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It was just another lazy afternoon as Ben Ursus lounged in his living room with a cup of warm tea and a good book, enjoying the quiet calm of a cool fall day. The weather was warm enough to open the windows and let some air in but not too cool to where a shirt would need to be worn. When Ben picked up his tea, a strong gust of wind picked up, rustling his pages and pushing his head furs back and forth. While his eyes were closed, there was a loud clatter that sounded an awfully lot like breaking wood. Ben slowly cracked open an eye and saw that his self-portrait had fallen from its spot over the mantle of his fireplace and had cracked in two. Another strong gust pushed the canvas from between the shard of broken glass and into the fireplace, soot smearing all over the previously immaculate painting. With a slight sigh, Ben placed his teacup down and marked his page in the book before hauling himself to his feet to clean up the mess. The big bear stood tall and heavy, his pudgy gut spilling over his jeans, not too far to where he could be considered fat, but enough to entice anyone with a weakness for daddy bears. After stretching and popping his back a few times, Ben picked up the busted woodwork of the picture frame and threw it in the fireplace with the ruined portrait.

"It looks like I'm gonna need to get myself a new portrait... Could be fun to tease the painter too... I wonder if there's a good local painter in town?"

Ben peered over his reading glasses at an Ad in the phone book proclaiming that Larry the Painter was an artist adept at portraits and people, no matter who or what the subject may be. Ben figured he could research this Larry character a bit to see how well his paintings came out.

After a quick internet search, Ben found a handful of Larry's portraits, and the bear was astounded by the fur's work, the attention to detail that made the paintings leap off of their canvas. These paintings were exceptional and it made Ben all the more excited about being re-painted. Next to the gallery was a bio of Larry and a few details about him;

-Larry is an experienced artist of 20+ years, and thoroughly enjoys painting portraits and focusing on other furs-

The German Shepard was rather pudgy looking, mostly around the waist, and his slacks neatly hugged his wide hips, accentuating the canine's size. Other than his girthy waistline, the sheppie looked relatively healthy, and pretty cute to boot.

"Hmm... I think Larry will do rather nicely. He certainly seems like an excellent artist."

Ben called the number listed in the phone book and set up an appointment for Larry to come over on Wednesday morning next week to start the painting, and the shepherd seemed just as excited as the bear to start the portrait.

The week rolled by fairly quickly and before he knew it, Larry was pulling his car into Ben's driveway. Ben was in the kitchen baking up some of his Apple Cinnamon Cookies when he heard the doorbell ring.

"COME ON IN, THE DOOR IS OPEN!!"

Larry cocked an eyebrow apprehensively at Ben's easygoing allowance of a stranger to enter his home, but it mattered little in the end. Larry entered the foyer that split into three directions, one leading to a dining room, another leading to a living room, and the third leading straight down the hallway into the kitchen.

"GO AHEAD AND START SETTING UP IN THE LIVING ROOM, I'LL BE THERE IN JUST A MOMENT!"

Larry smiled to himself and paused to drink in the smell of what he knew to be baking cookies, the sweet, homey aroma invading his nostrils and making his belly rumble. After placing his kit on its stand and the canvas on its easel, Ben walked into the living room grinning happily wearing nothing but a pair of tight blue jeans and a black apron, the bear shirtless underneath.

"Hello there, it's nice to meet you Larry, I'm Ben Ursus."

Ben took Larry's paw in a firm and hearty handshake, smiling at the sheppie and making mental notes of the dog's body language.

"Nice to meet you as well Ben. I must admit I was rather happy when I received your call. Home visits are some of my favorite commissions."

Ben cocked an eyebrow at the rather forward flirt Larry had tossed up for him, but allowed it to brush off of him.

(This could make for an interesting experience if I play my cards right, heh.)

Ben's musings were cut short as Larry asked him if the bear was ready to begin. Shortly after a few minutes in the kitchen and heading up stairs for a quick wardrobe change, Ben came back down the stairs, looking rather dapper in a country fashion. The middle-aged bear was wearing a blue and white plaid, flannel shirt, the shirt hugging his muscular frame tightly and accompanied by a pair of faded blue jeans and a pair of size 15 combat boots that had been polished to a sharp shine.

Larry held in a sharp gasp as he beheld the sight of the imposing bear, bulging out in all the right places. If Larry hadn't known better, he would have thought the bear had specifically chosen this wardrobe to tease the Sheppie.

Ben smiled as he observed Larry taking in the glory of his masculine middle-aged body. The bear had been right in his assumption of Larry's preferences.

Ben flexed a bit for the Sheppie, his thick legs and biceps straining the fabric that contained them.

