Brune
"Brune" By Kyvr
I felt the piercing eyes of fate on me when I realized that there were no more parachutes left. Everyone else had jumped out into the sea of brown forest, whirling past the opened hatch. All whom was left was me and the pilot who had just died from a heart attack and plunged us all into danger, only a weak bungee cord wrapped around the steering wheel to keep the falling plane in a steady, but still deadly, decent. Even though I had emergency disaster training, I still didn't know how to fly a plane, and I silently cursed my mortal condition from lacking any precognition. Without thought I had hurried everyone in the small observation plane to get out, and left myself to be a victim of someone's oversight.
All that was left was an inflatable yellow rubber raft, and it would have to do. Putting the inflation cord in my mouth I clamored through the torrent of wind to the open hatch. The sharp tree line zipping by entranced me, making me come to grips with what I had to do. Looking down I saw the large river underneith. At this speed it wouldn't matter if I landed on ground or water, but the height was just right for possible survival.
Shutting off all reason, I leapt out of the plane.
The blue morning met my hazed mind as my weak eyes opened. I was staring up into a sky filled with blue and clouds, with promise of an arriving sun. I could hear splashing water, uneven breathing, and the stretch of rubber. All that was moving was my eyes, my body was just meat. The slow feelings of throbbing pain and cushioning rubber were vague to my mind as the moving sky stopped its motion.
A long tree line appeared at the top of my vision as I heard the scraping of rubber on wet earth. For an eternity I stared at the sky, the free clouds and welcoming blue. Then the sun beamed out of nowhere, making me shut my eyes to its warming light. Suddenly I was aware of a shadow blocking the beaming sun, and I opened them to see a looming figure staring down at me with the largest eyes I ever had seen. Not large in size, but in depth, as I lost myself staring into those gentle brown orbs.
The first sense to wake was my ears, focusing on the crackle of fire and the faint rush of water. Then my nose awoke to an earthy, comfortable smell that caused my whole body to come alive and feel the heavy warmth surrounding it. My eyes opened to a large room, roughly circular, made up of large walls of stone. I suddenly realized I was in a cave, but one decorated as some sort of cabin, with a large fireplace with what looked like a immense bean bag chair nearby, odd artwork done with twigs, leaves, and horns lining the walls, and a large, hot tub-like pool in the corner being fed by a miniature water fall leaking out of the wall. A large tunnel lead off to some unknown extension of this lair, and a round window was fashioned over the bed letting the sun shine in and leafy vines to grow inside and line the walls.
Alarmed I leaped out of the bed that was definitely made for someone much larger than I was, being fashioned with whole, thick logs as legs. I was suddenly aware that I was totally nude and vulnerable. As I reached to grab a sheet to cover myself, I noticed a thin, long scar down my right arm. Following it led to a whole series of healed scars all over my body, all that only felt tender to the touch. It was then I remembered the plane and the river. Now this place beyond explanation.
Was I dead?
Wrapping the sheet around me in a toga style I cautiously made my way down the tunnel, which turned out to be rather short. In the middle of it I became aware of someone humming in the next room, a deep rumbling sound playing with some unknown tune. Peering around the tunnel I saw a larger room that was definitely designed as some sort of kitchen, with hanging roots and vegetables, large tables crafted from massive tree trunks, and a small, elevated pool of water to serve as a sink. The whole front side of the room was wooden planks, much like a log cabin, with a large door slightly agar. The humming was approaching from the other side of the door, and I froze as a large, furry bear man came lumbering in.
He was over eight feet tall, and had to be as half as wide, lumbering with a hunched head, and a protruding belly that hid the obvious thick muscle underneith, and totally failed to hide the obvious male plumbing he possessed, the thick shaft and prominent sack bounced freely with his movements. He walked perfectly on two large feet, and carried a rough basket of vegetables to the sink with massive, muscled arms. He was covered in faded brown fur, with flecks of aging gray speckling here and there. His head was totally bear-like, with two round ears at the top, brooding, squinting eyes, and a thick, short muzzle. The thing that stood out from his bear-like form was the beard, a mane-like growth covering his neck and upper body, with streams of gray going down it. He lumbered over to the sink and dropped the vegetables in, showing me his thick backside and expansive rear, with a stubby tail emphasizing the faint, furry crack of the buttocks.
