As Avalon stared down the face of the trail, all around him the trees were swaying in a calm and gentle manner. The daily forecast had predicted rain in the afternoon, with winds slowly starting to pick up in the day as a sign of things to come. The morning had droned on and only gentle white clouds ran through the sky, like little white marshmallows, floating down a blue river above the land. The trees were in full bloom, their brilliant green leaves contrasted the blue sky, but in a way that brought out their richness, their inner beauty.

Avalon was nothing more than a fairly average bear, living day to day like most people. Though he was a little different, after all, most furs tended to live near others, whereas he had preferred the comforts of a more solitary lifestyle, at least nowadays he did. He used to live in a town, used to be one of the best carpenters in the whole area, but there were dark times that led to him leaving and not wanting to return. His one love, a girl by the name of Jesse belle, and his beloved son, both of which he would fight the whole world to protect, had died after a bad storm had caused a large tree to collapse through the side of their condo, and destroying the room that his son was being comforted by his mother in, trying to make him feel comfort in the storms howling winds.

While he had no fear of the rain, nor any hate necessarily towards it, he certainly hadn’t been the same way afterward, just a feeling of dread every time they came around, one that he tended to sleep through when he could in order to have the least exposure to it as possible. Though he knew good and well he wouldn’t fall asleep until at least 11 that night, so he would hear a few hours of it, which he would try to drown out by reading or working on something, something to keep his mind busy. Perhaps he would work on that new wall carving he were creating, something of a bit of art he needed, his house was feeling lackluster.

It was true, while the bear had moved out to the forests almost 3 months now, he still had yet to do much with the place, leaving it somewhat blank and uninteresting. While he had creativity, he never had a sense of coherence or consistency, and knew full well that if he started to decorate he’d make a mess. Regardless though he knew he had to, living along was one thing but living alone in a boring hom was another.

He took one more looking up above the branches toward the sky and began to see the beginnings of what seemed like a storm coming in and decided it were best to go home. He grabbed  his pack he had set down, collecting dry and good pieces of wood in it, bigger and smaller, and with a. Grunt, slung it over his shoulder. With a few grunts and groans he trodden his way down the path that had partially been there, partially been made by the bear’s own walking and followed it to his home, his cabin in the woods.

When he was awarded the title of best carpenter around, it were no joke. In the span of only a month, he single handedly managed to construct the frame of his home with ease, and began work on the outsides, creating a nice, tan colored cabin, the wood was split so it gave the appearance of shingles almost, but dried and coated to keep water out. He did have the help of a few others along the way, a few old acquaintances who managed to help with wiring electricity, helped set up the well he had planned out, and a few other things. But within a month, by the time the condominium was ready to be lived in again, he sold it off, letting go of those memories and began his new life, one of solitary, but comforting solitary.

He had the amenities, a generator which powered the house, the constant hum around the corner away from the bedroom so even at night if it were on it wouldn’t disturb him. It sat ina. She’d that he also constructed, which almost contained spare fuel should he need to refill. He almost had satellite tv and internet, which meant he was still connected to the outside world. Just because he wanted a life alone didn’t mean he wanted solitary confinement, that’s for sure. He had a decent sized tv he’d had at home, 60 inches, which he had in the living room area. A nice laptop he’d gotten 2 years ago as a gift from his dearly beloved, a way for him to do his business a little easier. Of course he also had his cell phone, about a year old but he only switched them out once every 4 years or so, and he’d get a new model that would last another four.

He had all this, his home, his life with ease because of his work. He had used the insurance money to finance the new home and along with selling the condo probably could have taken easily two or three years off without having to worry about doing work, but he knew if he had, he’d have gotten sad, real fast. So it was business as usual. He was a carpenter by trade and by request, he took commissions form people and did work for them. He had a whole section of the house which housed his saws. And tools and he easily continued work, investing the money he had gotten after the tragedy, keepin it for necessity later on.

He lumbered up to the door and turned the lock open and entered his home, the soft hum of the generator could be heard. He flipped the light switch and turned on the lights in the main living room, trotting down the hall and setting the bag of wood into the doorway of the workshop, pushing it with his foot so it rested on the inside of the wall thereafter. As he listened to the hum he reminded himself that he was interested in switching possibly to a solar generator, which would store enough energy in the day for the night, it was something on his to do list.

If anything, after the event he had grown closer to nature, and closer to the environment. He felt a joey when went outside and looked at the trees. He didn’t blame the rain or the storm or the trees for what happened, sure he got that dread when the storms rolled by, but he still loved nature, and would continue to do so. In fact, that’s why he wanted to move her so bad, he had felt a need to become closer, he could have just skipped towns and lived alone, but here he could be alone, still far away from where everything went down, but surrounded, surrounded by the beauty.

A small smile crept onto his face as he looked around, his body easing on as he found his favorite seat, a comfy recliner that had seen better days, but was a tough one, and would see plenty more days he was sure. He kicked back, and using one foot after the other he kicked off his shoes, they made a thumping noise as they fell across the floor.

He unbuttoned his shorts and let his stomach hang loose a little in t-shirt he wore as his head reclined a little. He was a bit tired from his walk and lumbering, a nap would be fine he thought, just a little shut eye. He closed his dark blue eyes and let out a gentle sigh as his breathing stabilized and his chest rose and fell, asleep slowly starting to consume him, but only for a little bit he thought to himself before the dreams started.

His dreams were irregular and fairly normal. Generally just of past events really, those with which he had with his family were always the most prevalent and consistent. One dream he’d had many times was happening now. It was a fairly hot day, the ac was blasting but even then the bear and his family were hot. This was despite the fact that all 3 members were naked. Avalon and his wife were childhood friends, they’d shared many things from bathes are near infants, to first discoveries, their first kiss was with each other, they were each other’s firsts, and well as far as both knew, onlies, and they were soul mates. It seemed like from the day they had been born the two were destined for each other.

They had spent most of their lives next to each other by coincidence from the start, but by choice toward the end. It was a match made in perfection and neither of them doubted it. They were always comfortable with each other, so when the day came that he found out he was to be a father, they both agreed to be open and loving to their son like they were to themselves. To the rest of the world nothing was odd, only when they were alone did the pair act so casual, wearing nothing, even in cold winters, they just snuggled under a blanket.

This led to many cases where they would consistently tease each other, sometimes as simple as a naughty kiss, something a lick, then sometimes the games got the best of them and both dropped what they were doing and made sweet love where they were, mostly it seemed in every place but the bedroom. This did not stop though when their son was born, while they were not perverse to the child, especially while he was so young they still tended to act like new lovers, doing the dirtiest of things even in moments where the young cub suckled on his mothers breast. This was the norm for them, and they enjoyed themselves despite what the world would likely say about them, they were each other’s through and through.

Even as their son grew up, while they dialed back direct dirty tricks in front of him, they were still in love, and their fires continued to rage on and on. Their house had an almost unspoken rule of no clothes permitted. Whenever one of them returned from their daily activities they were quickly disrobed and enjoying their own pervasive games. While it wasn’t intended as anything sexual, many of times even the simple games that they would play with their son would end up with the couple going off to have fun, and sometimes the cub accidentally partaking, though in small little ways he had no intention of truly doing, caught on by accident.

Growing up, he had learnt that in public he had to behave, and that clothes stayed on in the eyes of others, or whenever his friends came over. Luckily he had made that accidental mistake of disrobing with another boy at the house, luckily both pairs of parents ended up playing it off as childish in innocence, and they scraped by then, in the future though, they made sure the undies stayed on around others.

Avalon awoke with a bit of a jolt, the clouds let out a large scream and a bolt of lightning struck somewhere in the distance, it’s echo ringing through the forest. The bear could feel his heart thumping in his chest with a quick pace, his body surprised by the sudden awakening, though probably for the best, he didn’t need to spend the entire day sleeping away and staying the night up. He looked over at his clock on the wall, it read 4:15, somewhat into the afternoon, but the evening hadn’t quite started.

Outside, the sound of rain made clicks against the windows and a large tapping noise as it struck the roof. The sound was like that of static almost, it was gentle though, the harshness of the storm had either passed or would come and go eventually, but for now this was a simple bit of the storm, nothing too harsh for him. 

He put his feet down and stretched out in every direction, twisting and turning his body from his seated position, the feeling of shivers crawling up and down him very evident and escaping. His feet planted against the floor, and with a brief struggle, he managed to stand, stretching a little more in this position, able to turn a little differently than the seated position. Now he stood in the middle of his living room area, unsure of what he wanted to do, looking around the house, thinking and pondering on what to do. He couldn’t go outside, that was for sure, but he did collect some wood earlier he thought.

Perhaps some dinner he also thought of, unsure of what he would want to eat though, his appetite while not necessarily picky, changed and adapted daily, switching to very strict craving it seemed like. Sure he could eat something no matter what, but he would crave something, something he’d want badly, and he wasn’t quite sure of what that was. He looked himself up and down and adjusted the clothes he had on for a moment, thinking of what he was gonna do and scoffed for a moment and buttoned up a long sleeve shirt and headed into the back work area, he’d figure out what to eat later, for now he would clear his mind and do some wood working.

As he entered the room and flipped the light on, it buzzed briefly and whirred as the yellowish light escaped it, eventually steadying out and now gave a glow across his room. It contained lots of tools, the room was almost the size of his kitchen and his living room area combined. The biggest room in his house for sure, followed up by the living room/dining room area, then his bedroom. Saws, hammers, clamps, drills, the room was his livelihood and his dream, he took care of it and it took care of it.

He grabbed the overstuffed bag he had taken today and grabbed the bits out, stacking them in a placeholder, one he’d built to hold certain sized wood chunks. He was meticulous for sure, even the wood in the shop was organized by size, this made trying to complete orders easier because he could easily find the perfect size whenever he needed to make something. Now of course if he needed a true piece of lumber or log that required more than his carrying he had a sled out back and a chainsaw in the shed, though he had been doing more simple furniture and pieces, stuff that he could easily get wood for without the need of those two tools.