"Like what you see Larry? I figured I would go with something that fit my personality better. I feel that I'm rather similar to flannel, soft and pleasant to the touch, but oh so manly, don't you agree?"

Larry cleared his throat and smiled at the bear, peering at him mischievously and replied:

"I think your attire suits you quite well, very soft at first glance, but I'm sure quite "firm" upon closer inspection."

The well put yet obvious compliment caused Ben to rumble contentedly, assured in his own mind that he would be able to bed down the Sheppie. However, business before pleasure as always, Ben suggested that they get started and got comfortable in his favorite chair with a book in hand and his reading glasses on and waited patiently while Larry began to turn him into an oil-painted masterpiece.

_ Four Hours Later..._

"Aaaannnddd... Done. For now anyways."

Larry stepped back from his easel and admired his work so far. It took Larry about an hour and a half to rough out Ben's frame, the chair, and the surrounding scenery, then another two and a half hours to detail the bear's clothing. It would take him three more hours to bring out Ben's striking facial features, in order to do them justice on canvas.

Ben set down the book in his hand and stretched his arms and shoulders, letting out a drawn out yawn to give the sheppie a few more moments to ogle his broad chest.

"it's starting to get late, and artificial light will affect how I paint the rest of the background as well as the shadows on your face and body. I would prefer to postpone the rest of the painting at least until tomorrow when the conditions from today's environment are re-created."

Ben stood up and smiled at Larry before nodding at the sheppie and beckoning him towards the kitchen.

"Would you like to try some of my Apple Cinnamon Cookies? They're quite a hit with my family and friends."

The Bear pulled a plate of cookies out of the oven, letting the intoxicating aroma waft throughout the kitchen and permeate through the rest of the house.

"I'd be delighted, and I'm sure it's not the only delicious aroma you provide to your guests."

Again, Larry tossed a barely concealed flirt up to the bear, not thinking it would lead him anywhere but a return of the flirtatious banter. The bear just smiled and walked around the counter as he popped one of the still warm cookies into his maw, enjoying the explosion of flavor on his tongue.

"You want to know what makes my cookies so delicious Larry? It's sharing them with others."

With that said, Ben pulled Larry's chin up and kissed the surprised sheppie brazenly, drawing an eager moan from the sitting dog. Ben ran his tongue over Larry's lips and the canine opened his mouth, inviting the bear in happily. An even more pleasant surprise hit Larry when he felt the cookie that Ben had just popped into his mouth slide over his tongue, relatively untouched by the ursine's maw.

Ben held the kiss a few more seconds, enjoying the intermingling flavor of apple, cinnamon, and Sheppie before pulling away to allow the canine to enjoy his little present.

Larry moaned wantonly as he chewed the heavenly cookie up and swallowed it before opening his eyes to gaze lustfully at the bigger male.

"That was quite delicious, on both accounts Ben. Mind if I have another?"

Larry popped a second cookie into his mouth and wiggled his eyebrows at Ben. The bear laughed heartily at the dog's double-entendre and grabbed a cookie for himself as well.

"Well, Larry, why don't you go pack up your kit and we will see what goes from there, Hmm?"

Larry nodded in agreement and headed back into the living to put away his art supplies and adjust his swelling member to fit more comfortably in his tightening slacks. After a few minutes, Larry had packed his kit and covered the portrait to keep it from gathering dust. When the Sheppie turned around, he saw Ben standing in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame wearing nothing but a toothy smile and plump sheath, his ebony tip just barely peeking out.

"Would you like to paint a few strokes with this brush Larry?"

Larry swallowed hard as he drank in the sight of the magnificent man standing before him, his slacks tightening even more as he now knew for sure the bear wanted him just as much as he wanted the bear.

After quickly gathering his wits, Larry replied huskily:

"That depends, are you going to supply the paint yourself? Home-made, like those delicious cookies?"

Ben smiled at Larry and walked past the Sheppie, allowing his knuckles to lightly graze the canines bulge before settling back into his chair.

"Why don't you come find out for yourself?"

Larry didn't need to be told twice when someone offered him a cock to please, but he decided to tease the bear just a bit, and slowly began to strip, first his shoes and socks, then his shirt and pants, allowing his tight boxer briefs to define his shapely ass, much to Ben's delight.

The Sheppie wiggled his ass back and forth as he slowly pulled his boxer briefs down, allowing his tail to cover up his hole from the bear's view. Finally, Larry turned around, showing off his decently sized humanoid cock, thick mushroom head, and sizeable shaft, the tip glistening with pre.

"Oh, a humanoid? It fits you well, Larry. A special cock for a special dog."

