Feature Writer: BluDraygn
Feature Title: GOLDILOCKS & THE THREE (WERE)BEARS 1
Published: 16.07.2021
Story Codes: Demonic
Synopsis: A cabin. A Bear. A hiker with golden hair
Goldilocks & the Three (Were)Bears 1
“Fill ‘er up Ted,” said Anna as she climbed out of her little sedan.
“Heading out, Goldie?” asked Ted as he walked over to the gas pump and lifted the nozzle to fill up her car. Ted was easily pushing seventy and didn’t even work for the gas station. He just liked helping people out and chatting with the locals. The station’s corporate bigshots didn’t want him there and considered him a liability, but Doris, the gas station’s manager, never seemed to mention anything to the elderly man.
“Yup, heading north today,” Goldie replied. Born with naturally wavy golden blonde hair, it wasn’t until Anna started school she realized her actual name wasn’t Goldie. After kindergarten, all the teachers in the school called her by her nickname, and she only needed to explain why she didn’t use Anna to the new ones. Most accepted the explanation after a quick glance at her hair. “The trails around here are getting a little too familiar,” she continued. “I’m looking for some new scenery.”
“You be careful, eh? Take some bear spray with you if you’re going north. We’ve got some in the store. I don’t want to hear you ended up a grizzly’s lunch. You’re too pretty for that.”
“Aww, thank you, Teddy,” she said before heading inside to pay and grab a few supplies for the trip. Her backpack was ready to go, but she wanted to grab some water and snacks for the road. At the counter, she saw the little canister labeled “Bear Spray” attached to a keyring. Its pink case made the target consumer obvious. Only black bears roamed the woods around her town, and they were so rare she hardly worried about them. But where she planned on hiking was a few hours north of here and definitely within grizzly country.
Plucking one of the bottles from the display, she tossed it on the counter with the drinks and snacks. Back outside, her car had a full gas tank, clean windows, and Teddy was just finishing up checking the oil. She tucked a five into the old man’s breast pocket and gave him a kiss on the cheek as thank you before climbing back into her car and pulling out onto the highway heading north.
An avid hiker, Goldie loved nothing more than to spend an entire day wandering around in the woods outside her sleepy little town in western Canada. But today, she was venturing far from her usual trails in search of new vistas.
That was only part of the reason, though.
Like anyone who has been on a long hike, she occasionally needed to stop and answer the call of nature. On a particularly blustery afternoon, she became acutely aware of the breeze rustling through her tidily trimmed golden pubes and caressing her pussy as she relieved herself. Long after her bladder was empty, Goldie squatted there, enjoying the brush of forest air across her sex. It wasn’t like it was the first time she peed out in the woods, but that day something awakened within her. Windy days quickly became her favorite time for hiking.
Her new activity progressed into leaning against a tree with her pants pulled down to her knees. She didn’t touch her pussy as she stood there exposing herself. Not because she didn’t want to but because Goldie knew her attitude towards these little adventures would change once she did.
A few weeks later, she finally succumbed, reaching down to tease her naked sex with her fingers. She came harder that day than she did using her largest dildo back home and had to drive home with the crotch of her pants soaked from where she squirted everywhere. After a few months, her little forays bordered on addiction. At least once a week, she wandered off the hiking trail and found a quiet place to play with herself while exposed to the surrounding forest.
Unfortunately, three weeks ago, someone nearly caught her. He was only stepping off the path to take a piss but ended up coming straight towards her hiding spot. Terrified, she froze in place as he did his business, praying that he wouldn’t look in her direction and catch a glimpse of her standing behind a tree with her shorts and panties on the ground by her feet and her hands between her legs. She especially hoped he didn’t hear the thin black butt plug humming away inside her rear. Anna didn’t care much for getting fucked back there, but the slight buzzing of the toy in her ass often turned these masturbation sessions up to eleven. It was also why she slid her shorts entirely off since cumming hard enough to squirt was common when she used it out here in the woods.
Goldie almost cried with relief when the man finished peeing and walked back toward the trail.
She hadn’t gone hiking since and was getting desperate to feel the forest breeze on her pussy again. Anna realized that traveling for hours just to sate her fetish was a bit extreme. Her chosen hiking trail was quite the drive and had terrible reviews online from being poorly marked and maintained, despite having some fantastic views along its path. Hopefully, its lousy reputation meant she wouldn’t need to worry about other hikers bothering her.
A long, dull drive through the Canadian countryside later, she pulled into a tiny parking area off a dirt road. After apologizing to her car for making it bounce along the nasty ruts left by previous vehicles, she pulled her pack and walking stick out of the trunk. Goldie checked her water and food supplies one last time and pulled out her phone to turn off notifications only to see she didn’t have any service anyway. Flipping it to airplane mode, so it didn’t run down the battery, she checked the straps on her pack one last time before grabbing her walking stick and setting out.
This was it, this was the place.
High atop a hill, the wind gusted through the trees as though inviting her to shed her clothing.
Dropping her pack next to a large boulder, she accepted the breeze’s offer and pulled her shirt over her head, humming with happiness as air flowed across her nipples. With a final glance around to be sure she was alone, Goldie unbuttoned her khaki hiking shorts and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Swinging her hips back and forth as though teasing an unseen lover, she slowly dragged them down over her ass. She imagined the breeze showed its appreciation with a gust that nearly toppled her forward as Goldie pulled them down to her ankles. After a moment of wrestling her shoes through her shorts’ leg holes, she laid them on her pack with her shirt.
Now it was just a thin strip of fabric hiding her sex from the surrounding forest. Slipping her thumbs under the string of her panties, she began swaying again in a slow dance. Half closing her eyes, Goldie imagined a handsome wind spirit watching her as she teased him with flashes of her pussy and ass. Her imaginary lover floated around her, the fingers of one hand brushing lightly over her skin as the other stroked his impressive cock.
Oh, how she wanted to be taken at that moment, to have her sylphid prince rip her panties off and fill her pussy. But that wasn’t going to happen. He could only touch her with light brushes of his fingers and could never fuck her, no matter how much he wanted to.
Goldie pulled her panties down and moaned as she felt the cool breeze across the wetness coating her lips. Her imaginary lover knelt behind her, staring with reverent delight at the sight of her pussy and ass. It wasn’t just some random gust of wind disturbing the golden hairs down there, but his breath. Pulling her panties the rest of the way off, she laid them on top of her shorts. The gusset was utterly soaked and might even be wet enough to seep into her shorts. It wasn’t a big deal to her. She quite enjoyed the taste and scent of her pussy, and at the moment, driving back home with the car smelling like her aroused sex sounded like fun.
