Choices
A very short story about a meeting between a southern woman and a nanuq (polar bear). Usually southern types who meet a nanuq end up with a fur coat, one way or another, but maybe you just need to know how to talk to the big bears.
There's no actual vore in this story, but it's talked about, so I flagged it as such.
Choices
By Strega
"Well, of course you have a choice," the white bear said. The fox barely heard him, her eyes fixed in horror on the ponderous thickness of black cock that had begun to emerge from his sheath. A massive paw held her face against his belly, but didn't quite force her against the thing.
"You can digest a few good mouthfuls of nanuq seed," the bear rumbled. "Or you can find out what it's like to be digested by a nanuq." One startlingly pale eye stared down at her, next to the ink-dark other.
"You can't eat me," Sally protested. "We're close to the settlement. We don't have a treaty like the Inuit, but when they find my body--"
"Body?" The bear said with a grin in his voice, and Sally looked up to see him yawn until his jaws would have fit easily around her shoulders. The yellowed fangs snapped together with a steely sound. "You don't know us well, do you? I could swallow you whole with no effort at all, and bury the clothes I cough up far from the town. There'd be no sign you were ever here but footprints in the snow, and the wind will soon fill those in. You would not be the first Southerner to disappear down my gullet, after all."
"But," she stammered. "But then--"
"And I would rub myself against the bulge you make until I am satisfied," the bear went on. "But I'd rather be sucked."
"A-all right," Sally said, and looked at the bear cock in front of her. God knew it'd be better to suck it than have sex with the bear any other way. It was as thick as and longer than her forearm. With only a nudge from the huge paw to urge her on she lowered her face and began to suck.
At least this way I have a chance, she thought as salty precum dripped from her chin. The thick shaft warmed her chilled hands as she jacked off the big bear, and the nanuq's fur vibrated against her cheek as he rumbled out his pleasure. Bit by bit Sally opened her mouth, allowing a few inches of the massive length further into her mouth until the bear's tip was pressed against the tightness at the back of her mouth. Foxes can open their jaws surprisingly wide, too, and the cock was not much bulkier than some rats she had swallowed. By the time the shaft began to throb in her hands a full full foot of it had slipped past her lips and down her throat.
"Don't forget to swallow," the bear said, and a moment later he growled. Her throat was suddenly full of thick, hot goo. Sally, disgusted but conscious that her odds of survival were better if she cooperated, compliantly gulped down the bear's glutinous wad. With his tip halfway down her throat it didn't have far to go.
"Very nice," the bear breathed as his cock emerged wet and clean from her mouth. "That's one. Let us say, two more like that, and you can go."
Sally glared at the steaming cock, wet from its passage down her throat. There was already enough bear semen in her belly that she felt it slosh as she tried to sit up. The great paw on her back let her move only fractionally. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't," rumbled the bear. "As I see it, you simply have no choice."
"Right, then," Sally said. Might as well get this over with. Even moments after he ejaculated the bear's penis bone kept his cock rigid, and with a sudden duck of her muzzle she swallowed it almost to his balls. The big bear let out a startled groan as she began to bob up and down. The deal was just to swallow his cum, after all. If his tip spent a little time in her stomach before he came and got a bit acid burned, why, that wasn't her fault. The most efficient way to jack him off was to swallow his whole cock, and that's exactly what Sally did. That left her hands free to knead his well-insulated furry balls.
Some hours later she slogged through the snow on her way back to the village. Her belly was tight with not three but four huge loads of bear goo, which at least had the benefit of being high in protein and easy to digest. She'd had her own fun, too, for as she sucked him off the third time his claws had pulled down her insulated pants just enough for a long bear tongue to slip in and explore her moist folds. His shaft was far too large for her to be impaled, but his strong and practiced tongue was well able to satisfy her.
At the end, as the last and smallest wad of semen slid reluctantly down her throat to join the rest, he'd leaned down to lick the drippings from her face. Still held tight by his paw she could have done nothing to save herself if his jaws had creaked wide. In she would have gone, with his own seed in her belly no harder to digest than the rest of her - a tiny note of cannibalism as the bear swallowed part of himself.
But of course his jaws had not gaped for her. He gave her a last affectionate lick on the cheek, instead.
"In seven days, then?" The bear rumbled, and Sally nodded with a smile. They said only the Inuit could be friends with the nanuq, and that any Southerner who met them had best be armed. She had found that you just had to know how to talk to them, though. And of course being able to swallow a two-foot-long bear cock didn't hurt.
The Inuit women had told her that once you'd had a child or two the bears were not too large for a stretched-out sex, but Sally was not that anxious to find out. On the other hand, a series of progressively larger toys had helped train her tailhole to gape a little wider. Maybe in a feet weeks she'd bring her lube and sit in his lap to see if she could take a load of Blue-Eye's seed someplace besides her throat. As long as he let her do all the moving, it might work.
She burped, tasting bear, and smiled. She was in no hurry.