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"Go into the woods they said," the female bear growled as she held up her cell phone, the corner of the screen showing her lack of signal. "You'll have fun Becky, they said." She grumbled as she moved through the dense forest, her pants getting caught on the underbrush as she walked, burrs and thorns tearing at her clothing. "You'll be able to relax and connect to your roots."

Becky sighed as she swatted away a particularly large mosquito as it tried to land on her face. She headed towards a large group of pine trees, her eyes lighting up as she saw the first bar in a long time pop on her screen. She nearly squealed for joy as she walked deeper into the set of thick pine trees. The bear found it hard to see more than a foot in front of her as she pushed through the branches, the signal getting stronger with each step.

Just then her phone reconnected to the internet, the screen flashed her position on the map, and she literally jumped for joy. But that joy was as short lived, because as she came back to the ground she had the misfortune of landing on a rock beneath her foot. She fell forward through the last of the branches, finally seeing the small slope that the pines sat upon, and then she promptly began to slide down it.

The grizzly bear cried out as she tumbled down the hill, her arms coming up to protect her face as she rolled down the rocky slope, only to be stopped by a rather thick oak tree. She grunted softly as she sat up, resting her back against the tree behind her. She looked around and she found her cellphone had come to rest beside her, the expensive device split in two by the fall.

"Fuck," Becky shouted. She growled, and tried not to let it deter her. She went to stand, the bear's large brown eyes went wide, and then she yowled out in pain as she put pressure on her foot.

Tears rolled down her face as she lifted her leg and she tried to move her ankle, the second she did another shot of pain went through her body. The grizzly steadied herself against the tree, and gently tapped her blond haired head against it. "And isn't that just the cherry on top of the ice cream Sunday of horror that is my life."

She wiped away her tears, and she looked around for the walking stick she brought with her. She put her weight on it, and thought about her bag that had a full med kit in it, and how she'd watched as it had floated down a river earlier that day-- along with the boat she'd rented for the trip.

Becky sighed, and she pressed on, hobbling one step at a time in the direction she assumed was west... or east... or maybe south. Without her cell, she was down a compass as well, so she had no way of telling.

**

In a cabin deep in that same woods an old wolf sat in a rocking chair on his porch. The wolf, Brophey, slowly puffed on his pipe as he thought about how peaceful the whole place looked as the sky turned a burnt orange above the trees. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of overalls and red bandana around his neck. His grey chest hair poking from between the denim straps. He took in a deep breath of the mountain air.

The wolf heard a snap of a twig coming from his left. He snapped his head towards it, and he watched as the sorriest looking creature he'd ever seen hobbled from the woods.

She was a large female bear, with blond hair and tattered clothes. Her jeans had cuts in them from the thick brush, and her flannel shirt had been torn in places from passing branches, she had leaves and twigs sticking to every part of exposed fur or hair, and she had a light dusting of dirt across her whole body. The old wolf watched as the tired bear leaned against her walking stick crutch, and then collapsed face first into the clearing in front of his cabin.

Brophey stood up from his chair, and rushed to her aid.

***

Becky began to come to, her head spinning a bit as she opened her eyes, her vision blurred. She looked around and she slowly saw a rustic cabin come into view around her. She was in a living room, and laying on the couch with her foot propped up. The walls had things she expected to find in an old cabin like this, trophy fish mounts, several old fishing rods, and all kinds of fishing gear and tackle.

"Glad to see you awake," a gruff voice said beside her. "I was worried there for a minute."

She turned her head to look at him, that kindly old wolf's face smiling down at her as he held out an unopened box of ibuprofen and a glass of water. "Here, these should help. I wanted to bandage up your ankle as well, but I figured I should wait for you awake before you did. I wouldn't want you to think an old wolf like me took advantage of you, would I?"

"No, but I have to ask..." She said with some hesitation in her voice, "You aren't some hallucination my mind has caused to help me deal with the fact I'm going to die alone in the woods are you?"

Brophey looked at her for a moment, before he busted out into laughter. "Well if I am, you must have a really active imagination!" The bear said, before he held out his arm, "Here, grab on, you'll see I'm real."

Becky sat up a bit and she slowly reached out and grabbed the old wolf's arm. She squeezed it for a second, and blushed when she felt the old man flex in her grasp. "Well if you are a hallucination, at least you're a handsome one."

"It's been a long time since someone called me that. Maybe when you fell you hit your head harder than I thought." the old wolf joked. He shook the box in his hand, "Now, take these and I'll get a closer look at that ankle."

Becky nodded, and she took the box, tore it open, popped off the lid and pulled out the cotton inside before she poured four pills her hand and took them with the glass of water. She watched the wolf moved down towards her foot, and he carefully pulled off her shoe. The grizzly bear sucked air through her teeth as a twinge of pain rocketed through her. "Ahhhh!"

