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Kit had achieved something grand. He had become a full fledged member of the tribe and they were all happy to have him among their ranks. Dusty and Moss were the most happy. Moss used it as a chance to brag, claiming that he had a hand in giving Kit the skills he currently possessed. While the black bear did contribute a few things towards Kit’s overall skill set, it was widely agreed that if anyone had the rights to brag it would be Perch. The brown bear in question had remained very humble and was incredibly proud of Kit. He had also proved that he was a great teacher. Molding a human into a bear was certainly commendable. In fact it was commendable enough to earn him the favor of Beric. The tribe leader had seen the brown bear personally. He was given his due credit for educating Kit and was officially recognized as a great teacher.

“Congratulations, Perch.” Kit approached him when Beric left.

”I wouldn’t have gotten here if it wasn’t for you, little buddy,” Perch said affectionately. He and Kit had become good friends, spending a good amount of time together. And if Kit needed any further lessons he knew just who to come to.

Moss had shaken off the effects of the berries and was back to his usual jobs and so was Dusty. Taking on their tasks of hunting and scouting, Kit was left in the dwelling by himself. The human didn’t mind this and used the time alone to do some cleaning, tidying up the living space. But when that was done he was left without anything more to do. Before this wouldn’t have bothered Kit but he came to realize that he didn’t have a dedicated task of his own. Sure he helped out anyone that needed assistance but that wasn’t what one would call a dedicated task.

So Kit took it upon himself to start taking on tasks that the other bears were on. He was excited at first but things weren’t going the way he planned. His efforts were commendable but Kit found himself more often than not struggling to keep up with his ursine peers. He had skills of his own that gave him the advantage sometimes, like when it came to foraging and picking fruits. But he was outclassed in just about everything else. For a human, he had great strength, reflexes, and stamina. But he still had his limits.

He even found out that the hunting parties arranged by Dusty and Moss weren’t like the official ones. The random bears he was paired with were focused and experienced. There was little chatting done and Kit found himself mostly trailing behind them. They also had a plan of action that didn’t need his arrows. Making things awkward was him asking to take a rest on the way back. They obliged him but were clearly a bit annoyed by this.

He tried with another group but he was left feeling even worse. One of the bears was an archer like him. The dark furred grizzly’s bow was much bigger than Kit’s and the arrows fired by them did a lot more damage than the human’s ever did, having more power behind them. They didn’t even need him and while they were nice, Kit felt like nothing more than a tag-along.

“What’s so wrong with being a helping hand?” Dusty asked when Kit brought it up when he was back home. “I’m surprised it's not an official position. Things have been much smoother with your assistance here and there.”

”And your small hands are good for reaching stuff that’s hard for us to get,” Moss pointed out.

”I guess,” Kit figured. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Following Dusty’s advice, he went back to helping out whenever he could and had to agree that it felt good to get a job done, usually assisting those who were already busy and unable to take the time to get things. He was given compliments and a few things for his work. More than a few times he was told that he had the “heart of a bear.” Kit took it as a well meaning phrase at first but it was starting to get to him as the days went by.

They meant well but Dusty and Moss weren’t understanding where Kit was coming from so he chose to seek an audience with Beric. Luckily the polar bear wasn’t busy and saw the human inside his dwelling. His retainers were at his side, being ready to assist or defend at a moment’s notice. Having them nearby honestly made Kit feel more at ease.

That ease allowed Kit to tell Beric how he was feeling.

”I love it here and I’ll do anything for the sake of the tribe. But I’m sure if I’ve found my place here in the settlement. Moss goes on hunts and Dusty scouts. Perch is a teacher now and I hear that Largo finished his warrior training.”

”Ah, yes,” Beric confirmed with a proud smile. “He had been away at the other settlement. He’s still on his way back but the rumors are true. My son has taken after his father and pursued the life of a warrior.”

”As for your troubles, Kittrick. I must admit that your situation is a unique one. There’s no doubt that you’re a part of this tribe, both here and in the other settlement. I cannot choose your duty for you. It's for every bear to figure out on their own. Some know what they want to do since they are young, like myself and Mallos, while others figure it out with time and reflection, like Dryfus and yourself it seems.”

Kit was afraid that Beric would say that. But the leader of the tribe was right. He had to admire that tribe members were allowed to choose their paths. It seemed that actually finding it was the hardest part.

”I admire you for working hard to become a part of our ranks. But we do have our ways and they are suited to bears. I’m not meaning to shame or disrespect but I can see why you’re having trouble. You’re the only example of a human we have but it's clear that even as adults you lack many of the natural strengths that bears do. I cannot blame you for wanting a bigger role in the tribe but you must also understand your limits.”

”I do understand,” Kit said. He thanked the leader for his time and turned around to leave.

”There is something else,” Beric said. This caught Kit’s attention and he turned around to face Beric. “Try consulting with our elder, Hannoh. He lives on the northeastern edge of camp. His dwelling is a bit secluded by overgrowth.”

”I didn’t know there was an elder,” Kit said.

”He’s always been a loner since he retired. But he also has an interest in the mystical and supernatural. I’m sure he will take a great interest in you as well,” Beric suggested.

”I’ll try him then. Thank you, Beric,” Kit said. He took his leave and followed the directions given to him by the leader. He approached the overgrowth that had always been in the northeastern corner of the camp but looking further he indeed saw that there was something beyond.

Taking a deep breath, the human pushed his way through the scratchy bushes. He could only figure that the bushes were there to deter unwanted visitors. The lack of a pelt made it particularly uncomfortable for Kit but he soldiered on and made his way through, groaning and wincing a bit as he stepped away from them. The dwelling was in front of him. It was small, made for one, and in surprisingly good condition. While the greenery outside was left to grow without limitation, the house itself was clearly being maintained.

