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Shelter from the Storm.

A man in extremis saves himself using the only available means.

Warning! This story contains bestiality and full-body insertion. Hmm... that's about it, really. Not so bad, then.

Chapter 1.

The scout knew he was dying. Wind-blasted gritty ice froze to his goggles as he stumbled on. If he didn’t find immediate shelter hypothermia would claim him in a few minutes. Already he could feel his thoughts becoming sluggish, could feel tiredness entreating him to lay down in the snow. He’d lost feeling in his arms and legs; paradoxically they felt warm. But he knew the mortal danger he faced. Gotta find shelter… gotta find shelter… The mantra repeated in his mind.

His rugged thermal clothing was inadequate for the sudden blizzard that had rolled over the tundra. He’d intended a half-day hike to a frozen waterfall – the weather had been mild at the start of his sojourn. But storms descended quickly here. He staggered forward on numb legs until uneven rocks hidden in the ice tripped him. Ahead he could barely discern a darker blotch against the grey swirling mass of storm. If it was a cave, he might survive. If it was just a big rock, he would die. The rime on his goggles made it impossible to resolve until he’d crawled closer.

Gotta find shelter… It was a few moments before the man realized he could hear crunching of powdered ice beneath hands and knees. Wind no longer buffeted him. He raised his head and scrubbed a gauntlet over the frosted visor. A huge cavern of ice extended into blackness ahead. Without the onslaught of the storm the man was able to stand and totter across the worn-smooth floor of the cave.

Wind flurried ice at the entrance but perhaps deeper the cave would become more comfortable. The cold probably would kill him but at least he’d delayed his death for some moments. Massive columns of frozen water lining the walls gave the cavern the aura of a cathedral. The ceiling was at least six metres above. Wan dusk light faded as the entrance receded. Bioluminescent moss in light blue and yellow illuminated the way forward. It would be a beautiful place to spend his last breath.

A few turns into the cavern and the air was calm but thrummed with the distant sound of blizzard. The man’s eyes adjusted to the subtle glow of the moss. Another turn and the he stumbled into a brown wall of fur.

It took a few moments for his sluggish brain to resolve what he faced. Oh. Oh shit. He was in the den of a hibernating Colossal-bear. They weren’t truly bears – in physiology they were more canine. But they hibernated over winter and looked very bear-like. Just… they were gigantic. An adult Colossal-bear weighed ten tonnes and stood five metres at the shoulder. The sleeping creature filled the cavern ahead.

Fortunately hibernating Colossal-bears are practically comatose during their four-month sleep. The behemoth was unlikely to wake. The cold, not the bear, would be the death of the scout. Unless… But virtually no heat escaped the bear’s insulated pelt. While the cavern was slightly warmer around the bear, the air was still well below freezing point. At least the man would have company while he froze.

The front of the bear was wedged into a narrower cul-de-sac where it curled its paws over its face. Keeping his back pressed against the ice walls the man edged around rear of the bear. If he was unable to find a way to steal some of the warmth of the monster the human would die. Desperation overrode his fear.

Between the monster’s tail and thigh a gap formed almost large enough for a human to squeeze into. Perhaps that would provide enough warmth to thaw the freezing man. As he struggled to climb over the fence-post-thick tail it slid down from where it was curled overtop one of the sleeping monster’s legs. The man fell back against the ice expecting an angry bear-dog to rend his flesh. But the monster’s slow breathing didn’t change – the bear remained comatose.

Dislodging the tail revealed the monster was female. Puffy triangular pillows of black flesh half a metre across steamed in the frigid cavern. Her vulva was enormous and radiated heat. She was most likely pregnant, gestating pups to whelp in another month. Steam cascaded from the deep pink crevasse at the Y-shaped centre of her sex.

Thoughts had become sluggish with hypothermia but the man realized he could warm his hands here… if the monster stayed asleep. Numb fingers were unable to grip the gauntlets so the man used his teeth to tug the heavy material. His fingers were blue and wouldn’t flex but didn’t yet look frost-bitten. He plunged both hands wrist-deep into the steaming orifice. The monster’s breathing hitched as its tail twitched. Unless the man warmed he was going to die anyway whether by angry bear or freezing cold would make no difference. The slumbering creature settled again.

Sensation returned slowly to his hands. Tingling grew to searing hot pain as frozen nerves thawed. For ten minutes until the pain receded to a mild ache, and his fingers could bend again the man kept his wrists inside the beast.

