The Bear
The Bear
By Wolfgang Wolfe
For A special Bear
Spring
Rain pounded on the canopy of the dense forest, and in the distance the crack of thunder seemed to be getting louder. The forest was surprisingly still despite the chaos of the storm, and only one creature found themselves lacking shelter.
"I can't believe I'm stuck out in this mess..." The bear grumbled as he trudged through the moist dirt beneath his paws, as if being separated from his hiking group wasn't bad enough, the storm (which he swore he wouldn't get stuck in) was worsening and he was positive he was going in the wrong direction.
His large frame was hardly safe from the pouring rain, and his clothes were absolutely soaked. Lightning cracked behind him and the boom of thunder seemed to grow louder and closer with each passing moment.
"Go hiking this weekend I say, oh yeah a great plan. I knew there was a storm . . . I could've been home curled up on the couch but no I decide to be-" He managed to grumble out before the ground gave out below him, the muddy terrain tossing him down a steep hill. Only jagged rocks and tree trunks greeted him on his way down, and none of them could seem to cease his fall. At the bottom with a roar of pain, he stopped tumbling and nearly fractured his skull on a large rock at the bottom. The rain continued to pour down on him and mingled with some of his own blood which trickled from his muzzle.
Darkness descended on him, which soothed the pounding headache he had, but it also left him at the mercy of the elements. All he could manage was a groan of pain and confusion before he blacked out, did he hear...hooves? No, he was hearing things, and then, silence.
He awoke several hours later in a daze, and to his surprise was quite dry and warm. His eyes focused and fuzzy shapes became solid once more, he was in a cave of some sort, and though it wasn't a five star hotel it was cozy. He was lying on a makeshift bed of sorts, mostly leaves and mosses and he had some sort of animal fur over him. His head was pounding, and even the flickering of the small lantern beside him bothered his eyes.
"Nnngh, where the..."
"You're in MY cave, in MY forest..." A deep, gruff voice said from behind him. Sitting in the shadows was an odd figure, he couldn't quite make it out but whatever it was was quite large and not very friendly.
"I-I didn't mean to-"
"Save it. If I wanted you dead..." the figure said, sitting up and revealing his form. What the bear saw next shocked him some, but it was with a sort of odd admiration like waking up to find the beast of a forgotten dream staring you in the face. Sitting before him was a large beast with the head of a bull and the body of a man, at least the torso anyway; the same dense brown fur that adorned his face also covered his thick muscular legs and finally hooves ended the trunks he used to walk. "You'd be dead." The Minotaur said, waving his hand nonchalantly.
"Y-you're a..."
"Yes, a Minotaur as your kind calls it. And you're a talking bear, what of it?"
"Well yes, but...I guess you have a point there. Humans give us a few odd glances either way."
The Minotaur snorted at that, shaking his head in disgust.
"Bah, humans. If they didn't taste good, they'd be useless." The bear wanted to chuckle, but he wasn't quite sure if the Minotaur was serious or not, though judging from the decent sized potbelly which offset the rest of his muscular build, he was more inclined to believe him.
The bear struggled once more to sit up and found that he had somehow lost his clothes in the period between his unconsciousness and waking, and he tried his best to cover up with the fur blanket as he finally reached a sitting position. All the Minotaur could do was chuckle.
"No need to be modest with me, I couldn't have treated your wounds with you clothed and besides that, there was almost nothing left of your garments when I found you. I was hoping dinner would come tumbling down that hill, but I found you instead. Oh well."
"I err, thanks I guess." The bear said, finally noticing the bandages around his head, arm and leg. He could feel some bruising in other places but he was otherwise fine, though walking didn't seem to be an option at the moment. He glanced out of the entrance to the cave and saw the storm still raging on outside.
"How long was I out? A few hours?"
"A few hours? Try 2 days. I don't know why you would wander the woods in one of the worst storms of the season but as long as you're not harming my forest I could care less." The Minotaur said as he rose, making it painfully clear that he too was in the nude, his flaccid male hood dangling between his legs.