She looked around again but not with worry. Instead, a flash of disappointment crossed her face as her imaginary lover failed to appear. Not that she really expected him to, but the hope was there. Leaning over against the boulder, Goldie rested one arm against the lichen-covered rock while the other teased her nipples before sliding down her stomach and through her trimmed pubic hair.
A flash of excitement ran through her at the realization she had never been this exposed before. All she needed to do was take her shoes off and she would be completely naked out here. The thought was tempting, but her hiking boosts were a pain to get on and off. Also, if she was wrong about the chance of other people on this trail and needed to make a quick getaway, she wanted to have them on.
With her senses geared toward the light touch of the forest wind, slipping her fingers through her blonde pubic hair and touching her sex was like an electric shock of pure pleasure. Goldie’s breath quickened as her fingers spread the wetness coating her lips, and she moaned as two fingers pushed inside her sex. She whimpered quietly as her fingertips found and gently caressed her g-spot.
She hadn’t touched herself all week in preparation for this trip, and her first orgasm was building quickly. It took all of her will last night to just go to sleep without lubing up her largest dildo and fucking herself silly with it. She got the blue silicone monster as a gag gift at a friend’s bachelorette party and would never have bought something that large on the assumption it wouldn’t fit inside her. It took some work, but Goldie didn’t think she’d ever been so happy to be wrong.
“First orgasm,” she muttered with a laugh that turned into a long moan as she plunged her fingers inside her once again. Normally, she was ‘one and done’ for fear of being discovered, but Goldie planned on being here for a while. She even had a couple toys in her pack to help out.
Coating her fingers with her fluids, she brought them forward to her untouched clit and shuddered as she drew them across her pearl with feathery touches. A whimper escaped her as she struggled to control herself and not speed up or apply more pressure. She began making small circles around the tiny nub–
Goldie’s eyes popped open, and her hand froze at the sound of something large tromping through the underbrush. Fear gripped her as the noise stopped just over the crest of the hill.
Her eyes about fell out of their sockets when the head of a grizzly bear popped into view as it stood up on its hind legs. Bear and human stared at each other for a moment until a stray breeze ruffled Goldie’s hair. A moment later, the grizzly pointed his nose upward and sniffed deeply before tilting its head to the side and huffing at her.
Her expression went from fearful to horrified as she realized the bear found her by following the scent of her pussy.
Slowly reaching down, she gathered her clothes in one arm. Then carefully unzipped the pocket in her backpack with her car keys.
The grizzly growled and grunted in warning when her hand dipped into the pocket. The beast disappeared for a moment before reappearing at the hill’s crest, walking on all fours.
Yanking her keys out, Goldie quickly shoved her thumb under the bear spray’s safety tab and pushed the button, sending a stream of reddish-orange liquid arcing through the air.
The large animal jerked to the side as the spray jetted towards him, then nonchalantly watched as the fluid fell pitifully short of its target.
The canister began sputtering and puffing out clouds of the spray before Goldie realized she had missed. Tossing her keys to the hand holding her clothes, she grabbed her backpack and bolted down the hill trying like hell to not scream her head off.
A gust of wind blew some of the lingering puffs of spray into the bear’s face, making the animal sneeze repeatedly as the human ran away. Stepping to the side so he wouldn’t be downwind of the burning red liquid, the bear walked around the puddle over to where the woman had been standing. Putting its nose to the ground, it snuffled around in the underbrush, breathing in the scent of the woman’s sex juices before making a noise that sounded a lot like a chuckle. Taking a second long sniff just for good measure, the animal padded off after the human.
He didn’t need to be in a hurry. His sensitive ursine easily picked up the scent of wood smoke. Once the human smelled it, there was little doubt where she would be going.
“Hello! Hellooo! Is anyone home?!” Goldie called out as she darted toward an old homesteader-style log cabin in a clearing up ahead. She looked for vehicles around the cabin as she ran toward it, but any cars must have been on the far side of the building.
As she approached the house, she shifted her clothes around in hopes she could at least throw her shirt on. In the process, the canister of bear spray in her hand brushed across her nipple. Goldie hissed in pain from the intense burning sensation and quickly wiped it off with her shirt.
She was alive and not bear food, yet, but her nipple felt like it was on fire. Holding one hand over her tormented breast, the woman ran up to the cabin door and beat on it, rattling the windows to either side.
“Please! Please, let me in?!” she yelled, but her only answer was a grunt from the grizzly bear behind her. Looking back, she saw the bear slowly approaching with what appeared to be curiosity. At least it wasn’t charging after her.
“Please!” she yelled, twisting the doorknob. To her surprise, it opened, and she threw herself inside, locking the door behind her. Bolting through the one-room house to the front door, she locked it one as well, then peered out the window to check for cars again. Not only were there no vehicles, but there didn’t appear to be any kind of roadway to and from the homestead.
Looking around the inside of the cabin, she noticed only a few items associated with modern living. The doors, doorknobs, and windows all looked like they could have come out of a big-box hardware store. Next to the galvanized steel washbasin of a sink sat a familiar blue bottle of dish soap. The mattresses on the unusually long beds came from well-known online bed-in-a-box retailers even though the bedframes were made of logs and rope.
Goldie backpedaled as the grizzly’s head appeared in the window next to her. The weight of her pack threw her off balance, sending her stumbling across the room. Throwing her arms out in front of her, Goldie’s hands slapped into the opposite wall, barely preventing her face from doing the same.
Behind her, the bear grunted twice in tones that sounded disturbingly like ‘Sorry.’
Goldie shook her head, trying to banish the thought. The stress must be getting to her if she imagined the bear was talking to her.
For the time being, she appeared safe as the grizzly seemed content watching her through the windows. She took the opportunity to slip her panties on but found a streak of red bear spray on the crotch of her shorts. Inspecting the canister, Goldie saw the orange-red liquid slowly bubbling out of the nozzle. Annoyed, she tossed it into a trashcan over in the kitchen area and held up her shorts. Considering how her nipple felt right now, she didn’t want that stuff anywhere near her pussy. God forbid it spread through the dampness of her panties and get on her clit.
