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Kit had been given another tour of the settlement and this time Dusty kept to his side the entire time, explaining various things. It had been a lot to take in at first but with time and patience, the human began to digest the info. Not only were there places to remember, Dusty had pointed out a few bears within the tribe and Kit did his best to be polite but found that most were rather outgoing and straightforward.

They all gathered to have dinner, a fresh catch brought in by some hunters. The meat was cooked and Kit was given a hearty portion that was too large for him. After eating as much as he could, the human offered the rest to another bear that asked for it ahead of time. They were grateful for the extra meat and Kit was glad to have already made a good impression.

The day dragged on and it soon became time for those not on night watch to retire for the night. Dusty and Kit had spent more time in the middle of the settlement, participating in stories that were told around the cooking fire that was left to linger. Kit was regaled with the recap of the latest hunt. The hunting group leader was clearly proud of himself, basking in all the attention. Kit was certainly pulled in and the storytelling bear often made eye contact with him.

Kit could imagine that it wasn’t very hard for the large bears to hunt. With how big they were, having large fangs and claws, they likely pounced onto anything they came across. But to the human’s surprise he learned that the bears did use weapons. True, they took the catch down with their bear claws, but it was first wounded by a well-aimed arrow strike beforehand.

”And that’s what led to today’s dinner,” Perch said, concluding the story. The brown bear held his head high as the other bears either clapped or raised their voice to praise him. Kit clapped as well and Perch had taken notice of this, giving the human a nod and smile. Another bear took the role as storyteller but Kit yawned and realized just how tired he was from his long day and its many events. Dusty chuckled and announced their leave. The two were waved off as the grizzly bear led the way back to his dwelling.

When back inside of the dwelling, Dusty and Kit stepped into the bedroom. It was very late and the darkness was eased by the bear lighting a candle, providing a small and soft source of light. The bear yawned as well and approached the bed. He noticed that Kit didn’t follow. Kit was looking around as if he was expecting something.

“Oh, I guess you don’t have a place to sleep,” Dusty realized. “You can share the bed with me, if that is okay with you.”

”Are you sure?” Kit asked. He wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to do so. Being here for less than a day, Kit felt like he was taking up space. Especially when he remembered Moss. There was no sign of the black bear but Kit had a good feeling that he was intruding on the ursine’s space.

“Of course,” Dusty said. He stepped aside and gestured for Kit to approach. “This bed is made for two anyways and you certainly won’t take up much room.”

Kit noted that the bed was large, but so was everything in the settlement. In fact, everything in the settlement was bear-sized. Meant for large hands and built incredibly sturdy to suppose their weight. He had to admire all of it but the human also found it all a bit daunting. Just by existing in a place like this, Kit was constantly reminded of how much smaller and weaker he was. It would have been easy for Dusty to look down on him but the grizzly had been nothing but kind to him, acting as a guide and source of kindness.

He got in the bed and found that it was very comfortable. With so much space, he was able to sprawl out and rest his tired body. Kit let out a sigh before noticing something. There was something that Kit noticed. He sniffed at the pillow his head laid on; it smelled of bear from how often it was laid on.

Dusty noticed Kit sniffing and chuckled awkwardly. “I suppose the bedding is due for a wash. You know smell is a very important thing to us bears. I’m not sure if you can tell quite yet, but everyone has their own scent.”

Dusty got into the bed and he began to sniff at Kit. At first his nose hovered in front of the other male. Dusty’s sniffing became louder and his nose pressed to Kit’s chest, moving back and forth along his bare skin. The smooth skin and puffs of warm breath tickled Kit somewhat and he reacted by squirming just a bit.

”Now I’m familiar with your smell,” Dusty said. “And it's rather nice.” The bear shifted closer to the human and Kit remained where he was, his view being taken up by the large brown furred body.

“You can sniff me if you want,” Dusty rolled onto his back and lifted up his arm.

Kit didn’t want to offend his friend. Dusty wasn’t that hard to smell. Upon getting close enough, the bear's scent would find its way to Kit’s nose. Deciding to return the favor, Kit eased himself in closer than ever before. His face was just short of being pushed into the pit. Sniffing from it directly, Kit’s senses were at first bombarded and overwhelmed by the unique odor. It was certainly strong, having deep hints of earth and plants. But there was something else there that Kit was able to faintly pick up on. Smelling him more, Kit found that the aroma wasn’t unpleasant. While no less powerful, the fragrance slowly turned into something he could process. He took the chance to become familiar with it but wasn’t sure if it would have the same use as it would for Dusty.

Kit realized that he had been sniffing deeper and for longer than he intended. With a blush on his face, the human pulled back and cleared his throat. But he could still easily smell the bear’s musk thanks to his arm still being up and his body being so close in general. The bed and blanket all smelled of bear and Kit grew more and more used to it.

The two shared the bed but kept some distance from each other. Their differences in size allowed them to have some significant room between them. Kit did manage to sleep and didn’t wake up until the sun began shining into the open hatch. He woke up to Dusty already bringing him something to eat. The grizzly told him that he would be out for a while, having things to do in the tribe. Kit was left behind to do whatever he felt like. Kit ate and went back to sleep, enjoying how comfortable the bed was compared to the forest’s floor.

Dusty still had scouting to do and though Kit was more or less embraced by the tribe, he couldn’t help but worry about the human. The other bears on watch reminded him of the task at hand and Dusty put his focus into surveying the land. He couldn’t be at Kit’s side all the time and told himself that this was a good opportunity for the human.

[i]Hopefully he can fend for himself[/i], Dusty thought. When looking at the human again he smiled and chuckled to himself. Kit had made it very clear that he was an adult but his size compelled the grizzly to see him otherwise. Dusty didn’t mean to offend or undermine the newcomer, but he just felt this urge to fawn over Kit. There was just so much about him. His unique species, appearance, lack of fur and claws… It was hard for Dusty to imagine Kit fending for himself in the same way that he and the other bears could.

He finished his survey and thankfully found nothing out of the ordinary. Looking over the place he found Kit had turned up nothing. There were no signs of other humans and the only scents he picked up on were the faint odors of Kit and himself. To signify his presence and the completion of the task, Dusty marked the area and began to head back to regroup with the other scouts.

“Nothing to report,” he confirmed.

“All good on my end,” another bear said.

”Same here…”

The others had nothing significant to report. After finding Kit, Dusty and the other scouts had hoped to find something unique but it was just the usual. The grizzly knew the chances of finding another human were low but there was a kind of excitement that came from the mere possibility. Kit didn’t know much about himself and Dusty was very curious about humans. There was only so much that Kit could tell him so he was hoping to learn more from someone else. That would just have to be a hope for the time being…

On the way back to see Kit again Dusty gathered some fruit to give to the human. From what he observed so far, his friend was most certainly an omnivore. Kit enjoyed the fruits that had been offered to him the last time and Dusty wanted to give him more. After picking some various fruits from the trees, the grizzly bear finally returned to the settlement, finding the place in a cleaner condition.

”Surprise,” Kit said. He was holding a broom in both hands and wielding it in a way one would a double handed weapon. It must have been heavy and awkward for him to hold and use properly. When looking around, Kit could see that the floors were free of the wood shavings and dust had been cleaned from various surfaces as well. “I didn’t have much to do so I decided to do some cleaning.”

