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"C'mon, just light it, if you don't hurry we're gonna get caught!" The words fired out in a frenzy as a frantic young bulldog rushed his young friend. The two cubs sat behind the bear's house, childhood friends holding a cigarette they had stolen from an older acquaintance, fumbling around with a lighter, borrowed without permission from the bear's father.

The bear did his best to hold the cigarette still, flicking the fire of the lighter on. As it sparked out into an orange glow, the end of the tobacco product began to amber, the bulldog's eyes widening as he watched the smoke billow from the bear's mouth. He took several puffs before coughing out, desperately struggling for air. The canine laughed as he watched his friend's failure, his heart suddenly stopping dead as he heard footsteps approach behind him.

The dog froze as the eyes of a large, well-built bear stared down at him, a growl escaping his muzzle as he spoke, "Home...now!" The cub needed no more convincing, his little canine body running as fast as he could out of the backyard and down the street. The bear cub remained still as a corpse as his father grabbed him by the collar, dragging him inside; the cigarette hitting the ground before sputtering out.

The father took his son straight to the study almost launching him into the chair across his desk. The cub was white as a ghost as he waited for his father's punishment, eyeing the older, stronger bear as he looked through the drawer in his desk. "Cigarettes are shit...and you're too young to smoke!" his father boomed out, pulling out a long beautifully wrapped cigar. "I better never catch you touching that shit again...and when you're old enough you better have fucking taste!"

The cub's eyes contorted in confusion as the father pulled out his cigar cutter, preparing the stogy in his paws before grabbing a spare lighter. He watched as his father puffed the cigar to life, grinning darkly as he passed it to his son. "Try this," he offered, clearly toying with his son, "...but don't inhale the damn thing!"

The cub gulped as he accepted the cigar, pressing it to his lips before sucking in one of the best flavours he had ever tasted. "It's from Cuba," the bear said as he watched his son indulge in the adult pleasure, "...and it better be on the menu, should you want to smoke once you're eighteen." The cub looked back to his father as he smiled, still shy and scared, but with some colour returning.

"Dad..." he asked, his father replying with a grunt, "Am-am I in trouble?" He watched as his father took the cigar, laying back in his chair as he inhaled the wonderful smoke.

"Isaac," he replied, "If you don't want your mother to know, trust me," a glint of evil seemed to shift into his eyes, "I'll never have to do the dishes again..."

...

Smoke hit the air around Isaac's lips as smoked one of his precious cigars, his arm fully extended as he waved goodbye to his wife, daughter and her young sheep friend. His secretary Cassandra had agreed to go along with them to keep his wife company and she gave him a warm wave as well. The group was setting out on 'The Enchantment of the Seas', a luxury cruise ship starting its long, fun filled journey in Vancouver's port.

'Vancouver' Isaac thought to himself several minutes later as he walked down the crowded street, his eyes surveying the area to find the coffee bar he was searching for. It felt like eons since he had been here again. It was years at least, six if he had decided to count. He smiled as he passed the flower shop he used to go to every special occasion that involved his mother or a girlfriend.

He knew that he was close, passing several more places of interest, some new and undiscovered, others left free from time's changes, not a hint of decay in their appearance from his memories. Finally he came across the 'Bear's Paw', coincidentally Isaac's favourite java den ever since he had started college.

The door opened with a gentle ring, as Isaac entered, the bell atop it giving the bar a friendly warning that a newcomer had entered. "Be with you in a moment!" a friendly gazelle rang out to the bear. Isaac nodded with a smile as he walked to the back of the room, his eyes narrowing in on his target. A rather old jaguar with a bowler hat sat in the back reading his paper, a mocha on the table and a free chair extended for the eventual welcoming of Isaac.

The chair screeched lightly as the bear sat down, pulling it closer to the table. The jaguar set the paper down as a smile curled over his frizzled muzzle, "Well...Isaac Berkley, it's been far too long!" Each friend reached out a paw, shaking eagerly as their eyes met. "How are you, you old devil!" the jaguar beamed, ecstatic to see his old friend.

"Very well Jasper, very well" he grinned, pausing as the gazelle came to take his order. As he ordered a black coffee, the jaguar looked him over, a flutter in his heart as memories came pouring in.

When they were alone once again the Jaguar leaned closer, anxious to ask him a survey of questions, "...and how's my school doing?"

