Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major
Chapter 9
He was dreaming... a sweet, sad dream.
In it, his mother had been teaching he and his brother how to pull
salmon from the falls of the river. When she’d had her fill of the
brains, skin, and roe, he and his brother got the flesh. They both
had caught one or two salmon for themselves and greedily devoured
them, but they were not nearly as skillful as their mother, at least,
not yet. The feast of fish had made her milk taste and smell like
the fish she’d consumed. Then the scene shifted to the summer
meadow filled with blackberries and other ripe, sweet, tangy wild
fruit that Nature offered up to those who knew where they were to be
found. Then he was scampering up a tree, his brother just ahead of
him when mom called out the warning that an adult male was near.
The dream shifted again, to tearing
flesh from the deer carcass from which she’d scared the wolves away
as the cold of late autumn approached. Then it shifted yet again to
the smell of the cruel blizzard that came early, before the beginning
of hibernation. They’d curled up with her, he and his brother,
safe in the den made warm by their being in it.
It was so long ago, so very long ago,
when the only humans he knew of were the ones that lived in dens made
of dead trees. The winter had been hard and when they emerged in
late spring, thin and hungry, there was very little food to find.
He, his mother, and brother managed, barely. As the snows melted, a
great male, starved and too thin after his hibernation, found them.
He approached aggressively and attacked. His mother had died,
defending him and his brother against the large male grizzly, and all
they could do was watch from above as the male partially ate their
mother.
He was saddened, and he and his brother
mourned the loss, but they moved away from the corpse, knowing it
would attract other bears as soon as the scent of the male had
dissipated enough. He and his brother survived because they were
near the age where their mother would have chased them off so that
she could mate and have more cubs. They had stuck together, and that
was a large part of the reason they both had lived. They looked out
for one another and remembered things for each other. If he didn’t
know where a source of food was, his brother did and vice versa.
They grew strong together, his brother
becoming a stout, handsome bear; but eventually, inevitably, his
brother pushed him away. His need to assert himself, to stake claim
to territory and mates overwhelmed the need for the companionship of
a den mate. Alone, he began to make his way in the world.
Occasionally he would encounter his brother. They would greet each
other cautiously, briefly share companionship and then part, knowing
that the overlap in their territories had to grow smaller, that they
could not continue to meet.
In his dream, he knew his brother and
mother were long dead, and that it had been ages since he’d
wandered in the wilds as just an ordinary bear.
The scene shifted once again to another
year. It was late fall and, through the first snows, he’d tracked
down the new scent. As an adult bear, ten years old and in his
prime, who had roamed his territory hundreds of times in his life,
this new smell had piqued his interest like nothing else ever had.
This aroma caused a stirring in his loins like he’d never known.
Females in the mating season had never caused this level of urging.
Yes, they had provoked him, drawn him into a breeding haze that made
his thinking dull and his body frenzied with the need to breed.
Those encounters had produced many sons and daughters for him, but
this… was different. This fired his brain like nothing else, and
far from dulling his mind as female mating scents did, it sharpened
his perceptions. He tracked the scent from the faint wisps of odor at
the far outer edge of his northern territory to the strong, powerful
musk in the cave just within the borders of his southwestern
territory.
Outside of the den there were scratches
on a pine tree left by the bear that now occupied the den that he
himself had dug three years ago. The intruder had laid claim to his
den. He stretched up to touch the scratches that had been left to
demonstrate the new occupant's size and strength, to measure himself
against him, and could not reach them; they were at least another
half-length longer than his own front leg. The scent all over the
tree, rubbed on it by the interloper, was his ownership markings of
the territory.
He was quite obviously a grizzly bear
like himself, quite virile, and very experienced. He was definitely
older by a good ten years though that part of the scent was also
puzzling, as there were tantalizing hints that he could be older than
that. Still, that didn’t matter compared to what else this musk
told him; this bear was SO much stronger than himself and that
strength was not declining with age as it should be. This was both
an old bear, and a very strong bear. Images of the male that had
killed his mother entered his mind, but that male had smelled
ordinary, not like this trespasser. This bear was peculiar, like he
wasn’t wholly 'bear'.
He hesitated to enter; he knew better
than to challenge another bear in his den, particularly one this
physically powerful, even if that bear was encroaching on his
territory. He inched toward the opening, huffing, chuffing as a way
to warn the bear inside that he was there. Perhaps it would only be
a standoff. Perhaps the bear would leave once he realized he was in
claimed territory. Oddly, the other male’s potent odor had made
him uncontrollably horny. He felt the way he did when he needed to
mate, and so he was stuck between two competing urges; he needed to
go in, to see, to fuck; and the desire to back out, because it was so
dangerous to beard a bear in his den, especially one of this mass and
strength.
The invader’s musk spoke to him
(scent WAS language to him, as to all bears). The smell was grizzly
bear, of course, but much more; there was his sex musk, his power,
his obvious good health, his corpulence, and there was also that
scent he knew but did not know. It was like something he’d
encountered before, akin to it but so very different that he couldn’t
place it. It hovered in his mind, just beyond recognition. This only
intrigued him more.
