{"sf1_id":695592,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Goldilocks and the Three Bears","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3464,"posted_at":"2014-04-21T19:36:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bad Language","Bear","Bondage","Forced","Human","M/M","M/M/M","Oral","Unconciousness","drugged"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/695592-goldilocks-and-the-three-bears","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/695592","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=695592\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Twisted Tales\n\nThis is a departure for me, so it may totally flop. Feedback will be appreciated but not required.","content":"                Hello!My name is...well, why don't you just refer to me as the narrator. My\nname is hardly of consequence to this story. I'm here to tell you that age old\nstory of Goldilocks and the Three Bears in a new way. You'll know when I'm\nspeaking when the words are dark, like they are now. Trust me, with all of the\ntalking, back talking and banter going on, it'll help.                The story begins of course in\nthe middle of the woods, far enough away from civilization to satisfy the\noccupants that they would not be disturbed. They had reasons for their\ndecision. Not everyone wanted them for neighbors. When you came right down to\nit, no one wanted them for neighbors.                \"No\nkidding you stupid know-it-all. You try living your life being persecuted all\nthe time!\"                My apologies! That would be the head of the house, the one we know as papa bear. He's\na little cranky.                \"A\nlittle cranky? Get where I can see you and I'll show you a little cranky. And\nmy name is Arnold!\"                Like I said, he's a little cranky. With him\nwere momma bear and baby bear. Together they lived in unbridled harmony,\nmaintaining a simple life and keeping mostly to themselves. From time to time\nsomeone might make their way to the quaint little house. The most intelligent of\nthese turned around and left. The few that persisted were never seen again,\nisn't that right baby bear?                \"You're\ngod damn right they're never seen again! Fresh meat's hard to come by, and anything\nnew is a treat. And for your information asshole, I have a name too. It's\nBruce!\"                Riiiiight! That little tirade and foul language was the work of baby bear, who\napparently doesn't like being referred to as a baby.                \"Look Mr. Narrator, we adopted these disguises\nto keep people off of our trail. DO you know how hard it is to be gay in a\nconservative world? Arnold here acts like a dad; I'm a damn midget so what else\nam I going to be? And Kelly here, he has the build of a marshmallow, so he got\nto be the mom. Got it?                 My apologies of course! But the story says\npapa bear, momma bear and baby bear, and so that's how I'm telling it. Now\ndon't you have some breakfast to make? At this point momma bear mumbled\nand headed to the kitchen. All the while he grumbled and complained.                \"All I\ndo is work and slave and what do it get? No one appreciates me for what I do!\nNo one says thank you on occasion or anything!\"                Bruce was hardly supportive.                \"We\nappreciate you! Like, we really appreciate it when you shut up and quit your\nwhining! And we'd appreciate it if you'd actually take the time to cook our\nfood properly. Porridge every day is bad enough, but half cooked it's\ndisgusting! Do you think you can put some heat into this time?\"                Momma bear, aka Kelly, slammed the pans\naround the stovetop while the stove warmed up. By the time he was done with the\nporridge, heat was boiling out of the kitchen in roiling waves. He brought out\ntheir bowls using oven mitts.                 \"Dammit\nKelly, what the hell did you do?\"                That was papa bear talking. He was trying\nto sniff the stuff, but the nose full of steam nearly curled his nostril hairs.                \"Someone\ndidn't like the way I was fixing it before. If you have a problem with it, talk\nto junior here. Apparently he needs a good bowel movement, because he's\ncertainly full of shit!\"                Needless to say, a fight broke out. Papa\nheld down baby bear.                \"It's\nBruce, damn you!\"                Yes fine; Arnold held down Bruce.                 \"Look\nlittle bear, have you taken your meds yet today?\"                \"Of\ncourse I haven't! I have to take them with food. This slop I get served every\nmorning hardly qualifies, but it's all we get. Until this pile of shit cools I\ncan'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\nsome anger management issues. His meds are strong enough to tranquilize an\nelephant, yet he eats them like candy. While those two were having it out, Kelly\ntried a bit of porridge. He spit it out.                \"Ow ow\now ow ow!\"                Since his mouthful landed on the back of papa's\nneck, needless to say it got his attention. He bellowed and clawed at his neck.