Dusty was grateful but also felt guilty. “You didn’t have to spend the whole day here. There’s all kinds of things for you to do in the tribe and it would be best to spend your time there so you can get used to the place.”

The mood was lightened by the fruits that Dusty presented. Kit was certainly happy to have a reward for his hard work. And Dusty had learned that the entire place had been dusted and swept. The main area and the bedroom. Surfaces their dust brushed off and the floors were clean under his sandals, save for the new dirt that he tracked in…

Taking Dusty’s advice to heart, Kit would wake up early and venture out. Remembering what Dusty told him, the human explored the settlement himself. He found more places that weren’t mentioned before, such a tavern that wasn’t very populated during the day. A few bears were inside, being served meals and drinks. When eyes were on him Kit felt self-conscious but one of the bears called out to him.

”Ignore them. The regulars think they own the place.” A sloth bear was talking to the human in a friendly manner. “What brings you here?”

”Just looking around,” Kit revealed. “Trying to get used to the camp.”

“Well you’ve chosen a great place to start if you ask me,” the sloth bear said. “My brothers and I run this place. Things are pretty slow during the day but pick up when the day’s duties are over.” The bear continued to explain things about the establishment and even showed Kit the back room that had stoves and other cooking tools. The room was made of stone rather than wood like the front of the building to minimize any fire incidents.

“It's time like these that’s best for restocking,” the sloth bear said. “Both of my brothers joined the hunt to get some extra meat.” Excusing himself to check the stock, the sloth bear noticed they were low on fruits used to serve and make juices with.

When Kit realized this, he remembered what Dusty said and saw a chance to help out a fellow tribe member. “I could gather the fruits.”

”Oh, I couldn’t ask you to. I’m supposed to be giving you a tour not dumping my issues onto you. I can easily gather them myself.”

”It's not an issue. I know where the fruit trees are and I’m not doing anything at the moment,” Kit offered.

”Well, it would take some weight off my back. Alright. Here…” the sloth bear gave Kit a basket and told him to get plenty of different fruits.

Venturing out on his own, Kit passed by other bears while heading for the camp’s exit. There were two woven latches that he could hold onto, being able to carry it with both hands. It was easy since the container was empty but with how big it was Kit knew it would be more work to bring it back but he was determined to do a good job.

Some of the bears waved to him, showing more of the friendliness that had the day before. Kit felt a bit odd about it. He was so different and barely knew them. That didn’t stop them from being courteous and he waved back at them. He had never expected them to embrace him so quickly. Some part of Kit wanted to earn this favor and that’s what compelled him to take on the task of gathering fruit for the tavern-keeper.

Venturing just outside of the camp, Kit found the fruit trees and he placed the basket down. They were rather high up and it was assumed that the bears didn’t have much trouble picking them fresh from the tree. Lucky for him there was also a ladder propped up against one of the nearby regular trees. He grabbed it and heaved it over to the first fruit tree. It was a bit heavy but also tall enough to reach the fruits, built with very sturdy and thick wood that would definitely support his weight.

One by one he gathered the fruits from each of the trees. He made sure to get an equal amount and also made sure not to grab any fruits that weren’t ripe or damaged. Between the picking, dragging the ladder, and climbing the rungs, Kit was feeling a bit tired when the basket was full. As a courtesy, he placed the ladder when he first found it and collected the basket. It was much heavier than before but with some deep breaths and careful lifting, Kit was making his way back to the tavern.

The sloth bear was there and so were two others that Kit soon learned were his brothers. They were bigger than the first and looked older as well. The trio were surprised but very happy with Kit’s haul and took it upon themselves to carry it all into the back. Kit was offered a seat and meal. He was glad to have a meal and was hungrier than he realized. He complimented the bears on their cooking skills and they were clearly flattered.

“We can’t thank you enough for you. You went above and beyond. Don’t suppose you want to make this a habit?” the youngest sloth bear said with a chuckle. Kit laughed as well but admitted that he rather winded from the effort. He again thanked them for the meal and went on to explore the settlement some more. At this point in the day the bears were awake and going about their day.

Just like the day before, Kit couldn’t help but notice that some of the bears were wearing nothing at all, proudly displaying their sheath and balls for anyone passing by to see. He recalled Dusty’s words about the bears having a more open and casual view of things like this. While walking around he noticed more bears that wore nothing at all, and some were even engaging in public sexual acts. Leaning against a tree, a mountain bear was moaning while another black furred bear was sucking him off. Kit blushed at this and put his focus on something else.

Before Dusty returned Kit managed to help out another. He took it upon himself to clean up another hut that belonged to a much older bear. They were glad to have the help and Kit assured that it was no issue. He would continue to do this over the next few days, spending his free time helping out others and establishing bonds with him. Word of him spread and some came to Kit directly with tasks they needed completed. For his work they compensated him with various things, be it foods, clothing, and other things that Kit was grateful to have.

When Dusty wasn’t scouting, he joined Kit in helping out others. It was something he did beforehand and his bigger size was a great help. Working together, they got tasks done faster and Dusty knew some tricks to get done in an easier fashion, calling it the “bear way” of doing things. Kit was at first amused and found that some of these bear ways did serve him well. Other times doing it his own way brought better results. Since Kit had a smaller body and smaller hands to work with, this made him more useful than some of the more experienced bears, being able to wield things and reach things that nobody else in the tribe could. Doing these favors earned him better favor and Kit felt that he was earning his place among the bears.

There were still a few that weren't so ready to accept Kit and one of his biggest detractors was Moss. Every so often the black bear would come into the settlement and each time he would give the human a certain look. In return Kit gave the bear a look of his own. Moss would just scoff and roll his eyes but on this day he approached the human instead of just shrugging off the rebuttal.

“You’ve gotten pretty popular around here,” Moss said.

”I’m just helping out.”

”That’s all you're good for from the looks of it. Too small to fight or hunt. A little helper is the perfect role for you,” the black bear said, having a teasing and condescending tone of voice.

“I could learn if you would show me,” Kit said, taking the bigger male by surprise.

Moss blinked and his expression changed for a moment. But he scowled again while turning away his gaze. “I don’t train cubs. If you want to try your hand at it, go find Perch then.”

“Maybe I will,” Kit said, taking note of the information he was given. He was familiar with the brown bear, Perch. He had been on a few hunting parties and loved to tell stories about them.

Moss clearly wasn’t taking him seriously and he grabbed something from the dwelling before marching out again, glancing back at the human. For a second Kit thought he saw a smile on the chubbier bear’s face but Moss was already walking off, leaving Kit to wonder if it had just been his imagination. Either way, Kit had a new goal in mind. He was used to Moss looking down on him but the words said did strike a chord within the man. He wanted to prove that he could be more than a “little helper” not only to Moss but to himself as well.

He found Perch and told him about it and the brown bear laughed and patted Kit on the back. He was overjoyed to hear that the human wanted to be trained and told Kit to meet him at the camp’s entrance the very next day. Kit took the bear up on that and the next day he was meeting the brown bear bright and early. Perch was glad to see him and he had something with him. A wooden bow and a harness full of arrows. It was small for him but just the size for Kit and the human held it curiously when it was handed to him.