Tucking her shorts into her pack, she then pulled out her cell and turned off airplane mode. No service, as expected. That meant she couldn’t depend on anyone else to help her. The homestead’s owners could, but Goldie had no clue when they might be back and felt guilty they would have to deal with a grizzly bear on their doorstep upon coming home.
Since the bear wasn’t trying to get inside, maybe she could hide. If she was out of sight and out of mind, there was a possibility it would leave. Unfortunately, all the nice, double-hung windows in the one-room cabin left virtually nowhere to hide. She couldn’t even crawl under the beds because they were barely a hand’s width off the floor.
Her best option seemed to be hiding under the covers on one of the beds. Two beds were pushed together on one side of the room while a third took up the opposite corner of the cabin’s back wall. It also didn’t have a window looking over it where the bear could bust through the glass and snatch her up for a quick meal.
Goldie pulled back the covers on the smaller bed then led the grizzly on a merry chase around the cabin, making it switch from window to window to keep her in sight. As it raced around the corner of the house, she dove into the bed and pulled the covers over her.
The bear ran from window to window, grunting, huffing, and growling in what Goldie interpreted as disappointment and confusion. With luck, if she didn’t move for a while, the beast would lose interest and wander off.
Her fantastic idea lasted all five minutes until the doorknob jiggled. Daring a peek out from under the covers, she saw the bear’s head in the window at the top of the door. Seconds later, the knob jiggled again.
Who the fuck was the asshole who taught this bear how to use a door?
The noises outside quieted for a moment, and for a few seconds, Goldie dared hope the creature left. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming out loud when a soft click came from the door’s lock. What the hell! Did these people use doorknobs like her apartment’s bathroom where you could unlock it with a fingernail!
As the door swung open, the grizzly made a series of low grunts that sounded almost like chuckling.
The animal wasted no time coming straight toward her. Tears sprung to Goldie’s eyes as it set its large paw on the foot of the bed. Instinctively, Goldie jerked her legs up and wigged into the corner at the head of the bed before curling into the tightest ball she could manage.
As the bear tried to drag the blanket off her, she desperately held on to the top edge, as though it were somehow the shield protecting her from certain death. A few seconds later, the blanket at the foot of the bed rose, exposing her ass and feet.
Whimpering as tears rolled down her face, she began whispering, “Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me…”
Goldie shrieked as the grizzly’s large nose pressed against her pussy and inhaled deeply.
“Lady, if I were to eat you, I’m sure you would enjoy every second,” said a gruff, rumbling voice.
Hope burned bright in Goldie’s eyes as she threw off the covers and tensed to run to her rescuer. But there was no one else in the room, only the grizzly drawing in another deep breath with its nose pressed against her sex.
Her hope turned to despair as she assumed the voice had been her imagination. She was on the verge of tears when a movement made Goldie looked down. The bear’s body appeared to be growing and changing shape.
The grizzly groaned in happiness as it pushed itself off the bed and stood up, “You smell positively delectable.”
Goldie’s body jerked as though shocked by electricity as she stared up at the animal’s face. The bear’s lips moved with the words. She suddenly realized its lips also moved against her ass when it spoke a moment ago. The bear finished growing, but it didn’t look right anymore. It was still covered in fur and huge, but its legs had lengthened and shoulders shifted back. It struck her that the bear’s body now matched human proportions, and it looked perfectly comfortable standing there grinning down at her. The animal’s muzzle appeared to have shrunk slightly, but the most significant change was its eyes. The orange-brown pupils that stared in through the windows at her were now bright green and looked very… human.
Her gaze traveled down the creature’s body to a pink protrusion jutting out from a hairy sheath above a lightly furred scrotum. She was no expert on bear anatomy, but that thing looked very human, and very large.
“Did… Did you just talk?” Goldie asked in hushed tones, hope welling up within her again.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have, but yes,” said the bear.
“Oh, Thank goodness!” she cried out, popping out of her protective ball and flopping onto her back in relief. “Now it all makes sense,” said the woman, as she stared at the ceiling.
The bear huffed, its tone indicating curiosity as it tilted its head to the side.
“It’s all a dream. It’s all a fucking dream. Talking bears with human dicks. It sort of makes sense since I have no clue what a bear’s penis looks like. I suppose I should be happy it isn’t a dog cock or something. Even you showing up fits. I never get off in my dreams, something always interrupts me.
She looked over at the grizzly. “Admittedly, I was definitely on ‘Team Jacob,’ but I’ve never fantasized about werebears before. I wonder where in my head you came from?” Looking around the cabin, Goldie rolled her eyes, “Cabin in the woods, three beds, one too hard, one too soft,” she wiggled around for a moment, “and one that’s just right. All we’re missing is some porridge.”
The bear grunted, “Awful stuff. I think every werebear has tried it once in their life just for the story. But there’s no way I’d be interested in porridge with something as tasty as you around,” he said, leaning over her legs. Lowering his head, he placed his nose over her crotch and took another long sniff. “Oh, that’s nice.”
The creature’s paws were much more hand-like now but still sported some wicked-looking claws. Placing the back of his claws against the inside of her knee, the werebear gently coaxed it to the side.
Goldie’s mind and senses were at war as the creature pushed her legs apart. Her mind told her this was all a dream while her senses kept telling her it was all extremely real.
“Mama Bear went into heat and left her scent all over before she and Papa ran off. It’s been driving me mad,” said the grizzly in its gruff, rumbling voice.
“Mama Bear? Well, now I know it’s a dream. Shouldn’t that make you Papa Bear?” she said with a nervous laugh.
Goldie’s breath caught as a low growl emanated from the bear’s throat. “No, if I were Papa Bear, you’d already have his dick inside you and be fucked half to death by now. I’m,” the werebear paused as if swallowing something disgusting, “Baby Bear. Let’s just say Papa has a thing for the old stories.
“But enough about him, he and Mama are off fucking somewhere and will be gone until tomorrow night at least,” he glanced at her crotch, “and I have something much more fun in front of me.”
“Are you going to…” she glanced over at the werebear’s stiff cock.
“Only if you want, I’m not like Papa. But after catching your scent up on the trail, I won’t let you go without at least getting a taste of you first.”
The bear dipped its head and licked slowly up the inside of her thigh. Goldie gasped as it slid across the crotch of her panties.
The senses side of the war in Goldie’s head nearly won out as was the man-bear’s soft tongue dragged the fabric covering her sex to the side and briefly touched her exposed lips. The jolt of pleasure seemed very real. But her mind pushed back, pointing out the Papa, Mama, and Baby Bear theme from the Goldilocks story. It had to be some kind of dream, no matter how vivid.