In different circumstances I would have laughed at the sight of him, but he was all but comical. Even in the action of washing some dirty vegetables his body moved with an ancient might that shouldn't be messed with. I gripped the wall tightly, as if the subtle, yet powerful, aura of this creature would destroy me.
With a single, long whiff of the air he caught my scent, and his head whipped towards me. Startled, I gasped and tripped on my makeshift toga, lading on the packed, dirt floor. Before I could get up he was overtop of me, filling up the tunnel. I was vaguely aware that I was totally naked as he bent over and leaned to come face to face with me, regarding me with tired eyes.
"Get a good look, child," he said in a deep growl.
For an eternal moment I did just that. With his hot, steady breath flowing into my face, I examined his features, ears to fur, until I finally knew it was real. As if to confirm it all, I lifted a weak hand and touched his muzzle, my fingertips meeting the soft, thin fur.
With a satisfied grunt he helped me up, only needing one massive arm, and led me back to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed, and he sat down next to me like a lumbering giant. He started to run his paw-like hands over my body, grazing it with his blunt claws. I realized he was checking my scars. With a grunt of approval, he met my stare. With a long, tired sigh he chuckled and shook he massive head.
"You're not dead," he confirmed. "I am very real. I am something that you mortals have denied, one of many things your people are ignorant of, but once held knowledge of. My name is Brune, (yes I know that means "bear", I am also known as 'Grandfather' if you want to call me that), and I am what some enlightened souls might call a Great Spirit. Not a god mind you (I would never assume such an arrogant role), but something that obviously transcends some of your mortal, materialist perceptions."
For a large bear man who lived in a cave-cabin, he spoke fluently and surely. I pondered over his words, and even though I couldn't completely digest them, I felt some kind of inner confirmation, something inside of me, that was as ancient as he was, that knew what he said was true. I nodded weakly, and he chuckled.
"I rescued you in the river. You were in very bad shape, and...well, enough of that," he said as he got up. "I assume you would like something to eat?"
I nodded, but stayed silent, still a little confused with the whole situation. He reached underneith the bed and took out a bundle of clothes, made up of patched parts of my original clothing and odd bits of soft fabrics. He left me to get dressed, and I spread out the clothes on the bed. There was little left of my clothes, violent rips and scraps sewed together with a skilled hand. Brune's?
Again I looked at my scars, and came to realize the subtle white trails between them. They were the remnants of scars that have healed over, so the noticeable scars I had, which were really faded themselves, were from more serious injuries. How bad of shape was I in when he found me?
When I walked into the kitchen I found that he had set up a table with a pot of stew, and couple large loafs of bread, and thick, wooden mugs filled with some kind of dark, brown liquid. He sat at the table cross-legged, pouring the gravy-thick stew into two bowls. A stool was provided for me, and I sat down. The smell of the stew wafted into my nostrils, enticing me, but I needed to do something.
"My name is Jacob," I said, staring at him with grateful eyes. "I don't know how or why, but you saved my life, and all I can do is stare at you in disbelief. I'm sorry, it's so hard...I can't thick straight..." My mind became fogged with questions. Questions of my situation, my reality, flooded my senses, and I felt like an idiot. I tried to rub away the fog with my hands, but it wasn't until a soft, large paw reached over and soothed my forehead, that my mind eased.
"You are very valiant," he said with old, kind eyes. "This could be all an illusion," he admitted with a chuckle, "but still you are polite." He lifted up my mug, "Drink and eat, and be at ease, Child."
The meal was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The stew was of thick, beefy gravy and vegetables, and filled my belly with blanketing warmth. The bread added to this feeling, its soft and fluffy texture easing my mouth. The brownish liquid in the mug turned out to be a very tasty root juice, not unlike root beer, that cooled my tongue with its sweet taste.
