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"Why’d you have to bring me along, Kit?" Moss grumbled, his thick black fur catching on low-hanging branches as he lumbered through the dense jungle. "All for some firewood..."

"I thought you'd be happy for a chance to stretch your legs,” Kit responded simply. Still new to the tribe, the human wanted to help out others. So he offered to get some firewood for the tavern’s stone and he managed to get Moss to come along with him.

"Hmph," Moss grunted, snatching another branch that poked at him right off the tree. "Stretching my legs to lug firewood? I stretch them enough when I go hunting." He paused, huffing. "And why would you offer to do something like that? You’re all small and furless. How much wood could you bring back on your own?”

“Exactly. That’s why I got you to come with me,” Kit chuckled. He knew that Moss did want to help, despite all of his complaining. “You agreed in the first place.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t think we’d be going so far...” Moss groaned. “Carrying it all the way back...”

"Come on, Moss," Kit said, slowing down and playfully slapping the black bear on his thick, furry shoulder. "I asked you to come with me because you're the strongest one I know! Who else could haul a big amount of wood back to the settlement in one go? You're perfect for the job!"

Moss blinked and then puffed out his chest a little, his grumbling subsiding. "Well… I am rather strong," he conceded, a low rumble in his throat. "And it would take forever to watch you going back and forth hauling tiny handfuls. It would be funny at first but then get pretty pitiful. In fact, you’d probably break your back."

They continued deeper into the woods, Moss was still listing off ways that Kit wasn’t suitable for the task he volunteered for until they reached a small clearing littered with thick fallen branches, dried from the summer sun’s heat – the perfect firewood. Moss immediately set to work, his thick paws easily snapping dead limbs and piling them into a substantial heap.

"Look at this, Kit!" he boasted, hefting a particularly large branch. "This is how a bear does it! We'll have enough for a bonfire!"

Kit, struggling to keep up, piled his own smaller collection next to Moss's towering stack. He could only carry so much at once. "Okay, Moss, I think this is about all I can manage in one trip."

Moss shook his head dismissively. "That’s the best you can do?." He picked up an armful of firewood that dwarfed Kit's entire pile. "Watch and learn, Kit. This is what real strength looks like!"

Kit wasn’t listening, already starting to head back.

Following, Moss began to march back toward the camp, his chest puffed out, thinking himself a shining example of his species. But as he took a particularly long stride, his foot caught on a hidden root beneath the thick undergrowth. With a surprised roar, he stumbled, his arms flailing wildly, the huge pile of wood falling to the side.

He was going down.

Moss squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact. But just before he hit the ground, he felt himself knock into him and it was under him but instead of the hard sticks he was expecting, it was something somewhat soft and warm. He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled awkwardly on the forest floor, a tangle of branches all around him. And underneath him, pinned but miraculously unharmed, was Kit.

Moss’s initial thought was panic. Had he squashed the human? “Kit! Are you…are you alright?”

To his surprise, Kit started to laugh. A full-bellied, uncontrollable laugh that echoed through the clearing.

Moss stared at him, dumbfounded. "I almost crushed you, and you're laughing?"

"I’m sorry...but you looked so confident...j-just to go straight down," Kit said, still chuckling.

Moss frowned and didn't seem eager to get up, and instead, he stayed on top of Kit.

“Okay, you can get up now,” Kit said.

“I don’t know. That fall was pretty hard, I may have hurt myself,” Moss said in an exaggerated way.

“Come on, Moss.” Kit playfully whined for the black bear to get off, but Moss just chuckled and stayed put.

"This position feels really good, Kit," Moss said, his tone teasing. "In fact you should get used to a bear being on top."

Moss ground his body against Kit's, this time being the one to chuckle mischievously. Kit chuckled a bit more, knowing Moss was messing with him but then Kit felt something hard poking against his rump, and he realized that Moss' teasing, whether on purpose or not, had the bear’s crotch rubbing against him, leading to his tip sliding from his sheath.

"You know..." Kit said, his tone changing completely. "Maybe you don’t need to get up right away. Your body is pretty comfortable. Like a big, heavy blanket."

“Hey, easy on the ‘heavy.’ But ‘big,’ I like the sound of that,” Moss smirked as he put a bit more weight down, deliberately rubbing his crotch against Kit’s backside. It was sliding out further from the sheath and starting to pulse against Kit, giving him a feeling for its smoothness and warmth.

“H-hey, Moss? Can you lay on your side?” Kit asked.

“Huh? Oh, sure...” the black bear agreed, grunting a bit as he turned over, indeed stopping when he was on his side, having his loincloth swinging downwards, exposing his length. That was just what Kit wanted and he moved in, feeling a sense of need welling up within him. Letting it guide him, he got close to the bear, reaching his hands out to undo the loincloth, letting it fall away completely, doing the same for himself, leaving them wearing nothing at all.