As the werebear licked up her other thigh and ran his tongue over the gusset of her panties, a small moan escaped her. From the time she got up this morning, her entire day had revolved around a nice long masturbation session out in the middle of nowhere. Convinced that she was dreaming, her previous arousal made its presence known.
He pressed his nose against her panties. “That’s fresh,” the bear chuckled.
Goldie sucked in a breath as the werebear leaned down and hooked her underwear with its large canines. With a flick of his head, the strings snapped, and the damp bit of fabric fluttered through the air, landing on the next bed over.
“Beautiful,” the bear growled as he stared at her pussy.
Goldie couldn’t stop the blush of pride and embarrassment from the Were’s appreciative gaze.
The bear lowered its head again, but its tongue instead swiped up the back of Goldie’s fingers and hand. Its lips curled in a growl of annoyance.
“Name first. You hate Baby Bear, so I know that isn’t your name. What’s your real name?”
“If you think this is a dream, does it matter?”
“Probably not, but I have standards. Name?”
“Arthur.”
“I was expecting something more… tribal.”
“Sorry to disappoint, I’m just a Canadian, not an Inuit. What about you? What’s the name of the woman I’m about to drive wild with this long-ass tongue of mine?”
“Anna,” she slid her fingers upward and tugged at her blonde pubes, “but everyone calls me Goldie.”
Arthur tilted his head to the side, “You’re kidding.”
Lifting her head from the pillow, she shook her golden hair out before lying back again with a grin.
“Goldilocks and the Three Bears,” he said, glancing over at the other two beds. “No wonder you think this is a dream.” Turning back, he smiled, “You said you never cum in your dreams? Let’s see if you still think you’re still dreaming in a few minutes.” With the back of his claws, he flicked Goldie’s hand away from her pussy. Leaning down, Arthur dragged his tongue from the bottom of her sex all the way up to her clit.
It was like the thing never stopped, and Goldie’s hands twisted in the bedsheets as Arthur’s tongue slid over her pearl.
The werebear smacked his lips together, “Delicious. This beats honey any day of the week,” he said before taking a second swipe.
Goldie’s moan started as soon as Arthur’s tongue touched her, climbing in volume and pitch as he made his way upward. When the soft appendage finally lifted off her clit she lay there panting and repeating, “It’s only a dream. It’s only a dream” to herself.
The werebear chuckled before returning to his task, teasing her clit for a few moments before dipping lower with his tongue to collect her juices. His method gradually ramped up Goldie’s pleasure, but each time he touched her clit, it drove her a tiny bit closer to cumming. Instead of whimpering in fear, she whimpered in frustration every time Arthur’s tongue dropped down to lick up the juices flowing from her pussy.
“Please…” she whispered as his tongue lifted off her sex again.
The werebear grunted as he rose up to look at her, “Please?”
“I need something inside me,” she said, blushing bright red. Arthur’s cock was massive, but she was confident she could handle it after playing with the big dildo back home.
He smiled up at her. “First, let me show you a couple of things only werebears can do. For instance, did you know bears can purr?” Resting his nose on her mound, he pressed his tongue against her clit and began making a low, rhythmic noise that did, in fact, sound like a cat’s purr.
The comparison was lost on Goldie as the pulsing vibrations traveling from Arthur’s throat and through his tongue sent her over the edge. Her face contorted as her legs clamped down on either side of the werebear’s head. Her back arched for a moment before dropping back to the bed as she sat up and reached for Arthur’s head. She grabbed onto the Were’s ears during her climax and pressed him harder into her sex as her legs began to shake. Goldie’s world froze except for the deep vibrations thrumming across her clit and her hips’ tiny, jerking, involuntary movements.
With a shriek, she fell back onto the bed, pushing Arthur’s muzzle away. Panting and moaning as her legs released the werebear’s head, she drew her knees up to her chest in blatant invitation. But Arthur apparently wasn’t done as he began licking around her entrance, lapping up her juices while carefully avoiding her oversensitive clit.
She was about to tell him to quit teasing and just fuck her when Arthur’s clawed hands pulled her legs apart and his long tongue slipped inside her. Like when he first licked her, it seemed to keep going and going, reaching far deeper than any tongue, man or woman’s, she’d ever experienced. It was even thick enough toward the base to make her feel a little stretched.
Then she felt the teeth.
Goldie looked down her body. It looked as though he was about to take a bite out of her as his canines rested just above her mound, and she could feel his bottom teeth resting against her ass. If he bit down…
The panic rising inside her from the sight of literally being in the Were’s mouth lost traction as Arthur began moving his tongue inside her. The length and thickness of the soft appendage redefined her idea of getting tongue-fucked. This wasn’t what she meant when she told him she wanted something inside her sex, but it was hard to complain when his tongue filled her so nicely, and he seemed to know exactly how to tease her g-spot.
Goldie propped herself up and stared into Arthur’s eyes as his long tongue worked in and out of her. Her senses were screaming at her that this was all real. However, the surreal situation easily convinced her that this was a very vivid dream cooked up by a horny mind desperate to indulge her fetish.
His tongue felt wonderful, but she usually needed a little direct stimulation to get off unless she was using her big toy or had her vibrator in her rear. Laying back down, Goldie closed her eyes and slid her hand over her stomach. Slipping her fingers under his teeth, she found her clit and began rubbing it in quick, tiny circles.
“Faster,” she moaned.
Arthur obliged and added a twisting motion to his tongue. Moaning from the flood of pleasure coming from her sex, Goldie knew it wasn’t going to take her long.
Goldie laid her head back and let out a long, loud moan as she came a second time. Her fingers flew over her clit as a jet of liquid shot from her sex, hitting the werebear in the back of his mouth. She vaguely heard Arthur swallow as a second spurt followed the first. Goldie rarely allowed herself to relax enough to squirt as she found it embarrassing and had a few past lovers who complained about her soaking them. But she was in a sexy dream getting eaten out by a mythical creature, so why hold back?.
“Fu-u-u-u-uck,” she moaned, her voice pulsing with each time Arthur’s tongue slid back into her. Goldie’s body vibrated as her fingers covered her clit to prevent any further stimulation. A few seconds later, she put a hand on his nose and pushed his head away.
