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"Don't bother druids," the bartender said when Kalina asked. "That's what I say. That lot doesn't like uninvited visitors."

But Kalina was impatient. All she needed was a herbal poultice. A druid could whip it up in minutes and she could head back to the gods-forsaken hovel that sent her to get it. It was one thing after another, running errands for these little villages. She wanted to get this one checked off the list, collect her reward and move on. She didn't have time to wait for some forest priest to show up in town.

"Tell me where this grove is," she said, and slid a few coins across the counter to the barkeep. He shrugged and told her.

Half an hour later, down a trail in the woods she wouldn't have known to look for were it not for the barkeep, Kalina the rogue found the entrance to the druid's grove.

KEEP OUT, the sign above the deer skull read. BY APPOINTMENT ONLY.

"Screw that," Kalina said, and headed past the sign.

The druid's grove was a dense mass of foliage. Thick undergrowth convinced her to stay on the trail and the tree branches interlaced overhead. The trail twisted and turned and she soon lost all sense of direction, but she couldn't get lost when there was only a single trail to followed.

Ahead a beam of light pierced the leafy gloom and at the wide spot in the trail was a sleeping bear.

It was a great shaggy thing whose bulky head alone must weigh almost as much as she did. A leather harness supported various amulets, pouches and beaded or feathered trinkets that might serve some magical purchase. Both of the bear's furry ears were adorned with earrings and two orange stripes started at its brow and ran back past its ears. Its fur was brownish-green where pollen settled on it as it slept. This was no normal bear, and the rogue knew what she was looking at.

"I have a small task for you, O Druid," Kalina said, and bowed as the sleepy bear blinked itself awake. "Just a poultice to make, and then I will leave you be."

The bear blinked at her blearily, grunted, and sat up against the tree. It was absolutely massive and loomed over her even sitting down. Standing up it would be at least nine feet tall and close to a thousand pounds of hairy shapechanger.

The harness the druid wore had rings and loops where additions could be attached. It probably wore saddlebags when it traveled in this form. Personally, Kalina would go where she had to go on two legs, but who was she to judge?

Ignoring her, the bear reached down a massive paw and scratched itself.

Himself. Kalina's eyes followed the paw down and saw a massive set of furry balls shift under its pawpads. A hairy ridge in its coarse belly fur swelled as the paw rubbed and a pink tip the size of her fist appeared. The bear grunted and looked at her, down at the pink tip, then back up at her.

"Ugh," Kalina thought to herself, but she needed that poultice if she was going to get this quest checked off the list. She would have words for the jackass village chief who told her the druid would be happy to help. Happy once his bear balls were empty, maybe.

Kalina set her bow down next to the druid's furry thigh and reached for the sheath. It had swollen so thick she couldn't get her fingers all the way around it but she gripped the tight hide wrapped around the druid's bear cock and dragged it up and down.

The druid let out an approving growl as she pumped him and before her eyes the bear's cock appeared. It was enormous, at least as thick as her ankle and the length of her forearm. There could be no thought of this monstrosity fitting into her body even if she were so inclined. If she sat in the bear's lap his tip would be in her lungs.

The sheath retracted into a wrinkly mass against the bear's massive balls and there was nothing for it but to grab his shaft. It was greasy with whatever bodily secretion lined the sheath and she gripped it as tightly as she could, stroking up and down the thick hard shaft.

Stroke after stroke the bear grumbled and growled, and droplets of thick milky fluid oozed out of his tip, but there was no sign of him finishing. He was enjoying himself, but it wasn't getting her the poultice. Kalina grimaced, lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his tip. One hand kept pumping up and down his shaft and she gripped his belly fur with the other to support herself. That was when it happened.

There was a violent twitch in the muscles beneath his belly fur and the bear let out a feral growl, both certain signs of a building orgasm. Before she could back off a huge paw came down on the back of her head and pushed.

No orifice she possessed could accommodate the bear's massive cock. Not unless enough force was applied. Kalina's mouth was forced wide open and tears sprang from her eyes as the pressure of the bear paw forced most of its cock down her throat. The bear let out a shuddering growl and rocked where he sat as thick ropes of hot bear cum spurted into her gullet.

Throat stretched painfully tight around bear cock and now pumped full of cum, Kalina tried to wriggle free. The paw on her nape was bigger than her entire head and held her firmly in place as the druid spent himself. Kalina gagged, struggled, and reluctantly swallowed. A glutenous wad of bear cum slid in one stuck-together mass down her throat and finally the grip of the paw slackened. Wet cock reappeared as she pulled back and Kalina coughed.

"Bastard," Kalina growled when her mouth was empty. She coughed and burped, tasting semen. Mistakes taste salty, it turned out. She could feel the bear's massive load sloshing back and forth in her stomach and almost threw it right back up on the balls it came out of.

His sheath began to unfurl and cover his cock as it shrank and in a fit of rage Kalina told the druid what she really thought about him.

"You useless, mire dwelling, back woods fuck. All I wanted was a few minutes of your time! I was willing to jack you off, you didn't have to shove your filthy bear cock down my throat!"

