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Experimenting in College: Part Three - Spring Break

Intelligence and understanding.

Peter hardly knew what to think anymore. He barely understood so much about himself. Not to mention, he sometimes felt like he was lacking in the intelligence department.

His relationship - or whatever you wanted to call it - with professor Grosjean had blossomed, much like the trees that surrounded the courtyard where the statue stood firm. The masculine figure held two books under its bronze arms, remaining unmoved by the elements. Intelligence was engraved on the first and understanding was engraved on the second. They were the twin virtues of Stantman College.

Peter worried he might not live up to those virtues.

Many signs indicated that spring had arrived. First, all of the obvious ones: the snow was gone, the tulips were already in full bloom, and the duration of sunlight was visibly longer. However, something else reminded Peter that spring was finally here -- everyone was much hornier than usual. Especially, the furs -- ahem -- the anthros.

Over a semester and a half had passed with anthros on campus and Peter was still having trouble referring to them in the non-derogatory sense. He needed to correct that before it slipped out in the presence of his new friends, and most importantly, professor Grosjean. Although, a lot of humans on campus - even some of the professors - had no trouble being loose with their tongues around the anthros. And Professor Gemault was the worst of them.

Peter wasn't a violent person -- not at all. However, he couldn't help but think that Gemault was one of those guys with a face you just wanted to punch. Wiry, greasy-black hair. A hooked nose that forced you to assume he was the son of a stereotypical witch. And worst of all, he had the creepiest of smiles -- one that was not blessed with the fortune of having orthodontic work.

Peter had often glimpsed that sinister smile. The toothy assemblage usually made its appearance when Gemault was handing out homework to his anthro students. The guy was, without any doubt in Peter's mind, the epitome of a bigot in a changing world -- taking as many vampiric bites as he could out of a dying body.

Whenever Peter made mention of professor Gemault to Grosjean, the grizzly-bear professor maintained an aura of diplomacy. Grosjean was a strong bear, both in mind and in body. Not to mention, he was also a renowned activist for anthros' rights. He wasn't going to risk the potential end of segregation between humans and anthros by defaming a tenured professor.

The relationship between Grosjean and Gemault remained tenuous at best. That's all the grizzly bear would tell Peter.

And then there was the research group.

Peter had become Grosjean's star pupil and it was rubbing some people the wrong way. The fact that "something" was going on between him and the massive bear was hard to hide.

The way the grizzly bear moved, the way he talked; all of it was different when Peter was around Grosjean. And even though the brown bear was much better at hiding such a thing, he wore a body language of ease when he was near Peter - an ease he didn't fully share with the other students. Sure, the professor was at ease around every student, but a visible difference between him and Peter existed, without a doubt.

And Peter was certain that some of them were picking up on it.

"What'cha up to, Peter?" a familiar voice echoed between Peter and the courtyard statue.

Even though the courtyard was full of students rushing about, it was a place of peace and solace for Peter. He snapped his face out of the book he was leaning over. Not that he was actually reading it. His mind was racing too much with thoughts about spring break, which was going to begin in three days.

Two soft paws coiled around Peter's shoulders and started massaging his tense muscles. They weren't large or supple enough to be Grosjean's paws. The bear avoided public display of affection between student and professor or, even worse, human and anthro, anyway. No, it had to be someone much smaller, and it had to be someone who couldn't care less about public image.

Peter took a guess. "Is that you, Lianna?"

The wolf's head popped around Peter's side and smiled.

"How'd ya know?"

"Well," Peter cleared his throat and explained, "I only know of one anthro who wouldn't care about giving a massage to a human in public."

Lianna let out a puff of a laugh and waved her arms, suggesting that he scoot over to let her sit. Peter stretched and moved the new blood in his shoulders around a bit before sliding a foot to the left. The carefree lupine hopped over the stone and situated her furry body just an inch from Peter. She was wearing a loose-fitting, pink tank top, which was a good change from the many other times he'd had the misfortune of seeing her in her birthday suit.

"So what are you up to for spring break?" she asked, closing the gap between them, her fur rubbing up against his arm.

Peter cleared his throat once more and scratched his head. "I'm not really sure. I--"

"Good!" she interrupted. It was obvious that she didn't really care if Peter had other plans. "How about you and I take a trip to Philadelphia? It's only an hour and a half drive from here and we can stay with my family. Sure, my family may be a little crazy, but we'd have loads of fun!"

"Look. I'm--"

Lianna didn't stop talking. "We'll go swimming at the lake. Play Frisbee in the park. Spend hours staying up late as we play the newest GTA game. It'll be--"

"I'M NOT INTERESTED!" Peter exploded, and for a second, the eyes of the entire college campus seemed to be upon him.

Regret instantly filled him. He didn't mean to blast his words out with a three-mile radius, but each word that she spoke reminded him of the fact that he'd be spending his spring break without professor Grosjean. Blood flushed throughout his face and his ears grew warm.

Grosjean was going on tour for spring break. Universities across the country had arranged multiple speaking events for him - a wish-come-true for the highly accomplished bear. And that's what Peter didn't understand: the bear's future absence was causing him to become homesick.

He would have made plans to go home to see his family for spring break, but he had been banking on spending it with Grosjean and Alornerk. Peter actually felt more at home with Grosjean than he ever had before, even with his own family. And Grosjean's Christmas gift had solidified that feeling.

Lianna returned the inch of space that had existed between them and added even a few more. Peter gulped, took a deep breath, and apologized to her.

"I'm sorry, Lianna. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I'm just a bit upset about something."

A smile started to grow along her snout again as genuine curiosity for the human took over.

"What are you upset about?"

The fact that I won't be spending spring break with professor Grosjean, he thought.

"Nothing."

"It obviously isn't 'nothing' when you just told me that 'something' was upsetting you."

"I just--" Peter stopped short of finishing when his eyes caught glimpse of a very familiar bear walking toward them. The grizzly appeared to be in great spirits.

"Peter!" the professor exclaimed as he approached the human and the wolf seated under the shadow of the statue. The human's back straightened, his shoulders rolled back, and - a not so obvious cue - his pupils dilated. A quick glance at the big-bear's bare feet sent a wave of heat throughout Peter's body.

"I'm glad that I caught you," the bear stated.

Peter cleared his throat again. It was a habit he was starting to notice. "Good to see you professor. Getting ready for your tour?"

The school courtyard was scarcely the appropriate place to talk casually like they usually did when they were alone. The biggest reason was the fact that Lianna, another student in Grosjean's research group, was also present. As much as Lianna wouldn't care about what was going on between Peter and Grosjean, it was private and intimate knowledge that she didn't need to know. At least Peter saw it that way.

"I'm pretty much packed, and I'm ready and raring to go," Grosjean explained. "This is quite a big deal to me. Not to mention, it's an even bigger step forward toward ending segregation in universities across the country. I would have easily doubted anyone who told me that I'd be doing this within a few years of teaching here at Stantman."

"Well, you are the best in the field," Lianna boasted for the modest bear. "They'd be the twin idiot of a rat's ass to choose anyone else."

Peter and Grosjean couldn't resist the temptation to let out a loud cackle of a laugh. It was the first time Peter had heard such an odd phrase, and frankly, Grosjean just wasn't expecting it.

The bear scratched his head a bit, right behind his left ear. "Your more-than-colorful language never ceases to amaze me, Lianna," he remarked. "Anyway, I'm pretty much ready to go. There was just one more thing I needed to clear up before I left. Which is why I'm glad I found you, Peter."

Peter's right eyebrow lifted without his explicit consent. Exactly what Grosjean could want from him before the trip confused him, but the corners of his lips curled up at the thought of it. It was good to know that he was needed by the bear.

Grosjean went on. "If it's alright, I'd like you to stop by my office before five today. I've got some work that I'd like you to do over spring break."

The corner of his lips twisted back and nearly went into a frown. Great, Peter thought, I won't be spending spring break with Grosjean AND I'm going to be doing work the whole time. The thought of being needed by the bear had escaped him. He didn't want to be needed _that_way.

Peter responded with an unenthusiastic, "Okay." He didn't know what else to say. He wanted to express his disappointment about not being invited to go along with Grosjean on tour, but he understood why the bear hadn't.

Grosjean waved one of his massive paws and replied, "I'll see you soon, then. Have a wonderful spring break, Lianna."

"You too, professor!" the wolf replied, raising her voice as Grosjean walked away. She turned to Peter. Her curiosity had peaked. "So is that the reason you're upset?"

"No," he answered, and his eyes couldn't help but track the movements of the bear's large feet as they shuffled through a small group of human students. The compassionate bear was undoubtedly offering them kind smiles and wishing them a fun spring break. Peter noticed that there was a bit of lightness in the bear's feet. It was the same degree of soft and gentle rubbing Grosjean would use when they played.

It had been a while since he'd been under the soft, supple pad of the professor's bare foot. It was like a craving - the kind you get when you spot your favorite ice cream at the store. He wanted to be there again, pinned between the bear's giant, furry foot and the floor; caught between his toes; wrapped around his large shaft.

"Are you drooling?" Lianna snapped her fingers in front of Peter's face.

"What!?" Peter broke free from the spell of the grizzly bear's luscious feet and wiped his forearm across his lips. He had, in fact, been drooling. "No, I'm just not used to this heat. Winter was kind of long this year."

She caught him, though. She saw exactly what - or who - he was looking at. "I see," she teased. "I think I get it now. You've got a thing for professor Grosjean. That's why you're so upset."

The color of ripe, sweet apples would not be enough to describe the shade of red that crept up Peter's entire face. "NO! What makes you think that?"

Lianna rose to her feet and looked down at Peter. She shook her head. "There's no reason to get upset about it. I think he's pretty cute, too - for a bear." Her tail swung around and swept past Peter's crimson face, and she took a few steps away from him. She twisted her neck around and smiled. "You'd best not keep him waiting."

The wolf was gone before he could reply. He was hoping that he didn't upset her in any way, but she was right. It was best if Peter headed over to Grosjean's office right away.

He returned the book that was still sitting on his lap to his backpack. It had done a good job concealing the bulge that grew on Peter's crotch as he had watched the big bear leave. The longer he went without spending time with the grizzly the harder his urges were to control.

He slipped the backpack over one of his shoulders and stepped out from under the shade of the statue. The sun was relatively high in the sky, but it was late enough to cast shadows at the proper angle. If he was going to get to Grojean's office before five, he had about an hour to do so.

Peter took two more steps before a nasally voice called out for him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Mr. Seeberger," the voice rang behind him. Peter groaned softly. There were only two types of people that referred to him by his last name, and those two types of people were his parents - and professors.

The voice was distinct. It was one that made Peter cringe and forced the fuzzy little hairs on his back to stand on end. There was no doubting who it belonged to.

"I require you in my office - ASAP. There is something we must discuss," Professor Gemault finished. He sounded quite serious. Well, he always sounded serious. So it didn't make too much of a difference. "If you'd be so kind, I'd like to escort you there."

Fuck._ _ Peter nearly said his thought out loud. "I don't really have the time, professor. I was supposed to meet with--"

"Dr. Grosjean," the slippery professor finished Peter's sentence. He was wearing his typical bleached-white dress-shirt, black-polyester wrinkle-free pants, and red suspenders. The middle-aged man was about four inches shorter than Peter and about seventy pounds heavier. He was by no means a stocky build like Grosjean. Pudgy was a much better word for Professor Gemault.

The chubby man coughed, and the crooked smile that Peter had learned to hate crossed his portly face. "Yes, I know all about you two."

Peter's heart stopped and his throat swelled. He was at a total loss of words.

He choked. "How--"

"Everyone knows you're his star pupil. He just won't shut up about how much you've contributed to his ongoing research."

Phew.

Peter felt beads of sweat already starting to form on his brow, but he resisted the urge to wipe them off with his forearm. That would have made his anxiety obvious.

"Not to be rude, professor. But what does that have to do with you? I love physics and all, but I'm not really looking to do that kind of research."

"Nonsense," Gemault stopped Peter again. He waved his arm, suggesting that they begin walking. "I have a much more delicate matter to discuss with you - one that we must conduct in private."

Shit, Peter thought. He had hoped, for a second, that he was off the hook, but perhaps Professor Gemault knew about his more intimate relationship with Grosjean.

Peter didn't want to take the risk of upsetting one of the most senior professors at the university. It was rumored that Gemault knew which political strings to pull in order to get any student expelled indefinitely. Peter had only heard stories about the professor's conspiratory powers, but he didn't want to test that theory personally. For his own sake, Peter followed Gemault's lead.

It was a short trip to Professor Gemault's office, which Peter was thankful for. He glanced at the standard school-type clock that was hung much lower than normal. He had thirty-five minutes left to get over to Grosjean's office.

Everything in the room was much smaller in comparison to Grosjean's office. Peter wondered if it was due to the fact that Gemault's office was easily four times larger. There was another big difference between the two offices: Gemault's office was completely devoid of any dirt or clutter. It was probably bordering insane obsessive compulsivity. The desk was so polished and clear that, even with the sliver of light that broke through the window shades, the glare was almost blinding.

The first thing the professor did after taking his seat was grab a small bottle of antibacterial gel out of his desk drawer. He coated his hands with it, covering every inch. Peter got a glimpse of the drawer's contents before the professor closed it. It was filled to all four corners with the same little bottles of antibacterial gel.

"Now." Gemault's lips stayed pursed as he smoothed out the last bit of gel on his left palm. "This relationship of yours with Dr. Grosjean."

"It's just--"

The professor waved his hand, dismissing whatever Peter tried to say. "I have fair amount evidence in order to believe that you two are quite close," he started. A scowl swept across his face for a fraction of a second. He cleared his throat, regaining whatever composure he felt he had lost. "As much as my stomach retches to the fact that a human would ever want to spend time with those filthy creatures, it is none of my concern. However, what is my concern is the degree to which that stinking pile of fur likes you."

Peter seethed. It took every ounce of self-control to hold back the steam that wished to seep from his pores. He imagined crawling across that super-clean desk of Gemault's and giving the bigoted professor an overdue can of whoop-ass.

"He has confidence in you. He trusts you," Gemault continued. He paused for a few seconds, and that sickening smile of his returned. "I want you to spy on him. I want you to get whatever evidence you can to end his career - permanently."

The student's face was stone-hard and emotionless. He did his best to control every expression his facial muscles begged to deploy. "With all due respect, professor," Peter responded. He didn't actually believe Gemault deserved an ounce of respect. "But that is absurd. I will not 'spy' on another professor for you."

"Oh?" The sadistic grin spread an additional inch across his fat face. Peter realized how white the professor's skin actually was. The man must've been out of the sun for years; he probably WAS a vampire. Gemault chuckled. "Did I give you the impression that you had a choice?"

He opened the opposite drawer on his desk and pulled out a manila folder with a very familiar name across the tab - Peter G Seeberger. It was Peter's college records. Most of the records had all been converted to digital, but paper copies of everything were still maintained. In fact, the digital revolution had achieved the antithesis of what it was supposed to have achieved. The college was producing more paper than ever before.

Gemault couldn't really do anything with the papers in his hand, but it was a symbol for the real threat he posed. As the most senior professor and a chair member of the administration, he had access to all student records and hardly anyone would second-guess his discretionary decisions.

Peter's heart dropped straight into his stomach. It was clear that this game of poker had been rigged from the beginning, and Gemault had the royal flush.

The professor shuffled through the various papers in the folder, maintaining his smug expression. "It certainly would be a shame if these nearly flawless marks happened to mysteriously change. That might just get a student permanently expelled without chance for academic probation. Not to mention, it would ruin his chances of application at other universities," he finished, finally looking Peter straight in the eye.

"This is extortion!" Peter snapped. "I should report you for this."

"And who are they going to believe, Mr. Seeberger? A junior student who has a contemptible relationship with a flea-ridden and untenured professor of Biochemistry? Or an upstanding, senior professor of Physics, who's been working at this university for twenty years and has generated a majority of its research grants?"

"I am a generous man, Mr. Seeberger," the professor continued. "If you do as I tell you, I will ensure that you not only receive your degree with the highest of honors, but I will pull whatever strings necessary to get you into any graduate program across the country. I think the right choice is obvious."

Peter couldn't stand it anymore. He let out the only words that resonated within his mind for the past few minutes.

"Fuck you."

"As much as I don't appreciate your use of foul language, I must assume that that you are acquiescing to my demands? I feel I need a bit more confirmation than that, Mr. Seeberger."

Peter gulped down the lump that swelled at the back of his throat. He glanced at the clock - twenty minutes left. It was useless to deny the situation and arguing with the professor would just ensure that Peter would not make it to Grosjean's office in time.

He took in a deep breath as he stared at the floor. His eyes moved from the spotless hardwood and connected with Gemault's brown orbs. Peter exhaled and moved his head up and down in confirmation. He didn't have much of a choice but to appease the evil professor.

"Good. I know that that bear invites students over to his place for celebrations, which is not against any formal university rules or guidelines. However, I need any incriminating evidence that suggests that fleabag should be fired and publicly defamed. While he is away on tour, you will infiltrate his home by any means necessary and gather that evidence. That should be fairly easy for you, considering how close you two are. Do you understand?"

Peter curled his nose in disgust. Of course it would be simple, but the mere thought of it put a bad taste in his mouth.

"Yes, I understand," he replied.

"Good." Gemault's smile returned. "Now get out of here before you miss your meeting with that dirty cretin. Perhaps you should suggest that you take care of his place while he's away this spring break. I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Mr. Seeberger. Best of luck."

Peter didn't care to take another look at that bastard. He rose from his seat, glanced at the clock, and stormed out of the office. Just fifteen minutes remained. The moment the door closed behind him, he took off in a determined jog.

His blood was boiling. He didn't know what to do, and a stampede of thoughts infested his mind.

Should I tell Grosjean? What would happen if I did? I don't want to ruin his tour. Would he even believe me? Why is this even happening to me? Did that even just happen to me? It couldn't have. Professors aren't like that. People aren't like that. Are they?

Intelligence and understanding - he hardly felt like he had either at the moment.

He was so preoccupied that he barely noticed he'd passed Grosjean's office. The door handle was warm as he wrapped his right hand around it. Peter hoped that Grosjean was still there. He didn't know what he was going to say to him, but it didn't matter. All he wanted was to see the bear.

Peter exhaled and twisted the doorknob. The door inched open as he used the soft leverage from his elbow rather than his entire body. He stuck his head in enough to take a peek.

"There you are, Peter. I was beginning to get worried," Grosjean smiled after shuffling through a small stack of student homework and looked up at the half of Peter's face that was poking through the doorway. The big bear raised a fuzzy eyebrow. "No need to be coy. You know that you're welcome in here anytime. In fact, feel free to barge right in. I know I do!"

Grosjean chuckled, making his stout bear belly bounce a bit. It was comforting to see that Peter's idol was still very cheerful, but that made Peter feel even worse about what had just happened with Professor Gemault. He didn't know if he could bring himself to tell Grosjean about it. The big bear probably would have cancelled his tour if Peter told him. At least that's what Peter thought.

