Half-Forgotten Legends
By
Bjorn Torson aka Papa Werebear
Copyright
© 2000-2004 - Bjorn Torson
Any and all re-use prohibited without
explicit permission.
I was falling. Sliding down the steep
walls of a ravine with rocks tumbling past me, on me, and me tumbling
on more rocks further down. I reached the bottom of the ravine and
thankfully it was summer, so there was no water to drown me. I hit my
head and blacked out, when I came to, I saw blearily a large Grizzly
coming toward me. I was terrified that he was going to devour me now
that I was rather helpless with a broken leg. It was bad. I could see
a little bit of bone poking through the skin. Not that it would
matter if I could stand anyway, a Bear could easily outrun and kill
an uninjured person too. I was really bruised and beaten by the fall,
I must have fell and slid a good sixty feet into the ravine.
I knew I
had a gash on the right side of my head because there was blood
flowing down all over that side of my face. The bump I'd received to
my head had made me dizzy. I tried to get up to get away before the
Bear got to me and was almost incapacitated by the increase in pain.
The great beast reached me in seconds, I looked into eyes as blue as
my own. "Did Bears have blue eyes? Did Bears have blue eye
genes? Weren't all the grizzlies extinct in California?" I
thought rapidly and irrationally. What stupid thoughts to have before
being ripped to pieces by a hungry monster. I was 35 and my life was
about to end right in my prime, the way my luck had gone lately,
perhaps this was a blessing; at least it would end some of my worries
I thought cynically.
I trembled uncontrollably and screamed in
terror, but there was no one around to hear my cries but the Bear,
and it didn't seem to bother him. I flailed at him with my arms, but
he largely ignored my attempts to fend him off. The Bear placed a
huge paw on my head and forcefully bent my neck to the left.
Partially from sheer terror, partly from pain and partly from blood
loss, I fainted just as the Bear started licking the gash on my head.
My last thoughts were; "He's sampling me to see if I'm
palatable."
I remember becoming conscious again
briefly as an intense pain in my leg brought me back. It was my
broken leg. The Bear was doing something, pulling on it. He must be
trying to dismember my body. Get me into manageable chunks. I tried
weakly to fight him off and cried out again, futilely, but I guess
I'd lost too much blood. That was fine, let him kill me; at least I
would be out of pain. I blacked out again.
I regained consciousness and I must have
been delirious, out of my head with pain, because I remember seeing a
grey-brown bearded furry man with no shirt and no pants fixing my
leg. He was VERY large. I guessed almost seven-foot. He must have run
the Bear off; he looked big and beefy enough that he could have
bluffed a Bear. He must have used his shirt to bind my leg in a
splint and the pants too! He was naked. He growled out, "Ya
still with me, son?" I nodded. "Good, I'll get you back to
the house and we'll go from there." Maybe his nudity was just my
mind seeing what I wanted to in my delirium. If I weren't in such a
serious condition, I'd have a raging hard on for the guy. He was
DEFINITELY my type: broad shoulders, barreled chest, muscle
everywhere, huge biceps, a thick neck and fur all over. It was so
thick it almost hid his skin. One Bear had almost devoured me and
now, another Bear was saving me. I sunk back into unconsciousness.
I was having a vivid, full sensory
nightmare. I'd had dreams like this before, they were incredibly
realistic but usually not this scary. I was being carried off
somewhere. I looked into the face of the one carrying me and it was
the Bear's face I saw. Fear gripped my heart, but I was powerless to
move. The Bear's eyes were as blue as my own and staring down into
mine. He was carrying me away, probably to his den as a snack. He had
me in his arms and he was walking on his hind legs. I decided that I
would satisfy my curiosity; it was my nightmare, damn it, I could do
that. I wanted to know what Bear fur felt like before I died. I
reached up to feel the fur of his face, to see how soft it was. He
stopped as I did this and licked me on the nose and mouth, it was
warm and wet like a dogs tongue. Then he licked the gash on my head
again. The nightmare faded and I sunk deeper into unconsciousness.
The next thing I knew, I was in a warm
pool fed by a river that flowed over crystalline cliffs, the colors
refracted in the crystals were unearthly in their hue and more
beautiful than any colors found in the rainbow. They were the same
colors, but far more vibrant, like each of the colors was charged,
alive and had a soul. The water was actually a light violet color and
luminescent, not clear, and it flowed over me, soothing my pains.
Softly glowing hands made from the substance of the water itself rose
out of the pool and were washing me. They massaged the soreness away.
The pain in my leg was dull and I didn't mind it so much. The hands
lifted me out of the pool and laid me on a bed of cool soft green
leaves. The leaves then moved all over my body, drying me.
Multi-colored birds came and clothed me in a warm robe striped in
browns, cream, tan, greys, white and black. A silver chalice appeared
in mid-air and I drank, in small sips, a warm pleasant liquid that
varied in taste and color with each mouthful. I lay back and a cloud
cushioned my head, I noticed that the leaves I'd been laying on had
become clouds too. I started drifting up into a glorious warm light.
I must have died, I thought. This had to be heaven.
When I woke and was lying in a huge bed.
