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Kit groaned as he rose up from the bed. He had quite the eventful first day in the fox settlement. Sunlight was coming in from the windows, giving him a pretty sight to wake up to. Kit took a deep breath but winced from the many smells that flooded his nose at once. He reached over and grabbed his flask, taking another swig of the liquid inside. It was really helping him out but the kodiak wanted to be able to live his life as a bear without needing it. He wanted full permanent control of himself. With a light stretch and yawn, Kit carefully stepped out of the room he was sharing with Boreas, who was still snoring in the other bed. While the panda seemed content to keep himself holed up in the room all day, Kit wanted to see more of this place while they would still be here.

"You're in high spirits," Perch said with a smile after greeting Kit. He took Kit's flash and refilled it with more of the concoction that was prepared ahead of time. There was plenty to go around but Perch felt it was his duty to ensure that none of his pupils would need it anymore. "Getting an early start, I see."

Kit nodded and explained that he wanted to see more, making the brown bear chuckle. "We'll be here for one more day. Tomorrow we'll be heading off to collect Vozz, the final member of our little posse."

Perch got a sly look on his face as he leaned in a bit. "And I heard you made quite the impression last night at the tavern."

"O-oh! That was..." Kit stammered. He began to blush as the brown bear just laughed a bit.

"I'm just pulling your tail, Kit. You'll find that the foxes are a very friendly bunch. Their openness with each other and outsiders alike is something that makes them a joy to visit," Perch said.

The kodiak bear nodded and decided it was time to take his leave. While passing through the front of the inn, Kit waved to Wiks, the gray furred fox that had shown him and the other bears around when they first arrived.

Stepping outside in the morning light, Kit observed the settlement waking up in a similar way that his own would. Foxes of various species were greeting each other and some were setting up their shops for the day, getting their wares ready to be either sold or traded. Kit took a deep breath of the morning air. The smell of dew was heavy in the air. The abundance of greenery was shimmering under the rays of sun that beamed through the treetops. Feeling motivated to see more of the new location, Kit began to walk around.

One thing that the bear quickly found was that the foxes were very friendly, not only to each other but towards him as well. KIt had reason to be nervous, going into a territory that was unfamiliar to him and in the control of another species that he had never interacted with. But the day before left him pleasantly surprised and while walking past foxes he was waving and greeting them. They did so in return with smiles and wags of their tails.

His walk brought him back to the clothing shop. The fox that ran the front, being of average height and having dark brown fur with lighter accents called out to him. "It's you again! Perfect timing." He called Kit over and the bear approached, being led into the shop and to the back.

"I spent nearly the entire night working on this for you," the fox said excitedly. He had Kit stand back while he pulled back a curtain that hid a part of the back wall. Being revealed to the bear was a set of shorts and a vest that was much like those the foxes wore but of course much bigger. Just from looks alone they seemed suited for him. Kit was impressed and also a bit put off by the fox's persisting wide smile.

"It's amazing," Kit complimented. "Um, how much do I owe you for it?" It was a good thing that all of the tribes used the same currency.

The amount was more than what the bear expected, being out of his price range. The fox was rather understanding, agreeing to take what Kit had. The kodiak bear excused himself and went back to his inn room. When he came back there was a small woven sack in his hand. He emptied it in the fox's hand, watching his smile grow all the wider. The amount the bear had on hand was enough to cover just over half of the total amount.

"Now, as for the rest..." the fox said as he put the currency away. "You can pay me in another way."

"And what way is that?" Kit asked. He expected to be put to work to make up for the rest but the vulpine just shook his head.

"I know you won't be here for long and to be honest... This was a project of passion, in more ways than one. I worked so hard because I couldn't get the images of your body out of my head. And when I heard about you at the bar last night..." The brown fox was up close to the ursine now, running his hands along the other mammal's body. "You're really...big. Can I feel just how big you really are?"

Wow. Perch was right, Kit thought to himself but he agreed. It wasn't as if the bears weren't involved with each other but from what he experienced so far, the foxes were especially forward with their desires.

Seeing the kodiak bear nod prompted the tailor fox to close the distance between them. He lifted his hands and placed them on Kit's stomach. The fox began slowly rubbing the area, moving his hands up and down, combing his fingers through the bear's soft pelt.

Kit could tell that there was more going on than simple belly rubbing. The tailor's touch had an underlying sensuality about it. Clearly the vulpine was exploring his body. While it did feel good, Kit also felt a bit awkward just standing there while the fox was still rubbing him. Those hands were slowly moving downward until his lower belly was touched. In a sudden move, the hands were on his crotch. The speed of it made him jump and the fox snickered in response.

"Oh my..." the vulpine trailed off. Through the loincloth he was feeling the bear's package. It was already assumed that Kit was packing something substantial but feeling it for himself was something else entirely. More pressure was applied and this kind of touching was making Kit's cock stir from inside of the sheath.

Kit expected the fox to keep rubbing there but those hands lifted from his front half and he stepped back. Still standing in place, he watched as the smaller mammal walked around and behind him.

"May I?" the fox asked. Kit nodded and he eagerly proceeded.

The loincloth worn by Kit did well to hide what he had in the front and back but it also wasn't hard to lift up or move out of the way. This time the fox did just that, allowing himself a full view of Kit's large and soft looking rump. Kit knew it wasn't as big as Moss' but putting himself in the fox's perspective, it was safe to assume that his was the biggest he'd seen so far.

Both hands were planted on his butt. The fox gasped as he began gently squeezing them. Excitement was welling up within him. And hearing Kit's soft moan made his own heart skip a beat. He wondered if this was all a dream for a moment. The squeezing stopped but the hands were still roaming, now rubbing all over his smooth furred cheeks.