“I will make you a bear yet!” Perch declared. He then grabbed another bow that was bigger and Kit noticed that he was already wearing a harness that was stocked with bows.

”I wasn’t expecting this,” Kit admitted while putting on the harness. He asked about the bow and Perch explained that it was sized for younger bears in training but it was no less of a weapon.

The bear led the way and Kit followed. Perch used this time to talk of his own early days as a hunter and how he started out with the bow and arrow. In addition to regaling his own past, Perch gave Kit useful information about the weapon he would be wielding.

”This is not just training, but a trial. You and I will be staying out here in the wilderness. We shall hunt for our food and I will teach you how to survive,” Perch said. Kit was a bit put off by how intense the brown bear was becoming. Noticing this, Perch dialed it back and assured him that they weren’t far from camp and if things got dangerous he would protect the human.

They stopped when reaching a clearing and Kit found that makeshift wooden targets were already set up along with a large tent and a fire pit that had yet to be lit.

”Did you set this all up?” Kit asked.

”I sure did,” Perch said, proudly puffing out his chest. “I find the best way to teach is through example and experience. One can talk about the intricacies of drawing a bow and firing an arrow but skill only comes from actually using the weapon.”

Kit couldn’t argue with that. The training began and it was slow going at first. Perch demonstrated how to use the weapon, drawing the string taut and how to fire an arrow. Kit practiced this alongside him. At first he found it hard to draw the string back but by repeating the motion Kit was starting to get the hang of it. With that down, the next thing was to load and shoot the arrow. That was even harder…

Just as Perch said, they spent the entire day out there practicing. Perch went out to hunt something and he had Kit follow and keep himself quiet. He led by example, locating prey and shooting it with impressive accuracy. After being wounded, the bear went in for the kill, doing so with his claws. It was swift and merciful in a way, quickly ending the feral’s life. He heaved it up and over his shoulder, carrying it back to their training camp.

“You’ll soon be able to do that,” Perch assured as the meat was being roasted over the open flame. “Though you’ll likely need to use a blade in place of those…nails of yours.” Respecting the prey they hunted was another important thing. They were to be hunted and taken down in a timely manner that caused the least pain. They were living beings as well that didn’t deserve to be maimed or mutilated.

“You did that so…easily,” Kit said, mentally comparing his own skills to the bear’s.

”It wasn’t always so easy for me. Believe it or not, I was the worst among my peers. I had no skills, coordination, or talent when it came to hunting, at least that’s what others said.” Perch paused to take another bite. “But I never quit. I practiced more in secret and found ways to do what the other did, just in my own style. It turned out that I wasn’t exactly compatible with their way of doing things. I took up the bow and they at first laughed at my choice but it was I who got to laugh when I was scoring better than everyone else.”

Kit was intrigued by the brown bear’s story. From what he gathered about Perch beforehand, the ursine seemed to be naturally skilled. But that skill came from hard work and dedication. More than that, Perch started out in a similar position to himself. When their dinner was finished, Kit and Perch retired to the tent. The next morning he had a newfound determination and applied that towards his training.

To his surprise, Kit found that it was easier to use the bow than before. He could string the arrows without much trouble and when firing the arrow actually struck the wooden target. While not close to the center, it was a lot better than the day before.

”See? It's just as I said. You keep this up and you’ll be good enough to make everyone think you’re a natural,” Perch said. He gave more guidance and encouragement with a greater sense of enthusiasm.

Hours and a few more days passed. Doing nothing but practicing and using the bow, Kit’s skills were quickly increasing. Things that were daunting at first became easier to do with time. Perch also showed Kit how to maintain his bow and replace the string. He was also taught how to carve out his own crude arrows just in case he had no access to the ones that were crafted in the settlement. Even when Kit was able to aim and fire straight, the training continued.

”Smaller bears usually have to work harder. They have more to prove and I am treating you in the same fashion. You’ll have to be especially skilled to compensate for less strength and power.” Some time ago Kit would have felt slighted but Perch had pointed out the things that Kit could do. His smaller size and weight allowed him to hide and sneak easier than even the smallest bears.

Perch taught Kit all kinds of things, beyond just using the bow he was also taught how to move about with it. How to quickly reload an arrow just in case he missed or needed a second quick shot. Using the environment to his own advantage and which spots were best to aim for. It would have been too much to take in at once but Perch introduced each subject one by one. When Kit mastered an aspect of using the bow another introduced and performed until the human was able to do it without guidance.

As perch said earlier, Kit was also given a blade to compensate for the lack of claws. It was much easier to learn how to use. Working as both a weapon and tool, Kit learned how to carve his own arrows and other useful things. He soon learned why Dusty enjoyed woodcarving. If carved correctly, shaping arrows was slow work but it was also comforting and soothing, a good method of stress relief. It came in handy when there was something that Kit couldn’t get the hang of right away.

With both arrow and knife skills learned, Perch felt that it was time for a trial. “Now it is time to apply what you learned. We’ll be going on a real hunt now. You’ll get the catch and I’ll observe what you learned so far.”

Kit gathered his things and the two went out in search of a catch. Venturing into the forest, the human carefully navigated the forest, doing his best to keep quiet. Perch was right behind him, using his own skills to not interfere. He noted that Kit was doing very well, using his smaller size to his own advantage.

Keeping quiet, the pair hear some rustling up ahead. Keeping themselves down and peeking through the foliage, Kit had caught sight of a wild hog that was snuffling around in search of food.

”Dinner sighted. Now draw your bow,” Perch whispered.

Kit applied all that he learned and practiced over many days. Notching the arrow and keeling it drawn, Kit aimed for the hog. He had his eyes trained on the creature and adjusted his aim accordingly. With all of his practice, Kit was able to hold the once resistant string. The hog had stopped to dig into the earth and Kit saw his chance.

With his newfound instincts and muscle memory, Kit released the arrow. It sailed through the bush’s leaves and struck the intended target, penetrating the hog’s flesh. It squealed and began to run but Kit knew where to strike. Not only was the hog leaving behind tracks but it was already bleeding heavily. Following the track, they found the hog lying on his side.

Kit went in to finish the job with his blade and the creature was dead. As instructed, he took a moment to pay his respects. Perch patted him on the back and laughed triumphantly. “Superb! Just as I told you. Anyone would think you’re a natural.”

“Wow. I really did it,” Kit said, speaking his realization out loud. Most of his actions had been done without him thinking about it. All of his practice had brought out something within him. He had been focused and did everything Perch taught him.

”You did it perfectly! We’ll return to the settlement and throw a feast to celebrate!” Perch proclaimed.

The brown bear used his greater strength to pick up the large hog, hoisting it over his shoulder. Kit was over the moon by how well his first hunt went and he eagerly followed behind. Leaving the camp behind, the pair returned to the settlement. Upon seeing the large hog many became excited about the meal they would soon have but when Perch told of Kit being responsible for it the tribe became even more excited.

Word quickly spread of what Kit had done and many were impressed. Others found it hard to believe. Two bears feeling both ways found Kit and Perch in the middle of the settlement’s square. Dusty and Moss had heard as well. The grizzly and black bear ogled the large catch and then looked at Kit. He was still holding his bow and wearing the harness that carried his knife and arrows.

“He caught that?” Moss asked, not even trying to mask his disbelief.

