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Arctic Embrace

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. It involves such sensitive topics as transformation and animalistic sex. If this rubs you the wrong way, please, dear god, do not read this. If you are under 18 years of age (or the appropriate age for buying pornography,) don't read this. If you enjoy passionate stories bending the boundaries of physical form, well then, I guess you can read this, but don't say I did not warn you.

She had pounded on the door for hours, knees digging twin divots in to the swirling snow. Her anger kept her arms moving even though she could barely feel them anymore. But regardless of how she screamed, begged, and pleaded, the gray exterior of their home-base remained unfazed.

Sobbing into her goggles, the researcher, pushed herself unsteadily to her knees. The heavily insulated expedition gear would let her live for awhile, but the howling snow from the harsh wind made it impossible to see more than a few feet. And everything except the passive gray of their enclosure was the same uncaring blustery whiteness.

Perhaps, maybe just possibly. . . she could find where the other group had wandered off to . . . they couldn't all have just vanished. Bleary eyed, she put one foot in front of the other as she walked away from the one source of food and shelter she had as she remembered how she found herself stranded in this arctic wasteland.

* * *

It was finally her time to do hands on research in the arctic wonderland that she had been studying for years. She had diligently researched in classrooms for terms and terms, and now she would get to do research in the field with a group of true professionals!

Polar bears were endangered from over-hunting, climate change, and their shrinking habitat. But her studies put a whole new ghastly light over their predicaments. The arctic was quickly becoming a chemical sink. It was not only because chemical companies dumped things up there (although that certainly did not help,) but thanks to the currents and tides around the area. All kinds of waste, chemical and otherwise, ended up getting washed up there and contained in a frigid cocktail.

Originally this went unnoticed, as the area seemed relatively inhospitable, but as people began to see migrant schools of fish with extra eyes, and killer whales whose flesh rotted even as they slowly died, inquiries began to be raised. The particular substances she was tracing were called polybrominated diphenyls, and their effects were even stranger than the putrid whales.

It was used as a fire retardant in plastics for sofas, TVs, and other household appliances, but it seeped out of the plastics it was bonded with and into the ocean. It did not seem to have a terrible effect on marine life, but when it traveled up the food chain to the polar bears, its effects were unsettling.

There were noticeable changes to thyroid, metabolic, and brain functionality. But these changes were difficult to see without close inspection. The obvious changes were to their sex. There were now thirty eight registered bears on this island, and all of them were documented hermaphrodites. Not simply slight shifts in sexual dimorphism, but they seemed to have fully developed genitals of both sexes.

However, despite the seemingly virile endowments they all possessed, they all were ostensibly sterile. She said ostensibly because when research on this island started four years ago, there were only seven bears here, and now, somehow, the population was steadily growing.

The island itself had developed quite a grisly reputation over the years amongst researchers as well. Almost any expedition that went out ended losing someone. This doesn't necessarily mean that they were killed, although there was really no place to live on such a desolate island. Originally, it was assumed that previous researchers had simply gotten lost and frozen to death, but then some of their clothes had been found blowing around in a storm.

The Syke's expedition had all gone missing at the same time, and no trace was ever found of any of the five that stayed there, but their shelter sill remained intact, with most of their equipment in perfect functioning condition. This created a great impetus for her operation to go out. There was already a stocked base camp, and the added mystery of what happened to the previous team?

Some people blamed the bears, but all of the clothes their group found were intact, bloodless, and the bodies were never found. Perhaps it was some form of lunacy that struck after being in such a remote area for so long. They would be here for three months before the helicopter would return. But it was fine. They still had telecommunications unless there was a heavy blizzard or electromagnetic disturbance.

Her group was six people large, and all of them had had first hand experience in the arctic except for her. The first week passed quickly as they cataloged what research the Syke's expedition had left and then managed to find and tag five more bears on the island. None of them seemed to be juveniles either, and so they must have been overlooked previously.