This dwelling was particularly unique as it had a door. That certainly said something considering that Beric’s own quarters lacked one. Everyone in the tribe was open with each other in many ways so seeing a door actually struck Kit as an odd sight in an odd way. He felt a bit nervous as he stepped closer to it. Raising his hand and balling his fist, Kit began to knock on the door. As soon as he did he heard a muffled voice. He stepped back when the door was opened. It swung and a sun bear was revealed to Kit, asking who was there in an irritated tone of voice. Most of the bear’s pelt was grayed and his expression was hard until he actually looked down to see the human.

”Oh. It's you,” the sun bear said. His tone of voice was much calmer. “So they finally told you I exist.”

”Beric did,” Kit said. He was feeling a bit awkward as the sun bear was looking him over. He even leaned down to sniff at his body.

”I’ve heard many things about you. And now that I’m getting a good look I can’t help but wonder how you’ve managed to survive so long. You’ve got no fur. Your fangs are tiny and what kind of claws are those supposed to be?” The sun bear continued looking him over and seemed unimpressed.

“I came here because Beric thought you could maybe help me. I’m trying to find my place in the tribe,” Kit explained.

”What does that have to do with me? I’m retired now and don’t have time to concern myself with things like that. You’ll just have to figure it out like everyone else,” Hannoh huffed. He was clearly curious about the furless creature but not enough to indulge in his ridiculous problems.

”I understand,” Kit said, showing the elder his due respect. He turned around to leave and that’s when the sun bear gasped.

”Hold on just a moment. Those marks on your shoulder,” Hannoh inquired.

“My tribal tattoo? I got it yesterday,” Kit said.

“No. The one on your other shoulder!” the sun bear hissed. “Those three claw marks!”

”Oh. That’s been on me longer. Actually, it was on my shoulder when Dusty found me. The day he led me here. I can’t remember anything beyond waking up in the forest,” Kit said honestly.

”Interesting…” Hannoh said aloud. “I guess you can come in. But only if I can take a closer look at those marks.”

”Uh, sure.” Kit agreed and was allowed in. The sun bear’s dwelling was well lit inside by the open window and fragrant candles that were lit. One of the walls was taken up by a large shelf lined with old looking books and scrolls. Apart from that the interior looked similar to the one that Kit lived in: having tapestries, paintings, and carvings hung up in various places for added decoration.

“Your dwelling is nice,” Kit said.

Hannoh mumbled a response. His focus was searching through some books and scrolls, clearly looking for something. He continued to fumble through the collected knowledge until he seemingly found what he was looking for. The sun bear mumbled to himself again and brought with him a scroll. When unfurling a portion of it Hannoh found what he was looking for. There was a detailed illustration and some info along with it. The illustration was of three claw marks and it matched perfectly with the tattoos on Kit’s shoulder.

“It's a perfect match,” Hannoh muttered to himself.

“What is?” Kit asked curiously.

”The mark,” the ursine said. “And it's no ordinary mark either. It’s the Mark of the Blessed.”

”Mark of the Blessed?” Kit repeated. He was completely confused. One moment he was seemingly told to go away by the sun bear and then invited in the moment his other tattoo was spotted. And it supposedly had special significance?

The sun bear hummed and read further from the scroll. “It's an old legend. Supposedly the tribe was once guided by a guardian spirit. The spirit also blessed those with it deemed worthy, leaving a mark that signified their blessed status. At least that’s how the legends go. Nowadays the tribe has little use for superstitions and the like. But even as a cub I had interest in the tales of old. I believed them as well but never had proof that any of it was real. Until now at least. You’re living proof, furless.”

Kit wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “So this means that I’m blessed. And I’m the only one?”

“As far as I’m concerned. Like I said. There’s not much need for spiritual intervention these days,” Hannoh said with a light scoff. “But even when I was young the records in these scrolls and books were regarded as nothing more than legends.”

”But now I think you’re a living sign. A strange creature with a strange mark on his body. I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss it as a coincidence.”

Being curious, Kit began to look through a few of the books and scrolls. It was first done to sate his curiosity but the human found himself becoming interested in the old legends and tales that some of them contained. Hannoh looked a bit happy to see someone interested in them. He found something interesting. A legend about the “chosen.” Those who were supposedly favored by the spirits and rewarded. That sounded interesting but the info about it was rather vague and short. Bless ones, chosen ones. Even those who spoke for the spirits. There were all kinds of spirits supposedly, keeping the balance of nature and having domain over a certain species, elements, or phenomenons.

“You’re welcome to take that with you,” Hannoh offered. “Maybe it will do you more good than it did me.”

”So I could be one of these “Blessed Ones” chosen by the spirits?” Kit asked curiously.

”Who’s to say?” Hannoh asked with a shrug. “These are just legends. I find your presence and that mark on you interesting but I wouldn’t go jumping to conclusions. Some of them are made for entertainment and some were made to explain things that the old tribe didn’t understand at the time. There’s a whole world out there. You’ve obviously come from somewhere. Maybe you and that mark came from the same place.”

Kit nodded and thanked the bear for the books he was allowed to keep and he announced his leave. Before he actually left the sun bear told him how to navigate through the bushes without being scratched. Kit thanked him and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. He navigated through the bushes without being scratched and carried his new books back home.

Dusty and Moss still had yet to come home. Kit took advantage of the time alone. He was lying on the bed and reading from the old books, finding the tales and descriptions of various spirits very interesting. He kept Hannoh’s words in mind to consider them as mere tales for entertainment or to explain what was once believed to be supernatural forces. He quietly read to himself until he heard Dusty and Moss return together. The two bears were heard talking to each other, going back and forth about the day that they had.

Kit set the books aside and returned to the main area of their home, greeting the grizzly and black bear. They noticed that he was in a better mood and gave him a smile. Dusty had brought more fruit to restock the bowl on the table while Moss was taking off his loincloth. Kit had just noticed that it was wet and he asked why.

”I stepped on a thorn and scared the deer that we were stalking. So I chased it across the stream.” Moss’ answer was brief and it was obvious that he was a bit bothered by it.

”Did you get it?” Kit asked.

”Yes. I did,” Moss said.

”Well there you go. I think you’ve got some kind of hunting luck.”

