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Cindy spun around as she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her black skirt barely covered the curve of her ample rear, as well as how tightly her pink crop top cupped her breasts and served to amplify her cleavage with the outline of her nipples visible through the thin fabric. It was a particularly slutty look for the particularly slutty mood the gray furred tabby cat was in. She bent forward, looking backwards at herself as she saw her skirt ride up, leaving her practically bare-assed as her pink thong was put on full display.

The eighteen year old was in heat, which always put her in a teasing mood and she loved the attention such an outfit got her. With such a beautiful day outside, it was perfect for a trip to the mall to see how many heads she could turn strutting her stuff, everyone was welcome to look, but not touch. One thing was missing though, a perfect cute little handbag her friend Brie had that would match this outfit perfectly. Brie was out of town touring a college she was considering attending, but the two had been best friends since they were six and borrowed each other's stuff all the time, Cindy knew she wouldn't mind.

Cindy took care not to let her dad see her on her way out of the house. She was eighteen and out of high school, but that didn't mean he was comfortable seeing his precious daughter dressed like a complete skank. She was a twenty-first century girl though, comfortable with her sexuality, including perhaps a minor exhibitionist kink...

Outside the warm summer air felt wonderful on her bare fur, only made better since most of her fur was bare. The walk wasn't terribly long, but on a wonderful summer day like this, even in a quiet suburb there were plenty of people out and about. Every man in the neighborhood seemed to have their attention trained on her, undressing what little remained with their eyes. A few even made comments to get her attention, mostly her former classmates who were surely hoping their compliments might improve their odds of getting lucky with the feline. Who knows? She had some condoms on her, just in case the mood strikes her to seek real release.

"Lookin' good!" Called out an aged otter sitting in a lawn chair, before being promptly elbowed by a zebra sitting beside him, presumably his wife. They shared a glance, the otter wore a smug grin while the zebra looked somewhat annoyed, but the hint of a smirk betrayed that this was just teasing on her part. The otter kissed his wife on the cheek, whispering something to her that seemed to satiate her.

Cindy waved and thanked him without breaking her stride.

Even a woman paid the feline a hungry glance, a somewhat older wolf watering her garden, not even attempting to be subtle as her eyes ran over the young feline. Had Cindy been interested in girls, she would have thought of the wolf as being an absolute bombshell, she had the body of a pinup girl even underneath her modest clothing.

Cindy smiled back and kept walking, all the attention she was receiving was both flattering and quite the turn-on.

She approached the door to her friend's house, knocking before just pushing open the door and letting herself in. A distant "Who's there?" came out from the kitchen.

"It's just me Mr. Mathews, I just need to borrow something of Brie's." she called out to Brie's dad, Lionel Mathews. Brie's house was a home away from home for Cindy, and Mr. Mathews was almost like a second father figure to her, he was a single father and an astronomy professor at the local community college.

Cindy made her way into Brie's room, checking her closet for the handbag, finding it fairly easily. It was black leather with pink accents, matching her outfit perfectly. It was also absolutely tiny, as she transferred the contents of her plain black purse into it, it only really had room for her phone, wallet and a few condoms for good measure. That was perfect though, the less it was obstructing peoples view of her, the better.

She could hear Mr. Mathews footsteps approaching from the hall. "Cindy, I was just fixing lunch, want me to get you something?" He asked, stepping into the doorway, leaning against the frame and holding a half-eaten sandwich. Cindy looked back at him, the bear practically filled out the entire doorway, both in height and width, his bare gut hanging over the pair of sweatpants he was wearing.

"No thanks Mr. Mathews, I was going to head to the mall today, just need to borrow a handbag, I'll get something to eat there." she explained, holding up Brie's handbag to show him.

Cindy didn't notice, at least at first, how the ursine's eyes traveled across her body. Usually she was quite perceptive to these looks, but it never really crossed her mind that her appearance might have an effect on Mr. Mathews as much as it would any other man so she wasn't paying attention to it.

He raised an eyebrow. "Dressed like that? I would have assumed you had a very lucky date tonight." he said, chuckling a bit, causing his belly to jiggle and shake as he finished off his sandwich.