Larry's member pulsed with lust and pride at the comment, and the sheppie sauntered over to Ben slowly, and dropped to his knees in front of the bear, blowing warm air on the ursine's hefty package before pressing his cold nose against those full orbs and inhaling deeply, enjoying the heady musk that originated from that point.

Larry sighed contentedly and said:

"Looks like I was right, you do offer more scents than just apple and cinnamon. This is even better."

Larry slowly ran his raspy tongue over the bears balls, causing Ben to rumble as his sheath thickened even more and his tip began to pulse and grow upwards and outwards. After Larry finished giving Ben's sack a proper tongue bath, he moved on to Ben's tip, suckling slowly as the bear's turgid girth filled the sheppie's maw with warm pulsing bear meat, and tangy, copious pre.

"Why don't we move this encounter to a mroe comfortable setting, hmm? Larry smiled as he rose from his knees and nodded in agreement, stealing another kiss from Ben's velvety lips. The duo padded upstairs to Ben's large king sized mattress and resumed their activities from the living room.

After becoming familiar with Ben's fully hard, throbbing black shaft, Larry stood up and kissed Ben again allowing the bear to spin them around and flop Larry on his back, legs hanging off the bed. After grabbing some lube and a condom from his nightstand, Ben returned to the foot of the bed and hoisted Larry's legs over his shoulders and leered down at Larry devilishly.

A thick ursine finger prodded at Larry's hungry hole demanding entrance while a second finger rubbed just underneath the canine's engorged mushroom shaped tip. Larry rumbled in pleasure from the stimulation and relaxed his tailhole, giving full access to Ben's curious finger.

Soon Ben felt that Larry was ready for the main event and withdrew his hands from their agonizingly teasing administrations, gripping Larry's ankles and spreading his legs wide so that Ben's girthy shaft could begin grinding away at the slickened pucker awaiting his arrival.

Larry's lips formed a passionate O-shape as Ben's thick ursine shaft slowly spread him open and filling him deeply as few lovers before could have. Ben marveled at the squeezing sensation of Larry's well-trained hole on his shaft, enjoying the milking sensation.

After a few tantalizing moments, Ben's hips were flush against Larry's, and he grinded forward, the thick tip of his member squashing against Larry's prostate much to the Sheppie's delight. Ben rotated his hips as he withdrew from Larry's succulent ass before sliding back in slowly, hammering the last two inches forward into his captive canine.

"So Larry, am I as skilled with my brush as you are with yours?"

Ben quickened his pace following the question he had posed to Larry forcing moans and gasps from the canine to make replying more difficult.

"Oh Gods, above, I-I'd say your skil-l-l-l rivals m-my own-n-n!"

Laryy grasped at the bedsheets as Ben power thrusted into him, the canine's member pulsing and leaking from the head uncontrollaby due to the stimulation being done to his prostate. Ben placed a single finger on top of Larry's brewing balls and dragged the digit slowly to the canine's frenulum and traced the underside of his needy tip, causing the bundles of nerves to overload with pleasure and cause the Sheppie's ass to clench hard on Ben's member.

Larry groaned out wantonly as Ben picked up speed, the bears large paw wrapping around the canines's needy shaft and stroking it quickly. Larry's yipped at the sudden increase in pleasure on his member and felt his fuzzy balls begin to draw up close to the rest of him. Ben slowly let out a rumble that grew louder until it turned into a roar, slamming his hips against the Sheppie one last time, unloading his balls into the condom around his pulsating manhood and flaring against the Sheppie's overworked prostate sending Larry into his own climax, the bears paw stroking the canine's shaft furiously as cum splattered his chest and belly.

Ben's breathing came in deep rumbling pants as he ground out the last semblances of his orgasm into the spent Sheppie's twitching hole, both of them basking in the afterglow of a well earned orgasm. After they both began to go soft, Ben withdrew and cleaned them both up smiling contentedly to himself. The bear pulled on a pair of compression shorts and followed Larry back downstairs so that the sheppie could reclaim his clothing and dress himself properly.

After Larry had finished dressing, he turned around to see Ben smiling at the canine as he pushed a baggie full of Apple Cinnamon cookies into the dog's paw.

"A little something for the road, my skilled painter friend!"

Larry happily accepted the cookies and replied:

"Thank you. and might I say you are just as skilled with your brush as I am with mine! Shall I return tomorrow to finish your painting?"

Ben nodded and said to him:

"But of course! And we'll have to enjoy a meal together as well before exploring your skill with your other paintbrushes as well!"

Larry smiled and his spent member pulsed with anticipation that the bear would be willing to bottom for him. After exchanging goodbyes, Larry gathered his art supplies and drove away, anxiously awaiting his next appointment with the bear tomorrow.