”How so?” the black bear asked.

“It's a miracle that you bring anything back at all. You’re the clumsiest hunter I’ve ever known,” Kit said with a laugh. Moss groaned and tossed the wet loincloth at the human. It hit Kit and he groaned but was still chuckling.

Moss looked amused now, knowing that Kit was just trying to mess with him. Kit hung up the cloth so it could dry and came back with a towel. As a sort of apology, the human began to dry off Moss’ still wet fur. The black bear let the human tend to him. Kit rubbed the fabric into the black pelt and felt the towel getting wetter gradually. He started at the ankles and gave both legs plenty of rubbing until the pelt was nearly dry. The wetness had reached up to crotch level and that led to Kit circling around the ursine. He started at the back, rubbing the towel all over the black bear’s wide and plump backside in a slow manner obviously meant to tease.

While Dusty was chewing on some fruit, Moss made a low noise as he felt his butt being rubbed, even when the fur was dry Kit was still rubbing.

”Having fun back there?” Moss asked. “You’re not gonna leave the job half done, are you?”

Kit moved away from the backside and he moved to the front, working the towel along the upper legs and thighs. He was saving the crotch for last and Moss could feel anticipation welling up within him. The waiting paid off when the towel began tracing over his sheath. It was done with an added gentleness that wasn’t present before. Moss couldn’t help but let out a sigh of enjoyment, feeling his sheath starting to tingle. It seemed that Kit’s aim was to tease and stimulate more than actually dry him off. Sure enough the tip of his cock had poked out and Kit pulled the towel back to get a good look at it.

“Is this your way of apologizing?” Moss asked with a smirk.

“It can be.” Admittedly, Kit had intended to actually do something nice for Moss but it was hard for him to resist the allure of the bear’s soft looking and feeling body. He dropped the towel and reached his hands up to caress the black furred bear’s face. Pulling towards him, he guided Moss’ head downwards. When close enough, Kit pressed his own mouth against the bear’s. His tongue pushed past Moss’ lips.

This surprised Moss but he immediately began to melt and moan from the wet muscle sliding over his own tongue. Moss began to move his and they were gently kissing together. The sounds of their kissing could already be felt and Dusty continued to watch them, staying quiet as he watched the passion between his other two partners heating up.

After letting Kit lead for a bit, Moss was pushing his larger tongue forwards and into Kit’s mouth. His moans were growing louder as he explored the human’s mouth. Kit reacted to this, shivering from the heat that was blossoming from deep within. His own tongue reeled back and he let the black bear take control. He supplemented that by rubbing his hands against Moss’ chest, teasing the soft pecs that were covered in warm and plush fur. This did well to rouse Moss further.

The bear’s hand came up and he pressed it to the back of Kit’s head. Keeping the human steady, Moss shoved more of his tongue over the man’s. Kit moaned around it, feeling the hot and thick appendage taking up more space in his mouth and even pressing at the start of his throat. Another push led to Kit’s throat being slowly spread. A shudder of excitement raced up Kit’s spine when the tongue had begun to sink into his windpipe.

Moss could feel the tightness of his partner’s throat and felt his own arousal growing. It was easy to see. His cock was sliding from his sheath, steadily extending until every inch had come out. The hot meat was twitching against Kit’s stomach and that feeling made the human moan even louder, his cock growing hard within his shorts. Kit felt his lust growing with time. The more they did the more aroused he became.

He wasn’t the only one. Moss kept himself close to Kit. Not just their mouths but their bodies as a whole. While having his tongue in Kit’s throat, the black bear was also rocking his hips a bit, grinding his cock against the smooth skin of Kit’s front. Kit could feel the warmth and then wetness of his precum leaking out. While kissing him so deeply, the chubby ursine was moaning in a deeper tone. He could feel himself becoming riled up and was in the mood for more. His tongue was pulled free from Kit’s mouth and throat. The both of them panted and their lusts could nearly be felt in the air around them.

Dusty cleared his throat, reminding the two of his own presence. “Can I get a kiss too?” he asked.

”Of course you can,” Kit said as he neared the approaching grizzly.

He was prepared to kiss the other bear on the muzzle but Dusty didn’t want that. “It's been a while since I’ve gotten a kiss here.” The bigger bear lifted one arm and pointed to the pit with the other. Kit nodded in understanding and even felt excitement welling up in him all over again.

When their bodies were close together, the human eased his face closer to the bear’s armpit. It had been a while since he had done this. That made it all the more appealing. Pressing himself against the bear’s side, Kit hovered his face in front of the area. The bears were fresh from their duties. Dusty had been scouting, walking about the territory and looking around while under the warm sun. His efforts were easy to smell and it was now Kit’s turn to melt.

After taking in a few deep whiffs of the alluring aroma of male bear, Kit decided to go for broke and he pressed his face directly into the cleft. He hummed against the brown fur. The sweat that made the space damp was already getting on Kit’s skin. As Dusty asked, the human began to “kiss” the pit. He ran his tongue along the curvature. With the difference in size between them, there was a lot of area for the man to cover.

The smell and taste of Dusty’s light sweat was intoxicating. After the first draw of his tongue, Kit couldn’t help himself but do it again and again. He kept his face pressed against the underarm and worked his tongue all over. Basking in the bear’s musk aroused him further. His cock was straining in the shorts that covered it and the front was becoming wet from his own precum.

Kit gave the same treatment to the other pit, cleaning away the sweat and some of the scent with just his tongue. Dusty was reacting to Kit’s actions the entire time. Keeping himself steady and holding his arm up to give the smaller male access, shivers ran up his own spine from Kit’s wet muscle sliding, tracing, and twirling. He could also feel Kit’s warm breath as well. In between the licking his partner was sniffing him as well, something that Dusty found particularly arousing. When Kit was finished he eased himself from the other pit and took a few steps back. He could see that Dusty was full erect as well, his cock lifting up his loincloth.