"Dates require a boyfriend." Cindy pointed out, chuckling with the older bear. "Nothing wrong with showing a little fur now and then, helps tell who is interested." She said, matter-of-factly, she may have considered him a father figure in some way, but she was far more comfortable speaking about such things with him than her real dad. Finished, she began walking over to where the bear was standing, expecting him to step aside.

He didn't move, however, his eyes were glued to her chest with every step she took, her lack of a bra obvious in how much the girls bounced with every step. "I can't say it's the best way to meet people but... But I can't argue that it isn't effective... in its own way." he said, licking his chops, taking a sniff of the air.

It was this moment that Cindy grasped how he was looking at her, that same hungry look that guys have when they are mentally undressing her. Suddenly she was looking back at him with a new perspective, paying attention to his body the same way she observed guys when they were checking her out, starting from the tuft of darker brown fur on his chest, following it down as it formed a trail for her to follow, disappearing past his gut into his sweatpants, where the loose fabric did nothing to hide the tent he was now sporting. Several thoughts flashed through her mind all at once, the first was the most obvious... she realized Mr. Mathews was downright hung, to her immediate shame thinking of the fatherly bear in such a way.

The second was the realization that she had done this, between her slutty little outfit and the scent of her heat, which was only compounding in the enclosed space they found themselves in, she had caused the older man to become aroused, without even intending to. She blushed at this, feeling a little foolish, he was still a man like any other, a man who had made a daughter through the very instincts that were driving his current reaction.

Mr. Mathews cleared his throat, alerted Cindy that she may have been staring a little too long. Her eyes snapped to meet his and she blushed even more fiercely than before, ears folding back in sheer embarrassment. She watched his nostrils flare as he took another sniff of the air. "You're in heat. Always such a frustrating time for a young woman." He stated, his tone deepening, she had only ever heard his voice get this deep when he was mad, but he didn't sound mad at all, this was something different, a side of him she had never heard before. For that matter, she had never heard Mr. Mathews call her a woman before, she was always called a "girl", or a "young lady" at most, never "woman". He stepped closer to her, his tented sweatpants only a scant few inches from poking at her belly button. He reached down, running the back of his hands against the soft fur on her belly. "So much pent up arousal all at once, just when one lapse in judgment is all it takes to have an eighteen year commitment on your paws." His breath grew heavier with every word, as did Cindy's, the tension in the room on a sharp rise.

Cindy meanwhile had her eyes fixed on the tent in the bear's sweatpants once again, seeing it twitch even under the baggy garment. She wasn't sure what to do, or how to respond to this situation. Part of her wanted to tell him she needed to get going and leave, leave before they both have one such lapse in judgment and she winds up with her best friend's brother or sister growing in her womb. She caught herself, why was she even thinking that was a possibility? Sure, her condoms would never fit... that, but surely he had some of his own.

She caught herself again, why was she even considering that either? He was her best friend's father! He helped teach her to swim! He took her to dance recitals when her parents had to work! He wasn't just some random guy to have a fling with.

Her nose twitched, even as the smell of her heat filled the enclosed space, she could smell the scent of Mr. Mathews arousal breaking through, his musk, the counterpart to her own heat. While her scent drives men wild, his musk did the same to her. The smell was so thick and masculine, it made her head swim and she found herself doing what men did to her all the time, unable to help but imagine him without those sweatpants, his thick meaty cock, bigger than anything she had seen or experienced in person.

"A woman's heat can be just as irresistible for a man as it is for the one in heat..." Mr. Mathews continued, running his hand along Cindy's hip slowly. "It's why my wife left me, I got her pregnant during a particularly bad heat, she expected me to pull out, I let instincts take over. It's a terrible method of birth control, pulling out. Never rely on it." He said, a little of the fatherly man breaking through his lust. "She blamed me for doing it on purpose. She had every reason to suspect as much though, I wanted a big family, she didn't. It was an argument that was likely to end our relationship either way. After Brie was born, she left me with her. I took responsibility, never pursued her or resented her for leaving. I was just thankful to have a daughter."

Cindy looked up at him, into his hungry eyes, seeing them lock with her own the moment she made eye-contact. "Did you?" she mewled out.