The bear couldn't help but blush a bit as he saw this, and he stumbled over words he had yet to say, a small gasp leaving his mouth. The Minotaur pretended not to notice and began to walk towards the entrance of the cave.
"Well, I am sure you're hungry as am I. I only hope you're open to a change in diet..." He said, and before there could be any sort of protest, he vanished out into the cold of the stormy night. The bear took the opportunity to lie back down with a groan, glad that he had the blanket to hide his growing erection at the sight of the unclothed Minotaur and he looked forward to the no doubt human meal he would soon be having. He was no stranger to the practice himself, and he had once or twice picked off a human or two who were hassling him for being one of the few anthro's in his area, it was a guilty pleasure he indulged in frequently. It was only shocking to find this creature of myth, which apparently had similar tastes.
About an hour later the Minotaur trudged back into the cozy cave, two large unconscious humans in his hands. The bear sat up with a grunt and blinked some as the Minotaur tossed the two into the center of the cave.
"Where did you-"
"Some hunters a few meters away. There's a hunting lodge at the edge of the forest, those human bastards see fit to disturb my forest, so I am slowly turning the place into a buffet."
The bear did little more but grin at that comment and look down at the two humans just a few feet from him. He noted automatically that one was chubbier than the other and he already could feel drool welling up in the corners of his muzzle. His gut trembled a bit in his lap, apparently more eager to eat than he was. He looked up quickly to the Minotaur, already finding his gaze fixed on his middle.
"Come, you must eat." He said, picking up one of the humans by the back of his shirt and plopping it down on the bed, it was the chubby one, just as he wanted. "I don't know of your tastes bear, but if you prefer to have your meal prepared, you'll have to do it yourself." His heavy hooves clopped over beside the fire and he took a seat once more, dragging his own human over to him.
He monitored the bear for a moment, noticing a hungry glare in his eyes as he hefted the human up, his paws tearing away the cheap fabric that clothed him to expose his pink, tender flesh. The bear hugged his meal against him, a precautionary motion in case the meal should wake midway, and he slopped his tongue over his face slowly, his drool trickling down the mans face and chest. Another long slurp overcame his head and then tucked it into his fat jowls. Were the man conscious, the obvious change in warmth and moisture would have roused him, but he was out cold and delicious. He wasn't going anywhere but into the starved bear.
The Minotaur watched with a halfway smirk, it seemed odd, yet comfortable to him that the bear chose to consume his humans in the same manner as he did, and it broke his belief instantly that he was the only one besides snakes that took such pleasure in the heft of a fully intact meal in ones stomach. Though the bear was obviously enjoying himself, the musk of an erection hidden beneath his swelling gut gave this away, but he was more hungry than anything, and the man slid in without much trouble, only his portly middle slowed the bear down, and that seemed to be just so he could lick and nibble at the fleshy orb before he sent it down into his furry gut with the rest of the man.
He lied back in the bed and belched thunderously, paws roaming over his slightly more distended middle while his tongue caressed his lips and removed the last remnants of taste from them. The Minotaur had begun his meal already as well, waiting for the bear to finish before he slipped his own humans feet into his jaws. Apparently much less intimate with his meal, he gulped the man down in large loud gulps, huge bulges slithering down his throat and muscled chest to press out his gut quite noticeably, tight muscle stretching to carry the form in his middle. His own belch was low and long, and his eyes shut slightly as the weight settled within him.
Any attempt to hide an erection on both their parts was futile. The bull loved to eat, though he hid it under the pretense of needing to survive, and to happen upon this creature who shared his love was so unexpected but extremely fortunate. The bear sat up in bed, the pink flesh between his legs pushing out from beneath his gut, exposing the pre glazed tip. The Minotaur rose as well, a feral sort of masculinity emanated from him. Maybe it was the dampened fur, maybe it was the deep and raspy sound of his breath as he stood there, or maybe it was the foot or so of an erection that he now sported, but whatever it was, it was certain that the two had one more appetite to fulfill.