\nHe was finally able to get it off, but not before the viscous stuff had given him\na burn right through his thick fur.                 \"This\nmorning is going to shit real fast. Everyone needs to calm down. I say we go\nfor a walk and let both our tempers and this stupid porridge cool for a while.\"                It was an amazingly good idea. Bruce wasn't\ngoing to go, but he had little choice when Arnold picked him up and set him on\nthe stoop. They all three then stepped out into the morning sun and set off.\nThey hadn't gone but a few steps when Kelly turned to Arnold.                \"Looks\nlike we need to do some yard work around here. The bushes are getting\novergrown. You can't even clearly see our warning sign anymore.\"                True enough; a partially obscured sign was\nattached to the side of the house. The top part was clearly visible.\n\"Trespassers will be Pros...\" was all anyone needed to see to know that they\nweren't welcome here. It was a valid warning considering the temperament of the\noccupants.                \"Fuck\nyou asshole!\"                Fuck you too, Bruce!                Now it happened that in the forest at the\nsame time was one of the local villagers. People were generally wary about\ncoming out this far, but some of them were pretty stupid. This one went by the\nname of Goldilocks. Now Goldilocks acquired the name, as you might suspect,\nbecause of the long golden curls that cascaded down in such a pleasing fashion.                Finding the house, Goldilocks went through\nall of the things you're all familiar with from the story. I don't intend to\ndwell on them, because hopefully you already know them.  Of course baby bear's porridge, being in the\nsmallest bowl, had cooled quicker than the others. Down it went into an empty\nstomach.                 From there it was trying out the\nchairs. Of course, Arnold's chair was big and hard. I don't know if he would\never have noticed if someone lighter than him had sat in it. I think it was only\nbecause his book got knocked on the floor that he paid any attention at all. Kelly's\nchair was an overstuffed blob. He noticed than someone had been sitting in it\nbecause the pillows were strewn about.                Baby bear's chair was dark brown in color.\nGoldilocks didn't weigh enough to break it, but there were plenty of blonde hairs\nsticking to it to leave no doubt that someone had been in it. But let's keep\ngoing with our story with when our intrepid morning hikers returned. Bruce was\npurposely trying to provoke an argument, Kelly was crying and Arnold was\nfuming.  One look at the table and they\nall stopped their complaining.                \"Someone's\nbeen eating my porridge!\"                \"Someone's\nbeen eating my porridge too!\"                \"Someone\nate all of mine, the greedy bastard! And worse yet, they've taken my pills!\"                That's right. Goldilocks wasn't very smart.\nStealing porridge was one thing, but taking strange medication is never a good\nidea.                \"I say\nwe hunt the bastard down and kill 'em!\"                That was, of course, Bruce.                \"Remember\nour sign outside. Our lawyer said that anyone caught on the premises is fair game.\nWe haven't had fresh meat in a while. Maybe we'll get lucky.\"                So they began to search the\nhouse, hoping to find the intruder. A quick look at their personal chaises had told\nthem that whoever it was, they had tried each of their chairs in turn. It made\nthem rather angry that someone had invaded their personal space.                Upstairs was a communal bedroom,\nand not a normal one at that. Papa bear's bed was huge, with eye hooks, lag\nbolts, chains and other wicked looking things. Momma bear's bed was so soft that\na sparrow standing on it would sink into the fluffy material. Both beds were\ndisheveled, though momma's was much more so that papas.                \"Would\nyou use our goddam names? Everybody gets the idea. You don't need to beat a\ndead horse!\"                Fine! Arnold's bed was hardly disturbed\nbecause it was like concrete, Kelly's bed was so squishy that it wasn't hard to\nmake it unkempt. That left baby bear's; I mean Bruce's bed. His was a wreck.\nThe most noticeable feature was the large shape hidden under the covers. Arnold\ngrowled out first, followed by Kelly.                \"Someone's\nbeen sleeping in my bed!\"                \"And someone's\nbeen sleeping in my bed too!\"                Arnold let out a guffaw.                \"Who\nthe hell hasn't slept in your bed, you stupid whore!\"                A fight nearly broke out. It was precluded\nby Bruce's cry of dismay.                \"And\nsome son of a bitch is in my bed right now!\"                Bruce saw the golden hair and sighed. \"Shit! It looks like some stupid\ndame broke in. What the hell are we going to do with her?\" He\nsounded disappointed. Arnold looked down on the soundly sleeping figure.                 \"Your\nmedication works wonders on everyone but you it seems.\"                He pulled the sheets back. To their\nsurprise, the snoring figure with the golden hair was wearing a cotton shirt\nand a heavy pair of work pants.                \"Hey\nnarrator! I thought this was supposed to be a dame? This here is some dude!\nWhat gives?\"                I never once said that this Goldilocks was\na she. After all, it's a descriptive term for a person's hair. This egocentric\nyoung man has hair just as lovely as any girl. Arnold turned to Bruce.                \"Yeah!\nHis hair is kind of nice. Do you wonder what else about him is nice?\"                Bruce wasn't stupid. Neither was Kelley.                \"Oh\ngoody. A new play thing!\"                Indeed Goldilocks was now the personal\nproperty of the three bears. Arnold hauled up the unconscious body and tossed\nit on his bed. That caused a fight to break out between him and Bruce. Bruce\nwouldn't have normally gotten into a fight with a big bastard like Arnold,\ngiven their size difference, but Bruce hadn't had his medication yet.                 \"Look\nyou big, over grown hunk of fur, I found him sleeping in my bed! I get first\ndibs!\"                \"I\ndidn't say you didn't. But, you hardly want him waking up and running off in\nthe middle of our fun, now do you?\"                Bruce got what he was saying. The big guy\nwas into bondage, and since Kelley was a submissive tart, the two often got it\non on his bed. Now those shackles were going to come in handy for someone else.\nHe was right. What they intended to do would probably wake the dead, though\nthey had never tried that yet. I guess we can be thankful for small things.                \"Small things? Is that a\nmidget joke?\"                Sigh. No Bruce, it's not a midget\njoke. If you want a midget joke, go look in the mirror. If you can stand tall\nenough to see into it, that is.\"Why you rotten bastard!\"Instead of pulling off Goldilocks clothing, Arnold bared his claws and\nshredded them. It wasn't a very nice thing to do.                \"Fuck\nyou! If you think that ruining his clothes is the worst thing I'm going to be\ndoing 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,\nface down on the hard mattress. Bruce had departed for the pantry and had\nreturned with an earthenware jar. Kelly was indignant.\"What are you doing with our\nhoney?\"\"Shut up! Just because you're as\nloose as a goose doesn't mean his hole will be. It seems a shame to waste honey\non an already sweet ass, but seeing as you two go through lube like it's water,\nI'll just make do with what I have.\"Bruce used the honey dipper to gather up a wad of honey. This he used\nto 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'\nass and twisted it around before holding it up in the air.\"There. I'll send it home with you\nas a parting gift. And oh boy, I can't wait until you're gone because parting is\nsuch sweet, uh, sweetness!!\"                I love you too, you diminutive little ball\nof childish attitude! Bruce wisely choose to ignore me for the better prospect of getting it\non with his new found toy. He was already sporting a normal sized bear cock,\nwhich on his little frame looked huge. It was one of the few things about his\nstature that he liked.                \"You know, for a disembodied\nvoice, you sure are an aggravating son of a bitch. How would you like to have\nthis cock shoved up your ass instead?\"                Temper, temper little bear! I believe you\nhave a story to carry out, unless you want me to figure out a way for\nGoldilocks to escape his present predicament.                 That shut him up. He climbed up and on the\nnaked human, marveling that something could manage to live so well without any\nfur. But fur wasn't all that interesting when you had lived with it your whole\nlife. This was new and interesting.  It\nwas a pleasant diversion for a jaded mind.                At this point I think I'll\nleave. Quite honestly I have no desire to see what indignities they put this\npoor flaxen haired fool through. You may stay if you wish. That is completely\nyour choice! Goodbye now!                \"And good ridden too, you\neavesdropping jerk! At least anyone else who gets involved with this story will\nkeep their big mouth shut? Am I right? Hey! I'm talking to you! Yeah I thought\nso. At least you can read quietly and not spoil the fun!\"                Bruce\nturned back to his honey drenched snack and went to work. He pressed the\nengorged head of his cock against that tight little hole and pushed. Lube would\nhave been better, but then, they were out of lube. He pushed and pushed until\nthe oversized head of his cock rammed past that restricted opening with a\nsavage pop.                \"Gawd\nthis guy is tight! I don't think I've ever had such a snug fit before!\"                Arnold\nwas standing by, watching.                 \"Makes\nsense I suppose. The guy is probably straight. More used to given than\nreceiving. Well, if I have my way about it, he'll be taking Kelly's place in my\nbed from now on!\"                Kelly\nstarted crying, but both of the other bears ignored him. Kelly was always\nwhining about something, which given enough passage of time, hardly matter how\noften you put out because you were going to get on someone's nerves. Arnold\nsaid what they were thinking.                \"You\nknow Bruce, this medication of yours might have come in handy before now. Can\nyou imagine getting off without hearing a ton of complaining?\"                Bruce\nwas a little occupied. \"Yeah, I get it. But a little scream or two right now\nmight season the dish a little!\"                Goldilocks\nwas, thankfully for him, out like a light. If he had been awake, the rather\nthick cock in his ass would have been making him sing soprano. Well, perhaps he\nwould have been screaming in a soprano voice. Either way, I don't think he\nwould have been enjoying it much. Bruce was grinding away with unabashed gusto,\npushing in until his own hairy balls were slapping against the human's.                 He was\njerking back and forth, his head tilted back in the throes of pure ecstasy.\"Fuck fuck fuck! This ass is sweeter\nthan it looks and it looks pretty damn sweet!\" He continued to pound away until a\ngrowl started in his throat, deep down where all things primal are hidden away.\nIt grew and grew until he let forth such a deafening roar that even Arnold was\nimpressed. He held his congratulations until after the little bear was done\nwith his ferocious attack on that pale human's ass. He knew he didn't like to\nbe disturbed when he was enjoying himself, and while the three bears hardly got\nalong well, they did respect each other's personal space.Bruce collapsed against his new\nfound scratching post and sucked in air. His lungs bellowed for a few minutes\nbefore he was able to speak.\"You're going to have to wait\nArnold! I know how big you are, and this here puny little furless human will\nsplit wide open if he doesn't have a little more loosening up. I'm telling you\nhe is as tight as you can get!\"Arnold twitched his whiskers. He\nwas getting horny watching his little house mate getting off on a fresh piece\nof meat. Bruce was a lot of things, but a liar wasn't one of them. There was no\nsense in ruining a perfectly good sex toy by being too hard on it right away.\"I'll tell you what Bruce. I'll\ntake his top and you can keep his ass. I'm pretty sure his mouth can take it.\nIt isn't as if he's going to wake up and bite me!\" Arnold knew that unless a\ntoy was well trained, biting was always a real possibility. In his case\nhowever, there was usually no room for a victim, err, toy to move their jaws.He unhooked the manacles from the\nbed, lifted Goldilocks up, and set him down face first in his lap. The human\nwas slack jawed and drooling. That made it so much easier for the bear to get\nhis cock in.  With one paw he held the\nrestraints, and with the other he grabbed those golden locks and lifted up on\nthe human's head. As it came up, the jaw hung loose. In the next instant an\nenormous cock buried itself halfway down Goldilocks throat.\"Alright Bruce, I'm ready on this\nend.\"Bruce hardly needed encouragement.\nHe was already fucking away on his new piece of ass again. His dark claws were\nraking the human's back. Arnold switch to having a restraint in each hand, and\nwas pulling on them to move the unconscious body around like a puppet. It took\na few minutes for the two bears to sync their movements, but when they did, the\nwhole bed rocked.Kelly was stuck on the sidelines,\nwatching with envy as Arnold's big cock repeated disappeared down this human's\nthroat. Its passage was quite visible in his neck, were the bulge visibly\ntraveled to and fro.  He could almost\nfeel the tight ridges on the head of his own cock. He whipped it out and\nstroked it furiously. It was hardly fair that they got the first dibs, but the\nhell if he was going to sit by and not participate.Arnold drove it home for a good\nfifteen minutes before he came. When he did, it was a force to be reckoned\nwith. He did, however, have the presence of mind to pull out as he did. There\nwas no sense in drowning their new toy in cum. As his cock escaped its new\nfound pleasure hole, white froth spilled out of the human's mouth and stained\nthe bed like the foam of a roiling wave.A little bit was added to it by\nKelly, whose furious stroking had caused an additional eruption on his part.\nHis cum flew through the air to land on the human's head. It slowly worked its\nway through the blonde strands before clinging to it and congealing.Bruce was still going like a mad\nlittle bear. \"To hell with my medication!\" he yelled. \"All I need is a dose of\nthis every day, twice, three times, maybe even four or five times a day!\nThere's nothing getting your nuts off doesn't help, except maybe this guy. But\nthen, he should have read the sign.\"What sign you ask? Yes, it's me again. Well, the sign on their house, partially\ncovered by the bushes. It reads, in distinct red letters, Trespassers will be Prostituted. It was a fair warning, for rather\nthan use an attorney to settle their problems, the bears simply took the\npunishment out on your hide. A trespasser worked off their transgression in the\nonly way the bear's wanted. Oh, and as long as they wanted too. It is, after\nall, the way of the woods.                "}