"Did I what? Do it on purpose?" He paused to think, breaking eye contact as he did. "I was never sure, in the heat of the moment it's difficult to think what was going through my head, I recall intending to pull out, but perhaps once I was inside her, perhaps then I had decided to just...breed her. Or perhaps the reason I can't really remember is because I truly wasn't thinking, just acting. That doesn't excuse it, I promised to pull out after practically begging her to do it raw, so it was my fault." He explained. "Regardless, I knew that if I ever found someone else, they would need to want that same thing as me, a big family, lots of children. Brie was the best thing to ever happen to me and her mother when she was pregnant...the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want all of that again. No more flings or one-off relationships, I knew I couldn't trust myself with those any longer. Of course, you see where this philosophy has left me..."

Cindy knew that should have been her cue to leave, to wish him luck and move on. The two of them could just pretend this never happened and a few awkward weeks later be back to normal. But why was she more turned on than before? Why were her legs trembling? How much of this was hormones and how much of this was just her wanting nothing more than for this big bear to pin her down and breed her? Something just moments ago she was desperate to avoid!

But while she was trying to force herself to see reason and make a decision, Mr. Mathews was growing more bold, her lack of resistance telling him to keep going. His free hand moved to her stomach yet again, stroking it, while the one on her hip remained. "You're already so beautiful too, you would look stunning pregnant..." He leaned in close, she could feel his breath, smell that ham sandwich he ate. "You need to convince me Kitten...you are a good girl, convince me." he spoke in a half whisper, half snarling growl.

Cindy's heart fluttered as he called her kitten. "C-convince you? To what?" Cindy said, her voice was shaking, just like her entire body, trembling as this bear loomed over her.

"Not to rip those slutty clothes off of you and fuck a cub into you. Give me a good reason, a good reason why you have just stood here, listening to me ramble on about my little fetish, letting me touch you. I have never once thought of you this way, you were like a second daughter to me and now... now I can't get it out of my head, I can't see you as anything else but a hole to be filled. Tell me something to make me see reason before I do something I will regret. Tell me you're scared and want to go home, tell me that you were staring at my cock out of fear and not lust. Tell me..." he paused for a brief moment, before gripping the waistband of his pants, tugging them down, underwear and all. "...you didn't actually want to see this."

His words were driving Cindy's arousal and imagination wild in ways she never knew, and as his pants fell to the floor, Cindy's mouth was agape. His bare, pink cock, was thicker than the tiny feline's wrist and nearly as long as her forearm. It was a monster, something that would put some equines to shame... There were several moments of silence, moments where Lionel was patiently waiting for her to say something, anything, to snap him out of this. But she couldn't do it, he had awoken something in the feline, a primal urge.

"Still nothing? Can't make a decision?...Or, could it be that there is something more?" He placed one of his meaty hands under her chin, forcing her to look back up at his face. Her eyes would tell him the full story, there was not a shred of fear behind them, no looks of disgust or discomfort, she looked at him like she had never looked at him before. She looked at him with lust and desire, her body trembling with need. "Could it be that the small, helpless kitty, faced with the big, mean bear who cannot stop thinking about forcing her down and ruining her little holes until she is pregnant... has some kinks of her own?" He let go of her chin, then slipped both hands down the front of her top, wrapping his fingers around the garment. "Could it be you won't decide because you want me to decide for you? That you are just waiting to see how far I will take things because deep down... you need someone else to take the reins. Nobody has ever talked to you like this before, ever declared that they want to dominate you and you want more, right? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, you can just choose to let Poppa Bear take care of that for you."

Cindy was breathing heavily, he had read her like an open book, one she hadn't even finished herself yet. With that final ultimatum, everything felt like it had been put into perspective and she let go of that final shred of doubt, this was happening and she wanted it to, she couldn't even muster the willpower to shake her head, she couldn't even pretend she didn't want this. Her eyes traveled across his body, flicking up and down. She had never thought of him as any more than a big cuddly teddy bear of a man, soft and friendly. But flabby as he may be, he was still a bear, he was still built large and powerful, all that body mass stacked onto a nearly seven foot tall frame, the comparatively tiny feline who barely stood over five foot was nothing compared to him. She stood there in silence, taking him in, he had not given a time limit for her response, but she knew there was one, his willpower would falter and then there was no stopping him when that mountain of a man took what he wanted from the submissive housecat.