”He sure did,” Perch said, not being phased by the other bear’s disposition. “With time and effort I’ve turned him into a proper hunter.”

The feast was thrown in Kit’s honor and he enjoyed himself. Having prime meats and fruit to eat, Kit was also treated to entertainment provided by other tribe members. They feasted and celebrated long into the night and Kit was very tired when the bears began to disperse. Dusty was there, glad to have the human back. He admitted to worrying about the human while he was gone.

”I trust Perch but he can be a bit…intense at times,” Dusty said, looking around to make sure the brown bear wasn’t within earshot. He then took a better look at Kit. “Hmm. You look a bit different. A bit stronger.”

Kit hadn’t noticed until now, being too focused on mastering his use of the bow. He had an average human male physique before but now it was a bit more toned. The practice hadn’t just paid off in the form of greater skills but his body had gotten into better shape as well. Putting that aside to worry about later, the human followed Dusty back to the hut and they both retired to the bedroom. Kit put down his weapons and gear and was all too happy to lie down on the soft bed instead of the hard cot that the tent had.

Kit had gone back to doing small tasks in the settlement, finding that he had a slightly easier time. He kept practicing with his bow to keep his skills sharp but hadn’t been able to use those skills so far. But that time would come one morning. Dusty wasn’t tasked with scouting duty so Moss had come to ask the other bear if he wanted to join a hunting party.

”I’ll come too.” Kit inserted himself and Moss was quick to voice his disapproval.

“You can stay and keep the house clean, pet.” The bear was already turning to leave but Dusty spoke up.

“Moss! Let Kit come. He’s proven himself already and we could use his talent,” Dusty said. The bear scratched the back of his head, not wanting to mention his lesser skills when it came to hunting.

The black bear looked at the other bear then the human. Growling and groaning, Moss tilted his head back and caved. “Fine. But don’t expect us to cradle you. You’d better make yourself useful.”

Kit gathered his hunting equipment and joined the two, venturing out to the camp entrance where another bear was waiting. He was a polar bear and when up close Kit marveled at his scale. Dusty was taller than Moss, but this white furred bear was bigger than them both. Moss’ body looked soft but it was clearly strong. Dusty had a mix of muscle and softness but this polar bear was sheer bulk, having broad pecs and even a six pack that showed through his snow white pelt.

Moss introduced him as Largo and made it clear that the polar bear didn’t talk much. Largo wore very little like the others but in the place of a loincloth, he had a leather strap jock attached to him. It was snug around his large waist and the pouch did well to cover his loins completely but the bulges of his balls and sheath weren’t hard to notice.

After the introductions the group went out into the forest. Largo was leading the way, having a spear in his company. Moss and Dusty were unequipped but had claws and fangs to get the job done. It seemed that bringing a weapon was more of a choice than a necessity for the bears. They walked for some time, first heading down the beaten path but at one point they broke away from it and ducked into the overgrowth, doing their best to travel quietly.

After about an hour of wandering they took a small break. Kit was a bit tired and it showed.

”Problem?” Moss asked.

”No. We’ve just been walking for a while,” Kit pointed out.

”That’s because we’re searching for a big hunt. Not like that scrawny hog you caught,” Moss revealed with a chuckle. “And they live deep in these woods. You may have learned how to fire an arrow but you’re clearly still inexperienced.”

Kit could feel his annoyance rising but he knew better than to respond. He didn’t feel like leading the bear into a back-and-forth for the umpteenth time. Moss had been looking at him expectantly but then huffed when the human said nothing more. The black bear’s expression changed and he got closer to Kit, but didn’t face him. Instead he was facing the tree that Kit stood close to.

Standing in front of the tree, Moss pulled his loincloth to the side. His balls and sheath were clear to see. Kit would have been more fazed by this but he had gotten used to the sight. Given how long he had been in the tribe and how many bears he interacted with, Kit wasn’t entirely thrown off by casual bear nudity.

There was something new this time. He noticed Moss’s cock sliding out from the sheath. He had seen bears fully erect but this was the first time he was able to observe the flesh coming out of its hold in real time. The tip was thick and pointed, having a sort of flat top. The rest of it was cylindrical, getting thicker towards the sheath. Being dark pink in color, the flesh twitched a bit and even glistened in the sunlight that reached the forest floor.

Being completely exposed to the open forest air, Moss’s length twitched a bit. The black bear gripped it and aimed the tip at the tree. He made a few grunting sounds and let out a sigh. A stream of urine came flowing out from the opening, loudly splashing and trickling down the bark. Kit couldn’t help but stare, being unable to pull his eyes away from the scene in front of him. The fluid came out in a thick line. He could see it so clearly by being so close to the bear and the tree. He could have easily moved but was just stuck in place for some reason. Saying nothing, Kit just kept his eyes on the pink bear cock that continued to release slightly yellow waste.

Moss was relishing the attention. While still holding his length steady, the chubby bear smirked and the stream grew even stronger, sounding even louder as the wet spot on the bark grew even bigger. Kit did manage to look at Dusty and Largo. The other bears remained where they were but they were giving the human a certain look. Moss continued to mark the tree and his scent was starting to spread. Kit was able to pick up on it, grimacing a bit from the smell of it. Moss let out another breath as he finished. While shaking off his tip, the rest of his cock was retreating into the sheath again.

”Alright. Breaks over,” Moss said. His loincloth was back over his loins and he turned around, walking away with the other bears in a casual manner. Kit lingered at the spot, looking down at the wet bark and the now damp dirt just in front of the tree. Some of the urine was still sliding downward, reaching the forest floor where it would be soaked up. Realizing that he was being left behind, Kit picked up the pace to regroup with them. Moss gave him another look and Kit blushed for some reason.

Kit knew that the black bear was just trying to mess with him but he wouldn’t be shaken up by what had to be some kind of intimidation tactic. After taking a deep breath the human put all of his focus on the hunt. He didn’t need Moss’ approval to tag along anyways. Perch showed him that being a human came with its own advantages and was going to show them.

The chance came sooner than expected. After wandering through the denser part of the forest for less than 10 minutes, they came upon a small clearing. There was more space between the trees and the bushes thinned out as well, giving the party a clear view of the creature that was quietly grazing. All alone was a large stag, both tall and young looking. Its fur was heavy and the Kit noticed the muscles in its legs, promising strength but also a good meal if they managed to catch it.

”Finally…” Moss hissed. Speaking in a hushed voice he directed Largo and Dusty. After nodding, the polar and grizzly bear quietly moved about, taking their own places. Hunter moved away as well. He hadn’t said anything to the human, simply shuffling away, not making any noise. Kit had to be impressed yet again by how gracefully these large mammals moved about. Knowing that Moss was still messing with him, trying to keep him out of the hunt.

Knowing that he could play a role, he slowly crept away and found a place of his own. He found a good spot, ducking behind a tree stump. Keeping himself low and quiet, the man slowly drew his bow and had it aimed at the still grazing stag. He wouldn’t act just yet. The bears clearly had something planned, likely a usual formation and plan of attack.

Just as he suspected, Moss was the first to leap out of hiding. He had lunged for the stag from behind but he got tripped up. Somehow his leg was tangled up in overgrown ivy. He missed the mark by a lot, groaning and falling to the ground with a hard thud. The stag was quick to stand fully upright and took some quick steps forward but was cut off by Largo. The polar bear made his own attempt, throwing himself at the large creature. His claws were quick to dig into the flesh and his teeth were going for the throat.