He looked around, thinking, wondering, then pulled out his phone and promptly looked through his phone, scrolling to his email and looking through a few messages and requests he had received. He filtered them down, scrolling through until he found something, a simple request.

 A Miss Outlier requested a piece to put up in her hallway, a family crest with a bit of modern appeal to it. After double checking a few things, including the prototype images he had sent her, she replied back confirming that she liked what she saw and gave him the all go earlier yesterday. He always made sure to create a basic kind of sketch and send it to the person prior to starting, that way he could make changes to the design before he began work. She gave him the go ahead and so he would begin at his next availability, which was now.

He looked through his collection of wood, searching for 3 specific sizes of wood that he wanted, one large one, and two smaller ones that would attach but would be easily to carve separate then attach, over carving a single piece fully out, pls it would look nicer this way. After selecting these pieces he got to work, nothing special, first stripping the bark off of the wood, but keeping it nearby, something he would use it for flair or other things, he enjoyed leaving no piece behind, it gave him a bit of pride he showed in his work.

Over the next 2 hours the bear worked, not slow but not fast, making sure each little bit of work he did was what he wanted. The whirring of power saw hitting wood was music to his ears, the smell of sawdust was the scent of the month, of the year in fact. He worked each piece of wood the way he wanted for the first hour, getting the shapes he wanted. Once they were worked that way, he was then in phase two, he grabbed his sculpting gear, taking the 3 pieces to a table on the other end of the room, that way laid out with the gear for fine tuning the wood to the true beauty. It was one thing to cut wood, it was another thing to carve it. 

His shop was almost set up like a factory, raw wood on one end of the line, and by the other was where he stained the pieces, giving them their distinct colors and touches, making them last longer than without. He liked it this way, it made his focus easier and the tools were where they always needed to be, not strewn about. His favorite section though was always where he carved out the details. This area gave him the methodical satisfaction of bringing out the deep richness of the wood, smoothing and planting in images, the images he wanted to put in, the beauty that he saw.

But the time 6:45 rolled around, Avalon’s stomach grumbled a little and his hands began a brief bit of cramping. He knew it was time to take a break. While he enjoyed doing the sculpting on the wood, his large hands made holding the tools a bit harder and could cramp. Luckily he had gotten a. Set made that had larger handle at least, which significantly improved things than prior, it used to be to the point where he could only sculpt 30 minutes at a time, now he could go 2 hours if he pushed, an hour in was when he only began to feel at it.

Letting out a gentle sigh he looked down, for the most part he was almost down with this part, with only probably another 20 or so minutes of sculpting he’d have the specific shapes nailed down and ready to go. The crest was done, and shaped beautifully, it was just the two additions to it that needed a bit more attention, but soon would be perfect. He placed his tools down gently, always treating them with respect and he excused himself from the station. He needed food, that was for sure, his stomach rumbled, wanting a bite, but first he had to clean up. He never left the shop before dealing with the scraps and sawdust, if he did he’d do it more than once, and then again and again, so he always cleaned up.

Luckily it was no hard task, for the most part after he unplugged all the power tools, it was taking the parts off that were removable, cleaning out the built up sawdust and then sweeping up the remains on the floor. The process tonight took maybe 10 minutes or so. It could take up to 30 depending on the project, but this was simple and a simple cleanup. Once he were done a sense of relief washed over him and he gave a soft smile, content with his work, both on the piece and his cleanup, proud of himself for the little thing. He’d use the sawdust for various things, filling holes once packed down, a fire starter, soaking up large spills, he always found a use fairly quickly, or made a use for it. The scraps that were too small for use or carved off were set in a bin, to be used as firewood as needed, small bits that would add up to a good fire.

Avalon flicked the switch on the wall and the room fell dark and quiet once more, the dust settling in its spots as he headed to the kitchen and leaned over onto the kitchen table, starting over at his fridge, thinking for a few moments on what he would do, unsure of what he really wanted to eat. He stood there, bent over unsure, before sneezing once from residual dust and laughing a little. He grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it a few times before pulling the remaining buttoned up shirt over his head and tossed it aside, straight into his open hamper, resting upon the day before clothes. He now stood with just his pants on, once more thinking over his hunger before opening up the fridge and freezer doors, staring at the contents, pondering to himself.

Nothing in particular hit his attention, but plenty of old classics lay ready to be consumed in the fridge. The freezer was stacked full of a few frozen meals and snacks, along with hard blocks of soup he’d made and frozen, or meat he’d cleaned and stored for a later date, packed nice and tight, neatly stacked and organized. He scanned over the contents once more, unable to really decide before his eyes gleamed over a package of pepperoni he had bought and not used yet. A wickedly delicious thought came over his mind, a dish he hadn’t had easily now for a year or two, one of his family's favorites. The thought brought a little sadness and almost pushed away the idea of making it, but then the thought once reared with a warm feeling in his brain and he decided on it, the good outweighing the back.

With ease and a ferocity the bear raided his fridge for the cold ingredients that he needed, cheese, pepperoni, a few herbs and spices that he kept in here to stay fresh, and a few other small things. Unfortunately he had not planned ahead so he still had homemade tomato sauce frozen, but for the time being a simple. Make up using some paste and canned goods should work, next time he’d use the stuff made from fresh picked tomatoes, he promised himself. From the pantry he grabbed a bag of shells, whole grain pasta shells, medium sized and immediately he put a pot on the stove with water, salt, and olive oil on to begin to boil. As that started he grabbed a few other things he needed, a glass dish with a lid for the final product, some herbs and spices from the cupboard. Ina. Second pot he dumped some canned sauce in along with tomato paste and some herbs and oils, trying to improve the basic store bought stuff a little.

Within minutes he was fully at work, pasta in the pot to boil, the sauce simmering a little, the cheese and pepperoni were ready to be used, both bags open and available. Once the pasta was cooked to the perfect consistency he strained it out and set it aside for a moment, waiting for the sauce to cook down a. Little. Tasting the sauce and finding it to his enjoyment he took it off the heat as well and stirred in the pasta with eh sauce, mixing the two until it was fully combined and mixed in, then laying out a layer of cheese in the dish and a layer pepperoni on top. Quickly the bear began to work, one layer at a time, cheese, pepperoni, and pasta, then repeat. Over and over until the dish was topped up and the pasta was used up. Topping it with one more layer of cheese to crisp the bear grabbed a pair of oven gloves and set the dish into the oven which had finally finished preheating.

Avalon finally smiled, setting a timer and quickly doing work on the dishes, washing all the used pans before setting them off to dry one after another. The pasta pot was easy, however the saucepan took a little more work, but the reason he did it now was because little was stuck on and it made life so much easier. A little tune was hummed as the bear worked, getting at what he was doing before eventually finishing up and smiling, both pots set ahead a little steamy from the hot water and drying on a rack.

He still had another 25 minutes until the dish were fully cooked, and he figured that he was done with the saws for today and after his trek out in the woods, perhaps a shower would help. He was half ready to walk to the bathroom when another lightning strike hit somewhere in the distance and the crack of the sky’s whip sounded off. He thought it best to never shower when it rained, perhaps there was truth or perhaps he believed an old wives tale, but regardless he stayed out the shower when it rained for a reason. The rain was a little louder now, clearly picking up while he worked and such. The windows were nearly dark by this point, the moon was coming out and immediately blocked by the clouds, hiding its shimmering brilliance.

Whatever he wished to do, he could not figure out, it felt like silence just enveloped him over and over again, silencing his thoughts as he pondered to himself. At this rate he knew he’d have his meal ready before he ever came up with anything. Though to say that was a negative was wrong, sometimes nothing was better than something, letting your mind unwind would give you a chance to sit back and breath. Though he would have loved to not think, he still did a little, and as a result he couldn’t keep himself from thinking of his loved ones, which only brought him a little grief, having to hold his breath for a moment and stifling a little sniffle from coming out before pushing those feelings away, trying to block them, not wanting to let them go, but not wanting to face the feelings of dealing with them. After a few heavy breaths, he leaned off the table and walked over, checking a few things, distracting himself now by cleaning some random things around the house, whatever little bits of help he had in distracting himself he appreciated.

Finally the soft sound of beeping came from his microwave, the timer had ended and his meal should finally be prepped for him. He could eat a little, then perhaps work a little more before heading to bed. Today had been a good day, this marked the end of it and he were grateful, ready for an easy evening. He shuffled his way over to the oven, dropping the things he were clearing up, albeit they didn’t really need cleared up, and he grabbed a pair of oven mitts, and carefully and barely avoided burning himself before setting the hot dish on the stovetop. The moment the door to the oven opened up he felt two things, the first being the heat, hitting him like a ton of bricks in the face. The second was the wonderful smell, something that he’d long since missed, it was like a pizza and spaghetti had a baby together and this were it’s delicious child.

He let it sit for a moment, cooling off as he shut the oven door and turned it off, leaving it a crack open to let the heat draw out quicker, but not enough to accidentally burn himself by not paying attention to his surroundings. The heat made him sweat a little and with the addition of the warmth in the room he decided to strip himself a little more, keeping on only his underwear and not a thing else, his pants and socks and shirt now all lay in the same hamper, perhaps he’d put them on to work again or perhaps not, it did feel good to be down to little to no clothes, if felt relieving and normal. 

He couldn’t help crack a smile at this point over the situation, earlier he had cried about his loved ones being gone, but now the smells, the feeling of near nudity, it reminded him all too well of his old life and that made him a little happier, something he was happy to be for a change. He was a happy bear overall in the situation he lived, but he was never truly smiling happy, more so just content, with neither anger, sadness, or happiness sweeping over him, he just felt neutral overall, which to some was dull, but he supposed for him it was fine, unspecified was just fine.

He was grabbing some plates, the clanking of plates loud, red porcelain plates grading the bottom on top, a common sound, nothing bad just loud. This was the point where things changed though, and not to do with the plates, it was the knock that came from the door, a small, yet loud three brisk knocks. This was bizarre to the bear, who could only imagine who would be knocking not only this late, but not to mention in the middle of a storm. Sure it were raining but he would have certainly heard a care roll up to him, the path was gravel and dirt, even his car, a hybrid which made not a huge amount of sound, was easy heard coming and going. Not to mention there was no way someone would walk up here, perhaps he had just heard something knocking on a log or on a trunk, he figured it was his imagination and nothing more.

