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When Kit awoke the next morning he was actually shocked to find that he was still a bear. Everything that happened before...it had all felt like a dream. There wasn't much room for him to stretch as the bed was already supporting more than it was meant to. He was partially laying on top of Moss. As carefully as he could, the kodiak eased himself off of them and the bed. He was able to yawn and stretch before looking out of the window, seeing that the sun looked like it had just risen. The day would be starting soon and yet his partners were still in a deep sleep.

Being fully awake now, memories of the previous day's events came back to him. Recalling those events was getting him aroused. That gave him an idea on how to wake them up. With a mischievous grin on his muzzle, the kodiak bear eased in again, starting out by getting between Dusty's spread legs. It helped greatly that they had all slept in the nude. Slowly and carefully so as to not wake up the grizzly, Kit outstretched his tongue and began lapping at Dusty's balls. The touch was slow and gentle. Though Dusty stirred he didn't wake up yet. A small sleepy noise came from him as his sheath was starting to swell, spreading out as the bear's tip was slowly sliding out.

Keeping his eyes on the erecting cock, Kit continued to draw his tongue over the furry orbs. He could feel them stirring against his touch. Another soft groan came from the other brown furred bear. It didn't take long for the rest of Dusty's cock to appear. Kit then took it upon himself to touch his tongue to it. He traced upwards from the base, going all the way to the tip. Easing his muzzle back down again, he pressed his tongue to the base again and repeated his previous actions.

Dusty began to moan in his sleep and Kit smirked. The grizzly was starting to stir even more, feeling the pleasure build. It was all centered on the underside of his cock. The flesh was starting to throb harder and some precum was leaking from the tip as well. As he opened his eyes a bit, Dusty was feeling even more, such as warm breath washing over his balls. Opening his eyes even more, Dusty quickly realized that this wasn't some vivid dream.

"Ahh...K-Kit?" Dusty asked. The kodiak bear shushed him and glanced over at Moss, who was still snoring deeply. Nodding in understanding, Dusty kept himself quiet, at least as quiet as he could manage while Kit was easing his mouth down. The kodiak bear had crawled a bit more onto the bed and was taking the other ursine's inches past his lips, easing further down until all of it was in. Dusty let out a held back moan, trembling from the pleasure that overtook him. He could feel Kit's tongue grinding against his cock while the rest was being hugged by his newly transformed partner's throat.

The next ooze of grizzly bear precum was released directly onto Kit tongue when his muzzle slid up again. Even after the night they had, Dusty proved he still had plenty of give. Kit hummed softly, also doing his best to not wake up Moss. The black bear was still sleeping deeply next to them, completely unaware of what they were doing.

After cleaning away the precum, Kit began to properly suck on his lover's erection. Keeping his lips around it, he pushed his head down on the cock again before lifting up again. Keeping this up, Kit lovingly sucked off the other bear, having a smirk on his muzzle as he heard Dusty struggling to contain himself. It was so obvious that the grizzly wanted to moan out. Kit didn't make it easy for him to not to. Every inch was taken like before his tongue and throat worked in tandem on the shaft. When all of it was in, Kit was also able to take in his partner's scent. He was still getting used to having a much stronger sense of smell. It hit him hard, like a sudden jolt even though it was nothing more than Dusty's clean natural smell. Snorting softly, the kodiak pushed himself to keep going, not wanting to break the stride he had going on.

"Mmm..." Dusty groaned, feeling the pleasure rising even higher. That mouth lavished his cock endlessly, giving him constant stimulation. He couldn't help but moan out some. His cock was throbbing even harder and there was an all too familiar feeling that was starting to stir. Before he could tell Kit that he was getting close the kodiak bear suddenly increased the speed.

"Ahh! K-Kit!" Dusty couldn't help but snarl and arch his back. He came hard inside of the other bear's mouth. Thick ropes of his cum splattered within the kodiak bear's throat. Its rich flavor was just the thing Kit needed to start off the day. Humming around the pulsing shaft, Kit continued to lick, suck, and swallow. He kept up the pulses and gushes, enjoying the heat that cascaded down into his stomach.

"Ah, Kit..." Dusty sighed. The other bear chuckled as he eased his mouth off, licking the remaining seed from his lips.

Miraculously, Moss was still sleeping despite the noise they both made. With a sigh of satisfaction, Dusty got up from the bed, leaving the black bear and kodiak bear alone.

As he had before, Kit started off with giving the black furred balls plenty of licks. While the noise hadn't been enough to wake him up, having his loins touched by the hot muscle was enough to make his eyes slowly open. At first he thought it was just his imagination. But he looked down to see another bear licking at his half-erect cock. For a moment there was panic before Moss reminded himself that Kit had turned into a bear. Like the former human, he had assumed that it had all been some kind of crazy dream. But this was real and Kit was really licking his loins.

"So is this how you're gonna wake us up from now on. Cause I could get used to..." Moss was unable to finish his sentence. Kit sunk his muzzle down on the black bear's fully erect cock. Grinding and twirling his tongue against the pulsing flesh along the way, Kit kept pushing until the entire thing was in his mouth and throat like before.

"Oh yeah..." Moss grunted. He watched the brown furred bear bob his head up and down. Against the licks and clenches of his esophagus, Kit could feel the heat of Moss' precum. Taking all of the inches brought him down to the crotch. Having his nose pushed into it, Kit was able to smell the black bear's scent. Though mostly clean there was a bit of musk from him sweating some through the night. Kit moaned from that and the taste of precum that coated his tongue when easing up again.

Enjoying the flavors and twitching against his tongue, Kit moved his head even faster. He put his much longer tongue to good use, touching all that he could be rubbing and even curling it along the other bear's maleness. When it slid into his throat again, the tighter tunnel gave the flesh many squeezes that made Moss grunt and huff.

Moss was just riding out the growing pleasure, his pants growing deeper and louder with every passing second. Kit's mouth was moving along with no trouble at all and his soft muzzle felt so good around his length.

"F-fuck..!" Moss groaned. He managed a short hump into the sucking ursine's mouth before he came. Kit was prepared for this and began gulping down the spunk that came shooting out from the tip. The heat coated his mouth and the walls of his throat. Moss kept his cock pressed in deep and Kit just did his best to swallow it all down. The added tightness further caressed the shooting length, extending and intensifying the black bear's orgasm.

"Mmm... About time you get up, don't you think?" Kit asked with a smirk after easing off.

"Y-yeah. Just...give me a minute. Or five..." Moss panted.

It was very apparent that the bedroom was not fit for three bears. It was a tight fit in the bed and there wasn't a lot of room for the trio in the dedicated area itself. While Kit was feeling awkward about it, Dusty and Moss weren't upset about it at all.

"We've been meaning to remodel anyways," Moss said.

The project had been put off since it hadn't been seen as necessary. But with Kit being their size and taking up space as well, they now had a reason to expand their dwelling to fit them all comfortably. Kit was glad to hear that but still felt a bit awkward that such a change was required just because of his presence.

