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Bear Necessities

Written by Leo_Todrius

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The woods were quiet and still as the sun set. There were a few owls hooting, one boat left on the lake, but for the most part it was quiet. It was a welcome break to the constant sounds of construction during the day. The house was partly built, at least the framework was up... Beams, studs, even the trusses that the roof would rest on eventually. The skeleton was up, built on site, a mix of materials brought in and a few native elements sourced for the project. When it was done it would be a fine home... and Zack wished it could be his.

The twenty-four-year-old sat up on a mossy boulder, sipping his can of beer, looking over the construction site and the lake. He'd flunked out of college, gotten an apprentice job in construction, made enough money during the on season and couch surfed during the off season. It didn't feel like a way to live, but he hadn't lived any other way. His brown hair was long, tied into a ponytail that hung down beneath the brim of his backwards baseball hat. His black t-shirts had speckled of paint and plaster stuck to it, the band emblem worn off. His jeans were stained by wood stain and primer and his shoes had a caked-on exterior of building materials while still being worn and threadbare in other spots.

Once more he brought the can to his lips, sipping away. The malty, crisp taste of the beverage helped to mellow his thoughts of the coming winter, the thoughts of feeling the tug and weight of his self-doubt like an anchor. He closed his green eyes for a long moment, tipped his head back, then opened his eyes again. Staring up through the trees, he saw the stars. They were so vivid and so bright this far away from the city. There was no light pollution, no smog, nothing to distract from nature's true splendor.

"It's unmistakable, isn't it?" a voice asked. Zack turned around so fast he almost sprained his neck, doing a double take when he saw it was the person that had hired the crew. Zack scrambled up to his feet, haphazardly setting the can down behind the rock, trying to keep it out of view. The man chuckled, a sound that seemed like he wasn't too unfamiliar with, "Relax, it's alright. I know how construction work can go. My dad was a journeyman plasterer for years." He said.

"Mister Powell... I-" Zack hesitated before putting on a nervous smile, "I didn't know that you were going to be up here yet." He said, trying to save grace. The man moved closer, stepping into what little light came down through the trees. He was in his mid to late thirties, his brown hair thinning a bit, compensated for by the robust and slightly longer than well-groomed beard he had. He was a large man in several senses of the word, standing at six feet tall, broad shoulders, strong legs and a bit of a belly on him.

"Please, call me Ben." He smiled, "It's hard for me to imagine being anywhere else. One of the perks of my good fortune I suppose. I have to admit, I was surprised your work-crew wanted to stay out here overnight though..." Zack smiled a bit.

"It saves loads on gas money, let alone housing. Plus, that way the guys don't spend all their earnings before they get them." Zack added. Ben nodded.

"Not a terrible idea, but I wanted to do one last check. There have been some rumors of animal attacks around the lake. I wanted to warn you to stay close to your camp. There is safety in numbers." Ben said. Zack swallowed a bit.

"Attacks? What kind?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing too serious so far, but better safe than sorry. I heard it's a bear." Ben warned. Zack shifted a little. He'd never read up on bears. He didn't even know what kind of attacks they conducted. Did they claw at people? Bite them? Eat them? Ben could see the scenarios going through the construction worker's head. "Just... stay close to your team, you should be fine." Ben said, "But I better hit the sack. Thanks for all your hard work." Ben said, bowing his head before he moved off, following a scant trail through the brush before disappearing.

Zack stood there a moment longer, weighing what their client had said before he remembered his beer. He went back and grabbed the can; thankful it hadn't attracted any ants or slugs or anything. He looked around a bit before he took a sip and moved back down the slope, heading toward the skeleton of the house and the tents beyond.

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Silence pervaded the woods. Even the owls had gone quiet, no longer hooting. The squirrels slept, the workers slept, and Zack was doing everything he could to stay asleep. Not wanting to get out of bed was something that most people shared. Zack had even learned that there was a clinical term for it, Dysania... but this was a little different. His 'bed' was a sleeping bag, and the real reason for not wanting to get up was that it was cold outside. He had little doubt that he would have been sleeping well if the beers he had consumed hadn't gone right through him. He had to go pee so bad that his cock had grown hard just as a defense mechanism, but there was only so long he could hold it.