He put the plate on the counter for a moment and waited, watching at the door, almost determined that it was his imagination and nothing more, perhaps him going a little stir crazy, needing a trip into town to clear his head and see some other people. It was almost a moment with nothing, where he almost agreed it were nothing when suddenly a second knock came from the door, this time it was a little louder almost with a. Bit of desperation. This time he realized it was real and he called out to the door, unbeknownst to who he was addressing, “Coming, one moment please,” before he went over to the hamper, grabbing his shirt and pants, putting on both, not wanting to be in his underwear exposed to whoever was on the other side.

He could have sworn he heard a response but it was far too quiet for him to hear, the sound being muffled out by the rain, perhaps asking to hurry. He put the articles of clothing on in a hurry, ignoring the socks and shoes, he didn’t plan to go outside the door so why need them. Looking around, he did see that there was an iron splitting axe by the door. The thought was small and minute, however he always had to be prepared, who knew what would come to him someday, he could be attacked, being out here all alone, being at the whim of some madman that wanted to get his rocks off in the woods. It was  shut away, wanting to let that thought go away and get rid of it.

The door was right in front of him, he was half tempted to shout through the door to go away or perhaps pretend that he wasn’t coming to let whoever it was go, he didn’t really have the mood to be dealing with someone willing to come to his home in the cold dark rain, but he relented, knowing full well that it wasn’t his character to just let someone be out there and to ignore them, he was not that heartless, ever. He almost put the chain on, but perhaps in the moment he had just forgotten, or didn’t think he needed to, but regardless the handle of the door twisted and the lock became unengaged as the door crept open a. Little and the bear peeked his head out, looking straight forward and initially seeing nothing.

It was only when his sight glanced down slightly didn’t he notice the first pair of ears, pointed up, almost like fat imperfect ovals, standing up on a cream head, twitching slightly and sopping wet. When he glanced down, he saw the second set of ears in addition to the head that was attached to the cream ears. It was a young rabbit girl, and when he looked down, a young rabbit boy, or perhaps they were bunnies, regardless it was two cubs. The girl was clearly older, but not by a huge amount, perhaps a year or two, yet she only looked maybe eleven or thirteen, nothing more. The boy then was probably at most ten, though he’d later learn only nine years old, yet he looked just slightly older than he were and probably always would.

Avalon was in shock, not sure what he were seeing or what was going on. They were both wearing their respective clothing, the girl in a dress with leggings, and a hoodie that didn’t quite match but she likely put on to cover from the rain, all of it was soaked through. The boy wore a hoodie, at this point only half zipped, underneath was a t-shirt that the bear recognized as being a power armor helmet from fallout. Both were soaked in addition to his jeans, not to mention the pair both had tennis shoes on, of which both pairs were covered in mud and dripping wet.

Still stunned, only just having seen them he wasn’t sure what to say to them when the girl spoke first, clearly she had respect and was courteous, speaking to him slowly but patiently, “Excuse me sir. I don’t mean to bother you, but my brother and I are in need of a place to stay for the night, and yours is the only place that we could find. We’ve been walking for a few hours and we got lost. If it's not too much trouble with you, we would be very grateful.’’ 

The bear stood there a bit shocked at first, really just reeling in the info, unsure of how to respond before realizing he had not said anything for a moment. He could not just turn these kids away, especially in the middle of the night, with the rain just pouring down on them, if not answering the door made him a monster, that would make him the king. He looked down at the girl, giving a soft sympathetic smile, still unsure of what reason they arrived here as he spoke, “Come in, you absolutely can, feel free to get comfortable.”

The young rabbit girl smiled, stopping her brother before he walked in, putting his hand around his boulder and speaking to him, “George, don’t forget to take your shoes off, and your socks, they are covered in mud.” As she said that she did the same, taking off her socks and shoes and setting them underneath the porch along with the boys both of them now barefoot as the bear opened the door and let them in, they walked in not quite unison, but they stayed nearly side to side, at least until the boy saw the bears tv and he immediately stepped forward, forgetting for a moment about his sister, ogling over it.

She almost called out to him to tell him to stop however the bear looked down at her and nodded to her with a smile that said, ‘it’s okay, he’s fine,’ before addressing both of them, “If you need to use the restroom, it’s down the hall, third door from the right, and don’t worry i live in the woods but i have indoor plumbing,” giving himself a bit of a chuckle as he did, relaxing a little, now realizing they were more so kids than murders, at least based on first impressions. 

The rabbit boy looked at his sister and she nodded at him before he scurried off to the bathroom, the sound of the door opening then closing, the faint click of the lock engaging before it went quiet down the hallway. This gave the bear time to speak with the girl about what was going on, seeing as how the older of the two probably knew more than the boy. First though, he went over to the pile of fresh laundry and found two towels in them, one blue and one orange, offering up the blue one to the girl, which she at first didn’t want to impose and take, be he eventually had her take it and begin to dry off the bits she could.

The bear was going back to the cupboard, setting the towel on the back of the chair as he did, this time grabbing two additional plates for the two cubs and setting them up ready to be filled with food. He set the hot dish back in the oven to stay hot for a while, knowing it might be a few minutes before dinner was served and not wanting to be a rude host and serve cold food when it deserves to be warm. He spoke to her as he turned back, sitting down on one of the chairs in the kitchen, a nice dark wood chair, with thin spindles running up the back and a smooth curving seat, he had made 4 despite only ever using one at a time, he liked the symmetry on all four sides of the table.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you two? It’s not very often that you see a young girl and boy traveling alone in the woods.” He looked at her, fully expected her to deflect the question, or perhaps be too afraid to answer, however she didn’t even flinch at the question and responded to him after a moment of collecting her words.

She looked up at him, her smile was gone but no tears were falling, at least not yet, “Me, my brother, and my mother and father were all camping out on Hayden wood ridge,” which the bear knew full well was a camping spot that was used periodically through the year about six miles away from here, “We were all camping and one morning we woke up and went exploring a cave nearby. Everything was normal for the most part, at least until we were finally leaving,” Avalon could tell she was beginning to tear up but before he could tell her to stop so she wouldn’t cry she continued on, this time sniffling but holding back the tears, “Me and George were the firsts to leave when suddenly a rock fell and then all of the sudden I watched at the rocks began to tumble and mud began to seal up the entrance of the cave and then it was me and George on one side and our parents on the other. We could hear them hollering at first then they got calm and spoke to us, they told us to go back to camp, that they would meet us there once they found another way out.”

“At first I didn’t want to leave, however it was when they said another exit i understood, they weren’t going to make it, i had heard them talking earlier and they had mentioned that this was the only exit, but maybe there was another i had hoped and prayed there was. I grabbed George by the arm and eventually got him to follow me back to the camp. It was a long trek on our own, but we made it and we waited. It was probably 10 hours when I finally understood and broke down and cried, i waited for George to sleep and did it in my own tent, not wanting to wake him. The next morning, this morning, i lied to him and told him that they told me should they not be back by then that they wanted us to find home, at first he wanted to wait, but once it was nearly noon he gave in and we began to walk, at first it was easy, but as the night came and the rain started it began to be harder, and quickly we got lost, until well, we found you,” she let out a soft sigh, almost of relief as she let that weight off her chest, her eyes drying up and a little smile coming onto her face as she spoke a little more, “I’m so glad we found you, if we hadn’t, I don’t know what would have happened, i just don’t want George to get hurt.” 

Her ears had drooped down a little during the story, but she caught herself and took some deep breaths, he ears spouting back up. Her fur was a cream color with some orange and hints of red strewn throughout. The pattern of her fur was spotted, at least around her arms, feet, and face and ears, likely it ran all around her. Her brother had a dark brown coating, with only one spot it looked like around his left eye, the rest of his fur as far as Avalon could tell was solid brown.

The bear responded to her, not wanting to seem like he stared after all she told him, “You don’t need to thank me, I’m glad you were able to find me. I know at night the woods begin to all look the same and without light especially on a Night like this you can't tell your hands from your tail,” this small quip gave her a soft giggle before he continued, “Not to mention you are more than welcome to stay as long as you need to, i wont kick you out, especially after everything that’s happened to you. I know how hard it can be to lose family, my wife and son both passed away in an accident, so i know it can be hard.” He figured that sharing in tragedy would possibly make her feel a little comfortable, which for a moment gave her a sour look of sadness, but then she calmed and she relaxed a little it seemed.

“Unfortunately I don’t really have a wide selection, but i think i still have some of my sons old clothing in storage that George could use to get out of the wet clothes, I’m not quite sure if i had anything that will fit you, however i might have a shirt or something that you could use to cover up so you aren’t soaking wet, i would hate for you two to get sick, the weather out here leads to that greatly in a bad storm. Her eyes flickered a little and she smiled up at him, giving him a light nod just as the toilet finally flushed, perhaps the boy had been holding it in for a while, and the sound of the sink running in background.

Avalon got up and went to a back room, passing by the young bunny boy, who seemed to smile, a sense of relief going over him as he walked by, the sound of his slightly damp pads plopping against the hardwood flooring as he shuffled by. The bear scoured through his closet, looking through until he found a boy with various clothes and toys that all reminded him of his own son, however he smiled instead of cried, the boy even after passing away was helping someone in need, a trait he had displayed early on. His son always stood up for the little guys, he always wanted to be everyone’s friend, he was a great cub, who would have been a great man. As well as the pair of pajamas he found for the boy, which would likely fit, he hoped, he grabbed a pair of underwear that was his sons in addition to one of the smallest shirts he owned for himself, a 2xl, which would have to serve as the girls nightgown, it was a solid green t-shirt.

He carried the stack of clothing in one hand, closing his bedroom door for the moment and opened the fourth door in his house, which led into the guest bedroom/study room he had created. It was fairly bland, a full size bed, a desk with a chair, a dresser and a closet that was empty. It went unused except whenever the hair needed a space to write, whether it be a story he created or just dealing with receipts and orders hard copies. He shut the door with a click, moving back into the living room area to the cubs, ready to hand off the clothes, smiling as he spoke, not looking directly at them at first, “so I found a few things that would work f…,” but he cut himself off as he noticed the pair.

