Date: Sun, 27 May 2012 11:53:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapters 26-27

						26

	Over the next few weeks, he began to undergo some radical changes.
I was rather unnerved at the rate he was progressing.  I suppose I could
have had Mike come down, but while he was a papa, it was still his first
time, too.  I really regretted there were no other werebears in the area.
We did seem to stay mostly on one coast or the other, with more and more
moving further north.  We were just not common in the Midwest.
	Brian, however, took quite a delight in the changes.  Every few
days he was experimenting with his facial hair.  He tried shaving off his
beard, leaving his mustache, but he just ended up looking like an old time
porn star...not that I have trouble with porn stars, but....  The goatee
wasn't great, either.
	I heard the clippers going again and when they stopped, I decided
to see what kind of damage he had done this time.
	"Are you having fun?" I said, looking into the bathroom.
	"Actually, yes," he grinned, turning around.  "What do you think?"
	His beard on either side of the goatee had grown back in, but had
been trimmed, delineating his jawline.  He had shaved under his lip,
leaving a thin strip running down his chin.  The ends on his mustache hung
long on either side.
	"Hmmm.  I like it," I growled.  It made him look very masculine and
a little dangerous.
	"Like it as in like it, or like it as in, 'I want you now'?" he
winked.
	I growled deep in my throat, ripping the clippers from his hand.  I
flipped him over my shoulder and carried him to the bedroom.
	"What are you doing?" he laughed as I threw him onto the bed.
	I fell on top of his, my face close to his.
	"I'm answering your question," I hissed as I pushed his legs up on
my shoulders.  By the time I was done, I'm betting he knew what I meant.



	As the weeks went by, the routine held.  Well, things were never
routine, but, well, you know.  It took me a while to be convinced his sex
drive was easily equal to mine, and that he was ready, willing, and able to
provide for all my needs.  He pushed me hard and I loved it.  I was
actually kind of embarrassed by how...wanton I was becoming.
	What bothered me the most, however, was the worry that would
occasionally creep into his eyes.  I couldn't help wondering if I had said
or done something wrong.  He would assure me that nothing was wrong, and I
had to believe him.
	I think my favorite part of the day was the evenings.  We would
just sit and talk, cuddling together on the couch.  He would tell me
stories about his long life, mostly including Rick.  But considering how
long they'd been together, that was understandable.
	"...And there were we at the door, covered in mud.  He just shook
his head, and told us to go around back.  He poured icy cold water from the
well over us until we were clean."
	"Do you think think Rick would have liked me?" I asked.
	He looked at me tenderly.
	"He would have loved you.  If for no other reason that you've made
me finally grow up," he chuckled.  "But I think he would have loved you
just for yourself."
	That was the look.
	"What's wrong," I said finally.  "And I'm not taking 'nothing' for
an answer."
	"Just wish Rick was here.  I could really use his advice."
	"Didn't you get enough experience raising your 'brothers'?" I
asked.  "Or am I more of a handful than you thought I'd be?"
	"You're more than a mouthful," he laughed.  "And yes, this is
more...complicated than anything I've dealt with before."
	"What's complicated?  I'm becoming like you."
	He was silent for a long time.
	"Well?" I asked at last.
	"I'm...I'm just worried whether I'm doing things right, I guess."
	"Have you talked to Jim?  I know he's younger than you, but he has
had more experience being a papa than you do."
	He chuckled.
	"I've already talked to him about it," he admitted.  "He's...he's
not sure what to make of you, either."
	"What do you mean?" I asked, confused and a little hurt.
	"Well, what you've told me about...how you remember things.  I'm
kind of worried how you'll handle it when you have...centuries of
memories."
	"I'll deal with it," I said confidently.
	"I know, but I worry.  I am a papa, after all," he said with a
smile.
	"Yeah.  My Papa," I said, hugging him tightly.