They were all aroused now and it was clear that they wanted each other. Moss especially felt that some release was just what he needed after that whole hunting ordeal. Taking the lead, he led Kit to the bedroom and Dusty followed suit. They were all on the large bed together and Kit asked them what they wanted to do. Moss said that he had a “surprise” for the human. Dusty on the other hand admitted that he wanted to be inside of the human. He was blushing when Kit gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

With that decided they got into position. Dusty was sitting up against the headboard of the bed and had Kit sitting on his lap. He was nuzzling his soft facial fur against Kit’s own face before lifting him up and carefully positioning him.

They were full of need for each other but Dusty was still gentle with him. He lowered Kit down and his cocktip poked against the human’s soft hole. They both moaned but the grizzly restrained himself for a moment, taking the time to smear his precum all over the entrance. His tip was also slathered in the stuff when he began to push his length inside. They moaned out together as the bear’s length began sliding into the soft passage. Kit pressed his back to Dusty’s soft gut as he felt his hole being stretched and filled.

In time they reached the base of Dusty’s cock. All of his inches were inside now, pulsing against the warm walls. More precum was leaking out of Dusty. He kept himself in deep, giving his partner the chance to adjust to his size. Kit told that he was ready and Dusty began to move his hips. Holding Kit’s body steady with his hands, the grizzly’s cock was pulled back and then pushed back in deep. Dusty was already starting to growl, obviously loving the pleasure that came from grinding his shaft along the hugging insides.

”Oh, Dusty…” Kit moaned as another pull and push came. The bear’s cock was tugged and then gently shoved into the deeper parts of his hole. A rush of pleasure came from this and the human’s own untouched cock was throbbing and leaking. It was hard for him to not voice his enjoyment. Dusty was hitting his sweet spots and the way he was held brought an added sensuality. It went beyond just carnal desires. There was an added layer to it that came from their shared romantic feelings.

Dusty felt that it was time to pick up the pace and he did so by thrusting faster. With the added speed also came increased power. The sounds of his body and balls connecting with Kit were more easily heard and their voices grew louder as well. Dusty was reacting to the added tightness that came from the clenches of Kit’s ass. At the same time, Kit was of course experiencing a greater rush of pleasure from the thrusts coming faster and harder. Spots like his prostate were given more stimulation and the shaft was reaching even deeper now.

Though he didn’t have his face lodged in the grizzly’s pit, Kit could still smell the scent that wafted from Dusty’s body. With more precum leaking out, the simple act of moving his cock along the walls became easier. Desiring more of those firm clenches, the brown furred bear aimed specifically for the prostate and doing so got him what he wanted.

Moss had been watching the two gradually become all the more passionate with their sex. Acting when he felt the time was right, he reminded the human that he was still there. This was done by his feet reaching out to rub over Kit’s chest and stomach. Slowly they slid down the human’s body until they reached his erection. He began to tease Kit’s length with them. One foot began to carefully rub at his balls while the other was grinding against the cock. A huff came from Kit as he felt the sole rubbing along his inches. It was already becoming wet from the precum that was leaking from his tip and the substance being smeared on the sole made the pleasure stronger.

“Did you miss them?” Moss asked with a smirk and chuckle, referring to his footpaws.

Kit nodded and Moss brought both of feet up, sandwiching them between the human’s throbbing shaft. He slid them both upwards until he reached the tip and then pushed them down again. Precum was still leaking out and it was being smeared onto both of his roles. They began to slide back and forth, easing up and down the hot and throbbing length.

Between the anal penetration and the feet that were working his length, Kit could do little more than moan and squirm. Moss kept the pleasure strong by pressing his soles together with greater pressure. Now when he ran them along the length it was done easily thanks to the abundant amount of precum. There was also a wet sound that came with each tug upwards and downwards.

Both bears wanted Kit to enjoy himself just as much as they were enjoying him. It was why Dusty made sure to aim for spots like the prostate each time he thrust in. And while the pleasure he felt wasn’t direct, Moss was gaining a sense of satisfaction from the throbs against his feet and the precum that leaked out. Kit clearly couldn’t get enough of them and Moss was eager to please.

Gradually, the black bear was picking up the pace of his footjob and pressed his feet even closer together. Kit’s moans were growing louder and his shaft was pulsating even harder. Moss just grinned as he jerked his feet up and down, making sure that he teased every inch. Kit endured the mixed pleasure of the moving feet and pounding of his ass for as long as he could.

But eventually his body stiffened and a series of strained grunts came from him. Moss continued to tease his length as the human came. His cock swelled and pulsed as he unleashed ropes of cum all over the bear’s feet. The movements of Moss’ feet became slower and lighter, just enough to give Kit extra pleasure and milk out a bigger load than usual. He could certainly feel it by how messy both of his soles were.

“He’s all yours. For now.” Moss eased his feet off from the softening shaft. Dusty nodded and grunted again as he held Kit a bit tighter, keeping the furless body closer to himself.

Dusty was getting close to his limits. His thrusting became even rougher and faster. The pleasure was immediately more intense for the both of them. The sounds that came from Dusty were deeper and more aggressive. Moss felt his own heart beating faster as the more dominant side of Dusty was starting to show itself. The sounds of their bodies connecting and the wet sounds were louder. Smacks and slicks from the excess of precum that lined the silky passage. It allowed Kit to endure the stronger and faster rutting. Though he already came, the human was still moaning out from the surges that overtook him.

After a few more pushes of the bear’s cock into the man’s depths, Dusty snarled and kept himself hilted as he came thick and hot loads of his seed. Kit felt cum washing over already messy and glazed insides. Feeling Dusty’s warm breath on the side of his face and the hard throbs of the bear’s shooting erection. Dusty continued to hold onto him, basking in the intense feelings of his climax. He also wanted to hold Kit, keeping him close while he deposited his seed. KIt didn’t mind and let himself be cradled by the grizzly, feeling comforted and safe as he came down from his own climax. Dusty had pulled out slowly and Kit groaned from some of the seed leaking out of him.

“O-okay. Your turn, Moss.”