Both bunnies were now sitting down on their towels, wrapped up fully to help dry them off. This was nothing odd, and he almost didn’t notice, but then he saw the pile of wet clothes they had set aside on the mat, clumped up but also nicely put so it wouldn’t drip all over the floor. His eyes glanced over to the pair and it was when he looked a little closer he could see on the inside of the towels that they were in fact nude beneath them, underwear and all. He could see nothing much except the hints of fluff underneath the towels.

The girl looked over to him and smiled, not noticing him stopping his words, “thank you very much mister. After we get dry well put them on, thank you so much for these towels as well, they are very fluffy.” The boy nodded without even being told to when she said this, clearly he was rigid when he first entered the house, but some of those icy layers melted a little and now he was a bit calmer and more relaxed, which was good after everything that happened to them.

“It was my pleasure, you don’t need to keep thanking me, something this world needs more of is a lot of kindness to others. Also since you’re here you can call me Avalon, no need for mister, we can be on a first name basis,” he looked over at the boy and spoke, “from what your sister had said, your name is George i presume?” The boy tilted his head to the bear and smiled with a nod, and the bear continued, “well it's a pleasure to have you as my guest George, feel free to relax, my home is your home. Now what is the name of the young, brave, sweet girl who i have the honor of being around,” he said as his attention turned to the bunny girl.

She gave a soft blush, not quite prepared for the compliment or anything, her white furred cheeks gave a soft blush before she spoke softly, “My name is Annabelle, but you can call me Annie mist… Avalon, and i know you said to not thank you, but to not do so for all the kindness you have shown would be oh so rude and unkind.” She smiled kindly up to him, “and this is your home, you should by all mean be telling us what to do and how to act, it's not our place to make our home.” She was a bit embarrassed, realizing that this was a strangers home, one that was showing them kindness beyond anything she could have expected. She had half planned to be hiding under a log curled up with George in her wet clothes as they waited out the storm and attempted to sleep, now she was under a warm blanket ina. House being dried off, all by a stranger who knew nothing of them and had no reason to be this kind to them.

“Oh pish-posh, don’t give me that crap,” that word made the boy unexpectedly laugh, which only reaffirmed what Avalon was saying along with making him smile a bit before he continued, “I know we just met and all, but like you said, this is my home, so my rules, which means that i say that you can easily make yourselves comfortable as much as you need to, and relax up, don’t be so hard on yourselves.” He smiled brightly and got up, stretching a little as he headed toward the oven to get the meal ready, “besides, i can tell you are two great, well behaved cubs, i doubt you would do anything that I hadn’t seen or dealt with myself.”

He once again removed the dish from the oven, it was actually just right, not super hot, but hot and steamy, the air around it glowed, basking in its brilliance. The bear sat the dish on the stove and this time he began to cut out proportions of the rectangular dish. At first it was like a Lasagna, the layers stacked up, but once he began to bring the plates over, each stacked with a hefty proportion, the layers crumbled and the dish became a cheesy and saucy delicious pile of mess.

He did a 360, grabbed his plate and returned with forks for each of them, all they would need, handing one to each of the two young, now orphaned cubs. He went to the cabinet and found three medium sized plastic cups, all clear and set one in front of the three plates, before asking the two, “had i known I’d have guests i would have gotten a. Wider variety of drinks,” he chuckled for a moment, “however i do have a few selections. A container of cherry kool-aid i made yesterday, a container of sweet tea, milk, orange juice, or i do have a few cans of dr. Pepper in the fridge cold already.”

By the ways his eyes flickered and got excited at the thought of soda, you would of thought George would have gone straight for the soda, but after a moment without guidance form his sister he merely smiled and spoke softly, his voice wasn’t quite matured, but a bit of masculinity came through the still high pitched voice, “may i have some kool-aid please?” He asked with a bright smile then Annie turned toward me and nodded asking for the same.”

The large black bear chuckled with a Smile and headed to the fridge and grabbed the container full of the red cherry liquid, “Three kook-aid it is,” he said smiling and poured out an almost completely topped out glass for all three, setting the container on the counter in case anyone wanted more during or after the meal.

“Well don’t just stare at the food, feel free to dig in, and don’t worry, if you’re hungry afterward, you can have plenty more,” his voice was loud but still managed to be soft as he plopped himself into his chair, the way they were built he had done so his read sat comfortably and managed to not give him a. Sore rear after just ten minute of sitting on the things like some chairs managed to do.

At first the cubs were a bit cautious even to this point, unsure of whether they would like the food, but after the first initial nibbles that consisted of small fork fulls of pasta, sauce and cheese, along with the occasional pepperoni, you could tell they began to rev up as they quickly consumed up the plates almost as fast as he did. They gave him a. Run for his money and probably could have done the same with his family way back, they certainly had an appetite, which he was just fine with. He still managed to finish his plate first, scraping up the last bit of cheese before going and grabbing the dish, pouring out a second helping for himself. When he went around the table, unsurprisingly both cubs both nodded when offered more, whether it was out of courteously or out of actual hunger, it didn’t matter as long as they were well fed.

Within twenty or so minutes, the trio all managed to finish up their meals, each enjoying it the fullest before finally each respectively sat back with a relaxed smile, Avalon ready to pass out into a food coma at that second, but managed to keep himself awake. The two cubs laid back, and at some point during the thing, the boys towel managed to fall so that it was hanging around the sides of the chair. For the most part he had managed to dry himself off and his brown fur was fuzzy and stood up in several places all dry and staticy.

From the angel he were at, the bear could only see the boys chest and part of his stomach, the lower half was obscured to the point behind the table. Though for some reason despite them being strangers to him, it felt normal and so he paid little to no attention, similar to how he would with his own son, noticing his sons nudity without paying much attention to it. Annie however did notice it, and began to notice how during eating her towel had move too, though only to the point where it revealed the area right above his still budding breasts, and she quickly tried to apologize and get her brother to cover up, “George, cover yourself up, don’t be rude. I’m so sorry Mister Avalon, he sometimes can't help but not pay attention and it didn’t help that half the time at home he ran around in little to nothing when he was alone.”

The boys cheeks reddened ever so slightly under those dark brown fur patches, however Avalon, not even really paying much attention, more so going with the flow waved her off and responded to her simply, “No worries, quite frankly I didn’t notice much, i mean i saw the clothes in the pile and so i knew you had nothing on under them, however I didn’t pay any mind. My son was the same way, ina act, for the longest time before i lived alone, me, my wife and him would all pretty much where whatever we wanted or didn’t wear anything if we so chose, so it’s okay, if he’s more comfortable that way he can wear what he desires, i will not judge.” The bears words were kind as he stood up, grabbed the three plates and headed to the sink, rinsing each of them off quickly before doing the same with the dish after putting the leftover contents into a storage plastic bowl for later use, enough left for a lunch even for all three, if they were even still here by then, that was something he did not want to think about, not at all.

There certainly was a few different emotions in the room now, not that Avalon particularly was paying attention, to him this odd situation felt somewhat normal and the comment he made was fairly normal, not really paying much attention to any of it. The girl was clearly a bit shocked, yet also relieved that he wasn’t mad with the duo, though a hint of intrigue as to why the bear would allow the cubs to be naked was also on her mind, did he have his own motives for this situation she wondered. The boy was startled at first by the way his sister told him to cover up, not used to, with being at home and even during the camping trip at night he was naked but maybe his socks sometimes, but now she was telling him to cover up. Once the bear did mention he felt a sense of relief, but he still wondered what his sister would think and therefore he was reluctant, until finally he decided to be happy a little, after all this bear had shown him his house and been kind to him, so he felt like he could trust him. This trust was naive and could have easily been exploited, but at least as far as initial intentions, they were placed into the right hands at that point.

The brown bunny smiled and let the towel fall once again, this time standing up and folding it up before setting it on the chair folded, though it was more so rolled up in a Clump if anything. The boy then grabbed his glass of now empty kool-aid and trotted up to the bear, holding out his cup and asked kindly, “Thank you for the meal Mister Avalon, may i please have some more kook-aid, you made it extra yummy.” He said with a. Big smile on his face, his ears for the most part stood straight up, but one flopped every so slightly at the top, folding over just a little bit, probably would be fully straight in no time.

The large black bear, who stood to the point where his stomach was the boys face level, gladly accepted the cup and quickly poured him out another glasses worth of the stuff, before handing it back to him and speaking, “You can go ahead and watch some tv if you like, i'll just finish up cleaning and your sister is finishing up her plate, so sit back and relax a little.” He said with a. Smile as he rubbed the boys head between the ears softly before pointing to where the remote was. George quickly ran off and flipped on a channel, searching through and eventually finding a cartoon that suited him nicely.

Suddenly the girl appeared next to him, the towel was still hanging over her shoulders and her hand which carried the plate in one, was sticking out of the towel, which she still clearly held against her to cover up, which he completely understood the modesty, he was a new face after all. She stood about three inches taller than her brother, not a huge difference, but she almost managed to get her face up to his chest, probably on her tippy-toes she could manage it. “Thank you so much for everything, you are probably one of the nicest strangers that I’ve ever met, you’ve been so kind and asked for nothing, why though with everything, with my brother acting normal, with feeding us, with it all?”

She had plenty of questions and to be fair, they were all fairly valid questions from a stranger. To give her a straight answer would be impossible, because there was no real reason, so he just kinda said what came to mind for him, “Well in regards to feeding you and everything, it's the least i could do, everyone deserves a little kindness in their life, and to give back that kindness so that way they too can give it out is the cycle that keep people together and gives hope. As for your brother, i dunno, maybe it's because he reminds me of my son, maybe it's cause I’m just used to it, maybe its just cause it seemed like he needed something a little normal in his life after everything that’s happened. Don’t worry though, clothes are always around for you and him, i just want you to feel safe after everything that’s happened.”