"Your school?!" the bear replied with a laugh, "Please, no one retired and jumps provinces and expects to still claim ownership, that learning brothel is my property now!" The jaguar shared a chuckle at Isaac's words before a curious puzzlement seemed to fill him.

"Speaking of..." the feline inquired, "The school still as...'rowdy' as ever?" The two glanced at each other as images seemed to fill each male's head. The bear thought of his wife and daughter, of Abby and Cassandra, Allison, the wolf twins, every element of insanity that filled his school. All the while the jaguar's own head filled with such wonders, a young Abby and Isaac, freshly graduated teachers, early twenties. Every detail of their troubled past, leading them right to his facility of learning.

Isaac anxiously cleared his throat as both of them seemed to shift their legs over to cover up any bulges, "Well...yes, the Ridgewood behaviour has not changed." They each sipped on their warm drinks, blushing as they seemed to have temporarily lost focus.

The jaguar chuckled as he finished his drink, grinning to the bear as she spoke, "Well legacy seems intact then, and I guess you two are blessed to keep up old habits..."

...

"This school was founded here in the Ridgewood subdivision in '1963', and has remained Fleetwood's most successful public school since its inception" the voice belonged to a middle age rather dashing jaguar. In front of him stood a good group of about twenty parents, each anxiously awaiting their chance to judge the school that just might end up being the establishment for their cubs. The jaguar ushered the sizable group inside, the subtle smell of floor cleaner filling the air as they surveyed the bright halls of Ridgewood Elementary.

"Our first stop is Mrs. Wentworth's class," the jaguar spoke as he opened the door, dozens of young cubs offering bright smiles to the parents and principal as they entered, "Afternoon class!"

"Good afternoon Mr. Wilkins!" a bright young chorus rang out, the middle aged vixen at the front giggling as her helping hand let out a smirk.

The jaguar chuckled as he held his paw out towards the vixen, "This is Mrs. Wentworth," she teaches grade four, and this..." he stopped for a moment looking over the teacher's helper, "Forgive me what is your name again young lady."

The second female rolled her eyes before facing him again, it was indeed her first week but the least the principal could do is try and remember her name. "Ms. Windle" she answered giving a short bow.

"Ah yes, sorry Abby," the jaguar said quickly, the poodle smiling at the fact he at least had remembered her first name, "Ms. Windle is here from teacher's college, moved here from the big T.O." The parents all gave her a welcoming nod and she smiled back at the lot of them. The group stayed for a short time as they watched the pair at work, doing a rather fantastic job at keeping their group of youngsters attentive.

One by one they visited several classrooms, looked over the year's curriculum and answered a long list of questions the potential parents provided. When the jaguar's long tour had finally reached it conclusion he gave each parent a warm personal goodbye. He yawned as he left for his office, ready for a far more satisfying engagement.

...

The jaguar sighed as he lay back in his chair, kicking back to relax as he had finally finished the tour duties. He groaned out as a smooth suck sounded out and he looked down, grinning to the hyena cub who sucked on his balls.

He patted the girl on the head as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft, avoiding the rough barbs as she pushed it into her muzzle, "I'm glad you came to me Emma," the jaguar said, moaning as he was pleasured by the girl, "It's not good to keep your desires pent up...I want to make sure this school is always a safe place for cubs like you."

She grunted a low groaning murr in response, muzzle bobbing over the eager prick. Her fingers roamed around the jaguar's waist, tickling the sensitive parts of his inner thighs. He let out a low purr as she gently caressed him, breath stiffening as he felt her suddenly brush a couple digits over his smooth pucker. His pants and underwear lay on the floor so she had been given free access to roam where she wanted. To her pleasant surprise the jaguar's shock was short lived, and he let her push the fingers a few inches into him.

"You like back there huh?" the principal said in a half groan, half tormenting tease, precum practically drizzling onto the canine's tongue as he turned to show it off to her. As her fingers slipped out he could feel her breath draw nearer, expecting her to once again work her paw in. He was shocked however when her tongue touched him instead, lapping gently yet inexperienced against his rear.

"Who taught you this?!" he gasped, cock rock hard as the tongue's movement got better with practice. The answer worried him somewhat, for any strings that might be attached to its answer, but he remained calm nonetheless, the pup's muzzle the most important thing currently on his mind.

