Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 16:40:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapters 15-17 (Part 5)

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						15

	I gradually awakened, eventually becoming aware of the warm body I
was wrapped around.  I chuckled quietly, and he stirred, turning his head.
	"What's so funny?" he said as I brushed my lips against his.
	"Just nice waking up with you still here," I whispered in his ear.
	He laughed and twisted around to face me.
	"When we do this, how long until I'd change?" he asked.
	When.  Not if.
	"You're still sure that's what you want?" I said, stroking his
head.  I wanted to so bad, but I wouldn't if he wasn't sure.
	"I've spent so much of my life doing what others wanted me to do.
I want to be selfish for a change.  That is if you think you can put up
with me for that long."
	"You," I growled, grabbing his hair, "I would have no problem
with."
	We engaged in a long, passionate kiss.
	"So how long does it take?" he repeated.
	"Well, it usually takes about four months," I laughed.  "Give or
take a week or so."



	"How long till I started looking different?"
	"Hard to say.  Tends to vary a lot.  Why?"
	"Just trying to decide how to handle this.  Work I intend on taking
care of this week.  Going to be an interesting board meeting," I said with
a grin.  "Not sure how long it'd take to sell the house," I said, a little
sadly.  I had so many memories tied to that house.  It was hard enough when
I sold my parents' house, the home I had grown up in.  But if I had to, I
had to.
	"Was thinking about that.  If you want to keep it for a while yet,
you said something about renting it out...."
	"What are you thinking?"
	"Well, what if I ask Mike if he wants to rent it?  God knows I'm
betting Jimmy would be all for it.  Would you consider renting to
'family'?"
	"Why not?  Question is, would he be renting it, or would we just be
letting him use it?"
	"Oh, no.  He might be my 'nephew' and all, but he needs to get
job."
	He rolled onto his back and I rolled with him, my nose sniffing the
heady aroma rising from his armpit.
	"That tickles," he laughed.
	"Sorry," I said, unrepentantly, beginning to lick the hairs there.
	"That's it," he growled, rolling over on top of me.  His beard
ground into the base of my neck, making my muscles clench.  He ran his
fingertips up my sides and I tried to keep from giggling, but it was a
losing battle.  I thrashed about, rather enjoying our play.
	I grabbed his dick, pulling the skin up, sticking my thumb into the
tube of skin, smearing his hot lube around the head.  He shivered and I
brought my thumb toward my face.
	"Can I?" I asked.  "Please?"
	He grabbed my hand, searching my face.
	He suddenly smiled and pressed my thumb to my lips.
	I licked my thumb clean, tasting him for the first time.  It was
salty and slightly bitter.  I shuddered and felt my own pre-cum leaking
onto my belly.  I worked my way down until his cock was at face level.  I
pulled the skin back revealing its moist head, breathing in its musky funk.
	"You like that?" he chuckled.
	"Yes.  Don't know if it's because it's different or because it's
part of you," I said.  I pulled the skin up, tugging hard, and his nuts
climbed his shaft.  I sucked the overhang into my mouth, gnawing at it.  I
thrust my tongue between the skin and his head, tasting the fermented
flavors that had amassed within it, making him moan.  I pressed the tip of
my tongue against his piss slit, feeling his pre-cum oozing out.  I looked
up at him, his cock in my mouth and he reached down and caressed my hair.
I began working my way down his dick.  It still wasn't easy, but I had been
practicing on it the last day or so.  But now it was hot flesh pounding my
throat, not a rubber sheath.  The taste was wild and untamed.  I went crazy
with lust, slobbering over his meat.  Spit and cock snot ran down my chin,
coating my beard.  The taste of his pre-cum was changing, becoming a bit
sweeter and...well, nuttier.
	I sat back, wiping my hand across my mouth.
	"Where do you want me to take your load?" I rasped, my throat
tender from the pounding it had just taken..
	With a growl, he threw myself on top of me, knocking me onto my
back, a wild, lustful gleam in his eyes.