She didn’t really say much to respond but by the time that he had turned back after setting the clean plate down she managed to pull up against him, he felt her wrap around him, hugging him through the towel. This kinda caused her to have the towel ride up her backa. Little, which exposed him to her cream colored read in addition to the little ball of fluff that was her tail as it rapidly wiggled. She was probably trying not to cry, but the bear managed to hear the muffled sniffles of her as she pressed against him, a bit overwhelmed from it all.

Finally she managed to gain control of her senses and let go, the towel falling aging in place over her, albeit she didn’t seem to be holding on nearly as tight as it drooped down a little around her shoulders, hanging lower on her legs. She merely looked up at him and smiled, stepping back and wiping her eyes a little before taking a few deep breaths, eventually returning back to normal, a bit smiling and calm, maybe more of the normal that she was actually used to perhaps.

The two of them stood there for a moment, looking at one another before the shouting of some cartoon cartoon interrupted them and George let out a joyous laugh which made both bear and bunny smile. Avalon turned his attention back to the plates and dishes at hand, without even asking he refilled up Annie’s glass and told her to go sit with George and relax, she was more than welcome to change. The bunny girl nodded slightly and turned tail, walking with her glass back to her brother, she grabbed some of the clothes but he was unsure what, he paid little to no attention as his mind focused in on the sink.

Everything for a brief moment was calm, normal, happy, for a moment while he washed the dishes he listened to the tv playing in the background, the sounds of cartoons playing on them. This was the thing that he had long since missed, these moments of bliss that made him happy, that made his heart a little bit warm. He could recall plenty of nights in this exact situation with his own family, the sound of the tv playing the sound of the sink, it all flooded him with happy memories, memories that he truly enjoying and would not be forgetting anytime soon, those were the memories he latched onto with the toughest grip and refused to ever let go, this night just happened to bright them to the forefront.

The dishes were done, and he set his rage aside, his fingers damp but dried off so they weren’t wet anymore. The smell of pizza casserole has now changed to that of lemongrass soap, a fragrance he always enjoyed, he even had planted some in his old yard, so that way every time he would mow a certain spot, usually the halfway point, he’d get the fragrance and a boost in his determination to finish up. To him scent was king, no matter what it was, he always felt like scent ruled supreme, maybe it was because his nose was strong enough to pick them up, including the bad, which sometimes he hated the thing for. Citrus was always a favorite, but then he also loved almost every scent.

This did include in it, a single scent that he loved far more than everything. It was a natural scent, one that he could never forget, it was the scent of his family. Perhaps it was the natural scent his wife gave off and as a result gave to their son, it was that of which it was hard to explain. Everyone had a scent, some were good, some were bad, most were unnoticeable, but hers, hers was something different, the moment she began to grow up and when she hit puberty, it was like a beacon to him, something that attracted him to her. If they hadn’t been dating he would have tried for sure at that point. Their sons as similar, though his was almost of a mix of both parents, giving off that scent he adored oh so much which also managing to make it somewhat masculine, yet he loved his own scent so his son, the little bit he gave off at the age he was, still had a place in his heart that gave him a paternal instinct and a love for him that was undeniable.

George was still young, so perhaps that is why the little scent he gave off was still so small, though it also may be in part because of them having just spent such a Prolonged time in the rain, matting their fur and hiding the scent, but regardless it reminded him of an old friend of his from high school, one of his best friends, a lion named Archimedes, a goofball, but a lovable one. It was Annabelle that definitely gave him the most intriguing though, it was a scent that both confused and intrigued him. It wasn’t anything like his wife’s, yet is was still the femininity in it, and the way that it came off of her that was potent. Clearly she was just now hitting puberty almost, for he scent was pungent, perhaps not to normal people, but to his nose it was almost a bit unbearable when she hugged him, yet now he almost couldn’t help but sniff it in the air, fading away as she got further out from him.

That was absurd though, he said as he shook his head, not believing that even the remotest thought might cross his mind, yet it kind of had, the thought of even just hugging her once more to get another large whiff of her scent, that was unbelievable he would think it, yet he had and he couldn’t deny it to himself no matter how he tried. Well whatever the case, he shook it off and like many things he chose not to think about, he let that thought go and he quickly finished what he were doing and walked over to the couch where the pair sat. George was sitting nude as before, his black fur finally settling all about, including even at his sheath which springy was a light blue color, apparently the only part of him besides his eye that was different. Annie sat on the couch, however the towel had been ditched, and in its place was nothing as far as he chest, which exposed her cream colored budding breasts, one having a spot on it while the other was left clear and in full, they were both around the same size as each other, with perhaps the left being ever slightly larger. It was where her crotch was where she had grabbed clothes for, with a pair of iron man briefs put on. Being a small for a boy luckily they managed to fit her nicely, and with a little trimming she could easy have a decent pair of panties, but they looked good just as they were.

“Hope you found something you like, i swear i have the highest package available to me, yet it seems like i can never find anything that i like,” he remarked with a hearty chuckle and leaned onto the back of the couch, the pair both looked up at his as he looked down at them, though Annie continued to look and speak, George’s attention quickly turned back to the tv.

“Yes, George found the cartoon he liked, i swear he’s seen every episode yet he continues to watch it,” she said smiling a little before looking down at her brother and rubbing his head, giving it a gentle kiss which he pretended to hate and try to get away from, albeit an obviously fakery because he clearly enjoyed the love and attention that his sister gave him.

“Well that’s good to hear, perhaps you too will find a show that you enjoy someday that you watch over and over, i know i have the occasional show where i do just that,” he said laughing a little before covering his mouth while he let out a rather large yawn. This inadvertently caused a chain reaction which made all three of them yawn a few times each, like an unending cycle for a moment before it finally did subside and they all laughed a little, “perhaps i should show you the bedroom before i fall asleep myself.” The bear chuckled a little as he ushered them after him, both stretching and uncurling their legs as they did so.

He led them down the hall and opened up two doors, his room and in addition the guest room. He led Georgie into his room and explained that he could sleep here for the night, have the bed to himself, then quickly turned tail and showed Annabelle the guest room and told her she was able to sleep there for the night. When she quickly realized he was giving up his bed to her brother she asked him where he planned to sleep. He merely smiled and let them know he would be sleeping on the couch, something he’d done plenty of times, and stopped her from protesting before she even could start.

“Now I figure i'll let you two watch as much tv as you want in my room since there’s one in there, then whenever you’re ready, you can go to bed, i won't make you, just whenever you’re tired, okay?” He smiled widely as he spoke before letting out a content sigh and turned around and walked back down the hall, before turned back to them so he could say one one thing, “Oh and if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask,” before waving at the two and turning back and sitting himself back on the couch, this time a little more comfortable for a moment, wanting a second where he was just able to breath, it’d been an interesting night so far, and we’d see how interesting the next day would be.

After catching his breath and carefully listening and relaxing now that he could hear the cubs watching tv, he finally let himself ease up. Heading over to where the pile of clothes was, he grabbed each article and grabbed some hangers from his supply, all before he hung the pieces up on a rack near the front door, giving them time to dry up a little bit. Once they were hung up well and secure he shut the kitchen lights off and headed for the living room once more. The only light now came from the tv and it glared a blue light at him as he quickly flipped the channel over to something besides the cartoon, a random crime drama show that he enjoyed as the daily marathon continued on. Now that he felt a little more relaxed, and the feeling of calm washed over him, he set himself to get these annoying clothes off, not even thinking if the cubs would be weirded out, not really thinking anything was different than normal.

He stripped himself down until he was just in his underwear like he was oh so few hours ago, but this time he just ended up removing them as well, tossing all three pieces aside until they were all crumpled up inside his hamper. Now the bear stood tall, nude in his living room, only the light of the tv glowing on his Black and Tan body, his gut hanging just slightly over his crotch but his sheath was still plenty in view. He finally felt a. Sense of relief as every bit of him was exposed and in the air, not constrained as before. He could finally place himself down on his couch, this time his bare bear ass rested against it as he laid across the length of it, grabbing a blanket from under the coffee table and placing it over himself. The couch was actually quite large and he actually managed to barely just take of the length, and the width actually left him so if he moved at all he wouldn’t just fall off.

He was comfortable and it wasn’t probably an hour before the thought of the cubs disappeared from his mind as he began to drift off to sleep. In part it was the show he’d already seen and could easily dream while listening to, not to mention the rain which was a steady one at this point, not as heavy as before but it were steady for the Time being, with the occasional distant thunderclap sounding off. All this ended up compounding on him and eventually the bear could feel himself drifting off, the sound of the rain made him certainly sleep the soundest, he’d get a good nights sleep for sure, or so he thought.

He couldn’t tell what time it was, but at some point through the night the show had ended up flipping over from the show he liked to another, something about biology or something of that nature, he wasn’t quite sure, stuff overnight was always weird. Whatever time it was, he wasn’t woken up by the tv but actually by a hand, a small one which was pushing against his should softly. The bear at first ignored it, until the second set of pushing and stirred awake a little. The first thing he noticed was the sound, the rain had certainly picked up, not the worst he’d seen but it was loud, not to mention every maybe minute or two a thunderclap along with a bolt of lightning would hit somewhere, sometimes illuminating the house up ever so slightly.

The little hands quickly diverged and he realized there were two sets of them, and as the illumination of the tv came forth he realized that it was on two separate bodies, the cubs, who’s back was illuminated as he shifted, sitting up, the blanket falling so it covered one leg, but the other was bare, including part of his crotch, which either the cubs didn’t noticed being directly in front of it, or did not care. He stirred some more and before he could even ask Annie was already speaking, clearly embarrassed at having to do this, but still doing it regardless, “Avalon, I’m sorry to bother you, but we cant sleep, the sounds, its just, so loud, can you come be with us, please, I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t need to, but it's even a little scary for m….”

Before she finished the bear rested his paw on both of their shoulders and rubbed gently, smiling as he did, giving them a nod as he then wrapped one arm around each of them, hugging them tightly briefly before letting go and smiling, “Sure, come on, lets go hang out in my bedroom, it has the best soundproofing in the whole house.” As he helped himself up using the couch a little and placed a hand on both of their heads rubbing slightly then following the two as they walked down the hall, clearly a bit relieved at this point.