One night, a large storm front moved in, bringing with it gale force winds and kicking up the snow in blinding sheets. Food was kept in a radiating attachment to the main hub, removing the need for refrigeration, but when the cold chamber was checked that morning, it had been pillaged. Somehow, the bears had managed to break into it . . . without causing any structural damage.

The door was simply flapping in the wind as ice billowed into where their food had been kept. Nothing was torn open either, all of the containers were missing, perhaps blown away after the bears dragged them out? There was no other food on the island . . . not enough for the days they would need to wait for the blizzard to pass.

The group of four Swedish scientists immediately launched a party to go see where the food had gone, and record what the bears had done with it. That left her with her American counterpart, Richard. He was a brilliant researcher, but a complete narcissistic twat. She had been avoiding working directly with him, and so far had evaded any conflicts. But she had underestimated how much of an ass he was.

They had agreed that they should check the cold storage room to see if there was anything salvageable that they had missed, as all they had to share for food was 6 packets of Cocoa mix and a candy bar. But as soon as she geared up and headed through the front heat-lock, the door slammed behind her and she could hear bolts slide, clacking impossibly loud, even through the arctic blizzard.

* * *

She could find no signs of the Swedes, her body was beginning to feel distant as her legs plodded, one in front of the other, out into the snow. After what seemed like days of walking, she finally tripped, and couldn't seem to pull herself out of the indentation she had made in the billowing snow.

It would have been painful, but it was so cold that everything was already numb. She closed her eyes and listened to the howling wind as she let her head rest on a cushion of snow as she waited for the end of it all. Footsteps crunching through the snow was the last thing her mind hazily registered before she blacked out.

* * *

She was lying in her bed at home, but no one else seemed to be there. Everything was weathered; bleached by the effects of age, and the walls were piercing white. As she struggled to sit up, something was in the way. Someone had piled too many blankets on her, it was hard to breathe under all of the weight.

And yet they were warm. Usually, she would be burning up under all of those musty blankets, but it was like she had never felt heat before. The light was unusually bright as it reflected off the ashen walls, and so she pulled her musty covers over her head.

But it was tight, hard to breathe . . .

* * *

Coughing and sputtering, she woke up from her bizarre dream. She could still hear the blizzard billowing around but it was muffled by something. She was warm, and some musty animal scent hung in the still air near her face. Opening her eyes, she quickly closed them as some thick fibers poked her, almost like animal hair.

Suddenly, cold air swirled over her face as some intense pressure lifted off of her. And she looked up in to the black curious eyes of a polar bear, peering through it's legs at her. She shivered as the cold wind blew over her, and slowly took off her goggles to make sure that she wasn't still dreaming.

She winced as the head of the bear leaned in and sniffed her hood noisily. The ponderous muzzle nipped at her insulated hood and yanked it back with seeming curiosity. Not wanting to startle the huge beast that loomed over her, she remained confused and still.

They had observed the bears from a distance, and occasionally tranquilized one to attach an RFID tag to it. During that time she had managed to see the specific . . . mutations of the bears of this islands. It was a little difficult to make out, but after sifting through the fur between a sedated bear's legs she had found a perfectly dual natured package. Shaggy animal sheath with plump testes held taut against the body. Under the testes rest the thin black lips of a fully formed female labia. This kind of thing almost never occurred naturally . . .

A wet sloppy lick at her now exposed ear jerked her out of her reflection. She fell back in shock; polar bears might seem friendly and curious, but they were absolutely savage predators. Wincing as the back of her head hit the thin coat of snow on the ground, she stared up at the exposed package attached to the silky undercarriage of the bear, a small inky back tip poking out of the male sheath as the feminine folds glistened.

As she stared dumbstruck at the first hand view of ursine anatomy, the bear took a step to the side, and then gave her a head bump as she tried to sit up, rubbing against her almost like a cat. Its cavernous maw opened again and began to lick fecklessly across her face. The hot huffing breath was not as rancid as she expected, but rather a damp musky odor.

