Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 17:47:35 -0400 (EDT) From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapter 41 41 I'd like to say the week was a breeze. I'd be lying of course. Between the calories practically being force down my throat and the now thrice a day workout, I was packing on a lot of mass. My body was protesting the abuse, constantly aching. I would have thought I wouldn't have the energy for anything else, but it seemed like the slightest touch would send me into a lustful frenzy. Whichever of the three with me at the time was always happy to take care of me, but I was becoming rather unnerved by my lack of control. Even my sleep was fitful. My nightmares would rip me from slumber, leaving me shaken. The only thing that could calm me was Paul's dick up my ass. He joked about getting a cast of his hardon made for me so he could get some sleep. Or at least I think he was joking. "Are you okay?" I asked Paul late in the week. "Yeah, why?" he said, climbing into bed beside me. "You seem a little frazzled." He looked at me in surprise, then burst out laughing. "Feel a little frazzled. I'm glad I've got Grandpapa and Jim here. Keep thinking I'm going to do something wrong." "Paul, you may not have had a cub of your own before but you have raised a few. I know this is a little rushed...," I scolded. "Yes, Papa Cub," he grinned, pulling me close. His erection pressed into my hip. "I know a good stress relief," he grinned. "Got a 2X4?" I asked. "What for?" he said, confused. "You might need to strap it to your ass. Grandpapa fucked me a couple of hours ago. You might fall in." He laughed and stroked my body, making my nerves sing. "Sloppy seconds," he chuckled. "Seconds? More like eighths. Or twelfths. And that's just today." "Who could have known you'd be such a slut, considering how hard I had to fight to get you into bed." "What was it we called your...our family? Sexually generous?" "That we are," he snickered. "Think you might be a little generous with me?" "Anytime." He grinned and pushed my feet up on his shoulders. He put his head against my hole and sank in to the hilt. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Told you he got me loosened up," I chuckled, then gasped as he punched his dick against my prostate. "Still feels fucking great," he grinned. "I remember when I had to fight to get inside you." "With as much action my ass has been getting the last couple months, what do you expect?" I grunted. He reached down and twisted my nipples. My back arched and my ass muscles tightened around his pounding shaft. His arms locked under my back lifting me up as he sat back. I ground my nuts into his thick bush, my dick beating a steady tattoo on his belly. I looked down at him, my Papa, my Paul. I swear I could feel my love for him pulsing through my veins. I...I don't know what came over me. My lust equaled his own, and with my dick buried deep in his ass, I felt the bear struggling to be free. I felt my claws pushing through my fingertips, pressing into his back as he rode me. I could feel the baculum growing within my shaft, swelling my dick. With a growl I pushed him back, my erection popping out of his hole. He gazed at me in surprised lust. I had been careful to maintain my human form when I topped him, but I couldn't help myself. I had to...needed to breed him. I flipped him over, straddling him. I grabbed at his hips, pulling him back onto my growing shaft. I struggle to regain my self control, but his ass refused to let me. He thrust back, fucking himself on my dick. I finally surrendered to my animalistic frenzy, letting the bear inside me loose. He twitched beneath me as my dick swelled, stretching his ring beyond its normal capacity. I nuzzled his neck, my tongue flicking out to lap at his beard. He caught my tongue in his lips, sucking it in, his teeth scraping the limber muscle. I pulled my tongue from his mouth. I looked down on the furry bear below me. I swear I could feel him urging my to give into my desire. I dropped my head down, my fangs sinking into his flesh. The sweet, coppery taste of his blood filled my head, warring with his screams. He thrashed wildly, pulling himself from my teeth, the combined scent of the fluids spurting from both sides of him caused me to fill him with my own load. He collapsed beneath me and I reverted to my human form, panic replacing my lust. I reached out, touching his blood caked shoulder, feeling his wounds heal beneath my fingers. I had seen him change many times. He would do it slowly to show me how it was done. He's done it while I fucked him, but he had never even tried to mount me like this. I knew I should be scared, but I needed him so bad. "Yeah, put the bear in me," I growled, shoving myself back onto his growing phallus. He clawed at the sheets, freezing, trying to reassert control over himself. I, of course, wasn't having any of that. "Oh, no you don't," I grunted, massaging him with my ass. "The bear wants me, so let him have me!" He dropped down heavily, his paws bracing against the bed. My ass felt stretched passed to limits, but I was loving it. His heavy muzzle dropped to my neck, his drool matting down the fur mantling my shoulders. His head pulled back and I swear I could feel his eyes burning into me. "Do it," I hissed, then screamed as his fangs sank into my shoulder. As I began to thrash, he released me and I sprayed my load across the bed as he filled me with his scalding bear cum. I fell to the bed, feeling my load against my skin. "Oh, God, Brian! Are you okay!" he shouted, reverting to human form. "Oh, yeah," I moaned. "I'm sorry. I've never lost it like that before," he said in a strained voice, gathering me into his arms. By the end of the week, even I was beat. The boys would be here in the morning. I'm sure they'll be up to helping their new cousin out. Paul and Brian were in their bedroom and I was taking the opportunity the look through the shelves full of books. He certainly had eclectic tastes. There was everything from quantum physics to sci-fi/fantasy. A few titles caught my eye, taking me back. I pulled out a copy of the Epic of Gilgamesh, smiling at the description of Enkidu. They never did get me right. Suddenly, an ursine roar split the still evening followed by a scream tearing through my mind. I dropped the book and sprinted for the bedrooms, Jim hot on my heels. I opened the door to their room to find Paul straddling Brian's ass, his hand barely touching the blood soaked fur of his cub's back. Brian struggled to roll over, his cum coating his belly. The rank scent of bear hung in the room. And not all of it from Paul. "You've never had a cub of your own before, either," I said as they looked up, startled to find me there. "He's bringing the bear out in you. He'll be changing within the next twenty four hours, unless I miss my guess. Get some rest. We're going to need it." I shut the door and turned toward Jim. "Call the boys," I said to him. "I want them here as soon as they can get here." "You think we're going to need their help?" he said, nodding toward the closed door. "It's possible. But besides the point. I suspect they'd regret missing this." "What's going to happen?" he said anxiously. "At best, I think it will be something spectacular. At worst, Paul will need the support of his family." Jim's eyes widened and his worry cut through me, but he turned to get his phone. "I think you need to follow your own advice and get some rest," he said over his shoulder. "I'll be in in a few." I went to bed but it took a long time for me to fall asleep. The spirits within me obviously sensed what was happening and were quite agitated. Finally I slipped into a fitful slumber.