The tv was left on in the living room, it was fine, he wasn’t too worried, and when they entered the bedroom the tv was on as well, it let out a blue glow similar to that of the living room. Without even mentioning anything or saying much he walked over to the bed, briefly exposing them to his bear butt before crawling under the cover and sitting in the middle of the king sized bed. “Well good thing this bed is extra big or else we might not all fit,” he said chuckling before letting them shuffle over, George on his right and Annie on his left. He’d been in somewhat similar situations before, though usually their son was between him and his wife, whereas now he had the two of them, one on each side of him, a bunny sandwich with a bear filling.

Without really thinking he wrapped a big gentle arm around both and pulled them in close, slouching down himself so his head was on the pillow and both of them were on either side. Initially they laid a little on either side with a. Little gap in between, however as his hands slowly rubbed up and down each of their respective ears he could feel the warmth of each bunny body against his. George turned on his side and his right cheek rest gently on the bears chest, his body curling up against his, to the point where he could feel the young bunnies body, especially that sheath of his pressed against his stomach almost, rubbing slowly as he adjusted himself. Annie still layed kind of on her side, however she seemed to approach just the same, getting close and rubbing her side against his, even to the point where she almost layed a little on top of him. The underwear she wore was pressed just slightly above his thigh, and he felt the elastic band of it against him, then the feeling as she wrapped both of her arms against his, holding them like that of a stuffed animal to keep secure. Both cubs seemed to rest easy, and eventually despite being uncomfortable at the weird position they put him in, all three managed to end up falling asleep as the rain outside continued to hammer on.

For the most part the night went smoothly from then on, occasionally the bear felt one or the other adjust or tighten their grip when scared but it seemed like he’d fall asleep almost instantly after being stirred. The night was rough at first, but luckily it calmed fairly quickly once the three came together they’re night seeming to end in quite the odd way despite only having just met, however he couldn’t complain, perhaps it was for the best, he wanted someone to hang out with, and even if it weren’t the best situation, he still managed to have a good time, and he hoped they did the same.

It wasn’t super apparent at first what had happened, but a little bit of Avalon knew that something had managed to change since the last time he woke. It was something simple yet big, so he should know it. Finally when the bear decided to move his right arm did he finally realize what it was, George had vanished from it. The room was near silent now and he actually heard the sound of cartoons on in the other room, realizing now that he had just gone to watch them turned up out there. Thinking he’d go say hello he was ready to sit up when he felt the coiling of arms around his left side as a pair wrapped around him tightly, making him realize that Annie was still there.

For a moment he froze, not wanting to disturb her, but perhaps she heard the laughs of her brother or perhaps she felt him begin to stir as well as the bunny girl, who’s body now was lying almost half on the bears began to stir. At first it was obvious she had not idea what was going on, almost ready to jump, but then the tension let out of her as he felt her grip loosen a little and her body rest against his a little more. Her breathing was steady but calm, and she was fully starting to wake up but she didn’t realize he was awake. He thought he’d let her leave on her own and not have to explain anything so he merely pretended to stay asleep, his eyes shut tightly and his breathing stayed in routine. Avalon merely thought that she would get up and leave after a moment, joining her brother to be with him as she had been the past several hours.

However she didn’t, despite what he believed what would happen the moment she woke up. Instead of leaving he felt her be drawn in to him, her hands rubbing up and down his stomach as her right leg rubbed up and down his own, her little foot paw rubbing against his thigh at that moment. He could feel her, she had actually turned all the way, at this point her body curved against his. From the feeling of her head resting on his chest, to her young breasts pressed up against his chest, to even the feeling of, of not the underwear shed worn, no at this point he could feel a warmth coming from her crotch that pressed against his side, it was warm, and soft, and even the slightest bit damp as it pressed into him, her legs then holding onto him almost trying to wrap around his leg.

Some point during the night she must have lost the panties, most likely by accident, surely shed notice any second that they were gone and that they were both naked against one another, the shy girl would surely realize that. However even as she continued to grind gently against his side that moment of clarity did not come, she did not ever go for them, did she actually remove them intentionally? Regardless of whether she did or not, it was very apparent that she did not care, that to her, this moment of being nude on nude was perfectly acceptable, that this was fine by her and everything was alright by her. He could feel the way she moved, she wanted to be closer, she wanted almost to hold onto him tightly, like that of a big teddy bear, so he figured he would allow the scared girl that.

For a moment she probably had no idea what was going on, but very quickly she probably realized what the bear was up to. Both of her hands let go for a brief moment as his arms wrapped itself underneath her and helped adjust the two of them with a slight squeal from the girl as the bear rested her now belly to belly, chest to chest on top of one another. There was no point in hiding his alertness now, if she didn’t know, shed be the most oblivious person he’d ever met in his life he figured. Both his hands quickly and quietly wrapped around her back, rubbing both at the top and the bottom of her small frame, running up and down the length. He could feel her hands tighten up around him just the same, now realizing that the bear was aware but also didn’t mind. 

“Avalon, I’m scared, I don’t know what I’m gonna do with George or where we’ll go, mom and dad were the only people that we really had family for, the rest of our family lived far away or we didn’t really know,” he could feel her eyes begin to well up a little bit as she spoke, her fear and emotions taking over, the position they were in was compromising and it let her emote truly the way she felt safe to do so.

He didn’t have to say much, he merely opened his eyes and looked at her, the sun was beginning to shine in through the window and it gave them both a clear view, though Avalon had recovered the two in a blanket so now, so now her head and ears were the only bits sticking out from the blanket, he soft cream face with tears running down it. His hand let go of the small of her upper back, his hand wiping up her tears softly, before giving a gentle rub to her cheek, smiling back at her before making a silly face to get a laugh out of her, which luckily he did, and didn’t just look insane to say the least. She was smiling now at least which was always good, it meant things were a little better.

Her chest rose and fell, pressing against his, almost in tandem by accident, one after the other, in sync despite not trying, at least he doubted either of them were trying. He watched he as her head came to rest toward the top of his chest, right below his neck, and her voice emerged once again, quiet and calmer this time, “Please be honest with me, since i believe you are a good bear at heart like you say you are. My mom and dad used to warn me about people wanting to do things with us as we grew up, to stay away from them because they would hurt us, they never said how, but they said they would do bad things, and to never trust them. My mom especially always told me, especially now that I’m growing up, that i should never be naked around others, not even George,” her voice began to trail off before she focused herself once more and continued, “what i want to know, is that if you are a bad man or a good man, because I don’t think you’re bad, you’ve only been good, but i never ever got naked around anyone after mom told me that, even her, but with you I didn’t mind, you made me feel safe and secure, i wanted to, you didn’t force me.”

The bear was a bit surprised by all that, she wasn’t accusing him more so than just asking him, but he was still a little shocked, perhaps because of his nature that he didn’t even factor in the fact that he might be considered pervasive, or that he may actually be a sexual deviant wanting them just for their bodies. Sure he had one or two thoughts in addition to a few dreams that he now recalled, of perhaps not the most clean activities, however he never really took himself as being a forceful monster. He looked down to her, she still laid with her head tilted to the side and he rubbed it some more as he spoke, gently massaging her large ears, “I will gladly tell you everything you want to know, truth and all, not just what you want to hear. I didn’t invite you in to do anything to you, i merely did because I couldn’t watch you all be stuck in the rain alone and cold. I didn’t let George and even you strip because i could watch you go around naked and without restraint, i did it because i wanted him and you to be comfortable and i knew at least he wanted it, so i saw no harm, especially in how i raised my son as well, he reminds me very much of my boy, him and George would have been great friends. If you are ever uncomfortable being naked or with anything i do or that you’re doing, you never have to continue, this is meant to be a safe space for you, somewhere you can truly feel at home, and that includes around me as well. I will gladly tell you anything you want to know about my past, anything I’ve done, I’m not afraid to share, but just so you know, i will never hurt, or throw you out for not doing something you don’t want to do, the same goes for George.”

He heard sniffles once more, thinking he had said something wrong, something to upset her, but then she looked up at him, her face had a smile on it, “You truly are the best thing to happen to us with everything that has gone on, I’m sure my mom and dad would be grateful we found you.” Her voice quivered a little but they were with tears of joy that she needed up wiping away on the bear chest a little before laughing a little, wetting his chest a bit in the end.

“I’m glad you think that, though i would wonder if they would be totally okay with you and George lounging around in your birthday suites with a strange man, especially you laying on top of one, seeing as how at some point in the night you decided to take off those undies so you could be all naked with me and George,” he said as his eyes caught hers, a deeper shade of red coming onto her face than ever before, now was truly embarrassed, having been caught.

She was a bit lost for words as she tried to muster up a bit of reasoning behind it, her words falling out like failed words, “I mean, i was just um, it was super hot under the blanket and well i um, well it just seemed okay since you and George were, and i thought that everything, since they were also a little too big anyway and got caught at one point and then….,” she quickly trailed off, realizing her explanation just kept going on over and over, knowing it had no effect.

The bear below her merely smiled and his hands wrapped around her tightly, squeezing her tightly and whispering softly, “whatever makes you happy, is fine by me, as long as my little bunny feels safe.” He said those last words which gave her a pause and then another pause with more embarrassment as the bear leant into her, his lips pressing gently against her nose before leaning back on the pillow, “Just a few ground rules for your stay, because yes you are staying, before you even ask. First off, no need to hide things, if you have questions or anything just ask. Second, let your brother make his own decisions, i know you care for him a lot, i can tell that very much so, but he’ll need to make his own choices and do his own thing so he can grow up and be just as strong as you. Third and lastly, just have a good time, this is your home, as long as you aren’t like breaking stuff, anything in the living room, the bedroom, the shower, it's all yours to use, same with George. If you’re hungry, feel free to eat, if you’re bored, you can read whatever book, play whatever game, watch whatever show you watch, just be happy. Deal?” He said as he looked down at her, the smile returned to her face as she nodded and spoke one word, “Deal.”