The cub hesitated for a moment, not wanting to jeopardize either of her lovers, but she knew Mr. Wilkins was the one in charge and needed to be told the truth. "M-miss Windle sir," she squeaked, "I came to her as well, and she taught me how to do this for boys..."

Jasper stiffened, both spine and cock as he heard those words, the thoughts of the new young teacher joining his underground cult at the school an irresistible possibility. He chose his words careful as he approached the delicate subject, "What does she do with you Emma?"

"Sh-she's kind," she paused for a moment to do another slow stride along the ring of his pucker, "She's gentle, slow, and she kisses me..."

"Where?" the jaguar asked, trying to hide the frenzy of lust in his voice. "Here?" he asked as his paw reached back as far as it could, fingers spreading open the canine's pussy lips.

"Y-yes there!" she whimpered in pleasure as his finger slid into her, gently swirling around until her moist entrance accepted them into its depths.

He groaned as her tongue pushed deeper into his tailhole now, tickling him on the inside as he fingered the cub's tight spread. "Did you kiss her there too?" he asked, cock throbbing now as it physically begged for a release.

"M-Mhmm," she murmured, practically making out with the feline's ass.

"Did you like it?" a third finger slipped in.

"It tasted so...so, oh god!" her moan was loud, causing the jaguar's secretary to move towards the door, curious as to what she had just heard.

The moment had happened so quickly, with each step the wolf took towards the principal's office, another step was taken to subdue the fire inside the feline's body. By the time the wolf could open the office door a crack, a blue condom had enveloped his shaft, just barely seen from the couple of inches not yet submerged in the girl's pussy.

A shudder of notable disgust, and deep rooted lust escaped the wolf's lips as she watched the pair with judging eyes, unable to speak as she watched the student ride her principal. "How did it taste?" he asked in reference to his rear, fingers that once were inside the cub's pussy now being licked clean by her muzzle.

"Mmm, sooo, g-good!" she whimpered, legs thudding against his as she was so deeply hilted now.

"Wonderful," he grinned as his saliva coated fingers now swiped wildly at the girl's small clit, "I'd love for you to taste it more often!"

As always the hyena knew her principal was getting close when his finger began to assist her. She was never strong willed enough to stop it, the sensitive clitoris forcing her to climax almost immediately as a final thrust from the jaguar filled the rubber prison in a thick creamy white pool.

He lay back against the leather of his chair as the girl hopped off him, kneeling beneath him as she begged for her last treat. The jaguar grinned with a wink as he slipped the spent condom off his spine flared shaft, tipping it upside down so its content could pour out into the cub's muzzle in slow strands. "There ya go sweetheart," he said in an absent tone of afterglow, "You're so precious!"

...

"I need to talk to you...now!" the wolf secretary barked as she slammed the door closed behind her, roughly ten minutes after the hyena cub had left the office. Her eyes seemed to burn with rage and shaking of her paw was notably obvious. The jaguar could not tell whether the wolf displayed the tension of anger or fear.

"Exactly how much longer do you expect to be able to run this madhouse?!" the wolf proclaimed, tossing a folder onto the jaguar's desk. "These are cubs for Christ's sake, not to mention we have five counts of incest, both on and off school premises, I mean is Ridgewood just some sort of sex dungeon with chalkboards?"

The jaguar pondered as he looked over the profiles thrown at him, the bright expression of Jessica smiling back up at him from the photo that stood out. "No Jessica, he said softly as he held the photo up, admiring it, "This is a safe haven, no one here has ever been harmed or forced into anything we do-"

"...and that justifies us?" the wolf interrupted.

"No, but it does validate our secret," he replied anxiously, "Should we be deemed saints, no, but monsters? Surely not...these cubs are just like us at our age, but not nearly as damaged." The two could not help but think of their past if even briefly, fleeting remembrance of bad decisions and strange encounters, some that even threatened their own lives. "No wolf, you see, I wish to never see another cub hurt themselves as we did."

"So we just continue what we do, what we let them do?" the wolf was choked up as she spoke, knowing deep down the jaguar was right.

"Every act of passion I've done has been for love."

The wolf considered his words, "...and the cases of incest?"

The jaguar flipped through the photos in front of him, "Siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, does it really matter?" he admired a rather courageous feline on the page in front of him, "Is it fair to ridicule them, when it was neither their choice to fall in love or be related? They have both, don't you think they face enough fear of judgement at home."