Knowing that the hunt hadn’t gone the way they planned, Kit adjusted his aim and fired an arrow, striking the stag in one of his hindlegs. It groaned and that leg was quick to buckle. That and Largo’s actions caused the horned creature to fall over. Largo lost his hold on the creature but he wasn’t going anywhere. Dusty had come to help and Moss had gotten himself untangled, growling and huffing as he stood over the stag that had been finished up.

”Not our cleanest. But it could have gone much worse,” Dusty pointed out. “And that’s thanks to you, Kit.”

”Seriously?” Moss asked.

”And Largo too,” Dusty said, correcting himself. “If its leg hadn’t been taken out it might have gotten away.”

”Or it would have bled out from what Largo did and we would have found it then and finished it off,” Moss proposed, crossing his arms. Kit stood by saying nothing. He appreciated Dusty’s acknowledgement and wasn’t bothered by Moss’ attitude. It was actually pretty amusing, despite the successful hunt the black bear was still upset. The way he acted was very childlike and something about that made Kit grin.

The bears hauled the big catch back to the settlement and they were met with praise. When retelling the story, Dusty made sure to include Kit’s contribution and also left out Moss’ entanglement, sparing the other ursine any embarrassment. The mood had lightened after a good meal. Moss wasn’t grumbling anymore but he still wouldn’t even talk to Kit.

“Don’t worry about him,” Dusty assured when they were walking side by side again. “He’s just in one of his moods again.”

Kit took that for what it was and put the other bear out of his mind. Doing that, his focus was completely on Dusty. He got in close, pressing himself against the bear’s side. The bear was carrying his hunting gear and that kept his arm raised a bit. This made it easy for the man to inhale Dusty’s musk. At this point it was familiar to him and he only enjoyed it. But after the hunt and helping carry the catch back to camp, Kit noticed that the grizzly was particularly musky.

Dusty was aware of Kit sniffing him and he blushed. “I think it's about time I get cleaned up.”

”Yeah, me too.” The human was aware of his own need of a cleaning. Not only from sweat from the hunt but also the general dirt that came from traversing the forest and carrying out tasks. They stopped to drop off their things and Dusty then led the way through the forest. At this time of day, the sun had gone an hour ago and the forest looked completely different at night. Without his gear, Kit kept himself pressed close to Dusty.

The bear kept himself aware of his surroundings. They were going down the beaten path and it was a safe way to traverse. So many bears had walked down it that their scent hung heavy in the air even with them all back in camp. This kept most wildlife away. If he had been on his own, the grizzly would have walked along the path without a single care or worry. There was something different this time. Having Kit along did make him worry somewhat. He knew that the other male could fend for himself but having the human so close to him brought comfort.

With the forest shrouded in the dark of night and lightly bathed moonlight, things were unfamiliar at first. Time passing and more steps taken brought more ease to the human and he was able to notice that they were heading towards the river where he was first found by Dusty. The lack of sun may have made things look off and eerie but it was still the same place.

They came to the riverside. Stepping out of the dense forest area, Kit looked around. The water was moving smoothly as it usually did, making small trickle and babbling sounds. Finding the noise calming, Kit felt the last of his worries ebb away. The moonlight shimmered on the water’s surface. Having left the darkness and clutter of foliage behind, Kit felt much better with this setting’s openness along with the added comfort of simply watching the water flow by.

“Well…” Dusty said. He cleared his throat and slipped out of his sandals. While other tribe members had no qualms with showing themselves off to the human, Dusty had yet to expose himself, at least fully. From his perspective, a bit of his loins showing when he bent over or moved suddenly was quite different when compared to willingly taking his loincloth off, completely exposing himself to the nearby human. Just the thought was making him blush. It was such an easy thing for him to do and yet…

Kit knew the bear was feeling shy. So he took it upon himself to take off his own clothes. Stripping down completely, he stepped forward and stood before the grizzly. “Would you like to join me, Dusty?”

The brown furred bear stammered but found the courage to take off his loincloth, doing it with a quickness. It was then that Kit finally got to see the plump sheath and balls that were usually hidden from view for the most part. The fur color was the same as the rest of his body. Being naked together had helped the bear get over his embarrassment and together they stepped into the water.

To the human’s surprise, the river’s water wasn’t cold. It was slightly warm and the churned riverbank earth felt good under his bare feet. He hummed as he waded into the water. Dusty led him further out. The ground was getting lower and that led to the river’s water getting higher. Stopping just before waist level for Kit, the two finally faced each other.

They began to bathe. Kit followed the bear’s lead. He found it easier, having smooth skin rather than Dusty. But the human found amusement in the state of his friend’s pelt, watching it become wet and matted. Being unable to withhold his laughter, the bear smirked and shook his body, flinging droplets all over the groaning human.

“Aright, alright! Truce!” Kit protested. He and Dusty laughed together and the bear then cleared his throat again.

”You were impressive back there. During the hunt, I mean.”

”Thanks. Largo isn’t much of a talker but he was pretty brave to take on that stag by himself,” Kit pointed out.

”Not like me,” the bear said. “When I saw Moss trip and fall… I should have rushed in and joined Largo, but…I froze back there.”

”Hey…” Kit soothed, hearing the disappointed tone in his friend's voice. He stepped closer to Dusty and raised his hands. The bear lowered himself and felt the human’s hands caressing his muzzle, gently petting it. “That’s okay. Things didn’t go the way you planned. That's a good reason to freeze up.”

”It's not just that. I always freeze up during hunts…” Dusty revealed. “I’m just not good at it.”

“I don’t mind that. You’re a great scout, right? You managed to find me. And besides I think it's…charming. You may be a big hulk but you’re also a lover, not a fighter.”

”I wouldn’t call myself a ‘hulk,’ but I do like the sound of ‘lover.’ I suppose it does suit me…” Dusty said with a chuckle.

“Oh really? How much?” Kit asked curiously. His hands trailed downwards, running over the wet fur of Dusty’s neck. Then he reached the chest. Though soaked, the larger male’s body was still warm. Pressing his hands in place and keeping them there, he felt the large chest steadily rising and falling. Leaning his own wet body closer, the human could also hear the soft sounds of breathing.

”You’re so big. Everything about you bears is so large. I gotta admit that I found it a bit scary at first. But it's honestly exciting… Just watching you guys move, sometimes like you guys weigh less than me. I wonder what it's like.”

”I wonder what it's like to be you. So small and with so little fur. You move smoothly too. And you don’t make that much noise either. Sometimes I have to be really aware of myself so I don't accidentally bump into something. And it's so much easier for you to stay out of sight, like you had with that stump.” As Kit had done, Dusty gingerly placed his hands on the human’s bare skin.

He caressed Kit’s face and then copied the smaller male’s actions. Running down the shoulders and feeling his chest, Dusty stopped to also feel the simple rising and falling of Kit’s chest.

The mood between them was changing. They could both feel it. Their hearts pounding and their faces heating up.

“Being smaller has its advantages I guess. I just can’t help but compare myself sometimes. I’m glad that my bow training was useful but I can’t help but feel like your claws or teeth would do a better job.”