"Nothing can ruin my mood today!" Grosjean beamed. Peter slid inside and made his way to one of the seats that sat opposite of the professor. The student wore a smile, but it lacked the emotion. "Is something wrong, Peter?"

Yes.

"No," Peter replied.

Grosjean was always inquisitive and vigilant. It was hard to fake anything around him. However, the large bear assumed only half of the equation this time.

"Are you disappointed that you don't get to spend spring break with me?"

"No--" Peter stopped himself after realizing what Grosjean had actually asked. "Well, yes. I am kind of disappointed about that. But--"

"Don't worry about that Peter. I've got something much better planned for you," Grosjean assured him. "You remember Alornerk, right?"

The mere mention of Alornerk made Peter's smile more authentic. That polar bear was Grosjean's assistant and just as much fun to play with. The huge, snowy bear wasn't the most social, but he was definitely a great guy. It was too bad that Alornerk didn't fully trust Peter, but he trusted Grosjean. And that was enough for the polar bear to accept Peter.

Peter had met him at the Christmas party Grosjean had thrown for all the research students. After everyone else had left, Grosjean, Alornerk, and he had quite the night. The polar bear's feet were even larger and he loved stomping after Peter just as much as Grosjean.

"Of course I remember him," Peter answered.

"Good. Because he's looking after my place while I am gone and I want you to keep him company if that's alright," he requested, finally setting aside the papers in his paw and resting his bare feet up on the desk. Peter's salivary glands emptied and warmth infested his groin at the sight of the bear's grayish-black pads. "I figured that both of you could get to know each other better and have loads of fun in the process. I know he's not too much of a conversationalist, but he really values honesty. And you're one of the most honest humans I know of, Peter. And, his feet have been itching for some action, I hear."

Peter's sights were frozen on Grosjean's feet, so he hardly picked up on everything the bear had said.

"Speaking of which," Grosjean teased and wiggled his hefty toes. Peter couldn't resist. His arms shot forward and his fingers dove right into the bear's soft soles. Grosjean nibbled his black lip and let out a low, rumbling coo of pleasure. Peter knew how to work an anthro's feet well, and he was getting well acquainted with bear feet.

Motion. Pressure. Rhythm. Peter knew exactly what Grosjean liked when it came to foot massages, and being able to give the bear such pleasure made Peter feel wanted and loved, as well as excited and aroused.

"Do I have your word that you'll help Alornerk take care of my place?"

That's right. Grosjean had asked him to help Alornerk. Peter had completely forgotten about that, and he had completely forgotten about what Gemault had asked of him.

It was awful. Peter didn't even have to ask Grosjean about going over to his place during spring break. The bear just offered it anyway. And if Professor Gemault was going to be keeping an eye on Peter, he was going to be asking for that evidence shortly after spring break. Peter gulped. He feared what Gemault may do if he told Grosjean about his fellow professor's treachery.

Peter answered, "Yes, you've got my word, professor."

"Good." Grosjean pulled his feet away, stood from his chair, grabbed a large briefcase, and worked his way to the door. Peter followed behind him. "Alornerk will be picking you up at two o'clock on Friday," the big bear paused as he held the door for Peter. "Are you sure that nothing else is bothering you?"

No.

"Yes I'm sure. It's nothing."

Grosjean closed the door and locked it. He turned to the human and spread his arms wide, inviting Peter in for a warm embrace. The emotionally exhausted human nearly fell into the grizzly bear's chest, digging his face into Grosjean's white dress-shirt. He wanted to sob, but he held it back. The bear's body heat and sweet scent nearly made Peter melt away as he sunk further into the professor's hug. The big grizzly pulled the human in even closer and squeezed.

"I'll miss you, Peter. I'll try to get back a little early," the bear explained.

"Please do," Peter sniffed. "I'll be missing you, too. I hope Alornerk won't mind me keeping him company."

"Alornerk takes a while to trust people, especially humans. But I think he likes you, Peter. Just show him how awesome a person you are."

I'm not really feeling like an awesome person right now, Peter chastised himself. "I'll try."

They both started toward the exit. "You don't even need to try. Just be honest and be yourself." Grosjean assured him and placed one of his heavy paws on Peter's shoulder. The bear finished by saying "If there's anything that Alornerk values most, it's honesty."

Great,_Peter imagined. _Alornerk is going to hate me.

Grosjean swung the door open and waited for Peter to exit. The air was growing cooler as the sun furthered its descent, and a small breeze tossed Peter's hair a bit. The big bear's paw lifted off of Peter's shoulder, and he let the door close behind them.

"I guess I'll be seeing you in a little over a week," Grosjean smiled. "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it, professor," Peter returned the smile but it didn't show in his eyes. "You deserve this more than anyone. Nothing will ruin it for you."

The black lips on Grosjean's snout drooped and his furry shelf of a brow furrowed by a centimeter. "Are you sure--"

"It's nothing," Peter interrupted him, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me. Just promise me that you'll have fun."

The bear's smile returned, but it wasn't as enthusiastic. "I will, Peter. But you'd better promise me the same thing."

Peter swallowed hard. It felt like an impossible thing. But words were easy; Peter could say the words.

"I promise," he replied.

However, keeping a promise was an entirely different matter.

* *

Toothbrush. Toothpaste. Shampoo. Soap. Razor. A week worth of clothes. An extra pair of underwear. Two extra pairs of socks. Peter had everything that he would need for his week with the polar bear, Alornerk - all except for one thing. He didn't have an honest desire to go.

If I hadn't been for Professor Gemault, Peter would have been eager to spend the weekend with such a quiet and powerful polar bear. He was ambivalent about the entire matter. Of course he wanted to spend his spring break over at Grosjean's place, even if it was only with Alornerk. But he wondered if the cautious bear would see right through him.

He recalled his first encounter with the polar bear. It was no admonishment, but the white ursine had been clear. He had warned Peter quite succinctly. "You have the Professor's attention, and his affection. That means a lot to the old man. I don't want you to do anything that will hurt him or make him think that you and your kind aren't worth it. Do you understand me? Nothing."

At that time, Peter could not think of a single thing that he could do that would hurt Grosjean. In fact, he had truly been dumbfounded by Alornerk's stern demeanor. Now, he understood why the polar been had been so prudent. Grosjean had enemies at the university, and Alornerk had the wisdom to foresee how Peter could be a danger to the friendly professor. Not personally, of course. For the right price, anyone could be manipulated, and Gemault knew exactly which pressure points hurt Peter the most.

The human's palms were clammy. Sweat was seeping from his pores and making things slightly more difficult to grasp. He was nervous as hell.

Peter was so busy packing at the last minute that he neglected his typical morning routine. His hair was greasy. The scruff on his chin and cheeks was well past five o'clock shadow. And his eyes were slightly bloodshot from a more than restless night.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Alornerk was late, which only made things worse for Peter. He stared at the time on his computer monitor as the minutes collected. The fact that a knock on his door was going to happen at any second sent warm pulses of anxiety to every limb, with his chest tightening and his fingers tingling.

He was alone in the dorm room. A worn, blue backpack, which looked like it was on the verge of exploding, rested at his side on the bed. Peter's roommate had left first thing in the morning, before Peter even got out of bed. He rapped his fingers on his thigh and struggled with a feeling of something hard near the bottom of his throat.

Knock - knock.

Just two plain knuckle-based beats on the door. That was all. It fit well into Alornerk's modus operandi.

Peter's stomach tensed and he immediately grew queasy. The moment he stood, everything felt wrong about him. He patted down his hair with his hands - it was messy. Something was itching on his nose - it must be a pimple. He gathered whatever nerves he could find within his shaking body and answered the door.

The worn, wooden door swung on its hinges with ease, revealing a large mass of white fur that stood two feet from the doorway. Alornerk had his back to the door. He was crouching down a good two feet, staring up at the ceiling.

The odd sight put Peter's nerves at ease for the moment. "Hi, Alornerk," Peter offered his salutations.

The gigantic polar bear swung his massive body around in the cramped hallway and kept his head low. Half the width of the hall was hardly enough for his enormous feet, and Peter was reminded about just how immense the polar bear was.

"This dormitory was not made for bears," Alornerk remarked. It was not a joke. He was not amused.

"How are you doing?" Peter tried to change the subject.

"Poorly."

Peter cocked his head, close to the same degree that the polar bear's neck was tilted to avoid hitting the ceiling. "Why's that?" he asked.

Alornerk remained silent and stared at Peter as if the answer was obvious. The bear's expression was static and solid as stone.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry," Peter caught on. He snagged his backpack off of the bed and swung it around his right shoulder, stepping out into the hallway. The huge bear attempted to back away but hit the wall behind him, so Peter forced himself into Alornerk's bulky belly in order to close the door all the way. The fur and skin gave way to swallow up Peter's left shoulder.

Peter apologized again and shuffled around only to have his face pinned against the huge bear's supple yet firm gut. Alornerk's neck and head towered over Peter's entire body. The human looked up and locked eyes with Alornerk. He never really had the chance before - or he just forgot to look - but the polar bear had one of the most radiant, sapphire eyes that Peter had ever seen.

Alornerk's expression was still the same, however, and the polar bear blinked with a hint of a grimace.

"You're on my foot," the bear grumbled.

Peter squirmed in order to get a good look at his lower half and somehow in the midst of such an awkward situation, he had, in fact, found his left foot atop Alornerk's right foot.

"Sorry," Peter chuckled timidly. He slipped through the two feet of room between Alornerk and the wall, removing his foot from the polar bear's foot.

Once out from under the nine or ten foot polar bear, Peter got a good view of Alornerk. His slightly off-white ursine figure engulfed over three-fourths of the hallway. The only article of clothing that the bear was wearing was an unzipped and unbuttoned pair of tight khakis. Even with the zipper loose, the pants constricted his waist and his gut hung over by a number of inches. The taut khakis also formed a distinct and massive bulge between his legs. Peter could tell that the bear was not fond of wearing clothes. It had probably been years since he last wore those pants.

Peter's blushed a tiny bit. He felt increasing blood flow to his crotch just by looking at that region of Alornerk's wonderful body. All the memories of the fun he had with that bear's feet and huge shaft came flooding back to him: the feeling of his body pressed against the bear's most intimate parts, the sound of the bear's fur and flesh against his body, the taste of the bear, and the smell of the bear's powerful, masculine sex.

That did it. Peter was nearly rock-hard, and Alornerk was too observant to miss it.

The polar bear still kept his head low and lifted an eyebrow. "You find this arousing, human?"

"W-well," Peter snuck a hand over the tent in his pants. "Your pants are kind of tight. I can see everything."

"Not my pants. Grosjean's."

"Oh, I guess that would make sense."

"I don't like wearing clothes. They're very restricting."

"It's just that you're going to look quite out-of-place here at the university. You're - ahem - parts look like they are about to pop out."

"I don't care."

Peter grew even warmer. This time it was due to shock more than arousal. He was astounded about how little the polar bear cared for human "decency." Grosjean had at least conformed to the point of wearing an appropriately fitting shirt and pants.

He knew that anthros couldn't care less about human's "prudish" views toward the naked body. But Alornerk was a bit of an extreme example. Peter should have been surprised that the free-spirited bear wore something more than just underwear or a loincloth, if even nothing at all.

"Hey, bear!" a voice cackled from down the hall, behind Alornerk. "Your ass-crack is showing! Why don't you learn how to dress like the rest of us?!"

The massive bear swung his body, creating a foot-wide dent in the wall with his shoulder. Peter got a good view of exactly what the student was referring to. Alornerk's fuzzy, white butt cheeks were halfway out and on full display for the world. The pant's waistline was squeezing the bear's plump glutes together so well that they formed a defined, black crack below Alornerk's short puff of a tail - it was a dark crevasse splitting a sea of snow.

Alornerk glared at the young human three doors down and bared his teeth. A rumble growled between the bear's canines and was about two octaves lower than the polar bear's normal speaking voice.

The young man, who wore a baseball cap that was purposely awry and a red-indigo polo shirt, nearly slammed his door shut. He left about an inch of it ajar, just enough in which to purse his tiny lips. "You're all just a bunch of fucking animals. Fucking furs!" he hissed before shutting the door.

The distinct clicks of a locking mechanism echoed down the hall. Peter assumed that the aged, dormitory door-locks would not be enough to stop a polar bear anthro.

Alornerk swung back around to look at Peter. His lips had fallen back down, but the tips of two ivory canines were still hanging out. Peter could have sworn that he saw a wisp of smoke escape the bear's ebony nose.

"Time to leave," the white bear commanded.

Peter sunk into wall and allowed the huge bear to storm past him. Alornerk scrunched and contorted his body and was still barely able to fit through the doorway into the stairwell. The polar bears low-pitched grumbles continued all the way to his truck as Peter followed a safe distance of four feet behind him at all times.

The vehicle was much larger than a standard pick-up, which was a surprise, because there was only one automobile manufacturer that designed vehicles that had specifications with antrhos in mind. And Alornerk's truck was not made by that manufacturer. The truck's frame had indications that it had been tampered with: a cab that was extended at unconventional points, a dash that sat higher than normal, and a pair of extra-wide petals for the driver. Peter wondered if the big polar bear had built the vehicle himself.

"Hop in." Alornerk opened the passenger side door for Peter. The human was glad to see some semblance of a grin on the white bear's snout.

It took a bit of effort and a gentle lift from the bear's paw under his butt to climb aboard the monster pick-up. Peter wondered if the bear intentionally copped a feel or if the bear had just helped him climb up and inadvertently cupped his ass. Once Peter landed on the seat, he snuck a glance at the bear. Alornerk's expression had not changed, but a bit of saliva was dripping from the corner of his smoky lips.

Peter's feelings of ambivalence about spring break were starting to dissipate. Alornerk was just as sexy of a bear as Grosjean, with some of that strong and silent bonus. Something hard rubbed between his leg, and that's when he noticed his hand had a mind of its own for a few second. The driver's side door opened and Peter jerked his hand away as surreptitiously as possible.

Alornerk's size and mass was enough to tilt the whole truck a few degrees in his direction. The massive bear climbed in and shuffled around on the seat to get comfortable. He turned to Peter and noticed how tightly his legs were clenched together.

"Still aroused?" the big bear observed.

Peter swallowed another big lump in his throat and slid his hand back onto his crotch. Holding his dick out of view between his legs was starting to hurt. He swallowed again and turned to Alornerk.

Even though the bear was seated, he was still two feet taller than the human. Peter met with those big, blue eyes again and nodded, embarrassed.

"Come closer." Alornerk finally started the vehicle and swung his heavy, muscular arm around to rest on the back of the long seat. There was no divider between them. The seat was just a single, obtuse pair of foam-filled fabric about seven feet wide. The polar bear was taking up about four feet of it, so two feet of space remained between them. A corner of the bear's lip curled and a puff of a laugh escaped his nostrils. "I don't bite," he joked.

The tables had turned. Peter was now the silent one. He knew that the bear still didn't trust him fully. But how could he be so comfortable with him? Anthros still had a way of surprising Peter when it came to intimacy and sex.

He wasn't going to refuse the offer, though. The monstrous polar bear may have been intimidating, but Peter was sexually attracted to him beyond measure - an attraction that still confused him. But he didn't care.

The truck started moving and Peter still hadn't closed the space between him and stocky bear. He stopped his hand. It was clutching and rubbing all over his crotch again. Peter wanted to, but something was stopping him.

"Is something the matter, human?"

That was right. Something actually was the matter. Peter was withholding a secret, and the thought of Gemault's threat made his stomach churn again. He had nearly forgotten what the professor had asked him to do as well as the unavoidable truth that Alornerk was going to find out one way or another.

Peter wasn't ready or comfortable enough to let the polar bear know. He felt the need to continue the lie for some time, perhaps when Alornerk trusted him more.

"No," Peter answered and closed the space between them at last. He slipped his hand and forearm along Alornerk's thigh and rested his head and shoulder against the side of the polar bear's furry chest.

The bear licked his top lip and let out a rumbling coo as Peter's hand slid along the inside of his thigh and rested near his bulge. He let his arm drop from the back of the seat and wrapped it around Peter's shoulder and right side. It came to rest on the tent in the human's pants.

Peter twitched when the bear's heavy paw landed on his crotch and squeezed. The polar bear's muscles contracted, trapping the human firmly between his soft belly and burly arm. Despite the situation, Peter felt safe. The heat the bear was radiating made him melt further into the bear's side.

Alornerk squeezed Peter's growing bulge, and his fingers crept up to the pant's button and zipper. The polar bear didn't hesitate. He undid the button and inched the zipper down, palming Peter's cock and balls as he did so. Peter squirmed a bit to the pleasure, but the bear did not allow him to move a single inch from his strong embrace.

The polar bear's musk intensified and the air grew hot around Peter. The scent was slightly overwhelming but heavenly. The sheer masculine potency of it was intoxicating as Peter took in a deep breath of it, releasing it with a sigh of ecstasy.

With a gentle caress of a single claw, Alornerk caught the top of Peter's underwear and drew it down until Peter's stiff member emerged. A wide smile finally swept across the polar bear's face as he took hold of the human's shaft. The bear's massive paw was enough to engulf the human's entire penis between his warm, supple pads.

The stimulation was irresistible. Peter tried to writhe in delight, but the polar bear maintained his powerful, one-armed bear-hug on the squirming human.

With his eyes on the road and a slightly smug look on his face, the polar bear started to stroke the young man's cock. Peter's brow scrunched and he let out a cry of satisfaction. He bit his lip and tried to hold back a climax that was sure to come swiftly.

His eyes followed the polar bear's leg all the way down to the gas pedal. Each time the bear pushed his colossal foot against the rubber, Peter imagined himself underneath it - stuck between the bear's coarse yet soft pad and the foot pedal, covering his entire body and rubbing against it.

Peter convulsed as a wave of pure bliss shot out from his loins and throughout his body. He kept his eyes on Alornerk's awesome foot and snuck his hand down into the tight pair of pants the polar bear was wearing. He came across the bear's monstrous member and wrapped as much of his hand around the furry sheath that he could. Alornerk let out another low growl and squeezed Peter even more against his side. The bear couldn't hold back and started stroking Peter faster.

Peter could no longer control himself. His breathing quickened, his heart pounded, and his extremities tingled. He took in a deep breath and let out a glorious wail of pleasure as he emptied his seed into the polar bear's paw.

"That 'a boy, human," Alornerk cheered, switching to longer, firmer strokes to empty the last bits of Peter's cum. "Did that help?"

Peter replied between his labored breaths, "Y-yes. That felt r-really good."

"Well, I hope you're not done. That's just a small taste of the fun we'll have this week," the big bear smiled as he licked the human's cum off of his paw. Alornerk was a quiet bear, but not when it came to having some intimate fun. In fact, he seemed to be quite aggressive, and that had certainly been the case the last time Peter "played" with the polar bear.