	I looked down at this hot bear, this man who would be my first cub.
With a growl, I threw myself on top of him, my need for him overwhelming
me.
	"I'm going to fuck that hot ass till I make it mine.  I'm going to
fuck my cum down your throat.  I'm going to fill you so much seed it'll be
coming out your ears.  Then I'll fuck you again and again.  I'm gonna make
you my cum dump.  Got that?" I snarled.
	"Oh yeah," he groaned, his eyes aglow with lust.
	I bit down hard on his nipple and he thrashed beneath me.  We were
both leaking so much I caught our combined home brewed lube in my hand and
began working my fingers into his willing ass.  I lifted his ass into the
air, my fingers buried deep within.  I wrapped my other arm around him,
holding him tightly against me, practically upside down, my dick humping
against the back of his neck.  I pulled my fingers out and thrust my face
into his steamy crack.  I licked and chewed at his quivering hole.  He
babbled and groaned, twisting, trying to reach my cock.  I spat on his hole
trying to get it ready for the impending assault.
	I released him and his sweaty body slid down mine until my dick
wedged into his crack.  I stroked my cock, letting it get his hole wet and
slick.  I pressed the hooded head against his pucker, teasing him.
	"How bad do you want it," I sneered, nudging his legs up my
shoulders.
	"I want it bad.  I want my Papa to make me his cub," he pleaded.
	I felt my cock slit weeping its thick tears.  With a hard thrust, I
buried myself balls deep up his ass.  I clamped my mouth over his, tasting
his screams.
	"Oh God," he groaned.  "Feel that big papa dick deep inside me.
Making me his cub."
	He was panting, pushing back to meet my thrusts.  He was becoming
much more vocal as he was getting used to having my dick up his ass.  His
raunchy vocabulary drove flames higher.  My sweat rained down on his
heaving body, matting his fur.  He reached up and wrapped his arms around
my neck, pulling me down into a sloppy kiss, his hardon humping against my
belly.
	With a strangled cry, his head fell back, his eyes lost in lust.
His load sprayed between our bodies, his ass muscles caressing my dick,
squeezing the cum from my balls.
	As I began shooting up his ass, I saw a brilliant white light.  It
seemed to engulf me, making me feel warm and safe.  It was so beautiful.
I...I can't explain it.  I felt connected to him in a way I had never
experienced.  Or almost never.
	I fell atop of him, lost in the sensation and I felt him caressing
me.
	"And now I'm yours," he whispered.
	"For better or for worse," I panted, looking at him in wonder.
"You're mine."