”About time,” the black bear said. Dusty got up from the bed and left the two to their own devices for the time being. He was spent sexually and decided to bring them back dinner from the gathering in the settlement’s square.

“Looks like it's just you and me,” Moss said. He drew his tongue over the brown fur of his muzzle in a hungry manner. “You gave Dusty’s pits a good cleaning so it's only fair that I get a cleaning too.”

Kit agreed but the black bear didn’t present an underarm. Instead he told Kit to lie down flat. Kit did so and watched as Moss carefully climbed on top of him. He was in a position to ride. But his hands were on the human’s chest and his rump was hovering over Kit’s face.

Moss planted his butt down, giving the human some leeway so he wouldn’t be suffocated. Kit appreciated that and appreciated the musk that reached his nose even more. Moss felt his rim being sniffed and bit his lip, feeling his own lust already flaring hot.

”Mmm… You like that. Go ahead. Get a good whiff of it.” The black bear put a little more weight down, enough to rub his rump and balls over Kit’s face, smearing his own light musk on the human’s already marked face. Kit felt the sweat and scent clinging to him and moaned. Moss felt a bit of pleasure from rubbing his tender areas against the furless and kept it up for a bit before he comfortably rested his rim directly against the man’s lips.

Without being told to do so, Kit began to lick the bear’s rim. The licks were smooth and warm. A shiver ran through Moss. He hadn’t expected the other male to be so eager. But he certainly wasn’t going to complain or tell him to stop either. The feeling of Kit’s unique tongue on his tailhole was more than enough to bring about waves of pleasure. With his hole becoming wet with saliva, Moss was growing more aroused and he was already wanting more.

“Fuck. Come on. Use that tongue like you mean it. Stop teasing and give me something I can [i]really [/i]feel!” Moss said with an impatient growl.

Doing what he was told, the human gave the rim another lick but he kept his tongue focused to slowly press it inside. The slowness of the penetration allowed Moss to really feel himself being spread. He pushed down though, preferring things to be rough. More of Kit’s tongue slipped inside and he made a sound of approval from the feeling.

Having a good portion of his tongue inside, Kit began to move it back and forth, grinding along the walls and making them spread. His saliva was being smeared along the surfaces, adding to the warmth that Moss was already feeling. He could hear the bear moaning from his actions and that encouraged him to take things a bit further. He felt around with his tongue and found the bear’s prostate, giving it a few direct swipes and presses.

“Oh yeah! Just like that!” Moss praised. His cock was rock hard and leaking but he didn’t touch it. He let the pleasure build on its own and focused on the raw sensations that came from being licked like this. Apart from his own moans, Kit could be heard moaning as well, clearly enjoying the bear’s musky rump.

Hearing Kit’s enjoyment fueled the bear’s ego. “Yeah, you love my ass, don’t you? Shove that tongue in. All of it!”

Kit complied with the black bear’s wishes and pushed the rest of his tongue inside. Moss grunted but then moaned. This was just what he wanted, the deeper parts of his hole being touched and spread by the human’s tongue. Kit continued to move his tongue about, grinding and swirling it against those soft surfaces that were squeezing down in response. Kit had heard Moss’ moan and noticed that it had a higher toned pitch to it.

Moss had also noticed that he let that slip out. He blushed and immediately pressed more of his ass down to save face. His spread rim was pressed to the human’s lips and Moss could feel that. “Hehe. How about kissing this?”

While having his tongue fully inserted, Kit pressed his lips to the rim. As best he could, he started kissing and sucking on it. Moss shuddered from this and Kit felt a drip of precum fall onto his lower stomach. Moss began encouraging him, telling the bear to suck on his ass and rim it deeper. Upon doing so Moss’ ass clenched down on the tongue with greater force and another drip of precum had fallen onto Kit’s stomach.

Biting his lip a bit harder, Moss was starting to get lost in the tongue’s movements. Kit’s licking was becoming smoother and bit faster as well. He was getting the hang of this deep and prolonged rimming. The growing wetness of their saliva and touching of his prostate kept him reacting. Groans and shudders that he couldn’t help. Moss had to actively keep his higher toned moans at bay. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for Kit to see that side of himself just yet.

KIt wasn’t aware of Moss’ feelings. He was entirely focused on the scents and taste of his other partner. The movements of his tongue were simple and slightly repetitive but they appeared to please Moss. Every once in a while he would do something different and would feel the bear jump a bit along with the now more frequent dribbles of precum. Kit was able to explore the bear’s depths further. His tongue managed to slide in just a bit deeper. While it was a simple thing for him Moss reacted with another loud and passionate moan.

Moss turned and looked over when he heard chuckling and there was Dusty. He had returned. Three portions of freshly cooked meat from the bonfire were waiting for them on the table.

“Hope I haven’t missed too much,” the grizzly said.

”Don’t worry. Kit and I are having a great time.”

”Glad to hear it. But you’ve got a little something…” Dusty allured while getting on the bed as well.

Dusty’s focus was on the black bear’s feet. They were still covered in Kit’s seed. He took it upon himself to start lapping up the fluid. He hummed from the taste that met his tongue and Moss was enjoying the dual sensations of being rimmed by a human’s tongue and a foot being cleaned by another bear’s tongue at the same time.

Dusty was starting to moan as he ran his tongue along the foot, even easing some of Moss’ toes into his soft muzzle. He suckled on them softly, running his tongue in between the digits too. Moss wiggled them, showing his enjoyment. He pressed his toes against the moving tongue. Dusty hummed in response and continued sucking. He gave attention to each toe until they were all free of spunk. It was then that he eased off.

Dusty wasted no time moving on. His attention was given to the other foot and he started with the sole. It was slathered in cum and his tongue lapped over it, slowly dragging along the length. Tasting both Kit’s seed and Moss’ foot sweat together was more than what he could ask for. Just like before he licked and sucked on the toes when the sole was clean and eased himself off. While free of any cum, Moss’ paws were still wet and shimmering with saliva.

”Thanks,” he said. His tone was surprisingly affectionate.