Throughout the dinner, we were silent in each other's company. I would glance at him, watching him eat. Except for a few moments when food or drink fell on his thick belly, he ate with a reserved dignity. So here I was, sitting down having dinner with a bear man that could not possibly exist. Or could he?
Letting my questions rest for the moment, I did as he said and became intent in his world.
Days passed. I stayed with him, questioning each day why. Why didn't I ask to go back home? Something inside me wanted to stay with him, and he didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed very glad at times for my company, as he showed me his world. He showed me the green meadows and forests, with silver streams and mighty trees, a world beyond belief and only dreamed of. We talked of knowledge; he showed me his large, ancient books bursting with insight. He taught me the wisdom of gardening and cooking, and never asked if I was content, because he didn't need to. Still, with each day, a slight unease tugged at me. While we talked of existence and the universe, he had not told me how I have come to this world of his, how "my kind" had lost knowledge of him and the others like him.
There were others like him, spirits of animals, plants, elements, even abstract ideas like love, hate, and mystery. He showed me a world beyond and within, and I accepted him as a loved mentor. Then came the fateful day when I would confront him.
We were tending his garden outside of his cave when Vallena, a promiscuous vixen spirit, came by to greet us. From the first time I met her she tried to entice me, going as far as caressing her supple breasts and feeling herself up with glee to get my attention. I surprised myself by resisting her efforts, and while I was somewhat excited with her exhibitions, I found myself strangely uninterested. Brune explained how it was her way, she was a insatiable creature, but she was wise and loving in her own way (After all she was the one who sewn up my clothing, which I found odd, since she wore none and obviously didn't need the skills to make clothing).
On this day I was busy pulling out some tough weeds when she wondered up the path, swaying her smooth furred hips seductively towards me. I didn't even need to see her; I could smell the raging pheromones she sent me. I smiled, somehow knowing the futility of her plight.
"How do you get tired of your suitors Vallena, when you have so many of them?" I asked as she hoped over the fence of garden. She posed herself right in front of me, her legs spread apart so if I were to look right up I would see the feminine glory of her crotch. Keeping my eyes on the remains of the weeds I pulled as I got up, I chuckled.
"Variety is the spice of life, Jacob." She said.
I walked over to Brune, who was tending to the handing vines. Vallena huffed in disbelief, "Come on Jacob, you can't tell me you don't like what you see."
I dropped the weeds in the bucket beside Brune, and noticed how reserved he seemed. He glanced down at me briefly, a fleeting look of defeat, and went back to tending the vines. A few silent moments passed as Vallena strolled over next to me, placing a playful paw in the small of my back.
Brune let out a low sigh, "It's all right Jacob, I won't think any less of you if you go with her." He sounded so defeated, so tired, so old.
I looked from the sleek and sexy Vallena to the faded and graying Brune. I knew that if I joined with Vallena I would become a fox spirit as she is, and serve as her suitor (not a bad deal by no means). The possibility fleeted through my mind, but then Brune's comforting scent, an ancient pine smell that only hinted of slight decay, came into my nose, which was amazing since it beat out Vallena's aggressive pheromones.
Brune had just turned his massive back to me when I said, "I want to stay with you." He stopped in mid-stride and turned slowly. My heart pumped hard in elation when I saw the brief flash of happiness in his face, but he only nodded slightly.
"I'm going inside to relax," he said, turning his back on me again and heading into the cave.
I turned to face Vallena to brave her rejection, only to see a look of shame upon her muzzled face. "I am so sorry," she said, in the most sincere way. I thought it might be a trick, but she hugged me in a way that was not sexual, but asking for forgiveness.
"I am so blind at times," she admitted. "But I'm so glad."
"Why?" I asked.
"You love him," she said, and the statement bore down on me. My first instinct was to refute her, say I was just fond of him, (he saved my life after all). But the truth came to surface, I found someone I adored, someone wise and powerful and kind that brought joy to my heart to be with. I had been in denial, I realized then why I enjoyed being with him, especially at night when we had to share the same bed. Even with his massive back to me when he laid down, I had a desire to lean in to him, to get as close to his warmth as much a possible.