The wolf shook her head as she considered everything the jaguar had brought up, "But there are rules-"

"For safety and sanity," it was his turn to interrupt, "...and I believe I have fractured neither."

Her frown did not diminish, but her resolve had if even in a slight manor. "So you expect this Mr. Berkley to follow this whole messed up setup?"

The jaguar shook his head in a firm 'no', "I expect him to protect the safety of my students...and nothing more."

...

As time passed, Isaac Berkley had begun his first year as Ridgewood's principal. It was before even meeting his future wife that he had turned to Jasper's ways. Doubly to his own surprise it was by a boy, not a girl. A rather spunky dalmatian, during his last year at Ridgewood. It was like an end of an era for the two, Isaac's career just beginning, and Sam's time at the elementary school near finale.

Isaac was not oblivious to it, even near the beginning. Every time the two crossed paths, there was that smile, that blush, that tingle. The young canine had grown fond of Isaac like no other, professedly 'straight' as well, but with an undying urge to be held in his principal's arms. Art was his passion and his top graded class. He had been hoping to go to Stonebridge Secondary School after graduation, their art program the best in Fleetwood, and it was with that passion that he finally found an outlet for his feelings.

Isaac could never forget the day he had received the portrait Sam had made for him. The detail was stunning, every slide of the brush expertly crafted like it had been done by the paws of a renowned artist of notoriety. It did not help with the tingles, and definitely did not help with the dreams, that had lately been devouring every inch of the bear's subconscious.

His temptations had slowly eaten away at him, he knew well from the jaguar's own words of the secrets held in Ridgewood's past. He had long since decided not to follow the deviant ways of the school, but had to admit at times, especially with this young dalmatian, he had started to slip. He shook them out of his mind as he felt himself fluster with nerves, turning the painting away, a piece of paper dropping out of the frame.

Isaac's paws trembled as he picked the withered parchment up, spreading it open so he could take in words that would make his jaw drop. In red paint was a small heart, pencil filling the inside of it with three simple words: 'I Need You!'

His heart trembled and his stomach filled with a nauseating knot as his paw reached forward for his phone, he tapped a few buttons, sweat glistening on the fur of his forehead as he waited for his secretary to answer. "Yes Mr. Berkley?" the wolf said on the other line.

"I, umm, I need you t-to call Sam Langford to the office please, I must speak with him about something..."

...

Jessica filed her nails as she waited for the clock to tick by, this was her last year working for Ridgewood Elementary and she was grateful to finally soon be rid of the job. She wondered curiously why the talk with Sam was taking so long, figuring the dalmatian must have gotten into some serious shit.

Over in Isaac's office, the room temperature had turned warm as all hell, the principal's heart beating a mile a minute as he held the student in his lap. His tongue danced around with his as they kissed, the bear's paws yanking the dalmatian's pants down as the boy sucked on the principal's tongue, paws caressing the lump he was almost sitting on.

"D-did you like my painting?" the pup asked as he whimpered out, the bear sucking and nibbling on his sensitive neck.

"It was beautiful kid," his voice was ragged with desperation, "Everything about you always is!" He let the pup go as he reached for his zipper, pulling his pants away as his student did the same. For a moment the two just admired each other, exposed and hard, both masculine and unafraid of their need for each other.

The pup's eyes stared longingly at the hard shaft that stood out between the bear's legs, its head just barely visible as it ached to free itself of the foreskin surrounding it. The bear grinned as he felt a rush from the lust his body gave the boy, and he pulled the foreskin back with his paw, leaning back onto his chair as he growled, "Let's see how artistic your muzzle is!"

The pup wasted no time, knowing how limited a commodity that was. He took only a passing second to inhale the musk in the air from the masculine body, tongue cleaning pre from the cock's slit before he attempted to fit the impressive member into his muzzle.

Isaac groaned out a long guttural spasm of pleasure as he felt the expert touch of the young pair of lips, he would have been satisfied enough if this were all their odd coupling were capable of. The pup's middle and index fingers clenched the base of the shaft as he swallowed it down, ignoring his own gags as he deep throated the man he so desired.

"God kid, you never bothered with girls did ya?!" the bear moaned, his words as complimentary as they were somewhat insulting. The dalmatian didn't mind though, the bear's attitude well known among the school. For some reason it showed power and that was something Sam had craved to kneel before. His muzzle bobbed and his tongue slurped, paws wrapped around the bottom half of the bear's cock so he could give his partner even more stimulation.