Kit was convinced that he got the hang of being a bear thanks to the lessons provided by Moss and Dusty the day before. Being ready to tackle the day, Kit first took a deep breath when he was outside but he was surprised by the many scents that reached his nose at once. There were many different kinds as well. As the camp was already bustling in the morning, the various aromas of other bears, foods, smoke from small fires, and many other things all clashed. Kit shook his head somewhat and the feeling lessened. For a moment he forgot what he was meant to do. It came back to him and he walked towards the heart of the camp, planning to offer his assistance in various tasks like he always had.

As best he could, Kit performed the tasks that were offered to him. At first it was rather easy for him, being tasked with simply lifting and moving heavy objects such as barrels and boxes. He did find himself getting a bit distracted by the smells that ebbed from the containers. Without realizing, Kit was actually just standing there with his nose twitching, trying to discern what was inside. Someone called his nose and he snapped out of it, blushing a bit before he got on task again.

When the job was done he was thanked and paid for his work. With the day still being young, Kit moved on to find something else to do. The next job that Kit took on was some sorting. There were many things for him to sort through and organize. Things were going well for him; Kit was even humming while he picked through the various things. It was easy for him to forget how much stronger he was and completely by accident the kodiak bear ended up breaking one of the objects.

"Oh no!" he gasped aloud.

In his panic to somehow fix his mistake, Kit planted his hand down and ended up crushing another one of the objects. The small trinket stood no chance against the power and weight of his hand.

"Oh!" Kit groaned.

"What happened?" the black bear that hired Kit came back to find a significant amount of his trinket wares were ruined.

"I'm sorry," Kit apologized. "I guess I'm still getting used to my strength..." The black bear was understanding and Kit offered to pay for the damages he caused.

While walking away from the shop he looked at his paws. Just the day before he was feeling confident and in control of himself. The lessons provided by Dusty and Moss had worked but now he was suddenly feeling out of his element. Again, Kit was starting to feel overwhelmed when he came upon the more populated part of the settlement. There was another rush of smells but also sounds now from the busy square. Voices overlapping, the banging and clanging of the blacksmith's hammer, and the deep sizzling of the cooks preparing their meals. The smells were even stronger. So many unique and cloying aromas that were all vying for the bear's attention at once. Kit couldn't focus on just one of them. When it was starting to become too much he left the square behind and took a deep breath to calm himself.

He returned home to find his dwelling empty without Dusty and Moss. It gave him reprieve from the overloading of his senses. Kit rested on the bed and the scents of himself and the other bears further calmed him. Those weren't overwhelming for him. Perhaps it was their familiarity and the sense of security it brought with him. Why was everything so overwhelming now? Back in the forest Kit had managed well enough. But then again everything smelled the same except when he attempted to focus on something specific. Just the hints of earth, water, and clean air. And the sounds were the light breeze and trickling water.

Figuring that he just needed some time to adjust, Kit continued to lie in the bed. Before he knew it had fallen asleep. When he woke up sometime later he was feeling much better and noticed that there was plenty of daylight left. He got up from the bed and got his bow, being in the mood to do some hunting. But the bow that he had grown so attached to now felt unfamiliar in his bigger hands. It was of course smaller but it was also feeling...fragile. As carefully as he could, Kit tried to simply get a good hold on the bow, hoping that it was just his new perspective throwing him off.

But when he drew the string back it quickly snapped from his strength and claws. When it did, Kit felt a sudden rush of frustration. Why was this so hard for him now? If anything it should be easier! With a growl rising in his throat, Kit balled his fist and the bow cracked, making him gasp. He quickly put the bow down, not wanting to damage the object any further.

"Okay. Okay..." Kit said to himself.

He just needed to get the hang of it. The other bears were carrying on without any issue, controlling their strength and not being affected by the many sounds and smells all around them. So why couldn't he? As best he could, Kit ventured out again and did his best to manage despite the many sensations that were making it hard for him to focus.

When Dusty and Kit returned they found that there was some commotion going on. The tribe seemed to be in an uproar. If that wasn't surprising enough, the cause of it all appeared to be none other than Kit. He was being detained by a pair of other bears. The kodiak bear wasn't struggling. In fact he was looking rather shameful.

"What the hell is going on?" Moss demanded.

A sloth bear took him upon himself to explain what had happened. "We were preparing dinner over the fire in the square as usual. When out of nowhere he sprung. Scared the hell out of us. Then he snatched the meat that was on the spit and devoured it right in front of us!" The nods and grunts from the others backed up the sloth bear's words. "Of course we all confronted him and that's when he lashed out at us. Kit started fighting us off like he didn't even know us!"

Kit remained silent, not confirming nor denying the other bear's testimony. The bears that were holding onto him began to carry him away to Beric's dwelling of course the black bear and grizzly followed, wanting to get to the bottom of this. It certainly didn't make sense for Kit of all bears to do something like this but they also had to take the words of their fellow tribe members into account.

Brought before the tribe leader, Kit was questioned. Of course the first question prompted was why[i/] he did this.

"I don't know... I was just trying to clear my head and that's when I smelled the meat. Then it just goes blank from there. The next thing I remember is being held down and just being...confused..." Kit said. And he looked just as confused as he described. Beric listened and looked rather curious.

"I see..." the polar bear said. "I expect that you've been feeling off...since you've changed, correct?"

Kit grimaced and looked away, not wanting to face his leader's gaze or admit his recent problems.

"Kittrick. You know very well that nobody can help you until you let your problems be known," Beric said.

Kit nodded and sighed. With the tribe's leader, guards, and his partners present, he finally opened up and let his problems be known. Starting from earlier that same day, Kit recounted how he became overwhelmed by the sounds and smells around him to the point that he needed to go back home. And then the near breaking of his bow and finally him setting out to prove to himself that nothing was wrong with him. When the kodiak finished he was expecting to be reprimanded or to at least see disappointment on the polar bear's face. But what he saw instead was an expression of both sympathy and concern.

"It's very clear that's happened to you," Beric said.

"It is?" Kit said, unable to hide his own surprise.

"Yes. You see it's not uncommon for some bears to...lose control of themselves as they grow older. It comes from our instincts, they compel us to act without thinking. To find food. To defend ourselves. For survival," Beric explained. "There's no shame in it. Some simply need assistance in controlling their innate instincts since we don't steal from or harm each other. This likely is because you haven't gone through the proper training, being a human for most of your life."

Moss cleared his throat, feeling a bit offended at the mention of "proper training." He felt that he had done a good job in educating Kit. Dusty nudged him in the shoulder, looking a bit stern. Moss' ears flattened a bit and he chuckled awkwardly. He supposed that this was a greater issue than expected. Moss couldn't exactly relate to this problem Dusty had actually gone through what the leader described. When he was younger the grizzly found it hard to control himself as his instincts got stronger along his body getting bigger and changing. It was jarring for him to hear that this was happening to an already adult bear. But as Beric said, Kit hadn't always been a bear. This was all new to him, to all of them.

"This isn't your fault, Kit but you must take responsibility to remedy this," Beric said sternly. Kit nodded, still feeling some shame and embarrassment about the whole situation.

