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The goat panted harder with every blasted step. Green surrounded him; a color he cursed well that day. A surprise he would feel this exhausted by a walk in the national park, given his athletic build. More surprising was the stamina of his fat bear husband, some metres and a whole slope in front of him.

"Pick up the pace, slowpoke!" The ursine yelled from his position.

How humiliating. Had he prepared for the hike ahead of time? He proposed it, after all. Regardless, the goat adjusted his glasses before hurrying up to prove to his companion he was more than capable of taking a little stroll in the woods.

Once he arrived at the waiting husband, he smirked through heaves, flushed. "I'm fine, thanks."

The tall bear put his hand around the goat and made his muzzle closer to his partner's. "You're fine alright."

Then they brought each other into a kiss. Wild, wet, even noisy. Tongues smacked and danced in the exchange of love and saliva. Kissing was, of course, commonplace in the couple's life, but both could cherish the messiness of the embrace as a welcome deviation from the usual.

They parted in ecstasy. Yet tasting the other in their mouths. The bear even licking his lips. After a few more seconds in the hug, the ursine let go.

"Fine, Peter," said the fat husband, grabbing his caprine by the hand, "we'll go slower."

And so they went together, the goat still lagging a bit.

For once that afternoon, he didn't curse the surrounding forest. Close to his lover, the flora were lush green, the birds in the distance sang wonderful songs, the breeze was sweet; and his thoughts were mushy.

They walked for a while longer along the trail before the bear stopped them. He seemed to look for something, or maybe someone.

"All clear," said Will, who still held his husband's hand. "Let's go."

To the caprine's further surprise and bewilderment, the ursine dragged him towards the sea of trees.

"Will, wait! What are you doing?"

The bear halted for a second, then turned to the goat. "Trust me?"

There was no helping it. Willard was up to one of his surprises again, and the goat knew to not try to stop him.

Peter sighed. "Okay."

And so they dove through the wild green.

They walked for almost twenty minutes. To the goat's worry, he could see no path. Instead, endless trees surrounded them; the forest was much thicker away from the trail, scarily so.

"Are we there yet?" Asked Peter, who had by then worried about their return.

Will finally stopped, let go of his partner, and inspected the tree close by. "Yup! It should be good here."

It was the caprine's turn to look around. From the tiny clearing they stood, he found nothing but trees.

"I don't get it," said the goat, "I can't see anything... or anyone."

"Exactly!"

The bear's backpack dropped; the sound drew the goat's attention. Will was already close to his husband and ready for another embrace and kiss, which he promptly started.

The ursine turned into a warm coat over Peter. Their mouths touched again and their beating hearts met each other.

During the slickness of their smacking lips, the bear snuck a move that undid the goat's backpack and dropped to the ground as well. That was the breaking point for the goat. He just had to know what the bear had in mind.

Peter pushed his partner slightly. "What's going on here?"

"What else? Making out with my hubby."

"Yeah right. We could've done that anywhere. What's your game here?"

The bear giggled as he let go. "Alright, alright. You got me." He paced around as he talked. "Honestly, I was feeling 'adventurous' and hoped you'd join me."

"You mean the hike, right?"

"That and..." The bear got closer again. "Something more intimate."

The goat blushed the instant he heard his husband. "You want to do it here?"

A confident grunt of confirmation from the bear and Will was embracing his companion again. "What do you say?"

Peter found himself at a crossroads. Of course, he had reservations about having sex in the middle of a dirty forest, plus there was the real chance of being caught, or even worse, lost. But... his bear was so close.

"O-Okay," he replied, quite embarrassed. "Let's do it."

The bear's ears perked up as shock took over his face. "Really!"

"You seem surprised."

Will approached Peter slowly. "I expected you to put up a resistance, but..." He grabbed the goat's chin and raised it so their eyes met. "I ain't complaining."

Another kiss took place. That time it wasn't just amorous, it bore a tinge of lust. They knew the dance of those tongues was mere prelude. They broke the kiss in soft huffs.

"Y'know," said the bear, "I've been thinking about this all week."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm. For instance," the ursine's lips drew close to the goat's ears and speech turned to whisper, "the thought of your thick cock has gotten me all wet down there. Wanna see?"