The fox was very much enjoying this, being able to explore the bear's body and the differences between it and that of his fellow fox's. While the expanse of rump was all too alluring, the sight of Kit's stumpy tail wagging back and forth a bit was amusing to him. Touching more got him all the more used to handling the ursine's backside.

"Mind if I take this off?" the fox asked, gently tugging at the loincloth's band.

"Go ahead," Kit obliged.

The fox found the loincloth's clasp. Once it was undone the cloth came free from the bear's body, falling to the floor. With nothing more on his body, Kit was completely nude in the back area, every part of his body being in clear view.

He wasn't the only one for long. Following suit, the fox took off his own clothes. The shorts came off first and then his crop top. It was done rather quickly and now he was just as nude as Kit. When he returned to the bear's side the fox began sniffing at Kit. It was done out of curiosity at first but he quickly found that the bear's natural scent was an appealing one.

Slowly breathing in and out, he let the "bear-ish" aroma fill his nose. Inhaling it was making him aroused, his cock was already sliding from his sheath. He openly hummed from the effect it had on him, voicing his growing allure of the bear's musk. Kit was hearing all of this and felt the warm puffs of breath against his body. It was making him more excited as well.

Letting the smaller male have more, Kit lifted one of his arms and the fox was quick to get himself as close as he could to the exposed underarm. The smell of him was of course stronger there and the moment he inhaled from it for the first time the fox was instantly hooked. While keeping his nose there, the fox's hand roamed outwards and across Kit's belly, finding it his groin again. He perked up when feeling that a good portion of Kit's cock was already out of his sheath. Moving it down even more, his touch was focused on the bear's balls.

While the tailor was getting his fill on the bigger male's scent, Kit was treated to some rubbing that was just as tender as the rubbing his backside had been given. The hand was not only fondling but also exploring further, feeling up each of the orbs one at a time. The direct contact made Kit shudder and moan softly as well. His cock jerked and more of it came sliding out.

From there the two were sharing light pleasures of different kinds. The fox's hand moved up again and carefully gripped his shaft, slowly tugging back and forth. Kit's moan got even louder from the repetitive motions. The direct pleasure mingled with the added arousal of being sniffed with such gusto. He could feel the sniffing getting stronger and the fox's hums were becoming more intense. It was all too clear that he was hooked on the musk and couldn't stop himself from shuddering when another moan came from Kit. Wanting to get more of that, he squeezed the bear's cock and listened for the bear's groan.

When the fox pulled away he was panting from the heat that he felt, being felt both outside and in. "A-are you okay with...not being on top?" he asked in a hopeful tone. Kit heard the nervousness in the tailor's voice but just smiled warmly.

"I don't mind at all," Kit said. The fox's eyes brightened as he watched Kit turn around and take a few steps. There wasn't a lot of room afforded to them within the back room but it was enough for him to get down on his hands and knees, showing off his plush hindquarters. Swaying them back and forth was just the thing that got the fox to approach.

Coming in from behind, the fox got down on his knees. Like he had before, he reached his hands out and ran them along the thick mounds. Just touching them was enough to make his body shudder with growing excitement. His cock was fully outside of its sheath as he reached even lower to cup the bear's balls from behind. He just loved Kit's reactions. If he could manage it, he would have closed up shop and spent the whole day with the kodiak bear. But there were other orders that needed to be worked on and only so much time before the busiest part of the day came.

Coming in even closer, the fox pressed his erection to Kit and immediately began to grind his cock in between the soft cheeks, humming from the warmth and softness that stimulated his length. Even without penetrating the other male, he was already getting lost in it, smoothly humping against them with a bit of extra force.

"You can put it in if you'd like," Kit offered with an amused tone of voice.

Blinking in realization, the fox realized that Kit was right. His hands then pulled Kit's cheeks apart, exposing the soft hole that was usually hidden from view. It was so thrilling to see it up close. Just looking at it was making his mouth water and his cock was throbbing too hard for him to hold back any longer.

he lined himself up and pressed his pointed tip to the soft hole. Precum was already leaking from it and it was used as lube to help ease it in. Pushing carefully, the fox felt himself penetrating the bear, his length being slowly engulfed by the hot tightness. When he had about a fourth of his cock in the fox decided that he wanted it all and shoved the rest in, sinking all the way down to his knot. Kit gasped from the sudden push and his ass squeezed down on it. The fox shuddered and throbbed against the walls before he made the first thrust.

Though so very eager, the fox held back and started out with slow thrusts. The two were slowly adjusting to each other, while the fox was loving the hole that wrapped itself around his cock, Kit was still adjusting to the feeling of a knotted shaft in him. Though smaller than what his fellow bears had, it was more than enough to reach deep inside of him and the differing sensations it provided. After a bit of this, the fox's thrusts were getting faster and more precum was leaking out, making the bear's hole all the wetter and warmer.

Working accordingly, the fox began thrusting in deeper as well, aiming to get every one of his inches, save for the knot, into the snug bearhole that was hugging his length so effectively. When pushing his cock in deep inside, his pelvis was pressed snug to Kit's backside. From then on, the bear felt himself being filled deep. Every thrust ended with the fox's body smacking into his own. This also resulted in the cock touching the bear's prostate, making him moan out even more.

Within the back room, the sounds of the fox and bear were getting louder and the pleasure between them was growing as well. Kit's tailhole was clenching harder around the pumping length but the fox simply pushed through the added tightness, earning himself even more pleasure in return. At this point enough precum had leaked from the vulpine's cock that was able to move it about with almost no resistance at all.