There was suddenly a change in the
scent, made by the other bear’s awareness of him. It was an
invitation, not a threat; an offer of companionship. A scent akin to
how his brother used to smell when they roamed together, but also
like the scent that females looking for mates made. The bear inside
was awake and wanted him to enter. He heard a faint growl and
chuffing followed by a melodic vocalization, a sound somewhat like a
mother made to call her cubs, but deeper. He decided that he would
risk taking this rival bear up on his offer. The bear was being
friendly, so he would be friendly back.
Entering the earthen den, which opened
into a small cave, he found a huge reddish grizzly, probably half
again as large as himself and incredibly fat. This bear was quite
successful, and as ready for winter as he was… no, this bear looked
like he was ready for two winters! The bear had ‘roused from his
slumber and regarded his guest. The large bear then did something
unexpected; he rolled over on his back, exposing his belly to attack,
and he also spread his legs to reveal his cock just emerging from its
sheath.
He moved to the red bear, bowing his
head, keeping his eyes averted and, delicately sniffed at his crotch
in the most submissive posture he could manage. When approaching
another male’s genitals, he thought it prudent to present as little
threat as he possibly could. He gently began lapping at the balls
and rod proffered by the huge grizzly. He tasted the red bear’s
sweet, clear, nectar and his own swelling member began to emerge from
its furry home.
Charlie awoke from his dream memories,
hard and leaking bounteous quantities of precum, his half form body
shuddered as he touched his ursine rod with his paw hand. He pushed
it into his wet belly fur, coating his cock in the precum that had
collected there.
His werebear kin lay about him deep in
sleep as he remembered how he’d been mated to and bred by his Daddy
Bear in the cave that winter long ago. He began jacking his cock
thinking about how, as a bear, he’d moved into that cave with his
werebear Daddy for hibernation. How as he suckled that beautiful
cock the first day of meeting, and how his red furred Daddy had
suckled him back. How his Daddy had entered him the first time,
fucking him like a sow bear. How they had slept for weeks at a time
cuddled close rousing occasionally to make love, the bear and the
werebear, pleasuring each other often through the cold winter. They
slept sometimes in a 69 position so they could wake and easily suckle
and return to sleep, the comforting scent of each others crotches in
their nostrils and brains.
He stroked himself, edging as he
thought of how the following spring after hibernating, he’d changed
for the first time, and became not human and, not bear, but both,
what he knew as half form now. How he had enjoyed his bigger and
stronger body, an equal to his Daddy’s now, and his enhanced senses
when he was in full bear shape. He remembered how he had mounted and
entered his Daddy then for the first time, and reveled in the deep
penetration, the soft, slick slide and the heat, fur, and heady musk
of bearsex. He thought about how after a year or so, his Daddy
taught him how to take the full shape of the small, weak, sparsely
furred humans.
He noted that he was like the ones that
lived in the wooden dens, but not like them. He had kept fur on his
face and body where they were devoid of it on those places. He
began, very slowly, to understand their ways, the ones that lived
together and chattered so much. His Daddy chattered at him in the
way of humans and eventually, he began to understand sound as a
language as complex, but not as direct or precise, as scent. He’d
become human, but not human. He and his mate had gone amongst the
furless humans; and they, never having seen such tall, robust, hairy,
pale beings before, were curious.
When his Daddy shifted form, and at his
urging Charlie did too, the smaller, dark-skinned humans became truly
excited. They spoke in the way of their people and Charlie was
confused that he did not understand the noises they made as he did
when his Daddy spoke. Eventually one of them, a bent, older female
smelling of smoke and a multitude of herbs, began making bear noises
at them. She was imitating the calming sounds mother bears make,
though not perfectly, and with a much higher pitch. His Daddy then
dropped to all fours and bowed his head to the elder female. It was
then that they were greeted with great friendship. They were
surrounded by the whole group of humans, hands moved all over their
fur, stroking them with what he later was told was reverence. There
was then food, drink, and celebration.
Charlie did not understand it until his
Daddy explained it to him; they were being treated as if they were
the Sire of The People, The Great Father Bear, and it was at that
point that he’d first encountered the concept of Gods. For their
part, Charlie and his Daddy returned the kindness bestowed upon them.
As a team they hunted for the humans, providing many grass feeders
for the frail beings they’d befriended.
As Charlie lay there, thinking about
how he’d been fucked by his Daddy with the tribe watching and
getting close to climax, he thought how he now had his own sons; and
they and he were a part of a werebear tribe, a clan, a family. All
here within the sacred cave were hybrids, not fully bear, but no
longer fully human. Their paths had been different than his, of
course. He had started life as a four footed bear. Even now, after
all this time, he felt the pull of the wild in a way that was somehow
different, he imagined, than his were brothers did. They’d started
their lives as human, and he felt that they were perhaps more removed
from the wild than he himself was. He felt sometimes as if he had
surrendered something central to his being when he became were and
could shift to 'human'. He wondered if all his were brothers felt
something like that... that they surrendered an essential and
unrecoverable part of their humanity when they gained the ability to
be 'bear'.
