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Dusty and Kit had been much longer since that fateful night. Kit was also aware of the other bears giving him certain looks, likely knowing what he and Dusty had done that night at the river. Nobody openly said anything about it and still gave Kit his due respect when he came about to take on the odd tasks that the bears couldn’t. He was a welcome sight for them, gathering things that they hadn’t the time to get themselves. They made sure to reward him for his efforts in return, establishing a beneficial balance on both ends.

Dusty had been busier than usual when it came to scouting. Apparently there had been strange sightings recently. The grizzly encouraged Kit to stay in the settlement until things settled down. The human did so but this limited the tasks he was able to take on. When Dusty came back he was always glad to see his dwelling-mate. Kit made sure to keep the place clean, feeling it was the least that he could do and Dusty in return brought food and other things that he found interesting, wanting Kit to see them as well.

Even while confined to camp, there were still many things for Kit to do. Aside from helping others, he was still able to practice with his bow in the training grounds. He was in the zone, firing arrows at a target in succession. All of his arrows were fairly close to the center and he was hoping to finally nail that spot with the next draw and release. But his flow was interrupted by a sudden and rough pat on his back.

”That’s a lot of arrows you’ve used up. And you still haven’t hit the target?”

KIt groaned, knowing that it was Moss, here to taunt him yet again.

”Sorry, I’ll make sure to hit the center this time,” the human said in a clearly sarcastic manner.

“Oh yeah cause the saying is “fifth time’s the charm.””

“Can [i]you [/i]even use a bow?” Kit asked suddenly and the seven foot black bear was silent for a moment, his smug look faltering.

“I don’t need a bow. I have teeth and claws. Weapons make up for lacking and I’m lacking nothing,” the bear said.

“You were lacking balance during the last hunt,” Kit reminded, bringing up the bear’s trip and fall. Moss perked up and looked around, hoping the other bears hadn’t heard.

“Shush! We don’t speak of that.”

”Okay, okay. How about this? You try and if you can do as good as me then I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Kit said, offering his bow to the bear.

Moss grunted but took hold of it. He attempted to draw it himself but clearly had no idea what he was doing. Kit stood by watching the bear struggle to hold the arrow steady while also drawing the string back, even with his added strength. It would have been easy from the smaller male to act smug, mocking the bear for his lack of skill but he remained quiet until Moss grew visibly frustrated.

”I can show you how.”

Moss huffed, his small ears folding as he leaned down, letting the human guide him through it. Kit spoke and led by example. Moss tried it out and was able to draw the bow but missed the mark when it came to actually firing the arrow. They kept at it and after many failed attempts, Moss finally managed to hit the target. The arrow struck the furthest ring from the center but Kit still gave the bear credit, praising him for getting the hang of it.

”Not bad. Keep it up and you’ll be better than me,” Kit said.

“Clearly, there’s more to using this than I thought. You…You use it well,” Moss said while handing it back.

“Thank you,” Kit said with a smile, knowing that this was Moss’ way of apologizing.

Kit was done training and they went back to the dwelling together. Dusty was still gone but both the bear and human made themselves comfortable. There was some awkward silence until Kit asked Moss why he was at the training grounds despite having no weapon to practice with.

”Okay, I’ll admit that I may have gone out of my way to mess with you,” Moss admitted.

“I figured as such. It's no secret that you hate me.”

Moss growled and faced the human. “I don’t hate you. I just…” The bear sat down on the grass and Kit did the same. He could tell from the bear’s expression that this was something important to him. “Dusty only talks about you. Not only that but I agreed to stay in Largo’s dwelling to make room for you. It was supposed to be temporary but he took a liking to you.”

”I didn’t mean to take your place. But does that mean that you and Dusty are…”

“We are involved, yes. Partners.”

”I hope I didn’t step in on your-”

”Calm down, furless. I knew that you and Dusty would take that step sooner or later. And it's not as if Largo and I have just been spending all of our time talking. It's just that...with you around Dusty hardly gives me attention.This is the longest we’ve gone without mating.”

Kit couldn’t help but feel bad. He enjoyed the attention that Dusty gave him but he didn’t mean to take it away from Moss, especially if he came first. But it put things into context. He could imagine that from the black bear’s perspective it was as if he showed up out of nowhere and took away his partner. Thinking about it further, Kit came to a realization.

“You were trying to impress Dusty during that hunt, weren’t you?”

”I was!” Moss groaned. “I thought if I could get a large kill then he would notice me again. But I made a fool of myself and you were the little hero again, getting all of his attention.”

“We could have another hunt and this time I’ll hang back and let you get all of the glory,” Kit offered.

“No, that wouldn’t work. He would see right through it,” Moss said dismissively.

”Maybe you could save me from something? Then you’ll be the hero again.”

”If Dusty even hears that you were in danger he’ll be fawning over you more than ever,” the black bear said.

“Hmm… Then I guess the only thing for you to do is talk to him. Just tell Dusty how you feel. I can give you two the room you need.”

”Where will you go?” Moss asked curiously.

“I can stay with Perch for a bit. Maybe get another hunting lesson from him,” Kit said with a chuckle.

”That sounds… Thank you,” the bear said with a genuine tone of gratitude.

Kit made good on his word, approaching Perch and asking to stay in his dwelling for a bit. The brown bear was more than happy to have him in and asking for more lessons had the ursine over the moon. That gave Dusty and Moss plenty of time to talk. The grizzly came home with fruits for Kit but found him gone and Moss there. The grizzly was looking around the dwelling and starting to worry but Moss assured him that things were just fine.

”We need to talk…”

Moss finally said what was on his mind. How he had been feeling for some time now. He was never good at talking about his emotions but this was important to him and he wanted the other bear to know how he was feeling. Dusty listened to him and when Moss said his piece the other bear had apologized.

“I didn’t mean to push you aside. I got so focused on Kit. He’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before and he’s so small. I can’t help but worry about him.”

”I know. That’s just the way you are. And that’s what I like about you. But that furless is tougher than he looks. You still have me around too. I can look after him some if it’ll make you stop worrying so much.”

”You’re right. I’m sorry…” Dusty apologized again and decided that he ought to make it up to his mate. Since Kit was already gone and would be for a while, that left them ample time to themselves.

Being busy himself, Kit returned to the dwelling after a few days with some new skills. He found that Dusty was gone again but Moss was there. To his surprise the black bear smiled when he saw him and actually said “hello.”

”I assume that the talk worked,” Kit said.

”Oh it worked alright,” the black bear said with a chuckle. “We’re back to how we used to be, maybe even better. And don’t worry. I don’t mind sharing Dusty, so long as I am his top priority.”