She tried to shove the seemingly playful beast off of her, but she might as well have tried to bench press a Cadillac. Closing her eyes and pulling her head back and forth, away from the slightly rough long black tongue, she began to realize that she should be dead. Had this bear saved her? . . .That was completely outside of possibility . . . perhaps it thought she was its cub?

Sensations were beginning to feel odd. The cold on her exposed face seemed less and less pressing, like she was wearing a wool balaclava. Raising a thick gloved hand to her cheek, she could feel something odd happening. Tearing off a glove, she raised her bare hand up to encounter short soft fuzz, white as snow, growing up her cheeks and down her neck, following the slavering licks that were still raining down on her.

Two gargantuan paws rest on her chest, although it seemed as if the beast was careful not to crush her. Looking up into soulful black eyes, she felt some kind of strange connection with the huffing, snowy white bear as it's black tongue ran over its equally ebon lips in a gesture she no longer found disconcerting at all . . .

The two paws on her chest felt nice, but the heat was growing to the point that it was uncomfortable, prickly, hot even. Her free hand had not become frostbitten yet, and so she removed her other glove as her fingers began to open the myriad buttons and zippers that kept her insulation on, the incessant scratchy feeling was the only thing on her mind.

The bear seemed to want to help, and it tugged on one sleeve as she slipped out of her rayon husk, still itchy as she tore off her thermal underwear. She let loose a pant of relief before looking down and letting out a gasp of shock.

First of all, she was in the middle of a sub-zero blizzard and had just ripped her only chance of survival off. This should bother her. But that niggling doubt was subsumed but the fact that she was sprouting a thick pelt of glorious white fur, just like . . . a bear's?

Moving of her own accord her hands moved up to tug at the fur as it prickled in over her olive toned breasts. It was soft and supple, but her skin felt off, looser, durable, animal. While she thought about any possible scientific explanation, the bear's head pushed in and sniffed at her. It was impossible to be afraid of something so curious and . . . oddly expressive, attractive even.

Flexible black lips wriggled as the strange ashen tongue lapped over her lips, soon pushing inside of them. The long flat tongue was deft and slick as it slopped roughly around her mouth, her own tongue lapping into it almost reflexively. As they shared a strange kiss she felt the warm and deeply musky breath of the beast panting over her face as its paws rose up to her exposed chest.

They began rubbing in an almost human fashion, pushing in, pulling in small circles on her breasts, broad paw pads soft against her skin as a wave of pearly fur enveloped them. Massive claws tickled over her nipples as they began to darken, becoming a deep midnight hue and wildly sensitive, causing her to gasp into the bear's muzzle through their bizarre kiss.

Rubbing more intensely, the broad paws seemed to press into her as her breasts receded slightly, covering more of her frame, but becoming more animal, less prominent. Her mouth felt odd; pushing, cracking slightly as it jerked out into the beginnings of a muzzle, teeth sharpening as her nose turned up and gained a slick black leathery exterior. Her own tongue became flatter, and darker as her lips twitched with new mobility, playing over the bear's own with every desperate stroke of their fleshy mouths.

With a drawn out slurp, the polar bear pulled back and licked down the ruff of fur on her neck, nuzzling the soft hair as its attention wandered lower. Her hands wandered over the soft round ears as the head snuffled around her still changing breasts. The cold nose huffed electrically past her hard black nipple and her fingers started to tug and rub at the huge bear's ears as it rumbled in pleasure.

With renewed vigor the bear began to nibble on her nipple, sucking and twisting it in his teeth and slavering tongue as its massive paw kneaded her mammary roughly. The feeling was amazing, making her gasp as shocks of pleasure ran through her body. The sly mouth of the bear was tugging downwards, and she felt something peeled, dragged down as her woolly hair continued to prickle in up to her ribs.

The sensations stayed just as strong as the mouth clamped down and slid off her damp nipple tugging downwards at the same time; kneading paw seeming to pull her flesh along with it in tight squeezes. She gave a throaty purr as the bear pushed in and her head reared back in pleasure. The tongue felt so good, teasing her flesh it felt so soft, so sensitive, almost familiar . . .