Moss was able to focus on the pleasure of being rimmed again. At this point the black bear’s insides were hot and slick from so much saliva.

“Ooaah!” Moss moaned again, reacting to an extra firm press to his prostate. From then on the black bear’s voice was louder and that pitch had come back again. Moss was unable to contain it as Kit continued licking him. “O-okay. T-that’s enough..!”

Kit stopped licking and Moss eased himself off. He was leaning forwards on his knees, his rump still pointed at the human. Kit could see the rim still winking and it was shiny from the saliva that coated it.

”Sounds like he was doing a good job,” Dusty said, saying so with the intent of teasing Moss. It worked as the black bear was blushing underneath his fur.

“I’ve never heard you moan like that before,” Kit acknowledged.

Dusty spoke for the black bear who just groaned. “Moss is actually more of a…receiver than a giver.”

”Oh…” Kit said in realization. He saw the look on Moss’ face and pressed himself against the black bear. “I don’t mind. I think it's cute.”

”It's not supposed to be cute…” Moss said.

”Aww, come on. He was going to find out sooner or later. Just own it, Moss.”

“Fine then,” Moss said. “I’ll own it.”

He turned his attention to Kit and smirked. “You’re pretty good with that tongue. I guess you can finish the job. But you better make me not regret it.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kit said with a chuckle.

Moss nodded and got into proper position. Being on his hands and knees, he presented his large rump to the human. Kit gazed upon it as he came in and got himself in position as well. His cock was lined up to the well-licked opening. A great sense of thrill rushed through Kit as he was behind someone so much bigger than himself.

Moss told him to put it in and Kit did so. It was easy for him to insert his length. The deep licking and abundance of saliva allowed his cock to sink without issue. He felt how tight Moss was and moaned out. After another push all of his inches were inside, sitting in the black bear’s depths.

Moss felt the human insert himself and while physically smaller, Kit’s cock managed to bring him pleasure, being certainly long enough to touch the prostate again. Kit asked if Moss was ready. The bear collected himself and told Kit to go ahead.

Kit began thrusting, rubbing his cock back and forth along the walls that his licking had lubricated. He moaned out from this, feeling how snug the tailhole was despite his tongue’s earlier stretching. While Kit was getting into it, Moss was starting to moan from the feeling. The cock was slipping into him so easily and he felt himself being further stretched and filled.

“Mmm…” Moss hummed. His eyes met Dusty. He blushed again but the grizzly gave him a look of encouragement. The black bear gathered some confidence and told Kit to go harder.

Kit was surprised to hear this. That Moss wanted him to thrust harder even though they just started. But Dusty wordlessly nodded, urging him to do so. Kit nodded back and kicked things up a notch. The slick state of Moss’ ass made it easy for him to go at this new pace. It was done awkwardly at first but Kit was gradually getting into it. He was also proving that he had a good length on him despite the obvious differences in his size compared to either of the bears.

Thrusting in this way brought Kit greater pleasure. His cock touching the prostate again earned him a clench that caused the both of them to moan. As he was starting to grunt and pant Moss was letting out more moans, these being noticeably higher pitched in tone. Instead of trying to hold them back, the black furred bear just let himself be heard and this side of himself be recognized.

”Y-you feel really good…” Kit said, groaning as he released some precum.

”Y-yeah, I know…” Moss said, groaning as well from another thrust that reached deep inside. “

Kit's thrusts were becoming more even. While capable of acting as a top it was only now that Kit realized that he had been bottoming for the bears until now, not that he minded this. He was assured by Moss’ groans and more squeezes of his hole. Pushing through them brought him greater pleasure and this also brought out more of those pitched moans from Moss. The bear unexpectedly pushed himself back and Kit’s next push led to his length sliding in deeper.

”G-give me more!” Moss demanded.

Kit nodded and he began pounding the hole, slamming his cock in even deeper. Almost immediately Moss’ moans became louder and the squeezes of his tailhole were firmer. Kit was thrusting against the saliva and also his precum. The slick fluids made the passage extra slippery and easier to thrust into. All of his length was pushed in and each thrust ended with his crotch pressed against the soft rump cheeks.

Moss was fully embracing the pleasure, his body trembling and cock leaking heavily from the continued pummeling of his walls. Kit was proving himself to be a pretty good top. Dusty was watching from the sidelines, also being impressed with the way that Kit was handling himself. He started out shakily at first but was now fully into it and Moss’ unrelenting moans were undeniable proof as well.

”I’m getting close,” Kit announced.

”Don’t stop!” Moss said, being near his climax as well.

Kit rocked his body with all the speed that he could muster, keeping a firm grip on the bear’s hips as he did so. He was also reaching his shaft as deep as he could into the still gripping tailhole. The sounds of his hips pushing against the soft rump were repeatedly heard. The thrusting was done in a fashion that Kit’s balls were making contact with the bear’s furry pair.

Moss had endured the best he could but was pushed over the edge. He moaned out again as another prostate touch caused him to cum. Without being touched, his cock throbbing and began shooting seed onto the bedding. He was still being thrust into and the added pleasure was making his orgasm stronger and it was lasting longer than usual.

Kit moaned out as well and came inside of the bear’s hole. It was clenching down on his cock even harder now. Spurts of his seed were released from very deep inside and Moss could feel the heat and stickiness blossoming from his depths. The rhythmic clenching of the black bear’s ass milked out thick ropes from the human’s shaft. Kit kept himself lodged in deep until he was finished, pulling himself out with a groan.

“That was really good,” Kit said, giving the bear’s rump an affectionate rub.

”Y-yeah it was…” Moss agreed, sighing in satisfaction.

They got themselves cleaned up and the bedding was changed out. The food waiting for them was still hot thankfully and they ate dinner together. Moss eagerly dug into his fill while Dusty and Kit ate at a slower pace. After their meal the human excused himself and returned to the bedroom to keep reading from the book. He continued to read various old tales and descriptions.