Through his soft brown fur, anyone could have seen that the bear was blushing, but he decided to shatter the silence and speak.
"That was...err, a good meal. Don't you think?"
"Better than usual, but then again I usually don't entertain company..." The Minotaur said, taking a step, his huge meat bobbing as he did and dribbling a bit of pre to the ground.
"And I usually don't get to enjoy the company of such a sexy beast." The bear smiled some, his blush fading as the Minotaur got closer, he was now certain that they both wanted the same thing. The Minotaur crawled into bed and straddled the bear, his erection sandwiched between the two of their human filled bellies and his eyes locked with his ursine guest.
"Well then I guess we both lucked out..." As though drawn together by some unforeseen force, the two were locked in a furious kiss; the deep grunts and groans of lustful bliss echoed in the cave. Paws roamed, appendages were groped and the heat of the fire at their feet was no longer necessary, a sun burned between the two of them and radiated into the night. There were no seconds, only hours existed and the pitter patter of rain fell on deaf ears.
Breaking this kiss moments later, the bear found his paw wrapped firmly around the bulls rock hard member, stroking over it slowly and then fast, exciting the bull until steam burst from his nostrils.
"Oh god, its been so long..." He panted and grit his teeth, his member pulsing with need.
"And to think.." The bear managed to get out between grunts, "I don't even know your name." He smiled up at the Minotaur. His eyes parted open for just a moment and he seemed to be searching for something.
"My name...its been so long since anyone asked it...I don't remember it." He managed to grumble out, but his name was hardly his concern at that moment. A heavy paw pushed into the bears fat chest and pinned him to the bed, his other paw gripping his own dribbling member and aiming it at the fat bears muzzle. "That's hardly important now, I've got to feed my guest..." He smiled cunningly, his throbbing malehood just inches away from the bears muzzle.
"Mmmm I should get meals like this all the time..."The bear growled and lapped his tongue out over it, the taste was strong, but enjoyable, and before long he had as much of it as he could in his jaws. His fat muzzle bobbed up and down over it, and the Minotaur braced himself on his arms and thrust into the bears jaws, his seed-heavy sac bumping roughly against his chin with each motion. Every inch of the Minotaur thick shaft could be felt in the bears muzzle, he licked slowly and longingly over the sides. The taste, the smell, the size...everything was right, and he fully intended to enjoy his 'meal'.
"Don't worry, you will." He grunt and snorted, his head throwing back as his shaft was gulped by the big bear beneath him. He meant every word of it, he'd have the bear do this everyday if it were possible, it had been so long since he enjoyed the 'company' of another and this bear was all he could've wanted. Fingertips dug into the wall as he felt his tip occasionally slip into the bears gullet, his thick tongue dancing around his painfully erect member all the while. He couldn't help but occasionally thrust into the bears gullet, pressing his thickness into his pulsating throat for a few seconds before he would pull out again, thick globs of pre now coating the insides of the bears warm, skillful muzzle.
The bear was in a heaven all of his own creation, he always dreamed of some beast such as this in a situation just as this one. His paws roamed over the beasts luscious form, groping at his tight rear and then caressing over his bloated middle. As pleasing to his senses as that was, all he truly concentrated on was the foot of Minotaur meat in his jaws, the head which was now traced over by his tongue and the heavy sac which filled the area with an unmistakable scent. Before long his wandering paws wandered down to his own member, it would've taken a single stroke and he would've came harder than he ever had at this point.
The Minotaur was close to the edge himself, and it wouldn't be long before the bear received a fresh load of protein in his slobbering muzzle. With a paw gripping gently but firmly at the back of the bears head, the Minotaur roared out as he flooded the bears muzzle with the creamy treat he worked so hard but willingly to obtain, thick white ropes jet back into his throat, filling every portion of his muzzle before he gulped it down. It had to have been much longer than the Minotaur let on, because a good gallon of the hot mess now spewed into the bears willing muzzle. The bear came in unison, his own heavy seed spurting up and hitting the mino's leg as well as coating his own gut as he spurted a good five or six rich shots of ursine jizz. The Minotaur released his grasp as he emptied his heavy sac, and he let his limp member slip from the tubby bears muzzle.