"Can you move your foot?" Brophey asked.

"I-I can try." Becky huffed, closed her eyes, and she fought through the pain as she moved it up and down and left to right.

"Good, that means it's probably not broken." He stood up, "But I think you should have a hot bath before I bandage it up. It'll help the blood flow and get you to relax." He looked up and down her disheveled state, "... and I think you need it."

Becky shook her head, "Look mister, I just want to get home. Could you just take me into town?"

Brophey stroked his grey beard as he thought for a moment, "First of all, call me Brophey. And I'd like to, but there's really no way for me to get you there. It's a ten mile hike to get out of these woods, and with your ankle like that there is no way I could get you there. Your best bet would be to spend the night here, and take a ride into town with my delivery boy, Sam. He's coming tomorrow to drop off my groceries for the week, and his ATV could get you out of here no problem.

"Well, I don't want to be a bother," Becky said, shifting uncomfortably.

The old wolf smiled, "No worry, dear. What kind of a country boy would I be if I turned away a pretty lady like you?"

Becky blushed at that, "Not a very good one, Brophey... I'm Becky by the way."

"Well it's nice to meet you Becky. Now I'll go start your bath, and when you're in there I'll give your clothes a wash. And I think I have a pair of crutches around here somewhere..."

**

Becky sighed happily as the bathroom door opened and the steam from her bath rushed out into the old wooden cabin. She used the crutches Brophey had given her to hobble forward as she kept her sprained ankle raised. She had on the wolf's dark red bathrobe-- it was a large cotton one that seemed to three or four sizes too large for her. She walked towards the wolf's large bed, and she sat down on it. She laid the crutches beside her.

Brophey quickly came from around the corner, with an old slightly rusted first aid kit in his hand and his pipe hanging from his muzzle. "Feel better, Becky?"

She smiled, her shoulder length blond hair swaying as she shook her head yes. "Oh much better, I can't believe what had got in my fur on this trip."

"Yeah, by the way I was wondering how you got this deep in the woods without anything but a walking stick." The old wolf said as he set the kit down on the bed beside her, and started to dig out some gauze to wrap her ankle in.

"Oh, I'd spent about 300 dollars on gear for this trip, but sadly it all drifted down the river along with the boat I'd rented and put a 500 dollar deposit on..." The bear said with a grumble.

"Yeesh, this forest was not kind to you." The bear sighed as he moved in front of her. "Mind lifting up your leg?"

"Oh yeah," she said as the grizzly did as the wolf asked.

Brophey got down on one knee, and he gingerly took a hold of her calf, he rested her leg on his leg as he started to bandage her up. Becky stifled a moan as she felt that wolf's digits sliding down her damp fur, his fingers gently rubbing her calf for a moment, before he gently wrapped that gauze around her ankle. Smoke slowly rolled from his muzzle as he puffed on his pipe.

She watched as that big wolf's strong shoulder moved, his arms flexing, and his fuzzy grey haired chest grinding between the straps of his overalls. She bit her lower lip as a thought popped into her head; the image of what it'd feel like to run her fingers through that chest hair, as that big wolf flexed above her.

That lustful thought had an unfortunate side effect. She took in a deep breath, and instantly smelled it; her scent had changed. It'd gone from calm and clean to lustful in an instant. A blush crept across her face, and she prayed the old wolf couldn't tell what she'd been thinking. But like many things on her vacation, what she'd hoped for didn't happen.

Becky watched as the wolf's ears perked up, and his tail lashed out behind him. She could see his chest heave as he inhaled her sweet lustful scent, before a sly grin spread across his face. He finished up the bandage, and he looked up. "And here I thought you were trying to flatter and old wolf when you called me handsome, I didn't think you'd actually meant it."

"Well... I... Umm..." Becky stuttered as the insides of her stubby rounded ears turned bright red and she turned her head. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it," the grizzly said, her brain too tired to lie at that point. She turned her head back and looked into his blue eyes as he stared back into her hazel pair.

The big wolf growled playfully, "Well... like I said, it's been a long time since someone called me handsome." Smoke curled up from his lips as he talked.

Becky's nose picked up a new scent in the air one that mixed with the smell of sweet pipe, a strong musky scent that could only be one thing, the old wolf's lust. Without thinking Becky reached for the sash of the robe she wore and she just untied it. She pulled her robe open slowly, keeping her thighs closed together to tease the wolf, letting him see just her soft belly and the outline of her cleavage, before she winked at him, and let the robe fall from her shoulders.