Will grabbed his lover's hand and led into the middle of the fat crotch. Peter needed no command or hint; rubbed the cargo shorts and caressed the tenderness it guarded. Just like the bear described, beyond the layers of textiles, there lied a slight moistness.

Having his labia so lovingly touched, even if there was no direct contact yet, made the bear grunt and sigh. The goat smirked as the ursine's hot breath reached his ear.

"You're all ready for this, huh?" Said Peter.

"Mhmm... But," he pushed his husband back, "you aren't."

The bear's face gradually lowered as he knelt before his man. He watched as his eyes and naughty hands appreciated the whole athletic build of the caprine. His head kept going until it faced the jeans wearing crotch.

The bear wasted no time undoing the belt and unzipping the fly. For his effort, he was rewarded with the sight of a half chub expanding red boxer briefs. He hummed at his prize and then licked the textile. In tow, the goat sighed. The bear repeated a couple of times; each lap making the caprine harder and harder.

Eventually, the tent was too tantalizing for the ursine to handle. The fat finger dove into the band of the underwear and, in a single, lustful pull, freed that cock. Will couldn't resist humming again and licking his own lips in anticipation.

Sans his few lovers, no one could guess how well endowed Peter was. Thick, long and furless, the uncut dick betrayed completely the goat's meek, nerdy image. While having his virility admired like that felt great, he craved more.

The caprine grabbed his penis and gave it a few strokes, which only enticed and teased his husband further. Will had no choice but to give into the call of the masculine force before him and put his mouth to good use.

First, he kissed the head, giving it the first taste of slight wetness. But it didn't take long for it to be engulfed in the bear's maw. He looked up to see the goat moan and sigh, and even smile, in response to the tender movements.

Soon tenderness gave way to thirst, and the ursine slurped down his partner. By then, he had developed a perfect technique to swallow his goat's powerful manhood without recoil. The bear worked gingerly until his upper lips touched Peter's pubes. Peter moaned loudly for the first time that afternoon.

The penis then received a full licking treatment. Barely moving his head, the bear slurped and sucked with vigor. Peter, who had leaned back against a nearby tree, only moaned more. And the caprine hands toyed and caressed the ursine hair.

Will retracted as slowly as he had devoured. As he did, he licked Peter's member thoroughly. After parting with the head of that cock, the fine penis dripped with bear saliva.

"There," said the ursine. "Now we are both wet between our legs."

The goat snickered. "Guess we are. That means..."

"Uh huh." The bear rose from his position. "Showtime."

Will took no time undoing his own belt and shorts, which exposed pink panties. It didn't take long for both to drop any bottom garments to their ankles.

Another grope between the bear's legs revealed he wasn't kidding. That man's pussy was wet, almost dripping, and ready to welcome the goat in. Peter lifted the fingers, soaking with anticipation, and licked them clean right in front of his husband. The bear's usual chill demeanor melted into ardent lust.

The goat saw weakness in his man's eyes and moved the towering bear to the tree and pinned him there. In that position, his cock's head already brushed on the eager hole waiting for him.

"God," Said the bear, mind completely taken over by desire. "P-Put it in already!"

Peter barely registered his lover's request before yielding to his own lust and putting his manhood inside the bear's delicate folds. It took all of his concentration to not just jam it in and hurt his man.

In a gentle, long move, the vagina before him swallowed his dick whole. Once it was, the bear discharged a sharp moan; pain and pleasure. No matter how many times he took that member in, the size and girth always took their toll on him.

Both gasped for air over and over. A respite; that hole and prick would find balance and break from discomfort. It didn't take long for the delicate insides to turn welcoming to their guest, and so coitus truly began.

The goat pulled it out and jammed it back in again. The powerful thrust touching on the bear's most fragile spots and making him groan in response; no pain that time.

After that, it was a matter of picking up the pace. From slow jabs into short poundings, both gasped and moaned at being loved.

Will's legs trembled so badly he had to raise one of them and ask for his husband to support part of his weight. Peter got the hint and grabbed the bear under his thigh and continued to pound him harder and harder.

The goat's ball sack dangled under the many lunges and the bear's moobs jiggled with every move. If there was anyone near, they would hear the wet slams of the lovers and the symphony of their lust-ridden voices.

"Oh, babe," said the goat, "I'm so close."

"T-Then don't stop! Fuck! C-Cum inside me, Pete!"