"Mmmph, You're quite good at that..." He grinned a bit, letting his dripping member rest on the bears chest.
"It wasn't difficult, I had prime A beef to work with." The bear smiled as licked his muzzle clean. It was incredibly futile however, as he was coated with his own mess, but it was much to his surprise and delight that the spent Minotaur leaned forward to lap at his chest and middle. His rough tongue felt magical against the bears coarse fur, and it wasn't long until every drop was licked away. The Minotaur stayed there for a moment, his arms curled around the bear, and the bears own muscular, but soft arms curled around him.
Their lusts and appetites sated for the night, the two fell asleep there; the rain and crackling of the fire lulled them to sleep, where pleasant dreams greeted them.
Sunlight peeked into the cave the next morning, the bear awoke first and smelled the crisp morning air. It had somehow managed to mask the scent of passionate love making and the burned out fire, and it filled the entire cave. Much to his surprise and delight he awoke to find the Minotaur still there, curled up beside him.
"Hmmm was a better dream than I thought..." He chuckled to himself and rubbed a paw down his rescuers side. The Minotaur shifted a bit and then sat up in bed, rubbing at his head.
"Morning...already?"
"Afraid so.."
"I usually go out before sunrise and patrol but...I guess there was no harm in missing it this once."
The two sat and looked at one another, an awkward silence between them as they locked eyes. The bears blushing cheeks could've shamed a stop sign right now, and the Minotaur was intrigued by it.
"Heh, something on your mind?"
"Yeah...Its...not easy to say though..." The bear said, turning his gaze to the ground. He thought for a good while, thinking of everything he had to go back to...An apartment two sizes too small, a job in a cubicle just as tiny, and a life just as framed and restricted. But it was all he knew, not all he wanted, and change was scary. It was the heavy paw on his arm that melted that world away, destroyed it, and reassured him, all in the same instance.
"Yes, you can stay." The Minotaur said in a low, calm voice.
"But..."
"Do you think I share with everyone what we shared last night? Never have I known anyone I was so willing to trust, so willing to drop my defenses around. Then you came along... You've shown me the world isn't so cold and uninviting, and that's something I'm not about to give up right away." The Minotaur said, smiling at the end of his sentence. Despite his size, his power...that smile could've out shone the sun. It was as warm and inviting as freshly baked pie sitting on a window sill, and the bear happily accepted all he had to say.
"Th...thank you, I don't know what lies ahead of me, and I'm sure it'll take some adjusting...but I'm willing to try, I truly am."
"That's all I could ask of you."
Winter
Days became weeks...weeks transformed into months, and the two continued to find new and shared interests in one another. The bear had long since discarded his normal clothes, and now brandished only a loin cloth from one of the many deer the two had consumed. He was quickly learning to live in the wild with little difficulty, and particularly liked the idea of returning to his grizzly roots. They both lived for the hunt and one another, and the idea of plumping one another up had quickly become a favorite pastime. It was always a hidden passion of the bear and even the Minotaur, but how could they have possibly expressed it where they each were before? A human here or there was easily worked off, but now, his bovine lover made sure to feed his growing bear, and not only did he do it well, he did it with pleasure.
"The moon is full again bear..." The Minotaur smiled to his mate as they strolled through the brush leading to their den.
"Already?" The bear asked, his paw wondering down to his noticeably large middle, it had grown under the Minotaur care and even he wondered how he could manage to waddle around as frequently as he did. "Not that I'm one to complain of course." He grinned over at his love.
"Indeed it is, and it has been nearly a year since we met one another, I want this time to be special my fat bear..." He said and stood before the bear, wrapping his arms around him as best as he could and placed a deep and passionate kiss on his chubby muzzle. The bear was in ecstacy already, and he could only imagine what lied for him back at the cave.