With great reluctance, Zack unzipped himself and slipped out of his sleeping bag, though it wasn't quite as cold as he had imagined - either that, or his sleeping bag wasn't very insulated and he'd acclimatized. Zack stood up and yawned, taking a deep breath. He could still smell the fresh cut wood, the tang of the screws, the unmistakable scent of freshly poured concrete. Everything about the construction site was new, seated in a forest that was ancient... and now he had to do what the animals did.

The first part turned out to be the hardest - navigating out of the shell of the house with no light. It wasn't much better outside, but at least there were some stars and the moon. Zack felt a little out of place. He had been a city boy and now he was deep in the woods, although his long hair at least made him feel a bit natural, a bit like he belonged. He crept away from the building, trying to decide how far to go. The idea of one of his coworkers hearing, or worse, seeing him was unappealing.

Zack moved around the edge of a boulder, then another. He looked back toward the construction site. He could still see it, but maybe if he crouched... The young man exhaled a little before he lowered his center of gravity and reached to unzip. As he did, he felt something wobble beneath him and then give out. In an instant he was sliding. The first few moments were the biggest shocks as he buffeted along, bouncing off of stones, moss and the natural detritus of the woods.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zack moaned as he slid down the incline, picking up speed. It was so hard to see in the dark, but he could tell he was headed for something big at the bottom of the slope. His hands tried in futile efforts to slow his descent. At the end, Zack just closed his eyes before impact. There was a crack, a snap, and then a strange squishy sound as the young man came to an abrupt stop.

The first thing Zack noticed was the lack of extreme pain, followed shortly after by the realization that he was waist deep in something sticky. He moved his leg, feeling something syrupy all around it with chunks of something firm and yet pliant, almost waxy. Zack reached down and dipped his hand in it before lifting it up, stretching out a long tendril of goo. Even in the faint moonlight, the substance was a rich amber hue.

Confused and curious, Zack brought his hand closer to his face. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out ever so gently, gingerly sampling the surface of the goo. A rich, robust, sweet flavor enveloped his mouth, coupled with the faint hints of clover, lavender, and other floral notes. Zack let out a soft coo. It was the most delicious honey he'd ever tasted in his life... although where there was honey, there usually were bees.

Zack listened, but heard no buzzing. He moved his legs in the honey and while he felt bits of broken honeycomb, he didn't feel anything smaller floating around inside. All things considered, it could have been a lot worse. Zack reached around and found the edge of the hive he had crashed through. It didn't seem strong enough to support his weight to pull himself out, but the hive had been lodged between split branches of an old tree. He grabbed onto one of them with both hands and began to pull.

The honey didn't seem to want to release him, but the construction work hadn't left him a complete weakling. He slipped up to his thighs, then his knees before he lifted one leg, holding himself aloft long enough to loop it over the branch. With three points of contact it was far easier to get his last leg free. Sheets of honey dribbled off of him as he swung himself back and forth to get just a bit of inertia up before he let go, landing in a messy heap next to the hive.

He tried to wipe the honey off of him in a futile effort. Even when he scraped off gobs of it, there was more clinging to his arms, his shirt, his chin. Every few scrapes, he'd take another taste. The guys would never believe what he found, and if he came back the next day the bees would probably be angry... then again, they should have when he came crashing through. Things just weren't adding up, but for once Zack wasn't going to question it. Landing in the hive had been the best outcome after sliding down such a steep embankment.

Bracing himself for the inevitable, Zack turned to try and figure out a way back up the incline. At first, he wondered if he'd landed behind a big boulder that blotted out the stars and what moonlight there was, but then the shapeless mass shrouded in shadow and darkness rose taller... and taller... and taller. The creature turned, its huge form outlined against the dim light. Zack made out its short muzzle, its big black nose, shoulders, arms, and even the glint of light on its long, sharp claws.