						16

	I walked out onto the porch, the spring sunshine warm on my bare
flesh after a long, cold winter.  I stretched my seven plus foot frame and
ran my hands down my white furred belly to scratch my heavy nuts.  The
melodious sounds of birds wafted on the light breeze that ruffled my snowy
beard.  Spring comes late this far north, so the warmth was a welcome
change.
	It was a perfect day, but I was uneasy.  Something was up.  I could
just feel it.  It had been niggling a the back of my mind all week.  It was
frustratingly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.  So I put my
finger on something else.
	The hooded head of my hard cock was wet, sticky strands clinging to
my fingertip.  It had been a long, lonely winter.  Well, I shouldn't say
that.  I'm never really alone.  But it had been a while since I'd had
another to keep my bed warm.  Not that I couldn't get any.  It had been
over ten years since I lost Rick, but it was still fresh in my mind.  With
each passing year, I retreated further and further from the world.  Not
because I wanted to, but because I had to.  Losing him had brought home the
need to remain safe.  I didn't know what would happen to all the knowledge
I held if something happened to me, but I saw no other path.
	I was nudged out of my melancholy by a phantom caress.
	At least Rick is still with me, I thought with a smile.
	I remembered well the day I first found him.  It was during the
reign of Dub mac Mail Coluim, King of Alba.  I stumbled upon a field of
recent battle.  Remains of native defenders and invading Vikings scattered
about the landscape.  The violence of man towards his own kind never failed
to appall me.  Above the sounds of a murder of crows, I could hear a
rasping voice cursing softly.  I followed the sound to a gravely wounded
man, feebly struggling to keep the scavengers from his broken body.  I
approached him and he tried to hold me at bay, but he could barely lift his
weapon.  He glared at me as his life's blood soaked into the sodden ground.
	I squatted down to look into his emerald eyes, seeing the pain and
fear hidden within.  But I also saw strength and defiance.  I offered him a
choice, a chance.  I don't know if he believed me, but he accepted my
offer.  He took my blood into himself, changing things forever.
	He was still too hurt to move, so I allowed my scent to roll out,
driving the scavengers away.  In time, he became my cub.  Certainly not my
first and definitely not my last.  And the rest, as they say, is history.
Ancient history.
	I smiled and stuck two fingers into my overhang, teasing the wet
head, then brought my fingers to my lips.  I sniffed my smegma then licked
it from my thick digits.  I grabbed my big hog, peeling the skin back,
letting the sun warm the blunt glans.
	I sat back onto a deck chair, stroking at my dick.  I could almost
feel Rick's tongue caressing the underside of my shaft, the way he used to.
He would work his way up and suckle my head, savoring my hot bear cream.  I
could feel other ghostly hands caressing my chest, teasing my hard nipples.
Not that many, but at the same time, too many.  Nephews, cousins, sons....
	We, as a species, are very long lived.  Myself, I try not to think
too much about how long I have been around.  But we can die.  Not easily,
but it can happen.  And I feel it every time it happens.  The closer they
are to me, the more it hurts.  But I keep them safe, their spirits, their
memories.  They live on in me.  They keep me company through the long
winter months, but occasionally, I do venture out into the world again.
	I sometimes worry about what would happen to them if something were
to happen to me.  Who would take my place?  It's not as if I can write down
our history.  It would be bad if mankind were to find out about us.
	It wasn't always this way.  At one time there had been several like
me.  Not necessarily my kind, but like me none the less.  But over the
centuries, one way or the other, they left this world.  How was unknown to
me, as was what happened to those they kept.  But there had not been
another like me in... a long time.  There had been one that had shown
potential, but....
	The spirits weren't concerned about my introspection.  They were
quite insistent.  They caressed my flesh, bringing me to the brink of
ecstasy.  In my mind's eye, I could see the look on Rick's face he always
had on when he'd slide his ass down on my thick pole.  My nuts churned,
pushing the cum out of my dick to spray across my body.  And at that
moment, I felt him.
	"Brian!" I shouted, feeling his orgasm with mine.  I could
practically feel the cum filling his ass, changing him forever.
	I gasped as my cum splattered down on my furry belly, relief
flooding me.  I had thought he was lost, but he was back.  And he would be
one of us.



	I grabbed my phone, my rapidly cooling load matting my fur, slowly
running down my body.  There was someone I needed to talk to.
	"What?" said the gruff voice on the other end of the line.
	"I've found him!" I said.
	"Who?  Jimmy Hoffa?" he grunted.
	"No.  Brian."
	There was a long silence.
	"I thought you said he was dead," he growled.
	"What I said was I lost him.  You know I don't sense my human
descendants that easily.  He dropped out of my awareness last year.  I
don't know why, but he's back.  And he's becoming one of us."
	"Really?" he said.  "By who?"
	"Not sure yet.  Did you feel anything?"
	"You know I don't feel things like that," he grumbled.
	"Well, just thought you might this one," I said.  "Still, I'm
betting it was one of mine.  I'm going to see what I can nose out."
	"Thanks for the heads up.  Wish I could be more help, but I've got
a lot on my plate right now."
	"I know," I laughed.  "You never could keep your dick to yourself."
	"Fuck you," he chuckled.
	"When and where?" I shot back.  "Been a long time since I had your
big thing in me."
	"Maybe when things settle down a bit," he said, the leer clear in
his voice.
	"I'll let you know when I find something out.  Talk to you later,
Sam," I said.



