Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 05:59:48 -0400 (EDT) From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapter 22 (Real part 7) Readers: Remember, Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. 22 I let him sleep in a bit longer in the morning. I needed to get ready for work and knew if he got in the shower with me, I'd really be late. I looked at myself in the mirror. Was kind of funny. I had always kept the beard because it usually took so long for it to fill in, but I really needed to trim it already. I jumped in the shower, running my hand down my side. Like a few times in the past there wasn't even a scar. I ran my hand down my arm, my thoughts turning dark before I thrust them away. Kind of bothered me that I hadn't even really felt it other than the initial stab. But, then I've had spotty sensations since I'd hurt my neck. I dried off and crept quietly into the bedroom. I had eased the drawer holding my underwear open when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I was pulled backward, sprawling across the bed on top of him. "You weren't going to leave without even saying goodbye, were you?" he whispered in my ear. "Of course not. Was going to wake you up before I left. Thought you might need your rest." "Just might at that. If you're like this now and you're only a couple of days into your change, not sure I can imagine what you'll be like in a month or so." "Sure you can handle me?" I said, rolling off of him. He reached out and grabbed onto my nuts. "I think I handle you just fine." "Fuck," I groaned as I reacted to his touch. "I gotta go to work this morning." "What kind of papa would I be if I sent my cub off to work without his breakfast?" he said, pulling the sheets off his body, exposing his morning woody. "I do like a good protein drink in the morning," I said, licking my lips. I jumped in the shower after he left. I was alone, so got through quick. When I got out I saw I had a voice mail from Mike. I listened to it and smiled. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I glanced at the clock and decided to call him before I left. "Good morning, sir." "Morning, Judy. Good job Friday. Told you could do it," I said with a grin. She smiled proudly. "Don't forget you've got that board meeting at eleven," she said. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't forgotten," I replied, hiding a smile. "Oh, be sure your schedule's clear for this morning. I want you at this meeting." "Me? What for?" "I told you we'd talk about your increase." "At the board meeting?" "Yep. Want to make sure they're okay with what I want to give you." "Oh, really?" she said, raising an eyebrow. My phone rang and I shooed her out. "Hello?" "Just me. I'm about to head down with my stuff. If I get back before you get home, is there anything you want me to start packing?" "Let's see," I said, closing my eyes and leaning back in my chair. "If you want, there's some stuff in the attic I want. There's a couple long, flat boxes and the sewing machine...." "Sewing machine?" he said. "Yeah. Let's just say the boxes have cowhides in them." "Oh. Ohhh." His grin was clearly audible. "If what you said is true, I'm gonna need new leathers. Made most of what I've got, so...." "Anything else?" "Not sure. Have you talked to Mike?" "Yeah. He figures they'll be out sometime this week." "Might wait to see what they need and/or want. Both places are furnished, so don't really want to take the big stuff if we don't need to. I think I've got some boxes in the attic if you want to start packing up some of my books." He let out a laugh. "What?" I said. "Thought that when I became a papa, I'd be the one giving orders." "I'm not ordering, I'm suggesting. Hell you might not even feel like it by the time you get home." I glanced up to notice Judy watching me through the glass, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I turned my chair so she couldn't see my face. "Besides, I should be able to help the rest of the week," I said softly. "Can't wait. See you soon." I got to the cabin about ten-thirty and started lugging the boxes inside. Most of it was my clothes, so those ended up in the bedroom. The one with my leathers I decided to take downstairs. There was a rod near the top of the storage locker with a few empty hangers, so decided to let them have some air. The thick, rich aroma struck my nostrils as I opened the box. I lovingly pulled out several vests, different styles and different sizes. It rather intrigued me to find out he made his own leathers. For the most part, if worn during a shift, they wouldn't survive, so had had a set made up for my hybrid size. Would be nice to have someone to play with like that again. I pulled out the last vest and caressed the soft hide, feeling a little melancholy. I sniffed at it and a lingering scent of sweat and cigar smoke mixed with the smell of leather. "I miss you, Rick," I said softly. "But I think you'd be happy for me. I really think you'd like him." I hung up the rest of my leathers, a few pairs a chaps, several varieties of harnesses as well at some additional...accoutrements. I added a few more...toys...to his stash, not without a grin, imagining how I'd use them. I hadn't brought down the box with my boots, figuring I'd just keep them upstairs, maybe in one of the spare bedrooms' closets. I broke down the box and on the way upstairs, stopped to check the freezer. Looked like it was working fine. "Maybe stop and pick up some supplies before I head up tomorrow," I thought. "Got room for a lot of stuff. And he's going to need it." I tossed the flattened box on the growing pile. I figured I might as well reuse them as long as we needed them. I had a few boxes of things I had accumulated over the years that I hadn't been able to part with. One of them was them was a bronze statue of a huge bear. "Hello, Grandpapa," I spoke to it with a smile. "Hope you're well." I placed it on one of the mantle over the fireplace. The rest of the stuff I mostly stacked on one of the empty bookcases. Figured I'd wait before putting anything else up. It took me less time than I thought to