A Wish Best Served Cold
A man in a fancy gym has a close encounter with a polar bear, learning to truly appreciate all it has to offer.
Disclaimer - Herein lies a sordid tale of bears and men, brought together in a surreal series of events. Only press on, dear reader, if you have the stomach for such things. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)
A Wish Best Served Cold
The one indulgence that Fenwick allowed himself was his gym membership. He might not have the most glamorous job, or the most lavish apartment, but he certainly went to the best gym in town. The equipment was kept in pristine order, and there were all sorts of perks, including a wave-pool, sauna, and baths of all sorts to relax in after a long session of keeping his body working at peak efficiency.
One day, as he was in the throes of his usual set of mechanically aided exertions, he looked across the gym to see a very unusual sight indeed. A massive polar bear wearing a black sports-bra and equally tight shorts was lifting what looked like 200 kilos on a barbell, making barely a noise as she hoisted it above her head before lowering it with a hypnotizing grace of motion, muscles bulging under her plush white fur.
Fenwick's measured tugs at the ropes and pulleys of his own exercise contraption grew more and more interspersed, slowly halting altogether as he watched the furry white feminine mountain of muscle lift more than double his own weight with practiced ease. She must have noticed him at that point, because she turned, Atlas-like burden on her broad shoulders as the gaze of her dark eyes met the man's awestruck staring head on.
Tossing her barbell to the thick rubberized floor with a muffled thunder, she licked her black lips with her fleshy grayish tongue, giving him a surprisingly suggestive wink as she dusted off her plate sized paws, turning to pad heavily off towards the locker room. Fenwick watched her go in awe, eyes following her shapely posterior as it swayed from side to side with a muscular grace evident through her tight shorts, stubby white tail protruding just above them.
Shaking his head as if waking from a dream, the man tried to continue with the daily routine that he had been following since he first joined this particularly elite establishment, but he couldn't quite manage to focus. His thoughts kept drifting, focusing not on pumping the bars and levers and instead fixating on that burly white body, those dark orb-like eyes, and the sway of her snowy form walking away from him.
What a polar bear was doing this far south he had no idea . . . Perhaps it was something to do with global warming. He'd heard that the north pole was shrinking, but this seemed ludicrous, not that he could deny what he'd seen, and the gym certainly did have excellent central air conditioning . . .
Eventually, Fenwick admitted defeat, stepping away from his matte black exoskeleton of a workout machine with a sigh, unable to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Trodding into the locker room with a incomplete feeling, he stripped and stepped into the shower, washing off with mechanical efficiency as his mind still wouldn't let him catch up to the present, thinking over her massive body, thin black lips, stubby tail, and rounded white ears.
Although it wasn't yet Thursday, he decided that he might need an early soak to help him get back in his perfectly tuned groove. And so he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked dreamily down the hallway. The currently rather depopulated baths were laid out in a classic Roman fashion, three pools all separated by frescoed walls full of classical motifs, curling grapes and opulent olive trees. Fenwick was headed to the most popular pool, the swirling warm embrace of the hot tub, but his foot steps halted as a deep voice rang out from the swirling frothy waters of the rarely used frigidarium.
"Aren't you already hot, or were you just pretending to work back there?"
He turned in shock to see her, black padded paws spread out behind her along the edge of the stone bath as she spoke, white shaggy body blending in with the bubbling water. Fenwick's body immediately stiffened, one hand reaching down to hold up his towel as he bashfully explained that he hadn't meant to offend her in any way shape or form. It was merely a somewhat off day for him was all . . .
"Oh, well, if you've offended me so badly, then don't you think that you should come and apologize?" She splashed some water over the edge of the pool playfully.
Fenwick stammered, looking at his feet before holding up his arms, opening his lips, and trying to mutter an explanation that just didn't come. To avoid having to stick his foot in his mouth, he slowly approached the pool, begging the young miss's forgiveness in a mumbly sort of way.
"Oh come now, you can just call me Ila. There's no need to be formal here." She beckoned him forwards, patting the bubbly cold water with a paw. "Anyways, you've already had a good long look, so there's no reason to be shy."