As Isaac received one of the best blowjob's of his life he took a peak between the pup's legs, surprised to see how hung the boy actually was, not understanding where all this submissive behaviour came from. He felt regret as he looked at the time, knowing that even though he had every right to keep his student with him for the rest of class, suspicion would begin if he was still there after school ended in the short remaining time left.

As he got closer and closer to orgasm the bear soon pushed the canine's muzzle aware, fearful that he would finish just 'too' quickly. "Do you want me to...help?" Isaac offered awkwardly as he brushed his paw against the pup's cock, stroking it the same way he would if it were his.

The dalmation chuckled as he turned to face the opposite way. "Nah," he stated as he raised his tail, paws spreading his cheeks to show off the bright pink pucker, "I want you to take me sir!"

Isaac gulped as he stared directly at his 'offer', the refusal of anal from his last two partners creating more than a temptation at this very moment. His immediate mental response was 'Fuck Yeah!' but he took a responsible moment to think the situation over logically. "But you're not lubed..." the bear said with hesitation in his voice.

The pup winked as he reached for the backpack he had dropped to the floor, reaching in the side pocket to acquire a small little packet of lube, meant for one time use. Before the principal could even ask the dalmation said with a wink, "Mom's cupboard...I guess she likes this kind of thing too."

Isaac struggled for a moment to try and find some sort of excuse to not be able to go through with this; a losing battle as he kept eyeing the well groomed, well cleaned hole that looked soft, tight, and warm. Eventually the devil on his shoulder had won, and just as he went to get up for a condom, the pup's paw touched his gently, softly keeping him in his chair.

"It's your first time with another guy right?" the pup asked, the bear's nod proving his assumptions correct as he eyed his hesitative nature. "Then I want you to mark me as yours!" the boy's voice was proud and loving as he said these words, his paws clawing at the packet of lube in his palms until it broke open, splattering its cool contents out.

Sam closed his eyes as he focused, paws stroking lube over the bear's shaft until it was cool and slick. His breath slowed as he careful lined his tailhole up with the head of the thick shaft, kneeling down as it forced the pucker to slowly spread. He winced as it began to stretch, the stinging uncomfortable but not unbearable. He wished he had more lubricant with him, but his determination would be enough for him to make do. He relaxed his tense body to the best of his ability, inch by inch the hard cock making its way into his warm body.

Isaac growled a low moan as the slipper solution that covered his shaft was joined by the boy's warmth. The pup's anus tight and soft as it hugged his aching erection. As the boy's face seemed to soften he attempted a few gentle thrusts, the canine arching his back as his paws held Isaac's legs, starting to ride him. "This feels incredible!" the pup groaned as he bounced on his principal's lap, his ass now loosened enough for Isaac to thrust to his heart's content.

All at once Isaac could see with sudden clarity, the mark of femininity in Sam's posture, it was like he had spirituality filled the role of a mate. The warm slick grip around his dick felt amazing and the appearance of this masculine pup turned into his bitch all just made sense. The bear began to understand now, the feminine stance certainly made things less awkward for him, but Isaac could not deny to himself, how the appearance of another male in his lap had started to wildly turn him on.

As the boy continued to take Isaac's impressive shaft with long moans, his own cock rested against the bear's belly, its tip leaking pre over the brown fur. A thought crept into his head, almost incessant in its nagging as he looked down at the bright red dog cock on his chest. "S-sorry!" Sam whimpered as he slid off of the bear's lap, his pucker closing anxiously as his tail wagged in staggers. "I, I just can't, I..." he almost teared up as he blushed, embarrassed at his inability to take the bear's manhood.

The moment a single droplet had escaped his eyelid, Isaac's paw was there to wipe it away, his heart racing as fate had given him the push he needed. "It's ok kiddo," he smiled with a caring warmth, paw scritching the dalmation's chest, "I can't take it up there at all!" The pup giggled a little less shy now that he had been shown that affection. "Listen...I probably won't be good at this, but..." he inhaled anxiously, "I really wanna suck that cock of yours!"

Sam's eyes flickered as he looked into the bear's eyes, realizing how hard a request that was to be asked by such a masculine man such as himself. He grinned shyly and nodded, laying on his side to show off his lengthy hard on.