	I grabbed a quick shower, excitement thrumming in my veins.  But
where to start?
	My senses quested out, trying to find that errant strand, but
whatever I had felt was gone.  I turned to my computer.  I tried seeing
what I could find about him, but an Internet search found very little.  His
name came up connected to the business his grandfather had started long
ago, but little more.  Their website gave plenty of information about their
business, but little more about him than his title. No number.  No address.
I could assume he was in the area of the headquarters, but who really
knows.
	I found his name in an online obituary page.  Not his, of course.
I knew that a few years ago his entire family had been killed in a car
accident.  I knew that, but little more.
	I had known his family for generations.  At one time, I had thought
his grandfather might...well, never mind.  I had actually been there when
he was born.  I knew even then there was something special about him.  But
for this to happen, to say I was excited was an understatement.
	After hours of searching, I was still nowhere.  I sat back in
frustration staring at the computer screen.  Finally, just for shits and
giggles, I entered the word 'werebear' into the search engine.  Was
surprised by the number of hits it got.  A lot of them had to do with
games.  Card games, video games, even role playing games.
	The one that really caught my attention was a site owned by a Bjorn
Torson.  I lost track of how long I spent on his site.  I was caught
somewhere between aroused and alarmed.  His stories were hot and I hate to
admit it, but I shot several times reading his stories.  At least I think
they're stories.  They struck a little too close to home for my comfort.
	Whoever he is he seemed to know a lot about us.  In fact, he
mentioned several of us by name.  It's possible he was one of us, but....
	Though the more I thought about it, his stories were put forth as
erotic fiction.  Made me wonder if it would be possible to post some of our
histories on such a site with no one knowing they were actually fact, not
fiction, other than us.
	Perhaps after I get this...situation straightened out, I would have
to pay this gentleman a visit.
	I looked at the time and cursed myself for allowing myself to get
distracted.  I sat and tried again.  I focused on that fleeting connection
I'd had with him.  I could feel him.  Faintly.  There was something...odd
about him.  It's usually hard enough to feel my human 'children' but I felt
like I was searching through a dense fog.  I willed myself to see through
his eyes.  Slowly, a face came into focus.
	"Paul!" Rick cried from my lips.
	I knew it was true.  Now I had somewhere to start.

						17

	It was late morning when we finally got out of bed.  Heaven help
me.  If he's this horny now, am I going to survive his change?  I had
helped Rick when he'd bring up a new brother, but this would be my very own
cub.
	We settled into the kitchen for a late brunch.



	"So, do you want to give your nephew a call?" I said, munching on a
slice of bacon.
	"Yeah, I figured some time today."
	"How much of the house did you actually get to see?" I asked.
	"Dunno," he snorted.  "Kind of stopped when I found your studio.
You do nice work."
	I felt my face warm with pleasure.
	"Glad you like it," I said.  "Always been creative, I guess.  I
made the bear," I said, jerking my head toward the front of the house, "And
had it cast at a foundry that's not far away.  Designed the...cubby
hole...myself."
	He chuckled, helping himself to more eggs.
	"I haven't really felt like doing much since I lost Joe.  Maybe I
should thank you for bringing it back to me," I said, looking at him shyly.
	He reached over and ruffled my hair.
	"Maybe I should thank you, too," he said.  "I didn't think I'd ever
want to settle down again."
	"Why not?" I asked curiously.
	"Well, I've been a 'cub' for a long time.  Guess it was time for me
to finally grow up," he said with a lopsided grin.
	"Oy.  You mean that's going to get even bigger?" I asked staring at
his crotch.
	He laughed, grabbing his dick and shaking it at me.
	"What?  Not enough for you?"
	"Stop it," I laughed.  "Or do you need to drop another load?"
	"Later," he leered as he began stacking the empty plates.
	After we got the kitchen cleaned up, I took him on a tour of the
rest of the house.
	"The bedroom, I think you know," I said and whooped as he slapped
my ass.
	He had seen most of the main floor, so I took him down to the
basement.
	"We've got storage in here," I said, opening one door.  Mostly
empty shelves ran the length of the walls.  A large freezer sat against the
opposite wall, lid open.
	I walked over and closed it and plugged it in.
	"Didn't expect to really need to use this any more," I said.  "But
it might come in handy."
	"Yeah, we're going to have to make sure we've got plenty of food,"
he said, nodding.
	"Why?  Planning on keeping me tied up for a few months?" I said,
then grinned as I considered the idea.
	"Not necessarily," he chuckled.  "But you're going to need a lot of
calories as you go through the change."
	"Well, we can hit one of the warehouse stores this week and stock
up.  Now this," I said, leading him down the hall, "Is something I put in."
	I showed him the main room of the basement.  The floor was covered
with black rubber mats.  Racks of weights and several benches lined the
wall.  In one corner hung a punching bag and a speed bag.  Four sets of
pulleys were set into some of the support beams, attached to stacks of
weights.  The far end of the room was an open shower area and a door
leading to a sauna/steam room.
	He looked around, nodding.
	"Very nice," he said approvingly.  "We'll definitely be using this
room a lot, too."
	"Oh, it gets better," I said, grinning wickedly.
	I walked over to a storage locker and pulled out a sizable bundle.
I turned and he was looking at my quizzically.  I winked and walked to the
pulley system.  I locked the counterweights in place, then began unwrapping
the bundle, connecting the straps to the hooks hanging from the pulleys.
	He began roaring with laughter, recognizing it.
	"Your own sling," he said, wiping his eyes.
	"I like to have things that are multipurpose," I said.  I pointed
out how some of the equipment, such as the preacher curl, could
have...alternative uses.
	"So that's why your arms go out when I slap your nuts," he grinned
savagely.  "You're used to being tied down when that happens."
	"Might be," I laughed.
	"I keep learning new things about you," he growled, stepping up to
me.
	"Well, that's not real hard.  We really did just meet," I smiled up
at him, snaking my arms around him.
	He grinned down at me, then glanced at the sling, then back, his
eyebrows jumping up and down.  I laughed and went back to the locker,
pulling out a few...supplies.