"That's why he saved you," Vallena continued.
"What?"
"Do you really think he saves every human who ends up dying in the forest? You have been with us for some time; you know that we are beings of a nature that embraces both life and death. Brune is a fantastic healer, capable of bringing mortals back from death, but he uses that skill sparingly, and you know why? Because he respects the way things are. When he saved you he put aside his ways. You're special. Funny thing is both you and I didn't realize it until now."
I leaned on the vine wall, being struck by the mighty realization. Vallena cooed smoothly, and lent a soft, supporting paw to my face. "You will find your way," she said, "and it doesn't involve me, but I'm glad nevertheless." With that she gave me a brief lick-kiss to the cheek, and gave a fleeting smile as she left me to ponder my situation.
I felt frustrated, I felt angry, both at Brune and myself, and this whole world that I shared with him. I needed answers.
He was laying on his beanbag chair in the bedroom, after lighting a small fire in the fireplace. When I stormed into the room his tiny eyes snapped open, and regarded me in an almost fearful expectation. I took several moments to look at him: his large belly being emphasized by the beanbag, the faded old look of his fur, and those fearful, tired eyes his regarded me with. It was cool water on a hot fire, but it didn't extinguish me completely.
"Why?" I simply asked. He did not answer, so I went on, "Why did you save me? You didn't need to. I was dead, or close to it, I know that now. So why did you bring me into this world, which I am grateful for, but you haven't given me any reason for my presence here. Was there no reason that you saved me?"
"There was," he answered in a weak voice that tugged at my heart. I walked over and crouched to see eye to eye with him, his muzzle and my face only a few inches away from each other. "I have seen many mortals die, and I have let them die before me, but you," he said stroking a warm paw against my face, "are different. Once in a while I would find someone like you, and heal them, and bring them here. Most of the time they joined with other, more vital, spirits, like Vallena," his voice was so sad that I felt like hugging him, as if I suddenly became the one with the power to support him, a total change from the past few days were I relied on his wisdom. Even now though, I hung on his every deep, ancient word.
"You are different even more so," he continued, tears threatening his eyes, "you chose me." With that I did the best to hug him, my arms stretching around and bringing his head to rest against my shoulder. My face buried into his shoulder fur, and even my inferior nose could smell that old pine, slightly rotting, smell on his fur.
He broke the hug, and prodded his massive forehead against mine before giving me short, lapping lick-kisses on my head and cheeks. A hot flare of desire ignited in my belly, and I gasped, letting his tongue inside, as we did our best to give each other a passionate kiss that stopped time.
After an eternity he severed the kiss with a hot, sucking sound and brought his muzzle to my ear. "My power is yours," he said huskily, "claim it." He took my hand in his massive paw and glided it down his ample belly, and resting it on his plump shaft. It almost burnt my hand, throbbing with passion.
My lust in overdrive, my head found its way, following my hand. Coming face to face with his bearhood, I was suddenly confronted with the latent power in his organs. The thick shaft throbbed in my pathetic hand, a red helmet with a long slit dividing its center, erupted out. With a tender look upward, to look at his wanting face, I lunged to slack my burning thirst.
His cock was so thick that I couldn't get my whole mouth around it, so I did the best I could and sucked on the wide head as much as possible, caressing the slit with my tongue. The old, honey, sweet heat filled my mouth, and it traveled down my throat till it rested and collected in my belly, teasing my crotch. Even as I knew he was being pleasured, by the deep rumbling growls vibrating through our connection, I desired so much to take his whole member in and surround it. My wish was granted.
Without explanation my whole mouth erupted outwards, and without question I gulped down the rest of my lovers burning, moist shaft. I was vaguely aware of my body, growing and erupting, changing into a new, truer shape. All I cared about was the hot, red cock in my mouth, and I greedily sucked and growled for what I ultimately wanted. I found myself able to grasp his massive love handles to support my vacuuming muzzle, and my heart skipped the beat once I heard his approving, lust filled roar. His cock erupted in white, honey glory. With my thick cheeks and wide throat I missed nothing.
