alone any indulgences.

He supposed he could always fall back onto his old habits. Use theft or intimidation to get what he needed or wanted, but things were different now. He had an adoring, beautiful wife carrying his cubs. He couldn't simply uproot and move on once he had squandered all the goodwill the locals bothered to extend him as he had done so many times before. When Mandy's parents died it left the deed to the land her father purchased in her name. By extension he was now a landowner as well. This was not just a small plot of land with a cabin and a few acres of tract as he had originally assumed, her father had somehow managed to purchase half the valley. Yes, it was a vastly overgrown frontier, but it was fertile. If one were to manage it properly they could become quite wealthy in time. That was not something that could be left behind.

There was more to it than that. When he had met Mandy she called him a scoundrel. For the first time such an accusation wounded him. That she knew exactly what he was had humiliated him. She had faced him with such courage and part of him couldn't stand the idea of making her a victim. She was better than him and he had no right to her. Even so, he still wanted her. He had to tear her down to his level first. Leave her alone to suffer and starve. To make her appreciate him despite what he was. To break her so he could claim her.

Then he happened across her father.

In all his life Aaron had never met anyone as utterly incompetent as that male. It was only by blind luck that he had managed to make it as far in his life as he did without killing himself. The lynx had gotten his wagon hopelessly stuck in the mud some fifty yards from the trail, how exactly he had done that was beyond the bear. While trying to dislodge it he had untethered the ox for some reason. It promptly wandered off and fell into a ravine, killing it instantly. Despite knowing this he was still trying to dig out the wheels of the wagon. Aaron guessed his insane intention being to pull it back himself. The lynx's eyes were fatigued to the point of madness when he begged the bear for assistance.

Aaron had approached with every intention of helping, and somehow leveraging the mishap in his favor. Unfortunately the longer he stayed with the male the more discouraging he realized the situation was. The lynx had barely purchased enough provisions to get through the month, let alone the entire winter. What was worse was the vast majority of what he had purchased was flour, made even worse by the fact that he had allowed it to get wet. Even if it hadn't gotten wet and been ruined, the family would have been losing their teeth to scurvy trying to subsist on biscuits. Of course, that assumed they didn't starve to death first. The fool had even let his rifle rust to the point of uselessness. He wouldn't even be able to hunt for food. To top it off he had the audacity to tell him how proud he was that he had gotten all that and still had his wife's brooch. Something he couldn't stand to part with.

Aaron made sure he didn't have to. Not in this lifetime, at least.

There was an epiphany moment for Aaron as he watched the lynx's eyes roll back into his head when the bear's powerful paws crushed the life out of him. That he was no better than this idiot. That he had a responsibility that he was avoiding. That someone's life besides his own mattered to him. Even if he didn't get what he wanted he had to do what was right. Mandy was brave and strong, but she needed help. He had to help her. He was going to help her. Killing this clown that had destroyed his own family for want of more was just the beginning. It was his first real act of love in his entire miserable life.

Aaron was shaken back to the present by his wife appearing in the doorway of the cabin wearing only an apron. "Breakfast will be ready soon." Mandy told him. "Stop lounging around and get cleaned up."

All in all, things turned out rather well.

"Yes, dear." The bear replied obediently. He stood up and brushed the snow off of himself before stretching with a pleased grunt. At the doorway he found a pan of warm water and rag that his wife had left for him. He cleaned off his paws and scrubbed his face. He looked around at the beautiful morning that presented before him feeling quite pleased with himself. It felt good to do the right thing. He turned around and ducked into the cabin.

The End