Kit was allowed to take a seat within the leader's dwelling and a guard eventually came with a clear flask. Inside of the flask was some kind of liquid. Beric took it and then offered it to Kit.

"What is it?" the kodiak asked.

"It's a special mixture of various herbs and medicinal berries. Drink some and it will dull your senses for some time," Beric instructed.

Kit did so and after a bit he was feeling the effects already. He was feeling better now, his senses of smell and hearing being reduced enough for him to think clearly.

"Thank you. I feel much better now," Kit said with a small smile.

"That is good but it is only a temporary fix. The only permanent fix is working to keep your instinctual impulses in check. Perch will be hosting a retreat for those sharing your problem. I implore you to join them."

Kit nodded in understanding and he was allowed to keep the flask and the rest of its contents. Dusty and Moss accompanied Kit to Perch's dwelling. The brown bear had become busier now that he had a new title and position. But he was always happy to see Kit. He had also heard the commotion but was surprised to learn that Kit was the cause of it. When everything was explained he chuckled and placed his hand on Kit's shoulder.

"I would be more than happy to help you out," Perch said with a smile. "Don't worry you two. I've worked my magic on him once and I can do it again. I'll take good care of him. Largo will be joining me as an assistant instructor as well." The brown bear was sounding rather upbeat and excited about all of this. Moss was a bit put off by it but Dusty smiled as well, having his faith put into the other brown furred bear.

"It's okay, Kit," Dusty said. "You're gonna be just fine."

"Yeah. And our dwelling will be ready when you get back. There'll be plenty of room for all of us," Moss said.

Their words made Kit smile and he promised himself that he would come out better as well.

Kit stayed with Perch for the next few days while the trip was still being coordinated. During the wait the brown bear was already giving Kit some simple exercises on controlling his instincts. Kit practiced them as much as he could. Doing them felt a bit awkward at first by doing them as frequently as he could, the motions felt more natural he was already starting to feel more in control. When the day of the trip finally came, Kit assisted with gathering the last of the supplies.

"This trip will be taking us further than you've ever been, Kit." When Perch said that Kit was left feeling both excited and nervous. Arriving later that day was Largo, the tribe leader's son. And with him was another bear. A young adult panda. He was shorter than the polar bear he stood next to, being pretty chubby and having a unique looking pendant around his neck. Kit greeted them both. Largo returned the greeting but the panda didn't.

There wasn't much time to feel put off by this as having everyone in attendance meant they could get going. Kit made a quick stop at Beric's dwelling to get his flask refilled just in case. The mixture was really helping but apparently its components weren't easy to find and the goal was for him to get a handle on his instincts so he wouldn't need to be dependent on it. The tribe leader wished Kit good luck before he departed again.

"Ready?" Perch asked.

"Ready," Kit confirmed. Like the others he had a pack provided for him. It was full of various supplies and a kit to make a tent for one with. It was a lot to carry but being a big and strong bear now it wasn't too much for him to haul with him.

Despite the incident he caused, there were many bears that came to see Kit and the others off, including Moss and Dusty. Kit waved to them as he passed, following the others out of the camp, going past its entrance and into the forest beyond. The group made small talk as they walked through the forest, taking the usual beaten path so far.

"Where are we going?" Kit asked.

"Somewhere far off," Perch said with a smirk on his muzzle. Kit sensed that the other bear didn't want to tell and didn't pry any further. "But it's a place I've been to a few times but it's my first time leading others there."

"Same for me," Largo said.

That left Kit feeling rather curious enough to endure the wait just so he could see for himself. For the time being the group was trekking through familiar lands, passing by various landmarks along the way. It didn't take long for them to finally step off the beaten path. Perch continued to lead the way with confidence. It was safe for Kit to assume that the brown bear knew the way by heart at this point and he followed without question or hesitation.

Aside from hunts, Kit didn't get out of the settlement much. So he was excited to see more of the territory. Perch was even pointing out a few things like useful plants that they could use to give them extra energy and some that could be used for wounds if they would get hurt. Some of them were collected to dry and grind up when they made camp. They already had water on hand but as they came upon the river they filled another container for good measure. Using the land itself to prepare them for what was to come was giving Kit a sense of certainty. He trusted Perch and his observations, taking it upon himself to gather a few things as well.

From the very moment they left the settlement the group of bears were making small conversation, except for the panda. Noticing this, Kit decided to address him directly, asking the black and white ursine for his name.

"Boreas..." the panda said, his tone being flat and harsh.

"My name is Kit," the kodiak introduced.

"Yeah, I know," the panda said dismissively, turning his head away. He seemed to be more interested in the scenery around them than talking to the other ursine.

They came upon another river that was wider than the one close to their settlement. Luckily there was a bridge built. It was sturdy both in looks and practice, holding up the weight of not just one bear but multiple bears walking over it at once. Without any trouble, the group passed over the bridge and made it across, reaching the other side. This was completely unfamiliar territory to Kit but he could still smell the scents left behind by the scouts that would check the borders. Thanks to the elixir he wasn't overwhelmed by the many scents of the area. There were multiple flower patches and bushes that brought various aromas that Kit was able to indulge in, sighing softly as he sniffed at the air without worry.

"Not much further now," Perch said. Kit wondered what that meant and Largo curtly explained that they were nearing the border of their own territory. Hearing that made Kit perked up. Coming out this far was one thing but was stepping beyond their own home...allowed?

"Not scared are you?" Boreas asked, having a slight smirk on his muzzle.

Kit realized that he let his own worries show on his face. He stood taller and cleared his throat. "No, I'm not."

Boreas didn't look convinced, snorting as he went ahead to keep up with Perch and Largo. Realizing that he was falling behind as well, Kit picked up the pace to rejoin them as well. It wouldn't be good to get lost in a place that was completely foreign to him. He and the others had set out that morning and by now it was just after noon. The day was pleasant, the sun was high in the sky but the leaves far above provided plenty of shade, making an overall pleasant atmosphere. Basking in this was making Kit feel better. The kodiak bear was actually surprised by his own feelings; the idea of seeing more had excited him at first but when it came time for them to venture past their borders, there was an underlying feeling of dread there too as well. This was an all new place that he would know nothing about.

"We're finally stepping out of our home turf. How do you like it, boys?" Perch asked, referring to Kit and Boreas.

"Hmm..." Boreas hummed.

"It's...interesting..." Kit said. So far things weren't looking much different. More forest: flowers and other various plants surrounded them. In the place of a beaten dirt path was a trail of well trodden grass that acted as a guide for them. While things continued to look the same, there was a new scent reaching Kit's nose that took him by surprise. Being so used to the smells of his fellow bears, it was jarring to smell another species. It was strong and Kit quickly came to realize that there were many different distinct and unfamiliar scents to sort through. He was thankful for the elixir's effects.

While Kit was taking it all in, Boreas grunted and had to take a quick swig of his own flask. Kit noticed this but didn't say anything about it. The panda shook his head and pressed on, keeping himself close to the rest.