”I think that’s up to Dusty but I can agree to those terms,” Kit said with a chuckle of his own.

“Good now that we’ve got that all under control; you’re coming with me,” the bear said, already walking towards the dwelling’s entrance.

“What? Where are we going?”

”I’m going to teach you how to fish, furless. Perch may know a lot about weapons, but if you want to survive among bears, you need to know how to catch fish like one. It’s a basic skill that will take you far.”

Kit was floored by this but already had his gear and decided to just follow the black bear. Hopefully this wasn’t another trick. They walked out of camp together. The situation that kept him confined had thankfully been taken care of. Moss assured that would have been able to talk care of any issues they came across anyways. Kit didn’t doubt the chubby ursine in this instance, feeling safer by his side for once.

Moss made sure not to get too far and didn’t walk too fast either, letting the human keep up with him. They were heading for the river but were heading further out than usual. Kit was used to staying in the shallower parts of the river’s body, using it to clean himself off. It made sense; they weren’t going to find any fish in the shallower parts of the river.

Walking next to the bear, Kit noticed that Moss had a certain look on his face. He seemed to always be grumpy but it seemed that the bear was thinking about something.

”Is something wrong?” Kit asked. He wondered if it was worth it to ask. Moss could easily snap at him and he still had to be wary of the male that was much larger than him. With massive hands and the strength to snap a thick branch like it was nothing. It wouldn’t be hard for the ursine to put the human’s head into his opened maw. But the dark furred bear just chuffed.

“Just a bit stiff. Took the night shift last night. Nearly forgot it had been my turn.”

”Must have been a long night.”

“Yeah, nothing to do but lean against a tree. The bark wasn’t smooth either…” the bear said. “But for us, a boring night is a good one.”

Kit nodded in agreement and began to pay more attention to his surroundings, realizing that they were in the part of the forest that he was unfamiliar with. They kept close to the river and Kit saw that the water was much deeper than what it was back towards camp. Rushing by the water was still clean looking but it wasn’t easy to see the riverbed this time.

”Nearly there.” With a bit more walking and pushing through some foliage, they came to an open spot that was still close to the water. Like the riverside back near the camp, the land sloped downwards and into the moving water, being lined with silky earth. The area itself was a natural circle, being lined with the forest's trees but having none in the circle itself. There were a few bushes with berries growing on them.

“This is one of the best spots to hunt for fish,” Moss said, leading the human to the spot. He approached a clump of bushes and dragged out a small crate that was full of things. It had been completely hidden from sight and its reveal surprised the human. “I warn you, it's not a fast thing to learn.”

”Neither was learning to use the bow,” Kit said with spirit.

They soon started the lesson. Moss approached the water. Teaching with words and action, the black bear explained how to search for fish swimming throughout the water. Kit watched but soon found that there was more to this than he expected. The fish were smarter than they looked and would avoid an area if a sudden shadow came. Moss showed him the best place to stand. Getting himself in position, the bear kept his green eyes on the moving water. His body was suddenly moving with unexpected speed. Reaching into the water, Moss huffed and snatched a flailing fish out. He placed the catch in another container that had been stashed in another clump of bushes.

”Now it's your turn.”

Kit tried his hand at hunting for fish but it wasn’t easy. He had more trouble than expected. First it was locating the fish in the water. They seemed to be moving too fast for him at first. Moss talked him through it, telling him how to really see the fish moving. But Kit still had trouble getting the hang of that for some time. Standing in different places and keeping his eyes trained on the moving water, he seemed to perceive the fish as soon as they were already swimming by.

Changing the way he looked at the situation, Kit stopped focusing on the fish that were already in front of him but the ones that were coming, the ones he could prepare himself for. Getting the hang of that finally, Kit attempted to scoop the fish out of the water like Moss did but he completely missed the mark, running his hand through nothing but open water. The fish swam away with greater speed, being lost.

”Try it again,” Moss encouraged.

Kit did so but the results were about the same each time. No matter how certain he was, the human missed the mark completely. Growing frustrated with his repeated failure, the man put more effort into his fish catch but only ended up falling into the water. Moss rushed up and began to laugh when Kit surfaced but stopped when seeing his tribemate’s frustrated expression.

He helped Kit out of the water and called for them to take a break.

”That was…a series of attempts,” Moss said, trying to be constructive.

“How do you do it?” Kit asked. “It was like you weren’t even trying back there.”

”I’ve done this so many times it's like second nature to me,” Moss explained with a bit of pride. “I barely have to think about it. As soon as I spot a fish my body is already moving.”

The two settled down and Moss figured he should make something out of the fish that they caught. It was a good size and would make a meal for the both of them. He told Kit to make a fire while he used his claws to cut up the creature. The human did so and watched as the fish’s halves were skewed on sticks that were planted in the ground, keeping the meat roasting over the fire.

“You’ll get the hang of it. Although, I do like seeing you get upset,” the black bear admitted.

Kit didn’t say anything in response to that but he did smile a bit. The meat was done and they began to eat. They sat across from each other. While Kit took steady bites of the fish Moss was digging into it, making quick work of the cooked flesh.

The day was still fairly early so after the meal and a bit more break time, they were back to it. Kit was back over the water’s edge. Moss demonstrated again, releasing the fish that he caught. Now it was Kit’s turn to try it out for himself. It was more or less a repeat of what happened the last time: multiple attempts of snatching a fish out of the water, all of them being a failure. Kit didn’t give up and kept at it. He was making progress but it was very slow and when he finally managed to grab a fish, it was quick to slip right out of his grip.

Kit was at his wits end and Moss agreed that this wasn’t working. “I don’t understand. You’re doing everything right. The positioning and you’ve managed to track the fish too. You’re the spitting image of a fishing bear.”

”Well, I’m not a bear,” Kit reminded, his voice being plain and factual.

”Perch taught you how to use a bow,” Moss pointed out.

“This bow was custom made for…someone my size. I guess I just can’t do some things that you guys can.”

“Kit, try your bow.”

”Huh?” the human asked.

”Try using your bow on the fish. You’ve got a good aim and you should be able to hit one.”

”I… I’ll try,” Kit said. Having his bow and arrows equipped, the human approached the riverside. Putting himself in mind of drawing and being ready to fire the arrow, his eyes caught sight of an approaching fish. He released and the arrow fired into the water, narrowly missing the fish.

“Try again. Don’t give up.”

Kit drew another arrow and found another fish to strike. This time he waited and really kept himself focused. When the time felt right he released and struck the swimming creature. The fish stopped swimming and Kit was quick to grab it with both hands before it began flailing again.