If the movements and noises weren't enough, the bear's request pushed Will to the edge. He grabbed hard onto the ursine and went at peak speed and power.

"Ah! Ah!"

The bear was the first to discharge. His orgasm coated the penetrating cock even more. And that only pushed the goat to fuck harder, even.

"Will! Will!"

Semen spewed from the naughty head. He released it as deep as he could too. Bulk and length weren't the only features of Peter's virility. When he came, he came hard and for many seconds. Will, of course, loved it.

When the caprine pulled out, he left a white cascade behind, and also a tired bear. In fact, both were too tired to keep standing. Their bodies dropped to the leaf-coated grass ground.

The men released a sigh of satisfaction as they embraced each other.

Will smooched his husband on the forehead. "That was a good fuck. I think we got too caught up, though."

"Yeah?"

"Honey, you didn't rubber up."

"Oh, sorry..."

"Don't worry about it. I'll just get some meds before we get home. Besides, you know I'm not guaranteed to be pregnant or anything."

At that moment, there was no force to hold back the goat's tongue. "Would that be such a bad thing?"

He had thought about it. He had considered many ways to approach Will with the idea. But he had not imagined it would come out so spontaneously, so sloppily.

The bear quickly turned to the goat. "Pete..."

Peter realized what he had said, what he had confessed. "I mean... I... Sorry, never mind."

"Dear," the ursine grabbed his lover by the cheeks and forced their eyes to meet, "do you think we are ready?"

It would not have been easy to withdraw, but it could've been done. Peter thought about falling back, he did so over and over. But his feelings broke through any possibility of going back.

He sighed before replying. "Maybe we'll never be 'ready' but," he took his bear's hands and caressed them, "I want to have a family with you, Will. I want it so bad. This was not how I planned to tell you this but... Tell me, love, do you want it too?"

The ursine's eyes watered. "Oh, Peter!" Then he placed a sloppy kiss on his beloved goat. "I'd love to!"

Then Peter returned the smooch. And they were soon exploring the other's mouths again. More than passion, even further than affection; distilled pride and love. They let go and smiled at one another. For that second, they were both as beautiful as they could be.

After that pause, feelings rose again in both. They were still seminaked and alone, after all. A single glance into the other's eyes revealed their fresh surge of desire. Both smiled when they realized.

"Well, like I said, there's no guarantee I'm pregnant... yet."

It didn't take long for them to get back to it. The bear was on all fours, still dripping, still eager. And the goat was already rock-hard again, ready to give another go at mating with his husband.

Yes, mating. That second time when he penetrated the intricate hole, he wasn't just giving pleasure, he was going for broke.

Each pounding louder and rougher than the last. The couple rutted like the wild animals that surrounded them. The cock rubbed against the ursine's inner chambers over and over, massaging him in the right spots.

The coitus wasn't as lengthy as the previous time, but the orgasm from the building emotions more than made up for it. Peter's potent seed met the fertile soil within Will.

Once they were done, they still rolled around in the mess of leaves, grass, and cum they had made.

It was Peter the one who noticed the sun go down; they had to return to the trail lest they got lost for real. Will's impeccable sense of direction was to thank for their actual safe return.

The ride home was silent, but comfortably so. Hand in hand, they could only hope their actions that afternoon would bear (literal) fruit.

Months later, the goat was getting ready to leave for work as the bear prepared their breakfast. He admired Will's large physique from behind, as he always did.

The caprine hugged his lover from behind and whispered into his ear. "How are you feeling?"

"All good, dear. A bit of queasiness here and there, but I'll live."

Some naughtiness overtook Peter's hands, and palms were soon on moobs. "These are getting bigger, aren't they?" He jiggled what his fingers held.

The bear softly moaned. "Pete, stop. You know, they're sensitive."

"Hehe. Sorry, sorry."

Next, the goat knelt before his husband and flipped him. And there it was. The ursine's protruding belly had been carrying more than fat since that quick stroll through the woods. Peter put his ear close to the stomach and closed his eyes, trying to pick up anything.

"You sure love doing that, don't you?" Said Will with a smile. "The doctor said they won't be making any noise for a while still."

The goat hugged him again. "Mhmm."

In that single gesture, as Peter held his entire family, he found comfort, love and warmth like had never before.