It had a comforting scent, very male, musky and had the tang of cigar
or pipe or both. A low watt bulb, in a very nice Tiffany style lamp
on the nightstand, dimly lit the room. The wind up clock on the stand
read 1:35. I raised my head and realized how much it ached. My leg
felt heavy and it hurt. I turned my head to view the right side of
the room. I saw four things: a window and through it the night sky, a
large reclining chair, small table and a VERY large man with a full
grey/brown beard dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. He was fast
asleep in a comfortable looking leather recliner. I couldn't quite
remember him, but he was familiar. I lay there for awhile and drifted
in and out of sleep not quite able to focus enough to become fully
awake.
I woke again when a warm hand was placed
on my forehead. I opened my eyes and looked into a pair of beautiful
deep blue eyes. They belonged to the large bearded man who'd been
asleep in the recliner. It was still dark and I guessed it was the
same night, just a little later than when I had awoken before. "I
thought I was gonna loose you, son." His voice was deep and
gruff sounding, but pleasant all the same. I noticed his scent was
warm, earthy and musky. His breath smelled pleasantly of some sort of
fruit flavored pipe tobacco. I placed his age at about 45 or so. He
looked into or AT my eyes. "I think your concussion is much
improved, that had me the most worried. Follow my finger." He
passed it in front of my eyes and I followed it. He watched my eyes
as I did so and nodded with approval. "I set your leg and
bandaged up your head after I put a couple of stitches in your
scalp." I finally recognized him as the man who had sacrificed
his shirt to put my leg in a splint and he must have carried me here,
wherever here was.
"Are you a doctor?" I asked.
He
grinned. "Course I'm a doctor! " He chuckled. "If I
were a mechanic, I would have just sent out for new parts, rotated
your tires and changed your oil! I'm retired, but I still know how to
set a broken bone and stitch up a gash." He chuckled warmly; it
WAS a stupid question. I started to laugh, which made my head ache
more and I winced.
"'Doctor, it hurts when I do this.' said the
patient." He growled out. " 'Then don't do that!' said the
doctor." He chuckled again. "Sorry, son. It's an old joke.
But I'm an old fart, so I'm allowed. Are you hungry, son?"
"Yes." I said. "Good, I'll be back in a minute, don't
go nowhere." He chuckled again. He left the room and I heard him
go down stairs.
If the bedroom was a reflection of rest
of the house, and it probably was, the doc had great taste.
Everything in the room looked antique. I saw a bookshelf, on the wall
opposite of the window by the bed, which looked like it was solid
cherry wood and the nightstands matched them. So did the small cherry
table by the recliner that had a pipe and tobacco pouch on it. They
looked antique. The books were classics and included medical texts
along with the novels. They were all leather bound books and looked
antique as well. He had a copy of Moby Dick on the shelf and for all
I knew it was a first edition from the appearance of it. The doc must
be filthy rich, yet he wasn't a stuck up snob and didn't have the air
of "The Well to Do" about him. In fact he was down right
folksy. What did Mc Coy from `Star Trek' say? "I'm just a simple
country doctor." Something like that I think. Something didn't
fit about him or my brain wasn't working right or both. I couldn't
decide.
Doc returned with a bowl of beef stew and
some French bread. "Here we go. The stew is Campbell's, but I
made the bread myself, fresh today." Gently he fed me because he
insisted that I should not move around too much on account of my
broken leg and still dizzy head. I was falling in love with this man
with every spoonful of kindness he fed me.
The other thing that didn't seem to fit
about the doc was his build; the man was huge. Yeah, he had a beer
gut, but he looked like he broke horses or baled hay or dug ditches
or loaded ships for a living. He was VERY muscular. All of the
doctors I'd ever seen were medium build to scrawny. The doc looked
like he could enter the Iron Man competition! Maybe he did bale hay
and stack it; he could have retired to a farm in the country. He was
handsome as Hell too. The fur on his arms, neck and the large tuft
that spilled out over the top of his T- shirt indicated that he
probably had an incredibly furry body. After feeding me, he told me
to get some rest.
He got a book from the shelf, sat down in
the recliner and he started packing his pipe. An embarrassed look
came across his handsome face and he asked, "Do you mind if I
smoke? I'm so used to just lighting up when ever I want to that I
rarely ask that question. Living alone will kinda do that to you."
"Not at all," I said, "My father used to smoke a pipe
when I was a kid and I, myself, like the occasional cigar."
He
smiled. "I'd never have figured you for a cigar man."
"Well, I prefer the truly expensive imported brands, that's why
I only have one every once in a while" …and none at all
lately.' I thought glumly. I yawned.
"I'm keeping you up," he said a bit sheepishly.
"No, I'm drifting off now, I'm feeling
kind of pleasantly warm and tingly all over and I want to sleep. You
won't bother me by being here at all, I can sleep through
thunderstorms."
"You're feeling warm and tingly all over?" he asked.
"Yes… what is it? Is there something wrong?"
"No, you'll be all right." He smiled, but I sensed a bit of
guilt in his look.
I yawned again; I remembered two
questions I had been meaning to ask while he was down stairs and
decided I needed the answers before I slept.
"By the way, I'm Max, Maxwell Ryan."