”Not bad,” the bear said. Though he noticed that the arrow stunned the fish for a bit. It wouldn’t be enough for the bigger types of fish. Kit was thinking something similar. He was still proud of himself for getting the fish but wanted something that was more reliable. That’s when he looked back at the put out fire and noticed the sticks that were still staked in the ground, specifically the sharp tips that ended them. He approached and grabbed one of them. Being a bit thick and long as well, Kit felt that it was just right.

Moss watched as the human approached the water with a newfound confidence. Kit was wielding the spear-like stick and with total focus, he lunged it into the water. He missed but was quick to try again and this time nailed a fish. It was stabbed and when pulling back it was still stuck on the end of the sharp stick.

Moss was impressed. He couldn’t help but groan and shake his head though. It would have been nice for Kit to do things the “bear way” for once. The human clearly needed tools to get things done. [i]He uses them well though.[/i]

“You’re more capable than I thought you’d be,” Moss admitted when they were relaxing again, sitting down on the soft grass.

”And what’s that supposed to mean?”

”I mean, when I first laid eyes on you and saw Dusty fawning over you, I thought it was because he wanted a pet. I still think you’d make a good one. The kind that’ll keep the dwelling in order while us bears are gone. Bringing us drinks and snacks when we ask for it…”

“Hey!” Kit called playfully, tossing a small stone that bounced off of the bear.

”Knowing Dusty he would have had you as a pet. Just in a different sense. Just sitting around, being a source of amusement and joy…” Moss teased.

“I would have gotten out eventually,” Kit said with a playful tone of voice.

“And that’s what I like about you,” the bear said.

”Oh really?” Kit asked with a smirk on his face.

The black bear gulped, realizing he said that out loud. He groaned and caved. “Well, yes. You’re pretty determined. Instead of being some dwelling pet you’ve taken up a weapon, gotten to know the tribe, and even managed to find yourself a partner to tend to your needs. I suppose I was jealous of you, first for getting Dusty’s attention and then for…”

“For taking him away from you?”

”That and getting your furless stink all over him,” Moss said with a growl but it quickly faded and he actually smiled a bit.

He remembered approaching Dusty when he and Kit came from the riverside. They had been out there longer than the usual time it took to get clean and he had started to worry. Just as he set out to find them he found the two coming back towards camp. Even from a distance he could smell the lingering scents of sex but they had each other’s scents on their bodies. Kit smelled of grizzly more than anything else and Moss’ own partner smelled of furless to the point that his nose had wrinkled when he got the first unexpected whiff.

“Again, I’m sorry if I sort of snatched your boyfriend away,” Kit said awkwardly.

”I don’t mind it now. Remember what I said about coming first, though. And besides, it's because of you that we talked and made up for all of that lost time. My balls haven’t felt this light in a long time,” Moss said with a laugh and snort.

”So that’s why you’ve been so nice to me lately,” the human figured.

“I tend to get surly when my balls are full,” the black bear joked.

”I’ll keep that in mind,” Kit said, smirking as he saw Moss’ expression suddenly change.

Clearing his throat, Moss changed the subject and figured that they got back to the camp with the fish they caught. The other supplies were tucked back into the bushes and the smaller crate was carried by Moss.

“You’re very skilled with weapons,” Moss admitted out of nowhere. “More than I ever was or will be. I prefer to do things with my hands. But you’re a…human. You can’t do what we can do, at least not the same way we do it. I was sure that using bows, knives, and spears was to make up for what you lacked. But they’re just tools you use to show how capable you are.”

“I’m sure you could learn a weapon if you really stick with it,” Kit suggested.

”Maybe, but I prefer to get my hands dirty,” Moss said, reminding Kit of how Dusty described the differences between him and Moss.

“That’s a good thing if you ask me. You’re much bigger and stronger than me but you know how to use your strength. As amazing as Dusty is, if we’re talking about hunting or fighting you’d be the better pick. You can take a punch and give one back, maybe even a harder one,” Kit said.

”Are you trying to flirt with me?” Moss asked.

“I’m just talking about how strong you are.”

“Yeah, I like it. Oh, and how big I am too. Big all over,” the bear remarked with another toothy smirk.

“I’d need proof before I agree with that,” Kit said back.

They made it back to camp and offered the fish in addition to whatever they would also be having for dinner. After all of that, Moss retired to the dwelling to get some sleep. Kit quickly figured out why the bed was so big, made to fit both of the massive bear men. It was also clear that Moss was here to stay. Dusty came back and asked what they did together and Kit relayed how he learned how to fish, after a lot of trial and error.

“Moss taught you how to fish?” Dusty asked, sounding a bit confused.

”More or less, why?”

”He only just learned how to fish a few moons ago,” Dusty said and that made the human pause.

”But he said it was a skill that all bears learned when they were young,” Kit protested.

”And it is,” Dusty said. He was facing away from the befuddled human, picking up a fruit to eat from the basket on the table. “But he finally got the hang of it a while ago.”

Kit groaned and looked towards the sleeping part of the dwelling. Past the curtain, the black bear was already fast asleep. When he awoke and was confronted, Moss had no idea what Kit was talking about, assuring him that Dusty was just saying things to mess with him. But the black bear was rather quick to dismiss, doing so the moment Kit mentioned it being a few moons ago.

”I’ve always known how to fish. And I taught you just fine,” Moss said rather quickly and dismissively. As fate would have it, the black bear had something he needed to do and couldn’t be a part of the conversation anymore. Sticking to his story, he promptly marched out of the dwelling, leaving Kit unsure of who to believe…

Kit went back to his usual affairs of helping out around the settlement until Dusty and Moss returned. He went from living with one large bear to two and the adjustment had been much smoother than he expected. They took up a lot of space in the bed but there was just enough room for him in between the both of them. Their large soft bodies and warm pelts kept him comfortable throughout the night. Although it did take him a bit to get used to Moss’ snoring.

Moss was often gone in the morning and he would wake up alongside Dusty, the bear wishing him a good morning and leaving him food before going off to do his own duties. The human would then clean up the dwelling, finding that both bears were rather messy in their own rights. Dusty had a habit of leaving the shavings of his wood carvings on the ground and Moss was more prone to leaving behind the cores and skins of various fruits lying about. Moss joined in on dropping by to make sure that Kit was still doing well, seemingly starting to become more attached to the smaller creature, of course he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

While Kit still mostly kept himself inside of the settlement, he would sometimes join the bears on an outing. He would be a part of a hunting party. Moss would give him an actual role but would warn him not to “mess it up.” Using his smaller size and bow to their advantage, Kit would be positioned at a distance. Moss came up with the idea for Kit to make the first shot before they moved in. It worked well enough and they would come back with another kill for the tribe.