When the head finally pulled back with a last lusty slurping lick, she looked down with eyes wide in amazement. Below her a new ebon nipple steamed in the blustery wind, standing out in stark contrast to the mat of thick comfortable white fur on the soft supple flesh that surrounded it. Polar bears had four teats . . .but this wasn't right. She touched the fleshy nub with her hot human hands, and gasped at the raw feelings that it produced. Her thighs rubbed together as she could feel a wet slickness seep underneath her snow pants.

This bear . . . why was it doing this? It had saved her life, or at least it seemed like it had. Even though it was hundreds of pounds of teeth and muscle, it seemed so innocent.

Her breath caught as the ponderous bear began to gnaw gently at her other nipple.

Chemical mutations could do all kinds of crazy things to an animal . . . but surely not something to this effect?

As her nipple divided into two she convulsed in glorious sensations.

And it still didn't explain the bear's ability to reproduce while being seemingly sterile . . .

The new nipple was tugged into place as a fourth mound of female flesh formed, covered in a downy fur so thick that the frigid blizzard seemed like a sunny day.

Unless . . .

Her hands ran over her face as the bear pulled its lusty head up off of her. It was such an attractive animal, strong and sensitive. She felt her slightly sharpened canines, and rubbery lips, and she could smell her own spittle vividly with her new black flaring nose.

Was this really something she was okay with? Shouldn't she be panicking? Trying to escape?

The ice below her back no longer bothered her as it was held at bay by a sea of thick witte fur that flowed all the ways to her waist. She gazed into the eyes of the bear, and there was the kind of communication that words can only dream of. There was nothing malicious about this. She wanted to study the bears . . . and how much closer could one get to a bear than this?

With one last sloppy lick the bear pulled its gargantuan head up and its peaceful eyes looked at her almost as if waiting. She moved her hands over her thick woolly hair feeling her stiff teats, both pairs of them tensing slightly at her touch, still slick with the clever bear's saliva. She reached forward and scratched the bear under its massive chin, and it leaned into it, chest rumbling as it nosed her palm, snuffling happily.

The blizzard was almost completely an afterthought at this point. Her body felt absolutely boiling with all of the layers covering her legs, and with almost no hesitation she began to unclasp her heavy boots. The bear seemed eager to help, grasping the loose footwear gingerly with its sharp jaws and yanking backwards, jerking at her legs until the boots slid off. It even peeled back one pair of socks, showing considerable oral prowess as she tugged off the other pair.

She wriggled out of her insulated over-pants, leaving only her gray thermal-wear. The bear nuzzled up her leg and nibbled at the waist band, tugging it down and leaving her lower half completely exposed, but seemingly unaffected by the freezing winds. The ice tingled against her still human skin, but it was a distant concern as she looked up at the sea of white fur over her.

Carefully, the bear stepped over her legs, flanking them with its massive forepaws. Slowly lowering itself, it let its fluffy chest fur rest on her legs as it settled over her, steamy breath puffing against her navel as it began to lap. The silky feeling of her fur following the tongue down her torso was addicting, long black tongue lighting up her bare skin and mouth nibbling through her growing hairs.

As the wave of warm whiteness descended towards her hips, the bear began to focus intently on the stretch of skin between her belly button and her most vulva. It's tongue scraped against her flesh with mind searing acuity, and sharp teeth nibbled at her skin as she felt it loosening in an odd way. She rubbed the ears of the giant head obstructing her view as each lapping lick seemed to stretch her out further and further, seeming far more sensitive than it had any right to.

With every rough wet lap, her skin rose up, pulled out into a fleshy tube and subsumed in pearlescent fuzz. Tilting it's head up, the bear let its sly dusky tongue slide into the tip of her new sheath, pulling the pliant skin this way and that as she moaned and scratched its ears, fingers clenched in ecstasy. With one last shove into the relatively unoccupied inside of the forming maleness, the bear slid its tongue out and down her newly formed male sheath.