"Speaking of taste," Alornerk added. He lifted his large butt a few inches from the seat and pushed the tight khakis down by a foot. Peter's left hand was still grasping Alornerk's white sheath as it all emerged from the constrictive clothing. The tip of his hard, dark cock was dripping with cream-colored pre-cum. With his pubic area exposed, his potent scent filled the cab of the truck.

Peter licked his lips. He felt drawn to it.

"Go ahead, human. Have a taste."

Peter crept toward the monstrous member. The heat and the aroma grew with each inch closer to the bear's throbbing dick. He felt the bear's heart rate increase as the blood vessels under his left hand were pulsing faster under the sheath. The anticipation was arousing the polar bear even more.

One inch was left. Peter's lips were a second away from wrapping around Alornerk's huge cock. He stuck out his well-moistened tongue and licked the pre before it dripped further down the bear's shaft. It tasted just as he remembered - savory with a smidgen of sweetness.

He licked his lips again and stretched his jaw muscles. It was going to take a bit of effort to fit even just the head of Alornerk's enormous member into his mouth. Peter opened wide and slid his lips and tongue over the tip with a sensual caress.

The big bear grunted and jerked. Peter could only have assumed the bear was doing so in pleasure. He continued sucking the very tip of Alornerk's cock for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and taking in as much of the huge bear's length that he could. Alornerk let out a low-pitched growl.

"The hell?" Alornerk exclaimed, shifting a bit in his seat. The rapid change in demeanor made Peter stop what he was doing to look up at the polar bear. Alornerk's eyes were focused on the rear-view mirror.

"What's wrong?"

"This guy has been behind me for way too long." A scowl took over the bear's face once more. That ruined the mood. Peter doubted he should continue with what he was doing, and it was probably going to be some time for the bear to feel comfortable enough to continue, even though prior evidence said otherwise. The degree of comfort that Alornerk and even Grosjean felt about sex was still a mystery to Peter.

Instead of continuing, Peter swallowed hard and sat back up in order to look through the rear window. His heart sunk immediately. There was no doubt in his mind that the car belonged to Professor Gemault. The neat-freak sure wasn't lying when he said that he'd be keeping an eye on him, but Peter didn't think that it had equated to stalking him, however.

"Know him?" Alornerk asked.

Peter swallowed another lump at the back of his throat. It was starting to become a problem.

"No," he answered the bear. He wasn't ready to tell the truth yet. Maybe when they were finally at Grosjean's place and the intimidating polar bear was in a better mood. Peter was sure he'd be able to help Alornerk get into a better mood anyway, knowing how much he loved having a tiny human squirming under his foot.

"Almost there," the bear stated. The surroundings were starting to look familiar to Peter, even though he didn't have much of a chance to look at them for most of the ride.

Alornerk turned the corner onto the street where Grosjean's house was, but Professor Gemault didn't turn onto it. Peter figured that the professor was smart enough not to make it look that suspicious. He figured that Gemault was just making sure that Peter made it to Grosjean's house.

Everything was just as Peter remembered from the first time he was out at Grosjean's place. The garden out front was still filled with a collection of rare plant species from across the world; the screen door on the side of the house still didn't close all of the way; and the black, shingled roof was still covered in random patches of green moss.

There was just one thing that was different from the two other times he had visited. Everything seemed much more alive. More colors. More aromas. More warmth. Spring had done its work on Grosjean's house.

Alornerk parked his pick-up in the driveway. He was just about to climb out of the truck before Peter stopped him.

"Ahem," Peter coughed.

The polar bear turned to him with a raised eyebrow and asked, "What?"

Peter didn't even reply. He just pointed down at the bear's pants, which were nearly halfway down his legs.

If the bear's white cheeks could have turned red, they may have. He knew that Alornerk didn't really care about clothing, but the speed at which he covered back up suggested that he was somewhat embarrassed about nearly leaving the truck exposed. Part of the reason may have been that the big bear was still sporting a semi-boner.

Peter did the same. He drew his pants and underwear back over his waist and pulled the zipper shut. He grabbed his over-stuffed backpack and exited on the passenger's side. Spring break had now officially started in his mind. He wondered what exactly Alornerk may have had in store for him.

* *

Pancakes?

The savory scent of a fluffy breakfast mainstay and the sweet aroma of pure maple syrup roused Peter from an extremely deep sleep. He had been dreaming about being chased by Grosjean and Alornerk. He really didn't want to wake up. Being the size of a mouse and running away from four gigantic bear feet was too enjoyable. But those pancakes smelled wonderful.

He blinked hard nearly fifteen times before his eyes could adjust to the uneven light that was breaking through the shades over the window. Something was wrong, though. Peter didn't remember Grosjean having window shades the color of maraschino cherries.

He bolted upright and took in the rest of the room. Everything was either out of place, or he wasn't at Grosjean's house. No. He was certain that it was the later. He woke up in someone else's house.

After rubbing his eyes a few times to reassure himself that he wasn't still dreaming, he followed his nose to the tray of food that was rested on the opposite side of the bed. Everything looked perfect. Two pancakes, roughly in the shape of a bear's face, sat atop white china. Small blocks of butter were already half-melted on them, and a generous amount of syrup was poured chaotically over them. A small glass of orange juice and a pair of silverware sat on opposite ends of the tray.

There was also an enormous note that rested beside the wooden tray. In fact, the tray was merely a third the size of the note. Peter grabbed the poster-sized note and unfolded it. The characters written on it were in proportion to the paper's monstrous size.

Peter struggled in order to make out the handwriting:

- Good morning, human!

_ _

I apologize for this awkwardly large note. I tried to make everything as authentic as possible, but I soon learned that I was unable to write so small.

_ _

First, I hope you enjoyed your first night in your very own house. I knew that you never had much of an opportunity to try out your Christmas present, so Grosjean had suggested that I do this for you. -

Peter smiled. Grosjean was such an awesome and considerate bear.

- It took three attempts to get it correct, but I was proud of the tiny breakfast I had made for you really early this morning. Please enjoy it.

_ _

If you were wondering how exactly you woke up shrunken like this, Grosjean also made the suggestion that I sneak one of his delayed-release, long-lasting solutions in your drink last night. It worked perfectly, and I hope you weren't too startled when you woke up this morning. -

The difference between Alornerk's speech and his writing was astounding. It was also odd to read so many comments of concern from the polar bear. Peter didn't think that Alornerk really worried that much about his comfort. A second note was behind the first. Peter continued reading.

- This solution is meant to last for an entire day. You know how good Grosjean is with his measurements and calculations. The bottle had a sticker on it that said "24-hour solution." That should be plenty of time for you and me to play a number of "role-playing" games today.

_ _

The first one is a story that you should know - Jack and the Beanstalk. You need to climb your way into the house on the beanstalk that's just outside your house. I've placed a golden egg somewhere in the house that you have to find, but you'd best beware the bear-giant. If you get to the egg before the giant catches you - you win. But if the giant captures you before you reach the egg, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

_ _

Eat your breakfast and hurry up! I'm waiting for you, human! -

Alornerk was quite creative. That or Grosjean had already planned all of this for Alornerk and Peter. He had to admit that Alornerk was doing an awesome job making it happen, though.

Peter was already excited. The story hadn't really been a fantasy of his in the past, possibly because it had always involved giant human feet. But now with the giant's feet replaced by giant bear's feet, the thought was even more than erotic. He didn't even have a word to describe the arousing suspense and anticipation he was feeling.

He dove right into his breakfast, forgetting to savor any of it. Not that he cared. He just wanted to climb that beanstalk as fast as possible and start such an exciting game with Alornerk.. He was even toying with the thought of letting the gigantic polar bear capture him on purpose. "Whatever the giant wants to do with you" sounded like a fun time. Peter wanted to know what exactly the polar bear would do to him if he was a giant that caught him trying to steal a golden egg. He was already hard just thinking about it.

Everything about the tiny house was perfect. Every last detail had been accounted for. The thread for the carpet was a high enough count to make it seem like a real Berber carpet. The wood striations and knots were in proportion - they had to have come from smaller branches or twigs. Grosjean had gone to great lengths in constructing the miniature home for Peter. It made the role-play Peter was about to play that much more realistic and believable.

Peter's first steps outside his new home were also filled with wonderment. Alornerk had shaven the grass around his house and a tiny cobblestone walkway carved a path to the gigantic beanstalk. The vine-like plant climbed the side of Grosjean's house, coiling around a thin wooden plank all the way to the kitchen window. If he had still been his normal size, the plant would have been a foot under his height. But now the beanstalk was somewhere near seventeen times his height.

He had climbed his share of trees when he was a kid, but Peter was worried that a beanstalk was going to be less than accommodating for his weight. The bottom of the plant made a verdant canopy of tangled stalk, shoots, and leaves. His sense of direction was lost the moment he entered the living cage.

Dirt and roots gave way to his feet as he approached the base of the stalk. It was just about as wide as the span of his arms. The first branch was well within reach. He jumped a few centimeters into the arm to wrap his arms around it. He paused for a second and testing its strength. The branch held him quite well.

Confident, he started his ascent. Each new branch was just within reach, Grosjean had planned everything down to smallest detail. It was amazing that the bear was astute enough to plan for the necessary height and weight to climb the beanstalk. That grizzly never ceased to amaze Peter.

It took about ten minutes and a good amount of Peter's energy reserves to make it to the top and onto the windowsill. He took some time to sit on the edge to appreciate the view of Grosjean's backyard and the fact that he had eaten a big breakfast.

The yard looked like its own continent, divided into its own country by a huge privacy fence. It had a large body of water - a pool - and rolling plains of farmland - Grosjean's garden. To Peter, the entire yard seemed to span to the horizon, but he knew that his size had changed his perspective of the world. It made him feel vulnerable. There were so many advantages to being his normal height. At his current size, he could fall victim to so many dangers; it was daunting to think about.

He brushed off the tiny pants he had donned after eating breakfast. They were a pair of tightly knit denim that looked like jeans for a toy doll. Peter wondered if that was how Grosjean collected all the clothing he had found in the armoire next to the bed. They certainly fit him well. The grizzly bear even knew his pant size.

The window was open. No doubt Alornerk had left it open on purpose. There were other ways he could sneak into Grosjean's house, but through the window was the easiest route. In fact, it kind of felt_too_ easy. Almost like a trap. Was the polar bear just waiting for him to step through the two-inch gateway?

Peter really didn't care if it was a trap or not. It was kind of a win-win situation in all regards. Sure, the competitive part of him wanted to get to the golden egg before the bear could even find him, but the erotic part of him was already fantasizing about what the polar bear would do to his tiny body.

He lifted his left foot and stretched it over the slide-rail of the window. To the left, he saw a glare reflecting off the metal sink. To the right, clean marble and a black induction range made up the rest of the countertop. Not a single hint of the giant polar bear was in sight. Peter stretched the other leg over the slide rail. He was finally in the giant's house. The game was afoot.

"Now, where could that egg be?" Peter wondered aloud, scratching his chin. "The kitchen would just be too obvious and easy. Maybe I should start with the living room."

There was just one problem that needed some immediate thought: Peter had to get down from the kitchen countertop safely. The drop could possibly kill him. At least, it was a risk he did not want to take. The fear alone that infected him when he got a glimpse of the distance was enough to stop him from even thinking further about jumping. He needed to think creatively. He had to put that intelligence virtue to good use.

He mused shortly about another of his idols. "Imagination is more important than knowledge." Peter required more imagination in this situation if he was to get down to the floor without a scratch.

Peter chuckled. He played around with the thought that this may have been part of Grosjean's plan all along. "Another test." He shook his head, chuckling.

His chest expanded as he took in a deep breath, held it for a second, and let it go. Something useful had to be around him. A finger rested on his lips as he took in as much of his surroundings as he could. Rope or something that could function like rope would be ideal, he thought.

"There!" he exclaimed. A cylinder of white caught his eye. A large roll of paper towels rested on a vertical, metal stand. It was perfect. He figured he could fashion a rope that would be sturdy enough for his current weight. And if not, it would at least create a bed of padding on the floor beneath him.

He curled the corner of the paper in his palms and used his weight to roll it from the stand. He drew it over his shoulder and hauled it to the end of the countertop.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Three booms reverberated from the ceiling. Something was moving upstairs. It appeared that the giant polar bear was up in the Grosjean's office.

Peter didn't have much time. The rumbling from above continued and sounded like it was heading to the stairs. He hastened his pulling, letting most of the paper towel fall to the floor and crisscross as a bed of white on the charcoal-colored tiles.

The end of the roll had been reached within fifteen seconds and all that was left on the metal stand was the thin cardboard center and two inches of the last towel stuck to it. Peter pulled with a force equivalent to his weight to test its integrity. It held well.

His palms were sweating, but the material absorbed it as soon as his pores released the salty substance. Repelling was new to him, but he felt that he had the gist of it. The booming of Alornerk's massive feet reached the top of the stairs and Peter quickened his descent. He was determined not to lose the game so early.

The crunched paper in his grasp vibrated with the soft quakes of Alornerk's giant feet stomping down the stairwell. At Peter's size, he seemed to be much more sensitive to the tiniest of vibrations. Fifteen individual quakes shook him on his makeshift rope, each one subsequently growing in intensity. The polar bear must've reached the first floor.

The human's chest was tight and his stomach twisted. He was rapidly losing time and he was only halfway down the paper towels. Adrenaline conquered him. He removed his feet from the drawer in front of him and loosened his grip on the paper. The white sheets gave way to his weight and he slipped the rest of the way like a fireman down a pole.

The floor rushed toward him, and he let go half a foot from the end. His body twisted and the balls of his feet instinctually aimed for the bed of white sheets. He relaxed his body and made contact. The paper gave way, his right side tumbling in an acrobatic roll along the ivory sea.

The padding was perfect. He hardly felt the landing, and he was amazed at his gold medal worthy moves. But he didn't have time to revel in his gymnastic ability. He crawled to the edge of the bed of paper and rolled onto the kitchen floor.

The floor beneath his bare feet was cold and shaking even more. The origin of the intense tremors was centered in the dining room. The giant was clearly heading to the kitchen.

Peter's eyes darted around the kitchen. Everything around him was huge. But that proved to be more of an advantage. Every crack and crevasse was at his disposal for hiding. And the closest one was between the refrigerator and the wall of the pantry. Peter dashed across the dark tiles and slipped into the small slit.

He just made it. No more than two seconds after Peter concealed his body, Alornerk entered the room. The polar bear did not waste time and the evidence was clear. Peter left a clear sign of his presence.

"It appears someone has broken into my house." Alornerk's powerful voice shook the walls and made Peter's body tremble. The bear's vocal cords normally rivaled an orchestral tuba. Now, it was pure earth-shattering bass. "You'll never get my golden egg, thief. I'll find you and teach you a good lesson, so don't even try to hide from me. If you show yourself now, I'll take it easy on you."

The polar bear's enormous foot crashed down just a half a foot away from Peter. The impact launched the human a centimeter or so into the air. Peter stiffened and attempted to land as delicately as possible. He kept his composure and did not allow a sound to escape his mouth. He realized just how small he actually was in comparison to the giant bear. In relation to the bear's massive foot, Peter estimated that he was around four inches tall.

Peter twisted his head to get a glimpse of the underside of the polar bear's face. The human caught sight of more than he had bargained for, however. The giant was completely in the nude and his epic-sized member and snowy testicles swung freely to the bear's exaggerated movements.

Alornerk's wet nose was furiously at work. His nostrils stretched and the gigantic bear drew in a massive breath, expanding his broad chest, his ebony cock taking a quick peep from its sheath. The bear snapped his head down and his eyes met with the human. Peter froze.

_How did he know?_Peter worried without saying a word.

The polar bear's nose started working once more and the bear's petrifying glare broke. His blue eyes shifted left and right. "I know you're in here. Where did you go?"

Alornerk moved out from in front of the fridge, his feet continuing to shake the ground, putting distance between him and the human. Peter regained control of his nerves and crept toward the opening of the crack. He swallowed hard and popped his head out to take a stealthy peek. The giant bear had left the kitchen, but wasn't making any more rumbling noises. The earthquakes had stopped.

He's probably waiting in ambush, Peter assumed.

The kitchen appeared clear, however. He took few steps out from the crack and let his fingers slip from the edge of the refrigerator. An eerie silence had gripped the air - everything was still and Peter felt uncomfortable. The bear-giant had to be playing with him. He just knew it.

He scampered across the tiled floor to the dining room doorway. There was still no sight or sound of the bear. The dark-grey tiles gave way to a polished and amber-stained hardwood. Peter peeped around the corner taking a millisecond to capture a mental picture of the scene. Just empty seats arranged neatly under the large antique table that stretched the length of the room and a full, maple-wood china cabinet. Ornate paintings and other decorations were scattered smartly across the olive-colored walls. But there was no white fur. That was good

Peter's arms and hands were fidgeting. Courage was dripping from the pores on his palms and his forehead. He mustered the tiny bit of mettle that was hiding in his heart and tiptoed around the white trim of the doorway.

He kept one hand on the trim as he took in a much better view of the room. The dining room opened up to the living room and the coffee table was visible in the distance. That was where Peter finally saw it - the golden egg! Seated perfectly on the rim of a small glass candle holder, the golden treasure shimmered in the pillar of light that broke through the blue, patterned window drapes.

His eagerness got the better of him. It was within sight, so it seemed like it was within his grasp. Such untamed alacrity dulled his senses. He didn't notice the thick columns of snow-white fur flush with the wall on the other side of the doorway. Alornerk's trap had worked, and his gigantic foot dropped down in front of the tiny human, the hardwood floor expressing its pain.

It was too late. Peter crashed right into the side of the polar bear's enormous foot. His face was hurled forward right into the milky-white fur. The impact staggered his balance and Peter stumbled to the floor, his butt landing on the hardwood with a muffled thump. He gulped and looked up at the skyscraper of a polar bear.

Alornerk was bent over. His gargantuan head hung a foot away from Peter, directly above him. A string of saliva dripped from his smoky lips and his hot, humid breath enveloped Peter's body. The human blinked, and a greedy, toothy smile stretched from ear to ear on the polar bear's face.

"Boo," the giant bear puffed and emptied his lungs, rolling Peter a full foot across the hardwood.

Dazed and shaken, Peter recaptured his equilibrium before lifting his back off of the floor and looking upward. A black void in the shape of bear's footprint and silhouetted by a haze of white fur descended upon him. Instinct took over. Peter would have enjoyed being pinned by Alornerk's foot, but it was too early. He was determined to continue the game. His body stiffened and he rolled clear of the polar bear's foot just as it made contact with the hardwood.

Peter's acrobatic ability returned as he swung to his feet. He didn't hesitate. The tiny human dashed toward the nearest cover he could find with the fog of adrenaline affecting his judgment. Besides the china cabinet, the only other pieces of furniture in the dining room were the table and chairs.