Attempting to protest, Fenwick looked into her knowingly smiling lips, absentmindedly apologizing again.
"Who's to say I don't like the attention hmm? Anyways, I'll never know what to think about your prying eyes until I get to know you, so why not take a little dip with me? The water's fine . . ." She shifted her posture slightly, body undulating as she sat up, wide dark nipples breaking the surface of the water.
Fenwick gulped as his eyes fixed on her bust, panicking as the hand holding his towel felt his cock pulse in the beginning of what would surely result in an embarrassing predicament. Stuttering while looking for an escape, he was unable to pull himself away from the social gravity of the situation. After looking this way and that, his eyes fixed on the bubbling whiteness of the cool pool, an unlikely refuge from his rogue erection, and surely a cure to his sudden amorousness.
He stepped into the tub with a splash, icy cold water making him grit his teeth as his breathing quickened.
"Such enthusiasm! Usually, one would remove the towel before entering the bath." Ila laughed as he reached beneath the churning surface and removed his sopping white towel sheepishly, slapping it down at the edge of the circular pool with a stiff motion, shaking slightly as his body adjusted to the frigid temperature, explaining that he just hadn't been thinking, and wasn't really used to entering this particular pool.
"I can see that. Just look, you're shivering!" She grinned, showing off her assortment of rather pointed teeth. "Here, let me help you out with that . . ." Ila waded across the pool towards him, brushy fur dripping off frigid droplets as she sat next to the man with a heavy splash that caused the water to rock from one side of the tub to the other.
Despite Fenwick's halting half-protests, she plopped down and snuggled in next to him, wrapping a heavy paw around his shoulder and pulling him in against her well-muscled furry body. "There. Now isn't this a little better?" Ila tussled his hair with her blunt black claws.
The contact was oddly warm despite the chill of the water, as well as being slightly prickly. But now Fenwick was shaking for another reason all together, unsure of what to do when in such proximity of a polar bear. He remembered something about curling into a fetal position, but it hardly seemed appropriate now.
"Aww, you're still shivering . . ." She looked down to her side at him as he stared forwards with a fixed thousand-yard-stare. "I think I've got a way that might warm you up a little." And with that she was gone, white furred bulk rubbing against him as she ducked under the surface of the bubbling water.
The man was nearly hyperventilating, considering bolting out of the frigid pool before she surfaced, still more than worried that she'd notice his obstinate stiffy. But before he could even begin to rise, he felt her leathery palms press down on his legs with their hefty weight, feeling the water swirling around as her submerged body moved in towards him. His heart raced as panicked, embarrassed by his shameful eagerness.
His reaction turned from social anxiety to physical shock as she did indeed notice the growing need between his legs, pushing her huge furry white head in until it butted in against his stomach, dark maw opening as she ground her warm tongue against his hardening length, vividly contrasting the freezing pool. He could feel her large white fangs pass to either side of his cock as she sank down over his maleness, engulfing him in sudden slurping suction that shuddered through his spine.
Another patron of the gym walked by, eyebrow raised as he saw the ostensibly alone man sitting in the cold bath with the jets on, his hands outstretched and white knuckled against the edges of the pool as he groaned while the water frothed around him. Some people just really weren't cut out for the cold . . .
Fenwick gasped at the contact as one of her paws reached in to tease over his belly with her hard smooth claws, tickling in stark contrast to the passionate sloppy sucking of her balmy maw. One of his arms moved cautiously from the edge of the pool to grasp in at the thick fur on the back of her broad head, clenched against the bristly fibers as he lay his head back and stifled a moan, squinting his eyes shut as she wrapped her tongue around his length and sucked even harder, seemingly having no need to come up for another breath as she rumbled beneath the wavy surface of the pool.
His body felt like it was tightening, tingling as muscles bulged under his submerged skin. His toes ground against the bottom of the tub on either side of her polar body, a slowly growing sharp scraping sensation developing as his feet bulged, feelings ignored by him as he focused on what was perhaps the greatest feat of oral prowess he had ever considered even as his body bulked up just beyond the scope of his attention. Even his member felt like it was growing to fill her wide experienced muzzle.
