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We descended the stairs, stopping to admire the sight of the rotten old bastard in a crumpled heap on the floor, looking up at us with wide eyes. And in my ultimate moment of wickedness, I held up my smartphone to take a picture. “These are the moments you just want to savor forever,” I grinned.

Then I turned and hooked my arms through those of the two men on either side of me, and walked away from the life that had nearly bled me dry, eager to say goodbye to it forever.

CHAPTER EIGHT

            So, to whoever has found this story, if you happen to spot a most-likely naked woman accompanied by two bears somewhere in the woods, now you know why. Don’t try to rescue me, because they’ve done that already. In more ways than I can imagine.

Most of my days are spent pretty much the way I planned they would be when I packed up my bags. I run around naked most of the time, enjoying the forest air on my skin, and jumping the bones of my two big bears every couple hours. Seriously, those guys have turned me into a nymphomaniac; I can never get enough bear cock! Come to think of it, I don’t doubt there have been a few hikers once in a while who have been scared to death by what sounded like the screams of some poor woman being mauled by a wild beast. Which I guess in a way is true.

I sleep at Jake’s place some nights, and a Max’s place other nights. Some nights I’m alone with one of them, other nights all three of us are in the same bed. I think the latter is becoming a little more common lately, mostly because I’m getting spoiled and demanding to get the two-bear treatment as often as I can. If I could spend every minute of the day with Jake buried in my pussy and Max deep in my mouth, I probably would. But even I get tired sometimes, and just have to settle for slow, quiet vanilla sex with one guy.

I keep myself busy even when they don’t. I work online, making webpage spreads and stuff. Hey, even in the middle of nature a girl’s still got to make a living. It’s enough that I can support myself without having to rely in my bears for everything. Sure, that would be comfy if I could just sit back and let them take care of me all the time, but I’d get bored living like that, and I can’t imagine I’d retain much self-respect either.

Occasionally I’ll head out into the outlying towns, usually with Max since Jake doesn’t like to leave the woods (and who can blame him?), to collect some food and supplies, enough that we don’t have to live like cave people or hunter-gatherers. And every once in a while, I’ll still return to the hometown, just to see some of the friends I’ve left there. I’ll drop in on someone like Mina, for example. She’ll get right in my face with all kinds of questions about where I’ve been, how am I doing, am I still seeing two guys, have I tried double-penetration yet, do I really live in a cabin in the woods, and are there bears up there (oh, if only she knew).

It hasn’t all been fun and games. One of those alpha bear gatherings happens once in a while, and I had the audacity to show up to one not long after I started living with them. It was a pretty ugly affair at first, with some of the other bears not being too happy about a human woman being among them, and some threats about Jake and Max losing their alpha statuses were thrown around. But that’s a whole other story for another time.

What really matters to me is that I finally have something that I never knew before finding my bears: a family. I’d lived my life alone for so long I never imagined I’d ever know what that felt like; now I can’t imagine my life without it.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, Jake is currently in the other room preparing his specialty gumbo dish, in anticipation of Max coming by to join us shortly. I sure hope he’s got food with a lot of carbs in that stuff, because those boys are going to need plenty of energy for the things I’m going to do to them tonight...

The End...

For now....

B
OOK 2

SHARED BY THE BEARS 2

AMY STAR

CHAPTER ONE

Jake was really good with his hands. I hummed happily as his big paws expertly massaged the muscles of my back, sagging down into the couch, resting my head on my folded arms with my eyes closed in contentment. I was just waiting for the point when he would move his hands down from my back and onto my bare ass.

What was almost as good as the massage Jake was giving me was the smell of the meal Max was preparing in the kitchen. I could hear those hamburger patties sizzling on the grill. I could already taste them, and my mouth was already watering. There was plenty Max could do well, wonderfully in fact—I could go for pages, ooh la la—but his burgers were positively to die for.

It had been two weeks since we decided that living in two separate cabins was too much trouble and we all moved into Max’s cabin (we chose Max’s because Jake didn’t have as much stuff, so moving would be easier for Jake than for Max). I was personally quite happy with that arrangement; I didn’t have to pick and choose whose place I would be staying at anymore. Now both my bears were right in the next room at any given moment, instead of an hour’s walk away.

“Lunch will be ready in just a minute,” Max announced. That seemed like a good-news/bad-news situation to me: good news because it was almost time for Max’s succulent cooking; bad news because Jake’s wonderful massage would have to end. Ah, well, sacrificing one pleasure for another seemed like a fair trade.