He was starting to feel tired after a while and so were the other bears. Dusty and Moss climbed into bed on either side of him and Kit instantly felt at ease, having two large furry bodies to lay against. For this night he chose to lay against Moss. The black bear was always the first to fall asleep. His soft body and steady breathing was just what Kit needed to drift off as well…

When Kit woke up he had a newfound determination and curiosity in him. He had breakfast with Moss and Dusty. They had woken up before him and were talking back and forth. The two greeted him and Kit did the same. The human took a fruit and began to eat it.

He wanted to say something to them before they would leave. “Dusty. Moss. I figured out that you don’t hunt like the other bears.”

”Oh yeah…” Moss said. The air between them instantly became awkward.

“Kit. It’s not that we thought you couldn’t handle it-” Dusty started.

”I know,” the human said, cutting the grizzly off. “I did some thinking about it and realized some things. Moss is too clumsy to be on a regular hunting party and I know you’re not much of a hunter, Dusty. And I’d rather be on your version of hunts than theirs.”

“I hear that,” Moss muttered.

“Has this been bothering you, Kit?” Dusty asked.

Kit nodded and took a breath. He began telling them how he felt in the best way that he could. That the bears could carry out tasks with such ease. Kit knew he had his “advantages” but him being able to reach into narrow spaces and sneak around didn’t feel like much compared to the raw power that the bears possessed.

Sometimes he felt like a liability, just tagging along or someone meant to pick up the pieces left behind by the bears. He actually didn’t mind helping out. It felt good to assist his fellow tribemates but at the same time he just couldn’t help wishing he had a bigger role. Something suited to him.

”We can help you find it,” Dusty offered. Moss gave the other bear a look of annoyance, not being happy to be volunteered on behalf of someone else.

“That’s okay. I can find it on my own. I’m not in a rush. Like I said: I’m happy to help,” Kit said with a self assured smile.

After their breakfast Dusty left for his scouting Dusty while Moss had some errands to run. Kit left as well and sought to help out as he usually did. The first bear he assisted was Perch. The brown bear was needing some more wood to craft some training weapons with. He asked if Kit could help him with collecting wood. Of course the human agreed and the two went off together.

They talked and joked along the way. Perch was a very good friend of Kit’s and he was also a mentor, still having some things to teach the human. They gathered some wood. Kit did his best to carry his weight and Perch reminded him to pace himself because they were going to be going a bit further than usual.

When they came back they had more than enough wood to work with. Perch was very pleased and offered to make something new for Kit in return. The human was glad to hear it but for the time being he was also looking for someone else to help. Nobody else seemed to need help at the moment so he decided to visit Hannoh. He weaved through the bushes and knocked on the door. It was opened and Hannoh actually greeted him this time.

”Come in,” the sun bear said curtly.

Kit did so and instantly felt a peace and comfort from the setting that surrounded him. The usual noise of the tribe was muffled. An appealing scent came from the lit candles and Hannoh had a small kitchen in his dwelling. He was brewing a tea that he offered to the human.

”I did some digging of some old records. I thought you would like to read them,” Hannoh said. They were more than just legends. What the sun bear presented Kit with were actual writings from past tribe members. Some were very old looking and a bit hard to read but Kit found it all exciting.

“It's so refreshing to see someone who wants to know our history,” Hannoh said with an unexpected fondness in his voice.

Kit was aware that the bears still valued some of their old ways but he could understand what Hannoh was trying to say. The tribe upheld some old traditions but were more focused on the future and continued prosperity. There was no doubt that the tribe was in a good place but it was a bit sad to imagine possible old ways fading into further obscurity.

He thanked Hannoh for the records and finished his tea before bidding Hannoh a farewell, taking the records with him. As soon as he could, Kit read them. He was again enthralled by the words on the old pages and the descriptions of the older tribe ways. To his surprise things weren’t greatly different back then. There were a few interesting things. Some of the records described a time when the bear groups were separate. Species such as grizzlies, black bears, and pandas had all lived close to each other but saw themselves as individual tribes.

There were other things. More mentions of spirits but this time rituals were being described. At one point there was a dedicated tribe member that would act as a conduit, speaking with and for the forces of nature that fueled their way of life. Kit found that interesting as the bears of the present were very much appreciative of nature. They gave thanks for successful hunts and didn’t hunt more than needed. Fallen wood was used before trees were cut and the tribe did well to not waste the resources they had available.

As the days passed Kit continued to spend more time with Hannoh. It became a regular routine. He would take time out of his day to “bother” the sun bear. Even if Hannoh had nothing to offer or lend, Kit would still stick around for a bit. They began to chat. Kit asked the old bear about his youth and Hannoh was happy to answer.

Kit was surprised to hear that Hannoh was a popular warrior when he was young. He had been tall and strong. One to call when you or someone else was in danger. Like his peers, Hannoh had little care of the past at the time either. The collection had been gathered by his father. It was when he passed that Hannoh started to read them, being unable to get rid of them. It was then he learned that value of knowledge and learning from the past.

After some time Kit asked why the sun bear was all alone.

Hannoh had nothing against the other bears. It was simply because his other friends had already passed on. “Out with the old, in with the new as they say.”

“Well don’t be so eager to go. I’m just starting to like you,” Kit joked. They laughed together and Hannoh said, admitting that it would be nice to get out and have another adventure.

Kit was thinking about this when he returned to his dwelling. Over the last few days he had been reading through the records. He was delving in deeper and discovering some new things. But he stumbled upon something. It was talking about an old ritual of blessing. Gathering elements of the land and paying respects to nature in exchange for good fortune and prosperity. Apparently it was a ritual “not meant for them” but it was performed anyway in hopes of still getting a blessing from the spirits of nature.

Kit read further and learned that the ritual was something the bears had been taught. Its origin was unknown, coming from an undescribed place simply called “the beyond.” The ritual was meant for those who bore special marks. The human felt his heartbeat increase from the marks’ description, being a perfect match for his own. He didn’t sleep much that night, being too excited to show Hannoh what he discovered.