"That settles that, thank you Kitten, you will be a wonderful mother." He said, almost somber, like he was saying goodbye. In a way, he was, he was saying goodbye to the teenage girl she was, to his daughter's best friend who came over for his home cooked meals, who tagged along for camping trips and to the relationship he once shared with that girl. Everything was changing right here, right now. His fingers still wrapped around her top, knuckles pressing into her tits, he pulled hard, ripping the garment wide open, ruining it and letting it fall uselessly to the floor. The girl she once was, was gone.

But in that girl's place was a woman, the woman whose exposed breasts Mr. Mathews was now eagerly groping in his hands. The woman who could barely take her eyes off his cock without being forced to, staring at how hard he was and how it throbbed with the most primal urge of any creature. The woman who would bear his cubs.

He let go of her tits and grabbed her by the shoulders, hard, his fingers digging in just enough to hurt. When she gasped and looked into his eyes with need, she was telling him everything he needed to know without saying a word, the rougher and more forceful he was... the more she wanted him. He stooped down while simultaneously lifting her up, leaving her on her tip-toes as he pressed his muzzle to hers. He was bigger than her in every way, when his tongue invaded her mouth, it practically filled it. She could taste that sandwich he had been eating, the ham and tomato standing out particularly strongly.

Cindy could not do much more than be a passive participant, his tongue filling her mouth and his hands lifting her onto her toes as he pushed himself into the kiss with such force, he was in complete control. Never before had she felt so vulnerable and weak while also feeling completely safe as she did in the older bear's not-so-tender embrace. The kiss lingered and as it lingered, it gave her time to really reflect, to have the space to consider what was happening and how she was changing her entire life. It was silent in the room, save for the wet sounds of the bear sloppily smooching her with no regard for gentleness or decency, saliva matting the fur around their muzzles. The silence made way for the voices in her head, playing out the little conflicts she experienced, that he was too old, that he was like a father to her, she was too young for kids, too young for commitment like this. But as these thoughts come to the forefront, she realized the answer to them was the same, it didn't matter. She had already allowed it to go too far to be taken back, because she wanted it to go this far and she had no intention of mustering up the willpower to stop him now, even if she believed she could. His every word had made her weak in the knees and the more the facade of the kind fatherly man vanished, the more the rough domineering grizzly took its place. She wanted to know how far it would go, how far she could push him down this path... and how far would he push her. She was determined to see this through, so there was no sense stressing about it. The anxiety and fear was all still there, though, it was still terrifying in many ways. Motherhood, her relationship with Brie, what her parents will think, in this one moment she was going to turn her entire life on its head. But in the course of this one kiss, she accepted that there was nothing she could do about them and the thoughts retreated to the back of her mind as she turned her attention to something far more important... the man in front of her.

Her hand reached down, running her fingers along Lionel's thick cock, feeling the heat radiating off of it, feeling every pulse and twitch as her fingers teased the sensitive flesh. Reaching the tip she felt a wet bead of pre against the pad of her finger, soaking into her fur as it dripped down. Moving her fingers further along, she trailed them along the bottom of his shaft, wrapping her thumb around it and marveling at its sheer girth. Reaching the base, she moved her hand lower, along the soft fur of his fuzzy sack. She could feel the weighty heft of his balls as she cupped them in her hand, she could just imagine them filled with virile sperm, all waiting to flood her equally fertile womb.

The kiss broke off and Cindy was lowered back down onto her feet, she looked up at the bear before her, starry eyed, seeing him in a whole new light. "Mmm, Poppa Bear..." she mewled out.