When the plates hit the table, I sighed and rather reluctantly got up from the couch, lamenting the loss of having Jake’s strong hands on me. But one whiff of the food on the table and that disappointment was forgotten. I sat down to eat with my two bears seated on either side of table, right where I could reach out and touch them at any time I wanted.

Just the way I liked it.

Life had been good since I said goodbye to civilization and made my home in the woods with the two of them. No more chauvinist bosses, no more crotchety landlords, no more assholes in Porsches on the road, no more thick city congestion, no more graffiti and street grime and noxious smog. Now it was nothing but the beauty and tranquility of nature. I could run around the woods bare-assed naked all day and come home to not one but two big strong men waiting to ravish me.

And let’s not forget the ravishing itself: because that part had been simply stellar. I had been long since convinced that there was nothing better in the world than being stuffed by two cocks at once. Having one big bear in my pussy and the other in my mouth was always the best part of my day. And later today, that was exactly what I was looking forward to.

And when they weren’t fucking my brains out, they were generally treating me like a princess. A naked princess more often then not, without the frilly dresses or tiaras, but still a princess. And I didn’t mind not having the filly dresses or tiaras. I was getting regular breakfast in bed, my feet would be massaged when I was tired; I got to ride around the forest on my own personal chariot of sorts, which was the back of a big furry beast when one of my guys saw fit to shift form. Never in my life had I been pampered like this, and I wasn’t getting tired of it at all. Especially since most of the things they did for me were usually followed by a hot sperm injection in some bodily orifice.

We ate in silence at first, apart from the giggling that mostly came from me as I played a little footsie with the guys under the table, eventually trailing my foot up Max’s leg and into his lap, and used my toes to play with his limp dick.

“Hey,” he said, gently pushing my foot aside, “later.”

“What do you feel like doing this afternoon, Billie?” Jake eventually asked me.

“I’m in the mood for a little hike.” I said. “I feel like there’s still more of the forest to see. I want to go farther today than we have before.”

“That sounds like an idea,” Max nodded.

I smirked and added, “And then maybe we can have a three-way at the top of a waterfall or something.”

“That
also
sounds like an idea.” Max nodded again, with a grin this time.

“We’d better take plenty of water, then,” Jake said. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot of strenuous activity in mind.”

I raised a teasing eyebrow at him. “What’s the matter, Jake? Think you’re not bear enough to handle me?”

He shot a pretend-chiding look back at me. “You got some lady-balls on you to insult my bearhood, Miss prissy-boots!”

“I just hope you’ve got some man-balls on you, Mr. Afraid of a little ‘Strenuous Activity.’” I reached my foot up to cradle Jake’s balls and said, “’Cause I’m planning on draining those balls dry.”

“Like you said,” Max said to Jake, “plenty of fluids.”

After we ate, I went and put on my hiking boots, and I left it at that, remaining otherwise naked. Max and Jake didn’t even bother with shoes, having spent their lives accustomed to the forest floor.

“You sure you don’t want a ride?” Jake asked me as we stepped out the door, already starting to grow a little bigger and furrier.

“No, I actually feel like walking today.” I said, putting a hand on his arm, getting him to shrink back again to his human size.

Max said he knew a path he hadn’t taken me on before, that led to a spot on a cliff that he used to love visiting when he was younger. He said it would take us about two hours to hike there, and another two hours to hike back. That was fine with me. It meant four hours of doing the kind of things I loved about living out here. Four hours of wandering through the wilderness in nothing but my shoes, with my boys at my sides. I called that four hours well spent.

The first hour was pretty uneventful, but still nice. We tramped past trees, over roots, hopped moss-covered logs, heard the birds sing above us, and watched smaller animals scurry away at the approach of two large beasts in human skin. I never got tired of feeling the forest air on my bare skin. Sometimes I walked with my arms hooked through the looped arms of both my guys, walking on either side of me. Sometimes we walked with both of them having an arm around my back, occasionally sneaking a hand or two down to goose my ass.

After a while, Max wanted to stop for a brief rest and a drink of water. I let him just do that for a minute—and then I let him start to worry about the mischievous smirk on my face. I decided to make this break a little more active by dropping to my knees in front of him, and turning this restful water break into a not-so-restful blowjob break. He hardened up quickly in my mouth and put a big hand on my bobbing head.