Aside from his tribe roles, Kit also had to get used to sharing a space with two. The bears were both fond of him in their own ways, one being more vocal about it than the other. Dusty wasn’t shy about giving the human hugs, nuzzling him, and even some light cuddling when it was just the two of them in bed. There were times when the grizzly would become rather possessive over Kit, holding him a bit tighter than usual and rubbing his scent onto the other male’s body. Kit had come to recognize this as Dusty being needy. Things would be taken to the bed part of the dwelling and they would come back smelling heavily of each other. Dusty would do this with Moss as well and the black bear would have no subtlety, telling Kit to make himself busy with something for a while.

One morning in particular, Dusty was gone but Moss was still there in the bed. To his surprise, he had been cuddling the black bear in his sleep rather than the grizzly he expected. But Moss didn’t seem to mind this. With a smile on his face, he rose up from the bed and disappeared behind the curtain. He came back with some meat and fruits, offering them to the human while he was still in bed.

”Eat up. You’re going to need it.”

”What for?” Kit dared to ask.

”You and I will be collecting wood today,” the black bear explained while going back into the dwelling’s main room to get himself some food. He carried back with him a larger portion of meat and more fruits as well. They ate together and Moss continued to explain, sometimes through a mouthful. The firewood supply was running low so they were going to go out and search for more in a certain part of the forest. Others would be doing the same in their own assigned designated areas.

When they were done eating, Moss took Kit out towards the edge of the settlement just before the exit. There was a pair of axes and Moss handed one to Kit. It was big for the human but he still took hold of it and followed the black bear out of camp.

”So are we going to be cutting down trees?” Kit asked. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to do something like that.

“Not exactly. We’re looking for trees that are either already fallen or clearly already dying. We try no to cut down trees in their prime unless it's absolutely necessary,” Moss explained with a certain tone in his voice. It sounded more wise and certain than the laid back and cocky tone he usually had. Kit understood and they went down the beaten path before the bear led them off to a section that Kit was again unfamiliar with.

“You’ll get used to it. The more you come out here, the more you’ll start to recognize. But it's best to stick with me for now. Don’t need you getting lost. Dusty would have my hide.” The two chuckled at that and pressed on until they came upon a fallen tree.

From there, they began to cut the wood. Moss led by example, showing Kit the best way to cut the tree so they would have optimal wood. The human understood this but was having a bit of trouble wielding the axe. It was handled awkwardly by him and the bear stepped in before Kit would hurt himself. Moss then taught Kit how to properly use the axe. It was thankfully different from catching fish and Kit got the hang of it much faster. They were talking again while cutting the wood, gathering the cuts into a stack that would be carried back.

They had to make multiple trips back and forth when carrying them to the settlement. Moss of course did most of the heavy lifting but Kit showed that he was capable as well. And after making multiple trips they were back at it, searching for another fallen tree to cut up. It took some walking but they managed to find one and made steady work of it, cutting it up while making small talk. After cutting up the wood Moss decided that they should take a break rather than hauling it back to the settlement right away.

Moss took it upon himself to get them something to eat and suggested that Kit made a small fire for cooking. The human did so, using some of the firewood to have one going. He kept it maintained and waited for the black bear. They had been out there longer than he realized. The morning sun had completely moved positions suggesting it was just after midday. And he was starting to feel hungry as well. Having a task at hand and someone to talk to made the time fly by…

Moss came back and he had with him some fish, a sight that made Kit chuckle. Being reminded of his tutoring lesson when it came to fishing, he found the bear’s arrival with another catch amusing but he was also grateful for it. They prepared the first together, Moss using his claws and Kit using the knife that he always kept on his person. Putting the fish on sticks over the fire like they had the last time, the two then waited for the meat to be done before they began to eat.

Moss ate much slower this time, taking the time to savor the meal this time. Kit with him and was also grateful to have something to eat after their hard work. They mostly sat in silence, aside from the black bear’s loud chewing. Even when he was finished, Moss took a moment to just unwind. He groaned with satisfaction and even rubbed his soft and wide stomach. Kit finished as well and just took a moment to let himself enjoy the feeling of being full again.

“You know… Dusty doesn’t like cutting wood,” Moss said, striking up conversation out of nowhere.

“He doesn’t?” Kit asked, not knowing how to respond to that.

“He’s always been really…prissy. I don’t mind it most of the time but sometimes it would be nice to do more…tough things. You understand, getting out in the woods, letting yourself sweat and get dirty,” Moss explained.

”Hehe. Yeah, I get it. Chopping wood is pretty fun.”

”You may be small and furless, but you have great skill and you’re tougher than I thought you’d be,” the bear explained.

“Thanks. I actually wish I could be stronger like you, and have your confidence. You’re not afraid to walk right into the forest and you say what’s on your mind too, for better or for worse.” The human smirked and the bear couldn’t help but chuckle.

When it was time for them to get back to work, Moss took it upon himself to put out the fire. After that they were back to gathering the wood and taking it back to the camp. Going back and forth multiple times, they eventually brought all of it back and were then relieved of duty, the tribe now having more than enough firewood to last them a while. Being glad that they were done, Moss wasted no time retiring to his dwelling. Kit followed him and they returned home together. The bear kept walking until they were back in the bed part of the dwelling. Moss groaned and all but collapsed onto the bed in a dramatic fashion. The bed shook from all of his weight coming down but was still standing.

“Long day?” Kit asked with amusement.

“You were there…” Moss muttered. He rolled over and sighed. “Between this and night patrol. My feet are killing me…”

“You do night patrols?” Kit asked.

”Yes.”

”I thought you were a hunter,” Kit further pressed.

“Most of us have multiple roles. I hunt but my primary role is patrolling and remarking the borders along with the others. We were pushed to go a bit further because of the reports of some creature. I turned out to be a mountain lion. We chased it off but Bearic wanted us to make sure there weren’t more roaming around.”

”So are you going to just keep laying here?” Kit asked.

“If you’re going to ask me all these questions, at least make yourself useful,” Moss said with an annoyed growl. “How about you give me a massage? If you think about it, I did most of the work and you owe me.”

“What?” Kit asked with a laugh.

Moss snickered as well but remained firm on it. Kit had grown rather interested as he began to look over Moss’ body, finding the idea of his hands running over the chubby ursine’s body more appealing as his eyes continued to scan the large black furred form.

“Fine.”

”Really?” Moss asked, sounding surprised.

“Sure. Any requests?”

”Yeah. You’re gonna undress me too. I like to be naked when I get massaged.”

“Really?” Kit asked with full skepticism.

”Dusty likes it…” Moss said, hoping that would be enough to convince the other male. He had ulterior motives but hoped that Kit wouldn’t catch on just yet.