	With a laugh he returned to the locker and began pulling more
things out.  A tub of grease, a couple of butt plugs, a few paddles, a
leather stick with straps of leather hanging from the end and a few other
things.
	"My, you're a kinky little cub, aren't you?" I chuckled, looking
over his shoulder.
	"Can be," he said wickedly.  "Though little's never really been
used to describe me."  He looked back at me.  "Neither is cub, but I think
I like it."
	"Well, you're my cub now," I said nuzzling his neck, wrapping my
arms around him.  "And I'm guessing you won't be so 'little' for much
longer."
	"Will you like me better after I change?" he asked wistfully, then
yelped as I slapped his ass, hard.
	"I love YOU," I said fiercely, turning him to make him look me in
the eyes.  I read the surprise in his face.  I wondered what had happened
to him to make him think so little of himself.  "The form is immaterial.  I
love you as you are now and I'll love you as you're going to be."
	I kissed him fiercely, kneading his ass in my hands.
	"Sounds like I might have to replace most of my leathers," he said,
rubbing up against me.
	"Leather," I growled.  I love the smell and feel of it.  The
thought that he felt the same made my cock begin to drool.
	"Unfortunately, it's all back at the house.  Didn't really expect
to want it."
	"You didn't go through my stuff, then," I said, licking my lips.
	"Of course not," he said, pushing me away, offended.  "I wouldn't
do something like that, especially with someone I want to keep around."
	"I know that," I said pulling him back into my arms.  "It's just if
you had, you would have found my gear and you wouldn't have wondered."
	He growled in response.
	I picked a paddle out of the locker, running it up his leg, letting
it rest against his ass.
	"Good thing you didn't do that," I said with my best snarl.  "Or
I'd have to punish you."
	"Oh, no, Papa," he said, his eyes dancing with delight, completely
ruining the innocent look on his face.  "I'm a good little cub.  Please
don't punish me."
	I was pleased he fell right into the role.  It seemed his little
dice games weren't the only role playing he'd done.  He moved back as I
advanced menacingly, backing him toward the sling.
	"Hmmm.  I seem to remember someone saying something about me liking
him better when he changes," I said, slapping the paddle against my hand
with a satisfying smack.
	I forced him back until the sling was right behind him.  It was all
I could do to keep from laughing, but that would ruin the fun.
	"I didn't mean that my Papa doesn't love me," he said meekly,
looking up at me innocently.  "I just want to be the best cub he's ever
had."
	"Seeing as you're the only cub I've ever had, that shouldn't be
hard," I growled, grabbing him by the hair.  "But I'm going to have teach
you how much your Papa loves you."
	I spun him around and pushed him face down onto the sling.
	"You hold onto those chains and don't let go or it'll be worse for
you," I snapped.  Then I bent over and whispered, "Just say 'mouse' and
I'll stop."
	He nodded, keeping his hold on the chains.  He did know how this
worked.
	"Yes, Papa," he said in a tiny voice.
	I rubbed the paddle against his ass cheeks, then brought it down
with a reverberating smack.
	"Thank you, Papa," he gasped.  "I didn't mean to be bad."
	"Well, I've got to be sure you've learned your lesson."
	I hit him again, even harder.
	"I have to make sure my cub knows who his Papa is."
	Again and again the paddle tore into his flesh.  His ass was
glowing a bright red.  I was breathing hard and my cock snot was running
down into my bush.  I looked down and noticed the puddle growing underneath
the sling.
	"What's this, then?" I asked, running the paddle along his dick,
pressing it hard into his nuts.
	"It's something my Papa gave me," he gasped.
	"Hmmm.  He must really like you," I purred.
	"Oh, no he doesn't," he said.  "He loves me."
	"Maybe you've learned your lesson," I said, pulling the paddle
away.