The two walked in, but only one stood in awe. Before them lie dozens of fresh salmon all neatly stacked, a huge bowl full of gooey, delicious honey, another busting with fresh picked berries and nuts, and naturally, the bound and squealing bodies of the three biggest boar the bear had seen
"All this...for me?"
"Every pound of it bear, and don't even think about leaving the cave before you finish it all."
"I wont be able to leave the cave halfway through eating all this stuff " He said teasingly, waddling over faster than he had moved in the past few months to get situated amongst his waiting meal. The smells wafted up to his snout and his belly growled thunderously, demanding he feed it.
Naturally, the bear complied, his paws gripping the first, fat, juicy salmon from off of the pile and slipped it into his drooling jaws whole. He gulped it down with no difficulty and followed suit with the next few. The bovine on the other hand sat beside his ursine companion and stroked over his middle with his large paw, kneading and aiding in the digestion as the bear consumed.
The pile dwindled down in no time flat, salmon being the bears treat of choice, and his gut pressed heavily against the ground (not to say that it didn't already) and bumped into the huge bowl of nuts and berries. A fishy belch left his tubby jowls and only made room for him to further glut. The bowl was hefted up in chubby paws and deposited, dump-truck style into his waiting maw. What didn't end up in his muzzle was quickly finding its way into his coarse chest and belly fur, but he didn't seem to mind in the least and neither did his mate.
Even as the empty bowl was tossed aside, and leftover berries were picked and eaten from his fur, the bears middle still growled uncontrollably, even the Minotaur surprised at just how much his mate had managed to consume in such a short time.
"I take it you were hungrier than you let on?"
"-Urrrrrrp - Sort of, I only had one moose today..." He blushed a bit, surprised he could put only in front of moose with a straight face.
"Well then, I wouldn't want you to burn off all that hard work..." The Minotaur said as he rose, trotting over to one of the boars and picking it up by its hind-hooves. "Now would I?"
"You have a point there." The bear grinned and opened his muzzle wide, his broad pink tongue rolling out invitingly. The Minotaur couldn't help but smile at the sight, that same smile that won the bear over so long ago. The squealing oinker only drove them both on, the gurgling of the bears gut seeking to silence it while the Minotaur wanted nothing more than to stuff the pork down his mates gullet. He proceeded to do so without any coaxing, but gravity and the bears eager esophagus made it quite easy. The boars head disappeared with a loud -ULP- and his meaty upper body was making its way down just as quickly. Deep, powerful gulping noises were heard as the bear undulated his fleshy tunnel around his meal and brought it downward without its consent. His broad and slobbering tongue slathered his meal in saliva, delighted groans and moans rumbling from the fat bear as he consumed the squirming treat, making sure to savor every inch of its flavor. A powerful paw rested on the boars rump and shoved it downward in time with the bears gulps, each one loud and steady, forcing another few inches of his heavy meal into himself. The bears neck fur bulged outward with its form, arousing the Minotaur as he knew the lump would soon deposit into the bears ever growing waistline. The bear on the other hand was too caught up in gluttonous bliss, his paws roaming over his gut as he felt the weight of the boar press into his churning pot. It wasn't long before it became little more than a squealing, wriggling lump in the bears gut. It rested heavily in his middle and pushed it out more, eliciting a nearly full erf from the bear, who was reveling in his gluttony.
"Another..." he growled deeply, panting a bit as he rubbed over his girth. His significant other complied without a word and hefted the next porker up, this time sliding it in hooves first. He barely moved his paw out of the way before the bears hunger overtook him and he began shoving and gulping the pig down, this one disappearing in half the time it took the first He looked quite impressive now, rivaling the biggest bear in any zoo in the country. His gut was taught and bulging all over with fresh meat and other goodies, and he didn't waste another moment in cramming the final boar into his drooling, cavernous muzzle. It only took two loud and precise gulps before his muzzle closed around its flicking tail and slurped it up like living spaghetti.