"My name's Arthur Black, welcome to my home." He smiled
broadly. "Most folks call me `Doc Black'," he puffed on his
pipe as he lit it, "but, you can call me Art. I guess I
should've made proper introductions to begin with, but I tend to be a
bit absent minded with social graces when I'm caring for a patient."
"OK," I smiled, "and you can call me Max. Thanks for
saving me."
He smiled again, "My pleasure." He growled
softly.
"Did you run the Bear off?"
"Yeah, I showed up and he was leaving. I guess he didn't find
you to his taste." His voice had an odd tone to it as he said
that last part.
"How long have I been here?" I asked.
Art
puffed and hesitated, "About three days. You've been in and out
of semi-consciousness and I didn't want to take you to a hospital
because I didn't want to move you. You'd lost a lot of blood in the
fall and the right leg is pretty well damaged. I put a cast on it and
you should heal well enough. I didn't know your name and I couldn't
find your wallet. I looked all over the area in the ravine where you
fell and couldn't find it there either. Do you have any family, Max? "
"I have a sister in Los Angeles, but I haven't seen her in
fifteen years and I have a brother, but I don't speak with him at
all. My parents are both dead." I said.
"Sorry to hear
that, son." "It's OK," I said, "It happened
several years ago. My sister won't be worried, I don't check in with
her often and I definitely know my brother won't worry." "Any
job you'd like me to contact for you?" He asked.
"Well, the reason you couldn't find
a wallet was that I'd left it locked up in my car. I parked it in an
old abandoned looking barn, so it wouldn't be noticed and I wouldn't
be run off," I was a bit ashamed to say the next, but I wasn't
going to lie. "You see, I was laid off work six months ago. They
cheerfully called it 'down sizing', like that would make it better. I
haven't been able to find work since. Things got pretty slim after
unemployment ran out and my savings dwindled down to a few hundred
dollars. I couldn't pay rent anymore, so I got rid of everything I
could sell and gave away the rest." I looked away because I
couldn't look him in the eye. "I've had to live out of my car
for the last month or so… I didn't want to live on welfare. I came
up here on the last of my money, looking for work." I couldn't
help it; my eyes misted a bit.
"That's nothin' to be ashamed of,
son." He said softly. "That car of yours will be safe too,
'cause I think you might've parked it in MY barn. I'll go check in
the morning. You can put your mind to rest, every thing's gonna work
out. You get some sleep now, I'm gonna read a little while you nod
off, then I'll go to bed."
He sat back down and puffed on his pipe
as he read his book. I could see from my angle and couldn't help but
notice the large package between his legs. Doc was a fine looking man
and apparently VERY well endowed. He was HOT! I drifted off to sleep
picturing him naked; I was pleasantly stiff as I slipped into
dreaming.
I awoke the next morning and felt
markedly better. I noticed that I was hooked up to an I.V. Arthur was
asleep in the leather recliner with his pipe in his hand. He had a
nice big boner and was softly grunting in his sleep. The odd thing
was that he was dressed differently. He had a sweatshirt and shorts
on. That was very odd, but I thought that perhaps he had changed into
other clothes this morning to jog or workout or something. I decided
I'd run a diagnostic check and assess the damage to my body. I
smiled; I had to stop reading so much sci-fi. I felt the gash, which
no longer hurt, on my head. It seemed to be completely healed. That
was VERY odd. I pulled back the covers and my leg was still in a
cast, but it didn't hurt hardly at all, last night it was rather
painful. That was EXTREMELY odd. I decided to get an expert opinion.
I yawned rather audibly and stretched.
That did the trick, Arthur was soon awake and rubbing the sleep out
of his eyes, his boner was tenting out his shorts nicely. "So,
doc, how am I doing?" "Well, Max, it seems you're out of
the woods." He said, but I felt there was a large 'But' to
follow. "That's great, you're one Hell of a doctor! I'm feeling
much better than I did last night." "Yes, well…" he
chewed on the end of his pipe, "Max, we need to talk about
that." "What's going on?" I asked, waiting for the
other shoe to drop. "Well, firstly, it wasn't 'overnight'.
You've been asleep for two and a half weeks since last we spoke; your
condition rapidly improved as you slept. I've given you I.V.
nutrients while you slept so you wouldn't starve and now that you're
back I can remove the needle." He got up and did just that. "I
want you to watch that needle wound." He said and sat back down
again. I watched the needle hole heal before my eyes, there wasn't
even a mark left. Now I knew something was up.
He continued as he chewed on his pipe.
"When I brought you in, you had some stubble on your face,
you'll notice, you have a full beard now." I touched my cheeks
and upper-lip and confirmed what he had just said; I had grown a
medium length full beard in about three weeks. My beard didn't grow
that fast, I remember it took me a good two months to grow one this
long last time I'd had one. I also noticed that I seemed to have more
hair on my arms than I remembered having. "What's going..."
I started to speak and he held his hand up. "Please, let me get
this out, there'll be time for questions and blame later".
"When I found you, you were fading
fast, you were losing and had lost a lot of blood. What I did to save
you, you may curse me for, but I did it because the same was done for
me, many years ago and I wanted to return the gift of life that was
given to me."