”Hunting is hunting. At least that’s the way I see it. And our way is the messier kind. I don’t really like the dirtiness of it all,” Dusty admitted.

“So, does that mean you don’t like to get [i]dirty[/i]?” Kit asked.

“Hehe. I’m a scout and an amateur woodcarver. I guess I like the quieter things. My father was actually one of the best hunters. He liked to get dirty. Bringing kills back home and butchering them on the table. I suppose it's in our blood but I just don’t have it in me.”

”In our blood?” Kit repeated.

“The blood of this tribe. Or the blood I share with my father. I sometimes wonder if I took the wrong path. My father and my tribe accepted my choice to become a scout but I wonder if they expected…more out of me.”

Kit’s hand was on Dusty’s face again, gently stroking the wet fur. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are. You’re so strong but also gentle. Caring. And adorable.”

”A-adorable?” Dusty repeated.

”Yeah,” Kit said with a chuckle. “I remember how excited you were to show me around the camp. Pointing out every little thing and telling me all about them. “

”Thank you,” Dusty said. He found comfort in venting frustrations that he feared his other tribe mates wouldn’t understand. Every bear was free to choose any role they wanted but it was generally expected that sons would take on the role of their fathers. Be they tailors, tavern-keepers, butchers, weaponsmiths, hunters, or anything else. It was a great source of pride to carry on the legacy of those who came before you, to take up their tools or weapons. And in time you would foster the next generation and have them carry on your legacy as well.

Kit couldn’t say much about his own legacy. He still couldn’t recall anything about his past. Nothing before waking up in the forest. It should have been frustrating but Kit was oddly unconcerned about who or what he was before. The human had been living in the tribe for a while now. He was known and had a reputation. There were many things that Kit couldn’t explain but being in the tribe and playing his part just felt…right. Being here with Dusty felt right as well.

“Dusty.”

”Yes?”

”I like you, Dusty. And maybe I’m overstepping but. We’re out here all by ourselves. We’re completely nude and…and…”

”And you want me?” the bear finished.

”So much,” Kit said. He was unable to hide his need. It was more than just them being out and nude together. Their bond led to something deeper. Beyond just carnal lust, Kit wanted to be close to Dusty. To be as close as he possibly could. He had gotten used to the sight of bear junk at this point but there was something about the grizzly’s loins that made his own chest flutter. Heat washed over his body and a tingle ran up his spine.

Dusty felt something take over within him. His body was acting before he could even think about it. Wrapping his arms around the human and pulling him in close, the bear felt the human’s body against his own. Standing at his full height, Kit only reached up to his chest. He could feel the hold being embraced. A pleasant sound came from the human and his hands were back to rubbing the ursine’s body, caressing the thick chest fur before moving down to the upper belly.

“K-Kit..”

”Dusty I…”

With his voice being so soft, Dusty leaned down to hear better. It was then that Kit raised himself up, standing on his tiptoes. He pressed his lips to the bear’s. Wrapping his arms around the thick neck, Kit was just short of being lifted out of the water entirely. His feet were pulled from the river’s floor and Dusty’s hold on him persisted.

Something was roused within Dusty. The kiss was returned; Dusty’s tongue was quick to slide into the human’s mouth. It took up a lot of space but Kit moaned around it. He felt the hot and wet thing slide in. As Dusty tasted him, he could taste the bear. Hearing the human’s moans roused the bear further his tongue began to move.

Kit let him take control. In addition to tasting the bear, he could feel his own lust rising. His need for Dusty and want to take their bond to the next level. Dusty was feeling a sense of need as well. There was something more he felt about the human that he once found lost, alone, and confused. They had gotten to know each other and though Kit was still without his past memories, he was overjoyed to know that Kit liked him in a way that went beyond just tribe mates.

The kiss ended and Kit was put back down. Having his face on the soft chest, being filled with arousal and desire, Kit let himself be guided. Even after cleaning himself, Dusty’s scent was still there. And though not as strong, there was still an enticing musk that came from his underarm. Being unable to resist, Kit fit himself under the large arm. He was just tall enough to sniff from it directly. There was no shame or restraint in breathing deeply. The smell of bear caused him to moan again. His cock was instantly hard and throbbing. Wanting more, Kit continued to indulge himself.

Dusty let Kit have his fill, keep his arm raised. Hearing those moans and feeling the warm breaths led to ripples running down his spine. A low noise came from him, not the kind that he would usually make. Even if he wasn’t much of a hunter, Dusty was still a bear and could succumb to his own natural inclinations and urges.

Things were taken a step further by the feeling of Kit’s tongue sweeping along the pit. He moaned again from the combined taste and smell. It was light and non offending, but still enough for Kit to savor. And licking in a slow, sensual manner led to their lusts climbing higher. Their different species were clear enough to see but Kit was surprisingly bear-like. Acting much like them and now he was indulging in the scent of another. As the licking continued, Dusty could feel himself getting aroused more and more. Feeling the tongue getting deeper in there and the wetness of water being replaced with saliva…when it came to an end, the grizzly was all riled up.

“I need you, Kit. Right now.” There was something different about Dusty’s voice. It was deeper and rougher, having a possessive edge that was further corroborated by the hold getting tighter. He was behind Kit, making light growling sounds as he leaned down. His warm fur rubbed against the human’s face and some slow licks were given to Kit’s neck. The contact was more than enough to make Kit shudder and moan out.

Having his back to Dusty’s front, Kit felt the warmth and softness of the bear’s pelt. His upper half was starting to dry some but he was still wet overall. The smell of wet bear was oddly appealing and Kit leaned in further, knowing that Dusty was more than strong enough to hold him up. He could feel something rubbing against the back of his leg. Dusty’s body began to rock and Kit blushed. Without directly seeing it, the human knew that the bear’s maleness had slid free from its sheath and now it was being rubbed against his smooth skin.

“Dusty. I want you too. I’m ready if you are.”

Even though he wanted Kit so badly, Dusty felt his nerves flaring again. His length was fully out of its hold, a bit of pre was already coming from the tip. Being reminded of their size difference, the grizzly knew there had to be some preparation before getting to the good stuff.

One of his hands trailed down to the human’s furless backside. A finger was gently pushed in between the cheeks, making contact with the hole just past them. The touch made Kit jump a bit but he made another sound of approval. Slowly and carefully, the finger was pushed inside. Kit groaned as it was already reaching deep into him. The brown ursine’s finger was thick and he could feel himself being spread as it sunk further.

“Is it too much?” Dusty asked, his possessive tone had fallen away.

Kit couldn’t help but smile. [i]Always so caring and sweet,[/i] he thought. “It's good…”

“G-good.” The finger had been fully inserted. Still done slowly, the digit was twisted and made a series of swirling motions. The “circle” he drew spread out a bit further with each rotation. Even without proper lubrication, Dusty seemed to know what to do. Kit was feeling more pleasure than discomfort, evident by his continued moaning. When that finger came free, Kit felt the effects of Dusty’s actions. His passage and hole felt expanded, left winking for more.

He didn’t see what Dusty did next but the finger had come back, pressing to his rim before sinking it. This time time it was wet. Not wet with river water but slathered in thick bear saliva from being meticulously sucked on. When it was pushed back in, Kit could already feel the saliva being smeared. Dusty pumped the finger back and forth, further exploring the soft insides. He could feel Kit clenching down on it and his moans had gotten even louder; squirming in the grizzly’s hold, Kit was struck by how good it felt, especially when the finger was pressed forwards.