The fox went even further, the smacks of their bodies connecting being heard more frequently. Against the floor, Kit was trembling and his hole was squeezing down even more. Without it being directly touched, his cock was starting to throb. Precum had leaked from his tip as well, forming a small mess on the floor beneath him.

"I'm getting close..." he announced.

"So am I..." the fox confirmed.

Kit could feel the knot pressing against his rim, more than it had before. Kit recalled his time with the other foxes, Wroh and Marx. They had the same kind of fox and a knot that popped in, locking itself inside of him. Figuring that the fox was trying to knot him, Kit did his best to brace himself and felt that the throbbing bulb was gradually doing more to stretch his rim further.

The feelings that came from being further spread along with his prostate being pressed down on further was enough to push him over the edge. Kit snarled and clenched his balled fists as he came, shooting thicker amounts of his balls' fluids onto the floor. In response his ass squeezed even tighter but the fox was already dead set on burying his knot inside and made an extra hard push that forced it and his entire cock in as well. As soon as it was planted past the bear's rim, the fox panted hard and his cock began firing thick ropes of his seed. Kit felt himself being filled and groaned from the satisfaction that came with the heat and stickiness that welled up from deep in him.

"Y-yes... I think that about covers the rest..." the fox gasped. He was still on top of Kit, laying his body over the bear's. Kit hummed in approval as his afterglow came in. Thanks to the knot they stayed like that for a small while after. When they came undone the fox got them some towels to clean up with and when they were on their feet again, the tailor finally gave Kit the clothes that were made for him.

"I know you're going to love them," the fox said with confidence before he wished Kit well.

When Kit came out of the shop it was with a new pair of clothes. He was so excited to try them on that he immediately went back to the inn. By then Boreas was awake too. After taking a drink from his flask, the panda got up to get himself from breakfast, giving Kit the perfect opportunity to take off his loincloth, being the only thing he had been wearing up until this point. He tried on the shorts first and they fit him perfectly. The material was comfortable and also very breathable. As he pulled them up, the bear noticed it was also durable and stretchy.

Having a pair of shorts on again instantly reminded him of when he was a human. It hadn't been that long ago but the feeling was still nostalgic in a way. With those one he moved on to the vest. Even when he was a human, Kit hadn't always worn something on his upper half. Just like the shorts, the vest fit him very well. Of course it did, that fox had taken his exact measurements. Like the one the foxes wore, his vest was in a crop top style, ending right at his midriff and there were two pockets on the front, being on the right side and left side.

He was instantly a fan of what he was wearing. Having a new change of clothes was nice. There was even a slot in the back of the shorts that allowed his stumpy tail to poke through. He ran his hands along the clothing and paused when he felt there was a series of sewn in buttons that blended in with the fabric. They were along the crotch and unbuttoning them gave him a clear view of his sheath. The level of stretchiness would even allow for his balls to be pulled out as well.

"Wow..!" Kit marveled aloud to himself. He buttoned up the front of his shorts and stepped out of the room, again running into Perch but Largo as well.

"Well, look at you!" Perch said with a chipper tone.

"Nice," Largo agreed with a small smile, resting a hand on his hip.

Boreas didn't comment, being more interested in his morning meal.

Wiks turned the corner and stepped into the dining area. Following behind him was another fox. This one had bright orange fur with vanilla white accents. He walked with an even stride, wearing the same shorts and vests that the others did. He was also wearing a pack on his back. There was already an excited look on the vulpine's face but when he caught sight of the bears, his face lit up even more.

"Ah, Bowie. Glad you could finally join us," Perch said, stepping towards the two foxes.

"Sorry it took so long," the orange fox, now revealed to be named Bowie, responded while outstretching his hand to shake Perch's. His tone was chipper and his tail was flicking back and forth at a brisk pace.

He took a breath to steady himself and properly introduced himself. "My name is Bowie. And you can probably guess what I'm here for..." The vulpine looked a bit embarrassed before he perked up again. "But you can help me get it under control, right?"

"If I can help it," Perch said, playfully patting the fox on the back. "Why don't you tell them about yourself?"

"Oh right," Bowie said. He turned his attention to the rest and stood up straight. "It happened just a few days ago. I guess I always had trouble controlling myself. Wiks calls me 'impulsive,' but it was never like...that... It happened just the day after my Coming of Age. Uh... I didn't even know what happened. It was just sort of a blur and when I snapped out of it I was being held down..."

The other fox in question was still nearby with an unreadable expression on his face, even as he looked at Bowie. But he smiled again when Kit's eyes met with his. The gray fox turned around and left behind the corner again. The bear wasn't entirely sure what to think. Bowie's retelling was similar to what he had experienced. In a strange way it was oddly comforting to know that the experience wasn't exclusive to just himself.

Bowie was obviously a bit nervous but after introducing themselves and Kit admitted that he had the same problem, Bowie was looking a lot better. "Guess we already have something in common." Kit nodded in agreement and shared a small laugh with the fox. Boreas still kept himself out of the conversation and retired to the room again.

"I suggest that you get yourself ready. We'll be heading off tomorrow," Perch advised. Bowie understood and ran off around the corner and out of sight like his brother had.

"Plucky one, isn't he?" Largo commented.

"He's young but full of heart," Perch said with a smile. "Reminds me a lot of you, Kit."

"Hmm..." the kodiak bear pondered aloud. But his smile returned as well. The day was still young and there was plenty for him to see. He could already tell that he and Bowie would get along.

When he went outside again, Kit continued his wandering through the village, admiring its many sights, sounds, and smells. Using his nose in particular, with his sense of smell being adequately dulled, Kit picked up the familiar smells of Wroh and Marx. They came in his line of sight as they stepped past a hut, walking side by side. Both were carrying a pair of bows and there were quivers on their backs. This caught the bear's interest and he eagerly approached them, asking what they were doing.