						27

	I spent more time with Ben and Jay than I really should have, but
what can I say?  I thoroughly enjoyed them.  They had a good arrangement
and certainly were happy.  There's not usually that much contact between
species, but when there is, well let's just say it's the thing legends are
made of.
	But I had important business to take care of.
	I finally reached Jim's cabin, tired and filthy with road dust.  I
parked the bike beside the truck and grabbed my bag.  I tramped up the
steps and the door opened.
	"It's about time," Jim growled with a grin.  "Thought you said
you'd be here in about a month."
	Seeing him again made me a little sad and a lot horny.  Sometimes,
a cub matures completely different from their papas.  Other times, they end
up looking very similar.  Jim was one of the latter types.
	"Good to see you, too," I laughed as he embraced me.  "Where are
the boys?"
	"You won't believe it, but not long after I talked to you, Paul
called and asked if they would like to rent the house Brian owns.
Apparently, he also has a house out of the city that they'll be staying
at."
	"And how do you feel about that?" I chuckled.
	"You know, I think I'm lonely," he laughed as we walked into his
livingroom.  "Kind of hard to believe."
	"Oh, I doubt that'll last for long," I snickered, dropping my bag.
	"Anything you want me to toss in the wash?" he asked.
	I looked down at my dusty clothes.
	"All of it?" I smirked.
	He watched as I stripped my clothes off.  He licked his lips as he
gestured for me to hand him my stuff.  He told me to relax and headed
toward the kitchen.  Something from that direction smelled wonderful.
Something other than Jim, that is.
	I laid back on the couch, putting my bare feet up on the coffee
table.
	"Hungry?" Jim said from the doorway.
	"When aren't we?" I replied.
	"I've had a roast in the Crock Pot in case you got here today," he
laughed, waving me into the kitchen.  "Since the boys left, haven't really
been making meals.  Just put something on for when I want it."
	"Understandable," I agreed, helping myself to a serving of beef
with a hearty pile of vegetables.
	"So, why exactly are you here?" he asked as we sat down at the
table.
	"What do you mean?" I said, hiding a smile.  "Can't I visit my
grandcub?"
	"You can, but I haven't heard of you stirring for a long time.
What's going on?"
	"You've been a papa too long," I roared with laughter.  "This is
Paul's first cub.  He's going to need help."
	"He helped raise me and the rest of Rick's cubs," he bristled.
	I smiled at his loyalty to his 'brother'.
	"And he did a good job, too.  Even though that's not that common.
But I don't think even that has prepared him for Brian."
	"What is it about him?" he said, sitting forward.
	"Brian is...special," I said, considering what to tell him.  Most
of what I 'knew' was speculation, or wishful thinking.
	"The painting," he said intently.
	"That and more.  I've...known of Brian most of his life."
	Jim raised an eyebrow at that.
	"I've known his family for...a long time.  His mother's family has
tended to...special abilities... for generations."
	"You're not talking about his talent at painting," he stated.
	"No I'm not."
	"That's how you knew about him before I called you."
	"Yes.  He is...could be very like me," I temporized.  "I have been
aware of him for a long time.  A couple of years ago, he lost his
entire...immediate family.  Then, last year, he vanished from my
perception."
	"So that's how you always know," he smirked.
	"Yes," I replied, choosing to not go too far into that.  "I feared
something had happened to him, but I couldn't find anything about him.  I
don't...sense my...sense humans too well.  But when Paul changed him, I
knew.  For a second, I was connected to him again, then like a door
closing, he was gone again."
	"Why?" he said, obviously a little confused.
	"I don't know.  Something happened to him last year.  Worse than
losing his family."
	Jim looked greatly troubled.
	"I...I think I know.  When he was here, Paul told us Brian had lost
his lover last year," he said uneasily.  "Then, just before he bred him,
Paul told me he spoke to him through Brian."
	"Really?" I said, setting my fork down, greatly pleased.  "That
might explain a lot."
	Jim raised a brow at my grin.
	"I said he was special.  Didn't think he would be able to carry
spirits yet," I said, then laughed at Jim's expression.  "It seems he takes
after me in many ways."
	"Why would he take after you?" he asked.
	"Because he's not only my grandcub's cub, he's also my actual many,
many times grandson."
	He sat back, his face blank as he worked things out.
	"Okay...," he said finally, taking a deep breath.  "I suppose that
explains a lot. So what exactly does that entail?"
	"Honestly, I'm not sure.  I have many human descendants, all around
the world.  He's not the first to be changed, but none have been like this.
But then, he has were blood from both sides of the family.  I will know
more when we get there."
	"There's that we again," he smirked.
	"I...I want you there," I began hesitantly.  "I don't know how Paul
will feel about seeing me after how I wasn't there for him when Rick died."
	He placed his hand on mine and I smiled sadly at him.  Suddenly,
his eyes widened.
	"He's like you," he breathed.  "You felt Papa die."
	"Yes.  Any time one of us manages to die, I feel it.  And they come
home to me."
	"What do you mean?" he whispered.
	"Hello, son," Rick said through my mouth.



	We returned to the livingroom and continued our talk.
	"So how many...spirits...are in you?" he asked as he curled up
beside me, his flesh warm against mine.
	"Too many," I said sadly.  "But it could be worse.  We are very
hard to kill, after all.  I will be honest with you.  Many of the eldest
weres have...had...unusual abilities.  Some could be taught, others were
innate.  In all my many years, I have never found another bear spirit
keeper."
	He looked into my eyes, worry clear in his face.
	"No, I don't know that there's a reason this has happened.  That
puts too much credence in existence of fate.  I don't think he's the way he
is because something is going to happen to me.  If that were the case, so
many of the ancient abilities wouldn't have been lost.  But on the other
hand, it's reassuring to know there would be someone to take up the task if
something did happen."
	"Task?" he asked curiously.
	"Well," I sighed, "I not only carry their spirits, I carry their
memories.  That is why I haven't bestirred myself much in recent years.  If
something happened to me, that all would be lost.  But, I may have found a
solution that could help."
	"Oh?" he said, snuggling closer.
	"I found an interesting website."
	"There are many interesting websites," he chuckled.  "Even some
that aren't pornographic."
	"But this one is," I grinned.  "But it involves weres."
	"What?!?" he exclaimed, sitting upright.
	"Not only that, but he mentions several bears I know, by name.
Including Sam."
	"Does he know?"
	"Dunno.  He's otherwise...occupied.  Haven't actually asked him,
though.  I'm thinking about contacting this guy and feeling him out.  If
nothing else, he gave me the idea of posting our history as... erotic
fiction."
	"Well, we do like sex," he chuckled, reaching down to fondle my
nuts.  "What about writing a new 'chapter'?"
	"Sounds good to me," I grinned, pulling him across me.  "Sounds
very good."



	"No wonder Mikey didn't want to leave," I groaned as I blasted my
load deep in his ass.  "Your ass was made for fucking."
	He just moaned and twitched as he coated his belly with his cum.
	I ran my hand through his sticky fur, then licked my fingers clean.
	"Dunno," he said, panting.  "He's more of a bottom, though Cliff
might be changing that."
	I started pulling out, but he wrapped his legs around me, pulling
me tight to him.
	"Can you just leave it in?" he asked plaintively.
	"Why?" I whispered, leaning down, smearing his load between our
bodies.
	He gave me a wistful smile.
	"Papa and I used to sleep like that, sometimes."
	I caressed his ginger hair, thinking again how much he reminded me
of Rick.
	"Sometimes just want to feel like a cub again?" I said tenderly.
	He nodded hopefully.
	"Don't think this would be the most comfortable position," I
chuckled.
	He smiled brightly and spun his slick ass around on my stiff dick.
Well, in hybrid form, I never really get soft, thanks to the baculum in it.
He pulled us down so we were laying on our sides and he pulled my paws
around him.
	"Yeah," he murmured.  "That's nice."
	"Nite, nite, son," I said softly.
	His steady breathing was soothing and my long ride finally caught
up with me.



	Great pain shot through me.  Something was pressing down on me,
making it difficult to breathe.  I opened my eyes to darkness filled with
settling dirt and dust.
	I felt panic, but then realized it wasn't my own.
	There came a noise from somewhere above me, a snuffling like a
hound searching for a scent.
	It stopped, then a voice called out.
	"Papa!  I've found something."
	A groan escaped my lips.
	"There's someone under there," the voice said.
	"Well, let's get this rubble moved," came another voice that
tightened my chest.
	There came the sound of something heavy landing a distance away and
slowly the weight on my body lessened.
	"Can you hear me?" the familiar voice called.
	"Yes," I grunted, or at least I tried to.
	"I think he's under this beam," the voice said.  "Grab the other
end.  Careful!  Careful!"
	The weight lifted off me and dim light filtered in.  I was laying
amid the remains of a house strewn with large chucks of stone.  Two large
men had lifted a heavy ceiling beam from my body and stood looking down at
me.
	The younger one had black hair and a thick black beard.  He turned
and looked anxiously at the older, red headed man.
	"What happened?" I rasped painfully.
	"Not entirely sure," the red head said, bending down to pull more
of the rubble from my body.  "Not sure if it was an earthquake or just a
landslide.  I'm assuming this used to be your homestead.  Was there anyone
else here?"
	"I...I don't know," I stammered, my head throbbing.  "I can't
remember."
	They exchanged worried looks then tensed as the ground shivered.
	"I'm guessing earthquake," the younger one said.
	"We're going to get you out," the elder said to me.  "But it won't
be pleasant."
	"Thank you," I rasped.
	They worked swiftly and soon had me dug out.  But I was too injured
to move.  I gritted my teeth against the pain as they laid me on a
makeshift stretcher and carried me down the hill.  I slipped in and out of
consciousness.
	I awoke beside a fire, hearing the two men arguing.
	"He won't survive unless you change him," the elder one was saying.
	"Papa!  I can't," the younger one whined.  "I'm not ready."
	"You have to.  I can't have two cubs at once."
	I could hear the anguish in his voice.
	"Why not?" the younger one said defiantly.  "Who made that rule?"
	"It's just the way it is!  We're loners by nature."
	"Are we?  We're also human."
	The conversation was making my aching head spin.
	"You're my Papa and I love you.  I can share you with him.  I don't
mind.  Really I don't."
	They were quiet for a long moment.
	"Are you sure, Paul?"
	"Yes, Papa," the younger one, Paul, said.
	"It's not the way things are done," the other grumbled.  "But then,
I don't always do what I'm supposed to do."
	"Thank you, Papa," Paul said and I saw him embrace the older man.
	The red headed man looked over at me and saw me looking at them.
	"Your injuries are too great for anyone to heal the normal way," he
said, squatting down next to me.  "I can heal you, but you can never go
back."
	"To what?" I coughed, tasting blood.  "I don't even remember
anything to go back to."
	 "There's more," he said, gesturing for Paul to approach.
	The young man was taking his clothes off, though his body hair was
so thick you could hardly tell a difference.  Once he was fully nude, a
grimace of pain flickered across his suddenly changing face.  Slowly his
shape changed to that of a great bear.
	The elder man threw his arm across the bear's neck and the bear
licked his face affectionately.
	"Who are you?" I whispered.
	"My name is Rick.  But if you choose, you can call me Papa."
	I awoke suddenly, my dick buried up Jim's ass.
	"Papa," Jim muttered in his sleep.
	"Yes.  Papa still loves you," I whispered, kissing the nape of his
neck and falling back to sleep.



	"Sleep well?" I smiled as Jim stumbled into the kitchen, scratching
himself.  I had started breakfast.  Had found myself in any number of
strange kitchens in my time.  Felt good to have someone to cook for again.
Been a long while since I took a cub of my own.
	"Yeah.  Dreamed about Paul.  And Rick."
	"Did Paul really offer to share Rick with you?" I asked casually.
	He looked at me, startled.  I just smiled back.
	"How...?" he asked, shaking his head.
	"I am able to...sense werebears almost anywhere.  If I concentrate,
I can see through their eyes.  Physical contact makes it stronger.  We were
very close last night," I said with a leer, setting a full plate in front
of him.
	"Thanks," he said, smirking.  "So that's why you want to meet
Brian."
	"Exactly.  I am having trouble sensing him.  Not sure why.  About
the only time I can is when his...emotions are high, if you know what I
mean," I chuckled.  "I'm hoping that when we meet again, I'll find out
why?"
	"Well, I'd say if he's a bottom, it's because Paul's fucking him.
If he's a top, it's 'cause he's fucking Paul."
	I gave him a confused look.
	"Oh!  You didn't mean you wanted find out why he's cumming?" he
chuckled.
	I groaned, holding my head.
	"Cubs," I growled.
	"So, how d'you want to do this, Grandpapa?" he said around a
mouthful of toast.
	"Well, I think I'll have you give Paul a call this afternoon to see
if he'd mind some visitors."
	"Sounds good.  What should we do till, then?" he leered.
	"Maybe you can help me out," I said, licking my lips.  "I've got an
itch I just can't scratch."