Goldilocks and the Three Bears
#3 of Twisted Tales
This is a departure for me, so it may totally flop. Feedback will be appreciated but not required.
Hello!My name is...well, why don't you just refer to me as the narrator. My
name is hardly of consequence to this story. I'm here to tell you that age old
story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears in a new way. You'll know when I'm
speaking when the words are dark, like they are now. Trust me, with all of the
talking, back talking and banter going on, it'll help. The story begins of course in
the middle of the woods, far enough away from civilization to satisfy the
occupants that they would not be disturbed. They had reasons for their
decision. Not everyone wanted them for neighbors. When you came right down to
it, no one wanted them for neighbors. "No
kidding you stupid know-it-all. You try living your life being persecuted all
the time!" My apologies! That would be the head of the house, the one we know as papa bear. He's
a little cranky. "A
little cranky? Get where I can see you and I'll show you a little cranky. And
my name is Arnold!" Like I said, he's a little cranky. With him
were momma bear and baby bear. Together they lived in unbridled harmony,
maintaining a simple life and keeping mostly to themselves. From time to time
someone might make their way to the quaint little house. The most intelligent of
these turned around and left. The few that persisted were never seen again,
isn't that right baby bear? "You're
god damn right they're never seen again! Fresh meat's hard to come by, and anything
new is a treat. And for your information asshole, I have a name too. It's
Bruce!" Riiiiight! That little tirade and foul language was the work of baby bear, who
apparently doesn't like being referred to as a baby. "Look Mr. Narrator, we adopted these disguises
to keep people off of our trail. DO you know how hard it is to be gay in a
conservative world? Arnold here acts like a dad; I'm a damn midget so what else
am I going to be? And Kelly here, he has the build of a marshmallow, so he got
to be the mom. Got it? My apologies of course! But the story says
papa bear, momma bear and baby bear, and so that's how I'm telling it. Now
don't you have some breakfast to make? At this point momma bear mumbled
and headed to the kitchen. All the while he grumbled and complained. "All I
do is work and slave and what do it get? No one appreciates me for what I do!
No one says thank you on occasion or anything!" Bruce was hardly supportive. "We
appreciate you! Like, we really appreciate it when you shut up and quit your
whining! And we'd appreciate it if you'd actually take the time to cook our
food properly. Porridge every day is bad enough, but half cooked it's
disgusting! Do you think you can put some heat into this time?" Momma bear, aka Kelly, slammed the pans
around the stovetop while the stove warmed up. By the time he was done with the
porridge, heat was boiling out of the kitchen in roiling waves. He brought out
their bowls using oven mitts. "Dammit
Kelly, what the hell did you do?" That was papa bear talking. He was trying
to sniff the stuff, but the nose full of steam nearly curled his nostril hairs. "Someone
didn't like the way I was fixing it before. If you have a problem with it, talk
to junior here. Apparently he needs a good bowel movement, because he's
certainly full of shit!" Needless to say, a fight broke out. Papa
held down baby bear. "It's
Bruce, damn you!" Yes fine; Arnold held down Bruce. "Look
little bear, have you taken your meds yet today?" "Of
course I haven't! I have to take them with food. This slop I get served every
morning hardly qualifies, but it's all we get. Until this pile of shit cools I
can't take my meds. And you know how I get when I don't take them!" Let's just say that baby, uh Bruce, has
some anger management issues. His meds are strong enough to tranquilize an
elephant, yet he eats them like candy. While those two were having it out, Kelly
tried a bit of porridge. He spit it out. "Ow ow
ow ow ow!" Since his mouthful landed on the back of papa's
neck, needless to say it got his attention. He bellowed and clawed at his neck.
He was finally able to get it off, but not before the viscous stuff had given him
a burn right through his thick fur. "This
morning is going to shit real fast. Everyone needs to calm down. I say we go
for a walk and let both our tempers and this stupid porridge cool for a while." It was an amazingly good idea. Bruce wasn't
going to go, but he had little choice when Arnold picked him up and set him on
the stoop. They all three then stepped out into the morning sun and set off.