	Hiding a mischievous smile, I let the chains slip through my hands.
	"What did I tell you?" he roared.  "That's it."
	He flipped me over, glaring at me.
	"Now I have to teach you to listen to your Papa," he growled.
	He slipped my wrists into the cuffs attached to the sling.  He
hooked my legs around the lower straps, spreading my legs wide.  He gripped
the base of his cock and slapped it against my nuts, flinging strands of
goo across my body.
	"Oh, Papa, what are you going to do with that?" I asked, my eyes
wide open.
	"I'm going to make sure you listen to your Papa from now on," he
growled, staring into my face.
	"Oh no, Papa.  Your dick's so big.  It will never be able to fit up
my ass."
	"I'll make it fit."
	"But Papa, it'll hurt, won't it?  Your dick is so big it will split
me in two."
	"Oh, yes, it will hurt.  It will hurt you so bad you will remember
to be a good cubby.  You will remember how much your Papa loves you."
	He rubbed his head along my crack, lodging it against my hole.
	"Oh, I know my Papa loves me.  I love my Papa too.  He just wants
to give me what I deserve."  He pushed his hips forward while pulling me
back.  His dick drove right up my hole.
	My head fell back, my mouth working.  I had been fucked more in the
last week or so than I had in years, but still taking him dry knocked the
breath out of me.
	His expression grew worried.
	"Papa's teaching me good," I gasped and relief filled his eyes.
	"Gonna teach you real good," he growled, staring into my eyes until
I nodded.
	His dick had been throbbing up my chute, leaking, lubing me up
good.  He pushed me away from him, his cock slowly pulling out of my hole.
Then he let go and I swung back until my cheeks bounced against his hip
bone.  He repeat it again and again.
	"Ugh," I grunted.  "Got Papa's big dick in me.  I'm sorry, Papa.
I'll try to be good.  Just keep fucking me.  I'll be good.  Very, very
good."
	"Yes," he hissed.  "You are very good.  If you stay good, maybe
I'll let your uncles and cousins fuck you, too.  Would you like that?"
	I felt my cock oozing, thumping my stomach as he pounded my ass.
	"Oh, Papa, can I?  I want to show them what a good cubby you've
got, but only if it's okay with my Papa."
	"Oh, it's okay," he said grinning down at me.  "We're all...."
	"Sexually generous?" I gasped and he chuckled.
	"That's a nice way to put it.  But I know a few who have already
asked for a shot at you.  But don't worry.  You will always be my cub."
	"And you my Papa."



	I twisted his tits and his ass muscles tightened against my shaft
in a familiar rhythm.  I pulled almost all the way out and bent nearly in
half, catching his load in my mouth.  I pushed back in, the last of his
load dribbling across his belly.  I took his head in my hands, letting his
cum drip from my lips into his mouth.  I groaned and began really pounding
his ass.  Again there was that bright light.  It felt... it felt like
Brian.  I can't explain why it felt like that, but it did.  It hadn't
happened before, until I had been honest with him.  It was too much to try
to understand.  Instead, I just collapsed on top of him, making the chains
creak.
	"Think you learned your lesson?" I panted.
	"Oh, yes, Papa," he said meekly, then grinned.  "What was it
again?"