Zack froze in place, trying to remember what the rules were for coming across bears... Was he supposed to run? Could it see him if he stayed frozen? Was he supposed to make a threatening display or back away slowly? Frozen in panic, Zack did none of those things even as the creature stepped closer and closer. It was huge, standing on its strong hind legs, its furry belly round and full.

The huge bear sniffed the air, its wet nose wriggling as it picked up the aroma. It sniffed a second time, then a third before it leaned down slowly, its head dropping past Zack's as it leaned in, putting its nose directly against his stomach. It nuzzled in and then lifted his shirt with its snout. Zack trembled with fear, but that fear turned to surprise as he felt a tongue rather than teeth. The bear lapped at his stomach, licking the honey from his flesh. It was rough and course, huge and strong, and it worked rather effectively.

Zack shook, feeling torn between screaming and laughing. The bear licked his stomach clear, then his chest, the tongue working over his nipple and then his collar bone. Zack chuckled, feeling a bit ticklish. The bear grunted and a paw came up. Zack yelped and tried to move, but the beast grabbed him by his bunched-up shirt. Zack tried to get free, but he gasped as the bear tore the shirt apart and he dropped down to the ground, bare chested.

The bear licked the torn garment before tossing it aside, turning back towards Zack. Its big, dark eyes looked over the human before following the fuzzy trail from his navel down to the waistband of his pants... pants that were still saturated with honey. Zack followed the beast's gaze, looking down at himself before he went pale.

"Oh hell no..." He whispered before he fumbled with his belt, unclasping it before he tried to unbutton them as fast as possible. The bear surged, coming down atop him, landing on all fours. Zack let out a short scream before he felt that muzzle rooting around his crotch, then that huge tongue slurping and licking. He grunted, managing to get the zipper down, his hand grazing one of the beast's fangs.

"Come on, there's a while hive of honey right there, cracked open and ready to go. There aren't even any bees there!" He moaned. He grabbed his pants by the belt loops and tugged them down, bringing his legs up beneath the furry mass of the beast on top of him, kicking them off. They landed in a wet, sticky heap in the leaves, but the bear didn't move. In fact, he seemed even more dedicated.

Zack let out a shocked yelp of surprise as he felt the bear's tongue move up his thigh, slipping into the leg of his boxers. Zack grunted and tried to scoot away, but the bear lifted its mighty paw and put it down on his chest. Zack grunted as the air was pushed out of his lungs and he was pinned to the ground, then he gasped as that prehensile, dexterous tongue left his leg and wrapped around his cock instead...

Only then did Zack realize that at some point during the fall or seeing the bear, he must have wet himself. His bladder was empty, and his cock had been released from its fugue state. Now that it was no longer trying to hold back the flood, it felt free to react to the rather novel stimuli that a tongue was coiling around his honey slicked cock.

Once more, the young man was torn between two extremes. His fingers dug into the earth, his back arched. He grunted in pleasure and fear and tried to push himself free, but the bear had pinned him down. He gasped and panted as his cock was licked and slurped upon even after the honey had been cleaned from it. Zack's face scrunched up in confusion, though they snapped back open as he heard the sound of tearing cloth.

With its free paw, the bear sliced through Zack's boxers, cutting from the top down before it grabbed the cloth and tossed it away. Zack was now dressed only in his worn, battered backwards baseball cap. The bear licked the honey from his legs, his hips, even going back to double check on his chest. If it had been after the honey, it would have gone for the hive or the clothes, but it had meticulously removed Zack's clothing. Now he lay there on the forest floor, naked, sprawled out on the fallen leaves. Something wasn't right...

"You can let me go there, big guy. Your food is over there..." Zack whispered, barely able to speak with the paw on his chest. The beast turned and looked at him for a moment before it moved, coming eye to eye with Zack. Zack looked back, finding something oddly sentient in those eyes, something almost familiar. As he gazed in, the bear leaned closer and its tongue slipped out of its lips and into Zack's.