It was simply impossible to hold out any longer as she rammed her maw up and down over his throbbing cock, his already tight testes clenching tighter as they bulged. His body shook as he came in a series of hard needy spurts, gasping for breath as she suckled his length, the fleshy gray walls of her mouth contracting against him, drawing him on to new heights as his submerged skin twitched and tightened against her enveloping ursine mouth.
Ila erupted out of the water with a frothy spume, leaving Fenwick's member shocked by the cold water. The man had no time to protest though as the sopping wall of white fur pressed in, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him forwards, flexible lips writhing as she locked him into an unexpected kiss.
He could taste his own seed squelch around in his mouth with its distinct salty basic flavor, her tongue slipping up against his palate as her body pressed against his own. He couldn't help but lean into her well insulated form as well, pulse racing in his ears as he began to reciprocate in the sloppy kiss, a string of semen and spittle leaking from the corner of his darkening lips.
As he embraced her furry white form, her own wide dark paws rose up between them, resting against his chest with their thick leathery palms before begging to rub in against him in tight hard circles, making his flesh feel hot despite their chilly surroundings. He moaned out as Ila squeezed his nipples between her strong blunt fingers, causing his areolas to darken and stretch wider, growing slightly erect in her kneading grasp. While their tongues entwined, his chest began to bulge, becoming softer and infinitely more sensitive as she mashed the growing tender flesh against his widening frame.
His mouth felt like it was lit aflame in the best of ways as his skull creaked. Jaws pressing out and widening, he lapped back into her maw with his distending darkening tongue. Ears twitching and pulling into blunted points, he moaned into their kiss as his hair slowly lightened into shaggy whiteness that seeped across his darkening skin, fluffing up against his body as it came into contact with her own hardy thick-furred frame.
Wrapping her arms back around him, she ground her ample chest against his forming breasts, squeezing their thick black nipples together as his bust began to swell to match the size of her own in pleasured waves of squeezing pressure. His nose twitched, nostrils flaring as they widened into a glistening black leathery end to his developing ursine muzzle, causing her to turn her head sideways, interlocking their fangs somewhat as they continued to explore each other's dark torrid maws. His own hands clasped around the shaggy fur of her back as his white furry digits swelled into broad inky black leather-skinned paws, complete with thick midnight talons that dug into her thick snowy pelt and caressed her tough hidden black hide.
Ila's burly arm reached down behind him, tracing the fur racing down his swelling back as she teased in at the nub of flesh growing just above his ass. Her clawed fingers squeezed and kneaded, making Fenwick's back arch as his spine creaked out, bursting into a fluffy white fullness that tugged against her paws. A strange heat rose inside of him, a flaming passion that seemed to seep from his loins to the pit of his stomach, craving passion in a way that was as insatiable as it was alien. Their breasts rocked together as she pressed into his maw one last time, swabbing the back of his throat teasingly with her finessed tongue before rising, pulling his changing body up with her.
His loose lipped mouth hung open as the water cascaded off of his white furred back into the chilly pool that now rose barely higher than his waist. She rubbed her hips against him, looking into his confused yet lusty ursine eyes as she spoke. "Looks like someone's warming up to the cold bath hmm . . ." She rumbled, grinding against his cock with something thick and warm. "But I bet you want something more, right?" He looked down, breath halting for a second as he saw not one, but two throbbing round tipped black skinned members pressing out of the frigid depths. "Something to keep you warmer from the inside?" Her wide paw reached down, squeezing their mammoth shafts together as she rubbed down their lengths, both of them pulsing and ready despite the chill waters.
Fenwick wanted to quietly acquiesce, to simply give in, but his assent came out as a demanding snarl, his black tongue licking up over his flaring wide nostrils as he took in their combined deep earthy ursine scent. She pushed against his now well-muscled shoulders, toppling him back against the raised bench that ringed the inside of the circular bath. "I knew you would." She crooned in a bass rumble, reaching under the frothing water and fondling his balls as he growled, and then huffed as her smooth enameled claw brushed against the dark slickness nestled behind his testes.