They hadn't gone but a few steps when Kelly turned to Arnold. "Looks
like we need to do some yard work around here. The bushes are getting
overgrown. You can't even clearly see our warning sign anymore." True enough; a partially obscured sign was
attached to the side of the house. The top part was clearly visible.
"Trespassers will be Pros..." was all anyone needed to see to know that they
weren't welcome here. It was a valid warning considering the temperament of the
occupants. "Fuck
you asshole!" Fuck you too, Bruce! Now it happened that in the forest at the
same time was one of the local villagers. People were generally wary about
coming out this far, but some of them were pretty stupid. This one went by the
name of Goldilocks. Now Goldilocks acquired the name, as you might suspect,
because of the long golden curls that cascaded down in such a pleasing fashion. Finding the house, Goldilocks went through
all of the things you're all familiar with from the story. I don't intend to
dwell on them, because hopefully you already know them. Of course baby bear's porridge, being in the
smallest bowl, had cooled quicker than the others. Down it went into an empty
stomach. From there it was trying out the
chairs. Of course, Arnold's chair was big and hard. I don't know if he would
ever have noticed if someone lighter than him had sat in it. I think it was only
because his book got knocked on the floor that he paid any attention at all. Kelly's
chair was an overstuffed blob. He noticed than someone had been sitting in it
because the pillows were strewn about. Baby bear's chair was dark brown in color.
Goldilocks didn't weigh enough to break it, but there were plenty of blonde hairs
sticking to it to leave no doubt that someone had been in it. But let's keep
going with our story with when our intrepid morning hikers returned. Bruce was
purposely trying to provoke an argument, Kelly was crying and Arnold was
fuming. One look at the table and they
all stopped their complaining. "Someone's
been eating my porridge!" "Someone's
been eating my porridge too!" "Someone
ate all of mine, the greedy bastard! And worse yet, they've taken my pills!" That's right. Goldilocks wasn't very smart.
Stealing porridge was one thing, but taking strange medication is never a good
idea. "I say
we hunt the bastard down and kill 'em!" That was, of course, Bruce. "Remember
our sign outside. Our lawyer said that anyone caught on the premises is fair game.
We haven't had fresh meat in a while. Maybe we'll get lucky." So they began to search the
house, hoping to find the intruder. A quick look at their personal chaises had told
them that whoever it was, they had tried each of their chairs in turn. It made
them rather angry that someone had invaded their personal space. Upstairs was a communal bedroom,
and not a normal one at that. Papa bear's bed was huge, with eye hooks, lag
bolts, chains and other wicked looking things. Momma bear's bed was so soft that
a sparrow standing on it would sink into the fluffy material. Both beds were
disheveled, though momma's was much more so that papas. "Would
you use our goddam names? Everybody gets the idea. You don't need to beat a
dead horse!" Fine! Arnold's bed was hardly disturbed
because it was like concrete, Kelly's bed was so squishy that it wasn't hard to
make it unkempt. That left baby bear's; I mean Bruce's bed. His was a wreck.
The most noticeable feature was the large shape hidden under the covers. Arnold
growled out first, followed by Kelly. "Someone's
been sleeping in my bed!" "And someone's
been sleeping in my bed too!" Arnold let out a guffaw. "Who
the hell hasn't slept in your bed, you stupid whore!" A fight nearly broke out. It was precluded
by Bruce's cry of dismay. "And
some son of a bitch is in my bed right now!" Bruce saw the golden hair and sighed. "Shit! It looks like some stupid
dame broke in. What the hell are we going to do with her?" He
sounded disappointed. Arnold looked down on the soundly sleeping figure. "Your
medication works wonders on everyone but you it seems." He pulled the sheets back. To their
surprise, the snoring figure with the golden hair was wearing a cotton shirt
and a heavy pair of work pants. "Hey
narrator! I thought this was supposed to be a dame? This here is some dude!
What gives?" I never once said that this Goldilocks was
a she. After all, it's a descriptive term for a person's hair. This egocentric
young man has hair just as lovely as any girl. Arnold turned to Bruce. "Yeah!