As his seed traveled inside me it filled me with an untold power, ancient and true. It erupted inside me like a volcano, forcing me to let go of his blissful, generous cock with a wet slurp as I roared with power.
With cum dripping from my thick muzzle I looked down at what I had become. Covered in thick, vibrant, black fur, I was a twin of my lover. I wondered over to the pool of water and regarded the powerful and youthful bear man staring back, even noting the short beard growing from my chin. With a deep, joyous laugh I patted my massive belly and gasped at my new and improved organs, my thick pinkish cock sticking out in full glory, with my heavy sack emphasizing around it.
I looked over at Brune, so happy and grateful at him. But what my eyes met saddened me: he laid there, his cock deflated and spent, and he seemed so defeated and drained. I met his eyes and confirmed his resignation. "The power is your now," he weakly said, "I will now fade, and you will be in my place."
The words were daggers into my bleeding heart, and I roared in defiance. "No," I growled in a new, baritone voice, "This cannot be, I love you, I am nothing without you."
He shook his head and got up. He hugged me weakly, saying "The power is yours now; I have awakened it in you. Mine will dwindle away in time." He seemed so sure, so set on his destruction.
I knew he was wise, almost all knowing, but I could not accept it, but as I looked at him I knew what he was saying was true, his faded fur and slightly rotting scent all pointed towards his conclusion. "No," I growled again, feebly. I knew there was nothing I could do, that what was done was done. Or was it?
My eyes widened in realization, and I lunged forward and drew Brune in a passionate kiss that only two great bear spirits could have. He resisted a little, taken aback by my suddenness, but even he felt the sudden spark between our wet, eager muzzles. I felt the tingling spark and instantly knew there was hope.
With my newfound strength I lifted his great bulk and pushed him on the bed, he landed belly up and had no time to react as I pounced and landed on top of him, muzzle to muzzle, crotch to crotch. With a brief kiss I set to work, lifting his unresisting thick legs up and placing my thick cock gland so it kissed the wide dark hole beneath his tail.
"You are not as wise as you think you are," I growled, and he looked up at me with alarmed, wide eyes. "Do you love me?" I roared.
I already knew the answer, so when he started saying, "Yes, of course..." I interrupted him by piercing his hot, brown depths with my eager cock. I felt a little sorry as he winced in pain from the sudden penetration, but I was surprised how moist and wet his hole was, making it easy for me to slide in and out. With heavy thrusts my cock set pace, and a throbbing heat started growing in our connection, his stretching walls gripping my cock and teasing it more. Soon his cock flared back to life, being caressed by our colliding, jiggling bellies. He let out a long moan and reached to grip my massive buttocks. I shut my eyes, totally consumed by the sucking lightning that drove my cock on and on, my thrusts being powered with lust and heat.
When the moment came there was an eternity where we felt nothing but bliss, like a deep moan that goes on forever and greets the heavens. Suddenly we were not just two bear men having lustful, sweaty sex, we became two beings wrapped in a light that was created by both of us. The flesh, the fur, the pleasure, suddenly didn't matter as the light enveloped us. As my cock flared and gave out a mighty pulse of cum, our energy exploded and filled us. Our united roar of pleasure filled the valley and shook the cave, and then everything dwindled down.
I opened my tightly closed eyes, still facing my lover. What I saw brightened my heart beyond anything; even though he was still old and ancient, Brune had been rejuvenated. His thick brown pelt seemed alive and vibrant, even his gray streaks shone with a powerful energy instead of bland age. He was ancient in power but not in energy, and I had helped him as he had helped me.
He didn't need to see through my eyes how he changed, and tears started rolling down his cheeks. Our bed became a sea of embraces, kisses, chuckles, and growls, as we celebrated our discovery of each other and the power that could only exist with our joining, not our separation.
It was the late afternoon, time for supper, but both of us were too tired and happy to even eat, as we fell into a warm slumber, embracing each other and losing ourselves in bright dreams.