The bear drew back, and she couldn't believe her eyes. It was hard to make it out through all of her warm thick fur, but . . . she could definitely feel it. A soft bulge that ran up from just above her female slit, covered in pillowy whiteness. There was no black tip that she could see though. Her mind hazily pondered why as the bear's huffing head snuffled further down her reclining body.

A quick panting sniff over her clitoris made her spine tingle, and her body shiver. Hot breath washed over her folds as the bear huffed above them for a second, pausing for the briefest of moments before licking up with its tongue in one long upwards stroke all the way from the bottom of her labia, up past her wickedly sensitive clit.

Her vulva darkened, becoming black and puffy, each ravaging stroke causing a new paroxysm of pleasure, making her groan and growl as her female lips swelled, pushing slightly tighter together as they began to pulse and weep a sweet clear fluid. With a straining shove, the tongue slid inside of her, longer, more flexible, stronger, and much more intense than a human could ever dream of being. The bear twisted and stroked her clenching insides, occasionally slurping out past her twitching ebon clit, before plunging sinuously back into her.

It was almost as if her insides were being pushed deeper to compensate for the probing intruder. Her whole torso had also bulked up huskily, and was covered in tight muscles and loose bear skin with a powder white coat of musky fur. Pulsing and weeping bliss, her vagina throbbed as the inky tongue at last drew itself out of her in a sloppy slurp, dripping with her fluids as it strained up to her surprised mouth and they shared a surprised ursine kiss, lapping at each other's tongues as her own twisted and pulled even longer, entwining with the bear's.

She felt the cold air pass over her frail seeming olive skinned legs as the warm pressure of the beast rose off of them, shaking itself to dislodge a few errant flakes of snow. Its slightly less massive seeming head bumped insistently against her side, and so she rolled over, on to her hands and knees. She could feel the freezing ice with her hands, but her body was so hot it didn't even bother her as she licked her cold black nose with her new long dusky tongue reflexively, smelling the heady scent of aroused bear.

The musky scent of both male and female bears hung in her mind, dancing with an almost imageistic quality. Brilliant fur had covered her body, subsuming her shoulders and buttocks. She looked over her shoulder to see the bear sniffing around her hindquarters, rumbling in surprise as the cold black nose snuffled about her exposed anus roughly.

Tenderly, the mouth grabbed her hair and loose skin just above her rear, making her growl as it tugged sharply, and she heard a sharp crack and felt a wash of heat. Jerking again, the head tugged harder, tugging her straining legs across the ice slightly, but this time it felt good, like popping your back, only harder. With one last tug, the bear pulled out the last section of her fluffy stub of a tail.

She wagged it experimentally, grinning at the thought. It was the perfect size and shape to cover up her backside. The fluffy hairs were matted with the bear's spittle, she could feel the faint chill electrically against her anus. Her fur had reached the point that she could shake it and she loosely reveled in the exhilarating feeling.

Breaking her away from her reverie, strong forepaws stepped over her from behind. She could feel fluffy belly fur rub against her thick back coat, and soon the beast stood over her, panting heavily, powerful scent seeming to ring out through her senses. She was still small enough that none of the bear's weight rested on her, and it felt good to be so close to it, warm and safe.

The bear's belly pushed down slightly on her rump, and she wondered why until she felt something prod her rear. Something black, tapered, and throbbing needfully, drooling a trail of pleasure over her fur. The bear's thrusts rocked her, poking her thigh and her shapely rear, making her oddly giddy in anticipation, her cunt pulsing and seeping.

With a jostling shove, the purple black member slid into the awaiting embrace of her folds. Only the tip of the member had emerged from the sheath, but it slid in and out of her with the colossal rocking making her growl and baww in strangled pleasure. The bear's breath huffed above her head, and she pushed back, raising her rump as they rocked together.

The ursine rod was growing, sinking deeper with every thrust, stretching her further as she clenched around it. Her arms stiffened as they began to grow, shaggy white fur blossoming over straining muscles that made her once lithe appendages stocky and strong. Her tongue lolled out of her half formed face, breath steaming in the air.