There was a moment of peace where nothing was going on, they just looked at each other smiling a little, his little bunny, her big bear, their little George, everything seemed like it might be okay. She was a curious bunny though and broke the silence immediately before it could be enjoyed any longer, not that he minded, “Can you tell me about your family, and you don’t need to hide anything, i want to know it all, since you said any questions i could ask.” Apparently she was a bit of a smart as too, immediately taking that ground rule into effect, he laughed though, he enjoyed it.

He nodded and set her off himself for a moment, almost missing the feeling of the young girl on top of him as he adjusted himself, sitting back so his back lay on a pillow behind him against the backboard. He easily grabbed her waisted and plucked her up before sitting her on his own lap, she was a bit on her knees, but the majority of her weight, which wasn’t that much, was on her butt which now sat idly waiting on his thighs. Her beautiful red eyes stared to his blue eyes, hers were a beautiful shade, something that of a ruby, shimmering, waiting for story time. While it took a moment to adjust, he quickly enjoyed the feeling of having the girl on his lap, the way that she felt against his thighs and the warmth her rear provided, not to mention the view that he got, the young girls body in full sight, her cream breasts just inches away. Perhaps it was the view and thoughts on her, or perhaps it was the stories he told her, but one way or another, by the time his stories wrapped up, he may not be forcing her to be sexual, but he certainly would be exposing himself to her.

“Alright, well i guess I’ll tell you everything i can, everything that i can think of that you want to know and don’t want to know,” he said in a calm relaxed voice as she nodded in anticipation. The story was fairly long, probably took him all in all maybe 30 minutes to tell, but George didn’t pay any mind, perhaps he’d found the fast forward button and figure out how to skip commercials, because he never once interrupted them, only once they left later did he pay them any mind.

As stories go, it started off a bit slow, but as Avalon described the love of his life, the way they grew up together, everything seemed to be quite a magical thing to her, to him it was just his life, even as amazing with his wife as it was. He spoke of the things they did growing up, the way they had been together, the love that they shared, and the happiness they brought each other. Initially he was wary of saying it all, but he promised her the truth, including some of the more exciting parts of their life. While he never explicitly said every sexual event that ever occurred, the bear did freely tell her about his wife and them, and how they had sex for the first time, the way that they first discovered their bodies. He also described one other major sexual event, which was the dad his son was conceived, which albeit was not the most interesting event, though they were trying for a child so it wasn’t like just an accidental love session, it was a planned and well romantic event. He ended up skipping some boring points, but got all the important things down, including how they acted, how they were together, and while they weren’t detailed, he freely told Annie that they have been sexual active even with their son in the room next door, that they had a passion that never quit.

It was certainly quite a lot of them all to take in, and he felt like he probably droned on certain parts more than he needed to, but for the most part he felt content with everything he had said, “I hope that answered all your questions, I’m sorry if it was a bit long, i feel like i can certainly talk a little too much.” He voice cracked a little toward the end, but he laughed and cleared his throat.

Annie nodded, she was certainly taking all the info in, and it was plenty of info to take in, that’s for sure. The bear had told her lots of information, plenty of things that probably he shouldn’t have, but she asked and he obliged, because he was being honest with her, and to her that made him that much better. It was the discovery part that resonated with her, and she for a moment thought of herself, getting these questions, the way her body felt, and how it seemed to line up with the bears wife. This confused and embarrassed her even more, she quickly had to sweep the idea of it out her, because for a brief moment she envisioned that learning, but not with someone her own age like the bear had, but actually with the bear and the way that he had learnt with his wife, she almost wanted to learn, but she knew that was wrong.

She thought that and that the bear would be disgusted with her on the idea and she tilted her head to look down embarrassed when she noticed her that the bear too had had some feelings over the stories. When she looked down she noticed coming from what used to be just a black bulge on his crotch was now a fairly large blue rod pressing out from it. This was somewhat round, but the head looked bigger than the rest of it, and it was, well big. She had only ever seen something similar once before, her father once time had gotten out the shower when they were swapping and his towel fell and he saw his, but it was smaller than this, the bears looked bigger and it also looked so shiny.

She felt her cheeks flush a little more as she turned back up the bear who was a little confused, not fully noticing what had happened down below until suddenly he looked down and realized that his dick was far out his sheath and all 7 inches were exposed to their girl, “Oh Annie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize, I’m sorry if this is weird, I didn’t realize when i was telling the stories it was appearing, had i known i would have stopped so you didn’t have to see this.”

For a moment she was embarrassed then she realized that the bear felt bad, he didn’t think she wanted it, that he thought it were his fault, he was apologizing, but she did want it, even though she was afraid to tell him. He was ready to cover up himself with a blanket when she put her hands on his arm and stopped him speaking softly, “You don’t have to, its okay, i um…..I don’t mind, you’re actually bigger than my dads, i once saw his after a shower, and well, yours is, um….,” the words were once again at a loss, but this time she managed to come together and find words again, her hands resting off his arm as it dropped the blanket and suddenly she put both her hands on his thighs and looked up at him, “Can i touch it? If it's okay with you, i never have, and i have these thoughts sometimes, even when you were telling me your story.”

Her arms were shaking a little, and he wasn’t quite sure fully what she meant by thoughts until he looked down passed his cock and looked at her crotch. Now he understood a little of what she meant, her lips were almost a bright red, not quite swollen, but clearly her hormones had kicked in and she were clearly experiencing ones of her first heats. This was truly dangerous though, because rabbits had some of the most intense heats, as far as he’d heard, so he could only imagine what this girl was experiencing, the thoughts going through her head with nobody to guide her, he knew she or even he could hurt her if things went wrong. His hand gently reached down to her thigh and began to rub at it slowly before he nodded, giving her permission to do as she requested.

As soon as he gave Annie permission she began to tremble a little, her arms shook on his upper thighs. Perhaps it was a bit of fear, perhaps it was a simple bit of excitement, or perhaps it was her body reacting to a real adult male in such an important time. It almost seemed like she may say never mind and she would just give in and stop after seeing, but she pressed on and that changed when her hands both respectively grabbed a part of his length. Her hands were so small and soft that they managed to both fit on the length of his shaft with ease. They both felt the same thing, but from different ends, the feeling of warm and soft shaking bunny paws holding onto warm, horny, throbbing bear meat. It was a tense moment, both of them watched and waited to see if the other would react, eventually Annie moved her paws slowly, rubbing at his shaft, while not intentionally masturabating him, more so just rubbing at his blue shaft like polishing almost using her tender bunny paws.

It took a lot of restraint to not want to just take her hands off and jerk himself off at this thought right now, his cock already throbbing more than normal at the thought alone, plus the ever so soft touch of her paws on his cock tickled him and turned him on greatly. His foot paws scrunched and tighten around fabric at the base of the bed as he clenched them down, trying to distract himself, but also the way his body was reacting truly to this sensation. Not to mention he was biting his lips a little at the same time, desperately trying to stifle any form of noise, not out of embarrassment or lack of want to, but because he didn’t want to seem creepy to this child for enjoying this so much. It felt like an eternity that she played with him, it was wonderful, but just as evil as being edged over and over, she’d stop to look and as a result he’d lose the tension, then suddenly she’d start once more and it would bring him close to the edge. 

Finally he hit a point where he couldn’t handle it and would be cumming no matter what, but he didn’t want to do it in front of this girl, no while she was doing this to him, so he stopped the lip biting and spoke to her, “Annie, I’m sure you’re having fun, but i think you should stop, i think I’m getting close to, well i spoke on it, and I don’t think that now is the time for that.”

She looked up at him for a moment, listening to his words, and perhaps it was that hint of smart as that he sensed earlier, or perhaps it was just her body reacting, but she spoke for a moment, “but you said if i was having fun i could do whatever. I’m having fun, it seems like you are, so why not?” With that her paws continued to rub, perhaps knowing more than she even said her hands wrapped a little tighter and worked him truly which just made it almost impossible to stop.

With everything she had done it was far too late, and he knew it, his toes curling against the bed tightly for a moment  before tensing the other way all splayed out as a shiver ran up his spine the moment of climax. If her face had been facing forward another half inch perhaps she would have been hit directly in the face, however she got lucky, or unlucky, however she saw it as the bears head tilted back and suddenly the throbbing became rhythmattic with six large ones, each sending up an equally large and viscous mass of cum into the air before splashing down onto the bears crotch. All of them landed either on his crotch or back on his cock, which ended up getting her hands sticky, except for the last shot, which she may have accidentally leaned forward looking up as they flew in the air because the last glob ended up landing right between her upper lip and nose, which to say the least made her jump ever so slightly, almost a hop while sitting down.

The bear huffed for a moment, his eyes closed as he breathed a little, catching his breath ever so slightly, at least until he thought he was good, at which point he looked back down at Annie, expected her to have fled the bed, but instead she was surprisingly invested even more, wiping off the cum with her finger then sniffing it for a moment, at first her head flicked back in disgust, but upon the second sniff and third she didn’t push back as much and she seemed to be sniffing it more, perhaps her body realized the scent and became accustomed to it and even enjoyed it a little. Avalon had to think for a moment on the revelation he just had, but once he sniffed the air and his head cleared a little he recognized the scent from before, realizing just what it was, and where it came from. It was what he thought, knowing full well that is was her heat, the warmth and tenderness of it, the way it was supple and heavy as a scent but so delicate just the same, it was so pungent, so viscous, and yet he loved it, he could easily swim in the scent of it, enjoy it for a while.

She looked down at her fingers and then back at him, he could tell she was going to ask a question, and he knew the exact question and without asking he nodded, which she understood and smiled lightly chuckled then speaking on something else, “That was fun, but ummm, i still feel really weird, like, my um,” but he knew exactly what she was going to say, he looked down behind his now slowly shrinking cock as it spurted little globs out and saw that she was just as red, if not redder, her body still was in heat and she had been so kind to him, he pondered if what he were thinking were right, thinking it insane of him to do, but decided it was worth it.