"I left my parent's farm for
California years ago. My dad disowned me for the way I am. I wanted
to find a place where I could make a fresh start, build my own home
and was wandering around in the wilderness about twenty miles from
here. I got into a similar predicament as you did. I too had fallen
when the edge of an embankment gave way and in the fall, a tree
branch stabbed me in my side. Luckily, it hadn't pushed all the way
through me. I managed to remove the branch and stick a cloth over the
wound, but I was sure I was going to bleed to death soon. It happened
mid afternoon and I lay there until the next morning, I'd broken an
arm and both legs. There was no one around to help and I was sure I
was going to die. Early the next morning, a Grizzly Bear found me and
like you, I thought I was gonna be his breakfast. He came over and
snuffled at the wound. I was too weak from loss of blood to stop him.
He started licking it, his tongue burrowed inside the wound and I
passed out from the pain as he moved me around to get better access."
"The next thing I knew, I woke up in
a cabin with my limbs in splints. There's this big furry muscled-out
Mountain Man hovering over me. He was golden blond going grey and had
grey eyes. He fed me venison stew and gave me honey wine, which is
called mead. I was on the mend in no time, just like you and he told
me why."
"That was in the mountains here in
California. It was 1819: 180 years ago and California wasn't even a
state yet. I was born in 1799. I was all of twenty then fresh from
the Ohio River valley. I'll be 200 years old come this December and I
have that Old Mountain Man to thank for it all. I still see Sam from
time to time, he comes around every five years or so. He's still
wandering around out there. He's traded his mule for a motorcycle and
he has everything he takes with him hanging off of it. Most people
think he's a bum, but they'd be speechless if they knew how much he
has in various banks here and there. When you live to be hundreds of
years old, you can sock away quite a bit of money."
"You see, that Bear you saw down in
the ravine was ME. Sam, saved my life and could only do so by
changing me into what he was… a Werebear. Werebears and other
Werebeasts heal quickly. Bearmen seem to heal especially fast. His
saliva, like his bite, his blood and his seed was capable of changing
a man into a Bearman, but only if any of those things get into that
man's blood. Kissing could do it, but it's not likely. The most
important quality of the saliva is that it seems to stop the bleeding
and begins repairs quickly. I had to stop your bleeding, so I licked
your wounds. The result is that you are becoming a Werebear, just as
I did long ago."
I'd caught your scent on the wind when
you were out exploring and I went to investigate. I wanted to find
out who was walking around on my land. I'm rather secretive out of
necessity, as you might imagine. I saw you headed for an undercut
part of the embankment, but I couldn't warn you or get to you in
time."
"Being a doctor, I knew your were in
critical condition. I stanched the bleeding by licking your wounds,
as I've told you. I had to pull the bone back into your leg before I
could start sealing up the wound. You may remember that, you came
back to consciousness briefly.
I got you back here and took you into my
O.R. I have a fully equipped operating room downstairs, mostly for
taking care of one of our own; we can't exactly go to hospitals. I
transfused blood directly from me into you. Werebear blood seems to
adapt to other blood types or adapts other blood types to itself. I
think that given the nature of our kind, the latter is probably true.
Any way, I X-rayed your leg and set the bone. Unlike humans, and you
aren't human anymore, we regenerate and our bones heal back as if
they were never broken. The only thing really necessary is for the
bones to be kept straight while this happens.
There are injuries that are too much for
our systems to take. You can't jump out of a plane without a
parachute and expect to survive. You body doesn't repair itself fast
enough. You can get some pretty nasty cuts though and they heal
almost instantly. Very serious cuts result in a loss of blood, but
heal pretty fast too. I once accidentally severed part of my finger
with a knife in the kitchen; I picked it up, put it back on the end
of my stump and bandaged it together. A week later it was as if it
had never happened. I'm guessing my hand would do the same if it was
cut off at the wrist, but I'm just not curious enough to try it.
There isn't even a scar after the body part is reattached." Your
leg is almost healed... and you are slowly changing into a Werebear.
In a little over three months, you will
change for the first time. You'll become a big furry hybrid Bearman
and you'll probably go further into full Bear shape. Your sense of
smell and taste, even in human shape, is going to increase
dramatically. So will your strength and you'll have to get used to
just how strong you'll become. It was nothing for me to carry you
here from the ravine a mile away. You'll have to be careful with
ordinary humans, you could hurt them without meaning to until you
learn to gauge your strength."
He packed his pipe and lit it. He puffed
thoughtfully for awhile, regarding me, and then he began again.
"Believe me, if there had been any other way to save you, I
would have, but we're no where near a trauma unit and you'd have
probably been DOA even if I could have gotten a life flight out here
while you were alive. You had a very bad concussion, but there
doesn't seem to be any permanent damage. If you did have minor damage
to your brain, it's probably healed. Werebear neural tissue also
regenerates, but if the memory is affected it's gone even though the
cells that held those memories are fully repaired."
"Well, that's enough medical talk
for now." He paused again as he puffed on his pipe. He looked
rather nervous. "I expect you've got questions and quite a bit
to say." He sat there on the edge of his recliner and I could
tell he was bracing himself for whatever barrage I was about to give
him. The truth was, I didn't know quite what to think or ask. After a
minute or two, I began.