“Fine…” Kit said with a groan. Leave it to Moss to make him go the extra mile…

He decided to just play along for the time being and he couldn’t disagree that Moss had done more work than him, being able to carry a lot more wood back and forth. With that in mind, he got closer to Moss, standing up while the black bear remained lying down on the bed.

”You can start with the loincloth,” Moss said. His smirk was wide, making it no secret that he was enjoying this, telling the human what to do and getting him to take off his clothes.

Kit himself was mostly acting annoyed with his dwelling-mate. Being honest with himself, the human was actually feeling an excitement that slowly built as he maneuvered around. Moss’ lower half was still hanging off the bed and that gave him easier access. While moving around the large mammal, Kit noticed the green eyes that kept themselves trained on him, having a certain something to them.

From his position, Kit really got to see how Moss’ shape differed from Dusty’s. He was shorter in stature but everything about him was thicker. Standing out was his gut that stuck out further than Dusty’s did and Kit could piece together why, having seen how often Moss ate and how big the quantities of food were. While gazing upon his figure, Kit found himself in between the black bear’s thick legs.

”Take it off,” Moss said. His voice was a bit commanding while also being laced with amusement. Kit rolled his eyes but did as he was told. Taking hold of the loincloth by its main part. Made to fit someone of Moss’ size, it was large but with a few tugs it was already starting to come off thanks to the quality materials they were made of. Moss shifted a bit to help out but still left Kit to do most of the work. It slid from his hips, revealing his plump black sheath and the fur covered balls below it. Kit noticeably paused to get a good look at it and this made Moss snicker. Hearing the noise, the human blushed a bit and continued with taking off the loincloth.

It was easier when it got down to his legs, simply pulling the cloth all the way down until they slipped off from Moss’ feet. He set it down on the floor, getting another glimpse at the bear’s groin. Moss had spread his legs a bit further, showing himself off for the onlooker. “While you’re down there. Take off my sandals too.”

Kit did so, slipping them off one by one. As he did so he couldn’t help but notice the smell of bear that was starting to fill the partially enclosed space, being stronger than usual. From getting close to both bears and catching on to their smells, Kit recognized that the scent of Moss was overpowering the usually mixed odors of grizzly and black bear.

“Good pet…” Moss said. He took a moment to stretch, groaning as he did so. He was glad to have his loincloth and sandals off, leaving him more or less completely naked. While stretching, he saw that Kit remained in place, kneeling in between his flexing feet. “If you want to massage me, then you can start with my feet. Go on, be a good pet.”

Kit felt that Moss was starting to get a bit carried away but decided to keep playing along. It made him wonder if this was just something he was used to. Perhaps Dusty played a submissive role towards the black bear. The very idea struck him as enticing and arousing as well. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Moss’ large foot being suddenly pressed firm to his face. Putting his focus back on the task at hand, Kit eased back with the smell of potent bear musk in his nose. The hard work of cutting wood and carrying it back had made itself known in the form of a strong sweaty odor. It was akin to Dusty’s pit smell but had its own certain something to him, being completely unique to the black bear.

Getting to work, the human took hold of Moss’ left foot first. Using both of them on the same foot still wasn’t enough to cover the entire surface. Being again reminded of their difference in size, Kit began massaging. Rubbing with his fingers over the sole as best he could, Kit could feel the roughness of the paw’s pads and also the sheen of wetness that covered them. He did his best to give the whole foot attention, using his fingers and thumbs to his best ability, he started at the center and first moved down towards the heel. After reaching that point and giving it plenty of kneads with his digits, Kit moved back up again, going past the halfway point and all the way up to the toes.

After getting a good feel for the paw, Kit worked his thumbs to really press into the pads. Moss was enjoying this, letting out a deep sigh as he felt the kinks and aches in his foot being massaged away. The same thing was done to his heel, it being generously kneaded by those nimble fingers. It appeared that humans had yet another advantage over bears. Dusty’s foot rubs were more focused but there was something unique and satisfying about Kit’s small fingers getting into the many nooks and crannies of his footpaw.

Moss was left groaning in delight and melting from the pleasure of having the aches eased out. A deep feeling of relief was left behind, leaving him more relaxed as well. His other foot was gripped and then massaged in the same way. The bear let out another deep sigh as he felt Kit starting from the bottom of his foot, slowly rising towards the toes. Massaging in the same way he had before, Kit worked out more of the bear’s aches, listening to Moss’ reactions. Rubbing from the heels and up to the toes in a slow manner, Kit felt his hands getting a bit wet from the light sweat on the pad’s surfaces. The smell of bear feet had gotten stronger as well, seemingly being roused by his continued contact. Being so used to the raw smell of bear, Kit didn’t mind the odor and even found it appealing after breathing it in for several minutes.

“How was that?” Kit asked

“Very good…” Moss hummed, flexing his feet before he chuckled. “I think you were enjoying yourself more than you were supposed to.”

“They are big and surprisingly soft. Not to mention the whole room smelling like you now,” Kit said, throwing some of it back at Moss.

”Oh yeah. Dusty told me how much you like smelling him. Maybe there’s some bear in you after all. You can smell them if you want. I won’t tell anyone.” Moss took it upon himself to plant his foot on Kit’s face again, rubbing the sweaty surface onto the smaller male’s face.

Kit was completely caught off guard by this at first and ended up inhaling freely, taking in the full potency of the foot’s smell. Shuddering and letting out a sound of enjoyment, the human was quick to embrace this. He kept his face pressed to the surface, rubbing his face against the pads and fur that lined them. More sweat was rubbed off onto his skin. Having the odor of Moss’ sweat smeared onto his face, Kit made another muffled sound of delight and continued to sniff at the foot, completely basking in the stimulation of his senses.

Moss was actually surprised by how quickly Kit caved. He had a feeling that the furless liked interacting with his feet but this level of enjoyment was unexpected. Kit wasn’t the only one getting something out of this. Moss found that he liked the feeling of Kit’s face grinding against his soles in the same way the hands previously had, bringing about a new but no less pleasurable feeling.

The more he interacted with the foot, the more into it Kit got. Taking in deeper and longer sniffs of the earthy odor, he would hum as his lungs and head were filled with it. Rubbing his face against the surfaces at the same time, Kit basked in the bear’s sweat. And the more he rubbed the foot, the stronger the appealing smells got.

“I think you may like them even more than Dusty does,” Moss commented.

“What kinds of things are you two into?” Kit asked.

“Not everything. Apparently licking them is a step too far for him,” Moss revealed.

“Oh really?” Kit asked with a playful tone in his voice. It was interesting to know where Dusty drew the line. Kit himself had no qualms in licking in addition to sniffing. It was no secret that he was often lured underneath the grizzly’s arms and sometimes couldn’t help but get a taste for it.