Zack yelped again as his mouth was invaded by the wriggling, undulating tongue of the ursine attacker. He tried to keep the tongue out, then to push it back, but none of it was strong enough for him. The tongue slipped and slid around Zack's mouth, sliding back and forth, bringing with it more of that clover-sweet flavor from the honey. Zack murmured, enjoying the taste despite himself. The honey tasted like life, like energy, it woke him up - then again, that could have just been the adrenaline.

The bear shifted, moving its paw from Zack's chest to his shoulder. He was still trapped, but at least he could breathe. The bear adjusted his posture as well, one thick leg arching over Zack before he came back down. Zack grunted and then moaned in surprise as he felt something long, slick, hairless and incredibly hard land against his groin and stomach. The bear grunted and gyrated forward and back, humping Zack, then humping him again... and again.

Zack laid on the ground, barely able to comprehend what was going on. Never before in his life had he imagined he'd be pinned to the ground by a bear that was humping him. He had to be thankful at least that it wasn't trying to fuck him with that monster. He'd have a broken pelvis at the very least... but as the bear kept going, Zack couldn't fight his body's natural response even if he wanted to.

No matter how he felt about his life or death situation, his body didn't seem to realize it was in danger. As far as it was concerned, he had another heavy, hot body against him. They were grinding cocks together, they were kissing... That bear's tongue hadn't given up. It even tried to go down the back of his throat once or twice. As terrifying as it was, Zack felt his cock go rock hard, his nipples ache, and his mouth to water.

He kept repeating to himself that he was not turned on by a bear, that this was just a crossed wire in his brain. There was no way he could be enjoying this... but despite his mental efforts, he found his one free hand to reach out, dipping into the bear's fur, sinking deeper until it found flesh that it caressed and rubbed. The bear grunted, then shuddered, then tipped its head back and let out a roar.

Before Zack could brace himself, the bear's huge cock shuddered, spasmed and then erupted. Thick gobs of bear semen gushed out across his chest. It was thicker than the honey, clinging to his chest hair, coating his nipples and splattering across his throat and chin. Zack froze mid-stride as he was cum on, selling the earthy, musky scent coating him. He exhaled slowly, deciding it might be wise to hold still once again.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Zack wondered if that was what one was supposed to do to survive a bear attack. Maybe that's what the construction site owner had meant about bear attacks. Maybe this beast had gotten too friendly with a few hikers, maybe he was the lucky one. Now that he'd 'eaten' and he'd had a good time, maybe the bear would go away... but as the moments passed, the bear wasn't moving, and Zack started to feel something else, something different.

Zack had never been a strong kid. He'd been lanky in high school, more likely to be found on a skateboard than the sports field. Construction had given him some muscles, but he'd still been the runt of the team, a gopher. Somehow, for the first time in his life, he felt a strength building in his chest. It was as if the bear semen was marinating, soaking in, fostering something that had never been realized.

What had started as a tingle became a burning sensation. Zack wriggled, trying to break free, starting to hiss as the sensation covered his chest and stomach. He tried to get up, but the beast wouldn't let him. The bear stayed right there, pinning him, watching him. It leaned down slowly and gave Zack's chest one slurp, clearing away a stripe of the cum to reveal hair so thick on his chest that the skin couldn't be seen.

Zack forced his head up and looked down, seeing a chest he didn't recognize... It was hairy, even furry, and it was growing. Zack moaned, his back arching. His chest felt like it had been tenderized like a filet, but the flesh did more than just ache - it grew. His chest expanded upward and outward, rounding as it grew. His stomach firmed, the soft tummy becoming a hard stomach as lumps formed one after another. More hair bristled, poking out through the slimy slick coating. Hundreds of new hairs emerged, then thousands, giving Zack a pelt.

The hair spread quickly, reaching down across his stomach to his groin where his pubic hair became fur, wreathing his still hard cock before coating his balls. The hair sprouted from his throat, then his chin. A long, thick tuft of brown hair began unspooling from his jaw, dropping down an inch, then two, then three. More hair bristled across his jaw, then his cheeks. Zack panted hard, moaning, trying to break free. His fingers dug deeper into the dirt beneath him, but as his fingernails dragged through the pebbles and the soil, they grew longer and sharper and darker, honing into claws.