Reaching out again, he ran his hand along the bear’s shaft but his goal was on something else. Going from the tip to the base, he brought his face close to the sack, close enough that he could nuzzle them, having his face pressed to the pair of warm, black furry balls. Immediately he felt their plush softness but also the light dampness from sweat. The shade of the forest protected them from the majority of the summer’s heat but all of the walking done prior had been enough for them both to perspire.

Kit started to sniff deeply while the sack was pressed firm to his nose, breathing in the musky odor, letting it fill his lungs. While he did this, Moss was feeling the nose rubbing against his sensitive bits before the inhaling and exhaling made them feel all the warmer and damper from Kit’s exhales. He could feel his length pulsing all the harder, growing more excited as Kit was sniffing his sack. Hearing the pleasant hums that were coming from Kit, it was certainly feeding his ego.

It got even better when the first lick came, its sudden touch made the black bear jump but then he instantly relaxed, Kit first focused on just one of the orbs, gently twirling his tongue all over, making a point to push through the fur, getting right down to the skin that was glazed with sweat, its tangy flavor keeping Kit’s tongue moving about. The light pants that came from Moss turned into deeper moans from the pleasure spreading through him.

A chuckle came from the human as he heard the bear’s pants. For as tough as Moss made himself out to be, it wasn’t hard to get him to melt. His tongue kept moving, giving simple licks that were very effective thanks to how thorough he was being, getting deep in there and cleaning away the musk that made the sack so fragrant. Of course he wanted more than just one of the furry orbs and remedied that by letting his tongue venture further, leaving behind the saliva-coated orb and giving the other just as much attention, working all over it, feeling how it was churning from his touch.

He opened his mouth wider and used his tongue to fit not just the one but both orbs inside of his mouth, guiding and handling them carefully. The pair of meaty balls of course made quite the mouthful so he took a moment to adjust, running his tongue along both, giving back and with brisk swishing motions, making the bear moan out even more. Feeling how warm they were still, having an abundance of flavor, Kit started to gently suck on them, closing his mouth around it as best he could, giving more swishes to the sack that provided plenty of stimulation. Kit just did what felt right, keeping the orbs surrounded in warmth and wetness while milking out more pants and grunts from the much bigger male. All the while he was collecting all the sweat he could, unable to get enough of the black furred ursine’s musk.

Easing the spheres from his mouth, Kit kept the momentum going. “Wow, you’re leaking so much...” Kit said, his voice conveying the need he was still feeling. His mouth was watering as he watched the shaft throbbed and oozed a steady amount of precum, the fluid coming out in the form of a thick, clear, sticky rope. There were already drips of the stuff on the grass below. Kit didn’t want any more to be wasted and moved in, gripping the base of the thick ursine cock, giving it a firm squeeze as his open mouth eased in.

And then Moss reached a hand down to grip his head. “Come on already!” Moss grunted, unable to stand anymore teasing. He wanted more and got by pushing the human’s head down, letting out a grunt as he felt the heat and wetness of Kit’s mouth around another part of himself. He started to move his hips, grinding his length over the same tongue that had slid all over his balls. Thrusting a bit deeper, he was gradually reaching in further while Kit was responding. The human had been completely surprised at first but he relaxed and let Moss lead the way, relaxing himself and giving more licks to the tip that was still leaking so much.

“That’s it...” Moss panted. He pushed again, getting his tip into the human’s throat, dipping it down into the even tighter and warmer hold. The rumbling groans that came from the bear made it sound like he was purring. Keeping his hips moving, he looked down at Kit, watching as his length was going in and out of view past the human’s stretched lips. When going back into the throat he could feel the added squeezes from the passage, how they were milking out even more of his precum, but this time it was getting pulled down into the furless male’s stomach.

“Oooh...” Moss moaned as he kept his hips moving into steady thrusts, keeping his musky cock pumping against the hugging walls. They were becoming all the warmer and slicker from the precum that was being let out, getting smeared onto those same surfaces. It began to feel so silky and easy to pump into, made even better by Kit’s tongue still moving about against the inches that were passing over it. If all of that wasn’t enough, the human’s hands were being used as well, gently groping and stroking the black bear’s balls.

Kit just let himself be used. Moss was big but he was able to handle it, keeping control of his breathing that was bringing more musk to him, keeping his arousal and need flaring. He was doing all he could to give the bear pleasure, listening to the moaning becoming deeper, how they were turning into rougher grunts in the same way the pulses of Moss’ cock were getting all the stronger.

“Here it comes...!” Moss was shaking as he felt his orgasm ripping through him. Letting out deep almost aggressive grunts, Moss felt the hot ropes of his seed shooting out into Kit’s mouth. And at the same time the human felt it getting filled, his tongue being coated multiple times over in the strong flavor of the bear’s release. Making the already strong climax all the better, Kit’s tongue movements and the strokes given to his balls kept him shaking and pumping his cum...