Sitting up, she stripped her shirt off and laid back down, spreading her legs. Goldie beckoned him forward while one hand teased a nipple. The searing heat from the bear spray on her other nipple had faded into a low burn. Now that she was aroused again, the sensation took on a new meaning.
Arthur pushed himself into a kneeling position. As he scooted forward, his body started getting smaller. His bear-like face shrunk as his fur drew into his skin, and his claws turned into normal fingernails. Over a couple seconds, the half-man-half-bear turned into a stocky, broad-shouldered, but handsome man with light brown hair that matched his fur and looked only a couple years younger than her. What didn’t change were the piercing green eyes and the cock proudly jutting out between his legs. It was still a nice size though not quite as impressive as his other form.
Though she understood this was the same person who just licked her to two delicious orgasms, Goldie instinctively covered her breasts and sex.
“Why did you change?” she asked.
Arthur blushed, “Mama Bear said I could only stay a Bellator with other werebears. If I hooked up with a human, we could only have sex like this,” he replied, indicating his body. His voice was still deep but was nothing compared to before.
Goldie didn’t know what a “Bellator” was but assumed it was their name for the man-bear body he had a few moments ago.
Her mouth curled into a smile. “Change back.”
“Ma’am?”
“I have some big toys at home. If you have some kind of lube, get it and change back. My dream, my rules,” she said, still covering herself.
She could see the look of longing as the man stared at the hand, shielding his gaze from sex. Hopping off the bed, Arthur went over to other beds and fished out a familiar-looking contoured bottle with a purple cap from between the mattress and the wall.
Goldie shifted onto her knees and briefly considered blowing him while he was still human but decided she wanted the werebear’s cock inside her more than she wanted to feel him in her mouth. Besides, from his growing nervousness and his comment a few moments ago, she got the impression he had little, if any, experience.
She took the bottle from him as he crawled back onto the bed while turning back into the man-bear. As he knelt in front of her, she drizzled some of the lube onto his massive cock. He groaned in appreciation as she began smearing it over his length with both hands. Seconds later, he was thrusting into her hands, grunting and huffing loudly.
If he was a virgin, then maybe she should let him get the first shot out of the way. Goldie reasoned that he looked young enough as a human he probably had more than one round in him. Her pussy clenched at the feel of the prick in her hands. No, if he went off in a couple of seconds the first time, she’d just sit on it until it got hard again. She wanted this thing inside her NOW.
Turning around, she reached back to guide him in and quickly realized the difference in their heights would be a problem. After experimenting with a few different positions, Arthur continued kneeling but laid back, supporting himself on his arms as Goldie faced away from him and stepped between his legs. She reached back and took hold of his lubed shaft, guiding it to her entrance as she slowly sat down. As the head of his cock spread her open, Goldie wondered if maybe she made a mistake about his size and he might actually be too big for her. Still, she kept going. Raising and lowering herself, she took a little more of him inside her each time.
Behind her, Arthur made all kinds of noises as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside her. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at the werebear’s huffs, woofs, and grunts while his eyes remained locked on her sex. She always enjoyed the power her pussy had over men, and the rapt expression on the face of the man-beast only excited her more.
As the stretching began getting a little uncomfortable, the head of Arthur’s cock finally slipped inside her. Goldie yelped as the werebear startled her with a long low roar with his muzzle pointed up toward the cabin’s roof. A moment later, she felt the reason as the first splash of cum sprayed into her pussy. She could tell he was struggling not to jam his cock inside her, which she greatly appreciated as she was still adjusting to his size. As he came, Goldie worked herself up and down, letting the base of the crown slip out of her before lowering herself on it again until he finished cumming and begged her to stop.
“Sorry,” he said, sounding embarrassed.
“Don’t be,” said Goldie as she leaned back against his furry chest, “you’ll be ready again soon enough. Just tell me when it’s okay to move,”
Arthur’s cock was about half soft when he indicated she could move without hurting him. He wrapped an arm around her Goldie and sat up with her still impaled on his prick, then gingerly turned around and leaned back against the bed’s headboard. The overly long beds made more sense to Goldie now, they weren’t made for humans. Once he was comfortable and released her, she took a few moments to sit down the rest of the way on his softened cock.
The werebear groaned from the feeling of her pussy enveloping him, then groaned again as she started making tiny circles with her hips, attempting to bring his prick back to life. She smiled as only a handful of minutes later, the cock inside her began to swell. Goldie’s big toy prepared her for his girth but not his length, and she needed to scoot up his stomach a few inches when the pressure on her womb became uncomfortable.
“How do I feel?” she asked, leaning back on his chest as Arthur began slowly stroking in and out of her.
“Like heaven,” he rumbled, nuzzling her golden hair, “and I didn’t think anything could be better than the taste of your pussy.”
“So… was I your first?”
The werebear’s slow strokes stuttered for a moment. “Yes.”
“Then where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
“Mama Bear.”
She turned to look up at him, making him groan while Goldie stopped for a second to catch her breath from the intensity of his cock twisting inside her. “Your mother taught you that?”
Arthur chuckled, “She’s not my mother, and Papa Bear isn’t my father. He took me in as a teen after my parents–”
Goldie held a finger against his snout while pointing with the other at where they were joined, “Sexy, fucking dream, not sad, depressing dream. Tell me the rest after we’re done.”
“You still think this is a dream?”
“If it isn’t, then I have to deal with the reality that werebears exist. One of them scared me half to death, then chased me through the forest. After all that, I let him eat me out until I literally begged him to fuck me. Plain and simple, my brain can’t handle that much screwing with my reality, so this is all a very,” she squeezed the cock inside pussy as hard as she could, “pleasant dream.” Goldie turned to face forward again, then leaned over to stare at where Arthur’s prick slid in and out of her sex, “Considering how this feels, I’m in no hurry to wake up. Go a little faster. I want to see how many times I can get off before you do.”
It only took a few minutes before Goldie had him stop moving and lift his legs up, so his feet were flat on the bed. Leaning forward, she straddled his waist and frantically threw her pussy up and down on Arthur’s cock. Goldie wailed as her climax ripped through her. It wasn’t that he was hitting all the good spots inside her. Because of his girth, he was hitting ALL the spots inside her. When she opened her eyes, she looked back at Arthur and blushed heavily after seeing she soaked down the foot of the bed.
Once she recovered, Arthur said he wanted to see her face as she came, so she turned around before riding him to a second shuddering orgasm. She held back this time so she didn’t squirt all over him. Her stream could be pretty powerful, and she didn’t want to accidentally spray him in the face.