"First off," I said slowly, "I
don't blame you for what you had to do. You're a doctor and did your
best to save my life. You had no options other than to let me die and
I'm rather glad you didn't. Secondly, I must say that I've always
liked Werewolf movies and guess they've always kinda turned me on. As
a teenager, I got a boner watching 'The Howling' and I came in my
pants watching the transformation scene in `American Werewolf In
London'." He chuckled a bit and I was embarrassed. "It's
OK, I understand. I still remember how hard I got the first time I
saw the Lon Chaney Jr. movie, my crotch was wet with pre-cum as I
left the theater." He chuckled again. "Anyway," I
continued, "what I meant to say was that, I think I'm gonna like
being a Werebear, but there's something I have to let you know."
I paused and considered what I wanted to
say next. "I'm gay... and I find you extremely attractive. I
would've had a major woody for you back in the ravine if I weren't so
banged up. I tell you this because I want to be honest and because I
think I'm falling in love with you. I know all about the patient-
doctor relationship. Yes, I am grateful to you, but what I feel is
deep and even though it might not be returned, it's there."
"Well, son, I'll let you in on a
little secret." he said, with a grin. "My long dead father
disowned me because he caught me with a friend in the barn. We were
just kids, jacking off and giving each other head. My father was very
strict and his religion forbade what we were doing. He beat us for it
and forbade me to see the kid again. He said I was unnatural and I
would burn in Hell for what I did. For a very long time I was
convinced that I was a doomed sinner. Sam helped me to come to terms
with that, he'd been all over this world and seen everything. He said
that living as long as he had, had given him a unique perspective,
unique for humans, anyway. Life really is too short and love is to
rare and precious to waste being afraid that you'll be punished for
giving or taking love from the wrong person. He helped me to
understand that it's what's in your heart, not which plumbing option
you came equipped with, that really counts. He and I have been
bedmates off and on since he changed me.
So, I have a confession too... I think
I'm falling in love with you as well. But we should take it easy and
let things come naturally." With that he walked over to the bed,
pulled off the covers, picked me up and kissed me. "That felt
pretty natural, what do you think?" His smile was beautiful. "It
felt natural to me." I said and kissed him back.
He carried me down stairs; his house was
big and gorgeous. He told me he had several guestrooms and he'd been
staying in one of them while I was in his. "I could have put you
in a guestroom, but my bed is bigger and more comfortable than most
of the others" he smiled impishly. "and secretly, I wanted
you to get used to my scent." He sat me down at the kitchen
table and proceeded to prepare an enormous breakfast.
"Nice kitchen Doc!" I was
impressed; it was huge and had a couple of huge stand-up restaurant
freezers along with state of the art, institutional sized everything
else. "I like to host Fourth of July parties and Thanksgiving
and Christmas dinners for the other Bears in the neighborhood; there
the only family I have. Everyone I knew that I was related to died
some time ago, so we Bears have become our own family. They come down
from the mountains every year for the holidays; there are seven of
them. Sam introduced me to them a long time ago and it's part of the
reason I went into medicine. They're as close as any family to me,
yet they're also casual lovers. They don't have a doctor and usually
don't need one, but every once in a while they need one. I like
having them around and playing host."
"Other Bears?" I was intrigued.
"Yeah, they live up in an extremely small town in the mountains
and have for as long as I can remember. There were more of them. Some
of them moved up into Canada and I don't see them as often as the
ones that stayed. They've offered to take me up to the mountains to
live with them, but I love my land too much to leave it. Ron and his
Bear crew also come over on those holidays and we all have a great
time playing in the pool and basement together in the summer and
having orgies down in the basement in the winter. I'll tell you more
about Ron and the guys a bit later, I have a surprise for you."
He grinned from ear to ear.
"We had a conversation about
upcoming events in my transformation as he cooked. I found out that
by the time I was ready for the first change, I'd be built like the
proverbial brick house and I'd be thickly pelted; the day after the
change I'd be hung like a bull. He laid out the spread before me.
"Eat up! You're a growing Bear now and you'll need lots of food.
I've got a good amount of supplies, but I'll have to go buy more
before four months are up. You're going to get hollow legs just like
when you were going through puberty." He chuckled.
"I'll go get you some crutches after
breakfast, I think I've got a pair in the garage. You won't need them
for long, you're half healed and you'll be out of that cast in
another week or so." Without another word I dug in and so did
he. I found I was famished and I finished in no time flat. Art was
finished just as quickly. "Wait right here!" He laughed.
"Of course your gonna wait right there! Sorry." He got up
and went toward what I remembered was the way to living room. In a
few minutes he returned with a beautifully carved cherrywood box and
the crutches. He opened it and offered me a truly fine cigar and took
one himself.
We lit up and moved into the living room.
"Have you ever worked in
construction, Max?" He asked and I could tell this was leading
somewhere. "No, why do you ask?" "Well," he said
with a smile as he puffed on his cigar. "I have a friend, Ron,
he's the guy I mentioned earlier. Well Ron's a Werebear too and he
owns a large general contracting company in the area. He's got a crew
working for him and they're all Werebears. There's about ten of them,
they are his specialty crew, because they get things done fast. Being
Bearmen, they're stronger than the other guys are, so it takes them
half as long to get the same job done. He brings them in when he
needs something done in a pinch. Ron pulls the regular guys off and
has them work somewhere else for a few days, that way his Bearmen can
work pretty well unobserved. Ron also puts up blinds around the areas
where the guys are working, it allows for the guys to half shift when
they need to do so. That way they can use the natural strength of the
half bear-half human form. They post a look out, so they aren't
discovered."