His hair is kind of nice. Do you wonder what else about him is nice?" Bruce wasn't stupid. Neither was Kelley. "Oh
goody. A new play thing!" Indeed Goldilocks was now the personal
property of the three bears. Arnold hauled up the unconscious body and tossed
it on his bed. That caused a fight to break out between him and Bruce. Bruce
wouldn't have normally gotten into a fight with a big bastard like Arnold,
given their size difference, but Bruce hadn't had his medication yet. "Look
you big, over grown hunk of fur, I found him sleeping in my bed! I get first
dibs!" "I
didn't say you didn't. But, you hardly want him waking up and running off in
the middle of our fun, now do you?" Bruce got what he was saying. The big guy
was into bondage, and since Kelley was a submissive tart, the two often got it
on on his bed. Now those shackles were going to come in handy for someone else.
He was right. What they intended to do would probably wake the dead, though
they had never tried that yet. I guess we can be thankful for small things. "Small things? Is that a
midget joke?" Sigh. No Bruce, it's not a midget
joke. If you want a midget joke, go look in the mirror. If you can stand tall
enough to see into it, that is."Why you rotten bastard!"Instead of pulling off Goldilocks clothing, Arnold bared his claws and
shredded them. It wasn't a very nice thing to do. "Fuck
you! If you think that ruining his clothes is the worst thing I'm going to be
doing to him, you're out of your mind!" Touchy, touchy, touchy! In no time flat the intruder was naked and stretched out on the bed,
face down on the hard mattress. Bruce had departed for the pantry and had
returned with an earthenware jar. Kelly was indignant."What are you doing with our
honey?""Shut up! Just because you're as
loose as a goose doesn't mean his hole will be. It seems a shame to waste honey
on an already sweet ass, but seeing as you two go through lube like it's water,
I'll just make do with what I have."Bruce used the honey dipper to gather up a wad of honey. This he used
to generously grease up the intruders asshole. "Good enough to eat!"Well, I hope you don't intend to reuse that dipper in the kitchen. In response to my remark, the angry little bear shoved it up Goldilocks'
ass and twisted it around before holding it up in the air."There. I'll send it home with you
as a parting gift. And oh boy, I can't wait until you're gone because parting is
such sweet, uh, sweetness!!" I love you too, you diminutive little ball
of childish attitude! Bruce wisely choose to ignore me for the better prospect of getting it
on with his new found toy. He was already sporting a normal sized bear cock,
which on his little frame looked huge. It was one of the few things about his
stature that he liked. "You know, for a disembodied
voice, you sure are an aggravating son of a bitch. How would you like to have
this cock shoved up your ass instead?" Temper, temper little bear! I believe you
have a story to carry out, unless you want me to figure out a way for
Goldilocks to escape his present predicament. That shut him up. He climbed up and on the
naked human, marveling that something could manage to live so well without any
fur. But fur wasn't all that interesting when you had lived with it your whole
life. This was new and interesting. It
was a pleasant diversion for a jaded mind. At this point I think I'll
leave. Quite honestly I have no desire to see what indignities they put this
poor flaxen haired fool through. You may stay if you wish. That is completely
your choice! Goodbye now! "And good ridden too, you
eavesdropping jerk! At least anyone else who gets involved with this story will
keep their big mouth shut? Am I right? Hey! I'm talking to you! Yeah I thought
so. At least you can read quietly and not spoil the fun!" Bruce
turned back to his honey drenched snack and went to work. He pressed the
engorged head of his cock against that tight little hole and pushed. Lube would
have been better, but then, they were out of lube. He pushed and pushed until
the oversized head of his cock rammed past that restricted opening with a
savage pop. "Gawd
this guy is tight! I don't think I've ever had such a snug fit before!" Arnold
was standing by, watching. "Makes
sense I suppose. The guy is probably straight. More used to given than
receiving. Well, if I have my way about it, he'll be taking Kelly's place in my
bed from now on!" Kelly
started crying, but both of the other bears ignored him. Kelly was always
whining about something, which given enough passage of time, hardly matter how
often you put out because you were going to get on someone's nerves. Arnold
said what they were thinking. "You
know Bruce, this medication of yours might have come in handy before now. Can
you imagine getting off without hearing a ton of complaining?" Bruce
was a little occupied. "Yeah, I get it. But a little scream or two right now
might season the dish a little!" Goldilocks
was, thankfully for him, out like a light. If he had been awake, the rather
thick cock in his ass would have been making him sing soprano. Well, perhaps he
would have been screaming in a soprano voice. Either way, I don't think he
would have been enjoying it much. Bruce was grinding away with unabashed gusto,
pushing in until his own hairy balls were slapping against the human's. He was
jerking back and forth, his head tilted back in the throes of pure ecstasy."Fuck fuck fuck! This ass is sweeter
than it looks and it looks pretty damn sweet!" He continued to pound away until a
growl started in his throat, deep down where all things primal are hidden away.