Lionel grinned wide and wiped some of the spittle from his muzzle. "Finally found your tongue little kitten? That's good, you'll need it to clean me up after I am done with you." His tone had changed, a low growl behind every word he spoke, backed by an unbelievable air of confidence. He knew how to push her buttons now and wasn't afraid to flex it. That dominant tone, the snarling grin of an eager predator and the not so subtle implication of what demeaning task he planned to make her do after he finished breeding her, it all left Cindy trembling from just sheer excitement. The massive ursine leaned in, wrapping his arms around her waist and in one motion he hoisted her up and slung her over his shoulder and like a viking with his prize, he began to walk out of his daughter's room and into the hall.

Cindy couldn't see much from her perspective, she had to be content watching his chubby ass from above as he walked. She never considered herself as being into chubby guys before, or older guys for the matter... but for some reason he was suddenly the most attractive man she had ever seen, even if she never noticed until now. She also never really noticed the way bears had such smooth, pleasing curves when they put on weight, it was natural for them... it felt right. She felt him tugging at her skirt, then heard a rip as he ran one of his claws straight through it, tearing the garment off. Despite how little fabric it had, it was rather expensive... but she knew she didn't need it anymore, she had picked that outfit to find herself a guy and maybe get laid. By the time Brie got home from scouting colleges, she would have a new sibling on the way, so Cindy figured that skirt had done its job.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt thick bear fingers prod at her now fully exposed pussy, one sliding inside with no issue, she had bigger toys than that at home hidden under her bed.

"My word, you are wet... you want a baby bad, don't you? Don't worry, just a little bit more and I will oblige you." He teased, just before pushing a second finger inside, eliciting a mewling moan from the feline as she was stretched open, the third thick finger went beyond anything she had done before, whether on her own or with other guys, as he spread them apart. She grunted and winced at the treatment as she was given only a few moments to get used to his fingers, every step he took jostling both her and his fingers, eliciting another soft moan from the feline before he began to slide them back and forth in her soaking wet snatch. There was next to no buildup, he was immediately plunging his fingers in and out rapidly, pounding into her harder than any of her ex boyfriends had ever dared in sex and as she let out a long, whining moan, a moan that stopped only when she ran out of breath, turning into grunts and groans as she struggled to catch her breath again, she knew this was only a warm-up his cock would spread her wider, plunge in deeper and if his demeanor was anything to go on, pound into her just as hard.

Cindy saw as they finally passed through a doorway at the end of the hall, Lionel certainly taking his time for someone so eager to breed her. He slid his fingers out and she heard a wet slurping sound and he licked them clean. Then without warning, she was flung down, the completely naked feline landing on her back on top of Lionel's bed. The sheets reeked of him, a musky smell that had gone from a familiar scent that put her at ease, to something erotic and commanding. She looked up, seeing the bear looming over her, cock in hand as he gave it a few strokes before letting go of it and lowering himself down, grabbing Cindy by the ankles and folding her legs back towards her head as he got himself into position. His cock dragging against the lips of her pussy, teasing her clit and eliciting another moan from her. He leaned into her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Cindy wondered what he would do, would he tease her? Drag it out? Make her beg? She didn't have to speculate for long, he reached down, lining his cock up with her soaking wet entrance, and thrust inside.

Cindy screamed out, pleasure and pain intermingled as the first inches sank into her tight folds, then a few more... and more still. He wasn't stopping, even when the pain was greater than the pleasure, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, he wasn't stopping and she didn't want him to. "Yes! Yes!" She screamed out, encouraging him on, wrapping her arms around his chest as far as they would go. His hands grabbed her by the hips and began to pull her onto his dick, sinking down inch after inch until she felt his large fuzzy sack slap against her ass and his hips meeting her own, indicating he had fully hilted inside of her. Only then did he stop, his breath heavy, judging from how it felt having him inside of her, she knew her pussy must be squeezing his cock pretty hard. His gut hung against her flat stomach, she mused to herself that this exact position would be impossible in a few months...

"You're loving this, aren't you, kitten?" He teased, bringing a hand up and gently grasping the back of her head. "All that blushing and playing coy and now here you are, right where you wanted to be all along, under me, my cock buried in that tight little cunt of yours. It excites you, feeling me completely raw, knowing I am planning on putting my next child in your womb." He rocked his hips, grinding them into Cindy's and forcing a moan from her. "You wanted this from the start, but just begging would have spoiled the fun wouldn't it? You waited for me to make those big, life changing decisions for you because it's hotter to you, huh? Because you are nothing but a submissive little slut. Well, don't worry Kitten, I am more than willing to make those decisions for you, for as long as you need me too. I will tell you exactly what to do. Now... tell your Poppa Bear what he wants to hear Kitten, tell him who owns you, tell him what you are going to let him do to you."