Kit was feeling the same about the black bear’s feet. Already having his face so close to the foot, he took in another whiff and sighed. His tongue came out and it was slowly dragged over the bear’s rough paws and soft fur. Moss felt this and jumped a bit. He could feel the wet muscle traveling along the length of his sole, leaving a wet and warm feeling behind. Kit had no qualms with licking away the sweat, finding that the foot was rather clean otherwise. The taste of fresh sweat was strong and collecting more on his taste buds in addition to sniffing did much for Kit.

Holding the large paw steady in his grip, Kit continued sliding his tongue along the surfaces. Kit showed a surprising amount of dedication to cleaning up the foot with his licks. Being spurred by the promise of more sweat, Kit continued to collect the flavor and voiced his enjoyment of it. He did this until the taste of sweat was starting to wane. At a certain point there was more saliva than perspiration. Moss felt how wet his foot was. He was honestly impressed and felt his heart beating faster. The aches in his foot were gone completely. The second foot was given the same treatment and when Kit was finished with that one, Moss was left feeling satisfied when it came to having his feet tended to.

“N-not bad,” the black bear said. Thankfully Kit couldn’t see him blushing. He managed to save face by clearing his throat. His regular tone of voice returned when he spoke again. “But there’s still so much more of me to feel…and lick.”

Moss directed the human between his legs again, this time telling Kit to get in between his large and soft thighs. “I could use some cleaning down there too.” Without being told what to do in detail, Kit understood that would be using his tongue on another part of Moss’ body. Some added “help” was given via the bear pressing Kit’s face directly into his balls. Kit was quick to respond to the thick earthy smell that filled his nose.

Kit couldn’t help but nose his way underneath the hot and heavy sack. The heat and sweatiness easily outdid the previous state of Moss’ feet. Kit took another moment to embrace the masculine smell that wafted from them. The orbs sitting over his face were more than enough to make his mouth water all over again.

When running his tongue along the sack’s underside, Kit was given a taste that was even stronger than before. Moss’ efforts had paid off in making his balls damp with sweat and that went for his inner thighs as well. The human was completely surrounded by intoxicating musk. While inhaling deeply, Kit ran his tongue over the same spot, putting more force into the action so he could press into the sweat-soaked fur.

Moss was loving it. The second he felt that soft tongue on his balls, the bear quickly figured out why Dusty grew so fond of the human. This was exactly what he needed after a long night and day. He liked to come back to his dwelling and be taken care of but sometimes his partner was too busy or tired. Sometimes Dusty wanted to be the one in control as well. It wasn’t often but the black bear would let himself be on the receiving end but still preferred to be the one in control.

As much as he liked being worshiped, Kit was clearly enjoying the position he was in.

The human seemingly couldn’t get enough. In addition to licking, he would rub his face into the sack with the same passion used when rubbing his feet. Kit’s sniffs could be easily heard and it was easy to see that Kit had no issues with getting himself in deep where the strongest scents were. Even while lacking the heightened sense of smell that a bear had, Kit showed his appreciation of manly bear essence.

In addition to the licking, Kit kept his face as a whole pressed to the hot sack. Nuzzling against the orbs, he felt the thicker wetness of more sweat and his own saliva being smeared back onto his skin. Drawing his tongue over the sack again, this time with more force, got a deeper moan out of Moss. This made the human smile and he followed up the lick with an attempt to fit the sack into his mouth. He found that only one of the plump orbs could fit into his mouth at a time but he wasn’t discouraged by this. He worked with what he had and carefully closed his mouth around just one of the tender spheres.

While still running his tongue all over it, Kit began to suckle as well. These acts came with stronger sensations that struck Moss out of nowhere. He was already moaning and couldn’t help but squirm, feeling the hot mouth surrounding one of his cub-makers. Kit was treating it gently as well, moving his tongue with an awareness and his sucking wasn’t too hard either. Moss had good reason to suspect that Kit had done this with Dusty but he wasn’t going to complain about that. The human knew what he was doing and it was best to not interrupt the session by asking unnecessary questions.

All of this licking and sucking had caused his cock to slide from its sheath with a quickness. As soon as it was at full mast, the thick erection was pulsing and dribbling a line of precum that slowly slithered down the underside. “That’s a good pet,” Moss huffed. “Suck on them! Show me how much you love them!”

Kit rolled his eyes but had to admit that he was finding an appeal in Moss’ dirty talk, even being called “pet” had its own charm. Feeling compelled, he eased his mouth off the first orb and slipped the other one into his mouth with the same amount of care.

Lavishing the rounded surface with plenty of licks and sucks, Kit could feel it pulsing against his tongue. Looking past the sack itself, he noticed that Moss was fully erect. So far he had only seen the black bear’s sheath and just a portion of his length, not the full thing. After getting a good look at it he noted that it was shorter than Dusty’s cock but was also thicker. Now he knew that in every way, Moss was shorter but wider. Gazing upon it did make him curious to know how it would feel; how a greater amount of thickness would compare to the length of grizzly cock that he was used to.

For the time being he continued to lap at and nurse the single ball in his mouth, cleaning it of the remaining sweat that still clung to the damp fur. He made small sounds that suggested his own enjoyment. There was a lot to enjoy; despite gaining no direct pleasure from the act, Kit was very much basking in the tastes and smells along with the pure arousal that came from pleasuring the bigger male directly. His own cock was throbbing hard in his shorts, having made a prominent tent that was wet at the tip from his own precum leaking into the fabric.

He was getting into it, his mind drifting a bit as he let himself get lost in all of the pleasing things that came from keeping his head in between the bear’s legs. There was something that suddenly snapped him out of it. Moss’ hand had placed itself on top of his head and the bear was petting and caressing his head in the same way that one would pet a tamed feral. “Mmm, you love servicing me, don’t you? I think it’s a good look for you…” The black bear was soaking up the control and attention he had, acting as if he was actually in possession of the human. All of this “pet” talk was just for the sake of his own arousal but Kit was unaware of this for the time being.

After cleaning the other orb as much as the first one, Kit let it pop free from his lips. He was panting a bit, his breath puffing on the sensitive sack. Moss tensed a bit and another line of precum came oozing out from the tip, adding to the already messy state of the cock’s underside. Kit supposed he would be licking that next but the ursine actually had something else in mind…

While Kit took a moment to catch his breath, Moss turned himself around completely. Rolling over and laying down on his belly, he showed off his rump for Kit to see. Moss wore a loincloth that was much less revealing than Dusty’s so he never paid full attention to his backside. With it being on full display, Kit was actually mesmerized by the sight of it. Covered in smooth fur like the rest of it, it seemed a good amount of the chubbiness from all of that food went to his backside as well. The large and perfectly rounded mounds were presented to Kit and for added measure, the bear swayed his hips, making his butt jiggle a bit.