Jake didn’t take long to get involved in this, bending down behind me and reaching around to take hold of my tits. Before too much longer he was lifting up my hindquarters and pushing his big bear cock into my wet opening from behind.

I really had meant for us to save this for later, when we were at wherever it was we were going, but these things had a way of just happening with us. Anyway, it ended up being just a quickie in this case; I sucked Max to completion in just a few minutes, and Jake fucked me to completion in just a few more minutes. We still wanted to save our energy for when we got to the cliff. We finished up, dusted ourselves off, and then once we got some actual rest and hydration, we continued on.

I expected that to be the most excitement we got until we reached the cliff.

Go figure, I was wrong.

We were about a mile or two from where we were going when Jake suddenly stopped, looking around. “Hey, you hear that?” he said.

I started to say, “Hear wh—”

“Yeah, I hear it,” Max said.

“Hear what?” I said, getting the full two words out this time.

Both of them stepped out in front of me, looking in the same direction. I strained to see what had their attention, seeing nothing. “What is it?” I demanded, starting to get a little impatient.

My impatience was suddenly answered in the form of a sudden flash of fur and teeth that leapt out of the brush at us. I stumbled back onto my ass with a sudden shriek at the four-legged shape that had appeared in front of us, looking at us with yellow eyes.

A wolf.

My fear was short-lived, based purely on surprise. Once I got over the initial shock of its arrival and got a good look at what it was, my need for fear vanished. What did I have to fear from a forest predator when I had two bigger ones watching over me?

On that note, I expected my guys to shift form once that beast appeared to scare it off. They didn’t. “Guys,” I said, as the wolf continued eyeing the three of us, “shouldn’t you be doing something here?”

“That’s not an ordinary wolf,” Jake said.

Before I could ask him what he meant, the snout on the four-legged beast in front of us started shrinking back into its face, and its fur started receding into its skin. Its tail began to disappear, and its ears slid down the sides of its head, becoming smaller and rounder. The toes on its paws started extending into fingers, and it stood up on its hind legs as they became longer than the front ones.

And suddenly it wasn’t a wolf standing in front of us at all. It was a man.

“A werewolf!” I gasped.

“Yeah,” he said, folding his arms. “Sorry if I startled you all. I didn’t realize you were bears until I got a little closer.”

“Hey, no harm done.” Jake said. “I’m Jake, that’s Max, and the girl is Billie.”

“I’m Eric,” the wolf man said.

“I didn’t realize wolves had moved back into these woods,” Max said, not sounding overly thrilled to see our present company.

“Old habits die hard.” Eric said. “My pack has been keeping a low profile.”

“And is jumping out at travelers how you do that?” Max spat.

“Max, come on, don’t be that way,” Jake chided him.

“It’s okay,” Eric said. “Like I said, I’m sorry about that. It’s just I was pretty sure I smelled a human. In fact,” he added, starting to sniff the air, “I’m positive I still do.”

“Well,” I shrugged, “I guess you do. I’m a human.”

As soon as I said that, all eyes suddenly turned to me. Eric was staring at me, seeming scandalized, while Jake and Max were giving me disapproving looks, as if to say, “Why did you do that?”

“You have a human with you?” Eric demanded of my guys, practically spitting on the word “human” as if it were a curse.

Jake squared his jaw. “Yes, we do. She lives with us, in our cabin.”

Eric looked back and forth between Max and Jake in disbelief. “Have you two completely lost your minds?” he spat. “Or do bears even have minds to begin with?”

“Watch it, fleabag,” Max grumbled.

“You can’t house a human with you!” Eric said.

“Says who?” said Jake.

“Says the laws of the forest, that have been around for as long as shifters. Haven’t your alphas ever taught you that?”

“I got news for you, pal,” said Max. “
We’re
the alphas in this forest. And we’re bears, not wolves; we’re not bound by some stupid old pack laws. We make our own rules.”

“I have a feeling my alpha isn’t going to see it that way,” Eric said. “Who I’m gonna have to report this to, by the way.”

“And what’s he gonna do about it?” Max demanded. “We’re two alpha bears who could easily rip a mangy critter like you apart. Does your alpha wolf think he could fare any better against us?”

“Maybe you should worry less about yourselves,” Eric said, before pointing to me and saying, “and worry more about that.”

I took a fearful step back, while Jake stepped defensively in front of me. “Don’t you dare threaten Billie!”

“You might want to consider your position carefully,” Max warned him. “There’s one of you, and two of us. And you might want to also consider who’s bigger. Especially when we do this.”