"We're about to go on a hunt," Marx said.

"You wanna join us, Kit?" Wroh asked.

The pair of muscular foxes then explained they were looking to hunt some game that was overpopulating the area. Bringing them back would get them paid. Hearing that made Kit perk up. Seeing that he just spent all that he brought, the bear had plenty of reason to participate.

So he followed them and along the way through the village they made a stop at a storage hut. There was another fox there that provided them with some things they would need. From what Kit could discern, the two were regular hunters and the other fox stationed at the hut knew just what they wanted right away. They put on the cloak and equipped a few more things. Kit noticed that the cloaks were patterned. Not just a solid color but an array of them that were arranged to look like the greenery found in nature.

"It's for camouflage," Marx explained when he saw the bear's curious look.

"Stealth is a key factor," Wroh added. Kit nodded and followed with intrigue. He didn't have any weapons on hand but was provided a blade by the fox that had been handing out things to the others. It would need to be returned as the item was meant to be shared by the entire village. Loaned and then returned when the task was complete. While it was rather big from their perspective, it fit Kit's hand well.

When they were out of the village and down the path leading to the hunting grounds, Kit was able to observe the difference between where he lived and this part of the forest. The thing he noticed immediately was how much denser the greenery was. Everything was much closer together. While the pair of vulpines navigated the overgrowth, Kit had a bit of trouble and did his best to not make a lot of noise. He was used to the more open paths that went beyond his settlement and the denser parts were those quite off the beaten path.

The foxes kept themselves low to the ground. Their cloaks covered their backs and heads. Kit was able to see firsthand how they were meant to be used. From a distance they would have just looked like any other part of the forest, especially if they were standing still from a distance. As best as he could, the bear copied their actions and kept himself low to the ground. It was easier for him that way but he still had to be aware of how he moved about. Much to his relief, Marx and Wroh led him to a space that was more open. High grass and clustered bushes gave way to tall trees that were still somewhat close together but Kit was afforded enough room to move freely and effectively.

They gathered to discuss and to inform Kit on their goal.

"It's stag hunting season. They're usually around here. Just getting one should earn us a sweet payout," Marx said with a grin on his muzzle.

"Yeah, but it's not easy. Not only are they big but it's also mating season for them so they'll already be all riled up," Wroh explained further. "It's best to get a clear shot from a distance."

Kit nodded in understanding but wished he was able to use his bow. Watching the foxes getting theirs and the arrows ready filled him with a sense of loss for a bit. That bow was very special to him but he couldn't use it now. The bows they were using looked too small for him as well. And more...fragile too. Looking closely, Kit noticed that they were made of wood but clearly lighter and thinner wood. On top of that they were highly detailed carvings running along them. They seemed to be depictions of leaves and coiling vines, another showing of how much they valued greenery.

With some discussion they got a plan in order. Wroh would be luring the stag out while Marx and Kit stayed behind. Marx would then wound the stag with an arrow. It would then go to Kit to finish it off with the blade. They all agreed and got into position, Wroh venturing out and disappearing behind some more bushes.

"Shouldn't be too long..." Marx said as he readied himself, notching an arrow.

Kit nodded but was a bit curious. "Do you always hunt stags?"

"Not if we can help it," Marx said with some amusement. "This forest is full of game, much easier ones too. If we need food then we can hunt some rabbits or turkey. When populations start to get out of control the guild posts rewards for bringing in certain hunts. And one of the highest is a stag. Wroh and I have been trying to bag one for a week now but they're just so damn temperamental this time of year. But with a big guy like you here, I think we may finally have a chance."

"Happy to help," Kit said.

"Wait! Do you hear that?" the gray fox hissed. Kit quieted and focused on hearing for whatever Marx had. What he heard was a thumping sound that was quickly getting louder. The rustles and cracks of branches and grasses being trampled. They both readed themselves, realizing that Wroh had found one and was luring it towards them.

When the bushes parted Kit and Marx both gasped when they saw Wroh being chased down by the grunting and huffing male deer. Panting hard, the red furred vulpine was doing his best to keep ahead of the charging cervine. He was a short distance in front of it and sheer adrenaline was keeping him going. What stopped him was something snagging one of his feet that made him lose balance. Going so fast he practically flew forwards before landing hard and tumbling even further.

Panting hard, Wroh was quick to lift himself up but winced from the pain in his right foot. Cursing to himself, the fox was quick to get his bow and reached out the arrows that had fallen out of his quiver. His hands were shaky as he tried to draw the bow. The pounding of hooves against the ground was like an earthquake. Wroh had used a bow countless times in his life and yet he found himself struggling to even draw it. The deer was nearly upon him. Finally he managed to pull back and let go but it sailed right over the charging buck.

Wroh's breath caught in his throat as it was now upon him, still snorting furiously and showing no signs of stopping. Nearly upon him now, Wroh knew he couldn't get out of the way fast enough and he began to panic. When it got even closer he closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.

Sailing through the air was an arrow that Wroh hadn't fired. It hit the stag, embedding itself deep in its shoulder. The buck reacted and began to stop around in an attempt to get the arrow out but it was sunk far into his hide, being crafted to do so.

"Wroh!" Marx exclaimed as he and Kit came rushing in.

Looking back, Wroh felt nothing short of relief. But with his eyes away from the stag he was completely unprepared for the heavy hoof that came swinging in, striking his chest hard enough to knock the wind out of the red fox. There was also a cracking sound that rattled him, leaving him gasping for breath on the ground while the stag was still stomping around nearby.

That's when Marx got to Wroh. Understanding that his best friend was hurt, the gray vulpine was quick but still careful when it came to getting Wroh to safety, pulling him away from the still rampaging stag. The wound in its shoulder was making it bleed heavily. As the foxes got themselves out of the way, Kit was upon the horned creature.

He had seen it all like Marx had. Fueling him was a need to make sure they were both safe. Though Kit hadn't known the two long he already considered them friends and determined to make sure no further harm came to either of them. Even though he had a knife equipped, Kit's instincts led his actions. He made use of his claws, driving them into and ripping through the stag's neck when got a grip on it. It struggled against him but that just made it worse for him. It brayed and fell over as Kit wrenched his bloody hands free.

As it writhed and groaned, Kit was still standing over it, breathing heavily. His head was buzzing from all of the sensations that were flooding it. The sounds roaring in his ears, the smell of fresh blood in his nose, and the feeling of rage that built up as he continued looking at the stag. He snarled and bared in his teeth in an almost animalistic way and was ready to lunge at the already mortally wounded stag with them.

But he was stopped by another sound. That sound being Marx calling his name. He looked towards the fox and saw his concerned look. It was just enough for him to snap out of it a bit. Though the stag had been rampaging and injured Wroh, it didn't deserve to be mutilated any further. Sighed deeply, Kit got the knife and finished the job, putting the cervine out of its misery. Looking at his blood paws was now making his stomach turn a bit. He hadn't meant to do that but when he saw Wroh get hurt he just sprung and...

Everything around him was becoming overwhelming again. Luckily he had the flask tucked into one of his vest pockets. He took it out and took a big gulp of the substance, feeling much better when it reached his stomach. Right after he rushed back to Marx and Wroh.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Are you?" Marx asked, unable to hide his own worry.

"I... I will be," Kit said. He focused on Wroh and offered to carry him back to the village. Wroh seemed a bit worried and that made Kit's heart sink. Were they scared of him now? But Marx nodded and helped the other fox into Kit's arms.

While Wroh was being looked over by Marx and a healer, Kit offered to go back and get the stag. The walk there and back would give him time to think. Seeing the stag's state made him angry but with himself. Even if he had to wound it, he should have done so with the knife. It would have been quicker and easier. But using his claws; that was more...personal and bloody too. His hands were still stained red but he didn't want to look at them. When he heaved the stag up and carried it back he reminded himself that the most important thing was that he protected his friends but was it even worth it if they were scared of him now?

Marx joined him in bringing in the stag and even in its current state the guild accepted it and gave them their due payment, being divided in three sacks. It was useful to have but Kit was still more concerned about the foxes.

"Is Wroh going to be okay?" he asked as they walked back.

"Oh yeah. A broken rib but he's a fighter. Could have been worse if it wasn't for you," Marx said. "Maybe stag hunting just isn't for us."

"Yeah, I would stick to smaller things," Kit agreed with a small chuckle. The tension between them eased as they shared a laugh.

"Sorry for acting like that back there. Guess I was all shaken up by seeing Wroh hurt and then the way you took down that stag... You didn't mean to do that, did you?"

"No, I didn't..." Kit admitted with shame in his voice.

"It's alright. You stopped when I called you and helped Wroh get back here. I know he doesn't think you're some kind of monster. He even asked me to thank you," Marx said.

"Really?" Kit asked.

"You really saved our pelts back there. Tell you what. When you get a handle on...whatever that was back there, we can go on another hunt together. Maybe we'll even make you a cloak. Looks like the tailor's already got your measurements," Marx said teasingly.

"Yeah... I think I'd look good on one too," Kit said, striking a pose that made Marx laugh.

When Kit returned to the inn he was in much better spirits but needed a bath. He wanted to wash the sweat from his body and the blood from his paws. There was a bathing room included in the inn but it was public and Kit didn't want any more eyes on him while he was in this state. So he grabbed a towel to dry himself off with and sought an alternate means of getting himself clean. Luckily for him it was dark outside and he remembered seeing a large pond that was just beyond the village. Under the cover of night, Kit stalked as best he could, making his way just outside of the village. Retreading the steps he took with Marx and Wroh, the kodiak bear found the secluded pond without much trouble and gazed upon it. It was surrounded by trees but they were spaced out enough to allow the moonlight in. The gently gurgling water shimmered under the light and hovering fireflies provided an added twinkling ambiance. He had taken some more of the liquid from his flask before going out and was able to enjoy the distant gentle chirps and buzzes of the wild life.

After getting his clothes off, Kit was quick to get into the water. Much to his delight, it was just warm enough to bring him comfort. Instantly feeling some of his nerves melting away, the kodiak bear sighed contentedly. He sunk down, letting the water engulf him up to his chest. Leaning back he just enjoyed the comfort before he began to clean himself, working first to clean the blood from his paws. Scrubbing them against each other thoroughly, Kit didn't stop until they were completely clean. Just having the blood free from them calmed him greatly. Feeling much better, he began to clean the rest of himself, washing the sweat from his pelt. It felt good to get himself clean but Kit found himself missing the company of Moss and Dusty. They would always bathe together...

Kit was soon lost in his thoughts, wondering what Dusty and Kit were up to now. Were they worried about him? He was sure they would be just fine without him for a small while but that wouldn't stop him from missing them. At a time like this their comfort would have been very much appreciated. Even after getting himself cleaned up, Kit stayed in the pond a little longer to gather himself. As the night dragged on it was getting cooler. Feeling that it was about time to get back to the inn, KIt got his towel and dried himself off as best as he could. Though the earlier events of the day were still playing in his mind, Kit was feeling much better about it. He was doing his best to focus on the words of Marx, telling him that things would have been much worse for Wroh if he hadn't been there...