Moss let Kit go and the human was able to ease off, sighing from the moment to properly breathe he was given. The smell of beak musk was still deep into his nose and the fresh taste of spunk was even stronger. He looked at the shaft that was messy with the bear’s own seed, still fully out of its sheath and pulsing, now dripping a bit of cum onto the already marked blades of grass below. Kit felt his own cock pulsing, the feeling of need still being a part of him.

“Hehe. I know that needy look,” Moss said with a smirk. “Want me to mark the other end?”

Kit nodded and the bear chuckled. “Then get back under here,” Moss said to him in a lustful, inviting tone that promised a very good time. Closing the distance between them, Kit replicated the position he had been in before, letting Moss roll back over and on top of him in a mounting position. Feeling the weight, warmth, and dampness of the large musky male...it was making Kit shudder already. And that came before the continued prodding of Moss’ cock, similar to what came before when Moss was just messing with him. But this time it was deliberate.

Using the cum that was coating his cock, Moss continued to push when he found the mark, spreading the human’s rim gently. Working slowly, he started to fill the smaller male’s hole, feeling the even greater warmth and tightness gradually surrounding his length. They were moaning together as the inches were sliding in further, spreading out Kit’s insides, smearing the fresh and hot fluids along, already taking away strain that Kit would have been feeling.

Once the majority of his cock was inside, Moss couldn’t help but start thrusting. He rammed in hard enough to make a sharp sound when his crotch connected with Kit’s rump. From this, there was no way that Kit could keep his voice down, responding to the deep feeling and the way the length kept pressing against the walls, grinding against every nerve ending that was inside. Now it was Kit’s turn to melt while Moss took control, letting out low growls as he kept his lower half moving, rocking the rest of his plump body on top of Kit’s grinding his scent onto the human’s skin.

“I love how tight you always are...” Moss huffed.

“Heh...I'll try...” Kit muttered through his moans, his hands groping at the grass beneath his rocking body. He could feel the heat inside of him increasing, the throbs coming with more precum that was also getting smeared onto his walls. Knowing that Moss was going at it, keeping most of his cock inside, feeling him so full...rocking on top of him... Kit could breathe in and inhale Moss’ scent, becoming all the stronger as the ursine kept going, sweating more from the effort and the summer heat.

Surrounded by the wilderness and firewood, the pair got lost in each other. As best he could Kit was rocking against the incoming thrusts, feeling another jolt when his deepest parts were touched. Swinging back and forth between his legs, the human’s own cock was releasing steady jets of precum that splattered onto the ground. Of course his prostate was being weighed down and rubbed over, making his hole clench down firmly.

“You just feel so good...” Moss panted, loving every bit of Kit’s passage that kept itself so slick and tight around him. The human’s body pushed itself in time with his own motions...his tongue was lolling as he humped away, just letting himself do what felt good, pumping through the persisting grip, leaving more precum inside. There was so much that by this point the thrusting came with wet noises when going in or out, and the excess was getting pushed down, dripping down the back of Kit’s ballsack. As his own furry sack came swinging in, they got sticky and warm as well...

Kit’s senses were endlessly bombarded, making it impossible for him to keep his composure. The pressure and rubbing of his prostate, the thrusts weren’t getting any softer either. Every firm thrust was pushing him all the closer to his approaching limits. Even then he continued to push himself back, making sure the bear’s shaft could reach as far as possible, intensifying all of these feelings. He did as much as he could until it was just too much...

“Aah! M-Moss!!!” Kit exclaimed while shaking fiercely, all but collapsing while the bear was still thrusting into him with his full weight, making him rock back and forth while he was paralyzed from the strength of his hands-free climax, shooting his cum into the grass and dirt, taking deep breaths the whole time in an attempt to steady himself. Feeling the blinding pleasure and still breathing in the thick musk hanging in the air, Kit’s climax was still overtaking him while his whole body was squeezing down firmly.

With the human’s orgasm came the greater clenches of his ass, giving Moss an even greater hold to hump into but he couldn’t stand that for much longer. “Fuck...gonna dump my loads in both ends...” Moss grunted as he managed a few more firm thrusts, going for broke and rocking his hips much faster. This was all he could handle until he was snarling fiercely, shooting his cum in the form of strong and plentiful surges. It came blasting out, reaching the very end of Kit’s depths, filling up the passage. Kit could feel the heat and stickiness being pumped into him, growing so substantial to the point that the excess was oozing out, dripping down their pressed-together balls and onto the grass, adding to the great mess already there.

With a hum of satisfaction, the slightly winded black bear started to pull himself free, letting out a grunt as his cock popped out, being followed by a rush of thick seed.

“Hope you got what you wanted,” Kit panted as he continued to lay on the grass while the bear was easing up.

“Hell yeah I did,” Moss said with a smirk. “And I feel great!”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear,” Kit said. “Because you’re gonna have to carry me and the firewood. I can’t feel my legs...”

“Ugh...” Moss groaned, looking at all the scattered wood around him and the human that was still dripping his spunk. “Okay, but let's wait like 5 minutes.”

“Deal...” Kit agreed, his smile growing wider as Moss eased down again and laid on top of him...