"No, what's... what's happening to me?!" Zack asked before he grunted, moaning and then roaring. His cock throbbed and ached as it started to extend, growing fatter and longer at the same time. His balls began to swell, his shoulders popped and snapped as they grew wider. His cheeks darkened with stubble, then hair. It pushed out above his upper lip before his eyebrows grew together. His hair broke free of the band holding it in ponytail, spilling out across the ground.

Every part of the young man was on fire, tingling and aching and burning. He tried to break free, he tried to move, he tried to do anything. His hips raised up and came back down, though he winced as he landed on a sensitive nub of flesh and fur between his ass cheeks, a nub that had not been there before. He roared again, his voice dropping more as his beard got thicker, his brow bone swelled, and his hands got bigger.

The bear pinning him seemed quite delighted by the changes in its prey, leaning down to lick the young man's beard, then his furry pecs, then his thickening stomach. Zack writhed more, fighting against his captor, managing to scoot his shoulder off the ground an inch, then two, then three. The bear growled and pinned him back down, but Zack felt amazed that he'd made that much progress.

With each thrashing movement, Zack's body grew. His spine stretched larger, his ribs pushed out and apart. His shoulders unfurled; his neck broadened. He looked like a linebacker that had been dipped in fur, but it wasn't enough. Zack's toes stung as his toenails sunk down into his digits, the skin growing over the top of them. For a moment they were formless, but then the tips grew red and irritated before claws broke free, stretching out long and proud.

Zack's grunts were becoming more animal by the second, his sweat soaking his hair and fur. What had started as a thick and luscious beard was turning into something more as the fur left its normal bounds behind, growing up his cheeks, spanning his nose and crossing his forehead before surrounding his eyes. His face felt hot and numb as his jaw cracked and shifted, his mouth pushing outward.

With each inch the young man's face extended, his nose stretched wider and flatter. The skin tugged his nostrils upright before the flesh darkened and grew moist. The thickening skull around his brain made it harder to think, or at least easier not to. His hands clenched and unclenched as they warped into paws. More pops and snaps came as his torso doubled in width, then nearly doubled again. Pounds of muscle, fat and flesh stacked onto his growing frame. His ass cheeks pulled apart, making room for his new bear tail to wriggle and twitch.

Zack had been so lost in the sensations that it took him a few moments to realize he'd gone deaf. He couldn't hear anything, not even his own heart beating... but he could feel so much. For an instant it was if every hair on his body, every bit of fur, every fiber of his being had feeling. He could even feel the strange sensation of something moving along his scalp, or rather... two somethings. His hair parted, making room for his new ears to sprung forth, covered in fur. He felt dizzy for a moment as everything reconnected and his hearing returned.

Every thrash, every struggle, every breath left more and more of Zack behind. His brown hair graduated into the fur that covered his head and muzzle, his skin had disappeared beneath it all. He shifted and shimmied, powerful legs flailing around... until he realized that the bear sitting on top of him was no longer a giant, no longer bigger than him. Zack stopped moving and lay there for a moment, looking up at the beast.

The bear seemed to smile, his muzzle shifting before he leaned down. Their wet, dark noses booped together before the bear tilted his head, muzzle slipping over the side of Zack's muzzle. Sharp teeth parted and tongues met once more, only this time... they were equals. Zack's huge paw raised up and pet the bear's ribs. Their stomachs pressed, their cocks ground together... and Zack realized what the bear had been waiting for, maybe... what they both had been.

Zack braced his huge feet against the ground and lifted his hips, exposing his fat, furry bear ass. His tail wiggled as the cheeks parted, revealing a thick, spongy sphincter. The bear grunted with pleasure before it moved, sliding its long cock off of Zack's belly, holding it aloft for only a moment before it speared in. Zack let out a roar that had no hint of humanity in it, back arching as he was fucked.

The bear growled, Zack growled back. Inches of bear cock slid into his ass and he thrust his hips back in turn. The two writhed and grunted, responding to nature's call. The burning and stinging faded away, replaced with the contentment of being filled to the brim. The bear grunted as it hilted Zack and Zack moaned when the bear pulled back. There was no stopping him, Zack wouldn't have even if he could...