Sweat-soaked and exhausted, Goldie laid down on the bed facing away from Arthur and drew one leg up while the other stayed straight. Reaching down, she lifted an asscheek in invitation. The werebear slid up behind her and pushed his cock back into Goldie’s sex. The woman winced as he first slid into her. The past two climaxes didn’t come particularly quickly, and she was getting sore. Her sessions with her big toy never lasted this long. Once the werebear’s cock was sliding in and out of her pussy again, she found it easy to ignore the slight discomfort.
Arthur’s hips began speeding up, and Goldie reached down between her legs as the man-beast prepared to flood her pussy with cum. The first time she was surprised by the amount of seed he pumped into her. Now, she moaned with anticipation feeling him pour into her as she played with her clit in an attempt to get off with him. The werebear grunted with each stroke, some of which were deep enough she knew she’d pay for them later, but Goldie’s fingers helped her ignore them.
Above her, Arthur roared as he buried himself inside her. She grunted as he drove into her as far as he could, shoving her up the bed. The feeling of the first long jet of cum spraying against the entrance of her womb set her off, and she matched his roar with a scream of her own.
The mental and physical exertion of Goldie’s day all came to a head as her scream died away. Her body went limp as the world around her faded into darkness.
Arthur’s mind was ablaze with the most wonderful, intense feeling he had experienced in his entire life. He didn’t know if he could go back to masturbating after knowing what it felt like to cum inside a woman. He laid there and panted as his cock continued to twitch inside the golden-haired hiker, but as he recovered, Arthur noticed his human companion wasn’t moving… at all.
“Anna? Goldie!?” he called. Slipping free of her sex, he rolled the woman onto her back. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief as her eyelids fluttered, and she murmured something unintelligible before her breathing became deep and even. Leaning down, he spread her leg a little and looked at the pussy he had just been in. Its lips were red and puffy, and her entrance was still slightly open from his girth but closed quickly as he watched. It looked very different from when Arthur first saw her sex but was still beautiful in his mind. His cock twitched at the sight of cum leaking out of her pussy and forming a small puddle. He really wanted to fuck her again, but her sex looked like it needed time to recover, and he knew just before he came that he went a little too deep.
The temptation to lube up again and slide his cock back into her was strong, but instead, he sighed and walked over to the kitchen area of the cabin. Shifting back to human, he opened a cupboard and pulled out a couple of towels. The lady made a mess of his bed, and he needed to get them cleaned up and get his bedclothes changed. Sniffing the air, Arthur smiled at the scent of sex permeating the cabin. It was nice knowing he was the cause this time. Unfortunately, he’d need to air out the house tomorrow before Papa and Mama Bear got home.
Arthur frowned. He didn’t want to think about them and especially didn’t want to think about sending Goldie on her way before they arrived. Right now, he had some cleaning up to do.
Goldie cautiously opened one eye and looked around. She appeared to be in the same cabin as before. Could someone wake up inside a dream? For that matter, could someone smell inside a dream? Because the air was thick with the scent of cooking bacon. Peering down her body, she saw her host had covered her with a couple of large, cream-colored bath towels that looked like they had seen better days.
The sky outside the windows was red and orange with the setting sun. She could already tell it was too late to hike back to her car. She had the flashlight in the emergency kit in her pack but considering where she was lying, the situation didn’t feel like much of an emergency.
Goldie sat up, holding the towel over her breasts. The bed beneath her appeared to be stripped down and the sheets replaced. She blushed bright red knowing she was the reason for the change in bedclothes.
Arthur stood next to the cast iron stove in human form, moving bacon from a skillet to a plate.
He was also very naked.
“How do you like your eggs?” he asked with a quick glance in her direction.
Goldie threw her legs over the side of the bed and winced as she sat up. She didn’t remember being this sore the night she lost her virginity. “Hopefully unfertilized,” she grumbled, putting a hand on her belly. Goldie’s last memory before passing out was Arthur’s cock soaking her insides like a firehose. It brought a smile to her face, but she wasn’t ready for kids yet. Hell, she didn’t even have a boyfriend at the moment, and the broad-shouldered man cooking for her would disappear the moment she woke up from this insanely real dream.
Oh, yeah. It was all a dream. She couldn’t get pregnant anyway.
Arthur chuckled, “If things were reversed and I was the human, that might be a concern, but we would need to have a special totem from a shaman or witch for you to get pregnant. It isn’t unheard of, but a male Lycan impregnating a human female is stupidly rare.”
Shamans and witches, this dream just kept getting better. “In that case, I like scrambled eggs. What about STDs?”
“Weres heal quickly, and that same healing prevents us from worrying about STDs. Although Mama Bear said we can carry them for a day or two, since you were my first, I don’t think you need to worry.”
“What about Mama Bear? She certainly taught you some tricks.”
Arthur frowned as he cracked two eggs into the skillet and began stirring them around. “Since I came of age, Papa Bear has been using me as a ‘teasing stud.’ I use my tongue to get Marion, ‘Mama Bear,’ worked up, and most times get her off, so Papa Bear doesn’t have to work as hard. She used it to teach me some tricks she said my future mates would appreciate.”
The ‘family’ situation here definitely was sending up red flags. Papa Bear sounded like an abusive asshole. “Is that what I am now? Your mate?”
“How I would love to say yes, but I’m part of Papa Bear’s clan, and I would need to start my own. With no house and no job, that’s going to be difficult. As you saw, we’re pretty much out in the middle of nowhere. There isn’t exactly a huge job market for Lycans out here,” he said, the bitterness in his voice coming out as a snarl.
Arthur scooped her eggs onto a plate and added a small heap of bacon next to them before setting it on a small table pushed up against the wall. “Sorry, We aren’t big grain eaters, and all our biscuits were frozen.”
Goldie stood and gingerly walked over to the table, wrapping the towel around her. Pulling the chair out, she looked at the wooden seat and cringed. “Would you happen to have a pillow I could sit on? I’m pretty sore.”
He smirked as he cracked four more eggs onto the skillet, “That pillow will end up smelling like your pussy,” he stated.
She glared at him, “You could have just said no,” she huffed before trying to sit down as gently as possible.
Arthur’s hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her from sitting. He walked over and grabbed the pillow off his bed before placing it on the chair. She squeaked in protest when he tugged her towel away and laid it over the chair’s back. After helping her sit down, he leaned in close. “Bears have a sense of smell that rivals a bloodhound’s. Six months from now. I want to fall asleep breathing the scent of the first pussy ever wrapped around my cock.”