Peter didn't care to look back; it would only slow him. The quaking of Alornerk's stomping feet was jarringly absent, though. It took every ounce of resistance not to check. The moment he reached the closest leg of the table he spun around the corner and pressed his body firmly against the stained and weathered wood. He took the short moment of respite to peek back around the corner. The giant polar bear was examining the floor beneath his foot. Alornerk must have thought that he had had Peter pinned.

The human finally exhaled. He didn't even realize that he had been holding his breath the whole time.

However, the gigantic, white feet shifted and pointed toward the table. Peter cursed, withdrawing from around the corner of the table leg. He swallowed hard and wondered if the bear had actually seen him scurry under the table. Pressed hard against the wood, he felt the desire to sink into it and disappear from the room entirely.

Alornerk's left foot connected with the floor next to the table's leg. The shock sent Peter off of his left leg, but he maintained balance on his right foot. Peter gulped as he brought his left foot back down to the floor as silently as possible.

The air whispered and cracked with a rubbing of fur and static. The giant was crouching to sneak a quick look under the table, so Peter tiptoed back around the corner and concealed his body on the other side. He just needed to remain out of sight

Gentle eddies of air rushed past the human's arms and face. The polar bear's nose was working overtime, catching a good whiff of something familiar. When confronted by the awesome olfactory sense of a bear, Peter was definitely fighting an uphill battle.

The polar bear dropped to his knees and caused an earthquake of an epic scale. Peter stumbled an inch forward from the leg, unable to control his body. The moment he realized how naked his back felt, he threw himself in reverse onto the weathered wood again. He was like glue to that leg. He was not going to be shaken again.

Something odd occurred, however. The air around him grew increasingly warm and moist and a hot breeze swirled around the table leg. The wind was almost alive, moving back and forth like a wave, causing Peter's hair to sway in every direction. Some ominous presence was approaching, and like a ghost-ship emerging from a thick fog, Alornerk's monstrous, snowy snout pushed beyond the wooden leg. His black nose was dripping a clear liquid from its labor.

Alornerk's smoky lips twitched and his mouth opened, revealing a dark purplish-red cavern with an opening lined by jagged ivory. Blistering air poured forth from it like a dragon's breath. His damp tongue swept across his top lip, savoring the atmosphere.

"I know you're here," thundered the polar bear. The world around Peter felt like the inside of a giant bass drum as Alornerk's powerful vocal chords shook the ground. "I can smell you, human."

The huge tongue extended from the corner of the bear's snout and crept toward Peter. It was too late to dodge the wet flesh. The coarse tip of Alornerk's licker pinned Peter against the table's leg and swept up past his face, painting a thick coat of saliva over him.

"There you are!" his powerful voice boomed again.

As Peter wiped the slime off his face, he caught something white at the edge of his periphery. He didn't care what it was. He dove forward and escaped Alornerk's grasp by a millimeter. The polar bear's face was in clear view, disappointed yet lustful.

"Curse you, human," growled the bear.

Saliva was still dripping from his chest and arms, but Peter gave the polar bear a slippery, taunting salute. Alornerk's fuzzy brow furrowed and he tossed his other paw forward. It was a messy attempt at a grab that Peter was ready for. The human sidestepped and rolled behind the leg of a chair.

"You're not going to catch me that easily, giant!" Peter yelled, figuring the polar bear wouldn't hear him anyway.

"This game of cat and mouse tires me. Just let me know when you give up, human."

Peter bent around the corner of the leg, "Never!" he replied, emptying his lungs.

But the white bear was gone. The ground was shaking, yet each quake was decreasing in intensity. Peter shifted his gaze toward the living room where Alornerk plopped onto the couch and tossed his legs up onto the coffee table. It wasn't the best time to be taking a nap.

Damn it,_Peter cursed. _How am I going to reach the egg now?

The micro-sized human darted from chair leg to chair leg, closing distance between him and the living room.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum," the giant bear sang softly, his snout pointing skyward. "I'll pin you under my foot, human."

"Not before I reach that egg," Peter whispered.

As he stood at the corner of the last leg, Peter wondered if he could play the waiting game with Alornerk. If stereotypes were at least somewhat true, bears tended to fall asleep fast and hard. He'd give it ten minutes. If the polar bear wasn't asleep by then, he'd think of a different plan. Peter sat down and leaned his back against the table leg.

It didn't take nearly as long as he thought. Only five minutes had passed and the bear's snout was already drooping and his breathing grew shallow. And in one foul swoop, Alornerk's left arm and paw fell to the carpeted floor.

"Now's my chance." Peter stood up and brushed off some of the dust, grime, and saliva that still covered his clothes. He didn't have too much luck. The thick spit from Alornerk's mouth had glued the dirt to his pants and shirt. "Well, it's not like I really need these." Peter shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to disrobe until he was completely nude, leaving the clothing at the bottom of the leg.

The mini human started toward the living room, jogging at a comfortable pace. The carpet slowed him a bit, but the distance between him and the coffee table closed faster than he had anticipated. There was one big problem, however. He had no idea how he was going to climb to the top of the coffee table.

He snuck a quick glance at the polar bear. The giant was still sleeping, snoring lightly, like a humming breath. Peter moved his eyes along the bear's naked form all the way to the tips of his furry toes. The bear's legs made a perfect bridge from the couch to the coffee table. The major problem was the fact that he'd have to climb up Alornerk's arm and risk waking the giant polar bear.

His choices were limited, and it wasn't like he'd regret it either way - even if he lost. Peter drew in a deep breath and forced himself toward Alornerk's paw. He exhaled and gently placed his hands onto the bear's black paw pad. The bear made a noise but he didn't stir at all.

The dark pad gave way to Peter's hands and knees as he climbed aboard. The massive paw twitched and caused Peter to fall face-first into the supple flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. He thought the bear was grabbing hold of him, but the movement stopped as soon as it began.

Regaining his composure, Peter crawled over the bear's palm and used the fur on Alornerk's wrist and forearm to get back to his feet. The polar bear's arm was at a rough, forty-five-degree angle - good enough to scale. There was no use in waiting. Peter began his ascent.

The bear's snowy fur provided perfect handholds, and Peter made the climb in less than a minute. Although, he was nearly blown clear off the moment he reached the couch. Alornerk's snoring had intensified and a gust of his hot breath sent Peter back a few inches. As the bear took in his next rumbling breath, Peter pivoted around the huge snout and onto Alonerk's broad chest.

The polar bear stirred a tiny bit and shook Peter to his knees near the bear's belly. The fur was heavy and soft; growing thicker near the bottom of the bear's gut and closer to his crotch. Peter crawled past Alornerk's monstrous manhood. The small human wasn't even a half the size of the polar bear's flaccid cock. But Alornerk must've been having some pretty arousing dreams. His dick was growing with each step forward Peter took.

Peter reached the bear's muscular legs without rousing him. With the two legs tight together, there was enough room to walk across the white, furry bridge without losing his balance. Every three steps, Peter would look back at that bear and make sure he was still fast asleep. Before long, he made contact with Alornerk's enormous feet and climbed down from the bear's ankles.

But he didn't take off toward the egg right away. He just couldn't resist the temptation. Peter stood in awe, looking upward at Alornerk's padded feet and toes. The bear's feet were equivalent to the size of a two-story building. Peter extended his hands. Just one quick touch. That's all he wanted. It wouldn't hurt. He could just press his body against that huge, black pad for a few seconds and revel in the warmth that was radiating from the bear's soles. That surely wouldn't wake up the polar bear.

Peter shook his head and snapped out of it. He needed to get to the egg. Alornerk's sexy feet could wait.

His salivary glands were working hard. Peter was nearly drooling. He spun away from the bear's feet and pressed his eyelids tight together, waiting for the image of those awesome feet to leave his brain. One step forward. Another step forward. Perhaps the distance would remove him from the lure.

Peter let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes as the temptation drifted from his mind. He marched forward and a grin snuck across his lips. Victory was almost in arm's reach. At least until he finally looked up.

It was gone. The golden egg was no longer resting on the glass rim of the candle holder. Peter's eyes widened as the reality sunk in.

"Looking for this?" a grizzly voice boomed from behind Peter. He snapped around to find that Alornerk had sat back up and was toying with the golden egg in his right paw. The polar bear's legs were spread apart, his feet just a foot away from Peter on each side. Peter had a full-frontal view of Alornerk's crotch. The giant bear was now at full mast, and his testicles rolled in the palm of his left paw.

"Too bad," he teased. "You were so close."

A greedy grin curled at the corner of Alornerk's snout. Peter caught some movement in the corners of his eyes. The polar bear's toes curled with anticipation. There was no point in even attempting to escape. It was what Peter wanted anyway.

A sound of fur brushing across wood and tempered glass filled the air. Peter felt them approaching. The polar bear's gigantic feet were closing in from both sides.

It all occurred so slowly. At least that was what Peter thought. The shadows grew around him like a monster looming over its next victim. Peter closed his eyes just before the soft, ebony pads on the bear's heels engulfed his whole body. His body twisted and his chest and back were compressed firmly between the huge bear's feet. He was caught, constricted, and massaged - exactly where he wanted to be.

He let the air be squeezed from his lungs as the bottoms of Alornerk's feet rubbed together. The coarse heels simultaneously massaged his crotch and his buttocks, and the polar bear further constricted his feet around the small human.

Peter's toes left the cold glass of the coffee table. He was levitating, lifted by the firm grasp of Alornerk's strong and dexterous feet. Gravity shifted and the weight of the earth fell to Peter's back. He sunk deep into expansive pad of the polar bear's foot, the dark flesh wrapping around him on all sides, his body kneaded and his crotch rubbed by the other foot.

His arms and hands were pinned by the surrounding flesh, but Alornerk's feet were providing the right amount of stimulation for Peter's cock. He arched his back, pressing his flesh harder against Alornerk's soles, adding to the pleasure. A deep sigh escaped his lips, tickling the polar bear's feet.

The heat was immense between the bear's feet and the stench was filled with lust. Peter had no control over the situation; his body belonged to the polar bear at this point. The flesh around him was moving, manipulating his form and pushing him upwards. His head escaped from the pressure around the rest of his body and Peter found himself between two of the gigantic bear's toes. He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Alornerk's salacious smile.

"So," the bear began. "What shall I do with you?"

Peter wriggled a bit between the bear's big toes. Some of the short fur was tickling his face. Alornerk continued massaging the rest of the tiny human's body, getting Peter close to climax. He squinted as pleasure filled his body.

"Not so fast," Alornerk stopped. The rush of warmth in Peter's body faded, nearly tipping him over the edge of ecstasy. "It's my turn, human."

The soft, padded pressure around Peter's body lightened, and the polar bear extended the paw that had been fondling his huge, fur-covered balls. The bear's feet removed their grasp and gravity took hold of Peter. The human dropped straight into Alornerk's massive paw. The scent of his masculine musk radiated from the palm. Rubbing his testicles had coated his paw in the infectious aroma of lust. And Peter was succumbing to its power.

The bear's bulky fingers wrapped around Peter and encased him in a tight, sex-scented prison of padded bear flesh. The tiny human was intoxicated with sexual desire, his cock stiff against Alornerk's paw pad. He had an idea of what the giant had planned next for him. The polar bear's paw reopened, and Peter's suspicions were correct. Before him was the bear's monstrous cock.

The erect, black member was four times the shrunken human's size, its white sheath still guarding over half of the shaft.

"You're going to serve as my sex toy, human," the polar bear roared. "Your body will provide the extra stimulation I desire."

The distance between Peter and the bear's cock closed at a pace slow enough to make him want it more and more. The air around the bear's crotch was hot and filled with his powerful, ursine aroma.

Peter craved it. Three more inches. Two more inches. He spread his arms to embrace the massive member. One more inch. Contact.

With the heavy pressure of the bear's huge paw behind him, Peter sunk into the ebony flesh of Alornerk's penis, wrapping his arms an inch below the tip. The polar bear twitched with pleasure and Peter slid his arms around as much of the thick shaft as he could. The fun was just about to start.

The polar bear squeezed and Peter sunk further into the bear's flesh, his body massaged by the pulsing blood within Alornerk's erection. He writhed with anticipation, grinding on Alornerk's penis and dripping a large amount of pre. The stimulation was already overwhelming; he was so close to orgasm.

But pressure left the upper half of his body as two of the bear's colossal fingers were removed from his back. The weight on his lower half increased. Peter was thrust upward toward the tip of Alornerk's cock, his head coming to rest near the polar bear's urethra, covering his face in a bucket-load of pre-cum. It had a slightly sweet taste, just as he remembered.

The weight of Alonerk's hand remained on his buttock as legs and forced the tiny human to slide around the shaft and come to rest on the opposite side. The pre-cum slid with him and covered the tip in a tiny amount of lubrication. Some of it continued to drip down Peter's face and onto his bare chest.

Peter wiped the creamy goo from his face and glanced skyward. His eyes grew wide as the glimpse of Alornerk's cavernous maw looming down upon him had finally registered in his brain. He had no idea that the hefty polar bear was flexible enough for such a wonderful feat.

Strings of warm saliva stretched like flexible strands of silk from the bear's wet tongue to his ribbed palette. His supple, black lips were wrapped with care around his sparkly-clean teeth. The sultry air flowed out from his lungs and encased Peter in an atmosphere of comfortable and luxurious warmth.

Peter tightened his embrace around the head of Alornerk's erection and sunk his head into the dark flesh, the flexible tissue giving way to the weight. The darkness around him grew as the dark-purple cavern fell around him. He closed his eyes and waited with a passionate eagerness.

The first thing he felt was the tip of the polar bear's thick, hot tongue compress his back and slide down his spine and ass, lathering Peter's backside in tepid slobber. The polar bear curled the tip of his taster and cupped the human's naked buttocks, massaging his whole behind. Peter moaned as his cock grinded against the bear's flesh.

The weight of the bear's fingers left his legs and the heavy tongue held Peter in place against the ursine erection. Alornerk closed his lips around his own shaft and trapped Peter inside the intense prison of flesh. Hot saliva continued to pour from the back of the bear's mouth and coat Peter and the monstrous member in an effective lubricant.

Alornerk's fat tongue thinned around Peter's sides and constricted him, pressing him hard against the stiff cock. Peter's penis was positioned adjacent with the bear's and the warm liquid had finally invaded the space and covered the human's erection. He was ready to begin, doing his best to thrust his hip against the dark, soft tissue.

The polar bear contracted his facial muscles and the flesh around Peter squeezed, making it impossible to move. But the tiny human did move. A heavy, slimy weight press against his head and he slid with ease down the bear's hard shaft. The titillation overtook him. He wished to twist in satisfaction but the bear's tongue prevented any movement. Alornerk was in full control.

Peter just hugged the bear's penis harder and let Alornerk do with him as he pleased. Up and down; back and forth, the polar bear's tongue would roll and suck, and Peter would grind harder against the gigantic cock. The temperature inside the dark and soaked maw only increased, forcing Peter to add his sweat to the mixture of bear saliva and bear pre.

The human was close again. He felt the urge to cum swelling from his crotch and spreading throughout his body like a wildfire. One more stroke of the bear's jaws and tongue and he'd climax. Just one more. That was it.

But it didn't come.

Alornerk's tongue and bottom lip caressed his back as the polar bear removed his mouth from the shaft in a smooth sucking motion. Peter was once again in the clutches of the bear's white, padded paw.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, human. You taste wonderful," Alornerk exhaled, blowing away the cool air that had rushed around Peter. The toy-sized human sighed, feeling robbed. He was so close. But he knew that Alornerk couldn't be done with him yet. The bear smiled and slid Peter back around to the other side of his onyx-colored cock. "Now, it's time to finish the job."

Peter beamed and snuggled up with the bear's pulsing member. Both of their hearts were racing, ready to release their body's pent-up energy. Alornerk had forced Peter to edge thrice. He couldn't wait to release his seed.

The polar bear repositioned his hand over the tiny human and squeezed. The throbbing and slippery flesh took in Peter's body, and the heat of the bear's rushing blood radiated over him. The bear squeezed even harder and Peter disappeared further into the supple flesh. Peter readied himself, constricting his arms around the massive shaft.

Alornerk gripped hard and started stroking.

Peter's entire body was jostled, rubbing hard and massaging Alornerk's penis, making the giant bear roar with pleasure. Saliva still dripped down the length of the polar bear's shaft and onto the furry, snowy sheath. The hot, flexible flesh of the sheath ate the human's legs as Alornerk started with long, hard strokes, sliding Peter in and out of the fur-covered sleeve.

One of the bear's fingers grabbed hold of the fur and pulled the warm protective skin over Peter's lower half. The rest of the human remained in the firm hold of Alornerk's paw, but the slick sheath moved with him, sometimes rolling up to Peter's neck, massaging his naked back and his bare ass.

The bear's toes curled. He panted, shortening his strokes and squeezing Peter tighter against the head of his cock. The huge bear was building up, his gigantic balls swinging with the motion of his paw.

Constricted between the polar bear's moistened sheath and penis, Peter's erection was being worked on all fronts. The warm feeling that had originated near his groin was returning. There was no stopping this one. Peter was going to cum.

He dug his arms into the dark cock and prepared himself. The nerves all over his body were excited and a lightning bolt of arousal shot from head to toe. He cried out in satisfaction.

The polar bear wailed with pleasure, too. The pad on his palm swallowed Peter's sides and pressed the human harder against his cock. Two more rough strokes that rubbed the human's curved form brought the bear closer to climax. His furry balls swelled and released their seed.

The black flesh around Peter's chest and face expanded and the bear's semen rushed past and squirted out of the head like a geyser. The first blast cleared Alornerk's massive paw and the second oozed out over the tip, dripping over Peter's head and shoulders like chocolate syrup over ice cream.

The sensual warmth, the grinding of a paw against his back, the bear's masculine aroma, the taste of Alornerk's seed; all of it sent Peter over the edge. He screamed with pleasure between clenched teeth, and every one of his muscles tightened. No longer could Peter hold it in as the polar bear's seed dripped farther down his body and made contact with his cock. His back arched and he let it go.

Peter let the feeling take over him as his body jerked and his erection pulsed, pumping out his seed in five heavy bursts. His semen mixed with the polar bear's within the hot, fleshy sleeve of Alornerk's snow-colored sheath. The human's body tingled all over; the orgasm had done its work on his nerves.

"That was wonderful," the huge polar bear sighed with relief and satisfaction, releasing most of the pressure on Peter's back. His heart continued to send large waves of blood coursing through his pulsating erection, pounding on the human's chest, reminding Peter of Alornerk's power.

The giant bear slid his white sheath back down his long shaft and held the tiny human in the palm of his paw. Peter lay still, numb from the pleasure, covered in milky-white, polar-bear seed.

Alornerk chuckled at the sight. "How about we get you cleaned up before we start round two?"

_Round two!?_Peter thought, nearly yelling in his mind. He was spent and the colossal polar bear already had plans for a second game. Physical endurance was not one of Peter's strengths, but he was intent on prevailing. He would match Alornerk's awesome libido with the same alacrity. He would prove himself to Alornerk and earn the polar bear's trust.