“Impressed?” Moss asked, his voice laced with pride. “Hope your tongue isn’t tired because you’re about to put it to good use.” He reached back and smacked his own fat rump cheek, the sight making Kit’s cock throb in his shorts.

When Kit came in close, seemingly entranced by the sight. Moss again showed just how quickly he could move. Rolling over again and taking hold of Kit, he brought the human in close to himself. The bear still wanted to be in control and he knew just how to do that. He got Kit down on the bed while he eased himself up and positioned himself with his large ass hovering over the human’s face.

”A-are you sure this is…safe?” Kit asked, starting down the backside that was several times bigger than his own head.

“Relax. As long as you do as I say, I maybe won’t crush you,” Moss said with a snicker. “I want you to reach that tongue in there!” With that being said the black bear brought himself there but showed just thankfully kept his full weight from coming down on Kit. Still sitting on the human, he put down enough to keep Kit in place but the human was still allowed breathing room.

On Kit’s end, breathing in brought its own arousal as the air under the bear’s butt was tainted with his musk. Kit would have indulged himself in it but he had a task at hand. As if to make good on his earlier threat, Moss was starting to put more weight down and Kit was starting to feel a strain. It was when his face pushed in between the fat cheeks, finding the hole in between that the weight eased off some. Doing as he was told, he pushed his tongue inside and the rim was surprisingly easy to penetrate.

“Oh yeah! Dusty only lets me do this after I washed first,” the other bear wasn’t a huge fan of how potent his musk could be but Kit clearly didn’t mind, being heard moaning underneath the black bear. His tongue was inside and slid in further with ease. He could feel the heat and sweat on his face as licked deep, running his tongue along the soft borders. They reacted to his touch, clenching down and Moss’ own deepening moans were heard by him at the same time.

“That’s it! Fucking rim me deep! I wanna get my smell all over you!” Moss huffed, revealing one of his reasons for doing all of this. He had felt jealous of Kit’s smell being all over Dusty so this was his way of paying him back for that while also expressing his own being with the human, namely his domination that the others would smell on Kit. While being rimmed from deep inside, Moss took it upon himself to help Kit out by freeing the human’s cock from his shorts. It sprung free, flinging a thick rope of precum that landed on Moss’ lower belly.

Kit continued to work his tongue while it was inside of the bear. Being able to smell more of his musk, he twirled the wet muscle all over the surfaces, getting it slick with his own warm saliva. This seemed to please Moss so he continued to explore the clenching tunnel. There was so much for him to lick and he feared that his comparatively smaller tongue wouldn’t be enough to please the ursine but the growing volume of Moss’ moans him grinding his ass against Kit’s ass said otherwise. Running his tongue along, he would press and grind the muscle as well. Doing so in a certain spot caused Moss to jump and Kit figured that he struck the bigger male’s prostate. Doing it again got a similar reaction out of Moss. He jumped a bit and hissed. While Kit couldn’t see was another thick ooze of precum coming from the bear’s pointed tip. From the tender care his balls were given and now the deep rimming, Moss wasn’t sure if he could last for much longer but he wasn’t ready for the fun to end just yet.

He eased himself off, being able to hear Kit’s pants. “You were having a lot of fun back there,” Moss said, using his usual tone of voice to save face. “But we’re not done just yet. I think you know what’s coming next.”

Kit nodded but still felt his heart pounding. The bear was now off the bed, pulling Kit closer to himself via his legs. Keeping hold of them, Moss had them lifted and resting against his small body. When their bodies were close enough, his own length was placed on top of Kit’s. Of course it completely outdid the human’s. Even if Moss was shorter than Dusty down there, he was still much larger than Kit in both length and thickness. It was that added thickness that made Kit equally excited and also wary.

”What’s wrong? Not scared are you?” Moss asked. He ground his hips, rubbing his wet cock over Kit’s. The feeling made the human moan and tremble. “You liked that, pet? You do look rather cute down there.” The bear began to gently rub their cocks together and Kit could feel his shaft getting messy with the bear’s fluids.

Kit found that he couldn’t stop moaning. Having the bear looking down at him with that smug look caused him to blush and he averted his gaze. He was mouldable like clay in the black bear’s hands and Moss knew it. The bear enjoyed watching his partner restrain and respond to his actions. It felt good grinding his cock against Kit’s but it clearly felt much better on the human’s end.

Wanting more out of this, Moss withdrew his cock and changed its position by moving his hips. He was now rubbing his length against the human’s taint and hole. Feeling his hole getting wet with precum made Kit even more excited. His worry was ebbing away, being replaced with pure lust and need for the bigger male, feeling what he usually felt towards Dusty.

Moss could feel the hole winking against his length and that made him excited to feel how tight he was. Not being the kind to deny himself, he drew back a bit and lined his tip with the hole itself. Using his own precum to act as lube, he smeared the substance all over the entrance. Noting the look of need on his face, Moss chuckled and looked Kit in his eyes.

“Are you ready for the big bear? It’s not too late to back out.” There was a mocking tone that Kit picked up on and he felt the need to prove to the bear that he wasn’t feeble. He shook his head and urged Moss to continue, bracing himself for whatever was to come.

It was then pushed inside of him. Kit gasped and groaned from the thick bear meat sliding into him. Though similar in shape to Dusty’s, Moss’ own unique shaft came with its own feelings as it came sliding in. Thankfully there was plenty of precum to act as lubrication and him being with Dusty recently left his hole just loose enough. There was a moment of strain from the thickest part of Moss’ cock easing in but the black bear was showing an unexpected amount of care when easing himself inside. It would have been easy to just ram himself inside but Moss chose to actively ease his inches inside, slowing even more the moment he heard something that could akin to pain. Slowly but surely, the plump bear’s cock was all buried inside of Kit, much to their shared delight. Moss kept himself in there, feeling the soft walls hugging his dick from all sides, already causing another spurt of precum to shoot out.

Moss had the courtesy to wait so the human could adjust to his size. He wanted Kit to enjoy this just as much as he was about to. While waiting it out, the bear still got to look at Kit with that smug expression still on his face.

“Ready?” Moss asked.

”Y-yeah,” Kit said with a nod. As soon as the words were said, there was a pull back and a thrust back in. While doing that his cock had rubbed against the soft walls. The new state of his anus was easy to feel, made slicker and warmer by the bear’s precum being smeared from the motion.