Thicker, longer the member grew as it slid wildly into her. She could feel every throb and pulse as she tightened around it. The pleasure seemed to echo through her body, and she felt the rhythmic hotness building under her, stirring something deep within growing with every throb and thrum within her. A new spicy scent of virility filled the air as she panted, head raised, sniffing with her flaring nostrils. She lowered her head, moaning at a particularly pleasant thrust, and stared back between her twisting arms.

A slick black tip was poking newly formed out of her once empty sheath. With every thrust and jolt of pleasure it grew larger, glistening. She could feel the hairs from her thick sheath brush across it and shivered; so new, so sensitive. Tongue lolling out she watched it pulse as she clenched around the similar member sliding inside of her.

Her arms and legs jerked as the wave of thick padded hairs rushed past her knees and elbows. With four sickening cracks they pulled into the proper alignments, making it easier rest to her weight on her hands as they continued to bulk up covered with tight muscles that strained as they changed.

The bear bellowed as it hit something inside of her that made her mind light up in bliss. Her pussy started contracting wildly as the thrusts became smaller, more urgent, each one a pent up mass of intensity as their bodies slammed into each other. Her new penis rocked under her, marbled blackness poking out further into the cold whiteness of the storm.

She screamed in a rush of pure sensation as the changes hit her hands. They swelled and widened, cracking as they became blunt and powerful, impervious to the cold beneath them. Her nails thickened, tugging out spastically into wicked claws that clicked against the ice as thick insulated pads swelled on her broadening palms and fingers. As her new digits rubbed together, soft and shaggy white fur grew between them, nestling them in a permanent coat of comforting softness. They clenched against the ice as the member rubbed against that perfect spot inside of her.

Her heels pulled up and back, turning into a strong thick joint as her feet pulled out and her legs shortened, forcing her to the balls of her feet. They thickened as claws erupted and pads formed, muscles rippling through her whole body as her posture shifted. Slowly the pressure of the bear on her grew, she could feel the four taut nipples poking through the fur on her back as the fore-paws to the sides of her shoulders raised off the ground, clenching around her barreling chest, pulling the molten member as far as it could go inside of her.

The beasts fuzzy testes pressed just below her black and swollen flesh where it stretched around the base of the throbbing member inside of her. She could feel them begin to clench and squeeze and her own skin felt soft and loose under them. Each fuzzy bump made her own flesh more sensitive, softer and pliant, a fuzzy sack developing with the pillowy friction. Each fuzzy hump caused the bear's pendulous orbs to rock and slap into her, more and more sensitive with every coarse rocking thrust, her prick still straining as her wet hot insides began to clench and spasm wildly.

Bellowing, the bear lowered its neck against the back of her head, closing it's eyes as it pulled itself forward, testes churning and pulsing, hot black shaft beginning to jerk and jolt as he haltingly started to pump wave after wave of male essence into her swollen cunt as it milked the shaft for all it was worth. Her claws all clenched as she roared out a moan of animal pleasure, each spurt of blazing warmth was a liquid blessing, causing a shudder of pleasure to rocket through her.

With each gushing burst, the white fuzzed pouch under her turgid sheath swelled, testes dropping and pulsing larger as the bear's slapped furiously against them, maleness flowing into her in hot spurts. Pre began to dribble from the dark and chiseled tip of her member that poked maddeningly out of the sheath below her, steaming as it hit the ice below.

They both screamed in pleasure with one last gut-wrenching blast of ecstasy that made their lips curl up and her tongue lap wildly at the musky neck fur of the bear above her.

Nibbling her ear, the bear slid out of her with a soft squelch, rolling off and landing on his back in the snow; spent, and still in the blissful afterglow, paws waggling in the air with echoes of pleasure as the slick member began to pull back into his taut sheath.

She shook herself from head to toe, her entire body covered in a thick warm coat that flopped about around her. She felt good, but oddly, only half satisfied. There was something that still rested under her, pulsing, new orbs clenched beneath the tight sheath, the black tip engorged, throbbing in the cold air. Amid the smells of their passionate love-making, there was something that tickled her nose. . . and her other parts. Nostrils huffing, she padded around on her four new stocky and strong legs.