He let his back sink into Alornerk's paw, succumbing to his fatigue, the still-warm semen creeping down his sides. The giant bear rose to his feet, keeping his massive paw parallel with the floor. A gentle and considerate smile took over his snout and eyes as he started toward the stairs in a calm, tender amble. Peter didn't notice the overwhelming expression of care that the polar bear was wearing - his eyes were shut, nearly slipping away to dreamland.

Alornerk's soft gait rocked the tiny human, lulling him further into a half-conscious state. Peter curled up within his sticky casing. The warm liquid tingled on the surface of his skin, overtaking his attention and absorbing his senses. He felt safe, surrounded by the bear's essence, coddled in his paw.

His head felt weightless, but his eyelids were heavy. The sound and the image of a waterfall hung at the edge of his consciousness. It was growing louder - a crescendo of white noise.

"We're here," a familiar voice reached for Peter's eardrums from a distance. "It's time to wake up, human."

A shadow approached and pressed against his back, nudging him over the precipice of awareness. Peter awoke in a rush of adrenaline. Alornerk's huge finger was held firmly against his back, swaying the tiny human to and fro.

What had been a waterfall in his mind had actually been the flow of water from a gold-chrome faucet. The white bear was already partly submerged in a vast bathtub of soapy water. Bubbles covered the surface, matching the color of great bear's fur. And juxtaposed among the ocean of white was a portion of the bear's ebony cock, even now, half-erect. Peter was still in Alornerk's paw, held a few inches above the froth of colorless bubbles.

"Did you enjoy your short nap?" Alornerk's deep voice vibrated throughout his huge body and entered Peter's core.

The little human rolled to get a good look at the bear. The creamy goo that had encased him had begun to dry and cracked as his limbs twisted. "I did," Peter replied, projecting his voice more than usual. He assumed that he sounded like a squeaky mouse to the enormous bear. "I think it helped me recuperate a little."

"Good," the polar bear said. An innocent smile curled at the corners of his lips. "Because I've got a small job for you."

Peter wiped some of the bear's seed from his face and arms as his rose to his knees. He still had a hard time maintaining balance on the bear's pliable paw-pad.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, still yelling each syllable.

Alornerk's gaze broke and his snout shifted slightly to the left. Peter followed the bear's eyes and twisted his torso. The polar bear was staring at his half-hard cock. It was coated in the same sticky substance that Peter was wearing.

The giant bear lifted his foot and twisted each of the bathtub's knobs subsequently, halting the flow of water. He dipped the upper half of his body deeper under the water, and his knees rose out of the suds, most of his crotch emerging from below the surface. Using his other paw, he cleared away the bubbles around his furry groin.

Peter shook and dropped his hands to the black pad as Alonerk's paw glided above the water and came to a stop at his cock. The overwhelming smell of eucalyptus wafted from the soapy foam, but a hint of the bear's sex and cum remained. The four-inch-tall human stepped down from the bear's massive paw and dipped his legs in the inch of water above Alornerk's crotch, his feet sinking into the small layer of fur and pubic fat around the bear's penis.

The massive member stood before Peter, nearly fully sheathed and part-erect at an angle like a leaning tower of penis.

"Let me help you with that," the bear rumbled and the water vibrated, forming small ripples that broke at Peter's thighs. Alornerk pressed one of his huge fingers on the base of his cock, forcing it to fall to the water. Another of his fingers crept forward and pulled his snow-white sheath back along the rest of his dark shaft. A large amount of his seed still coated a good portion of his intimate flesh - the white sleeve had kept some of it wet.

Peter started toward Alornerk's cock, wading through the knee-deep water. He went to work right away. His hands cupped the soapy water and splashed it against the black flesh. Any of the semen that had dried absorbed the liquid in an instant and returned to its former viscosity. With the base of Alonerk's penis properly rinsed, Peter rubbed his palms across the dark flesh, washing away the gooey substance.

The human's eyes glanced over to the big bear's face every now and then as he worked his way down the gigantic shaft. Alornerk was wearing a grin, and a low purr escaped his smoky lips when Peter ran the entire length of his arms along the bear's cock.

Time had escaped him, but before long, the polar bear's penis was back to its former cleanliness. Some of the milky substance had reattached, instead, onto his legs. But Peter beamed, staring at a job well done.

"Great job, human," Alornerk commented. "Now, it's time for me to return the favor."

The huge bear took the tiny human once again in his paw. Peter relaxed and allowed Alornerk's fingers to manipulate his body, the dark pads constricting his sides. Light returned and the bear's fingers released their grip around Peter's torso. He reoriented himself and rose to his knees on the bear's palm.

Alornerk cupped a pawful of water with his other paw and positioned it above the small human. Multiple droplets snuck past the cracks between his fingers and dripped from his snowy fur. "Close your eyes," he advised.

Peter did as the polar bear asked before a torrent of water rushed from the bear's paw and made contact with the crown of his head. The warm stream split and engulfed his whole exterior, caressing every exposed part of his nude body.

His hand lifted out of instinct and wiped the water from his forehead and eyes. The lids lifted and he caught a glimpse of the black pad on one of Alornerk's huge fingers approaching. Impulse took over and Peter started to back away only to hit a soft obstacle. The polar bear's fingers were bent and created a wall of flesh on Peter's back.

The giant, heavy finger continued toward the little human and eventually made contact with his wet skin. The cracked, but gentle pad held firmly against Peter's chest and pressed him against the padded wall behind him. The huge, dark flesh wrapped around Peter's sides and sent shockwaves of sensory delight to his fingertips and toes as it slid down his chest, brushing away any residual polar bear seed.

The middle of the bear's hefty finger reached Peter's crotch, still covering nearly half of the tiny human's body. The soft, flexible pad pressed harder into Peter's flesh and worked well into his groin, stimulating his intimate parts. Peter tried to squirm, but Alornerk's enormous fingers were unyielding.

Alornerk continued rubbing his finger down the little human on all sides, removing any remaining semen that stubbornly hung to Peter's skin. Peter just let it happen. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the intense feeling of the polar bear's padded finger sparking the nerves all over his body. He was already getting aroused again.

The huge finger slid once more down Peter's chest and hit the human's swelling cock. All of Peter's muscles seized as the sensation nearly burned with pleasure. Alornerk removed his gigantic finger and inspected the human.

"My," the big bear began. "You sure do bounce back quickly." He cupped another pawful of water and used it once more to rinse Peter's entire body.

Peter blushed, his cheeks growing redder than the rest of his well-rubbed body. He didn't know how to respond.

"Looks like you'll be ready for round two after all."

With the tiny human still in his paw, Alornerk rose to his feet and crawled out of the gizzly-sized bathtub. The aroma of eucalyptus and mint lingered the air in the bathroom with a haze of steam forming a cloudy layer below the white ceiling. Droplets of water condensed on the teal-colored and tiled walls. Peter sat in the bear's palm and stared at the swirling streams of vapor above him. Everything thing around him was sparkly clean, and even Alornerk's fur shined brighter than before.

The giant bear flipped a chrome knob, draining the water from the tub, and started toward a small room adjacent to the bathroom. Peter had used Grosjean's bathroom before, but he had not familiarized himself with the closet-sized room right next to it. Alornerk stepped into the room with bamboo-paneled walls. The big bear was still drenched, soaking the marble floor beneath him.

"It's a drying room," the polar bear explained, pointing to the large air vents situated center of each wall and the ceiling. He must have sensed Peter's confusion. "A very useful thing if you're covered in fur rather than just having a tuft of hair on your head." Alornerk ruffled Peter's hair with a single finger and turned a plastic knob near the entrance with his other paw.

The machinery hidden behind the walls came alive with a low growl of turning gears, and the flaps that had guarded the vents spread apart. A tempest without the rain overtook the room in less than five seconds. Peter felt his small body being swept from Alornerk's palm by the gale-force winds. He latched onto Alornerk's smallest finger, coiling his arms around it like a stubborn, undersized ring.

Peter thought he heard the giant bear laugh, but it was hard to make out over the roar of the vents. Alornerk formed a loose fist around Peter and shielded him from the swirling hurricane of air. Through the crack of the polar bear's fingers, Peter watched as Alornerk's fur was tossed about, lifting moisture away in the process. The drying room was more effective than he thought it would be.

Two minutes passed, and the polar bear was mostly dry. The vents died down and Alornerk relaxed his paw.

"I think it's time for some lunch." The bear's stomach growled, reverberating in the tight quarters of the drying room. Peter felt inclined to agree. He hadn't even noticed the hunger pangs that were churning in his belly.

Peter rode on Alornerk's paw the whole time, climbing down to the dining table before the giant bear strolled into the kitchen. Plastic and glass clunked and clanged together as the polar bear undoubtedly raided the refrigerator, searching for something that wouldn't require much preparation. The sound of the refrigerator door closing signaled his success.

They spent about half-an-hour munching on snacks. Peter was filled by crumbs of crackers and a very thin slice of summer sausage, and Alornerk was satisfied with his cured filet of salmon. It would at least hold them over until dinner.

* *

"Twister?" Peter exclaimed. He was shocked. He hadn't seen that game in ages, but this one was a different version. It had "Athro Edition" stamped on the cover.

"Yep!" Alornerk beamed, whipping out the floor mat and letting it drop to the hardwood, the same eager smile infecting his lips. The only difference Peter could make out between this version and the regular Twister game was that the colored dots had over a foot diameter. "Grosjean didn't suggest it, but I thought it could be fun if we tweaked the rules a bit."

That grabbed Peter's attention. He wondered what kind of "rules" the giant polar bear had in mind.

"We're going to play the best of five rounds," the bear explained, grabbing a digital tablet from the coffee table and running his claws over the touch screen. "I will position all four limbs on the mat at the beginning, and then you'll choose a free dot to lie down on. This tablet will spin for me and luck will decide if you end up under my paw or my foot, which I will savor when it happens. You must end up under my foot in order for me to win a round. Paws don't count."

"Your goal is to 'survive' for ten turns, choosing a new color and dot each time. If you don't end up under my foot, then you win the round. Whoever wins three rounds first gets the spoils - getting full reign over the other's body."

Peter smiled. He imagined exactly what he would do with the giant polar bear's body. Having full reign to explore the bear's body and feet was more than an incentive to win this time. The images of what he'd do to Alornerk's feet flooded his mind: caressing them, hugging them, massaging them, and crawling all over them. Peter wasn't going to lose this time.

"Let's get started then!" The bear's excitement was palpable and infected the tiny human. Peter was just as eager to begin, and he was glad to see such enthusiasm about something from Alornerk.

From the shrunken human's perspective, the game mat was the size of a football field. He observed as the colossal bear first place his feet on the green and red dots respectively, then bent forward to place his paws on a yellow and a blue dot. Peter averted his eyes. The bear's movement had spread his massive butt cheeks and revealed his smoky-grey pucker of a bear-hole, with his enormous cock and balls hanging freely below the white, fur-covered taint. Alornerk wagged his short tail and dropped his head to watch the tiny human.

Peter forced his eyes to stay focused on the mat as he walked across the rubbery material, his face growing cherry-red with each step.

The bear chuckled. "You're still shy after all we've done together? Or was that your first good look at a polar bear's ass?"

The tiny human kept his head hung low, refusing to break eye contact with the floor. He nodded in response to the bear.

"Well, I've got a good feeling that this game will help you get past that shyness. I'll be sure you get a good, close look at all of me, human."

It was true. Peter couldn't help but wonder why he was still so bashful, but if it would help his relationship with Alornerk, he was willing to work past it. He lifted his chin and locked eyes with the blue irises of the polar bear. The yellow dot next to Alornerk's left paw and underneath the bear's head was Peter's first choice, lying down and staring up at the giant bear, whose enormous body was as large as a skyscraper.

Alornerk bent his neck upward and clearly stated the word, "Spin." The tablet, which rested on the floor next to the game mat, chimed in confirmation.

_Left foot - yellow,_the technology buzzed in a female voice.

Alornerk was uproarious. His laughs shook the ground beneath Peter's bare back. "Look at that!" he roared. "Very first turn and I win this round! How lucky!"

The ecstatic bear bent his left knee and drew it close to his belly, hovering his huge foot two inches above the miniscule human. Peter would have thought that it was poor luck, but having Alornerk's paw just inches from his body made him think otherwise. He smiled and submitted to his fate for this turn.

The huge, black pad between the bear's toes and heel loomed over him, slowly closing the gap of empty space. Peter shot his arms forward and made contact with the dark flesh, pushing against the unstoppable force, his hands eaten by the bear's pad. Before long, his arms gave way and Alornerk's foot swallowed his body, smothering his entire length. Peter tried to squirm under the bear's weight. It was useless. He was pinned.

Alornerk purred and rocked the bottom of his massive foot over Peter's frame. The feeling of someone stirring below his heavy, padded foot turned him on more than anything else, rousing the nerves in his groin. The polar bear cupped his swinging balls and swelling cock with his right paw and squeezed. The soft struggles of the human beneath his foot sent waves of heat to his crotch. His dark lips pursed and he let out a soft moan. He didn't lie when he said he would savor each win.

Peter was nearly lost, half-absorbed by the foot's coarse, flexible pad. Everything around him was black, but every other sense was amplified because of it. Alornerk's pleasant aroma, his movements, and the sound of his soft pad rubbing against Peter's bare skin: all of it was better within the dark constriction of the polar bear's foot. It was all beyond his control, just like the erection growing in his loins.

The weight lifted from his body and Alornerk balanced on his other limbs above the tiny human. The flame of lust in the polar bear's eyes told Peter that Alornerk was more than pleased. Not to mention, the hard, black phallus emerging from the bear's white sheath was another dead giveaway. Peter clambered to his feet, ready to begin the next round.

Alornerk switched up his starting position. He placed both feet on green dots and both hands on the adjacent line of yellow dots, squatting down with his broad buttocks floating a foot in the air. Peter got another good glimpse of the polar bear's intimate parts as they dangled between his bulky thighs, still swaying from Alornerk's attempt to get comfortable.

Peter took advantage of the situation. He decided to occupy the green dot next to one of Alornerk's feet, ensuring victory for the first turn.

"Clever thinking," the huge bear boomed. "Spin."

_Right paw - blue,_the tablet hummed.

Alornerk followed the instruction and slid his right paw farther ahead onto a blue dot. Peter rose to his feet and chose red for his next color, which was clear on the other side of the mat. He picked the left-most corner figuring the bear would have a hard time contorting his body to reach him.

Left foot - yellow.

The polar bears foot crept forward and covered the yellow dot right next to his left paw. A dot still remained to the left of the bear's foot, and Peter figured it was the best choice. It would be difficult for the hefty bear to twist his body and place his right foot there.

Right paw - yellow.

A dose of adrenaline shot through Peter's body when he heard the word "yellow," but he was assuaged after remembering that it was just a paw. Still, the polar bear's lips curled and his right paw swept across the mat, stopping just a centimeter from the tiny human. The tips of his claws tapped the flexible material in a wavy movement. His paw lifted, standing on two fingers, and tiptoed over Peter until they came to rest on each side.

Alornerk's thumb descended between Peter's legs, creating a tripod of furry, padded columns. The bulky finger crept forward until it made contact with the tiny human's groin. The bear massaged and teased Peter's crotch with heavy, circular motions, before dropping his entire paw and squeezing the human in his palm. The pressure was light but held Peter well against the mat.

Peter wiggled out from under the polar bear's paw-pad. The dark flesh grazed his chest and legs as he crawled out between Alornerk's middle and ring fingers, the snowy fur tickling his sides, nearly making him laugh. The polar bear winked at him before he chose the next color - red. It was the same corner from before.

_Right foot - red,_the tablet buzzed, making Peter cringe. He had been doing so well.

The gigantic polar bear beamed broadly, his two top canines emerging from his black lips. "Lucky again!" he crowed.

Alornerk had spoken too soon. The moment his right foot stretched over the line of blue dots and toward the tiny human in the corner, his expression of triumph shifted to one of despair. His arms and legs trembled, and Peter sat up to watch the spectacle. The polar bear's balance left him as he teetered back and forth. His two hands and one foot were swept out from under him, falling flat on his furry back, his right leg still hanging in the air - a reminder of his overconfidence.

Peter's lips tightened as he held back the humor boiling from the depths of his belly. He didn't want to offend the polar bear or make him feel worse than he may have already been feeling. Swallowing the laugh, he watched Alornerk intently.

The bear's brow was scrunched tight, creating deep creases in the fur above his snout. Being at the same level, he made eye contact with the tiny human. His face relaxed and his smoky lips pursed and twisted. His jaws separated and a loud howl of laughter bellowed from his gut, vibrating the ground under the human's butt. Peter joined in the bear's guffaw.

"You win this one, human," the bear beamed, reveling in the comedy of his loss.

The next two rounds were swift. Peter won the next by surviving for ten turns. Alornerk won the second by planting and rubbing the bottom of his right foot over the tiny human on a blue dot, savoring every second of it, getting the bear even more aroused. The score was tied and the final match was at hand.

Six turns were already over.

The giant polar bear played with himself in anticipation. "Soon enough you'll be mine to do with as I please again, human," he taunted.

"Big talk from a big bear with an empty foot," Peter joked. He was surprised by how much he was enjoying the game.

The bear's huge left paw was on a blue dot. His right paw was on nearby yellow dot, and his feet were spread wide apart. The left one was close to his paw on a blue dot and the other was stretched to the opposite corner, the color yellow beneath it. His wide, furry butt was held high in the air as he held his balance, wagging his white stub of a tail. Peter was surrounded by a yellow circle, directly below the polar bear's genitals. The small human diverted his eyes as the bear's huge testicles swayed freely, dangling just two feet above him.

_Right foot - green,_the tablet buzzed.

Alornerk's lips twisted in a sinful anticipation. He may not have gotten the right color to win the round, but he had another idea in mind. The mat vibrated as the bear's claws raked across it, settling in its new location, his ass descending with the motion.

Peter didn't have time to react. The bear's enormous ball-sack dropped as Alornerk repositioned into a comfortable squat, the stretchy and furry flesh enveloping Peter's naked body. His gigantic testicles rolled over the tiny human's sides. The snowy fur tickled Peter from every angle as it wrapped around him in a nearly airtight seal, and the tiny amount of air remaining was moist and thick with the polar bear's scent.

Alornerk's lips curled even more. The feeling of Peter's form encased in his scrotum and stuck between his massive balls was new and enticing. He thrust his powerful hips and let his balls massage the tiny human's sides, letting the human's curves stimulate his genitals. Peter wiggled underneath the thick skin and added to the pleasure, making the big bear release a breath of delight.

The fur and flesh around him was like a heavy comforter and Peter didn't know which way out of it. The soft spheres that rubbed his sides gave him some spatial orientation. He used them as guidance, crawling backwards between them, sometimes wrapping more of his body into the bear's scrotum. It was a struggle, but he was enjoying it just as much as Alornerk.