Even the Minotaur watched in awe, he had been hungry before, but this bear had turned it into an art form. The bear licked his muzzle, savoring the last bits of the previous meals and with greedy, fat paws he hefted up the cauldron sized bowl of honey and began to chug it; sticky, sweet trails of golden honey spilling from the corners of his muzzle.
The growling in his middle was finally quelled, and now only the steady gurgling, and full-to-bursting groans of the bear could be heard, lowly echoing through their cavern. All the Minotaur could do was sit beside his engorged mate and soothe his massive middle, his skilled and mighty paws kneading over the glorping mass of bear gut. He had half a mind to give the bear one more creamy treat, as his massive erection poked out beneath his loin cloth, but the bear was almost comatose with food as it was.
"Did I....-URRRRRAAAAAPPP - Just eat as much as I think I did?" The bear asked, practically drunk with food.
"Yes you did, and to think, there has been this big hungry bear hiding inside you all along." The Minotaur chuckled, still kneading over his lovers girth. It wasn't long before the two fell asleep, curled in one another's arms, surrounded by warmth and love as they lay there. The limited activity and food induced nap would surely be evident on the bears waistline in the morning, and he couldn't wait to see it. But for now, they lie there content in each others embrace as they had been for so many nights before.
But even in their warmth and bliss, outside, a terrible blizzard was brewing...
Summer
Summer heat can do a funny thing to man. It makes their blood boil, it makes the old cranky and makes the young impetuous. Life had returned to the woods, the hunt was abundant, and the unlikely couple had grown even closer.
The bear was of an unbelievable size now, as many full moons had come and gone since that night so long ago. The Minotaur was significantly portlier as well, but being the seasoned warrior he was, he made sure to balance it out with enough muscle to match it. But no amount of brawn or even their ever growing love could've prepared them for what would happen next.
The massively rotund bear stood just at the edge of the cave, enjoying the gentle breeze that lingered by the entrance. It would be just a few moments before his mate returned from the daily hunt, and he was getting anxious to see him. His fur blew gently, making shiny waves along his body as he waited, growing more and more impatient by the minute.
"Oh...he should've been here by now " He grunted and kicked a stone, sighing some as it bounced away. The sky was getting darker, but daylight was still on his side. He waddled forward, in the general direction the Minotaur usually lumbered off in and he began to trace his scent, a skill he hadn't used other than for finding hidden snacks around his office until he came out into the wild.
His scent was still lingering, but was far off, and something else seemed to surround it...Humans? So what, his love could easily take on 10 of them without being late for lunch. But what else was it he was smelling...
He trudged on for a while, scaring off the smaller beasts he would usually give playful chase to as his massive form went forth, but he was determined to find his love. That weird smell kicked in again, this time it was followed by a sound, a sound he hadn't heard in quite some time, a sound that brought back that entire world he forgot that spring.
It was the sound of gunfire.
And these were not little guns, these were rifles and shotguns, and they were tainted with the coppery smell of blood.
Had it not been for sheer terror of what he may find, he couldn't have possibly moved at the speed at which he did, but he managed to drop to all fours, his gut swaying back and forth against the dirt as he dashed to the sounds and smell. Nearly out of breath, but determined to continue, he ran until he found him.
It was after this that his eyes saw what his nose had warned him of and his heart couldn't have beared to conceive. The Minotaur lay in a patch of blood covered leaves, coughing a bit as he tried to crawl away. He had been shot eight times-- at the very least , before he had gone down, but it was evident from the mangled bodies of the three humans there that he had put up a fight.
"No " The bear yelled, tears welling up in his eyes as he dashed over to his wounded lover, his arms hefting him up into his embrace. The Minotaur did his best to hug back, but he was weak and only getting weaker, he coughed once more, hacking up a bit of blood onto the bears chest.
"Hey bear...sorry for being so...*gasp* late..." He managed to chuckle weakly.