It was sizable for his age and that made Isaac happy, wanting to at least be able to brag about this new chosen experience. He leaned his muzzle in sniffing at the leaky tip, his body shuddering as the masculine scent drove the bear crazy. With his mind made up he went for it, lips spreading over the canine cock all the way down to the knot.

Sam moaned out loud as the muzzle enveloped his length, his principal surprisingly skilled considering how inexperienced at this he was. Much to Sam's benefit, that didn't seem to slow him down, his tongue rubbing against the salty pre-battered tip as his muzzle slurped up and down over the hard prick.

He naturally coughed and choked a few times, throat not seasoned to this kind of activity, but he was as determined to do it as Sam had been earlier. The back of his throat slowly adjusted to the strange feeling, obediently allowing him to pleasure the young canine.

Sam gripped the bear's shoulders as every pump if his paw and lap of his tongue pushed him to the edge, his spine tensing up as the thick bulbous knot rammed forward. Tears streamed from Isaac's eyes as the dog held his cock down the bear's throat, long ropes of cum shooting down Issac's throat as the knot pressed against his gums.

Sam quickly eased up as he lay back, heart pumping and knot throbbing through exhilarating pants of passion. He looked up at Isaac with a feeble smile, body weak as it shivered in afterglow. "S-sorry I couldn't help you finish" he said in earnest.

Isaac chuckled as he shook his head, his response gentle and kind, "It's ok kid, you're special to me too, and you know what..." a weird sense of pride filled the bear as he came to terms with two near facts about himself, "I'm honored to have been marked by YOU!"

...

Years later, Chelsea giggled as Allison kissed her navel, her tongue tickling around her furry belly in a gentle, playful style. They had retired to their cabin aboard 'The Enchantment of the Seas', after the wait for 'Dark Escape 4D' had taken far too long for their liking. "This IS more exciting!" Chelsea said as she squirmed a bit from the sheep's tongue. Allison's muzzle curved into a smile as she kept lapping at her lover's chest, nipping on the barely budded hints of the bear's breasts. Chelsea noted a tenderness in the young sheep, she hadn't seen often, a more caring approach to her usual naughtiness.

Despite going slow her folds were still aroused, her fingers slipping in and out of them as her scent began to linger up to the bear's senses. "Mmm, smells nice!" Chelsea purred as she massaged the sheep's shoulders, fingers running through her hair as her tongue made its way back down to her waist. It swam between the insiders of her thighs, playful nips sending shivers up the bear's back, just as her muzzle dug into Chelsea's pussy lips. "God Allie!" she moaned as her tongue lathered her folds in saliva, digging deep into her without any intentions of slowing now.

As the sheep continued her assault, Chelsea turned into a doggy style position, the alternative pose always making her more comfortable. Allison twirled her tongue around the bear's labia in long slow swirls before nibbling ever so gently at her clitoris. Chelsea's back arched as she shivered and moaned in ecstasy, Allison murmuring out in enjoyment as her tongue moved up towards the bear's tailhole. She groaned out as her tight button felt the slithering push, the musky warmth covering the sheep's tongue as it dug in. The more Chelsea moaned, the more ravenous Allison got, her heart lit in an ember of fire as she clutched her lover's legs.

...

Next door, similar events were unfolding in Chelsea's mother's cabin, the middle-age milf of a bear in much the same position as her daughter. "F-fuck Cass!" she whimpered as her own tailhole was lathered in deer saliva, "That tongue!"

The doe couldn't help but giggle as she looked over at the blushing bear, fingers slamming into her pussy, "Geese Carol, you sound like your husband!" As soon as she had finished her short commentary her lips were back to work, gliding back and forth between ass and clit in an agonizing edging pace.

The bear almost howled in pleasure as the doe's speed increased, her body giving in to what would seem so taboo just months ago. "Wh-what's wrong with me?!" she whimpered in between near exhausted sighs.

"Hmm," the deer asked as she slowed down, thumb sinking into her saliva lubed backside, "What do you mean dear?"

Carol took a moment to inhale as much air as she could before explaining herself, "Not so long ago I'd have never thought of doing this...n-now, now I'd give anything to watch my husband fuck you!"

The doe couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, nuzzling the bear's belly as she licked the woman's folds again, "I have weekends off to ya know...I'm just a phone call away!"

...