Slivers of light eventually broke through lines of the short hairs on the bear's scrotum, and Peter knew he was almost out of the blanket of polar bear flesh. The weight started to lift from him, finally wriggling out from under Alornerk's meaty ball-sack, his head escaping the load. His first glimpse was of the bear's colossal buttocks. The white cheeks were spread, giving Peter a close and intimate encounter with Alornerk's deep butt crack.

The heat under the bear was intense and the air was filled with his odor. Peter twisted the rest of the way out from under Alornerk's scrotum, wiping some of the hot moisture that had collected on his bare skin. It smelled of the polar bear's potent sex, and he was now covered in it. Peter took a big whiff of it. It made him dizzy with desire.

_Three more turns,_Peter thought. Then he'd have his round with the polar bear.

The next two turns went by in Peter's favor. One turn was a paw, and the other turn was a foot on the wrong color. The last turn had finally come. Peter was hopeful.

His last pick was on a blue dot.

_Right foot,_the tablet announced and Peter's skin crawled. He pleaded for the fates to be in his favor.

Green, the device finished.

Peter jumped to his feet and threw his arms into the air in triumph. "Booya!" he cheered. "David defeats the Goliath!"

Alornerk sounded a short grunt of a laugh. He let his weight go and his butt plopped on the mat below, quaking the floor and almost making Peter fall to his knees. The huge bear crossed his legs and stared at the tiny human, who was continuing his victory dance around the blue circle below him.

"Looks like you own my body for round two, human," Alornerk conceded in defeat. Peter stopped and turned to the titan of a bear. The human's lips spread and two rows of white teeth gleamed in the artificial light.

The huge bear sighed, but an interested smile remained across his snout. "So what's your plan? What would you like to do to me? I am at your command."

"Let me get this straight," Peter squeaked as he approached the furry titan. "You have to do whatever I say?"

"That's correct. Just be sure that it's something that won't take too long. We still have some chores to do this evening."

The tiny human bit his bottom lip and furrowed his brow. Something devious was brewing in his brain. He massaged his chin, the corner of lip curling into a devilish smirk. The idea was perfect.

"Alornerk?"

"Yes, human?"

"I want to be under your foot for the rest of the day!" Peter demanded, projecting his voice beyond the big bear. "Dominate me, Alornerk!"

Alornerk's shelf of a brow broke as his left eyebrow stretched upward, a rapacious grin gleaming in his sky-blue eyes. "You've just made my day, human."

The huge bear's legs uncrossed and his right foot flew across the mat. Peter froze, submitting once more to the giant. A gap opened between Alornerk's big toe and the toe next to it. The two bulky digits flanked Peter's sides, wrapping around his back, constricting him. Peter couldn't hold the weight. The ball of the polar bear's foot pressed hard against his thighs, pushing him to the floor, the fur under the bear's toes tickling his chest.

The mat and floor beneath Peter groaned as more of the titanic polar bear's weight compressed his lower half. Alornerk finished rising to his feet and stared down at the miniscule creature between his toes. "I hope this serves as a good reminder of my power," the big bear roared, coiling his toes in a tighter embrace around Peter's arms. He bent over to get a good look the tiny human's expression. Peter clenched his teeth as the polar bear constricted even more, the soft, black pad swallowing his lower half. "You should consider it an honor to be under a polar bear's foot, human. In fact, I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" the tiny human yelped, struggling with the pressure on his waist.

A fiery grin stretched across the polar bear's mouth. "Say 'It is an honor to be under your foot, Alornerk.'"

Peter squirmed as the bear's toes squeezed harder around him, the snowy fur continuing to tickle his chest and face. "I-It," the tiny human stuttered.

"I can't hear you," Alornerk growled.

"It is an honor to be under your foot."

"I still can't hear you. Say it like you mean it, human!"

He drew in a deep breath and expanded as much of his lungs as possible under the pressure of Alornerk's foot.

"I- it is an honor to be under your foot, oh great-and-powerful Alornerk!" Peter yelled, emptying his lungs.

"Great-and-powerful Alornerk?" the enormous bear repeated, releasing most of the weight from Peter's body. The human coughed, gasping for the hot, hormone-enriched air that surrounded him. "That title has a nice ring to it. I kind of like it."

If the circumstances had been any different, then Peter would have been terrified of Alornerk. Due to how quickly the bear had adopted a domineering role, Peter could only assume that Alornerk had been holding back for Peter's sake. And now that he had given Alornerk full permission to dominate him, the polar bear's deepest desires would emerge. Submitting to Alornerk's power trip was going to be a thrill.

"Looks like I'll have to find some way to keep you stuck between my toes, my plaything," Alornerk thought out loud. "But I think I've got an idea."

The big bear's toes constricted once more around Peter's arms, pinning them securely to his chest. Alornerk's foot lifted from the floor and carried the tiny human with it, the human's short legs dangling below the ball of the humongous foot. Peter was soaring with each step.

Alornerk opened the drawer of a stand next to the living room couch, pulling out a roll of white thread. His butt fell to the couch's cushion and he tossed his feet up to the coffee table. Gravity pulled at the human's feet and he started to slip from the toes' tight hug.

"Not so fast," the polar bear said, wrapping his paw around Peter, keeping him in place. "I think I'll be able to rig a tether.

With his claw, Alornerk plucked the end of thread and removed roughly five feet of the ivory string from the roll. He started by wrapping two hoops around the top of his black pad and behind Peter's ankles, securing the human's feet in place. Next, the bear looped the string around his ankle. He drew it between his toes, over Peter's left shoulder and back, and down half the length of the bottom of his foot. The last few runs of thread secured the upper half of Peter's body between the polar bear's two innermost toes. Alornerk pulled the ends of the thread, ensuring that was snug against the bottom of his foot.

The rope hugged Peter's back and drove him farther into the bear's fur , his legs sinking into the top of Alornerk's black pad.

"That should work," the polar bear reckoned, tying off the two ends. Peter made a futile attempt to wriggle from the makeshift sling. "Don't even try to escape. From this point on, you're just a toy for my big foot, human."

"I suggest you just enjoy the ride as I step on you, squeeze you between my toes, and grind my pad on your crotch. It'll be a nice distraction while I do today's chores, plaything"

Alornerk lifted his feet from the coffee table and dropped them down to the carpet, the fabric pressing hard against Peter's back. The bear stood from the couch, placing a fair amount of weight on his right foot, making Peter's crotch and legs sink deep into the bear's pad. The soft flesh ground into the tiny human's groin as the titan took his first step, massaging Peter's cock.

Each of the bear's steps stimulated the same region of Peter's body. The little human twisted his hip and dug the bottom of his growing erection along the ridge of the polar bear's foot pad. Peter's flesh tickled the section of fur under his toes, making the big bear chuckle.

"Whoa there, toy. Hold your horses and take time to smell the roses," Alornerk paused and roared with laughter, curling his toes and digging his pad harder against Peter's waist, stopping the little human from grinding any more. "Well - in this case - you should take the time to smell the awesome stench of my polar bear feet."

Peter wiggled and tried to get a bit more comfortable. Alornerk's pad was pressed hard against his fully erect penis, causing an interestingly pleasurable pain.

Alornerk bent at the waist to inspect Peter closely. "I don't see that tiny nose of yours working. Do it, human. Take a big whiff of my foot's sweet scent," the huge bear instructed, licking his dark chops and flaring his yawning nostrils.

The small human did as the polar bear commanded. He tilted his head forward, burying his face in the cream-colored fur between the thick toe's pads. His chest expanded and the hot air that radiated from the bear's foot filled his lungs, drawing hints of the bear's masculine essence into his nose. It was an earthy aroma, reminding Peter of the smell of freshly tilled soil and mixed with the tang of soft, worn leather. It was divine.

Peter succumbed to the foot's stench, and a fuzzy feeling overtook the space between his ears. The bear's scent had done its job, lulling him into a state of dizzy ecstasy, infected by the subtle power of Alornerk's foot. The polar bear beamed as Peter's body fell limp.

"That's right. You just relax for now," Alornerk advised the tiny young man, who was still incapacitated by the bear's robust aroma. "It's only going to get better as I get all hot and sweaty for you, little human"

_I'm flying,_Peter mused. The air rushed past his sides, messing the hair atop his head and replacing the heat and scent of Alornerk's foot with something colder. Pressed hard against his back with each of the bear's steps, the floor changed from itchy carpet to chilly hardwood. He imagined himself floating in space, bouncing between planets. Weightlessness had taken him.

His head still spun. The foot's stench was dissipating but still lingered at the tip of Peter's nose. The pheromones refused to let go of one so willing, dulling the tiny human's sense of the world around him. But one thing was clear to Peter - he was outside.

The cool draft had disappeared and the light that broke through Alornerk's toes was too bright to be artificial. His state of mind prevented him from being absolutely sure, but the feeling of moist soil against his bare back had confirmed his suspicions. The polar bear was doing Grosjean's gardening with Peter tied beneath his foot.

The giant bear fell to the ground, his white butt crushing the blades of grass below it. "I hope you don't mind," Alornerk confessed, pulling weeds from the first row of plants. "But the spring and the summer heat tends to do a number on me. It gets the glands on my paws and feet working overtime."

The huge polar bear was already panting.

Alornerk's legs were flush with the ground, his toes pointing skyward. Peter was just beginning to regain his composure. The slight breeze that wrapped around the bear's feet was enough to carry away most of the warm stench, allowing the wee human to take in a few breaths of fresh air. It was a short break.

Peter had no reason to question the polar bear; Alornerk certainly knew his body much better that Peter ever would. But it happened much faster than he thought. A faintly oily substance seeped from the polar bear's ebony pads and the skin between his toes, dripping down Peter's sides and coating his chest. It felt like his chest had been dipped in a vat of baby oil.

"Be sure to get a good taste of it," the bear suggested, scooting farther down the row of vegetation and feeling the moisture collecting on his foot-pads. He squeezed and curled his toes in order to aid the process of drenching the tiny human.

The bear's oil or sweat - Peter didn't really know what to call it - formed small beads on Alornerk's toes, and they swelled until cascading down onto the young man's head and shoulders. It was impossible to avoid the hormone-filled liquid. Peter twisted and turned in an attempt to wipe the substance that was dripping down his forehead, burrowing his face into the fur between the bear's toes. It only made it worse. The liquid spread all over his face and glazed Peter's lips like a slippery lip gloss.

Alornerk giggled as the tiny human wiggled between his toes, getting himself covered in the bear's sweat. "Let me help you with that," the polar bear offered, bending his knees. "It's best if we get you fully basted in my scent, since you are my toy for the rest of the day."

The bottoms of the huge bear's feet made contact and pressed together, massaging and squeezing Peter from all angles. His back had been the only part of him that remained devoid of the greasy liquid. Now, he was fully painted in it.

"Oh - yeah!" Alornerk moaned, clenching his massive paw on an exceptionally stubborn weed. The feeling of Peter's small body rolling between his feet and toes was a great deal better with his sweat slathered over the human's exposed skin. His bumpy pads slid with ease over every subtle curve of the human's form.

While nibbling his bottom lip, the polar bear hummed with pleasure. "I can feel all of you, human - trapped and rolling between my feet. You're all mine, now!"

The polar bear's feet had eaten Peter alive, coated in the hot sweat that continued to trickle down his entire body. It was like an inferno of wet sex within the prison of bear flesh and fur, causing Peter's own sweat and scent to drip into the mixture. He was a slave to the polar bear and his ursine sweat. And he loved it.

Alornerk rubbed and ground the human deep within the sole of his other foot, curling and squeezing his toes in the process. Peter cut loose and let his flesh meld with the bear's. He twisted his hips against pad under his stiff cock and gasped for the humid air around him, drawing in a large amount of the bear's sexy steam. The savory vapor attached to his taste buds, reminding him of a buttered wheat-biscuit mixed with a faint, bitter flavor of fresh sage. It was more than tolerable and was soon all he could taste.

The bear's potent earthy scent of worn leather and smoky, evergreen bark conquered Peter's senses. It was a powerful mind control, dominating his tiny body and compelling his muscles to writhe in pleasure against the ursine flesh that enveloped him.

Giving way to Alornerk's strength, the stubborn weed finally caved to the pull of the big bear's arm. His paw unclenched and he released Peter from fiery sex between his feet. A cooler air replaced the space behind the tiny human's back, causing him to pause his grinding against the bear's foot. The little human drew in a breath of the new air, but remained infected by Alornerk's power. He didn't understand why the polar bear had stopped.

Alornerk sighed, his tongue halfway out and panting, dripping with hot saliva. "We're getting a bit ahead of ourselves, human. We still have chores to finish."

Peter was a bit disappointed. But he was also relieved, nearly overheating between the bear's huge feet. He was still covered in a thick coat of the bear's oily substance, marked by the mighty bear's sexy scent.

As the polar bear continued to pull the rest of the weeds from the garden, the tiny human rested his head in the fur between Alornerk's toes. He was unable to smell anything other than the great bear. And the heat from the rays of sun on his back ensured that Alornerk's sweat penetrated his pores and became part of his body. The thought of having a part of that power inside of him was exciting to Peter.

That toxic haze dominated the tiny human once again and the sound of static buzzed at the edge of his hearing, growing louder until it disappeared entirely.

"Wake up, human!" a grizzly voice rumbled within the human's core.

Peter's body twitched and his eyes snapped open. His face was still deep into Alornerk's fur. The bear's scent remained but it was only a memory of its former glory, cooled by the fresher air around him. He took in a long breath and tried to stretch, realizing that he was still tied tight to the polar bear's foot.

Alornerk's snout hung a few inches above Peter. His mouth was agape and the tip of his dark-purple tongue crept around the front of his top teeth, spilling a wave of tepid air over the human.

"W-what happened?" Peter asked, wincing to the pounding of his head. He didn't think getting a hangover from bear pheromones was possible.

"All of the chores are done. You passed out, my little toy," Alornerk replied. The spark of pride in his eyes was obvious. He seemed to be amused by the fact that his stench could render a person unconscious - a symbol of his strength no doubt. "It was a rush watching you submit to my power. You loved it. Didn't you?"

Peter swallowed hard, the taste of the bear's sweat still lingering on his tongue and lips. Everything he'd done with the polar bear meant submitting to him. It was the ultimate pleasure - being dominated by the gigantic bear. But he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to admit that Alornerk was right.

He did love it.

"Well, human?" the huge bear repeated, squeezing his paw on Peter's back, pushing him deeper into the bottom of his foot. "Tell me you loved it."

Peter still didn't want to admit it. Everything still confused him.

This time Alornerk's toes curled and constricted tighter around Peter's head and shoulders, eaten once more by the fur between the bear's toes. Semi-moist remnants of the sweat stuck to the strands of fur and discharged more of Alornerk's sex the deeper his face dug into the soft, white carpet of hair.

"You asked me to dominate you, little man. So I'm going to squeeze harder and harder until I hear you say it. Tell me all about how much you love submitting to a big bear like me."

Peter couldn't do it. With a mouthful of white fur, it was physically impossible to complete the task that Alornerk was requesting. Plus, he was still struggling to come to terms with idea anyway.

"I like this game," Alornerk chuckled and gripped his foot and Peter tighter, driving the tiny human deeper into the forest of his soft undercoat.

His hands clenched and his arms and legs tried to move within the cramped pressure of bear flesh. It was nearly becoming intolerable, but he loved it. He truly did. The feeling of Alornerk's strength and dominance all around him was magnificent.

But he needed to do something. He needed to submit.

Peter opened his mouth and let out a muffled shout between the bear's toes. The pressure released instantly, freeing his face from the snowy mass of fur.

"What was that, human? I didn't hear it."

He tilted his head back and yelled, "I love it! Submitting to a giant bear like you is the best feeling in the world!"

"See! It wasn't that hard," Alornerk smiled, grasping his cock with his other paw and fondling it. "Now tell me how much you love my feet."

Peter paused as he attempted to catch his breath, but Alornerk reapplied the tight clutch of his paw.

"Your feet are wonderful! I can't even describe how much I love your feet, Alornerk!" he coughed.

"And the smell of my foot? You can't help but lust for my powerful, sexy stink, can't you?"

"You're right! I can't!"

"Then taste it!" the titanic bear demanded, curling his big toe in front of Peter's face and shoving the black pad against the puny human. "Open that little mouth of yours and lick my toe, toy!"

He didn't hesitate. He separated his jaws and went to work and the bear's dark pad, caressing the bumpy flesh with his tongue.

The huge polar bear quickened the strokes along the shaft of his black cock, letting out grunts of pleasure in the process. "That's right! Showing me how much you love my feet is much better than words, little man. Lick it harder!"

Peter strained his neck muscles and crammed his face deep into the supple pad, shoving the whole length of his tongue against the black flesh and sweeping it upward as high as he could reach. The salty and bitter flavor remained on the bear's pad but Peter didn't mind. It was just as tasty as it was out in the garden.

His tongue was close to the size of a pencil's eraser but it worked, tickling Alornerk and making the huge bear flush with stimulation. After exhaling a lung-full of hot air, the polar bear's breathing quickened and the grip on his stone-hard cock tightened, slowing his strokes. Pre-cum overflowed from the tip, glazing his paw in the white dribble.

"I'm getting close, human," Alornerk told Peter and released his finger's pressure on the back of the human's head. "It's time for you to finish the job."

With one of his ebony claws, Alornerk cut the thread that had been holding Peter under the bear's foot for so long, releasing the human into his paw. Alornerk dropped to his knees and placed his toy on the carpet. The ceiling above Peter disappeared as the titanic bear crawled over him, placing his paws on the floor. The tiny human caught a glimpse of Alornerk's massive cock. It was diving toward him, moist and lubricated with more of his ursine pre.

Alornerk was adept at the maneuver, making Peter think that the bear had done a similar thing before. The head of his thick, dark cock pressed hard against Peter's belly and thrust forward, causing the length of Peter's body to massage the whole shaft. The polar bear separated his legs and let more of his manhood's weight press against the small human. Peter was covered and stuck under the huge width and length of Alornerk's penis.

"Hug my cock like a good little human, toy!" the polar bear demanded, his voice vibrating throughout his and Peter's body.

Peter did his best to stretch his arms out under the pressure of such a massive penis. His arms and legs embraced the bottom of the black dick after a few seconds of hard work, sinking his limbs deep into the dark, slippery flesh that surrounded him.

The huge bear grunted. "There you go. Hold on tight!"

Alornerk dropped again, digging his cock deeper into Peter. The polar bear's muscles tensed and the fur on his back stood on end as he asserted his dominance, thrusting his erection against the shrunken human. The bear's slick flesh rocked back and forth over Peter's chest. Pre-cum continued to drip from the tip, coating the tiny human in more lubrication, seeping into his pores and assimilating with his body.

The scent that invaded Peter's nose was now sweeter with the addition of Alornerk's pre. And so was the taste. Peter opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to slip along the bear's length, taking in more of Alornerk's power.