This was kept up until Kit’s hole was completely lubed on all sides. During the fingering, Kit had been moaning softly the entire time. Feeling his own cock throbbing harder than ever. Dusty had been going slow and this brought a limited amount of pleasure. Even when he felt extra tender spots being touched, the human couldn’t help wanting more.

“Okay, I think it's time,” Dusty said, pulling his finger free. “Come on.”

Being lifted out of the water wasn’t what Kit expected but he followed the bear out of the stream. Walking up the soft earth of the bank, they stopped again in the grass. Kit was placed down on the bed of green. Looking into the bear’s eyes made his chest swell. Knowing what was coming, he turned over, showing off his backside. Getting on his hands and knees and raising his rump, Kit presented himself to the bear, hearing a low huff behind him.

Dusty was instantly entranced by the sight, looking upon his friend with a look of lust in his eyes. He got down low behind Kit, placing his hand on the furless rear. Excitedly, he spread the mounds and prodded the already wet hole with the tip of his cock. “Just let me know if it's too much…” Dusty took a deep breath and inserted himself with the same speed and ease that his finger had. A groan came from Kit, feeling his hole being spread even further by the tip. His thicker and flatter cockhead brought a jolt when it slid it. Thankfully the entry was simple.

From there, Kit was tasked with taking the rest of Dusty’s cock, feeling it being pushed in as well. The bear huffed again, feeling how tight Kit was. He had to fight the urge to suddenly thrust forwards. Keeping himself under control, the grizzly continued to slide his length in, watching Kit from behind to see how he was reacting. More moans and some squirms but he found no sounds or signs of pain.

As more slid in, Kit’s groans grew louder. It was pulsing, hot, and leaking inside of him. The added lubrication allowed Dusty to finally thrust. It was soft and short but it had pushed more of his cock with a suddenness that made Kit jump.

”Oh, Dusty…”

Feeling his own chest swell, the bear growled and finally reached his hilt. All of his cock was inside of Kit, being squeezed and milked of more precum. While kneading the soft cheeks in his grip, Dusty eased his hips back, pulling his cock with it. Kit reacted and then cried out when it was shoved back in again. The two felt the pleasure take hold. Dusty repeated this, slowly pulling back some and then pushing it all back in again.

“How does it feel?”

”S-so good… Oh, you’re so big…”

“Just relax and let me lead.” With his mind hazing with lust and instincts kicking in, Dusty regained the confidence to fully take control. They both wanted this and he wouldn’t deny himself or Kit. He leaned himself forwards, outstretching his hands to plant firmly on the grass. Having his stomach to Kit’s back again, he looked much like one of his feral cousins. Kit could now feel the bear’s breath on the side of his face and could hear the lust that laced Dusty’s pants. For a second he wondered if this was still the soft spoken and gentle bear he had been just talking to a few minutes ago.

That’s when it really began.

Kit thought they were already having sex; being already stretched further and touched deep by the previous thrusts. But what came next was on another level entirely. Dusty put more power and focus into his hips. Without much effort on his part, he was already rocking them back and forth. Humping at a controlled pace that was faster than before but not overwhelming for Kit. The hot flesh was felt going in and out, spilling more precum into him. Dusty’s noises grew even deeper and the rumbling of his chest sent vibrations through his smaller body as well.

They both received a greater sense of pleasure from this. Kit couldn’t keep his voice down. Being rocked back and forth, his hands were firmly planted to the ground. The fur of Dusty’s belly was rubbing on his back as well, bringing its own enjoyable feeling. The bear’s face was next to his own, being pressed close. At first Dusty was nuzzling but he soon got lost in the pleasure, grunting and snarling from what he felt. Seeing it up close, Kit got to see Dusty’s “untamed” side and it was exhilarating in its own right.

It had been hard for Dusty to keep his usual composure after picking up the pace. Kit was still so tight around him. The simple motions of his hips felt so good: his hands were pressed to the grass as well, claws digging into the blades and dark earth. Even while in the thralls of passion, the grizzly was aware of his size and weight. He used enough to keep Kit in place but not enough to start smothering or crushing him.

“D-Dusty?”

“Yes, Kit?”

”Y-you can go faster, if y-you want…”

The offer was taken up almost right away. Dusty was already balls deep inside of the human but his faster and harder ruts led to them actually smacking into Kit’s backside. More weight was put down but the bear was still aware of himself. More growls came from him and he kept his fangs bared. Moving his back half with that same smoothness, his cock was going in deep before being tugged back. These motions came one after the other. Dusty’s own rump was rising and sinking non-stop as he continued to pound into the human.

Koda found it hard for him to form words but he did manage to say Dusty’s name a few times and this brought more out of the bear. He wasn’t sure what the average size among the tribe males was, but Dusty brought so much pleasure. His passage was kept spread in a satisfying well and his length reached in deep enough to touch those extra sensitive spots. With proper measures taken he wasn’t too much to take and even while rutting him forcefully, Kit felt more pain than anything else. His mind was actively melting and yet even more pleasure was being forced into him.

His cock was rock hard and had been leaking heavily ever since he was fingered. The grass under him was already marked and streaked with several strings of clear fluid. Even without touching himself, Kit could feel things happening to him. With more strikes to those sweet spots, his length was throbbing harder and more precum would come out. As the sex continued, those feelings became more intense, getting closer to his climax without any direct external stimulation.

Kit managed to hold on but when Dusty thrust even harder, doing so on his own volition, he lost the little control he had. Everything then came to a head. The sounds in his ears, the smells and musk of sex, and the bear’s body interacting with his own: Dusty’s belly rubbing more of his scent all over his back, and those larger and heavier bear balls smacking into his own.

Being unable to voice it, Kit just cried out. A long winded moan came out of him as he spilled his load. His untouched cock was bouncing and pulsing harder than ever. Streams of thicker and stickier fluid had come rushing out from his tip and the grass was painted even more. Leaving his mark on the earth, Kit continued to moan out as was still being rutted while shooting his load. These factors made his climax much stronger than usual and it lasted longer as well. When it came to an end, he was still panting and trembling thanks to Dusty still going strong.

Dusty had heard Kit’s louder moan but it was the added tightness around his cock that really told him. And then the smell of Kit’s mark reached his nose. This and the pleasure from the tighter hole was too much for him to endure for much longer.

“Here it comes! I’m gonna mate you so hard and breed you so deep!” Dusty said, growling and snarling the entire time.

Kit could only brace himself. In his current position, he couldn’t see what the bear was doing. But he felt more weight come down and the humps were still coming, pushing that now hot and slick cock so deep into him. Announcing his climax, the bear bellowed deeply. The sound echoed out somewhat, enough to disturb some birds that were nested on the branches of nearby trees.