"The point of all of this is that
I've taken the liberty of asking him if he could find a place for you
on that crew as soon as you've healed, if you agree. Ron said that it
would be no problem, if you were healed, had gone through the change
and didn't mind hard work. The pay is about half again as much as the
ordinary human workers and even THEY are paid very well. His
specialty crew gets more, of course, because those guys get much more
done in the same amount of time. It offers full benefits and paid
holidays. The full benefits means that he pays me for the treatment I
give his Bears, mostly it's compensation for supplies I use. I
usually don't have to see any of them unless it's moderately
serious."
"They're his elite crew and Ron
loves them all. You'd be the Cub on the crew, but the guys are really
nice and they always look out for the new guy. They're big kids at
heart sometimes and real practical jokers. If you can take a joke
well, you'll be one of them in no time at all."
"Since you're a Werebear already,
they're going to feel a kinship for you right away. Those guys are
also about as horny as you can get; each and every one's a muscled up
bearded hunk with a hard-on, so expect to spend some time at lunch in
the foreman's office with two or more of them and the foreman too.
I've visited a site at lunchtime with Ron and got in on one of the
mini-orgies; I had a blast. I can guarantee you will too. The new guy
gets screwed and sucks off the rest of the crew all day long his
first week. It's how they get to know you and break you in to the
job. That first week is always a six day work week too, but the guys
don't mind working Saturday at all that week." He chuckled and
puffed on his cigar.
"The last Friday of the month they
all go out together with the boss for dinner at a steak house and
then over to a biker bar to shoot pool and hang out with `the bro's'.
Would you be interested in taking the job?"
"I'd be incredibly interested, it
sounds fantastic! Working with an entire crew of big, furry, burly,
bearded, horny Bearmen and all of them wanting to have sex with me?
I'd have to be fuckin' stupid to turn that kinda job down. Thank you…
I owe you my life and now I owe you for getting me gainful
employment." I'd misted up a bit again and wiped my eyes. "You
don't owe me anything, son. I did it `cause I love you and love
doesn't ask for repayment. I'll call Ron and let him know when your
ready to go to work." He moved over to the couch where I was
stretched out. He hugged me. We quickly fell into kissing and petting
and on to foreplay. We were both horny and I realized I hadn't had
sex in almost a month.
He picked me up and carried me upstairs
to his bedroom. He put out our cigars in the ashtray by his chair. He
then removed my clothes and slowly stripped for me. Watching him peel
off his shorts and shirt was a real treat. He was incredibly
muscular, but nicely padded too; as I think all Bears should be. He
was covered from head to toe in salt and pepper dark brown fur. He
had a huge cock and it was dripping pre-cum just like mine was.
"I'll be careful not to bump your
leg." He said. "You are so damn hot!" I said and
almost drooled. "I want that huge pole in me as soon as I'm
lubed." "You want it about as badly as I do, don't you,
son." He growled out lustfully. "Hell, yeah!" I said
and spread my legs, moving my injured leg with both hands. "Which
end do you want it in; top or bottom?" "Which ever one you
want, I'm not picky, I just want that monster inside of me NOW!"
I said. "Damn, son, you really are hungry for it!" He
laughed as he moved to the dresser.
He grabbed some KY from a drawer and
worked it into my hole. His huge Bear dick was up inside so fast it
took my breath away. He was big, but I'd been stretching myself out
with toys, so it didn't burn too much. It felt so good to have hot,
hard, living flesh inside of me again, instead of plastic. I felt his
large furry low hanging balls against my ass as he settled in and
then he stopped.
He grunted and growled as he began to
change. I rubbed his chest and felt the thick human fur give way to
Bear fur. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen,
like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon and spread its wings.
His strong intoxicating Bear musk enveloped me; I loved the scent and
thought happily that soon I would produce this scent too. I knew then
and there that I would have no problem with what I was becoming, I
was going to love being like him. His body grew bulkier, more
muscular and his cock grew even larger inside of me, it was a bit
painful, but not bad. I watched his handsome face change, his ears
grew furry and moved up higher on his head. I watched his face grow
into the Bear's face I remembered from the ravine; only this time, I
felt love for the Bear, not fear. I looked into his beautiful blue
eyes and I reached out with my tongue, licking the tip of his muzzle
to invite his long Bear tongue into my throat. He took the
invitation. His large furry pawed arms wrapped around my torso as he
kissed me, hugging me to him and as he did so. He started fucking me
slowly, carefully so as not to hurt my leg. He began to pump his huge
rod in and out of me. His furry belly rubbing against my dick was
driving me wild. Gradually, he moved faster and faster. He built up
speed and rhythm like a diesel train. Just like that train he was a
creature of masculine power and drive. His cock massaged my prostate
and his fur tantalized my painfully stiff member. It was torture and
pleasure at the same time as I tried not to shoot my load. His claws
were digging into the flesh on my back as our passion intensified.