Upon returning to the inn, Kit placed his clothes in a basin to be washed by the staff. When he went to his room he found that Boreas was already asleep. He was actually thankful for that, being in no mood to conversate with the panda. Instead the kodiak bear settled down in his bed and fell asleep sooner than he expected to. His dreams were of various moments spent with Dusty and Moss.

Kit wasn't the only one that chose to take a bath that same night. Perch and Largo stayed up a bit late, making sure that everything was arranged for their departure from the fox's village. When they were done, the pair also decided it was best to end the day off with a nice hot bath. They left their shared room behind and took the path down the hall that would lead them to the baths, specifically the ones that were marked for males' use.

Perch was very much a fan of the fox's bath houses and their methods of making them as comfortable as possible. Hot water was provided via a heating system that used slow burning coal, making the entire room pleasantly toasty. Even the bath itself was looking steamy and ready for them.

"I can never get enough of stepping in here," Perch said as he took a moment to stretch and collect himself. "The temperature is always so perfect. Wouldn't you agree, Largo?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I think so too," the polar bear said, responding curtly.

"So since you've followed me here I'd say it's safe to assume that you're here to bathe as well."

"Maybe," the polar bear said.

Perch could read his friend well and smirked. "It has been some time...longer than I intended. Sorry for that."

"Mmhmm..." Largo said, a mischievous smile spreading across his own muzzle.

Perch had already expected that answer and knew the other bruin was more nervous as he led on.

"Come on then," Perch said, leading his fellow bear to the changing area. Once they were there, the two moved their hands down to their waist and then lowered their loincloths, letting them fall down to their ankles and the floor. It was quickly revealed that Largo's tip was poking from its sheath. Largo didn't meet the other bear's gaze and that made him chuckle.

"Oh come on. You know I've seen it plenty of times already," Perch said with jest.

Largo nodded and felt more of his cock coming out. Daring to look over he saw that Perch was nearly out of his sheath already, making his eyes go wide from the sight.

"Shall we get started?" Perch asked. He turned around to get to the bath but was stopped by Largo gripping his arm, keeping him close.

"Let's do it now," Largo said with certainty.

Perch chuckled again and nodded in agreement. He felt the other male's hands roaming up to touch more of his body. While feeling him up, Largo was slowly pushing Perch down to his knees. THe brown bear put up no resistance and let his friend take control, knowing he was most comfortable in that role. Getting down on his knees got his face aligned with the polar bear's maleness. Largo was big all over. Very much like his father, the white furred ursine was nothing but pure muscle with very little softness anywhere. And as far as bears were concerned, the settlement leader's son also packed a bearhood that was quite lengthier than average.

"Is this for me?" Perch asked, eyeing the throbbing flesh.

Largo nodded and Perch moved in, licking his lips before he opened his muzzle. The bigger bear hummed as he felt his friend's tongue grazing his tip. Still leaning in, Perch stretched his tongue out further and touched even more of the erection, feeling its pulses and tasting a bit of precum that was oozing from the tip.

The moment he got a taste for it, Perch continued moving his tongue. He licked as much as the polar bear's cock as he could. Moving his mouth along the side of the length, his tongue dragged from just behind the tip all the way down to the polar bear's sheath. He didn't leave his friend's balls unattended either. Carefully but passionately, the brown bear licked and gently sucked on each of the orbs, taking his time to give them both their due attention.

If there was one thing that Perch knew about Largo, it was that the polar bear wasn't very picky. He was rather easy to please and didn't demand much. Making his job even easier was that Largo didn't have sex that often, meaning he was all the more pent up and sensitive. Knowing what the other ursine liked, Perch just got into it and drank in the moans from his friends. Though he didn't say much, the various sounds made by him told Perch everything he needed to know.

His licking persisted and didn't stop until every inch was slathered in his own saliva, but that was just the beginning. Coming next was the opening of his mouth, even wider this time as he aimed to take in his friend's erection. Starting out simple, Perch slipped the thick start of Largo's cock past his lips. From there he traced his tongue in wide circles, feeling and hearing Largo's approval as he really got into it. Between just suckling and running his tongue all over the tip, Perch was gaining a sense of satisfaction and his actions were rewarded in return with more precum for him to savor.

He began to get a bit lost in his simple actions so it came as a surprise when Largo's hands were on the back of his head. With a deep grunt, the polar bear pushed Perch down on his cock, getting him to take the length past just his lips. The push wasn't forceful and Perch managed to collect himself, acting on his own volition to take in as much as he could. Just as much as Largo wanted more from him, Perch wanted to challenge himself and so just how much of his friend's endowment he could take from the start this time.

He reached just past the halfway point before Largo pulled him back. The polar bear shuddered from the soft lips that dragged back towards his tip. A bit after that he pushed forward with his own hips, burying his length down just a bit past the halfway point. This was done back and forth, again and again. Largo would move the brown bear's head back and then softly thrust his cock in. Gradually, more and more of his length was being engulfed by the other bear's maw. Eventually Perch's nose finally touched the polar bear's crotch. By then he was also feeling it down in his throat as well, throbbing and leaking even more against his oral walls. When he was pushed back again, the fluid was smeared directly over his taste buds and when the cock was in his windpipe again he swallowed the precum directly.

"Yes..." Largo muttered, tilting his head back as waves of pleasure came from the soft mouth that kept sliding along his bearhood.