"The smell may be overwhelming for you two. You've only been around other bears so far. We're nearing the closest territory to our own, being the foxes," Perch explained. "No need to worry. There's been a pact of peace between us and other tribes for much longer than any of us has been around. In addition to keeping the peace between us, we also share resources that another may not have. Like us, the foxes and other tribes beyond have their own cultures and ways of living. We sometimes hunt together. It's a wonderful opportunity to learn from each other and bond to keep our relationships strong. Of course we can't just pass through their land. We need to make our presence known. And it wouldn't do to leave Bowie behind."

"Who's Bowie?" Boreas asked.

"Ah, that's what I was forgetting!" the brown bear said. "Bowie is a fox that is having trouble with his instincts as well. When we continue our journey Bowie will be tagging along with us and he won't be the only one."

"H-how many more will be "tagging along" with us?" Boreas asked, having a bit of edge to his voice.

"Oh... Just one more," Perch said with a smirk on his muzzle. "Is that too many for you, Boreas?"

"No..." the panda huffed. He adjusted the pack on his back and continued along with the group.

Kit noticed that Boreas was clearly in a bad mood, having somewhat of a short temper it seemed. It reminded the kodiak bear of Moss but there was an added harshness that the black bear lacked. Moss had his moments of being impatient and stubborn but they were always short-lived. Boreas had a perpetual chip on his shoulder that he made known through his tone of voice, mannerisms, and even the way he looked around. Kit decided to just leave the panda to himself for the time being.

The smells got stronger but it was easier for Kit to bear at this point. And in the near distance were two figures. They were shorter than the bears and more slender as well. One had vibrant orange fur with white accents along the muzzle and his uncovered stomach. The other was bigger and more muscular, having dark brown fur with lighter brown accents. Both were wearing shorts unlike the bears but also tops. The bigger fox wore a vest while the smaller fox wore one as well that only went about half the length of his upper half. Both observed the bears, looking at them with curiosity before they smiled.

"Ah, so you've finally arrived," the bigger fox said.

"It's been a while, Perch," the other greeted.

"Yes it has. We have a lot of catching up to do but that will have to wait for later. Can you let them know that we've arrived?"

"Of course," the smaller fox stepped away from his post and began to lead the group of bears forward. But the only thing ahead of them was a dense clump of bushes. And beyond that was a solid wall of rock.

"It's just past here," the orange fox said, pushing through the bushes.

Perch and Largo followed, pushing their way through, leaving Kit and Boreas standing on the other end, both looking somewhat unsure.

"Go ahead," the brown fox said, giving them an encouraging nod.

Kit was the first to do so, pushing himself through the bushes. They were rough and a bit scratchy but otherwise not too difficult for them to push through. When they got past the wall of bushes there was the wall of stone beyond it. That's when the ursines found there was a tunnel that allowed passage through. Ducking their heads, Kit and Boreas passed through the tunnel. When they came out the other side, Kit and Boreas were instantly awed by the fox's settlement.

The entire settlement was full of plants of many different kinds. Bushes, trees, and there were many patches and sections of earth used for growing produce such as berries and vegetables. It wasn't just on the ground either. Their houses were covered with greenery as well, some even had produce growing on them. And the roofs were covered in a layer of moss. When they caught up with Perch and Largo, they found the pair talking to some foxes.

"Thank you for the hospitality. Bowie will come back as a changed fox, I promise you that." The foxes nodded and all but one dispersed, the gray furred fox that was leading them introduced himself as Wiks.

"We already have the rooms ready for you. Please make yourselves at home," Wiks said. They were standing before an inn that also had a moss covered roof. It appeared that the entire tribe was one with the greenery.

Kit asked why this was.

"There's a reason for that," Perch said as they stepped inside of the lobby. "The foxes' settlement is completely invisible from above and afar, camouflaged with the forest itself. They are also in tune with nature in a way that the other tribes aren't. It's very remarkable isn't it?"

"It sure is," Kit said.

"Make yourselves comfortable. We'll be staying here for a couple of days. You'll come to grow rather fond of the fox's village," Perch said with a knowing smile.

Wiks continued to lead them to their rooms. While Perch and Largo would share one room of the inn, Kit and Boreas were assigned to the other. After such a long walk, Kit was glad to have a bed to rest on, even if it didn't fully fit him. Boreas was quick to flop down on his bed as well, reaching into his pack to get the flask again. Kit kept him nearby as well but Boreas was noticeably taking drinks more often. He didn't pry but was still curious. The bears spent the rest of the day resting and getting acclimated. They were treated to a dinner of fruits that were picked from within the village itself and meat from a recent hunt they had earlier that day.

They were also allowed to explore the foxes' village for themselves, something that Kit was eager to do. After his meal he took a drink of the mixture for good measure before going out to take a good look of his new surroundings. The foxes seemed to be just as curious about him. His venture took Kit to what seemed to be a market area, having some stands that were selling wares. While he was interested, the clothes and tools on display all seemed too small for him.

"We make custom alterations as well. Of course we will need your measurements," the fox said. Kit obliged and stepped into the back of the shop so they could take their measurements. The fox kept himself close while taking the bear's measurements. So close that their fur was rubbing against each other. Kit's denser coat was making repeated contact with the fluffier fox's.

"Uh..."

"Don't worry, almost done," the fox said. "Sorry, we don't get many visitors. I had always heard bears were big but I never expected one to be _this[i/] big."

"Oh, uh...thanks," the kodiak said._

"Alright. Got the measurements. Come back tomorrow and I'll have something for you," the fox said. Kit thanked him and moved along, observing the wares of the other shops in the air. Many were like the ones back home; places serving food, selling trinkets, and also making tools and weapons. But it was the cultivation of plants that really interested Kit. From shrubs, to fruits and vegetables, to herbs as well. They were everywhere and of course had their various uses.

"Whoa! Look out!" Kit turned around to see a fox stumbling forward with a basket of apples. Kit acted quickly and caught the basket though some of the fruits still came tumbling out.

"Oh, thank you..." the cream colored fox collected himself and got a proper hold of the full basket.

"I can help," Kit offered, taking it upon himself to bear the basket's weight. It wasn't much for him. The fox gathered the fallen fruits and after placing them back in the basket he led the way to the place he was meant to go. Many of the foxes looked impressed by Kit's display of strength. The attention was just making the kodiak feel awkward and that feeling persisted until they were in another shop, this one selling other fruits. He was directed to place the fruits with the others in similar large baskets and thanked for his help but the light furred fox.

"It's no problem, really," Kit said.

"Obviously. You didn't have any trouble at all. Please take a few fruits with you, I insist."

Kit just took a few, just enough to have for a snack. He was sitting on a log that was next to a flower patch when he was approached by a pair of more muscular foxes. Though they were bigger than most of their peers, neither of them were close to matching Kit in stature and raw strength.

"Oh, hey..." Kit said.

"So you're one of those bears," one of the fox's said outright. He had gray fur and a nick in his right ear. The other was a dark red fox with an especially bushy tail. "I've heard about them but never seen one up close."