When the next day came, Kit was the first to leave the dwelling, much to Dusty and Moss’ surprise. Having the specific pages in hand, Kit made a beeline for Hannoh’s dwelling. The sun bear wasn’t happy to have his door knocked on so early but he softened when he saw Kit. He knew that the human would have only done this if it was important. That meant he found something worth his time. Hannoh invited him inside. It was lucky that he had some more tea and fruits that he planned on having for breakfast. Kit was invited to join him and the human did so, sitting on the end of the kitchen table.

Before getting to the exciting part, the two enjoyed a quiet meal together.

”Now. What’s got you pounding on my door before the birds are even chirping?” Hannoh asked.

“I found this.” Kit revealed the first page and what he found. Hannoh grew interested as well and then excited when the mark was mentioned.

”I knew there was something special about it. Having a legend about it is one thing but these records were written by bears that actually lived.”

”I was thinking that we could go out and try it,” Kit suggested.

“You want to try out the ritual?” Hannoh asked with surprise. “What if it’s just a bunch of old folk tales?”

”But you just said-”

Hannoh chuckled and placed the page on the table between them. “I’m glad that you’ve taken an interest. And I’ll admit, my curiosity is piqued.”

“There’s some instructions for the ritual here,” Kit said, having another page with the information. Hannoh read over it. Kit could see that there was a fire in the older male’s eyes.

”I can’t say if this will really work but… What’s the harm in trying?”

They gathered some things together and made their way out. The tribe members were surprised to see Hannoh out but they gave him his respect. Kit was awed to see how they acted in the sun bear’s presence. He heard a panda mutter the words “living legend.” Hannoh continued and Kit followed. Together they ventured out of the settlement and set their sights on the first place to go.

At his age, Hannoh couldn’t go as fast as the younger bears. Kit couldn’t run as fast as them either. They enjoyed the leisurely pace and warmth of the day. They were looking for a waterfall. Kit had never seen one around but Hannoh knew where to go.

Kit had no idea that they found the same waterfall that Dusty and Moss spent a night next to. The human couldn’t help but marvel at the sight while Hannoh was looking nostalgic.

”Hmm. Now try standing inside of the waterfall,” Hannoh suggested, reading from the page in real time.

Kit did so and felt the weight of the cascading water as it came down on his body. But nothing happened. Lucky for them there were more places. The next described location was a windy peak. Kit knew a windy and elevated area that Dusty had shown him. He led the way there and standing atop the peak they waited for something to happen. The next place was where the land was fertile. Kit was sure they could use any soil but Hannoh thought it best to find some extra rich earth. They found some at the fruit trees and Hannoh suggested they cover Kit in some.

“Err… That didn’t work either.”

Kit’s shorts were still wet. His body was dirty and he could still smell the fresh wind that blew from the peak. There was one last thing. An old torch.

”We have many torches. The only special one would be…” Hannoh paused and Kit inquired. There was an old torch left in a clearing just on the edge of their territory. It was meant to be lit according to the writing. But the torch had been exposed to the elements for many years and he couldn’t imagine that it would light again.

Kit was still determined. In truth the human was starting to doubt that any of this was significant but he was having a good time with Hannoh. The sun bear was clearly enjoying himself. He had found Kit getting wet and dirty amusing and Kit couldn’t help but smile when the old bear’s eyes lit up.

They were seeking out the torch and Hannoh still had the bright look in his eyes. It was later in the day when they came to the clearing. The land was overgrown and the trees were tall. A roof of leaves kept a lot of light from reaching the forest floor, shrouding what was once a clearing in shadow.

Kit and Hannoh went in carefully and slowly, walking through the grass and keeping their eyes peeled for the torch. To their surprise it was easy to find. The torch was planted firmly in the ground. The grass grew only so close to the torch, as if there was some kind of force keeping the grass from getting any closer to it. It was a good thing for them as they didn’t want to accidentally light the overgrown grass on fire.

Now it was just a matter of lighting the torch. Kit had packed some sparkstone just in case they would be making camp for the night. He used it to set fire to a stick and attempted to light the torch with it. To his and Hannoh’s surprise, the torch lit up right away. As soon as the flame got close, the torch was burning as if it was freshly made and the fire itself was blazing with life.

”What do we do now?” Kit asked.

“I don’t wanna do this, but… The one with the mark is to hold their hand close to the fire. And if we have done this correctly, it shouldn’t hurt you,” Hannoh explained.

”Um, okay…” Kit said. He decided to trust Hannoh and the record. Carefully, he brought his hand closer to the roaring torch flame. He could feel its warmth but there was no pain!

“Success!” Hannoh exclaimed with a surprising amount of excitement. “I guess I should recite the words now.”

As best he could, Hannoh read directly from the page. He was calling upon favor from the spirits, asking them to recognize the one who interacted with the four elements. Water, wind, earth, and fire.

“Spirits of nature! Look favorably upon Kit and bless him as those long ago once were. Kit, do you recognize the importance of nature and pledge yourself to always respect it?”

”I do,” Kit said. He felt certain as he kept his hand in place in front of the flame. Its warmth was moving up his arm and spreading throughout his body. He could feel the wetness in his shorts, a coolness contrasting with the spreading warmth. The scent of the peak’s wind was all he could smell instead of the fragrant grass or burning torch.

“May you receive their blessing and be reborn.” Hannoh concluded. As soon as he finished those words there was a gust of wind that made him unsteady. Shielding himself from the suddenly strong wind, Hannoh got behind a nearby tree and watched with awe as the elements were swirling around Kit.

Carried by the wind, the water, fire, and even the dirt from Kit’s skin were all around him. Kit noticed this as well but was feeling a strange comfort and assurance. He could also feel a presence. The swirling elements made it hard for him to see around him but for just a second Kit thought he saw a pair of eyes look into his own through the fire that twirled around him. The elements were moving faster and he felt himself starting to feel strange. His mind was starting to slip as if he was too tired to keep himself awake. That sensation along with the comfort pulled him into a state of unconsciousness.