Thrust by thrust, the two went at it beneath the stars and the moon, surrendering to their passions. The bear squeezed his eyes shut, having cum once already, but this was far more intense. Zack panted and moaned, dreaming of the taste of the honey on his tongue, reliving the burning and tingling he'd felt during his change. He had become so much more in such a short time. He moaned louder, then louder still before he let out a roar that echoed across the lake.

Zack's new, huge bear cock shuddered before it unleashed the same thick flood of semen that his partner had before, but the act of doing so made his entire body clench down tight. The bear roared out at the exquisite friction and tightness around his shaft, giving it a few more good thrusts before wedging himself deeply and cumming hard once more. Zack had little doubt if the bear had tried it before his change, he would have been a dead man, but now he had plenty of room for that cock and all of that cum.

Moments passed, minutes quite possibly, maybe even a half hour... It was so hard to tell. Everything felt so natural, so animal. Zack was sprawled out on his back, another bear dude balls deep in his furry ass, his belly full of cum... it felt divine. More than that, it felt complete. Zack tried to hold on, but the pleasure of it all was a drug, and as the last drops spilled from both of their bear cocks, Zack felt exhaustion wrap around him before he fell deep asleep, kept warm with a living teddy bear against him.

****

Sunlight poured across Zack's face, warming the skin and filtering through his eyelids, filling his dreams with a reddish-orange glow of daybreak. Zack murmured, feeling his dysania compelling him to stay in bed once more... except that he was feeling a real bed, with blankets and sheets and springs... Zack opened one eye to see heaps of blankets in front of his face, obscuring his view. He started to turn before realizing there was something draped over his ribs, an arm... a man's arm.

With meticulous control, Zack raised his head slightly, getting a better view. He was in a queen-sized bed in what appeared to be a wood paneled mobile home, and the man he was in bed with was quite familiar. He'd met him the night before... Ben Powell. The bearded man smiled softly before his eyes opened a little. He leaned over and kissed Zack on his... bearded cheek. Zack's eyes widened with even more shock, reaching up to feel the fuzz extending several inches from his cheeks, even more from his chin. He looked down, seeing a thick forest of hair over his fat, juicy pecs and his ripped stomach, the base of an inhumanly wide cock peeking out from beneath the top sheet, the rest left to the imagination.

"Good morning, handsome." Ben whispered.

"It was real? Last night?" Zack asked. Ben smiled and leaned in to nuzzle Zack's beard and then kiss his ear.

"It was. I told you to stay safe and instead you dipped yourself in my midnight snack... I couldn't really control myself after that. But you clean up really nice..." Ben whispered, drawing the sheet back. Zack looked down at his huge cock resting over swollen balls. Zack grabbed at the sheets, pulling them back up to cover himself.

"What happens now? I can't go back to work looking like this... They'll know something happened, you'll get hunted, I mean... we'll get hunted..." Zack whispered. Ben smiled softly.

"Then don't go back. Call in to say you got offered a better job, work for me... When the house is done well move in together and feast on the honey and live out our lives." Ben whispered. Zack looked stunned, though he hesitated.

"You'd want me to live with you?" he asked. Ben grinned.

"You're sweet in more ways than one, you're handsome, and you're like me now. I think we could be quite happy together. We could even turn a few cubs if you wanted to start a family and become a daddy bear..." he whispered before moving to straddle Zack, leaning in to kiss him. Zack closed his eyes and opened his mouth, welcoming that friendly, familiar tongue in before allowing his own to play back. He felt their cocks rubbing together once again, as if they were meant to be... He imagined growing older with Ben, being bears together, having cubs of their own... and the feeling was somewhat thrilling.

Ben chuckled as he felt Zack start to smile in their kiss, making it a little harder but a little more pleasant. Zack leaned back, letting Ben grind against him a bit harder. Maybe this was the way to give into his true feelings, to stay in a comfortable bed, making love, doing what bears did best... Maybe all he needed in life were the bare, or rather bear, necessities.