The old wolf marveled at those large breasts, watching as Becky reached up and gave them a squeeze. She looked into his eyes, lust flickering in hers as she slowly spread her thick thighs and let the old wolf see the warm honey pot that grizzly had waiting just for him. "You know... I still haven't thanked you for saving me yet, and I think we both know the best way I could do it."

Brophey chuckled, "I think I do dear... I think I do." He undid the strap buttons on his overalls, and he carefully stood up, making sure to carefully keep her leg elevated. His overalls slid off him and pooled at the floor at his feet before he stepped out of them. She licked her lips as her eyes traced down his thick body, going over his chest to his stomach where the grey hair ended for a moment, before it turned thick treasure trail that covered the bottom of his belly and went down to his crotch, then circling around his hard drooling cock and his massive light brown balls.

Becky rested back on her elbows, and she watched as that big fat wolf took hold of her other leg, before pulling her towards him. He lifted her up a bit, growling lustfully as he saw her little stub of a tail wag, and she saw her wet and glistening slot just inches away from his pointed tip.

"You ready?" He huffed.

"Yes!" Becky nearly squealed.

Brophey licked his lips, and with the skill that can only come with age, he moved his hips forward and he watched as his cock disappeared into her folds. He could feel that young warm tunnel squeezing down on him as the woman's face twisted into pleasure. He took a step forward, and tucked her legs against his sides, as he felt himself bottom out in her, his heavy balls resting against her stub as he just enjoyed the way she felt wrapped around her dick.

Becky laid back, her eyes held tightly shut as she gripped the bed tightly. She groaned, her legs squirming a bit as she felt herself trying to adjust to the girth inside of her. It seemed to fit inside of her perfectly. That old dog's cock felt like someone had just slipped the key to her pussy right into its slot.

Her blond hair fell against the bed as she laid her head back. The grizzly bear reached down and ran a hand across her body, "Oh, Brophey..." She groaned.

"I feel bad for saying this, but I sure am glad you fell down on my doorstep." He said with a playful snort, before he started to rock his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of that warm wet tunnel.

Becky moaned, and bit her lower lip. She reached up and grabbed ahold of her tits, squeezing them softly, "Oh yeah, that's a good girl, play with those tits while I make you moan." Brophey growled.

And with that, that old dog started to kick up the pace. His belly shook as he started to plow into the warm tight ready pussy in front of him, smoke rolled from his muzzle like steam as he fucked her like he was twenty years younger. His balls slapped against her young ass, his knot starting to slowly swell as it popped in and out of those smooth lips that gripped his cock.

Becky writhed beneath him, each and every stroke feeling better than the last. His cock felt so good as her juices made him glide in and out of her at any speed. She loved how strong he felt as he gripped at her calves, and how wonderful he was being as he made sure her ankle didn't shake even as his belly shook like Saint Nick's. "Gah! You are a beast!" She cried as she squeezed down around the wolf, getting a soft_woof_ to escape his lips.

"Mmm and you're an angel that fell right into my lap..." The wolf growled, "Now to make you heavy with my seed so you can't fly away." The wolf teased.

She could feel herself getting close, each thrust of that massive wolf's hips brought her one step closer to the edge. She opened her muzzle a bit closed her eyes, and she pressed her melon sized tits together, and she groaned as her hot warm slot began to pulse around that grandpa wolf's dick.

Brophey's face scrunched up, and a look of determination came across his face as he was a perfect gentleman and made sure to fuck that pretty lady through her orgasm, biting his pipe tightly between his teeth as that woman's pussy milked his dick for all it was worth. He grunted, and finally he couldn't hold back anymore. He gave a few more thrusts, being careful not to tie her, and then he started to shoot. Those light brown balls unloading inside of her. Wave after wave of his swimmers unloading into her hot slot as smoke rolled across his grey bushy beard.

He fell forward, being careful to keep her legs up, and he locked eyes with her for one soft moment. He let her unhurt leg fall, took out his pipe, and leaned in to give her one long deep kiss. The bear below him moaned, her arms reaching up to wrap around him and squeeze his girth into her soft supple body. He pulled back panting, and he grinned as he watched her blow smoke from her muzzle.

She sighed happily, "So was that a good enough thank you?"

Brophey leaned down and nuzzled her neck. "More than enough... in fact. I think it might just be enough to have me spend the week taking care of you while you rest that ankle of yours."

Becky smiled, her fingers gingerly running through the big wolf's chest hair. "Well... I am not due back for a week, but I would hate to be a mooch. I guess I'll just have to make sure I say thank you a few times this week." She said as she squeezed around the cock still lodged inside of her.

Brophey growled playfully, "Well, I think that sounds more than fair, Becky."

The old wolf leaned down and gave her one more soft kiss, and the bear could already feel him starting to stiffen up again for another nice long 'thank you'.

The End for now.