Cindy blushed in embarrassment. He had her dead to rights, her pussy quivered with excitement as he promised to take control for her, all she would need from now on was her Poppa Bear...

"My Poppa Bear, Lionel Mathews, owns me." She mewled out for him.

"Oooh, so formal, wanted it perfectly clear it was me and only me? Maybe I could get you a collar, engrave it on your name tag, make sure everyone knows who you belong to." The bear smirked, putting a finger under Cindy's chin, lifting her to meet his gaze, a little awkwardly due to their height difference in their current position. He smiled broadly as he saw how her eyes lit up at the prospect of being collared. "I think I will, for a special occasion." He stared into her eyes. "Continue, tell me the rest."

"I'm going to let my Poppa Bear breed me." Cindy let out a gasp, as Lionel's hips moved back, pulling himself out of her slowly. "I'm going to let him breed me over and over again and give him a big family, as big as it takes until he is satisfied." His hips thrust back into her, she let out a half-hearted scream, clenching her eyes shut. Already he was sliding back out again after their hips, very slowly picking up the pace, the next thrust sure to come sooner then the last.

"Very good Kitten, very very good. Now just lay still, try to relax." He tightened his grip on the back of her head, turning it gently to the side. "It will take a few sessions until you are used to taking me, until then Kitten, you don't have to do anything, just lay back while I fuck a baby into your tight pussy." He grabbed one of her ankles with his other hand as he leaned forward, lowering himself down, his soft cushioned chest pressing into her head, he had turned her so he wouldn't smother her. His finger teased her lips, a faint taste of her own juices still on it from earlier. He held her close, adding to the intimacy as he simultaneously made sure she could tell she was okay, their size difference making it impossible for him to see her in this position. Cindy had never felt safer, than pinned under her Poppa Bear.

His hips jerked and his pace increased dramatically, a low, guttural growling sound emanating from the back of his throat all while the feline pinned under him let out mewls of pain and pleasure. She could feel his heavy fuzzy ball sack slap against the base of her ass cheeks with each thrust, she could hear it too, even with her head pinned between the bed and Lionel's soft chest, slaps of fur on fur. She didn't feel the pain anymore, she might have just gone numb to it, or the pleasure was so much that it entirely distracted her from it. She focused on that, the pleasure, letting it consume her mind, her every thought of pure ecstasy. It wasn't long until she reached an orgasm, eliciting a shudder from the bear on top of her as her walls clamped down on his cock. She didn't have time to recover though, he wasn't slowing down any time soon and she was well on the way towards another one at this rate.

It went on for several minutes, she couldn't be sure how long, maybe ten, maybe an hour. She lost count of both the passage of time and her orgasm's while pinned under the chubby bear. Her leg muscles began to ache just from his hips slapping into her thighs, like she had been working out for the last hour. The heat from the well insulated bear was practically sweltering, like the biggest, fluffiest heated blanket ever. Her sweat and his intermingled and the smell of his musk grew stronger, she knew she would need a shower after this, one she wouldn't be taking alone no doubt. However, it wasn't in spite of this that she felt like she was in heaven, it was because of these things. Embraced by her lover's body, being ridden so roughly that it was hard to tell if her pleasure and comfort was secondary to him, or if he was merely pretending it was because that's exactly what would bring her pleasure, knowing she was being used like a mere plaything.

No, not just a plaything, she was that and more, she remembered this as she felt his cock twitch and throb inside of her, pressing into her tight walls. His pace increased for the first time since he found a steady rhythm some time ago, her next orgasm washing over her as he hilted inside of her, his cum pushing past her cervix, being pumped straight into her fertile womb. There was so much, she could feel how pent up he was as her insides were bloated with his seed. Above her, his roar drowned out all other sounds, even her own screams of pleasure as she was bred. She was his girlfriend now, as well as his pet and indeed, plaything. But none of that truly mattered, all that mattered was that she belonged to him and him alone.