put my stuff away. I loaded the empty boxes back into my truck and returned to stand in the hallway. I tensed for a moment, then gave in to temptation. I opened the door to his studio and walked in. I stopped in front of the painting, looking from Joe to Rick and back. "Well," I said, feeling rather silly, "I suppose you know what happened. Don't worry. I'll take good care of him." I could swear I felt something brush my cheek. At the door, I turned for one last look, and I could swear they were both smiling at me. I had my bag waiting by the door when Sean called in the morning. I was quite anxious to get going. It would be a long ride from Nunavut to Seattle, much less from there to wherever Paul was. I had a vague idea. If I really needed to, I could find him. But I wanted to be sure to give him time to bond with his new cub before I showed up. Then, too, I knew where Brian's family had been. Of course, that was thirty some years passed, but still, I think I had a pretty good idea. I could tell Sean was disappointed that I was dressed when he arrived. "Not getting enough from your Papa?" I chuckled. "Yeah, but was hoping for some time alone with you," he pouted. "Awww. You poor thing," I teased, stepping towards him. I lifted his glasses off his face and set them on the table. He grinned up at me as I ran my hands under his shirt. I tugged at the thick fur coating his belly, poking my fingertip into his deep navel. "Not the hole I want you playing with," he laughed as he grabbed my dick through my overalls. "Why, Grandpapa! What a big dick you have!" "The better to fuck you with," I growled. In seconds flat, he was naked with his ass in the air. I laughed long and hard. Well, I'm always long and usually hard. I unbuckled my straps, letting my overalls fall to the floor, working my boots out of the legs. I kicked them off as I pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor. I got down on my knees behind him and bent to lick his pucker. "Mmmm!" I grunted as I ran my tongue up and down his crack. "Somebody came prepared." "Somebody came, period," he chuckled, then groaned as my tongue worked its way inside him. "Papa thought he could help with his own brand of lube." "Yummy," I murmured, working to restrain myself from eating all the cum out of his ass. I detected a slight metallic flavor. "Roark still trying the Prince Albert?" I asked. "Yes," he replied with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, I like it. Fun to play with, but, you know." "Yeah. How many times has it grown out?" I chuckled, knowing how stubborn my grand cub was. "Three times. Last time it came out while he was fucking me." "Oh, no," I laughed, grabbing my dick and rubbing it up and down his furry crack. "What did you do?" "He went in after it," he said sheepishly. "Oh, my God. That boy. At least it got you ready for this," I chuckled, slapping my cock down on his ass, pre-cum slinging from my foreskin across his hairy back. "I'm always ready for that thing," he purred, wiggling his ass. "You might want to shift," I grunted as I pressed my leaking head against his slick sphincter. In response, coarser fur began to sprout across his broad back. I took advantage of his distraction to shove my thick log up his writhing chute. He rumbled deep in his torso, claws beginning to clatter against the flagstone floor. I grunted as I bottomed out, enjoying the warm smoothness of his slick hole, allowing him to complete his transformation. Before long, I had a big, brown bear impaled on my spike, begging me to pound his hole. I grinned and willed my equipment to grow. He let loose a squeal as his hole was stretched wider. His ass squeezed my shaft and he blew his load onto the stone floor. "Look at that mess you made," I said sternly. He pushed us back so he could get his face on the puddle of cream he had spilled on the floor. He licked at the wet stone, groaning and shivering as I continued to pummel his willing ass. Before long, his slick chute became too much and with a roar, I filled his hole with my hot, Grandpapa sperm. Abruptly, he shoved his hips back and I fell on my ass, my dick slipping from his ass. He spun and began licking my crotch clean. I laughed as his rough tongue tickled my sensitive head, then slid my body underneath him. I wrapped my arms around his haunches and shoved my face into his leaking hole. He growled as I worked my tongue deep into his battered hole, savoring the flavors within. He shook above me then bellowed, spewing another load down my body. "Are you satisfied now?" I asked, my head falling to the floor. "Well, I can't let you leave like that," he said, shifting back to his human form and began licking his cum from my fur. "Wouldn't want my Papa to think I'm neglecting Grandpapa." I laid back and let him have his fun. Might be a while before I got back this way. "Ready?" I asked her. "I guess so," she said nervously, then followed me into the board room. We walked in and I walked to the head of the table, gesturing for Judy to sit beside me. I stood looking around the table. Most of these men and women had worked for my father. When I took over, they had been unsure about my capabilities to to the job. But they supported me and offered a lot of advice. Some of which I took, others I ignored. Through it all, we had become almost like a family. "Ladies and gentlemen of the board," I said, examining their expressions. "I quit." Hours later, Judy and I sat in my office. Make that her office. "To the new CEO," I said, lifting the glass of Champagne I had opened. "To the future," she replied with a grin. We clinked glasses. "I can't believe you did that to me," she said, taking a sip. "You should have seen your face," I laughed "I thought I was going to swallow my tongue. I still can't believe you got them to agree to it." "That was easy. You have the qualifications. You know the company inside and out. And what's more, you care about the company. They know you. And after the way you handled Maybach...." "You had this all planned, didn't you," she said, glaring at me. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a while. Finally had the final piece fall into place." "Would that be my getting my MBA, or this guy you're seeing?" she said with a sly grin. I roared with laughter. "You know me too well, Judy," I said, wiping my eyes. "Well?" "Actually a little of both," I admitted. "Is it serious?" she said. "Serious enough I'm leaving with him." She sat staring at me, her mouth hanging open. I reached over and closed it. "I've got to get away. It's time." "Past time," she said, patting my hand. "Don't think you're completely done with me," I said. "I still own the company. If you really need something, you know how to get a hold of me. Might not be able to be here, but you can pick my brain any time." "Well, you were allows the idea man. I'm assuming you'll find something to do with the rest of you." "Could be, rabbit. Could be...." Before I left, I decided to give Jim a call. "Hey, Bro. How's it going?" he said, sounding quite cheerful. "Sounds like somebody's in a good mood," I said with a grin. "Good mood?!? I'm finally going to get some peace and quiet. I'm in freaking heaven." "What? You don't have a cub waiting in the wings?" I said slyly. "Well, never said that," he chuckled. "But, no. I'm thinking I might take a little break." "You? Going without?" I said in surprise. "Never said I was going to be celibate. I've got some...friends that are safe to play with. After all, you did just fine after Rick passed." "Yeah, but it was lonely," I said, glad those days were gone. "Might try it for a while, but you never know. After all, you finally found someone." "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about him." "Tiring you out already," he chuckled evilly. "Dude, he'd wear you and me both out and still be ready for more," I laughed back. "Oh, really?" he said, sounding intrigued. "So what did you want to talk about?" "How...how long does it usually take for the change to start?" I said uncertainly. "It varies. Their scent changes almost immediately. Told you to check that when you got back." "Yeah, but he smelt the same as he did before. The thing is...last night he took a knife to the gut. The wound closed within five minutes. Within ten, there was no sign he had been hurt." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Jim? Are you still there?" I said finally. "Yeah, I'm here. How did you change him?" "He took my load. Why?" "Not sure. You know full well that our blood in a wound will cause the change, even speeding the healing. I don't know if it's different that way or not. Let me see what I can find out and I'll get back to you." "Okay. Talk to you later." When I got back to the house, he wasn't home so I decided to start on his books. Damn, but he had a lot of them. And on a wide variety of topics. Everything from art books to heavy textbook types. I paused at a section that seemed mostly historical. The name of a particular author caught me eye. "Maybe I should get this signed for him," I chuckled, flipping through the pages. The author was a 'cousin' of mine. Of ours. I had a few boxes packed up when he got home. I have to admit, even though I tend to prefer the blue collar type, he looked hot in that suit. The look of relief on his face was reassuring. "Well, I'm done," he said, draping his suit coat over a chair, loosening his tie. "Oh, no you're not. We're just getting started," I said, stretching, feeling my back pop. "I mean I'm done with work. More or less." "More or less?" I said as he stepped up behind me. He began massaging my shoulders. His strong hands squeezed the muscles, working out the knots. "I'll give you a couple of years to stop that," I purred. "I'm still the company's owner," he laughed, keeping up his massage. "Still have an income, of sorts. Just will be keeping track of things online." "And what did they think of that?" "Let's just say, I think I took everyone by surprise. Didn't want to let me go. Was really kind of gratifying. Partly why I agreed to be a...consultant? Got the one I wanted to replace me. Fortunately, didn't have to fight too much over that." "You always get what you want?" I asked with a grin. "I got you, didn't I?" Damn. He keeps doing that to me. "We'll never get this stuff packed up if we keep this up," I thought, helpless to stop myself from tearing the shirt from his flesh and having my way with him. Of course, he didn't seem interested in stopping me. We got to the garage a few hours later. As we walked in, Roark rolled out from under the truck he was working on. "About damn time," he grumbled. "Well, he helped me get packed," I chuckled. "Knowing him, he's the one who got packed." "Guilty," Sean said, raising his hand. "Did I at least get him warmed up enough for you?" Roark said, grabbing the hand I offered , pulling himself up. "Very well," I leered. "Well, got your bike warmed up, too," he said, leading us to another bay. I smiled as I looked at it. Was a gift from one of my grand cubs. Had to have it custom made to fit my frame. Was a big beast of a hawg, befitting the big beast driver. Full on bear motif, from the cast bear head headlights to the paint scheme. "He'll take you wherever you want to go," Roark said, patting the seat. "Like that in a bear," I growled, patting his seat. We laughed and I extended a claw and pressed it into an indentation on the top of the gas tank. I heard a click and the top popped up, revealing a compartment into which I put my other ID's. "Damn! I didn't even know that was there," Sean said in surprise. "Well, sometimes need something not just anyone can get into," I chuckled as I closed the cover. "How long you going to be gone?" Roark asked as I strapped my bag and helmet to the back of the bike. "Not sure. Might be a long while. Depends on how things go." "Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on your place," Roark said. "Careful with the floors, though. Just had them cleaned," I said evilly, glancing at Sean. "I bet you did," Roark said, slapping his cub's ass. "Well," I said, swinging my leg over the seat and popping up the kickstand, "I'll see you when I see you." With a rumbling roar, the beast flared to life and I rode out into the clear morning air.