Kit didn't know what to say. It seemed the moment he stepped within the fox's village he became a spectacle to be gawked at. "So bears don't come around here that often?"

"Well they mostly just pass through. And trading is done along the routes. The other times we meet in person is either during emergencies or gatherings. But gatherings only happen once a year."

"I bet it's pretty weird to be the center of attention," the red fox said.

"Yeah it is." Kit now understood why the others weren't so quick to get out. Perch and Largo had caught up with those they already knew in the lobby and Boreas was adamant on staying at the inn.

The foxes sat down with Kit and they began to talk. They told Kit more about their home and the way they did things. He was told of their history and culture. Of course the foxes were smaller and weren't as naturally powerful as bears. But they had the advantage of speed and stealth. Embracing that fully their very home blended in with the forest itself. Whether passing by or somehow traversing from above, their village would blend in perfectly with the rest of the environment. Even now they often hunted using cloaks that provided camouflage along with using long distance weapons such as bows and spears. They always traveled light to not slow themselves down, having small pockets on their vests to carry things. Instead of loincloths most wore shorts that also had pockets but it also provided some guard against the more tugging, scratching, and prickly bushes that grew in the area.

Kit made a mental note of that. He would need to be careful when navigating. Another reason for the foxes' staring became apparent. They wore more than the bears did, wearing a top of something that covered at least half of their upper body and shorts that did a lot more of concealing than his simple loincloth did. Kit suddenly felt very aware of himself, being clad in nothing more than his loincloth. His body being on display wasn't such a big deal among other bears as they all dressed the same, some even being entirely nude but he had yet to see a single nude fox in the village...

"We don't mind," the red fox said when Kit shared his thought process.

"Yeah. It's the way of your kind. Embrace it," the gray fox added. "Our differences are a means of bringing us together. At least that's what we're all taught. It sounds really confusing."

Kit couldn't help but chuckle. The foxes proved themselves to be very friendly and even inviting to both their own kind and outsiders. They took it upon themselves to give Kit a proper look around the camp, taking to places he hadn't seen on his first walk. This time the kodiak bear didn't mind the stares he was getting, knowing that the foxes were just curious about them. He smiled and waved and they did the same. When they passed by the clothing shop again, Kit asked if the tailor could make him some shorts as well and he seemed ecstatic.

When they walked throughout the entire village, the foxes turned around. "There's still plenty to experience. Any place you want to go?"

"Um..." Kit pondered aloud. They had passed by many places but he was still processing it all. He couldn't begin to think of a single place to go.

"It looks like he needs some help," the gray fox said.

"Yeah, we can show you some good old fashioned fox hospitality. We know a good place to wind down," the second offered. The sun had begun to set so the local tavern was now open. Kit wasn't much of a drinker but still went along and had a few light drinks. While he was getting many looks it seemed he was no longer someone worth endlessly ogling over. A few even came up to him and Kit was happy to chat.

"Why don't different tribe members hang out like this more often?" Kit asked.

"It's mostly because we're all busy taking care of our own. But we're all in good standing with each other and are willing to help anyone who's in need as they would do the same for us." Kit nodded and had another drink but felt that was enough for him.

"Had enough?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah. Just not much of a drinker," Kit admitted.

"So that means the fun's already over, huh?" the bartender asked.

"Oh hush, Tolo!" the gray fox spoke up. Kit had come to learn his name: Marx. And the red fox was named Wroh.

"What does he mean by "fun?"" Kit dared to ask.

"We come here at the end of the day to blow off steam. In addition to drinking there's also a show provided," Marx explained.

"What kind of show?" Kit further inquired.

"A sex show," Wroh said curtly, pointing to the end of the tavern where there was a stage. Kit had assumed someone would be singing or performing a trick for the patrons. "What's even better than a drink is a little sensual show. Nothing relaxes a fox like getting off while a bit buzzed."

"Thanks for the explanation, Wroh," Marx said, rolling his eyes. "And it's completely voluntary."

"Oh... Well... I might be interested. If you guys wanna join me," Kit said. He was feeling comfortable now and already considered Wroh and Marx friends of his. While he spoke with confidence, the pair of foxes looked surprised. Wroh was even blushing a bit before he reached out to grab a bottle. Tilting his head and the bottle back he took a few big gulps before setting it back down and wiping his arm across his muzzle in a rough manner.

"L-let's do it... " Wroh said with a smirk.

"Looks like we've got the first show for the night!" Tolo announced. The other foxes in attendance were already excited when the announcement came but when they saw Kit rise up and head for the stage along with Marx and Wroh they were even more excited, some even whistling and cheering for the bear. They were clearly eager to see him "perform" and Kit didn't aim to disappoint them.

Kit stood in the center of the stage was already lit overhead by a few oil lamps that were connected like a chandelier. Its gently flickering flames brought a gentle and even sensual glow. Kit admired the sight as he looked up but his attention was soon on the pair of foxes as they pressed themselves to either side of him. Both reached out and began to touch Kit. They made intimate contact with the bear, aiming directly from his pecs. Against their hands the pair of foxes felt both muscle and softness from the fur and heft that bears were known for. Together, Marx and Wroh began to rub them directly. They ran over the curvature and felt the smoothness of Kit's pelt.

Kit sighed gently from the touch, finding it both comforting and pleasurable. As they continued rubbing with their hands, the foxes were also moving their faces in. Marx was the first to start sniffing, taking in the musk that was unique and exotic from his perspective. Still having the scents of his own on his pelt, Marx and Wroh were treated to hints of earthy, woody, and also slightly sweet fruits that grew from trees. Being so close to them as well, Kit's powerful nose could also discern the unique toes that the foxes carried on their pelts. Moss was the most apparent aroma along with sugary honeysuckle and even sharp ginger. Their homegrown plants had a greater variety than the foodstuffs that the bears foraged for. Kit appreciated it and groaned when the rubbing hands were joined by their tongues.

"Mmm..." Kit moaned. The foxes' tongues were long and smooth, gently rolling over the fur that covered his chest. It didn't take long before heat and wetness from their saliva had begun to sink in. As the fur began to get ruffled, Wroh and Marx moaned a bit as well when they got a taste of the bear's sweat that had been soaked into it from his long walk. They were sniffing even more now, indulging themselves in the bigger male's natural odor while still working their hands.

While licking his chest, the pair of foxes were moving further away from each other, sliding along until they reached the ursine's pits at about the same time. Kit let them have at it, lifting his arms for them. Letting their curiosity lead the way, Marx and Wroh started out by sniffing at the pits. Slowly and gently to start but they were soon taking in deeper whiffs of Kit's deep yet pleasant earthy musk. The bear's pit fur was still somewhat damp and it was felt when their noses were pressed into the fragrant cleft. Kit shuddered from the feeling of their warm puffs of breath against both pits.