As he slid his thick cock from her depths, she felt empty, like a part of herself was being removed. The reality was that she had just been stretched, her pussy a ruin of its former tightness, but the romantic notion she had applied to such an obscene thing was a nice thought. But it wasn't over, as the ursine got off his kitten, Lionel still held her by the back of the head, pulling her upright, then over onto her belly, her head in his lap as he sat at the side of the bed and made good on an earlier promise. "Lick it clean Kitten, while we go over how this is all going to work from now on." he said, pressing his softening member into her cheek, smearing some of their combined juices into her fur.

She happily obeyed, sticking out her tongue she began to run it along his member, moaning softly as she tasted his salty seed for the first time, before swallowing it down and moving in for the next pass while he ran his fingers through her hair gently.

"It was obvious you wanted to be dominated sexually, the rougher I was the more you moaned and squirmed and I loved it. What about the rest of your life dear? Do you want me to truly own you? To dominate even your day to day too?" The bear asked, using his free hand to cup and fondle one of Cindy's breasts.

She nodded, it was like he was offering her something she had always wanted, but had never even considered as an option. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at how submissive she had become so quickly, but she had just let him breed her, it was well past the point of being modest and taking things slow, she wanted to belong to him, literally.

He laughed, a deep hearty laugh before pulling his hand from her breast, and bringing it down on her ass, giving her a fairly painful spank to the rear. She yelped, before resuming licking every inch of his glorious member. "So submissive, so passive. Quite the counterbalance to my own daughter, may god have mercy on whoever she settles down with. Really goes to show the world is full of all types." Cindy looked up at his face from his rod, her tongue running along it as she observed his smile, the same dominant grin from before he had grabbed her, taken her to this room and fucked a cub into the fertile feline. "Well dear, you want me to be your master, I accept. Starting now, you will live here and sleep in my bed. You won't pursue a career, you will keep my house, cook my food, raise my kids and... stay available for my needs, whenever they arise. But don't let that stop you from taking the initiative on that front as well." He said with a big toothy grin. "That's the usual fantasy for a submissive little slut like you, right? A stay at home mom, housewife and slut?" He said, his voice had lost that dominant growl and now just had a casual, genuine nature to it.

Cindy nodded again, she was getting so turned on again already, she wanted him to take her again... despite the dull pain that still radiated from her nethers. She would have to settle for polishing every inch of his tool instead, grabbing it in both hands so she can manipulate it and get at hard to reach spots.

"Heh, thought so. A bit old fashioned but... who am I to argue with winning the lottery, though we might have to make the cooking a team effort most nights, you know how I get in the kitchen." He mused.

Cindy giggled, indeed she did, home cooked meals were some of the best parts of coming over to visit Brie.

"Now for the good stuff." His voice dropped an octave and he began squeezing her ass. "You will no longer wear clothes, unless in public, meeting guests, or in practical circumstances, such as wearing an apron while cooking, or gloves when cleaning. You can wear a robe after the kids are born, but nothing more than that should be between me and this body at all times. You will give me as many children as I desire, just like you promised, so get used to being pregnant, I want a big family. Once you give me this one, I will knock you right back up. You will leave the house only at my discretion, so as to make sure you do not leave when my needs arise." He gave her ass another spank. "In return, I will do everything in my power to ensure you and our children want for nothing. Are you happy with this?"

The feline nodded yet again, having almost cleared every drop of cum from the bear's member, now suckling it straight off of his balls, eliciting a groan from Lionel as he watched how dedicated she was.

The bear stood up. "On your knees, in front of me." he ordered, Cindy obeyed without question. She could already see him hardening again. Was he going to take her throat this time? She could feel his cum, slowly trickling down her leg, knowing there was plenty more inside, doing its job. He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Such a dominant position over her only made this man, a man who a few hours ago she would never have even thought of like this, even more attractive.

"Cynthia Miller, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?" Lionel said, a low growl behind his words once again.

Her eyes went wide, a grin spreading across her face as she opened her mouth to speak, "Yes."