He took both his now free hands and scooped her up, wrapping his hands around her waist and dragging her up his body so now her rear rested gently on his used cock, cum now staining her cheeks as he sit her up on him, leaning her a little though, her legs spread open to expose her crotch to the cool morning air. His voice was gentle in her ear, loving but also unsure, “If you want, i will help you, but i won't if you don’t want me to.”

He waited for a response, waited for her to stand up and go wash off, waited for anything, until she nodded her head up and down and her breath seemed to tighten up a little almost in anticipation. He understood, and he wanted to do everything he could for her, to show her how to feel good, but he still wasn’t sure if this was truly right, yet regardless he went ahead with it, knowing this was what he was committed to.

His large bear paw worked its way down her body, starting on one of her young breasts, of which of the budding two, as soon as he touched them, a gasp came about, clearly they were extremely sensitive to her. He caressed the young beautiful thing, it was soft, the fur was delicate, and he could feel with every rub the potential of them, but for now, they were perfect, and he knew that. His hand moved down, it traces every inch of her stomach, swirling around for a moment to feel the smooth young tummy about, it was precious and she still has her feminine yet cubist features. Her body was so tender, so little time in this world, so much potential, she did truly remind him of the first time that him and his then girlfriend first ever explored each other’s bodies, the way their hands wrapped around every curve, every piece and bit.

It wasn’t until his hand worked its way down from her stomach finally to her thigh and gently brushed over her budding lips did she let out another gasp, this time though she did attempt to muffle herself,  a bit embarrassed by the thought of it, yet not wanting it to stop ever. Then a second brush, just slowly over the lips, enough for his pads to touch them but nothing more than that, which he didn’t know if it were more mean or pleasuring, possibly a little of both, a happy tease to say the least. It was decided for the best that the teasing needed to stop, after all he didn’t want her getting mad, so instead of rubbing over slightly each time, this time the bears hand rested on her crotch, his index finger rubbing up and down the length of her supple slit, the warmth of it wrapping around his index finger, he could feel it begin to dampen up a little as he did so, her body clearly loving it as he could already feel her arching her back slightly, not to mention the shivers that ran up and down her length.

His body was pressing against hers, almost in just an instinctive way where the two were rhythmic, when she curved he did too, keeping them together in sync. Next thing he knew he finger began to press in more and already he could tell she was pushing her limits on pleasure, the way her body rocked and shook showed just how much she was loving it, but also her inexperience. Her body had not experienced pleasure like this before and the way it was going he had a feeling it wouldn’t need much else, he hadn’t even made his finger in to the knuckled and she was already gasping and quivering, her body ready to finish. It was almost like her back kept seizing the way it curved and curved itself, rocking back and forth in his lap, grinding her ass against his crotch. He hadn’t even begun to think of what would happen should he even begin to play with her clitoris when she suddenly turned her head and buried it into his chest and her body seized up, her legs wrapped tightly, trapping his hand into her crotch and she mumbled a rather large for her scream into his chest. While she was still developing and no where near anything like that of squirting, he could still manage to feel the presence of something, perhaps a bit of her cherry breaking, perhaps a bit of the beginning of an orgasm, but regardless she went rigid for a moment then her body relaxed, finally relaxing a little bit as her breath huffed against his chest, her body shaking a little still but eventually calming, enough for him to move his finger, slowly as to not tease her too hard while she were still sensitive, and he looked down, noticing no blood, meaning she either had broken it before or not yet at all, either way he saw the wet spot on the bed between their legs and smiled, knowing he’d have to change the sheets, and maybe more than once this week.

Her voice was soft and tender, still trying to fully catch her breath as she spoke, “Thank you Avalon, I don’t ever wanna leave. I love you.” She spoke in here foggy state, and those words surprised him a little, her body now calm and resting, her chest rising and falling fairly rhythmically, and all he managed to say back though was, “I love you too my bunny.” Her ears flicked lightly at the words and though he couldn’t see it, she radiated a smile, bright and happy.

The pair just laid where they were, not really moving much, caught too much up in the tender moment, not quite knowing it at at this point, but they were at least at the begin stages of their exploration, and that things would only continue to develop, there would be much more to come from these two over the next few days and so on. For this moment though they each merely smiled respectively, thinking and letting their thoughts cloud with a bit of joy, a joy that Avalon hadn’t gotten to experience in quite some time, which he was grateful to have for a change.

It felt like they could stay there for an age, perhaps even go farther than they had, enjoying each other’s bodies a little more in the process, however a different part of their bodies had something else in mind. One after another the two felt their stomachs rumble, first was Annie’s stomach, then almost as if it were calling back to her was avalon’s stomach. This caused a bit of a laughter overall, making the two of them chuckle slightly and they decided it was perhaps for the best to get up and go. There would be plenty of time for more things to come, at least both of them secretly hoped so individually.

However, when they attempted to get up one, something Avalon hadn’t quite planned ahead for was the sheer amount of stickiness that his cum had created between the two of them. It was like trying to pull two carpets apart from each other after having put a glob or a few of glue in between the two of them. The bear had almost felt his fur being pulled out when he paused the bunny, holding onto her stomach for a moment to allow himself to slowly separate the two, luckily the inner parts had no nearly crusted up like the outer bits given the short time they had pressed it together. Now the bear’s crotch smelt of cum, along with the young bunnies bottom from where she sat during their lovely yet brief cuddling session. A very small and almost undetectable line surrounded the area which the cum was present, only really the smell being the factor that showed the incident.

While he didn’t mind the smell, honestly enjoying the scent of cum personally, and Annie seeming to grow fonder of the smell with every whiff, most likely caused by her ever growing heat, they did however have some dignity and would not make George subjected to their own personal fun times, not to mention it was better to get it off before it hardened, that was something Avalon had learnt after a long love session with his wife which ended up causing her back fur to be stiffer than a teen cubs gym socks after learning what masturbation was.

They didn’t necessarily hide that they were showering, though they never really announced it to the boy, merely slipping into the bathroom one after another, George preoccupied with his show. It was a brief, but enjoyable shower, lots of rinsing off, some soap, and for a few moments to help relax her once more, Avalon had helped her to get off once more. With the help of the shower head, which was adjustable and movable, made it significantly easier and very quickly her legs were shaking and she merely fell face first into the tub, only stopp as the bear grabbed her arm, helping lower her to her needs as her breath steadied and her reddened lips quivered tightly from the orgasm.

She took a Few moments but eventually they managed to get her back to her feet and finished washing off, not bothering with every area, just mainly the cum spot along with any spots that had previously gotten muddied from the trek through the woods. Once she was clean, and her body was calm, they both worked on him, scrubbing quickly and making sure that he were clean as well, also getting the shower he hadn’t wanted the night prior but hadn’t had the opportunity for. Annabelle worked on the lower half while he worked on his upper half, which perhaps was fine, though he was sure she spent a good portion of it rubbing his dick and enjoying it too much. Luckily for him, between the recent orgasm and his own sheer will he managed to keep himself from getting hard and giving her exactly what she wanted, which he almost enjoyed doing, almost a small game of cat and mouse, or bear and rabbit as it would quickly become with how much they did it.

They were nearly done showering when the curtain suddenly burst to the side, sending both reeling back a little, the bear backing up and poor Annie jumping almost a good inch having been lost in what she was doing. The perpetrator was none other than George, with a sour yet playful look on his face as he stood staring at the two, his hands clenched in fists as he stared at the two.

“No fair, you two got to shower and you didn’t even ask me. I’m all stinky from the rain yesterday and i wanna shower too,” the boys tone was childish yes still almost a little disappointed, like he actually felt insulted. Yet regardless without even a word from either of them, he merely crawled his way into the shower, splashing a little water on the floor of the bathroom before closing the curtain up behind him and sitting under the stream, his hands now crossed on his chest as he asked, Well more so demanded, “Since you two were so mean, you should wash me.” He said as he looked over to both the bear and Annie, both of their furs already soaked and now George’s starting to get their.

It was almost immediate but everyone slowly began to laugh, the situation going from a somewhat serious order to an instantly hilarious one. Luckily for the bear he was already fully rinsed off by the time they were interrupted, because now George was in the direct center of the three, with Avalon completely out of the showers path, at least from where it was hooked up, and Annie just underneath it, getting splashed anytime George cocked his head a certain way. It was certainly cramped up in here, they definitely would need to find a bigger shower or something if they ever planned to do this again, considering the cold wet tiles now pressed against the bears back, sending shivers down his spine.

While it was a tad cramped, it was still enjoyable, like a family, Well Slightly dysfunctional family all enjoying a little quality time together, showering, after two of them mutually masturbated each other, so maybe a little more than slightly, perhaps the word quite would better suit it. No matter the case though, this little snippet of joy was truly remarkable and he could not complain one bit about it, he didn’t want these times to end, none of it, he just hoped that they’d spend perhaps another night or two, or as many until they no longer could. This was truly the thing that he had been missing, these small little moments that he never wanted to forget, the things that brought him oh so much joy.

It might not be biological, it may not even be legal, however they were in fact his, whether they were his children, his sweethearts, his loves, or just plainly his bunnies, whatever they were, they were his and he was theirs at the end of the day it was something he didn’t plan to change. 

In probably less than twenty four hours times, this bears life had complete change and done a one eighty from where it was before. Not only had the cubs been a. Part of it, but perhaps another part of the bear that he had long lost finally began to emerge. They had someone to look out for them, in addition to that he had someone to finally take care of, something that perhaps he had needed all along, the need to care and to embrace was something he had lost and as a result lost a true part of himself with, however now he finally had something, something he could hold onto and really push him forward day to day, to bring him a new passion every single day.

As the bear looked down at the pair he smiled, thinking for a moment once more then speaking up, his voice coming back like it had once before, the tender and loving sound of it, the fatherly way he spoke to them oh so kindly, “Does pancakes sound good to you?” He chuckled lightly and leant over, rubbing both of their heads as he spoke. Each of them both looked up with a big smile and if it hadn’t been for the curtain in their way, perhaps both might have jumped out the shower and ran down the hall, the look of happiness and excitement on their faces was complete and unwavering.