Following their sniffing came the addition of their tongues again. Putting the pair of wet muscles to use, Marx and Wroh began lapping at the pit fur, even touching the parts that were already wet with perspiration. Their broad and lengthy tongues were sweeping along the damp furry surfaces, collecting a taste that was just as enticing as the smell that poured into their twitching noses. Kit was feeling a light pleasure from the smooth textures running along the shape of his underarms, adding to the wetness and warmth that was already there. From getting the taste of bear sweat on their tongues, the pair of foxes moaned even louder, much to the enjoyment of the other patrons that were watching it all play out in front of them.

Those already in the establishment were lapping up the show and those just entering were quick to find a seat to watch. Some took it upon themselves to spread the word and Tolo was more than pleased to have plenty of customers asking for something to drink while they watched one of the bears having fun with a pair of fellow foxes on the stage. In addition to simply watching, some of the vulpines had gone as far as pulling down their shorts enough to stroke themselves. While some amongst the viewers were moaning, others were cheering and still whistling, showing their elation for the show.

Encouraged to keep going by the crowd, Wroh and Marx worked together to clean away more of the kodiak bear's pit sweat. Still moaning from the smells and tastes, the pair of foxes made sure to run their tongues along every part of the respective put they were licking. As the licking got faster and more intense, all mammals on stage were moaning from the enjoyment they were all receiving. When the pit licking came to an end, Marx and Wroh pulled their faces back. Their muzzles were a bit wet with sweat and their own saliva. The smell of bear musk was still strong in their noses even with a bit of distance in between them.

"Wow. That felt good..." Kit said.

"Oh, we're just getting started," Marx said. "Ready, Wroh?"

The red furred fox nodded and together they both got down onto their knees. At this point Kit's loincloth was already lifted by the erection underneath. Together the foxes worked together to first get it off. When the article of clothing fell down and onto the stage floor there were more cheers from the crowd as they got to see Kit's groin completely unobscured. Being able to see it up close, Wroh and Marx marveled at the ursine's loins.

Jutting out from his fully spread sheath was his fully erect bear cock. It was the first time seeing one for a good number of the foxes and they were awed by the sight of it. Marx and Wroh's eyes scanned all over the both long and thick shaft that ended with an angled tip that was broad and flat at the tip. The dark pink flesh was twitching and bobbing in time with the large ursine's heartbeat, much to the close by foxes' growing sense of need for it.

"Wow... I heard bears were big all over but I didn't think they were this[i/] big," Marx said with awe in his voice.

Together the foxes reached their hands out to touch Kit's cock. Both vulpines shuddered when they made contact with the hot and twitching flesh. Marx gave the tip a squeeze, feeling its firmness while Wroh was more towards the base, feeling that the length got a bit thicker the closer his hands got to the sheath. Standing tall and watching the foxes work, Kit was starting to get a sense for his size. Though he was more of the bigger bears in the tribe there were still some that were larger than him like Beric and Largo. In general the bears were of a large size and though these foxes were bigger than most in their tribe as well, seeing their hands feeling his length really put it in perspective for him. His length fit his big hand perfectly so seeing the fox's smaller hands getting a feel for his cock was a bit jarring and ego-stroking at the same time.

The foxes' shared interests didn't just stop at the ursine's cock. There was also a plump pair of balls for them to ogle as well. Taking things further than just gazing upon them, they reached out to feel the furry sack's warmth and heft. As soon as their hands were on it, Marx and Wroh's hands began to move. Both could feel the orbs churning against their touch. Kit was loving the contact he was given. Their hands started out by just tracing along the shape of his sack, getting a good feel for what he had. They were clearly impressed and began to stimulate balls with purpose, aiming to give him pleasure by rubbing in small circles.

"They're big too..." Wroh commented.

"Big enough for the both of us," Marx agreed.

They came in a bit closer and were able to smell the musk that wafted from the bear's balls, having a different tone than his pits. In near perfect sync with each other, the vulpines moved in to press their muzzles directly against the orbs. Not only were they given an even stronger dosage of the kodiak bear's ball musk, they could also feel a bit of wetness from sweat on their noses.

Both humming from the aroma and the excitement they were feeling, Wroh and Marx began nuzzling their faces against it, letting the bit of sweat rub into their muzzle fur and over their sniffing noses. While doing this Kit was still making noises of pleasure. It was making his cock throb a bit harder and precum was starting to leak from the tip as well.

Knowing that they were riling the kodiak bear up more and more, Marx and Wroh eased back to the bear's tip and kept their focus on it. They pressed their lips against it and began to gently run their tongues along the twitching flesh. As they did this they got another taste for the bear. The mixed flavors of distinct sweat, precum, and the smells of ursine crotch musk hooked their interests. An instinctual growl came from what he felt, especially when Marx reached his hands out to caress more of his length as well. While the pair of tongues gently lapped and cleaned away the pre as soon as it came leaking out, the stroking added even more pleasure that Kit fully embraced.

Despite all of the cheering and other noises from the crowd, Kit hadn't paid that much attention to them. He wasn't nervous about being watched, even while having sexual things done to him. With his senses so focused on the direct pleasure that was given to him, the sounds from those watching faded and joined the rest of the background noise. Every so often he would glance over and see a packed bar full of foxes that were lapping up every second.

Kit's attention was on the foxes again as he felt one of them pulling away. He looked down to see that Wroh was easing away and getting up.

"Don't worry," the red fox said. "We've got something for you. A fox speciality." Between the alcohol he drank and the arousal that kept his body flaring hot, Wroh was feeling comfortable and confident. He was full of anticipation while walking around. When he was behind Kit he got down on his knees again, admiring the sight of a big and plump bear butt in his face.

Marx started things off, picking up right where he left off. Licking he licked the tip all by himself, collecting more of the flavorful precum as it came out. Kit again huffed as he noticed that Marx's mouth was starting to venture past that spot. He was slowly opening his muzzle wider to take in more.

"Ooh..." Kit moaned. The fox's maw was shaped differently, having a different feeling to it aside from it being smaller than his fellow bears'. That certainly didn't stop Marx. The strong fox took it as a challenge in fact. Doing it slowly, he was making gradual progress in fully slipping the ursine's cocktip past his wrapped lips. With a small push he managed to take it but didn't stop there. To Kit's and the viewer's surprise, the gray furred vulpine was still pushing his head forwards, taking in the inches that came after.

Kit let out a long-winded groan, loving the steady insertion of his shaft. That tongue was still caressing the sides and bottom of his erection. The pulses were getting stronger and even more precum was spurt into the fox's mouth, much to his delight. While moaning around him, Marx took on even more, having his sights set on taking the length that seemed massive from his perspective. What he had past his lips so far were licked and sucked on.

When he got about halfway there, Marx seemed to be having trouble. He wanted more but his body was putting up some resistance.

"I think he needs some help," Wroh said from behind. "Can you give him some help? Just push on his head."

"A-are you sure?" Kit asked. Both foxes agreed. Kit looked down and saw the expression of approval on the gray vulpine's face. Nodding in response Kit outstretched his hand and rested it on the back of Marx's head. He caressed the flurry gray fur before daring to make the first push. More of his cock slid in and though Marx groaned from the added thickness he didn't gag from the tip pushing its way into his throat. He nodded again and Kit pushed down with more strength than before.

As Kit's moans grew louder, Marx was humming as well from the feeling of having his esophagus spread around the bear's cock. He had adjusted to the size and was able to take it without issue. That left him able to fully appreciate the other mammal's assets. His tongue was still moving, licking an area of the bear's cock that he had trouble reaching before. Hearing the bear's deep moans was all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

At this point the fox had taken most of the bear's length. Feeling that it was time to move things along, Marx began to move his head. First he slid it all the way back until just the tip was still in. He pushed forward again and managed to take even more into his mouth with a bit of help from Kit's guiding hand. Now almost all of it was inside, pressing down his tongue and pulsing inside of his throat. Precum was leaked directly into it and Marx did his best to swallow it down, enjoying both the taste and the heat of it.

Keeping this up, Marx moved his head back and forth and managed to take every inch. His lips touched the fuzzy sheath when his head came sailing upwards with persisting help from Kit's hand. It wasn't just the bear's strength that aided him, Kit was also making sure Marx was pacing himself, controlling the speed with the soft but effective grip he had on the back of the vulpine's head. The bear kept it there until he felt that Marx had finally got the hang of it. That's when he let go and let Marx move his own head along, bobbing it up and down.

Keeping the pace all by himself and taking the bear's shaft all the way down to the sheath as well, Marx showed how capable he could be after getting a little assistance. His ears flicked as he basked in the audible reactions from the crowd. He was enjoying the attention and the palpable envy of his peers. Another grunt and spurt of precum came from Kit and in return he moaned and used his hands to grope himself through his tented shorts.

On the other end of the bear, Wroh felt it was time he inserted himself. He eased his muzzle in and made contact with the back of the kodiak bear's balls. As he had before, he felt the heat radiating from them and the smell of earthy musk was strong in his nose. Without hesitating this time the red fox lapped his tongue along the orbs. Reaching his muzzle in even closer he pressed his nose into the cleft where the start of the sack and the taint met. It was a bit sweatier there and he basked in the wetness and unique tang of bear musk.

While taking in deep breaths Wroh kept running his tongue along the opposite end of the sack, getting a good taste of it and the sweat that was set in the fur, enjoying them both. Kit was moaning even more now, having one fox taking his inches into their mouth and the other using their own mouth to lick all over his sack, cleaning away the sweat that had them feeling a bit damp. He was loving the attention and the pleasure that came from their actions and let them know that via his voice.

From behind he could feel Wroh starting to reach a bit higher with his tongue. With every lick his muzzle was easing upwards little by little until he felt the first puff of warm breath directly against his tailhole. He knew what was coming next and the anticipation was already eating at him. Wroh didn't intend to keep him waiting for long. Just to indulge himself, the red furred fox took in a deep whiff when his nose brushed over the bear's rim. When that same rim was over his lips, Wroh gently ran his tongue over it. The first touch made Kit jump but he quickly relaxed when the second came right after it. Right away, Wroh was continually rolling his tongue in a continuous manner, quickly slathering the bear's winking rim in his fox saliva.

Just as Marx pushed his head forward again, Wroh's tongue pushed into Kit's ass. It spread his rim and made contact with the smooth and hot walls. Kit melted from the dual onslaught of pleasure, actively fighting the growing weakness in his legs. The fox's lengthy and smooth tongue was already reaching in deep. Things got even better then it started moving about, sliding against the tender borders. Sometimes he would move his tongue back and forth and other times he would twist and twirl it in small circles. It was already hitting the bear's prostate, sending even stronger waves of pleasure through his body.

Kit was doing his best to keep his breathing steady. These foxes were really working him over. Marx's mouth was moving a bit faster now and he put more effort into caressing Kit's inches with his throat. Being on the receiving end of it, Kit was loving the intense heat, wetness, and tightness. More of his precum was swallowed down as soon as it came out. Though the gray fox was clearly putting in his best effort, Kit couldn't help but want even more...

He acted on his own desires, placing his hand on the back of the gray fox's head. Marx didn't think much of it at first but when the first thrust came his eyes widened. The bear's strength made it easy for him to shove the pulsing flesh in deep. Marx groaned as it pulled back again. He didn't fight in, instead when he looked up at Kit a wink and small nod was given. Keeping Marx's head steady, Kit began to thrust into the soft and warm maw, plunging his cock into the snug oral tunnel. He didn't stop until his crotch was touching the vulpine's nose. Marx took the opportunity to breathe in more of the bear's groin musk, shuddering from the dual sensations of that and the steady penetrating of his throat.

With just a bit more power and speed, the large bear kept most of his length in past the fox's wrapped lips. As he did this, Marx was doing his best to suck and lick on it in return. He was loving this, admiring the larger male's form and how smoothly his length was moved back and forth. He also loved the warm and fragrant fur that would all but smother his nose, filling it with the bear musk that he quickly got used to. As Kit's deepening grunts were making his ears flick. Knowing what would be coming soon, they flattened a bit. Putting more effort into his sucking and licking, Marx began to moan even more. Kit pushed just a bit harder in return, his balls swinging and striking his chin rhythmically.

Things were just as good on the other end. Wroh knew just where to lick and was loving the squeezes that came down on it. Powering through those clenches, the red fox aimed to lavish the hole with strokes and sweeps. It was already hot and wet from all of his saliva. When Kit started thrusting into his friend's throat, Wroh pressed his hands to the bear's rump, doing his best to hold on and keep up so his rimming could proceed uninterrupted.

Pushing his muzzle in even deeper led to his lips being pressed to the wet rim. Giving it all he had, Wroh moaned from the taste and musk as he began to softly suck on the rim. Licking faster and harder, he purposely sought out the prostate and touching it was making Kit moan out even more. He was loving that sound, evident by the wagging of his fluffy tail.

"Ooh... I'm getting close..!"

These words from Kit made both foxes perk up and they redoubled their efforts, much to Kit's simultaneous shock and delight. Marx was sailing his mouth up and down as best as he could, putting both hands to work. One was pumping at the rest of Kit's length while the other was playing with his balls. Against the thrusts into his throat, he swallowed down on the shaft on purpose, eagerly taking the last spurts of precum into his stomach. From the other end, Wroh was licking hard enough for his tongue to ache a bit but he pressed on, touching any and everything he could within the plush passage. One hand was kept on the bear's soft ass while the other reached out to caress the balls from the other end.

Having two mouths working so hard on him and a hand rubbing his balls from either end as well, Kit was quickly pushed to his limits. He growled and pushed his cock down into Marx's throat just before the first strong throb came. His shaft swelled against the squeezing throat before an even thicker and hotter jet of pure bear cum was released. Marx moaned as it filled his throat, quickly followed by another. Kit was moaning out from the intense bliss that came over him. Wroh was still rimming him and the continued squeezes from Marx's throat were both doing well to milk out his loads. His churning balls were still being rubbed as well, helping even more in feeding the gray fox thick mouthfuls of his spunk.

Marx certainly wasn't a stranger to swallowing cum. But he had never had to drink down this much. As soon as he gulped down a hefty amount there came another thick splurt that filled his throat all over again. Kit managed a few more soft thrusts, grunting as he continued to bask in the feelings that came with such a powerful orgasm. With a deep sigh, the bear pulled his shaft free as the last gush came, this time coating the smaller mammal's tongue before it was swallowed as well. Both foxes eased up then; Marx eased his mouth off with a smile on his face. On the other end, Wroh pulled his tongue from the bear's tailhole and sighed as well, feeling satisfied with his own experience.

"Up for a little more?" Marx asked as he looked up at Kit. The bear was quick to agree, his still erect cock twitched again. With the confirmation given, both foxes rose up. The crowd was again cheering as Wroh and Marx began undressing, taking off their vests and shorts. Kit was soon able to see the vulpines' bodies up close. He admired their forms, the bulk that showed even underneath their pelts. Marx was just a bit taller than Wroh but were very similar in proportion. In addition to gazing upon their uncovered bodies as a whole, Kit was able to see their lengths. They weren't like his own, from their sheaths were cocks that were pointed at the tip like a spear. They were dark red in color and ending them were especially thick bulbs. Kit found them interesting and even exotic. He was most curious about the knot. Being a bear for a few days now he understood how sheaths worked but how did they get the knot in there?

The foxes chuckled and approached him. Marx was the first to get into position. In clear view of the kodiak bear and the crowd, the gray fox got down on his hands and knees, lifting his tail to show off his backside. "Come and get it, big bear."

Kit was instantly mesmerized by the sight, licking his lips as he watched the tail swinging back and forth in a slow and hypnotic manner. He approached and lowered himself down onto his hands and knees. When close enough he was picking up on the vulpine's unfamiliar but no less welcoming scent. While getting himself acquainted with the other male's light musk, Kit pressed his lips to the soft and warm hole that was just underneath the tail. He enjoyed the taste that came from slowly dragging it upwards. One time, then another. The first lick was enough to make Marx moan out. He could feel how big the bear's tongue was and it made him shudder in anticipation.

The licking ended with the tongue being pushed against the rim, making it slowly spread around the invading muscle before it gave way and allowed entry. As the bear's wet appendage slid in, Marx moaned out again. His tailhole was already squeezing down on it but he wasn't deterred. Carefully pushing through it, he began licking directly at the walls and Marx moaned out even more, his voice echoing out for everyone to hear.

Kit worked his tongue to simultaneously bring pleasure and also prepare the soft passage, using his saliva as makeshift lube that allowed him to reach his tongue in even deeper, touching even more of the vulpine's interior. Marx's cock was leaking and twitching. He was fully aroused already from sucking off then drinking down the bear's loads. It didn't take long for the bear's tongue to find his prostate and when it was touched Marx jumped and trembled. He melted from the pleasure that was growing as the licking was getting smoother. Kit rolled his tongue along the clenching walls. He got a bit lost in the repetition, scent, and smoothness his taste buds slid over.

Moaning against the soft hole, Kit was drooling a bit, getting the outside just as wet as the inside. The more he licked, the more that Marx responded with moans and heavier pants. The fox's precum was leaking on the stage floor and his tail was wagging even more. He pushed his rump back and felt Kit's tongue slid in even deeper. Resting his upper half on his elbows, Kit planted both hands on the fox's butt and spread his cheeks. Being groped like this made the fox yip, feeling his anus being licked with greater vigor. Wanting more pleasure, he began grinding his rump against the bear's licking muzzle. Kit didn't disappoint; enjoying every second of pressing and swirling with his tongue. It was being done with an added roughness and more pressure as well.

"Ah... O-okay, that's enough..." Marx said. Kit understood and eased up, pulling his tongue free. That's when the gray fox looked back at him with a toothy grin. "I want you to finish me with that big bear cock."

Those words made Kit shudder and he was already moving in with purpose. He eased his large body over Marx's, having to be aware of his weight. The fox was loving the weight that pressed against his back. He could hear Kit grunt as he got into position, his cocktip poking at his freshly licked tailhole. With a bit of pushing he began to ease his length inside. Marx moaned out even louder than before. There was no pain in his voice. Instead he basked in the pleasure of being filled by the biggest cock in his life so far.

Kit was moaning as well from the tightness that wrapped itself around his bearhood. When about half of his length was in, he couldn't help but thrust the rest in, thumping his pelvis against the fox's flurry furred rump. After taking a moment so Marx could adjust, Kit began thrusting in properly. Trembling from the intense pleasure that took hold, Marx's hands sprawled out and his claws dug into the stage's smooth wood. He was all but screaming out as Kit got into a steady rhythm, grinding his pulsing and leaking cock against the walls that were wonderfully tight around it.

Being behind them both, Wroh approached. With a grin on his face, the red fox positioned himself behind the thrusting kodiak bear. Kit felt the hands on his rump but didn't stop. When he felt the prodding of Wroh's cock, there was a flash of excitement that blitzed through him. It felt different from his fellow bear's, especially when it was being pushed in until nothing but the knot was left out. Wroh bit his lip from the hot and gripping hole that welcomed in his length. And on top of that, there was a plump and soft bear rump for him to caress while he thrust into it.

Wroh quickly caught up, matching the pace that Kit was already going at. While keeping a good hold on the bear's backside, he was panting from the pleasure that completely took over his senses. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

While the foxes were given their first experience with a bear, Kit was loving the treatment he was receiving. Being the one in the middle, he was able to penetrate a tight hole while also having another cock pushing deep into his tailhole. It was touching his extra sensitive spots and making him leak more precum than usual. The most exciting thing was that knot that would push against his rim every time Wroh thrust forward.

"Oooah..." Kit panted, feeling himself being pushed further along. The pulsations of his cock and the clenching of his anus were both getting stronger, much to the foxes' delight. He began thrusting faster and Marx was quick to exclaim. Wroh followed suit and matches this new pace and put a little extra into it for added measure.

Being left to endure two sources of pleasure at once, Kit was panting heavily. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He was pushing his cock in as deep as it could, running right over the gray fox's prostate every time. A deep grunt came from deep in his chest as he thrust in a final time, cumming hard inside of Marx. The fox in question was treated to first the deep filling before the hot rush of bear seed came. He shook hard and dragged his claws against the wood as he reached his climax as well, shooting his loads onto the stage floor. Just as Kit began to wind down, Wroh huffed behind him and made a hard push that jammed his knot in. KIt jumped from the feeling of being knotted for the first time while Who was sighing deeply from the almighty bliss that took hold of him. Kit felt the bulb throbbing along the rest of the shaft as hot ropes were released in his anus. He sighed from the feeling but noticed that the knot acted as a plug...

"Yeah, he's gonna be stuck to you for a while," Marx said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. From behind Wroh mumbled in agreement, resting his body on top of the bear's as he panted and rode out the incredible feeling of cumming so hard. Kit trusted the two and their advice so he made himself as comfortable as he could while still on the stage and in clear view of those watching them...