The thought of her six-month-old pussy juice soaked into the pillow was a little gross, but she couldn’t deny the little thrill she got from hearing him want to remember her every time he fell asleep.
Returning to his eggs, Arthur grumbled about them getting overcooked before scooping them onto the plate with the rest of the bacon.
“Do you normally walk around naked?” Goldie asked after he sat down.
“Usually,” he said around a mouthful of eggs. “Papa moved out here and went off-grid back in the early nineties so he could spend more time as a Bellator. They don’t really make clothing that large, and if we wear human clothing and need to shift, well… you’ve seen how that green superhero shreds his clothes. It’s the same for us, but the purple pants don’t miraculously survive.”
“‘Bellator.’ I heard you say that before. What does it mean?”
“It’s from Latin. It means ‘warrior.’ It’s what we Lycans call our mid-form.”
“You seem surprisingly well-read for someone who lives out in the boonies.”
Arthur smiled, “When Papa took Marion and me in, he had to see to our education until we came of age. We have some excellent teachers in the werebear community.”
“So… where did the Goldilocks and the Three Bears thing come from?”
The werebear sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know. When Marion came of age, and they started fucking, his attitude changed. He got really possessive, and though I hate to admit it, he had good reason. When Marion goes into heat, there’s little that can stop a male werebear from mating with her, except another werebear. I was sixteen the first time Mama Bear went into heat, and Owen beat the piss out of me for trying to fuck her. As I healed, he ran off with Marion so I wouldn’t have another chance. He keeps an eye on her cycles now, and they take off somewhere until her heat passes, leaving me here by myself.”
“I’m not a biology major, but I thought when a mammal went into heat, it was almost guaranteed they got pregnant,” said Goldie before taking a bite of her last piece of bacon. Some buttered toast and jam would have been a perfect finish for Arthur’s breakfast-turned-supper.
“In mammals, that’s true, but not with Weres. Our birth rates are abysmally low, and it’s not just werebears but werewolves and werecats as well. The story goes that a long time ago, the heads of all the Lycan clans met over in Europe. All the clans were having a problem with inbreeding, this was shortly after the curse of Lycanthropy was lifted, and we could no longer make more Weres by biting humans.”
“I’d appreciate it if you kept any biting to human teeth, and not very hard either. Nibbles on the neck are good, but I like my nipples to remain attached.” Goldie sat there for a moment, confused, “I have no idea why I just told you that.”
Arthur smiled, “It doesn’t matter. It’s all a dream, remember?”
She thought for a moment before shrugging. “You were saying?”
“Well… we needed new blood in each of the lines, and the obvious choice was to make it so we could breed with humans. But there was a problem… If every male Lycan could have a Lycan child with a human woman, Weres would eventually overrun the world. Their solution was to make make it almost impossible for a Lycan male and human woman to conceive. That’s why I’m not worried about you getting pregnant,” said Arthur as he took their plates over to the sink. “The last change they made was adjusting the birthrates among Weres,” he explained as he washed their dinnerware and dropped it into a drying rack. “Now there was added incentive for female Weres to bring in new blood. The chances of having a cub are many times higher if a female Were sleeps with a human male.”
“How did they do all this? It sounds like it happened ages ago, and I’ve never heard of any genetic research that could do anything remotely like that, even today.”
“Magic. The Lycan council contracted with some witches to hammer out the details, and over the next few years, they put everything together and cast the spell. I understand quite a few Weres of each kind sacrificed themselves to make it all happen. But today, inbreeding isn’t an issue among Lycans, and we haven’t taken over the Earth, so… mission accomplished?” Arthur turned around to see a mask of skepticism on Goldie’s face.
“So now I’m supposed to believe in magic and spells?” she scoffed.
The man tilted his head to the side in confusion and stared at her for a moment, “I weigh just under a hundred kilos. As he stepped toward her, shaggy fur burst forth from his skin as his body swelled in size. He dropped to all fours hard enough to make the dishes he just cleaned rattle in the drying rack. “Now I weigh almost five times what I did a few seconds ago,” he said in the deep, rumbling voice of his Bellator form. “Explain that without magic.” His tone was triumphant, but as Goldie scoured what little she remembered from high school physics, his face fell, “Oh, no….”
“What’s wrong?” she asked, worry tinging her voice.
His green eyes met hers, “I just realized why you think this is all a dream and why you won’t remember any of this once you wake up.”
“I don’t typically remember my dreams, so nothing new there. Care to explain the rest?”
Arthur sighed, “No, I’ll just say there is a spell protecting the magic world from the human world,” he said, sounding dejected, “and it means once you go back home, you’ll forget everything that happened here.”
She put her hands under his cheeks and lifted Arthur’s head until his green eyes met hers. After a quick glance out the window to see the sun had set and the sky was quickly fading from dark blue to black, she said, “It looks like you have me for the rest of the night lets see if we can challenge that protection.” Looking down at her crotch, she frowned. “Though some parts may be off-limits unless you have a healing potion tucked away somewhere. I’m pretty sore from earlier.”
When she looked up again, there was laughter and excitement in Arthur’s eyes.
“You’re kidding.”
“Anything is possible in a dream,” he replied with a toothy grin
The chocolate-covered “magical” healing lozenge was a pain to swallow, and she would have accused him of giving her drugs if it weren’t for two things. First, she felt fine and didn’t have any weird thoughts after a few minutes, like the times she tried pot and shrooms. Second, the soreness in her sex disappeared as soon as the lozenge dropped into her stomach instead of the normal twenty minutes it took for painkillers to kick in.
After gingerly feeling around her sex and not finding any residual discomfort, Goldie was more than happy to let Arthur’s tongue test for any soreness further in.
Pushing him away before he could make her cum again, she had him revert back to human and lay down on the bed.
Climbing between Arthur’s legs, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. “Dream or not, you are my first, and probably last, virgin. You can only lose your virginity once, but you still have a few firsts I want to claim,” she said before running her tongue up the underside of his prick then treating him to a long, sensual blowjob. After a while, he placed a hand on her head and started thrusting up into her mouth. She gagged a little when he grunted and held her in place as he began filling her mouth. Feeling particularly bawdy, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, showing him the milky fluid before swallowing and opening her mouth again to prove it was gone.