The bear, who had sat there since waking up, barely stirring a paw between blinking awake and shooting his wad down her throat, just sat there blinking at her. Then his huge bear paws reached out and stuffed her into his maw.

It was so sudden Kalina had no time to grab her bow. One moment she was venting her spleen at the horny druid and next there was the grip of paws and a sudden flash of fangs. A pink vista of tongue and wrinkly palate yawned wide and the bear simply shoved her in. The druid stuffed her to the breasts in his fanged maw, clamped down his jaws to hold her in place and dug his claws into her armor.

With an effortless tug of his claws the druid tore her armor away, leaving her naked in his grasp save for her shoulder plates and a few scraps of cloth that clung to her body. A paw cupped beneath her suddenly naked rump and pushed her into his maw.

"No, wait!" Kalina kicked and squirmed, but the paw was remorseless. Fangs scraped over her, adding to the oozing scratches his claws dug, and the push sent her slithering into the slimy depths of his gullet. Her hips were in his mouth and she felt the thick muscular bear tongue gathering itself against her pussy. Kalina was quite sure that it was not there to entertain her.

She was right. The bear druid swallowed and a great contraction of his throat muscles gripped her and carried her deeper. She hung head down in the slimy bear gullet, her frantically kicking legs the only thing left outside, and desperately tried to grab something, anything to stop her slide.

It was hopeless. The gullet coated her with a thick layer of lubricating slime as she slid in and her arms were trapped against her sides by the bear flesh pressing in from all sides. The size difference was just too great. A thousand pounds of bear tossed its muzzle upward and there was nothing left of her outside but her calves and shoeless feet.

"I didn't mean it," Kalina pled, all confidence and anger fled in the face of a trip down a bear's throat. She was the veteran of a hundred battles but without her bow, the other weapons she carried, or even her armor, she was just a lump of meat on her way to his stomach. She gagged as a pint of bear cum tried to come back up and just then he swallowed again.

The bear swallowed, bobbed his muzzle as a set of naked feet slipped into his mouth, and swallowed again. There was a heavy slither of prey moving through his gullet and it was over. The woman arrived in his stomach, squirming in a desperate effort to find a way out that didn't involve being digested.

There was a full foot of muscle and hide between the woman and the outside world. She could struggle and kick all she liked, but she wouldn't get out of his body and way she got in. The bear let out a satisfied belch, licked his chops, and paid no further attention to the twitching bulge in his middle.

Instead he scraped together Kalina's belongings with a paw and gathered the mass up in his mouth, bow sticking out both sides. Rolling forward onto all fours, he let out another burp as his belly drooped and the weight of his squirming meal forced out a bubble of air.

It wasn't the first time he swallowed his own cum. Flexible as any bear, he sometimes turned his muzzle south when he was in the mood and no one else was there to do it for him. It wasn't even the first time his stomach acids had to dissolve a whole human to get at the product of his balls. In his role as gatekeeper for the grove it happened from time to time.

He got a good deal out of the morning meeting, balls healthily emptied and belly healthily full. That it was a much worse deal for the woman wasn't his concern. He was, after all, just a bear.

The bear padded back up the trail Kalina traveled to get to him and stuck his paw into a hollow tree next to the deer skull. He scooped out a couple of wooden message tubes with a paw and added them to the collection carried in his mouth. Then he returned down the trail.

The seemingly simply single path through the grove was no such thing. If you knew where to look other trails were there, easily missed if you took even one step past them. Partly by memory and partly by following his own scent he followed the correct path and soon enough emerged in a bright grassy clearing. A series of rude wooden workbenches held an assortment of projects, a hammock was a convenient place to nap for someone much smaller than himself, and a campfire kept an iron cooking pot bubbling. Sat there stirring the pot was a middle aged woman in a green dress, her leafy staff standing next to her as though it had taken root.

The druid looked up from her cooking and smiled. "Good morning, Artur. Another unwelcome visitor, eh?" She took the bundle from his jaws and sorted Kalina's belongings. Some items were valuable, some not, and she gave the shredded clothing back to the bear. He promptly dropped them atop a pile of similar goods, the residue of twenty or more unwelcome grove visitors. People about to make a trip through his bowels needed no clothes and the accumulation made a fine soft bed for even a thousand pound bear.

The druid opened the message tubes, read the contents, nodded, and put a return message in each for Artu to carry back to the hollow tree. The senders of those message would be granted meetings.

Artur belched one last time as Kalina kicked, then was finally still in his guts. Full and smugly pleased with himself, he stretched out on his pile of clothing to nap. Later he would visit the midden, and the druid would poke through his droppings in case the rogue carried a magical ring or other valuables down his throat. That was the fate of those who showed up too full of themselves to wait for their meeting. They got their visit with the druid, but only after they were converted to fertilizer.

The druid's grove was much like an office, in a way. Request a meeting, ask politely or send a bribe, and you'd get an appointment. Try to bull your way in, and you had to go through the receptionist.