His tongue probed deeply into my mouth and throat and he was pumping
his cock into me harder and faster. I was holding off, I wanted to
cum WITH my ursine lover the first time we made love together. I
wanted to experience the rapture of simultaneous orgasm with my
WereTeddy. Soon, the animal in us both took over; he was pounding
away and I was pushing back to his thrusts. He growled and roared
with pleasure as I began contracting my anus, I was gripping and
massaging his huge tool. He growled out obscene lust filled sentences
describing with filth just how much he wanted me.
We were both possessed by ecstasy in the
same moment. As I was pumping out jets of cum into our fur, Arthur
was filling me with his hot ursine semen. Slowly his thrusts grew
less powerful and finally he came to a stop, still deep within me. We
lay together, him on top of me, kissing and caressing. We were as one
being, sharing our bodies and souls with each other, still hugging.
He rolled me over on top of his big furry chest and stroked me from
my shoulders to my thighs with his rough paws as we slowly drifted
off. I slept for the first time with a man inside and I decided after
that, this was how I wanted to go to sleep EVERY night.
He woke me an hour or so later by pumping
his rock hard cock in and out of me. We were both ready for round
two. He sunk his claws into my rump to hold me steady and fucked my
ass like he was a piston and I was the cylinder. My cock was rubbing
in the belly fur that I had stiffened with my seed last time. The
roughness of it felt wonderful as I leaked pre-cum anew. "You
make me so damn horny, son." He growled. I was surprised he
could speak. "You make me pretty damn horny too, you big ol'
Teddy Bear." I buried my face in his chest fur and breathed
deeply his Bear musk. I was becoming addicted to him and his scent. I
felt the bond between us growing ever stronger. He wasn't just
fucking me; this huge love-struck Bear was mating with me. I pushed
my lips against his muzzle and forced my tongue inside, he tasted so
good! Again I held off until we both came together, our seed cemented
us together body and soul. Again we lay with me on top of my huge
Teddy Bear. My head resting on his chest while his rough paws stroked
my back, I was becoming addicted to that too! I was soothed into
sleep by the comforting sound of the beating of his strong ursine
heart.
When I awoke again, it was dark. I kissed
my new lover awake. He was such and awesome fuckbeast, the best lover
I'd ever had. It wasn't just that he was well built, well hung and
furry, though those were important attributes; he was the best
because he knew how to give pleasure as well as take it. On top of
all of that, we loved each other.
He gently rolled me off of him and pulled
out; he was still in hybrid Bear shape. "I'll be back in a
minute." He growled. He went down stairs and when he returned,
he had a plastic bag, a large rubber band and a folding metal chair.
"You and me are going to take a long, sensual shower together."
He growled softly as he began wrapping my cast in the plastic bag. He
secured it with the rubber band just below my knee. Then he went into
the master bathroom and I heard him setting the chair in the shower.
He came back, picked me up, kissed the living daylights out of me,
grunted happily and took me into the shower. It was a huge shower and
had four spouts, one in each corner of the small room that could
easily accommodate three large men or two Bearmen. He sat me down in
the chair and turned the shower on. "I have to buy shampoo and
conditioner in bulk, I like to bathe in this shape with my buddies."
He growl- chuckled. "I'm gonna pour shampoo all over myself and
you can work it into my fur. When I'm all lathered up, I'm going to
rub all over you to wash you. I got him all soapy and he rubbed
himself all over my body like he was a gigantic bath brush. We were
both hard as steel, by the time we'd rinsed off, we wanted sex again.
I spread my legs and he got down on all fours. He began sucking my
dick. I was about ready to cum when he pulled on my balls and
squeezed me off. "Not yet, buddy! I got something in mind!"
He grinned and stood up.
He straddled my crotch and settled down
in my lap. My cock went straight up his hot Bear hole. He reached
over and turned off the water. "I don't want my cum to wash away
before I get a chance to condition your furry chest and beard with
it!" He nibbled on my ears and neck gently with his long
canines. He began pumping up and down on my stiff cock. He must have
been practicing control of his anus and bowel muscles for the better
part of a century because his hole milked my hard dick like his
muzzle had. I'd topped a good number of men before and some of them
were really good but none of them could compare to Art. He was a
master and I wanted to learn everything I could from him. Soon I was
panting and not able to believe I was about to cum yet again today.