"Oh, yeah! Work my cock, human! You love the taste of my bear dick, don't you?"

Peter was surprised that Alornerk was able to feel his tiny tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He nodded his head in affirmation under the supple blackness that had swallowed him up, knowing that the bear would press for an answer.

"Good," Alornerk continued. "I'm getting close, toy. Just keep doing what you're doing and I'll blow all of my sweet polar bear seed all over you."

The polar bear's heart-rate was increasing. Peter could feel the pulse intensify over his chest as Alornerk slowed his strokes, the huge artery throbbing above his bare skin. More weight fell atop the small human as Alornerk dug even deeper into him, and something warm and wet devoured his legs. Peter assumed that his legs had been eaten by the polar bear's white sheath.

With each new thrust, the polar bear's fleshy sleeve crept up the shrunken human's body. After a little while, it was even up to Peter's shoulders. The hot, tight flesh squeezed every single inch of his body and played with the head of his erection. It was just the amount of stimulation that he needed.

Alornerk's black cock continued to sway in and out of his sheath with Peter pressed hard against the floor, eaten entirely by the polar bear's flesh. The hot sex within Peter's soft prison was a firestorm of lust, filled with Alornerk's ursine energy and power. The tiny human lost himself again, grinding hard against the bear's manhood.

Peter blushed as blood flushed throughout his entire body. He was getting very close. With his body surrounded by the bear's hot moist flesh stroking his entire body, his muscles tensed and his cock swelled, ready to explode.

"This is it!" Alornerk roared, his erection swelling in sync with Peter's. "I'm cumming!"

The tiny human squeezed the bear's dark flesh harder as one last stroke slid the entire length of Alornerk's shaft down Peter's chest and crotch. The last rush of pressure was all Peter needed. His back arched as the tip of Alornerk's cock came to rest and dug into his crotch.

A wave of warm flesh expanded along Peter's legs, which still embraced the head of Alornerk's erection. The gigantic bear let out an explosive roar. The hole at the end of his black cock stretched and blasted out a surge of creamy bear-seed, coating all of Peter's exposed and bare skin. Alornerk continued to roar, his semen flowing from his cock like a waterfall.

Peter's entire body tensed within the slippery coat of white bear-seed that covered him. The heat at the end of his erection reached a point beyond control, releasing the readied semen from his balls. His cock swelled and burst.

Both Alornerk and Peter continued to orgasm at the same time, their creamy bodily fluid mixing together, the warm waves of bear seed still flowing from the head of Alornerk's cock.

The huge bear exhaled and tried to catch his breath. "That was amazing, human. You're a good little toy."

Peter squirmed in the goo that had absorbed his whole body. Alornerk's cock pulled away and the big bear lowered his head.

"Now, this won't do," he said. "I guess I should clean you up a bit."

His heavy bear-tongue emerged from his snout, slipping past his ebony lips and pressing against Peter's legs. It flattened and wrapped tightly around the little human's curves. The coarse, bumpy flesh ticked Peter's bare skin as it swept forward, wiping up the seed that had covered him. Alornerk smiled. He savored the mix of bear and human semen before finally swallowing the warm mess.

A smirk crept over the polar bears face. "Tasty," he nodded in satisfaction. "Now let's clean the rest of this up and take a dip in the pool to cool off."

Alornerk took Peter in his paw and proceeded to lick the rest the gooey substance off of him. With a clean tissue, the bear absorbed the rest of the mess on the carpet, saying something about using a carpet cleaner later. He rose to his feet and carried the tiny human back outside.

Peter was surprised. The sun was already setting and the air was crisper than earlier. The reflection that gleamed on the pool's surface was painted orange by the sky above it. He wondered about how long he had actually been passed out under Alornerk's foot.

The titanic bear approached the edge of the in-ground pool and knelt over the white-grey concrete that surrounded the body of water. It was as big and deep as a lake to the tiny human. Alornerk extended his paw over the pool, hanging it about three feet above the surface.

"Go ahead," he coaxed. "Take a leap. It's like cliff diving. It can be intimidating at first, but it's quite a rush. I promise you'll enjoy it."

Peter crawled toward the tip of one of Alornerk's fingers and peered over the precipice. The polar bear was correct. It was more than intimidating. If Peter had been his original height, the drop would have been equivalent to sixty-four feet, and that was terrifying.

"Grosjean explained this to me," Alornerk went on. "He said that because of your increased mass to volume ratio you are less susceptible to water's surface tension. And something about not really needing to worry about being dropped at any reasonable height into water. I don't fully understand it, but he said that you would."

With an eyebrow raised, Peter took another peek over the cliff of Alornerk's paw. "I completely understand what he means, but that doesn't really help reduce the fear," he responded. The longer he looked down at the water the faster his heart raced.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. We just thought it would be a cool opportunity."

Alornerk started to lower his paw closer to the water.

"Wait!" Peter exclaimed, waving to get the gigantic bear's attention. "I'll do it."

"Really?"

A lump was starting to form at the back of Peter's throat. He gulped it down. "Yes," he answered.

The big bear returned his paw to three feet above the water's surface. Peter decided not to look this time. He stared out over the fence toward the horizon, letting the mix of orange and yellow hues excite his body. The colors reminded him of the aura of amber that lined the edge of Grosjean's brown fur, which glowed most in the radiance of a setting sun.

He smiled and took two steps forward, curling his toes over the tip of Alornerk's padded finger. One deep breath later, his beating heart slowed and his knees bent. He launched himself from the polar bear's paw, soaring through the crisp air.

His arms instinctually grasped his sides and he pointed the heels of his feet toward the water. Everything accelerated around him. The sights became a blur. The air rushed past him. His whole body tingled with adrenaline as he had enough time to realize that he was falling, and the water was advancing toward him at an increasing rate. It was an odd thing to be conscious of.

But the moment his body had become fully aware of the fact that he was free-falling, he was already breaking the surface of the water. The transparent liquid swallowed him eagerly, making hardly a splash in the process. It sparked stimulation along every millimeter of Peter's nude flesh, revealing a stark temperature difference. The water was cold but still tolerable.

Peter relaxed and allowed himself to sink. Much like losing control to Alornerk's power, he submitted to the energy around him, and the water took him willingly. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling. It was like a deep space escape. Zero gravity had taken him - embraced him - but something was still pulling him. Something was still drawing him down, deeper.

The cool water around him swirled and tossed him about as a powerless ragdoll. His eyes shot open to the blur of an underwater haze, but one thing was clear. An enormous blob of snowy-white fur was submerged with him and zooming toward him.

A smile took over Peter's lips. It was kind of cool to think about, but there was always a bigger fish. This fish just happened to be a gigantic polar bear, and that polar bear was after his prey.

Another game was on. Peter still had a bit of oxygen reserve left in his lungs, so he decided to take a chance. Granted, it was a chance that he was going to lose, but it would be fun anyway. He turned away from the monstrous white bear and swam as fiercely as possible in the opposite direction.

It didn't take long, but a shadow slowly enveloped his body from above. His eyes darted downward and he caught a glimpse of Alornerk's dark-red tongue and pearly whites pushing past him. The polar bear's massive maw was overtaking him from above and below.

Peter panicked. He knew that Alornerk wouldn't harm him, and he had already been in a bear's mouth - twice. But he couldn't control the primal response his body was having to the situation. Adrenaline returned and he stroked his arms in frenzy in order to advance out of the bear's maw as it gently closed behind him.

A few bubbles emerged from Peter's nose as he chuckled. He had barely made it, but he couldn't stop yet. His arm's continued to swirl the water around him, but his muscles were growing weary from the strain and a growing lack of oxygen. Peter knew that the giant polar bear was going to have him next time.

And he was right. He could hardly move the water around him anymore and his speed had slowed to half. On the left edge of his sight, darkness loomed. Some part of Alornerk was getting into position to strike, and Peter was at a loss for what maneuver he could execute to escape this time.

Nothing. That was the answer. He couldn't do anything to escape it. The darkness swept toward him, blocking the last bits of sunlight that still broke through the surface of the water. Peter turned and realized that it was Alornerk's huge paw wrapping its bulky fingers around him. The black pad squeezed on all sides as the polar bear clenched his paw around the little human.

Peter did his best to hold his breath within the soft flesh that constricted his chest. He was running out, but Alornerk must have assumed that Peter needed to breath. The big bear shot his paw out of the water and gave the little human a pocket of air to breath. He did not, however, let Peter wriggle out of his grasp.

"Caught you!" Alornerk laughed, manipulating Peter's body and slipping the tiny human's head out of the coil of his pointer finger. "Did you seriously think you could escape a polar bear in the water?"

Peter coughed and the corners of his lip curled upward. "Of course not."

"That's a good lil' human," he smiled and shoved Peter back into his paw with his thumb, giving one more good squeeze around Peter's whole body.

The pressure around him released and Peter dropped about a foot. However, he did not land with a splash. It was more of a muffled thud in the thick of white fur and polar bear belly-fat. He climbed to his feet atop the wet fur and attempted to find his bearings. The titanic polar bear was floating on his back with the meaty part of his gut protruding well above the surface. His massive head was bent forward, watching the tiny human with a grin.

"I have to admit it." The bear's big, blue eyes broke contact with Peter and rose to stare skyward. Peter could tell that what Alornerk was about to say must have been a bit embarrassing for him. "You're a pretty awesome human," he confessed.

Joy and warmth snuck over Peter's limbs. He sat back down, sinking his buttocks into the bear's soft belly. "Thank you, Alornerk."

"I just mean to say that you're not like the rest of them, are you? Most humans are disgusted by us. And the only humans I've ever know have been assholes like the one at your dormitory. To them, I've always been a monster - a sick animal. Sure, I have urges that involve dominating others, but I'd never intentionally hurt someone."

Peter didn't know how to respond to Alornerk's sudden emotional honesty. Either it was just the water dripping from his fur, or the big bear was actually forming tears in the corners of his eyes. Peter figured it'd be best to just listen to the polar bear.

"But you like me and you like Grosjean. I can see it. I can see the lust in your eyes. And although it's a sexual thing, it has at least opened you up to the idea of loving us for who and what we are. Frankly, I didn't even think it was possible. That a human could be attracted to me and attracted to being under my foot as I dominate him. But you've shown me that it_is_ possible. You've shown me that it's possible to trust a human. And even more than that. You've shown me that a human can be a friend."

"You've placed a huge amount of trust in us. Something that I would have a difficult time with. You are potentially placing your life in danger by allowing us to dominate you in such a way, but you trust us, even with your life. And I admire that in a way. Which is why I just want to come out and say it." Alornerk's throat moved as he swallowed hard. "Thank you," he finished.

Peter caressed Alornerk's stomach, trying to comfort the polar bear in some way. Never before had he seen the normally stoic bear get so emotional. It was kind of refreshing to see, but Peter really didn't know how to respond.

"I-" Peter stuttered. "I don't know what to say."

"There's no need to say anything, human. I just needed to get that off my chest."

Alornerk's azure eyes gleamed in the last sliver of light that was disappearing behind the horizon. The big blue orbs lowered and locked eyes with the little human. A coy and considerate smile stretched across the polar bear's lips. It was clear that Alornerk had never expressed himself like that to a human, making Peter feel honored.

But something was wrong. A knot in Peter's stomach still remained. All that talk about trust had forced his mind to recall an unfortunate promise to a horrible professor. The thought of Gemault was enough to ruin the mood, and Peter broke eye contact with Alornerk, averting them over to Grosjean's house.

"You're probably tired," Alornerk noticed. "We should be going to bed anyway."

Peter glanced at the big bear once more. He had never seen such innocence from a titan like him. He made a promise to himself that he would tell Alornerk all about Gemault in the morning.

The huge polar bear cleared his throat, making his big belly rumble beneath Peter. "I know that this might be awkward. And feel free to say no. But would you like to sleep in my paw tonight?"

Peter returned the same caring smile that Alornerk was wearing. "I would love that," he replied.

* *

_It's warm,_Peter thought. He didn't want to open his eyes. He was too comfortable to even think about waking, and he was almost disappointed that he was starting to return to consciousness.

The last thing that he remembered before falling asleep was pulling two of the giant bear's fingers over his side. Now something much softer was wrapped all around him. It was radiating heat and covered in fur. Peter inched his hand up his side to feel the heavy object that was coiled around his chest and made contact with Alornerk's muscular arm.

Peter smiled with his eyes still closed. On the top of his head, the polar bear's hot breath ruffled his hair with each exhalation, and the bear's big belly and chest expanded against his back every few seconds. Peter was Alornerk's little spoon, and he felt like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He curled up a bit and pushed himself closer against the big bear.

Alornerk noticed the movement and curled up with Peter, squeezing him deeper into his furry belly. The bear's other paw emerged from underneath one of Peter's pillows and started to rake his claws through the human's hair. One of his hefty legs crept over Peter's hip and drew him even closer, pressing his manhood against the human's supple buttocks.

The bear's cock was already swelling to the physical affection, pushing harder into Peter's ass cheek. Peter could hardly control the same urge, his penis growing in sync with the bear's.

"Good morning, Peter," Alornerk yawned, still scratching Peter's head with his claws.

The words took Peter by surprise. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have even noticed it, because it was such a common thing. But he wondered if the polar bear had just let it slip this time. Instead of calling Peter "human," Alornerk had finally referred to him by name.

Peter tried to stretch, but the huge bear held him tight enough that he could hardly move. He was effectively trapped by the polar bear.

"Good morning, Alornerk," Peter finally replied. "How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. You?"

Peter felt awkward talking to the wall just as much as he felt awkward having Alornerk's penis digging into his ass crack. He grabbed whatever leverage he could find and rolled to his other side within the bear's tight embrace. The bear's leg was still straddled over Peter's hip, but now his huge cock was sandwiched between Peter's legs. Peter's face was level with Alornerk's broad chest, the bear's belly absorbing most of his naked torso.

Peter twisted his neck to make eye contact with those blue irises he was learning to love. They were just as bright as usual, even in the dim light that made it through the curtains.

"I slept very well, too."

Alornerk leaned his snout forward and gave Peter a slippery lick on the cheek. His lips curled into a smile. "I'm glad."

The polar bear's deep voice that rumbled in his core made Peter melt. He dug his face in the thick tuft of fur on Alornerk's chest, and the bear squeezed even harder, his belly and fur absorbing more of the human. It was the safest that Peter had felt in a long time.

Peter rubbed his nose and face deeper into Alornerk's fur. "I know that this is going to sound silly. But did you know that that was the first time you called me Peter?" he asked, the words muffled by the huge bear's muscle, fat, and fur.

The polar bear did not reply right away, and Peter grew anxious as he waited for an answer, thinking that he had somehow offended Alornerk. He removed his face from Alornerk's chest and looked up at the polar bear.

"I-" Peter stuttered after noticing that the polar bear was staring at the ceiling, seemingly aloof.

Alornerk cleared his throat and his brow furrowed a bit. "It's true, isn't it? Wow. I guess it was something I got used to. I didn't really care to call humans anything other than that, so it seems you've had quite an effect on me."

Peter stopped looking at the bear the moment Alornerk tried to make eye contact. The thought of Gemault had unfortunately returned to him, but he figured that it was the best time to tell the polar bear.

He refused to look at Alornerk and just twirled some of the bear's white fur with his finger. "There's something I need to tell you, Alornerk."

"You can trust me with anything, hu-" he paused. "Peter."

Peter drew in a deep breath and realized that his arms and legs had begun to tremble.

Alornerk noticed Peter's nerves. "You're shaking," he said. "What's wrong?"

"It's just that I don't want you to be mad at me."

The big bear removed his arm and leg from Peter, withdrawing a few inches from him. "I promise I won't get upset. What happened?"

"Do you know about Professor Gemault?"

"Of course I do. He's the physics professor at Stantman - one of Grosjean's colleagues - and someone with a less-than-ethical reputation. At least, that's my judgment based on some of the stories Grosjean has told me."

"Then you should understand where I'm coming from with this. I didn't really have a choice in the matter," Peter gulped as he watched Alornerk's expression grow more concerned by the second.

Alornerk rolled out from the cover and sat at the edge of the mattress. "What did that human do to get you this worked up?"

"Gemault just made me promise that I'd help him get Professor Grosjean fired."

"I see. Why didn't you tell Grosjean about this?"

"I was worried that I'd ruin his tour if I told him. That he'd cancel the trip if I said anything. That's why I'm telling you now, Alornerk."

The bear rose to his feet and strolled over to the closet, shuffling through the largest of Grosjean's clothing. He seemed a bit angry, but it was clear that he was still concerned about Peter.

"Please, say something, Alornerk," Peter tried, water starting to form in his eyes.

"I understand how difficult it must have been to have your college career threatened. At least, I'm assuming that's what he did," the big white bear explained and Peter nodded in response. "This is something I've got to take care of right away. I'm going to pay that despicable human a visit."

"Let me go with you."

"No," he shot back, shaking his head at Peter, his blue eyes glistening with a gentle regard. "This is something I'll do for you - a favor for a friend. You stay here and keep the place clean. I promise that I won't be too long."

He slipped on the largest pair of pants he came across and struggled to slide his bulky arms into one of Grosjean's jackets. It was odd to see the polar bear fully clothed. Alornerk passed Peter a smile and started toward the door.

"Alornerk." Peter was sitting up in the bed, the covers still covering his legs. The bear turned to face the human but not a single syllable escaped his lips. "Please be careful," Peter requested.

The bear's black lips curled and squeezed together. "I will," he said, closing the door behind him.

Peter sat in silence for a moment as he listened to the roar of Alornerk's truck revving to life and backing out of the driveway. He had half the mind to fall back asleep. Telling the truth was draining and made him reluctant to face the rest of the day, especially without Alornerk.

He shook his head. There was no use moping around all morning, and Grosjean definitely would have wanted him to enjoy every day no matter the circumstances. But thinking of the professor only made Peter feel worse.

If Grosjean had been there he would have had the perfect thing to say to Peter to make him feel much better.

"What would Grosjean say right now?" he asked himself out loud. "None of this is your fault, Peter. Gemault is a pretty despicable character and I was expecting that he'd do something like this sometime. Just let Alornerk do what he has to do and focus on taking care of yourself right now." Peter's voice squeaked as his tried to imitate the grizzly bear's tone and accent.

"But what if Alornerk gets hurt? Then it will be my fault!"

"Alornerk is a very resourceful polar bear, Peter. Gemault may be smart, but everyone has a weak point. Alornerk know exactly what to do in this situation as we've prepared for such a thing. You, for one, know just how protective and guarded he is."

"I guess you've got a point. But what should I do then?"

"I asked you to take care of my place, didn't I?"

"Yes..."

"Then, there you go. I'm sure that if you get all of the chores done before Alornerk returns that he'll certainly 'reward' you."

Peter's brow furrowed and his thumbs massaged his temples, his fingers hidden in his hair. "What am I doing? Talking to myself? Alright, it's time to get out of bed."