His hands steamed when he removed them and the flesh was vivid pink. Although they still ached he could use his fingers to peel the goggles and hood from his numb face. Ice blocked the man’s nose and rimed his chin. He took a deep breath and pushed his face into the warmth between the puffy lips of the monster’s vulva. Several times he pulled back to draw breath, then smother his face in the hot flesh. The bear twitched again, but didn’t wake and devour him.

Muskiness of wet dog replaced the ice in his nose. Had he been able to smell the air when the scout entered the cave he would immediately have recognized the powerful scent of Colossal-bear. Overlaying the animal smell was a rich miasma of her sex. The scent was earthy, primal like a forest after a summer rain storm. It wasn’t a human smell but it was unmistakably the pleasant odour of female.

With clumsy fingers the man unlatched his boots. They were caked heavily with ice and he struggled to pull his feet free. Peeling away the thermal socks exposed flesh getting purple from lack of circulation. The numbness extended to his thighs. If he didn’t immediately warm his legs it was possible the man would lose them to frostbite. He tore away the seals between his overcoat and trousers and slid the insulated material down his legs. Purple bruising extended almost to his groin.

By sitting on the monster’s tail and bracing against the rock walls the man was able to push first one, then his other leg knee-deep into the creature’s vagina. For a moment he paused, waiting for the stirring monster to settle again. He shuffled forward on his butt to push his legs deeper. Then he braced against the thick tail to sink thigh-deep. Vaginal walls gripped tightly around his legs. It was an awkward position – balanced with his arms backward on the tail and he wouldn’t be able to maintain it long enough to warm his legs. Already his hands and face were succumbing to the freezing air again.

Frustrated he pulled himself backward far enough to sit the tail, still knee-deep in the beast. All or nothing, I guess! The scout unsealed his bulky jacket and thermal undershirt. He jammed the clothing between the legs of the behemoth. Naked, he shuffled forward to escape the biting atmosphere. Again he slid thigh-deep into the orifice. He lay back and leveraged his elbows against the tail to push himself further. The tunnel was tight but slippery and offered little resistance. By wriggling his hips and bracing his shoulders against the tail the human managed to sink chest-deep. Then he lifted his arms over his head to shove against the tail’s underside. Writhing and undulating his torso allowed him to submerge to his neck in the hot flesh. Just past the opening of the vulva the cavity widened slightly. This gave enough space for the man to tuck his elbows inward to hug across his breastbone. With a little more wriggling and flexing the man burrowed all but his face into the warm embrace. While the space was tight, the walls yielded to his breathing so his chest wasn’t constricted.

As the warmth of the beast permeated the man’s flesh, feeling returned in searing waves from his legs and arms. With his body thawing came the long-delayed awareness of the absolute chill the human was suffering. His teeth started chattering; his body shivered. Spasms wracked him even as his flesh was seared with heat from the cocoon of the Colossal-bear’s vagina. Ripples of muscles in the walls of flesh around him answered his shaking. Unwittingly he was stimulating the bear with his juddering.

Exhaustion overwhelmed the man. With his body approaching a normal temperature he could no longer stave off unconsciousness. Gentle swaying from the monsters breathing and a slow drum of its heartbeat lulled him. The scout drifted to sleep embraced by the gentle caress of flesh surrounding him.

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Chapter 2.

Several hours later the scout awoke rejuvenated. At first he was disorientated; his sleeping-bag was too tight, the material was heavy and moist. Strong odour of wet dog filled his nostrils. With a start he realized he was fully embedded in the sex of a Colossal-bear. But he was alive, he was blessedly warm, and embarrassingly his morning erection poked against vaginal walls of a monster. His face was crusted with drying fluid – when he licked his lips the heady taste of woman flooded his mouth. Does this count as bestiality? Yeesh!

Extracting himself proved far more difficult than entering had been. There was only yielding flesh to brace his arms against. And he was entirely coated in slippery fluids, making purchase difficult. He realized he was pushing his toes against the constriction at the monster’s cervix. Somehow the thought was arousing. He wriggled his shoulders free, then braced his arms against the giant pillows of vulva at the entrance. But slimy lubricant made his arms slip across the surface. His elbow pressed hard against a nub of flesh toward the base of the monster’s vulva. The bear-dog lurched in her sleep, hunching her hips forward. The man lost purchase and slid deeper into the hole. His elbow mashed against the cantaloupe-sized outcrop. Again the monster hunched and shook the man. Desperately he clasped the nub of flesh with both hands. His toes braced against the monster’s cervix. Each hump of the monster jiggled the man’s arms over the giant clitoris he clung to.