It was a completely new sensation as her finger pressed in, slipping between the lips of his developing fleshy black vulva to tease his forming female orifice, pausing only to squeeze his swelling ebon nub of a clitoris between thumb and wide forefinger, causing lances of pleasure to rocket through his body, making his new breasts to jostle and his cock leak out clear musky pre into the churning water that hardly even registered as cold.
"Mmm, you've been wanting this since the moment you laid eyes on me." She knelt down, raising his husky legs over her shoulders as his wide padded paw-feet splayed in anticipation while she lifted up his lower body up with ease. His strong snow-white broad arms fanned out to either side of him, claws scraping against the pitted natural stone on the lip of the bath as he tensed up, letting out a low moan, no longer even concealing his lust for this bestial union.
"So let's see what we can do about warming up those chilly insides of yours." She rocked her hips forwards, cock prodding against his swollen white furred balls teasingly. "I'd hate for you to stay all cold and alone." And with that, she lifted his impressive bulk slightly, pressing forwards, thick tip of her turgid member grinding against the slick clenched edges of his pussy, pulsing ebony contact driving him wild.
Grinning down with a predatory glint in her eye, she thrust forwards, sliding inside of him as his tender female passage clenched and writhed around her cock in long muscular pulls. Ila wasted no time, slamming in all the way to the hilt, rocking both of their powerful animal bodies as their breasts jostled in time with their surging motions, thick nipples hard as rocks as Fenwick bellowed out his pleasure amongst the sloshing waves from the pool. The feeling of that pulsing shaft filling every inch of his torrid insides, grinding into him again and again drove him wild. His stubby tail wagged fitfully in the water as he no longer cared about decorum in the least as his own meaty cock bobbed in stark black contrast against his fuzzy white belly.
His long slick gray tongue lapped out against his ursine nose as she plowed into him. Pussy walls wrenching in with increasing fervor, pulsing around her thickness with increasing need, his ears perked up, pupils dilating, furry knuckles clenching, as an unstoppable rising wave of pleasure began to boil up inside of his muscular femininity. His raised thighs bulged, corded muscle evident through thick hide and shaggy fur as her claws dug into them, reacting to his inhumanly powerful contractions.
And with that, the floodgates opened, his pussy beginning to clench in wild arrhythmic fits, impossibly strong, causing Ila to gasp as she rammed in one last time, her heavy balls tensing as her member jerked and pulled up within his torrid depths, jolting forth pressured gouts of virile bear seed into his writhing insides. His own thick midnight-skinned maleness throbbed as well, erupting with hot sticky streams of male ursine essence that slapped against his chest and furry chin as they both snarled in pleasure, egging each other on past the brink of exhaustion in a huffing heavy torrent of sex.
They both panted as Ila eventually pulled out of him, falling back into the water with a thunderous crash. "Well, not bad for your first time." She teased, even though she too was ostensibly out of breath. She sighed deeply, taking the time to capture the moment mentally before she stepped from the frigidarium, one paw lowered down to help the still panting Fenwick's now massive ursine form out as well. He looked up, at a loss for words as he took her paw in his own and was hoisted out of the water in a splashing rush.
The man who had come back over from the hot tub to complain about the noise stood there dumbstruck, eyes wide, watching two polar bears strutting off towards the locker room, heavy breasts rocking slightly as their bobbing pitch black erections slowly retreated back into their white fuzzy sheaths, one of them reaching behind the other to pinch their rounded ass teasingly, causing what was surely the ursine equivalent of a blush.
He continued to stand there long after their lumbering forms had disappeared into the steamy whiteness of the shower room, one finger raised as if he were going to make a point. Instead, he slowly closed his mouth, smacking his lips emptily in disbelief before creeping back to the hot bath where he hoped to find solace in the warm waters, completely unable to get the image of the busty white bears out of his mind . . .