Still dazed, the bear's head shot up as the woman's nose buried itself under his spent testes and inhaled deeply, brushing over the slick black lips of the wet femininity that rested there. It groaned as her tongue flickered out and lapped across the tight dark lips. The taste was thrilling, it made her feel hot and horny, she wanted, needed this. Her tongue invaded the dark and swollen folds, spicy taste lighting up her tongue as she pressed in and slid out across the button clit, making the bear ululate in pleasure.

She awkwardly pulled herself up, on the prostrate animal's snowy front, still considerably smaller than the massive beast. Her chest slid past its exposed testes and furry sheath, and she could feel their nipples rub tortuously together through their thick brushy fur. Nostrils flaring as she sniffed up the bear's musky undercarriage, she drank in the musky animal smell as she rested on the ursine's chest, its rear paws splayed out into the air on either side of her hind legs.

Almost instinctively her husky paws wrapped around the bear's broad chest, just under his front legs as she bent her hips in and began to rock. Each jolting thrust made her feel more and more pensive, needy as her dripping midnight prick slid over white fur, poking spent testes with feckless prods, working lower until the balls jostled just above it.

Her wild eyes dilated as her pointed member sunk through the swollen black lips and the bear grunted in surprised delight. The wet hot folds slid over her as she drew back and thrust forward again, harder, rocking both of their bodies. Toes twitching as her member began to grow tortuously longer, her hips jack-hammered further into the black passage that began to pull and knead around her hot penis.

Straining, her entire body seemed to resonate with pleasure as it began to grow larger, chest barreling out as her limbs bulked up, becoming stocky and strong, the way they should be. Her anus clenched as her hips grew wider and she growled as her neck stretched out far enough to meet the stunned muzzle of the bear in a sloppy kiss.

Their sharp teeth clicked together as she plunged in further and further, her testes beginning to writhe and churn. With a grinding growl, her muzzle stretched out as her head grew, becoming at least as large as the soft bear under her. Their tongues entwined and their noses inhaled each other's hot musky breath

, lips curling in bliss as she spread him open wider, deeper as the bear's passage clenched tighter and more insistently. Slowly, its exhausted black maleness extended from its sheath, being rubbed between the silken furs of their bellies maddeningly.

Churning with an ever increasing squeezing need, her testes slapped against the prostrate bear's anus as her member was jerking, tugging with every grinding shove as it grew to its full and sizable length and girth. Her front paws latched on the the bear's flanks even tighter as her bucks became smaller and more intense. Sliding her head sideways, she opened her mouth at an impossibly wide angle, showing her black lips and pearly teeth, lunging in and letting their mouths embrace as their dusky tongues danced in a pleasured tangle.

With one last body rocking, pleasured thrust she buried herself balls deep in the clenching black confines, and her testes began to boil, growing into their impressive ursine size as her member began to jerk and pull, squeezed in the impossibly tight and writhing depths. Her stubby tail lifted as she began to come, jetting hot waves of seed deep into her musty lover. Their muzzles roared into one another as their eyes closed and their bodies writhed in perfect unison.

Every pumping jolt caused their nipples to rub together as their bodies collided. Her testicles clenched and writhed with every spurt, squeezing out her molten seed with amazing pulsing alacrity. Soon she could feel the bear's member sandwiched by her belly jerking and writing fitfully as it released yet another load that drenched their stomachs with musky bear seed. She clenched and pushed, lost in a haze of ecstasy until every last mote of pleasure had seeped out of her into the beautiful growling bear below her.

* * *

Soon, she pulled out, sliding through the exhausted folds as their muzzles disentangled from each other. She flopped down and let her muzzle rest against her lover's neck, listening to the bear still huffing from their unique workout.

She thought to herself drowsily as they drifted off to an exhausted dream land.

After they clean themselves up, they should go get something to eat. And she suspected that they might recently come upon a large amount of particular food. . .