Things in the girls' room had escalated quickly in the meantime, Chelsea having revealed a little toy she had stolen from her parents. Both cubs faced the opposite direction with their rumps raised high, both furiously fingering themselves as they bumped each other's butts together, a double-ended dildo sunk completely in their two tailholes. The two relished the shared orgasms they could achieve this way, despite the fact having Chelsea's father there would have been much more interesting.

Neither could speak in their current state as they rocked back in forth, desperate to stretch their rumps until they were sore. "Getting tired?!" Allison moaned as she bounced her butt against the thick jelly dong.

"Not in your life!" Chelsea retorted slamming against Allison so the pressure of the toy was all on her.

"Oh fu-god, Ch-chel..." she melted, pussy squirting her juices onto the bear's legs.

The bear laughed at first as succeeded at winning their little competition, but soon her expression faltered as she cried out, legs tightening as she came as well. With both cubs exhausted they fell onto the bed, chest first, each panting like they had just run a marathon.

...

"Ahh...y-yeah you got it, right there!" Cassandra cooed out, finger rubbing her clit as Carol slipped her tongue deeper into her hungry folds. The bear slurped at the doe's sweet tangy nectar, getting off to her feminine taste with almost as much satisfaction as receiving such treatment herself. With the exception of her daughter it had been years since she had been with another woman and she had forgotten just how strong her hunger for the same sex could be.

As the doe bucked against her muzzle, in the same doggy style position her cub had been privy unbeknownst to her next door, the deer's pucker lined up with her nose. She blushed as the ripple of flesh got closer, her nose studying it with a curious sniff. Thankfully it was as clean as her husband kept it and with a leap of faith she decided to return an earlier favour.

"Mmm, well, I'm starting to see the Berkley in you after all!" the doe groaned out, shivering as she felt the bear's tongue drag across her pucker. She bounced her rump over Carol's muzzle, her ass eager to accept the slippery muscle it had been given. Carol's eyes widened as it slipped in deeper than she thought it could, the warmth and tightness sexier than she thought it would be.

The look of the slender doe was too much for her, her sexy groans and twitches drenching gasoline onto the fire inside her. "I got something for us," she said as she removed her tongue from the tight deer ass, much to Cassandra's protesting frown, "Trust me it'll get you excited!"

The doe trusted her, fingers playing with her holes as she waited for Carol to reveal her secret 'something'. After a good minute of waiting and rummaging, Carol swore out an impatient "Where the fuck did it go?!" The doe was about to speak up until the bear grabbed the bathrobe from the bathroom, covering just enough herself to be decent as she left the room angrily.

...

Allison and Chelsea were asleep when the ticked off mother entered, nodding off after such a heavy orgasm they had shared. What started as anger became lust when she saw what had happened to her stolen toy. There it sat still wet from girl sex, her young daughter curled against a young lover. Her heart began to thunder as she looked over the adorable yet taboo sight.

She still had trouble allowing herself to look at her daughter like that, this whole incestual exchange new to her. For now though, it was hard to resist, and somewhere deep down she may have begged for the young bear to awake and give in to her mother's desires.

Suddenly the cub began to stir, and for a moment her heart stopped. Chelsea rolled over, sighed with a yawn and nodded off again.

...

Cassandra's eyes were wider than Carol had ever seen them when she gave her a new found look. It was like a blushful gaze of shame and lust, the dirtiest need in her as she licked the head of the dong that was just inside her daughter. Cassandra made for a statement but was silenced before it could seep out, Carol's voice deeper than usual as she commanded, "Ass up!"

The doe turned to clutch her pillow in a hug, rump raised as if parodying the cubs' earlier show. Carol was no longer willing to be gentle, her paws forcefully pushing the other head of the jelly dong against her. She whimpered as the thick head pushed its way in, lubed only by the almost dried, slick remains of Allison's cum. Although subtle she could smell the signs that the little sheep had used it for both holes, causing her nothing but tinges of excitement.

At first the doe had assumed Carol would be using the other end, but much to her surprise she had given up that idea, happy enough to watch the doe squirm as she wedged it as deep as it would go inside her. She only stopped briefly as Cassandra let out a desperate, "Car-ol," the barely fitting jelly shaft held only by the clenching of her pucker, "P-lease, don't go easy..."

The bear's expression made no changes as she granted the doe's request, slamming the dong down into her depths, faster and faster the more she whimpered. She watched the ignored folds underneath her gaping ass as they dripped and squirted, saliva falling from the doe's lips as she bit her lip, the way her ass quivered as it was forced to take such an internal beating. It was then that she truly understood, the addiction her husband had come to embrace.