All alone in the bathing room, the pair of bears were enjoying each other. Perch was gently stroking himself with one hand and used the other to gently caress his friend's balls. Doing that riled his friend up and the steady moans turned into soft growls that gradually grew more intense. His hands eased up but Perch was able to maintain the pace on his own, bobbing it steadily while Largo was still thrusting, albeit with lesser strength that kept him from becoming overwhelmed. Perch met those pushes with sucks and licks that kept the precum flowing. Both started out slowly, still gradually picking up the pace and intensity in a way that kept them both raising their voices in time with the intensifying pleasure.

Largo began to grunt, feeling his climax getting all the closer with every thrust and suck. Hearing Perch's moans and feeling those vibrations against his cock was making it all even better. It had been a while since he had gotten off, between his regular duties and the co-managing of the trip. From the preparations, to the trip itself to the fox village, Largo hadn't the time to even tend to himself. So the orgasm that was building promised to be a strong one.

"Ready?" Largo asked his friend. The hard pulsing of his cock made his meaning clear and Perch nodded eagerly, looking up at the polar bear with full eyes.

Largo took full control, using a hand to keep Perch's head steady as he thrust his cock against the grinding tongue and squeezing oral walls. While he felt himself getting there, Perch was eagerly awaiting the load that was due to come any second now. The wait wasn't much longer as the next thrust came with Largo snarling and huffing deeply, doing his best to not roar out from the near blinding pleasure that overtook him.

The thrusting stopped and the length sat on Perch's tongue when the first potent spurt was shot right to the back of the brown bear's mouth. Perch managed not to gag and instead swallowed the heavy amount of polar bear spunk. When the second gush came he was able to handle it better and was quicker to drink it down, this time enjoying the flavor and wash of warmth that slid down to his stomach. Perch was right there to drink down the rest of his friend's loads, moaning against the shooting cock all the while.

Largo sighed when his climax came to an end. He was looking pretty relaxed too. Perch swallowed the last down as the tip was pulled from his wrapped lips. From his perspective it was immediately clear that Largo was still up for more. His cock was dripping a bit but still fully hard and pulsing, like always. Though his hand had been sailing along his length, Perch wasn't close to his own climax. If his friend was, he was up for more fun.

Largo led him to one of the benches and Perch was more than happy to kneel against it without being told it, knowing just what the other bruin wanted from him. There was little time wasted between them. Though Largo didn't talk much, Perch found that he was quite expressive in other ways. The polar bear was already behind him, getting down on his knees as well, outstretching his hands to grip and squeeze the brown bear's butt. The touch made Perch shudder pleasantly and groan as they were then pulled apart, exposing his tailhole.

With his cock still slick with saliva and his own cum, Largo touched his length to the smooth hole and began to gently grind in between the soft cheeks. Both bears were hotly panting, feeling their urges rising. Pulling back, his tip pressed to the hole directly.

"Don't hold back," Perch said. He wasn't as big as Perch but he was still a tough, durable bear that had plenty of experience. Largo began pushing forward and he felt his hole stretching around the tip, allowing it inside of him. There was some resistance but the natural lubrication allowed them both to make it happen without any issues. His hole gave way and allowed Largo's cock inside. After the tip was in, the polar bear was still pushing, easing in the following inches. Largo felt the hugging of Perch's hole and Perch felt himself being filled. Now they were just feeling pure pleasure. As the length rolled over his prostate, Perch huffed and his cock spurt a line of precum onto the smooth flooring.

Both moaned together as more of Largo's length slid in deeper. When the entire thing was inside, the pair of bears paused and enjoyed the sensations that were given to them. Perch's insides were clenching down on Largo's pulsing erection, making them both all the more excited.

It was a short wait before Largo pulled his cock back in a rather smooth fashion, stopping just before the tip could come out as well. Then he pushed it back in, pressing against the prostate again. The power put into the thrust made sure that it reached in deep. Perch gasped from this but the gasp wasn't from pain but instead a rush of pleasure that made him shake.

This action was repeated with the same amount of finesse and force. Largo wielded his own body with such fluidity. It pulled back and was thrust back in again. That's the pace he maintained, not speeding it up but neither slowing down either. It was kept consistent and Perch was very much enjoying the repeated pulling and pushing. Various spots inside of him were repeatedly touched and more precum was leaking out to further lubricate and warm his anus.

Perch grunted as he felt the bigger bear's weight settle on top of him. Largo's strong hands wrapped around him as he continued thrusting without missing a beat, channeling the power in his legs, hips, and core. Those hands roamed along the brown bear's body, feeling the mix of muscle and softness. He seemed to enjoy rubbing Perch's belly as he spent a significant amount of time there. One hand stayed there while the other trailed further down, finding Perch's cock. It wasn't enough for him to penetrate the other bear, he took full control by wrapping his hand around Perch's cock as well, pumping it in time with his thrusting.

"Oh my..." Perch was quickly reduced to a shivering and moaning mess. He had to focus to keep himself and Largo up. The stimulation from his hole and cock kept him panting and leaking. While the brown bear was voicing his elation, Largo was making quieter sounds, such as grunts and huffs but Perch knew that was Largo's way of expressing how he felt.

When things picked up, Largo nearly doubled the speed and power. In addition to the wet 'slick' sounds of his cock going in and out, the muffled 'thump' of their large furry bodies connecting filled the steamy room. Largo was making more noise now, properly moaning with his peer. His hand stroked faster as well and Perch's cock throbbed harder than ever. Flying from his tip and splattering against the wall under the bench were ropes of his sticky cum. Finally achieving his own release, the brown furred bear shot multiple blasts of his climax.

With Perch's climax came the tighter clenches of his tailhole, something that Largo was all too eager to hump against. He eased his body up and moved his hands down to Perch's hips. With every thrust he was also pulling Perch's body back towards him, ensuring that his cock was reaching in even deeper every time. He was going in even faster and harder, the sound of their bodies connecting being more frequently heard.