He probed by throat yet again with his long Bear tongue; he was also
the best kisser I'd ever met too. "Cum inside of me, son. I want
your sperm in me like mine's in you." he growled. I came almost
immediately after he finished saying that. I shot my load into him
and he groaned in pleasure. "That feels so good, Max." he
rumbled out. He was still pumping up and down, rubbing his cock in my
wet chest fur. Faster and faster he moved as I hugged his mammoth
Bear's rod to my chest. "Oh, yeah, buddy. I wanna spew all over
your furry chest and in your soft new beard." he said in a husky
growl. "I wanna rub my spunk all over you. I wanna cover your in
Bear sperm and lick it out of your fur and beard." I was looking
down at the big purple head of his meaty, vein covered Bear cock. I
wanted him to shoot his load all over my face. I opened my mouth just
as he shot. I tasted Werebear cum for the first time; it was salty,
sweet and thick. He shot jet after jet, covering my face. It flowed
down into my beard. He must have shot at least six wads of thick,
creamy bear seed on me. I looked up and his Bear's face was awash in
pleasure. He roared suddenly and shot out one huge last load that
splashed onto the underside of my chin and ran down onto my chest
with the rest of his semen. He slowly stopped pumping his ass hole on
my dick and crouched with me inside of him. He began rubbing his
sperm all over my face and torso. It smelled so good and I licked
some out of my mustache. "I want my scent all over you. You're
my Cub now, I'd do anything for you." He said and I could see
the love in his eyes "And I'd do anything for you, Papa." I
smiled. He growled softly and licked my cheeks and nose. We kissed
and he came off of me. He began licking his cum out of my beard and
then off of my chest and belly. He grabbed up a gallon bottle of
conditioner, poured a good amount of it all over his chest and I
began to massage it into his fur. He handed me the jug and got down
on all fours. I poured more conditioner on his head, neck and back
and rubbed that in too. He sat down on the floor of the shower. "Come
on over here and sit in Papa's lap." He patted his thighs; he
was still hard and grinning wide. I loved being his Cub, I knew
exactly what he wanted and I couldn't believe I wanted more too. I
guess I was becoming as driven as he was. I moved over and nestled
myself down into his lap, sheathing his pole in my guts. He grunted
as I took him completely inside. He began rubbing me all over with
the conditioner in his fur. His cock moving slowly as he massaged my
muscles. I leaned back into his furry chest, closed my eyes and
enjoyed the experience. The huge beast came yet again about thirty
minutes after I'd settled down on his dick. We sat like that, with
him semi-hard inside of me, for an hour or so, the only sounds coming
from us were the occasional grunts and moans and the beautiful sound
of kissing.
"Will I be able to cum as often as
you do when I change?" I asked, the thought suddenly occurring
to me after I realized how many times he'd fucked me today. "Well,
possibly," he said, "it varies, some are less driven and
some are MORE driven than I am. The amount you make is also dependent
on how big your prostate becomes. Mine's rather large, even for a
Werebear, so I make quite a bit in a day. I love to cum, but I like
the pleasure of giving pleasure just as much. Cuddling is almost as
important as fucking to me.
A couple of the guys on Ron's crew just
want to fuck all day long. They've got wet spots on their crotches
most of the time because their constantly horny and constantly
leaking. There's no human I know of that would point it out to them,
though. I think they're afraid of being pulverized… that or their
afraid one of them might get more aroused." he growl-chuckled.
"After all, would you walk up to a 6 foot plus, tattooed, mean
looking, biker type wall of muscle and fur and comment on the
relative dryness of his crotch if you didn't know him?" "No."
I said as I became aroused, "But I'd like to GET to know him!"
Art chuckled at that. "They're gruff and grumpy but they're
really nice guys, once they know you. They'd do anything for you and
stand by you through thick and thin. There are only two of them on
the crew and they live together, mostly to satisfy each other's
insatiable hunger. Not that they don't love each other, but they seem
to need satisfaction more than love.
They're a blast at orgies; they're always
the last to fall asleep and the first to be up and fucking in the
morning! More than once I've been fucked awake by one or the other.
We call them the Satyr twins, Frank and Gus. They'll probably be the
first to fuck you every day your first work week and their eyes will
be glued on you all day long. They're always hot for the new guy.
They're both silver and black Bears. Gus
has salt and pepper hair with a long silver beard he keeps forked and
braided. Frank has a mostly black medium length bushy beard and hair
with a silver patch on the chin and silver mustache. The rest of
their fur is salt and pepper all over their bodies. They're covered
in tattoos and both of them love to ride their Harleys. Seeing them
go down the street is an awesome sight, they're like furry Ursine
Knights riding off to war. Seeing them fuck is pretty awesome too,
like watching Bears in heat, which is what they are!
There are times all of us stand around in
a ring, jacking off on them as they 69 on the floor; they love that
warm rain of Bear cum. We rub it all over them as they suck each
other off."
"Well, I guess it's time to rinse
off and we should get around to having dinner." We disconnected
ourselves from each other and began rinsing off. "How does beer
and frozen pizza sound to you? That's one pizza for me and two for
you, I don't want my Cub starving." He said merrily as he patted
my belly from behind. "Great! Can we cuddle on the couch and
watch movies afterward?" I asked. "You do read minds after
all, don't you!" We laughed and kissed some more.
That night, after a couple of old movies,
a few more beers and some popcorn; we slept together as mates. Papa
inside of me all night long. Though we'd have other partners for sex,
this was a strong and lasting bond.
My leg healed completely after two weeks
and I started growing taller, more muscular and a lot furrier. About
four months or so after my fall into the ravine and subsequent rescue
by my HusBear, I changed and was pleased to wake up to an incredibly
long thick cock growing from between my legs. I'd always had light
brown/blond hair before. Now, after the change, I'd become dark nut
brown with a black beard. I asked Art about it and he said it
happened sometimes when men became Werebears. He thinks it has to do
with the alteration of my genetics by Werebear genes or perhaps
recessive genes from one of my grandfathers that was brought out by
the combination with Werebear genes I started work a week after my
first change and had a blast just like Art said I would.
I'd like to tell you all about it, but
it's late and that's another story!
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