His paw smeared the abundant precum
around the bulbous tip of his half human-shaped cock. He was close
now, so he reached over to shake one of his sons, sleeping pressed
close to him on his left. With the other paw, he gently shook the
shoulder of the other son, pressed into his right flank. Both roused
easily and, noticing their daddy, they began to shift to join him.
He went further in his change to full bear form, he spread his legs,
and offered his heavy balls and thick, unsheathed shaft as his own
Daddy had done so very long ago.
Each of his boys moved into position,
lapping at his fur-covered balls, and curling their tongues around
his cock. When he came, there was more than enough for both of his
sons. After his orgasm, his cubs tussled with each other in sexual
play, one mounting the other and vice versa.
As the wash of sexual gratification
ebbed, he found himself thinking that nothing good comes without
effort and sometimes loss. But what was gained was sometimes much
greater than what is given up. No… nothing good comes without
effort and sometimes loss… and sometimes good can come from bad.
He reflected on that last part sadly, and a tear rolled down his
cheek as he once again thought of what Bahonu had shown him, and how
he could do little or nothing to change what was to happen.
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Royce Tobin was ready.
The department had been offering him
early retirement, and he decided to take them up on it. He’d been
getting all the paperwork together, and preparing for this since he
found out about Ron and his boys. It was a generous deal, but in
reality with the plans he’d been making, he seriously doubted if
he’d be as dependent on money to survive as most people would;
bears could live off the land. He’d also finalized the purchase of
a small well-appointed, yet secluded cabin home five hours north of
his current home in town, in the mountains. He needed a retreat,
some place to be while he changed, and while he changed his boys. In
reviewing the recordings from the shop, he’d found out that at in
just a month, Ron would be making his trip. He even knew the route
he’d be taking thanks to the surveillance system in his office. It
would be then he’d make his move, and he had all the things he
needed to attempt what he intended. He just hoped the knowledge from
the old tome in his puzzle chest was right.
The shop had been closed for a week,
and the young man, Cody, had returned from whatever trip they’d all
taken a changed man. Apparently, none of the regular customers that
visited the shop seemed to notice past asking if he’d been working
out, if he was wearing lifts, or if he had a cold that made his voice
deeper. It was amazing that they glossed over what, to Royce, were
stunning differences. Cody walked with a confident swagger, Royce
knew, was because he’d become a werebear. He was taller, wider,
more heavily muscled, and had plumped to rounder shape. He was as
big as Bubba now, and his beard grew out to five o’clock shadow
before midday. Royce noted that he would have to go shave twice
daily while at the shop, because he’d disappear into the employee
bathroom, and emerge smooth on his face everywhere except where his
thick circle beard grew; and… he was absolutely COVERED in manfur
when Royce watched the daily after work fuck at the shop. His voice
was deeper when he spoke, growled, or grunted. His package, Royce
noted with thoughts of increase for his own large cock, was much
larger. He’d watched, repeatedly, the young man transform for the
first time on a fuck bench while Ron fucked his throat and Nick
fucked his ass and shot hard each time seeing him change as he was
fucked.
So now Royce knew how long it took for
a human to become a werebear, and made notes in the book he’d been
recording observations in. He gathered what he needed, wrote out,
and went over his plans, had gone over them hundreds of times, made
arrangements, and purchases, and by the time Ron was ready to go on
his trip, Royce would be ready, too. He’d also built in a few
contingencies; because no plan goes off without a hitch.
The boys were told that Daddy would be
making a trip for three weeks up north, and that they were to carry
on with their work, and studies, and upkeep of the house. Robbie and
Tyler were in charge and were to see to it everything got done, but
told that if they abused their roles or shirked their
responsibilities, there would be unpleasant consequences when Daddy
got home. They were all welcome to cigars and alcohol, but that, too,
was not to be abused and had to be replaced.
Royce leaned back in his chair, puffed on his half-smoked cigar, slowly jacking his leaking cock while considering calling one of his boys down to satisfy his needs. He reflected on the truth of the matter; life was good... and it was soon going to get better! Daddy needed to shoot, but he wanted it to be in someone, not just all over his paw. He texted Dwight to come down while he rubbed his thickening cock, and let his mind wander; yes, life was going to be so much better.
Royce leaned back in his chair, puffed on his half-smoked cigar, slowly jacking his leaking cock while considering calling one of his boys down to satisfy his needs. He reflected on the truth of the matter; life was good... and it was soon going to get better! Daddy needed to shoot, but he wanted it to be in someone, not just all over his paw. He texted Dwight to come down while he rubbed his thickening cock, and let his mind wander; yes, life was going to be so much better.
Yay ! New chapter ! <3
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