Perch was loving it. His cock was throbbing hard between his legs as a few more dribbles of cum leaked out. He was loving everything about this. The size of Largo inside of him, the increasing heat of his leaking precum, and the sounds made by the polar bear when his cock sunk deep into him. Their balls were smacking together as well, providing every sensation that made Perch's claws dig and tear into the bench's wood.

"N-nearly there..." Largo announced.

"Yes! Give it to me!" Perch all but pleaded.

They were both completely lost in the throes of passion when there came a knock on the door.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there?" On the other end of the door was a fox; a staff member heard the noise and first assumed that someone was hurt.

Perch perked up and was quick to respond. "Y-yes, everything is just fine."

"Well, I just wanted to make sure. That was an awful lot of noise," the fox said.

"Ah, yes. My friend was just giving me a...a massage!" Perch said. He could barely get the words out. Largo was still thrusting into him, holding his body tighter as he dropped his body weight over the brown bear's again. Now he was humping and chuffing like one of their feral brethren.

"We provide massages to those who are in need of stress relief. Perhaps I could provide you with-"

"No need for that. We already have everything we need. My compliments to the establishment for the...p-products!" Perch called back.

"Oh, I'll make sure that Wiks knows. Then I hope you and your friend enjoy the massage," the oblivious vulpine responded before finally walking off.

As soon as the fox was out of earshot, Largo roared out from the strength of his orgasm. He grunted, thrusting against the tightness a few more times as his balls drew up and unleashed their contents for the second time, pumping Perch's tailhole full of his hot and sticky essence. It took Perch by surprise and he ended up cumming again in time with the polar bear. The two rode out their bliss together. Finishing first, Largo all but collapsed on top of Largo, still panting heavily as he attempted to catch his breath. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Perch felt he couldn't hold them both up any longer. That's when the white furred bruin eased up.

With their carnal needs met, the pair finally moved beyond the changing area and got in the bath proper. The heated water was perfect. It was warm enough to be pleasant as it soaked into their fur while not being hot enough to burn them. Sitting side by side and being the only ones in the bath, the two just enjoyed the quiet serenity. Their aches and soreness was being eased away along with any dirt and sweat on their bodies. The steamy water gave them the added effect of a sauna that further relaxed them.

"Well, we'll be moving on next morning," Perch said with some excitement in his voice.

"Yup," Largo responded. He was reclined in the pool, letting it reach all the way up to his neck.

"And the next location isn't anything like this village. It'll be a sight for our students," Perch said as he watched Largo blush.

"Still not used to being an instructor? It's just a title. And one you should wear with pride."

"R-right," Largo said with a small nod. "T-thanks, Perch."

"Anytime."

The next morning, the group staying at the inn were woken up early. They would be moving on to their next location. When Kit woke up he was feeling much better but the previous day's events still lingered in his mind. His clothes had been washed and were left for him. While Boreas was getting ready as well he put them on and made sure that all of his things were packed. He didn't want to forget anything, his flask being one of the most important things.

"Right. Let's get something to eat and then get a move on," Perch said with enthusiasm. Bowie and Kit did their best to match it while Boreas didn't even attempt.

The breakfast provided to them was one mostly consisting of various fruits. Many of them were entirely new to Kit, none that came from the trees back home. Some were very bitter on their own but tasted much better when paired with others. Provided as well was juice made from these juices and the staff had plenty for the group. Even Boreas was in a better mood, indulging himself in the new foods. Perch told them that they would need their strength so it was best to get their fill.

When their meal was done they all thanked Wiks and the other staff members for the assistance and hospitality.

"It was a joy to have you staying with us," Wiks said politely. "We hope you will come around again soon."

As they passed through the village other foxes were wishing them well. Bowie was saying goodbye to his fellow vulpines as he wished good luck. Some were looking rather jealous that he got to leave with the bigger mammals. Bowie had a few things of his own in a pack that was on his back, a few of them being there to remind him of home just in case he got homesick. He was actually a bit nervous but also excited to see what lay beyond the village he spent his entire life so far in.

They were just about to reach the end of the village, taking them into the forest beyond when they were stopped by two voices. Marx and Wroh were rushing in to see Kit again.

"Looks like we're just in time," Marx said. He was supporting Wroh, who was patched up with bandages, most being wrapped around his chest.

"Should you be out like this?" Kit asked with concern as he walked up to him.

"No, but we needed to give you this," Wroh said. Marx revealed something that was hidden behind the other fox's back.

What they had for Kit was a satchel that was made of high quality leather and the strap was made of fine durable material as well that had been lengthened to fit Kit comfortably. Kit couldn't believe it at first and felt that he couldn't accept something like that but the pair of foxes insisted.

"Take it. It's a little something to remember us by," Marx said.

"But make sure you see us when you come back," Wroh added.

"Of course I will," Kit said. He got in closer and gave the two a hug, being careful to not hurt Wroh. When he pulled away, the satchel was in hand and he took a moment to put it on. It was indeed comfortable and it gave him access to additional storage while traveling. The durable materials would ensure that it would withstand the elements and last a long time. "And thanks."

The four bears and fox were finally venturing beyond the fox's village with the intent of moving on to the next tribe's territory. They left the waving foxes behind and Perch led the way through the wilderness. The lack of a proper path made it hard for the newcomers to navigate but the brown bear knew just where to go. The path took them back to where Kit, Marx, and Wroh had attempted to hunt down the stag. Seeing it again did make him wince but he was able to move on, knowing that his friends were just fine back home and he would be just fine too.