From there, it was much easier for Moss to thrust into the soft hole and it was also easier for Kit to take it. Having Kit’s legs still in his grip, the fat ursine was making low sounds of pleasure while rocking his hips. He could feel Kit’s rim clenching down on his pumping inches, keeping the hold snug around it. After a few disjointed tugs and pushes, a proper pace was set. Moving his lower half in a steady fashion, Moss watched as Kit’s body was being rocked, gazing upon his pleasured expressions and listening to his moans.

“Mmph! It’s so thick…” Kit admitted. Looking at the bear’s thickness was one thing but actually feeling it inside of him was another. It still reached in deep like Dusty’s would but this time he was spread further from the inside. Moss’ girth was impossible to ignore and as the length slid into his deeper parts, he could feel more parts of his passage being stretched out more than before.

“Thanks. I get that a lot,” Moss said. He had no shame in drinking in the other male’s words. Just as Kit enjoyed being spread, the bear felt his cock gliding into those deeper parts where the hugs were tighter. Even as his shaft rocked back and forth, he could feel how snug the human’s insides remained. It felt so good to thrust against and hearing Kit’s moans acted as a fuel that kept him going.

While keeping up the same pace, Moss put a bit more effort into his humping. He kept his cock in deep, letting only so much of it slide out before it was pushed back inside. Having every inch pushed inside, Moss buried in every inch and his balls were pressed firmly to the human’s rump as he ground his hilted cock against the lubricated lining.

“Fuck. You’re still so tight…” Moss muttered.

Kit could hardly respond, being too focused on the pleasure he felt. The cock inside of him was back to moving, still spreading its heat and throbbing against his walls. Beyond the shaft pumping into his insides, there was also an excitement and sensuality that came from his legs being held up. Moss’ large and soft hands were wrapped around them, holding him steady. In addition to his own sounds, there were also the steady huffs from the larger male, being deep and low enough to send vibrations through him as well. With each thrust he could feel and hear the bear’s heavy sack knocking into his body. They continued as long as Moss was still rocking his lower half.

“If I had known it would have felt like this…” Moss said with another low growl. “I would have cozied up to you a long time ago.”

“I don’t like to brag,” Kit said, making the other male chuckle.

"That makes one of us,” Moss said, finally speeding up his thrusts somewhat. When combined with the added power put into them, Kit felt even stronger waves of pleasure coursing through him. His breathing was heavy, his body wouldn’t stop trembling, and his own untouched cock was leaking just as heavily as Moss’ was, spilling the substance onto his own lower body.

As the thrusting continued, Kit felt himself starting to approach his climax without the need of touching himself. In addition to spreading out his passage as a whole the impressive girth hadn’t failed to press down on his prostate, even more than Dusty’s cock did. Having this spot touched multiple times, Kit was melting further from the growing pleasure. Moss recognized the signs of a male being close to their limit.

Desiring more, Moss let himself loose. He had been restraining himself up to this point, but after the next thrust he continued to pound into the human with what seemed to be double the power and speed. Just as he did that, Moss let go of Kit’s legs and placed his large hands on the man’s smooth skinned hips instead. Being completely unprepared for the bear's unrestrained rutting, Kit cried out and his legs were just able to wrap around the ursine’s wide hips. Moss’ hands kept him steady but his body was still being bounced by the harder pumps.

Getting close as well, Moss’ growls were turning into snarls as he continued to pound into him without mercy. The abundance of pre and the stretching out done ahead of time served them both well. It was a lot for Kit but wasn’t [i]too [/i]much for him. He felt stuffed full and was loving it. Being so close to his climax, he wordlessly begged for more via his own deep pants and more firm clenches of his hole.

“Moss… I’m about to-”

“Do it then. Cum. Let it all out,” Moss encouraged. His growly tone of voice sent shivers down the human’s spine. Still thrusting in deep and hard, the black bear was doing his best to hold back, wanting to hold back as long as he could. He wanted to see Kit reach his climax first.

Being unable to hold back anymore, Kit succumbed to the feelings that overtook his entire body. It struck him much harder than he expected. Gripping the bedding in his balled fists, he felt the sensation of bliss and relief wash over him.

With the intensity of his orgasm, Kit was shooting with more force than usual. Reaching up to his lower chest and streaking his stomach, the human unloaded several ropes that led to a small mess being made on himself. Left panting hard from the ordeal, Kit was still being humped into by the onlooking black bear.

Getting all the closer to his own orgasm, Moss put even more passion into his actions. Nearly all of his cock was kept inside of the hole, ramming his cock in roughly. This was kept up until Moss couldn’t keep it up anymore. His length swelled and his balls drew up as he was hilted in still. He felt the overwhelming sensations of his climax, and snarled deeply as he began to cum inside of Kit. Gush after gush of thick bear seed came pouring out, quickly filling Kit’s passage up.

Moss continued to groan and softly hump as felt more throbs and spilling of his seed. He kept the human’s hole plugged, washing the soft surfaces in his hot ejaculate. Being on the receiving end of it all, Kit was still held in place as he felt himself being bred from deep inside. Even after cumming, he still felt added pleasure from the cum filling him up. He never knew that a climax could last so long but there was something so hot about feeling the throbs, swells, and then gushes of more bear spunk. When it finally came to an end, Moss was still panting hard and stuck deep inside of him.

”Ooh… Fuck, I needed that.” He pulled out and noticed the mess that the two of them were in. “Come on, let's get cleaned up.” Moss took it upon himself to carry Kit out of the dwelling and towards the river. They passed by other bears that noticed them, namely the nude human that was still dripping a bit of seed. Some would snicker while others would whistle. Kit blushed but still felt safe in Moss’ arms. When at the river he was set down and the black bear helped him clean up.

“I guess this means Dusty and I are going to be sharing you,” Moss said with a chuckle.

”Lucky me,” Kit said in response. He was glad to finally get clean, feeling very satisfied from what they had done.

“Oh you have no idea,” Moss said with a chuckle. He took some time to wash himself off, needing some extra effort to get the seed out of his pelt. Having his back turned to the human, he was still smirking, knowing that it would take more than a bath in the river to truly get the scent of him off of Kit’s skin. He couldn’t wait to see Dusty’s reaction when he finally returned.

With that taken care of they returned to the dwelling and dried themselves off. Moss had to replace the bedding that had been marked with their seed, making a mental note to clean them later. For the time being he was in the mood for a nap. As soon as he put on some new bedding he got onto the bed and was asleep within minutes, snoring loudly while still in the nude. Kit decided to have a light snack, eating an apple when Dusty finally came back. Before asking any questions, the grizzly began sniffing. He looked at Kit and then at the curtain that hid Moss. “I’m glad the two of you finally got along.” The human was left blushing again as Dusty sat down to do some more woodcarving, having a knowing smile on his face while gently humming to himself.