He crawled out from under the covers and went searching for his backpack. Putting on a fresh pair of underwear and clothes would be a good place to start. Then, he'd eat breakfast and get started on the chores, just as Grosjean - well, Peter - had asked.

Keeping his hands busy with the chores didn't necessarily stop his worry about Alornerk. When he was doing the dishes, he stared out the window and imagined Alornerk strapped down to a metal table with an eye-patch wearing Gemault standing at the bear's side, a tray of torture devices next to them. Exactly why Gemault was wearing a black eye-patch, he had no idea. It just made the professor look more evil than he already did.

The rest of the morning was the same, and the more time that passed the worse Peter felt. When the afternoon rolled around, he started to wonder whether or not Alornerk was even returning. It was a harsh reminder of how much Peter truly hated being alone.

The silence throughout Grosjean's house was deafening, and Peter was more aware of everything around him. He finally realized how much larger everything was - the rooms, the furniture, even the pictures on the walls. It made sense though. As a grizzly bear, everything needed to be a bit larger than normal.

Peter shook his head again, trying to snap out of his funk. He thought relaxing in Grosjean's office would provide some relief, but it ended up doing the opposite. With a familiar folder in his grasp, it was a last resort. Perhaps some nostalgia would make him feel better.

The folder's flaps separated as Peter pulled them apart, but something was very different than before. The photos that had been there before had been replaced by a magazine - a very recognizable one. It was the magazine that Peter had had a subscription to: Fine Fur Feet. But something else was off about the whole thing. The issue that was in the folder hadn't been released yet.

None of that bothered Peter, however. But he was a bit surprised when he recognized the huge, brown-furred foot and the back of a tiny human on the cover. Under the signature "FFF" heading of the magazine was a title that read, "Shrunken Pleasure - A Toy for Giant Bear Feet."

It had also read that the full story was continued as the center page story. That was a bit of an honor.

Stuck at the very bottom of the magazine cover was a note to Grosjean.

"Here is the first draft of our summer edition of Fine Fur Feet. It was a pleasure to add your enticing submission to our collection of anthro foot fetish material - and we won't be the only one to enjoy it! Please, take your time to look over the full story and make sure everything is to your liking. All of our writer's and photographer's opinions are taken in high regard before publication. Thank you, _FFF_editor."

Peter fanned through the pages with his thumb before coming to the center page. He took a deep breath and thought hard about opening it.

"I shouldn't be opening this. Grosjean probably wanted to leave it as a surprise, even though I already knew that he'd be submitting the pictures."

He started to separate the pages just as a faint rumble of a door closing echoed downstairs. His ears perked and the folder shut between his fingers. He returned it to Grosjean's desk and grabbed an older Biochemistry book from the bookshelf instead. It was one of the professor's that he'd already read - twice.

Peter plopped down on the couch that was flush with a wall perpendicular of the professor's desk and tried to act as if he wasn't just snooping. He ran his eyes across the words - not actually reading - as the stairs expressed their complaints, succumbing to the weight of the big polar bear. Alornerk didn't call out for Peter, but he figured that the bear could probably smell him.

The door to the office swung open.

"It's done." A white blur passed through the doorway and tossed a manila folder onto Grosjean's desk. He turned to Peter and smiled, "How was your day? I see that it was pretty productive at least."

Peter gulped, "It was alright. What's with the folder? What did you do?"

"Don't worry about it," Alornerk winked and sat down next to Peter. "Just know that Gemault has been taken care of. He won't be bothering the professor anymore."

"You didn't-"

"Of course not! That would have been wrong and stupid." The big bear settled farther into the lavender-colored sofa, moving his huge feet up from the hardwood floor and placing them on Peter's lap. "Let's just say we have a good deal of leverage with that neat-freak now."

Peter was still curious about the contents of the new folder on Grosjean's desk. What exactly did the polar bear do to Professor Gemault?

"Anyway," Alornerk started, hoping to change the subject. "I've got one more chore for you."

Peter placed the book back on the bookshelf next to the sofa and twisted to face the polar bear. "What's that?" he asked but assumed that he already knew the answer.

Alornerk wiggled his fuzzy padded toes and curled the corner of his lip into a smirk.

"What else?" he answered. "My feet are itching for a massage, and I've heard from Grosjean that you give awesome foot-rubs."

Hearing the praise made Peter feel better. It was good that the professor enjoyed his foot massages so much. He just hoped that he could please Alornerk just as much, but the polar bear's feet were a bit larger than Grojean's. They were going to be harder to manipulate.

"I'm not sure if I'm that good, but I'll do my best." Peter decided to err on the side of modesty just in case he didn't live up to the bear's expectations. He went to wrap his palms around the sole of Alornerk's right foot just as he pulled them away.

The bear asked, "Just one request?"

"Okay." Peter raised an eyebrow, his fingers itching to slide in between the polar bear's big toes.

"Take off your clothes."

Peter smiled and proceeded to remove his shirt. "Only if you do the same," he also requested. He was surprised that the demand even escaped his lips, anxious for the bear's response.

"I thought you'd never ask," the huge bear chuckled.

That was a relief.

They both remained seated on the sofa as they shuffled out of their pants. Peter was already growing hard from the anticipation of coiling his palms around Alornerk's huge feet, his erection flinging upward the moment his pants dropped below his crotch. His cheeks grew red and he turned away from Alornerk. It was weird that such things still embarrassed him.

"Mmm, nice!" Alornerk observed, licking his lips at the sight. "Damn, I love how much you crave my feet!"

The last pant leg slid with ease off of the big bear and he turned to the human, placing his back against the arm of the sofa. Peter was already fully nude and fiddling with his thumbs. He was unsure how to proceed with the polar bear.

"I think I've got an idea," Alornerk began. "Turn and face me, Peter."

Peter did so. He brought his legs up onto the large purple cushion and rested his back on the arm opposite of Alornerk. His eyes were still averted from making contact with the bear.

Alornerk reached forward with a finger and lifted Peter's head by the chin.

"Does this still embarrass you?" he asked. The bear's glacier-blue eyes shifted back and forth between Peter's eyes. "It's perfectly okay. Don't ever be ashamed of who you are, Peter."

Peter swallowed hard and finally met with Alornerk's eyes. His cheeks were still quite red. "Thank you, Alornerk."

"Besides, you couldn't have made a better choice. A bear's feet are the best!" he joked, licking Peter with his dark maroon tongue across the cheek. He scooted his bulky butt closer to Peter and lied back against the arm of the couch once again. His swollen testicles came to rest atop Peter's right foot. His thick legs straddled Peter's sides. "Scoot down until your butt is against mine and wrap your legs around my waist."

The big bear lifted his legs, waiting for Peter to do as he was told. Peter crawled forward with his elbows until his ass made contact with Alornerk's soft butt cheeks, his cock tickling the bear's balls. He twisted his legs around the bear's solid and thick thighs and rested his feet on Alornerk's belly, sinking a bit into the gut's layer of fat and fur.

"There we go. Perfect!" the polar bear remarked, lowering his heavy legs onto Peter's chest and pressing the large pad of his left foot into Peter's face. The bear's meaty thighs and calves consumed most of the human's torso. "Will this position work?"

Peter's lips squeezed out from under the bear's foot in a pursed and contorted manner. "Yes, this will do nicely."

"Good. Now get to work."

He yanked his arms out from under the weight of Alornerk's legs and draped his fingers over the top of the bear's foot, forcing his thumbs between his face the black pad pressed firmly against it. His thumbs sunk deep into the unevenly textured flesh and a temptation to taste the bear's black pad grew in the back of his mind. It didn't take too long for Peter to fall for it. His tongue escaped his mouth and his lips embraced the sensual flesh.

Digging his finger's deeper into the fur on top of the foot, Peter forced the bear's wide sole to swallow the rest of his face. The salty flavor that covered Alornerk's pad transferred to his taste buds and Peter savored as much of it that he could, sucking and licking every inch of the dark skin. Alornerk moaned. The pleasure got the best of the bear as he pushed his foot harder against Peter's face.

With his body squirming from Peter's effort, Alornerk reached for the human's left foot. He leaned forward and returned the favor, wrapping his moist, purplish tongue around the heel, sole, and toes. The whole foot was overtaken by the polar bear's mouth. Alornerk had encircled the middle and sucked the top like a lollipop, tickling the rest with the bumps on his licker.

Peter's body twitched with the slightest of movements from Alornerk's tongue. The slippery object was maneuvering between his toes and all over, thoroughly tasting Peter's foot. It was making it hard to concentrate on massaging the bear.

Losing control of his body, Peter slid farther down the sofa and pressed harder against the bear's huge ass. His head slid down from the arm of the chair. Alornerk noticed the human's change of position and switch feet. The bear's right foot now replaced the left on Peter's face, sinking the human's head into his supple pad and deep into the soft cushion below it.

The glands on the bear's feet were over-stimulated and released a stench with which Peter had become quite familiar. He loved it. The earthy aroma broke past his nostrils and overtook his nose. It quickly became the only thing that Peter could smell, and it was wonderful. The polar bear's power was once again dominating his body.

Peter's right hand was busy raking between the toes on Alornerk's left foot, and his left hand started working the heel of the one squeezed hard against his face.

"Keep up the good work while I get this party started," the bear dribbled, finally removing his mouth from Peter's foot.

Something large, padded, and furry slipped under Peter's waist. It was Alornerk's left paw and before Peter even realized that fact, the polar bear was lifting his waist up to match with his. With everything going on, it was hard to pay close attention to what was happening, but Peter thought he could feel his erection pushing against the bottom of Alornerk's hard cock. The white, fuzzy sheath around most of the bear's shaft was definitely tickling his manhood. There was no doubting it.

Alornerk said, "Here's my present to you for doing all the chores today."

His massive paw curled its fingers and palm around both cocks and constricted, squeezing both erections together. The bear shifted a bit, twisting to his left and leaning forward much farther. Peter was still pinned snugly between Alornerk's foot and the sofa. But he could feel everything. The polar bear's smoky, wet lips wrapped around the tips of both cocks and flowed in a gentle suckling motion down each shaft. He removed his paw the moment they were both deep into his mouth.

The moist heat surrounding Peter's cock was intense, making him forget about what he was doing. He continued to lick and suck Alornerk's big toe without realizing how fast and hard he was doing so. The feeling of the polar bear's lips and tongue bobbing up and down his flesh deserved much more of his attention.

Peter's legs had been eaten by the polar bear's belly, stuck between his gut and his huge thighs. The weight of the bear's muscle and fat was holding them securely in place. Alornerk grasped both of Peter's arms by the wrist and constrained them against the sofa, binding each of the human's limbs. Peter had no chance of escaping Alornerk's dominance.

The polar bear removed his right foot from Peter's face and pressed it against the human's chest. He shifted a bit more and placed his left foot next to next to Peter's face. His toes curled and rubbed Peter's cheek before coming to rest at Peter's mouth.

Alornerk stopped for a second. "Suck my toes and I'll continue to suck you!" he demanded.

Peter didn't hesitate. His mouth stretched open, welcoming the first toe-pad to enter. The taste of the bear's flesh was just as strong as when they first started.

Held in place by the bear's weight and the bear's strength, Peter worked Alornerk's toes with his tongue and lips. He was salivating profusely, drenching each of the bear's black pads. But it made the whole process of enjoying the bear's toes easier.

Alornerk returned to sucking both of them off, his lips wrapping tighter around both shafts. His tongue coiled around his and Peter's flesh, coating them in lubricating spit. With two well-lubricated cocks, the polar bear increased his pace, and Peter could already feel a climax starting to build.

Peter wanted to move his body to the pleasure but the polar bear held him in place. Feeling the human's struggles, Alornerk increased the pressure between his lips and tongue. He drove his right foot even more into Peter's chest. He couldn't help but find a deep satisfaction in overpowering the human. And Peter could do nothing about it.

Exerting his dominance over Peter made Alornerk's balls swell even more - his manly-bits were getting ready to unload. And Peter was just as close as the bear was. Alornerk could feel it, too. He felt both erections in his mouth stiffen and throb even more.

Peter removed his lips from the bear's big toe and exclaimed, "I'm going to cum!"

Alornerk was excited to hear it but he shoved his toe right back into the human's mouth, forcing Peter to suck it more. He shortened his thrusts around the shafts and tickled both heads with his tongue with more force. His own cock grew as his testicles finally let go of their seed. Peter's did the same.

A warm wave pushed past Alornerk's lips, expanding the flesh around which his tongue was firmly wrapped. At the same time, they exploded. The creamy substance spurted from both pillars, filling his mouth and coating his tongue. Peter twitched in the polar bear's tight clutches and a soft groan vibrated from Peter's mouth, muffled by Alornerk's big toe.

Both of their bodies jerked simultaneously as the last bits of seed poured out into Alornerk's mouth. In one smooth sucking motion, the polar bear slid his lips up both erections, cleaning up the mix of cum. He savored the white goo in his mouth for a few seconds before sending it down the hatch.

He wiped his lips with the fur of his right forearm. "Well that was fun. How about you, Peter? Did you enjoy that?"

Alornerk finally removed his big toe from Peter's mouth.

"I loved it!" Peter replied, his cheeks growing flush with blood again. He did, however, become acutely aware of just how much his body was under the bear's weight. "But I think I need to move. You're kind of crushing me."

Alornerk released Peter's wrists and leaned back, releasing the legs out from under his big belly. "Oh, sorry," he chuckled. "I guess I got a little carried away. But I thought you'd like being crushed a bit. You know - being under feet and all."

Peter stretched his legs a bit and slid back up to lean against the sofa's arm once again. "I really do. My legs and arms were just starting to fall asleep a little. But I absolutely loved having you do what you wanted with me like that."

A smile returned to the polar bear's face. "Now that's the spirit! I'm glad to see you be less ashamed of what you like."

"Well." Peter scratched his head. "You've been a good teacher, Alornerk. You've definitely been helping me understand that it's alright to accept myself."

"Thank you for those words, Peter. I'm glad that I've been able to help you in some way, because you've certainly done the same for me."

"For some reason, I've got a good feeling that Grosjean knew we'd be able to help each other out."

They both chuckled.

"I certainly wouldn't put it past him," Alornerk beamed.

* *

His fingers were restless. Peter paced back and forth just outside of Grosjean's office, rolling his thumbs over each other. There were two day of spring break left and he was back on campus. He'd received an e-mail from the professor saying that he'd be back a little early, and Peter was hoping to surprise the lovable, brown bear.

"It's just like you, isn't it?" The smooth rumble of a grizzly's voice bounced between the walls. It made Peter's heart stop, and a tingling warmth washed through his body. "Waiting for me just outside my office - I wouldn't have expected any less from you, Peter."

Peter turned around to find the professor standing at the bottom of the marble staircase, wearing his typical loose-fitting, white dress-shirt, blue tie, and khakis. His glasses were slightly awry on his snout and his right paw was holding onto a black briefcase. Like usual, Grosjean's big feet were free and bare, resting comfortably beneath a few creases of his pant bottoms.

Peter's fidgeting stopped. Just the sight of the professor had a way of comforting him. "You know me too well," he smiled, starting toward the big bear.

Grosjean dropped the briefcase and stretched his hefty arms to the side, anticipating a much desired hug with the human. Peter slid his hands around to the bear's back and sunk into him.

"It's good to be back," the professor admitted. "I had a great time speaking across the country, but a bear needs some time to relax."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Grosjean pointed his arm toward the office door and asked, "Shall we?"

Peter was reluctant to uncoil his arms from the bear's soft belly but he did as the professor asked. Grosjean unlocked the door and ushered Peter inside. He closed the door behind them and took his seat like usual.

"So I've heard a number of stories about this spring break from Alornerk. I swear - for as long as I've known that polar bear - I've never heard that many words come from his lips in one setting."

Peter chuckled. Alornerk certainly had become more of a conversationalist by the time spring break was over. In fact, the polar bear never would have admitted it, but he had the hardest time saying goodbye to the human, going on about whatever else he could think of before finally parting. He was proud about how well he'd been able to connect with Alornerk.

"He also said that he called you 'friend?'" Grosjean asked, slightly curious as to the authenticity of the story. "I know almost all there is to know about Alornerk, so believe me when I say this. That is a huge leap forward for him - to call a human a friend."

"He did. It was the night before I told him about-"

"Dr. Gemault?" the professor interrupted him. "Yes. I got a full update on _that_situation."

Peter gulped, finally taking a seat across from the professor. "And? You're not upset about it, are you?"

"At you? Of course not! At Dr. Gemault? Absolutely. He's been out to get me every since I started here at Stantman. You are not the first student to be manipulated by him, and you probably won't be the last. However, Alornerk ensured that he won't be as much of a threat anymore."

Grosjean proceeded to open his briefcase and withdraw a familiar-looking manila folder. He placed it on the desk in front of him and opened it, causing Peter's eyes to widen in shock at the contents. Lewd pictures filled the folder, each displaying the physics professor in multiple suggestive positions with a white bear.

"He didn't!" Peter exclaimed.

"Hardly," the professor interjected. "Alornerk simply slipped a sleeping solution into Gemault morning coffee, rendering him unconscious for a good part of the day. Nothing was done other than getting into position and taking the pictures. He also made sure to leave some copies of our 'leverage' behind. And thankfully, I've heard from some fellow professors that his usual rhetoric about anthros has ceased for the past few days."

That was a relief for Peter. He had worried a lot about what Alornerk had actually done, but the truth was much tamer than he'd imagined.

"I don't think that we'll have to worry about Dr. Gemault for some time," Grosjean finished, digging once more through the briefcase. He pulled out another familiar folder. "There's one more thing I wanted to show you. I was hoping to make it a surprise, but Alornerk told me you undoubtedly found it during your 'snooping' of my office at home."

"I'm sorry, I-"

Grosjean waved his paw, dismissing whatever excuse Peter was going to attempt. "Don't worry a single bit about it, Peter. I was going to show you anyway before it got published. I wanted to make sure that you were okay with it. What did you think of the spread?"

"Well," Peter paused. "I didn't actually get to see the whole spread. I only saw the cover."

The big bear grinned. He was glad that the surprise hadn't been wholly ruined, sliding the magazine over to Peter. "Take a look then."

Peter opened it up right to the middle. Spread across both pages was a big brown-furred foot, a huge white-furred foot, and a small portion of a tiny human caught underneath them. There was a caption along the bottom. "For our very special, very little toy... and friend."

Grosjean cleared his throat and made sure Peter met with his eyes. "It was Alornerk that suggested that we put 'and friend' in there. He was calling you friend before this spring break, Peter. He just couldn't ever do it while you were around."

Tears started to form at the corners of both of Peter's eyes, running down one of his cheeks. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, Peter. I was right in thinking that you'd be able to help Alornerk. He now has a human that he can truly call friend, and that means much more than you could possibly understand." Grosjean leaned forward to wipe some of Peter's tears with his paw. "So you like it?"

"Like it?" Peter asked. "I love it!"