The walls of the monster rhythmically clenched around the man. Muscles undulated against the entire length of his body. His cock was mashed against warm flesh. Despite his peril, or perhaps because of it, the muscles rubbing against the underside of his penis felt delicious. With a final lurch the monster stopped humping. Muscles holding the human clenched hard with almost strength enough to crack his ribs. Wetness flooded into the chamber gripping the man. Oh! I made her orgasm! he realized - the thought of being entirely surrounded by orgasming vagina was profoundly erotic. That it wasn’t human was irrelevant. The tight constriction around him eased into a gentle rhythmic stroking of muscles. The underside of the man’s cock pressed against yielding flesh.

A tingling started in his groin and grew to a pressure in his abdomen. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum… Oh fuck I’m gonna cum… “Heeyurgh-aaaahh!” Deep inside the bear-dog the man’s cock jumped and spat a wad of semen as he cried out. Pleasure flooded from his balls and he reflexively thrust his hips forward. The delicious rubbing of flesh against his cock made him squirt rope after rope of cum. He allowed himself to be sucked further into the vagina until the lips folded over his head. In the secluded warmth he emptied his balls in sustained orgasm.

Unfortunately the need to draw breath overrode the man’s desire to drift into satisfied post-coital sleep. The thrust with his feet against the monster’s cervix (Just think of those pups swimming in my cum). His head breached the threshold of the vulva so he could draw an urgent breath.

It felt so comfortably soothing and secure wrapped in this warm tunnel. As bliss drained his urgency away he dozed for a few moments. The scout’s mind swam in the heady scents of sex. But eventually he would have to leave his refuge.

He extracted his arms and allowed a few minutes for the fluids to dry. They crusted and crackled when he bent his elbows, but dry arms gave him a better purchase to brace against the lips of the monstrous vulva.

Aided by the ample slime of the bear-dog’s arousal the man could writhe his shoulders and chest free. Each time he moved he experienced that delicious flesh stroke along his cock. He found he was erect again. The only way to extract himself was to wriggle his hips as he squirmed against the vaginal walls. Perhaps he was pressing his cock against the walls more than he absolutely needed to. But it felt so good, and the situation was too erotic too for him ignore.

Pressure was building in his balls again. The man freed his torso, remaining hip-deep in the monster. But his rational mind was overtaken by his horny cock. He grasped the monster’s clitoris with both hands and pressed his cock against her sensitive flesh. The bear-dog lurched her hips forward, almost dislodging the human. But he held secure and the jarring motions pressed his cock harder against her erogenous zone. The monster thrusted her pelvis as the human rubbed his cock against her sensitive flesh.

When he was at the threshold of orgasm the human lifted his arms to brace against the bitch’s tail. He shoved hard, and the slick walls of the clenching vagina sucked him inward, shoulder deep. As his cock spurted in the monster’s depths the human mashed his face into her clitoris. He groaned as he licked and sucked against her flesh. He swallowed her fluids, breathed in her essence. He was in bliss, his whole body orgasming inside the bear-dog while she climaxed around him. He thrust his hips to rub his cock against her vaginal walls while he spurted his second load of seed in the bitch. His head was entirely coated in mucous from the bitch’s release. Okay, this is definitely bestiality. The perversity of the act spurred him to greater release.

Eventually the flow of pleasure washed away. Basking for a while longer would have been heavenly but post-orgasm clarity at last asserted. To remain in a cave for a prolonged period with a pregnant Colossal-bear bordered on suicidal. And that’s ignoring the enormous risk of, you know, being neck-deep inside the monster. Yeah…, extracting himself from the dog-bear’s vagina seemed a good idea.

The bear-dog was so wet from multiple orgasms that the man’s body practically slipped free. (Still, that delicious rubbing against his cock every time he moved…) Steam cascaded from his naked body when he finally stood free on the pillar of her tail. Fortunately there was no sign of lasting frost-damage to his limbs – all his fingers and toes glistened bright pink.

Dressing in his thermal gear was difficult. The material was cosy from the bear’s body-heat but clung to sexual fluids drying to a crust over his entire body. Before he donned his hood and googles the scout leaned forward to nuzzle his face against the beast’s clitoris one last time. He planted a kiss on her sensitive flesh in silent thanks for a profoundly intimate rescue.

The blizzard had faded with the dawn and the scout hiked out into the crisp morning light.