"Don't speak, you have to save your strength.." The bear said, his eyes darting around quickly, the lake was nearby, and using every ounce of his might he heaved the large beast over to its side and gently washed over his wounds. Something told him that it would be ultimately futile, but what more could he do?
"Don't bother with that love, there isn't much time for me." The Minotaur snorted, his eyes getting heavy as he was propped up in the bears arms. Those tears he tried so hard to hold back now burst forth, streaming down his cheeks as he stared into the Minotaur eyes. The bovine reached up and rubbed his cheek, brushing his tears away with a crooked smile.
"What's this now? I don't want your beautiful face to be marred by tears..."
"What...what am I supposed to do? I'm so sorry...I should've looked for you sooner... I-I didn't..."
"Shhhh, none of that...you came just when you needed to, and there's one thing you can do for me now..." The Minotaur smiled once more and rubbed at the bears chest.
"Anything Please tell me love..."
"I want you to...to...make us one."
"Make us one...? I don't underst-"
"Yes you do...I want to be one with you, in my last moment...I want you to take me inside of yourself." The Minotaur nodded, coughing once more as he peered up into the bears face. He seemed both confused and amazed, but that melted away into a sort of grim resolve.
"Hey, *cough*, you don't think for a second I wouldn't want to be a part of how big and beautiful you've become do you?" He managed to laugh once more, forcing a smile out of the big bear. The bear simply shook his head and held the Minotaur tight against his tubby body. They stayed like that for a moment, this moment not nearly as pleasant, but just as long and timeless as all their others, before the bear leaned down to kiss his mate once more.
They stayed locked in that kiss for five' eternities, maybe more before thick bruin lips moved over the Minotaur muzzle, pulling him into the warm, wet embrace of his jaws. Gentle paws hefted him up into a slowly swallowing maw, wanting to be especially gentle and slow with his ailing love. Another gulp and the broad shoulders began to disappear into the cavernous muzzle which had consumed so much before, licked at slowly and lovingly by his wide tongue. The Minotaur couldn't have hoped for more from the bear, he had envied the pigs and humans the bear had downed, but didn't dare make it known. He moaned gently and nuzzled into his loves tongue, his taste grinding into the taste buds which slowly rubbed over him.
With the aid of his gullet and the force of gravity, the Minotaur found himself nearly inverted in no time, his head forcing down the tight passage to his loves waiting belly. It massaged him gently as it tugged him ever downward, the slick, vibrating passage soothing his wounds, making him forget them as the warmth and air of his love surrounded him. All around him he heard the comforting sound of the bears heartbeat and heaving breath. His hot body squeezed around him and forced him down further and further, his chest and the beginnings of his paunch were now laid out on the bears tongue, meanwhile, his paws had moved down to his ankles and were carefully pushing them in as well.
The bear paused there for a moment, savoring the first and last time he would consume his mate. His tongue searched over his middle, delighting in the weight of the Minotaur gut on his tongue. Heavy paws massaged muscular legs and gave them another gentle push, his tongue twitching for a moment as it lapped over a wound and the bitter taste of blood spilled over it. It wasn't long before the Minotaur head was squeezed into the tight entrance to the gurgling belly, the passage spreading wide to accept him like so many meals before. The growing noise inside (that would have terrified many) comforted the Minotaur, it made him feel...at home.
A few more labored and cautious gulps and the huge bulge of the Minotaur had pressed into the bears spacious gut, his hind legs, tail and hooves being all that world could see of him aside from bloody leaves. The bear tilted his head back one final time and took the Minotaur in completely, sealing him inside of his warmth and blubber, making sure nothing else could harm him as long as he was there. He rubbed and cradled his middle lovingly, giving it a few slow licks as the Minotaur passed into it, pressing it outwards against his paws.
"I love you so much, my dear Minotaur. And now we can be together...always." He smiled a bit to himself at the thought, it didn't seem half bad after all.
"Thank you bear, I couldn't have hoped for a more fitting end." The Minotaur managed to whisper with his final breath, he fell into a peaceful sleep inside his bear, and that was enough for him.
The End