“That’s a fuck of a lot hotter than I ever thought it would be from watching porn,” said Arthur.
Goldie giggled as she retrieved the bottle of lube from earlier, “Where do you go for internet? I imagine the nearest library is quite the journey.”
“Here, The solar panels and satellite dish are on the other side of the house from where you came in,” he said, pointing up at the faint blue lights blinking on top of the cupboards.
As she lubed up a few fingers, Goldie looked around and noticed the oil lanterns hanging from the large beam spanning the length of the cabin were fake and used yellowish LED bulbs instead. He also hadn’t needed to heat up water on the iron stove to wash their supper dishes. “The amenities of modern life out in the middle of nowhere. Nice,” she said before resuming her position. Leaning over, she took his semi-flaccid cock in her mouth and began nursing it back to life as the hand with the lubed fingers disappeared between her legs.
Arthur leaned back and enjoyed the pleasant feelings from Goldie’s mouth. If this roughly equaled what he did to Marion all those times, no wonder she was so affectionate toward him whenever Owen wasn’t around.
“Ah, the joys of youth,” the golden-haired woman muttered as she ran her tongue up the side of his hardening cock.
Mama Bear warned him that he’d probably fall hard for the first woman he fucked, and damned if she wasn’t right. At the moment, he would move heaven and earth for Goldie. For probably the hundredth time since supper, he shoved aside the sadness from knowing she would forget him tomorrow. Pushing away those thoughts became a lot easier when the woman rolled onto her back and raised her legs up, grabbing them behind knees before beckoning him with a finger.
Goldie smirked as Arthur knee-walked over to her, then moaned as he took his cock in hand and rubbed it all over her pussy before slipping inside. Magic or not, the medicine ball appeared to still be working as she felt no pain or soreness as he slid into her. The werebear’s human cock wasn’t nearly as big as in his man-beast form, but still filled her nicely. Before he could get into a good rhythm, she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away. He looked at her in confusion as he slid out of her sex. A moment later, his eyes widened in surprise as she took hold of his shaft and moved it down, so the head of his cock pressed against her asshole.
“Rules…” she said, her voice stern. “First, listen to me. Second, you’re a big boy, even for a human, so go very slow. Third, If I tell you to lube up, don’t skimp. Last, without a vibe, I probably won’t get off, but if I do, you stop and stay perfectly still until I say you can move again. Got it?” Arthur nodded. The look on his face said he’d give her everything he owned as long as she let him fuck her ass.
Despite fingering and stretching her asshole as she sucked him back to hardness, it still took a fair amount of time before his pubic hair brushed against her pussy lips.
“Stay… stay right there,” she said, her eyes closed as she focused on the feeling of fullness in her rear. After a couple of minutes, she had him withdraw and lube up before slipping into her ass again.
Arthur could literally have watched Goldie’s ass stretch then snap closed around the head of his prick over and over all day.
She had him stop again once fully sheathed in her rear and began squeezing him hard enough to make her belly shiver before relaxing and doing it again. When she told him to pull out, Arthur lubed up a third time without her asking and pushed back in. This time she accepted him a lot easier. He gave her a questioning look as he began slowly stroking in and out of her ass. She nodded for him to continue as one hand dropped down to tease her clit.
‘Train them right the first time,” Goldie thought to herself. Normally indifferent toward anal, she was actually enjoying herself as Arthur’s strokes slowly gained speed. A larger hand joined hers down at her pussy, and she lifted an eyelid in curiosity. Arthur grinned down at her and dipped his thumb inside her sex, coating it with her juices before bringing it up and pushing her fingers out of the way so he could make little circles over her pearl.
“I want to feel you cum while I’m in your ass,”
Goldie thought for a moment, then nodded before brushing his hand away. Closing her eyes again, one arm went up over her head, and she started making little panting moans as she attacked her clit with more vigor.
It took some time before she started feeling that tightness in her belly that heralded her approaching orgasm. She was surprised Arthur had lasted this long until realizing this was his fourth time getting off today. Eventually, she started throwing her hips up at him trying to get his cock deeper in her ass.
“Yes… Yes… Yess,” she panted as Arthur grabbed her waist and began slamming into her rear. Throwing her head back, her back arched as her orgasm hit. Arthur buried himself deep inside her and yelled into the empty room as he began unloading in her bottom.
Gasping for air, Goldie’s fingers flew over her clit until it became too sensitive to touch. Her body jerked as it came out of its arch pulling free of Arthur’s prick and letting a few shots of cum land on her belly.
“Nooo,” she whined, flipping onto her stomach and grabbing reaching back to spread her asscheeks, “put it back in and fuck me slow.” She begged, her voice shaking as she was still in the midst of her orgasm.
Arthur grabbed his shaft when she slipped off him, squeezing hard to not waste any more cum. When she flipped over and begged him to put it back in, he quickly mounted her pointing his cock toward her pucker. As he loosened his grip, the backed-up cum shot out and painted her sphincter white, but he only got to enjoy the sight for a moment before pressing the head of his cock against her rear and sliding back into the golden-haired woman’s ass. He wasn’t able to fuck her like she wanted, or his softening cock would have slipped out, but it did give her something to bear down on as she rode out the rest of her climax.
“Oh my gaaaawd,” Goldie moaned into the sheets as her body shook with little aftershocks. “I didn’t think getting fucked in the ass could be that good.” A second later, she giggled as Arthur leaned over and planted little kisses all over her shoulders and the back of her neck. They stayed like that for a few more minutes until he softened completely and slipped out of her bottom. Both of them groaned in disappointment.
Goldie looked around the small cabin, “Do you have a shower?”
Arthur smiled as he crawled off the bed, “It’s outside. Come on, I’ll show you how it works.”
After cleaning up in the shower on one end of the front porch and a quick snack from the fridge on the other, Goldie and Arthur chatted for a while before she started yawning. The werebear’s comforter wasn’t dry yet, leaving them with only a sheet to cover up with. She was surprised to see him come back in from checking the blanket with her shorts and shirt. Arthur had been kind enough to grab them and scrub out the spots of bear spray from earlier. A few minutes later, Goldie found herself in a warm halo of fur as Arthur shifted into his Bellator form and hugged her to his chest from behind.
Later that night, she awakened to Arthur in human form, stroking himself as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance.
“Uh…Goldie?” he asked when he noticed her moving.
Chuckling, she shook her head and muttered, “Virgins,” before reaching down and lifting an asscheek in invitation.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE