Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 18:13:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapter 32

					32

	"What?" I asked, my mind reeling.
	"I really am your many, many times great Grandpapa," he said with a
twinkle in his eyes.
	"...Okay...," I stammered, feeling my synapses misfiring.
"How...?"
	"In my day, attraction to one's own sex was not so...vilified as it
is today.  But we were still expected to...procreate," he said, with a
rueful smile.
	"But Paul told me it's passed on through semen.  How...how
could...."
	"When passed on to a male.  If you were to be with a woman...."
	I gave a shudder of revulsion.
	He chuckled and rested a hand on my shoulder.
	"Well, let's just say that some of my...abilities were passed on,
in a limited fashion, to my children.  And their children and so on.  They
tended to be somewhat longer lived than their peers, though not as long as
us.  Some even have some of my healing ability.  Fewer still have a trace
of my...less visible abilities.  Had anyone in your family ever mentioned
any unusual abilities?"
	I thought a moment.
	"Well, Mom used to tell me how Papa...her father, not Paul," I said
with a slight smile at the funny coincidence....  Or was it?  "She told me
how when she was young he could tell when his father was nearby."
	"Ah, yes.  Bill had potential.  But not the leanings," he said with
a wink.
	"You...you knew him?" I said, unsure why it surprised me.
	"I've tried to keep track of my human family, not as easy as the
were side is, though.  After all, there are a great many more on the human
side than the were side.  But I was there when you were born.  Suspected
even then," he said smugly.
	"Suspected what?" I grated, torn between frustration and anger.
	"That you were like me, in almost every way."
	He smiled, looking me up and down, licking his lips.  My damn cock
snapped to attention.
	"Yep, just like me," he said, groping himself through his overalls.
	"What is your name," I asked.
	"I have had many names over the years," he said with a kindly
twinkle in his eye.  "But one you might know is ??????."
	"Agrios.  The savage one," I said automatically, then my eyes
widened.  "Agrius and Oreius!"
	"I see you know of my brother as well," he grinned, obviously
pleased.
	"But Ovid said you were turned into birds," I said absently, trying
to process what he was telling me.
	He chuckled heartily.
	"He had to say something when we disappeared.  Wasn't too happy
when he told people I'd been turned into a vulture," he said with a scowl.
	"So did your mother, really...do a bear?"
	"No, no," he chuckled.  "Back then, people needed simple stories to
explain how things happened.  If you were struck by lightning, you must
have angered the gods.  If you were a werebear, your mother must have
screwed a bear."
	I suppressed a bark of laughter and he grinned broadly.
	"This is a lot to take in, isn't it?" he said gently, guiding me to
the couch under the window.  "As if you don't have enough to deal with
right now."
	"You think?" I said sarcastically.
	"I'd like to stay here with you and Paul at least until you
change," he said seriously.
	"I...I think that would be a good idea," I said.  "He seems to be
worried about me."
	"As well he should be," he said, nodding as I looked at him in
surprise.  "I will tell you one thing.  A normal change is hard enough on
the body and mind.  That's with almost four months to get prepared.  I'm
guessing you'll start some time next week."



	"What?!?" he cried, surging up off the couch.  The panic was back,
but I realized it wasn't for himself.  He was worried about Paul.
	"For all intents and purposes, you were half way there before you
even met Paul.  You've been taking in a lot of calories, but not enough."
	"But I've been eating like crazy," he protested.  "If I eat any
more, I'll blow up like a balloon."
	"The change will burn through most if not all of your reserves," I
said, knowing this was going to be hard on him, physically and emotionally.
"Trust me on this."
	"All right," he said dejectedly, beginning to pace.  Back and forth
he went, like an animal in a cage.  For all his size, his footfalls were
quiet, his movements smooth and graceful.  With each stride, his erection
bobbed to and fro.
	"Not easy letting someone else take care of you, is it?" I said
gently.
	He stopped and stared at me.
	"No.  No it's not," he said after a long moment.
	"I'm also worried about what I believe will happen just before it
starts."
	"What?" he asked tensely.
	"I believe the...unusual traits you might have will fully blossom.
And I hope I can prepare you in time."
	"Traits?"
	I glanced at the painting.
	"Don't you think it odd that you could capture Rick's likeness,
both human and bear, when you'd never even seen him."
	"Well, I...it was...but...," he stammered.
	The panic was back, stronger than before, threatening to break
free.
	"Brian!  Calm down!" I urged, reaching out, leaching away his fear.
"We'll get you through this.  And don't worry, Paul will be fine, too."
	"How do you...," he whispered.
	In response, I let him feel the pride and love I had for him.  I
felt his relief as he realized that he was not going mad.  That he really
could feel what others felt.  I rose and went to him, embracing him
tenderly.  I let him feel the hope he had given me.



	I had a sense of something brushing my thoughts.  It carried a
feeling of pride and affection.
	He rose and came to me, wrapping me tenderly in his strong arms.
He smelled of exhaust, cigars, and sweat.  I couldn't help myself.  I
grabbed his neck, forcing his lips down onto mine, my tongue thrusting into
his mouth.  He returned my kiss, running his hands down my back to grab my
hairy ass.
	"I'll help you any way I can," he said as we broke apart.
	"I've got some ideas," I said, unclasping the straps of his
overalls.  I yanked his t-shirt off, pressing it into my face.  "Ahhh.
Good idea," I sighed.
	He laughed heartily and sat down to take off his boots.
	"Was hoping you'd be thinking along those lines," he grinned as I
knelt, pushing his hands aside.  I untied his biker boots.  I gripped the
heel of the left boot and he put his right boot against my chest and
pushed.  The boot came off in my hand and I held it to my nose.
	"Still one more," he chuckled.
	I set the boot down and grabbed the other one.  He ran his bare
foot up my furry belly, tugging at my chest hair with his toes.  He braced
himself as I tugged the other one off.  I grabbed his foot, pressing my
thumbs into his callused sole.  He let out a purring growl and leaned back.
	"You told me your name, one of them, at least," I said as I
massaged his feet.  "How would you like me to address you?"
	"You can call me what you wish," he said softly.  "But I'd like it
if you just called me Grandpapa."
	"Guess Great Grandpapa is a bit much," I said, kissing his big toe.
"Still better than God knows how many times Great Grandpapa."
	He roared with laughter.
	"Everyone calls me Grandpapa, regardless of the degree."
	"Even your own cubs?" I asked, running my beard along his arch.
	"Been a while since I picked a new cub, but yes.  One of the
benefits of being a Grandpapa.  I get to play with the grand-cubs, and when
I'm over them, I can go home."
	"Not too soon, I hope," I said, then sucked his toes into my mouth.
	"Keep that up and you'll need a crowbar to get me away from you,"
he growled.
	"Good.  I want my new Grandpapa to be happy with me," I whispered,
running my hands up his pants legs.  I felt the slight indentation left
from his boots pressing into his legs.  The hair on his calves tickled the
palms of my exploring hands.
	"Don't worry," he growled softly.  "He's very happy with you.
Though not sure you can get what you really want that way."
	I laughed softly and pulled my hands out as he shifted his feet off
my shoulders.
	He stood up, looming over me as he unsnapped the sides of his
overalls and he let them fall to the floor.
	"I was hoping you were wearing them correctly," I grinned up at
him.  "Though how you move without this thing tripping you up...."
	He was hung a few inches longer than Paul's prodigious monster.
And thick.  Heavy folds of skin hid the head even fully erect.  Behind it
hung a pair hefty nuts in a sack covered in wiry white hair.  I looked up,
unable to tell where his snowy pubes stopped and his fur started.  It stood
out in stark contrast with his olive skin.
	"Are you a real polar bear?" I asked in wonder.
	"No, though there are some in the extended were family," he smiled
as he kicked his pants aside.
	"Am I the only cut one in the family?" I groused as I reached out,
grabbing his shaft in one hand, cupping his sack in the other.
	"Maybe you'll have to find out for yourself," he chuckled, then
hissed as I worked my tongue into the funky folds of flesh sheathing his
head.  The ripe scent of head cheese filled my nostrils.  Paul had really
turned me onto it, but of late, his never had a chance to ferment.  It was
a heady mixture of stale piss and heavy pre-cum with a bouquet of crotch,
sweaty from the confines of a long bike ride.
	I worked his head into my mouth.  I had been getting a lot of
practice sucking Paul's big dick, but, damn!  I kept going up and down on
his thick shaft, each time getting a little more down my throat.  Drool ran
from my lips, dripping from my beard, running down my belly.
	"You're doing fine, son," he said proudly.
	I grunted and forced more down.  I ran my hands up his hairy torso,
seeking out his tits.  They weren't hard to find.  They were the size of a
pencil erasers.  I twisted them and with a gasp, he jerked, feeding me the
rest of his cock.
	I dropped my hands and locked my arms around his hips, clawing at
his hairy ass.  I worked my throat muscles around his meaty shaft.  He
moaned and started pumping his dick in and out of my mouth.
	"Ooh, you're going to get a load of Grandpapa cream," he moaned.
	I pulled off him, keeping the head in my mouth, my hands a blur on
his shaft.
	"Here's it comes," he bellowed, shooting his load into my hungry
mouth.  The rich aroma gripped my nostrils as I let his cum leak down my
throat.
	"Save me some," he chuckled and I caught the last of his load in my
mouth.
	He sank to his knees, catching my face between his hands, thrusting
his tongue between my lips, seeking out his cum.
	"Would you like to fuck Grandpapa?" he whispered.
	"Can I?  Please?" I begged, feeling my pre-cum ooze out.  "I don't
have any lube in here," I said, and began scrambling to my feet.
	"Looks like you're making enough lube for me," he said, pulling me
back down.
	"You sure?" I said anxiously.
	"Jimmy and the boys got me well lubed before we left this morning.
Think you'll be fine."



	I sucked his tasty dick, getting it nice and slick, then I laid
back, pulling my knees up toward my chest.  He pulled my feet onto his
broad shoulders, pressing his head against my hole.  He slid in like a hot
knife through butter.  His eyes squeezed tight, his lower lip caught
between his teeth.  His hands clawed at my thighs, otherwise, he held
perfectly still.
	Suddenly, he relaxed and began to slowly pull out.  A trickle of
blood ran from his mouth where he had nearly bit through his lip.  I
reached up to wipe it away, noting it had already healed.  I brought my
bloody fingers to my lips.  It tasted more of bear than man.
	He began to pump my ass steadily, bending forward to tease my tits
with his tongue.
	"Grandpapa," he panted, "Sometimes when I fuck Paul he will become
the bear.  Would you...?"
	I chuckled and changed.  His eyes widened in surprise.
	"Had a lot more practice," I growled.
	"I understood that!" he gasped, struggling to stave off his orgasm.
	Strangely enough, I could feel his dick changing shape within me.
The shaft thickened and the head swelled, pressing against my prostate.
Paul had said something about that.  Likely another sign of his were blood.
	"You're getting closer to becoming one of us," I grinned.
	I wrapped my hind legs around his waist, urging him onward.  He
laid on top of me, pounding my hole, grinding my bear cock against his
hairy torso.  He rubbed his face in my fur, breathing in my scent until he
found my nipples.  He latched onto one, making me chirr deep in my chest.
I wrapped myself around him, squeezing his driving dick with my ass muscle.
	Suddenly, he arched back, his mouth hanging open, his eyes blank.
I could feel his load scalding the walls of my ass and I opened myself
fully to him.  I could feel him, and something...no, someone else.



	His hind paws dropped from my shoulders and wrapped around my
waist.  I dropped down on him, his dick humping against me as I pounded his
ass.  His claws carefully tapped at my shoulders and I rubbed my cheek
against his fore leg.  I dropped my face into his hairy torso, reveling in
scent of him when my cheek brushed against one of his tits.  He shuddered
as I suckled at it.  He chirred deeply, making his torso vibrate beneath
me.  He wrapped all four legs around me, holding me tightly.  I felt his
fore claws pierce my skin and I cried out and blasted my spunk up his hairy
hole.
	I don't know what happened.  I...saw a bright, bright light.  It
was so beautiful.  Paul had spoken a few times how it felt when he made
love to me.  Was this what he experienced?  What was it?
	He bent his head down, this flexible tongue licking at my beard,
breaking me from my introspection.  I laid, panting, on his belly as he
shifted back.
	"Sorry about that, son," he chuckled, licking his bloody
fingertips.  "Afraid I got a little carried away."
	"S'alright," I grinned.  "I kind of like it."
	"Think you're ready to take your Grandpapa?" he grinned back.
	I slid my legs under him, pulling him on top of me.  With a
chuckle, he rose up off my dick, my warm load leaking out of his hole,
running down my shaft, over my balls and into my crack.
	"That should be plenty of lube for you," I shuddered as his ring
tugged at my sensitive head.
	"Smart cub," he said, caressing my cheek as my dick wetly popped
out of his hole.  He squatted for a moment, letting more of my load drip
down onto my nuts.
	Finally, he got between my legs and began working my cum into my
ass.  He ran his club through my sticky bush, getting it coated with the
world's most intimate lube.
	"Ready?" he asked studying my face.
	"No, but I want it anyway," I grunted, spreading my legs wider.
	He rubbed his slick head up and down my crack as I took deep
breaths, trying to force myself to relax.  He placed his head against my
pucker and tried to push in.
	"Let me in, boy," he grunted, bouncing his head against my
sphincter.
	"My tits!  My tits!" I grated.
	With his free hand reached out a tweaked my nipple and I felt my
hole flutter a bit and a little of him pushed into me.
	"Harder!" I grunted.
	"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
	"But I want you to," I snarled, locking eyes with him.  "Do it!"
	I felt claws pressing into my tender tit.  I swear I could hear it
when they popped through my flesh.  I screamed, my head slamming back onto
the floor and he sank into me.  I saw stars, points of light with faint
lines connecting them.  Back in the small part of my brain that was still
working, I thought it strange that nothing else about him had changed.
Then even that bit was overwhelmed.
	"You okay, son?" he asked, concern written across his face.
	"Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!" I shouted, completely lost in lust,
my fists pounding the floor.
	"Can't turned down such a nice offer," he chuckled, relaxing.  He
started pulling out.  "Get ready for a long ride, 'cause Grandpapa's got a
whole lot of love for you."
	He placed his finger in my mouth and I savored the coppery taste of
my blood.  He leaned down, licking my tit clean, then gently blew on it.
He was taking long, slow strokes as he moved in and out of my ass.
	"My grand-cub has done a good job loosening you up," he chuckled.
	"Well, considering how many times a day he's been fucking me...," I
panted.
	"I can see why.  You've got a sweet ass."
	I shuddered as his log pushed by my prostate.  It felt like back
when Joe would fist me.  It was the only way he'd penetrate me.  He would
grease me up good then start fingering my hole.  He'd take his time, slowly
adding another digit and another until he could get his whole hand inside
me.  He'd push into me, my ring stretching to take him up to his forearm.
His knuckles would push against my prostate, making me need to cum without
allowing me to shoot.  Dry orgasms would wrack my body until he'd pull out,
releasing all the backed up cum to spray out, coating my body.
	"Looks like the cub likes having Grandpapa's dick up his ass," he
growled as my body shook beneath him.
	I was having trouble forming a coherent thought.  All I could think
of was that huge cock up my chute and my need to cum.  The pressure on my
prostate was nearly unbearable, pain shooting up my body, sending me into a
frenzy of lust.



	I was taking my time, enjoying his tight ass.  Periodically, he
would cry out, dry orgasms shaking his body.  My thick prong was putting so
much pressure against his prostate he couldn't unload.  It was driving him
wild with lust.  While he was distracted, I tried probing his mind while I
probed his ass.  But I'm afraid I didn't get too far.  Either something was
blocking me, or maybe his ass was too distracting.
	Without warning, he shoved me back.  As I fell, he was pulled up.
He wrapped his arms around my head to cushion it before it hit the floor.
His weight as he landed forced my dick even deeper inside him.
	I grunted, looking up into his lust filled face.  He pawed at my
chest, his hard cock thumping against my fur covered belly as he ground my
bush into his ass crack.
	He bent forward, groaning as my rod tried to keep him upright,
driving his face into my sweaty pit.  I hugged him tightly as I hunched up
into his battered hole.
	He abruptly pulled back, perhaps surrendering to the pressure of my
cock.  He threw his leg over my belly, whimpering as he screwed himself
around on my spike.  He laid back against me.  The pressure against his
prostate must be driving him nuts.  My paws roamed his solid body, sliding
through his sweat slicked fur.  One hand pinching his meat tits, the other
gripping his sticky rod, tugging at his rank nuts.  I could feel him
vibrate on top of me as he chirred, making me grin in pleasure.
	I rolled us over, grabbing his shoulders and began pile driving his
ass.  His moans and animalistic growls echoed my own as he clawed at the
floor board.  His ass muscles continually fluttering against my turgid
pillar, begging me to fill him like a cannoli.
	I shifted to my knees and spun him on my cock.  He sprawled limply,
panting heavily, sweat matting his fur to his body.
	"Let's finish this like we started it, boy," I panted, reaching the
point of no return.
	I grabbed his ankles, licking the stream of sweat running down his
calf.  With a roar, I began filling his ass with my thick bear cum and he
opened himself fully to me.
	It was bright and warm, wrapping me in a welcoming embrace.  I had
never in all my years encountered another spirit so pure and strong.
	But more than that, there was another presence, not as strong, but
there nonetheless.
	"Oh, son, what you'll be," I said, exhaling slowly.  I began
pulling my dick from his tender ass and when the pressure on his prostate
eased, the backlog of cum began pouring out of his piss slit before I could
catch it in my mouth.  There was so much even I couldn't keep up and the
overflow oozed around my lips and ran into his bush where his last load had
been crusting up.
	He ran his fingers through his sticky fur before licking them
clean.
	"What now?" he croaked, laying there limply.  Well, mostly limply.
	I laughed and pulled him to his feet where he swayed unsteadily.
	"Shower.  Sleep.  Food," I said.  "Not necessarily in that order."
	I picked him up and carried him through the house to the bathroom.
He leaned against me as I lathered his matted fur, chuckling at his still
hard dick.
	"Cubs," I grumbled cheerfully as we rinsed off.  I got us dried and
carried him to the bedroom.  I laid him gently down and smiled at him as I
climbed in next to him.
	"What about Paul?" he yawned, curling up next to me.
	"I'm betting he's otherwise occupied.  Don't worry.  Grandpapa will
take good care of you."
	I kissed him gently and nudged his tired mind to sleep.