The doe's expression although desperate, agonized, and ragged, was happy in a morbid sense, pleased with herself for being able to find the feral side of this bear that she had long endured with her husband. It wasn't until the pair began to feel faint that they stopped, the two catching their breath as they discarded the now overused toy.

What had once been tense, cruelly needy eyes were not gentle are caring, the bear caressing her partner as she locked her muzzle against hers, in a long passionate kiss. Both women were unable to hide the tremble in their hearts as they shared such an intimate moment, unable to look in each other's eyes when the kiss finally broke.

As Carol turned the other way, tears escaping her eyes, the doe clutched her, spooning her so all the bear could feel was the beating of the deer's heart. She was ashamed by what she had just done, the merciless shag, the devious thoughts about her daughter, and worst the new thoughts that betrayed her husband. She wanted Cassandra desperately, physically as often as she could now that she had tasted such forbidden fruit.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Cassandra asked Carol softly.

The bear shook her head at first not wanting to voice her thoughts, but the persistent touch of the doe's gentle paws coaxed it out of her, "I need you Cass...I don't know why, after all I've been through with my husband, why after one rough fuck did I need you?"

"You mean-" the doe began.

"No, not love...I mean not yet, god I don't know...just you, I need you to touch me, to take me...I need...more than just a man...and a girl...I need...a woman!"

Cassandra blushed as she heard those words. The pleasure she had amounted from Isaac was high but never to the extent of this night, never to level of this passion. It must be what Isaac when he was with his daughter, that bond that transcended husband and wife. It wasn't love, it was desire, it was need. She thought of the tone in Isaac's voice when she had offered to go with Carol and the girls, the look in his eye when he said, "She's all yours."

She had thought the Berkley's were unable to get much more complicated than they already are, but truth be told, like waves their boat road on, nothing was ever predictable. For now though she was content to let this night travel wherever it was destined to, her paws clutching the bear's muzzle as she dug her tongue in for a slow, gentle kiss. "You need me?" she finally spoke, "Then take me!"

Carol shook as her tears slowly faded, sniffling as she laughed at her foolishness. "God Cass!" she boomed out with hearty laughter, "Adults are so stupid, thank god my daughter doesn't have to deal with all this confusion!"

...

The next day, Allison sighed as she breathed in the fresh sea breeze, the cool Pacific air flowing through her hair as she stood against the railing on the boat's side. Chelsea was next to her, still damp from the swim the sheep had opted not to take. There had been a lot on her mind ever since starting this cruise, the usual playful sex complicated by a deeper set of feelings Allison was starting to come to terms with.

She couldn't remember when it had started but sometime between their little interaction with a girl named Piper and their steps onto this cruise had turned their romps into solid lovemaking. Allison hadn't had the time yet to talk things over with her companion, and thus decided to let her swim as she mulled over her crowded thoughts.

"What's up miss bright and blue eyes?" the bear giggled as she reached her paw over to hold the sheep's. Allison smiled softly as she curled her fingers around her friend's, the smallest flutter tingling in her chest. She wasn't used to this kind of feeling and it was too soon to even contemplate whether it could even be called love.

The sheep was silent at first as her mind fumbled with the words. Slowly as they leaked out her confidence began to creep back up into her, "Chelsea, we've been here four days now, and it's been wonderful, but it's the first time I've spent this much time...physically, with a single person..."

The bear's heart sank a little as the sheep's words somewhat trailed off, "...and you're bored, I know, we could always-"

"No," the sheep stopped her, "That's just the thing...I'm not bored, not at all, and that's...what kind of worries me..."

Once again the bear was nervous in the wake of her silence, the sheep allowing her thoughts to only be shared momentarily with herself. "A-Allie, after what's gone on at your life at home, I know you're not used to expressing your feelings, and with the father I've grown up with...maybe I'm just a little too comfortable with mine...but the thing is Allison, I love you...I may not be ready to exclusively love you, hell, we may just be caught up in the moment, but I-"

The sheep stopped her with a sudden desperate kiss, all of her feelings that were unable to form into words pouring out of her like a physical tsunami. For a long emotional moment, neither girl spoke, their eyes closed as they shared each other's passion on the deck of an already emotionally overburdened ship.