His swinging balls finally drew up. A higher sense of pleasure overtook the grizzly as seed was rushing from those fur covered orbs. Waves of climatic ecstasy was all he felt. And with every hard pulse of his cock, a heavy dosage of grizzly bear cum came shooting out. And Kit was the one on the receiving end of it. Feeling the shaft swelling and throbbing much harder than before, Kit knew what was coming next but was unprepared for the first gushes of bear spunk. It was hot, thick, and was quick to coat the walls of his insides. Kit was back to moaning as more fat jets of seed came rushing out, further filling up his rump. Dusty would hump a bit in time with his cock spurting and Kit felt himself being filled beyond what he expected, feeling the mess starting to leak down his own balls, bathing them in that same heat and stickiness.

Even with his lesser sense of smell, Kit could easily smell the added scent of bear that came from their rutting and the addition of Dusty’s potent mark. His own body was still trembling. The flow of seed had stopped but that still felt the human feeling overfilled. At least he knew what to expect for the next time…

Dusty had pulled out and was quick to roll over. Flopping onto his back, a thick string of cum was flung from his tip. Still being erect his messy cock stood up between his spread legs. Panting heavily and wiping the drool from his chin, Dusty looked at the human with an expression of satisfaction on his face. Kit was leaking heavily from the whole ordeal after getting that under control he laid down next to the grizzly.

”So, how was that?” Dusty asked awkwardly.

”It was messy and a bit rough…I loved it,” Kit said, laughing as he saw the expressions on the bear’s face going back and forth. “You were great, Dusty. It was better than I could have expected.”

“Great. I was worried for a second. Just give a minute and we can pick up again.”

“Pick up what?” Kit asked.

Dusty then chuckled in a way that Kit never heard. “Well, I was hoping that we could do more. I don’t fancy the idea of going back to camp with all of this hanging out.”

“Then give me a minute as well,” Kit groaned, feeling more bear mess leaking out of him. “I suppose you’re trying to breed me until I’m pregnant?”

”That’s not something that can happen to human males, is it?!” Dusty asked with urgency.

”Of course not,” Kit responded, being surprised then amused. “I was just assuming. You said some stuff about wanting to breed me and make me your mate.”

“Oh…oh, right. Hehe, I often say things when I’m…y’know…” Dusty explained.

“So does that mean, you don’t want to be-”

”I would! That would be very nice. I guess you could say I have developed some feelings for you,” Dusty admitted.

”I feel the same way,” Kit admitted. “I’m not sure if it's love, but I hope we can do something like this again soon.”

”Sooner than you think,” the bear said with a smirk on his face.

Kit and Dusty spent longer than intended out there. On top of their first round, Dusty was rutting into the human again, this time with Kit lying on his back so they could look into each other’s eyes and even kiss. Kit’s moans kept Dusty riled up and after some gradually intensifying ruts, the grizzly raised his voice again and deposited more seed into the human.

It was then that he was fully sated but wasn’t going to leave Kit without full satisfaction. Already having the man on his back, Dusty slid down and took the hard shaft into his muzzle. Kit was moaning out right away, feeling those thick and soft lips wrapped around his cock. And then there was the smooth and long tongue that was already tracing and swirling around, cleaning up the cum that he had spilled earlier. Dusty moaned from the taste and that was before bobbing his head up and down.

”Oh, Dusty…” Kit moaned.

Dusty blushed, being aware that he needed to be careful with having the human’s length in his mouth. It felt nothing like what he was used to, being smaller and having a different shape entirely. But with his tongue exploring and lapping all over, he got used to it and enjoyed the taste of cum and fresh precum that was leaking from the tip again. Moaning as well, Dusty began to move his head up and down, doing so slowly.

Kit grunted, feeling his length rubbing over the bear’s tongue. Dusty’s mouth was so hot and wet. And the bear knew how to handle him. Watching the bigger male work, he saw how his cock would shimmer in the light of the moon, being overly slathered in bear saliva. The blowjob felt amazing and then he reached the bear’s throat. It slipped into the passage a bit but Dusty was already moving his head back. On instinct, the human thrust into the hot maw, pushing his cock back into the snug passage. Dusty looked surprised and made a sound but hadn’t gagged or stopped.

Their eyes met again and the bear wordlessly gave the human permission to do it again if he wished. Taking control, Kit began to purposely hump into the furry male’s mouth, feeling that silky tongue on the underside of his leaking dick. Dusty moved his tongue, having it flick and rub at the sides to keep the pleasure strong on Kit’s end.

His breathing heavy and his eyes fluttering, Kit developed a pace to fuck Dusty’s mouth to. Both of his hands came down, being placed on Dusty’s head. They began to feel around and Kit became even more turned on by feeling just how large the bear was by his face alone. Feeling from his ears down to the muzzle, Kit caressed every part of the grizzly’s face and pleased sounds came from the ursine in response.

Kit soon picked up speed and focused on penetrating the grizzly’s tight throat. While rocking his hips and rubbing Dusty’s face, he pushed all of his inches inside and had his pelvis pressed to the bear’s nose. He could feel and hear the other male sniffing, clearly taking in and enjoying his own musk. Despite coming here to get clean, their multiple rounds of sex had made them all sweaty and smelling of each other. Kit especially stunk of bear but found the fragrance arousing, acting as a sort of aphrodisiac. Being unable to handle anymore after a while, the human groaned and blew his load into the bear’s gulping throat. Feeling the squeezes and hearing Dusty’s content groans, he moaned out and had the bear milk out all that his balls could muster. Dusty pulled back and gulped down the rest, having a smile on his face when their eyes met again.

They were soon back in the water, cleaning themselves off fully this time. Kit felt much better after getting all that mess off of him. Dusty remained close to him, getting his own body clean. He had waded into the deeper waters of the river and got himself soaked from head to toe.

”I always feel better after a bath.”

”I feel pretty good too,” Kit agreed.

”Um, this is something I want to do before we go back to camp,” Dusty admitted, averting his gaze.

”What is it?” Kit asked.

”We’ve taken a big step in our relationship. And as we’ve become involved, I would like to mark you. You can wash it right off, but it holds a meaning for us. Marking our partners is a show of our bond. Sort of like claiming our territory.”

Kit thought for a moment, remembering how Moss had made a point to urinate all over that tree. So he was right in suspecting that marking things had an added meaning beyond relieving themselves. It was how they marked their turf and others they were involved with. If that was the case, then he agreed.

Dusty came in close and took hold of his cock as it came back out of its sheath. It hadn’t slid out fully this time, just enough for the bear to grip. Standing before Kit, Dusty grunted a bit and then sighed. From the tip of his cock came a thick stream of urine. Not only was he seeing it up close, but the stream struck his body. Being so hot and having a scent to it, Kit did his best to hold still. Dusty was aiming his mark, having it sweep up and down, left and right, covering more of Kit’s front side. Kit couldn’t help but moan, feeling the hot fluid rushing down his body, especially when it washed over his loins. The highest it went was to his chest and every part below was covered before the flow came to an end.

“Ahh, there…” Dusty sighed again. His cock retreated and he came in close to help the human wash off his mark. It was done thoroughly. Though Kit couldn’t smell it, Dusty’s much stronger nose could still smell the lingering odors of his mark and his scent in general having been rubbed all over Kit. He and the other bears would know what took place but the tribe was very open so the human wouldn’t be given a hard time.

After a while the two were back in camp and in bed together. It was very late and the two had fallen asleep right after getting settled. Having their bodies close and listening to each other’s breathing, both the human and bear were lulled and slept peacefully for the rest of the night.