It grew and grew until he let forth such a deafening roar that even Arnold was
impressed. He held his congratulations until after the little bear was done
with his ferocious attack on that pale human's ass. He knew he didn't like to
be disturbed when he was enjoying himself, and while the three bears hardly got
along well, they did respect each other's personal space.Bruce collapsed against his new
found scratching post and sucked in air. His lungs bellowed for a few minutes
before he was able to speak."You're going to have to wait
Arnold! I know how big you are, and this here puny little furless human will
split wide open if he doesn't have a little more loosening up. I'm telling you
he is as tight as you can get!"Arnold twitched his whiskers. He
was getting horny watching his little house mate getting off on a fresh piece
of meat. Bruce was a lot of things, but a liar wasn't one of them. There was no
sense in ruining a perfectly good sex toy by being too hard on it right away."I'll tell you what Bruce. I'll
take his top and you can keep his ass. I'm pretty sure his mouth can take it.
It isn't as if he's going to wake up and bite me!" Arnold knew that unless a
toy was well trained, biting was always a real possibility. In his case
however, there was usually no room for a victim, err, toy to move their jaws.He unhooked the manacles from the
bed, lifted Goldilocks up, and set him down face first in his lap. The human
was slack jawed and drooling. That made it so much easier for the bear to get
his cock in. With one paw he held the
restraints, and with the other he grabbed those golden locks and lifted up on
the human's head. As it came up, the jaw hung loose. In the next instant an
enormous cock buried itself halfway down Goldilocks throat."Alright Bruce, I'm ready on this
end."Bruce hardly needed encouragement.
He was already fucking away on his new piece of ass again. His dark claws were
raking the human's back. Arnold switch to having a restraint in each hand, and
was pulling on them to move the unconscious body around like a puppet. It took
a few minutes for the two bears to sync their movements, but when they did, the
whole bed rocked.Kelly was stuck on the sidelines,
watching with envy as Arnold's big cock repeated disappeared down this human's
throat. Its passage was quite visible in his neck, were the bulge visibly
traveled to and fro. He could almost
feel the tight ridges on the head of his own cock. He whipped it out and
stroked it furiously. It was hardly fair that they got the first dibs, but the
hell if he was going to sit by and not participate.Arnold drove it home for a good
fifteen minutes before he came. When he did, it was a force to be reckoned
with. He did, however, have the presence of mind to pull out as he did. There
was no sense in drowning their new toy in cum. As his cock escaped its new
found pleasure hole, white froth spilled out of the human's mouth and stained
the bed like the foam of a roiling wave.A little bit was added to it by
Kelly, whose furious stroking had caused an additional eruption on his part.
His cum flew through the air to land on the human's head. It slowly worked its
way through the blonde strands before clinging to it and congealing.Bruce was still going like a mad
little bear. "To hell with my medication!" he yelled. "All I need is a dose of
this every day, twice, three times, maybe even four or five times a day!
There's nothing getting your nuts off doesn't help, except maybe this guy. But
then, he should have read the sign."What sign you ask? Yes, it's me again. Well, the sign on their house, partially
covered by the bushes. It reads, in distinct red letters, Trespassers will be Prostituted. It was a fair warning, for rather
than use an attorney to settle their problems, the bears simply took the
punishment out on your hide. A trespasser worked off their transgression in the
only way the bear's wanted. Oh, and as long as they wanted too. It is, after
all, the way of the woods.