The White Cock Inn Chapter Two


"Err, It is just I; Your humble Innkeeper. Might I have a word with you, sir?" Liam spoke, Garr in turn growled softly, shoving Remy off his junk, as the tiger looked disappointed about not getting a load of daddies seed in his muzzle.


"Grab yer clothes and hide in the closet... yer sire would like a word with me," The old bear grunted, shoving Remy across the room and into the closet. Before walking back over to his pack, taking out a fat bear dildo carved from the tusk of a Mammoth. Garr laid it out in plain sight, along with the jar of scented grease he had used to get inside that tiger's tailhole. The room was filled with the scent of anal sex, so Garr hoped this would keep the older tiger from asking too many questions. He threw on a robe, but left it unbelted so that his erection was jutting out. And then yanked the door open, to look straight into the eyes of the startled tiger.


  "Yeah... What do ya want to talk about?" Liam's eyes rolled slightly in shock, as he saw the half dressed bear. The feline's nostrils twitching as his nose was assaulted by the scents in the room, stepping inside quickly, Liam closed the door.


"I Uh... just came to warn you... that we have a drunken customer who sometimes knocks on guests' doors and asks them for sexual favours," the innkeeper explained, as he noticed the dildo and jar sitting on the bedside table. "Not that it's any of my... that is to say... most guests simply don't wish to be bothered by that kind of thing."


"Zat all?" Garr said with a faint smile, moving over to prod the big feline with his erection. He half expected the tiger to take a swing at him, but Liam just blushed, looking at the bear wide eyed for a long moment.


Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree after all. Garr thought with a smirk, as Liam at last seemed to come to his senses... no doubt thinking about that pretty wife of his.


"Yes... yes that is all. If you're bothered in any way just let me know, I'll have the boys escort the troublemaker out. Hav.. hav.. have a good night." Liam stammered, as he fled the room, a blush on his wide pink feline nose.


  "Hehe,I just did," Garr chuckled, closing the door and tossing his robe before strolling over to the closet. "Alright slut, you can come out now... daddy is ready for round two in that sissy boi pussy." The hefty bruin snorted, the feline dropped his clothing and ran over to the bed.


.....


After training Remy's rump five more times, he at last settled in for a pleasant night's sleep. Garr awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast on the tray, and a set of pretty tiger lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. It seemed that he had been so exhausted the night before, that he hadn't even bothered locking his room door after Remy had limped off. Smiling as fondly as he was capable of managing, the big bear reached down to stroke the younger feline's furry ears.


"Ammm nothing like a good morning blow, but tomorrow morning send yer sis up here. She's gunna need plenty of training as well... I wanta try her mouth and break in that tailhole to get those ready for pleasing paying travellers. Because that slut is gunna be a real cash grab, once the roads open and folks start travelling again," Garr chuckled, as he felt Remy gulping down his first cum of the day. Garr knew that it wasn't about to be the last time one of these weak minded feline bitches served his pleasure.


  Remy was still whimpering as he finally finished swallowing, his paw continuing to pump his cock. His jaw ached, and his throat had likewise suffered the thrust of the bruin's battering ram, but he could not stop himself from wanting more, craving more, eyes half lidded with need and cursing his limitations while he plaintively lapped at the bear's balls, settling for the salt tang of the bear's nut sweat during the bear's refractory period. And like the loose cunt his brain had become, Remy's usefulness was beginning to dwindle in terms of his interest. Broken toys just were not much fun, Garr snorted and thought about what he would do next.


At least until something piqued Garr's interest, something that stuck out like a lighthouse beacon amidst the growing fog of the tiger's mindless submission. Curious, he investigated only to come to the realisation that it was a kind of... confusion on Remy's part. Like an imperfection on the increasingly grandiose shrine the tiger had built to Garr in his mind. That, while he went back about his chores, Remy would catch glances of Nigel sulking about, his older brother muttering to himself and scowling while he himself had been basking in the radiance of his daddy bear.


  The bear retreated from the tiger's mind at the same time that his paw pressed on Remy's forehead, roughly pushing him off. A growl of confusion and hurt sprang like a wound from Remy's mind at being denied his worship time, his eyes wide and his feelings hurt only to have Garr idly reach a paw out to caress Remy's jaw.


"I have to take a piss, Remy. Go on. To do chores with you. And... Remember.. Your sister..."


Garr's lips mimicked a well practised smile and just like that, Remy's entire devotion swaddled his feelings in understanding and the pleasure at being able to be useful to his daddy. His paw wiping his muzzle before nodding enthusiastically and dressing himself, chancing a glance back and sheepishly waving before leaving the bear to his business.


A smile, that on any genuine male's face would've radiated warm kindness, sat on Garr's snout in front of cold beady eyes until the door closed, and then crashed down into a deep resentful frown.


"....Nigel."


The word spilled from his lips as if he'd stepped in shit and an irritated growl reverberated in the bruin's throat. Already his cock was growing cold, and his balls full with seed once more as he turned to get up from the bed, his anger palpable, brows stormy and furrowed as he trudged his way towards the privy. Normally, the scent of a male's spit on his cock would've earned a cocky sneer on the lustful bastard's face, the warm tingling sensation of his piss clearing out his pipes a happy choir to his next sadistic conquest.


  But now he had work to do. In his own kind of way, he believed in order. And that order was that he naturally sat on top of the hierarchy, receiving praise and worship clearly deserved. It was why he'd taken his talent for shamanism and twisted it around for his own benefit. But this was ugly pride, pure and simple, the disgust he felt for Nigel's silent rebellion. The insolent twerp... was going to need a bit harsher treatment than his sissy brother.


Garr's cock began to swell with a perverse vindictiveness as he thought of all the ways he would make Nigel pay while he dressed himself and headed downstairs to contemplate over a couple of ales.


.....


Perhaps he'd grown complacent. The thought lingering as Imelda spotted him with a shy smile, brushing her head-fur before bringing him a tankard. An idle tweak, and soon she was absentmindedly daydreaming of the bear while he scanned the room. Remy was of course absent, off whoring himself out. A quick glance towards the kitchen found a very tired and exasperated Neriah trying to keep up with orders from the regulars, who seemed to have caught on to the best way to keep her from noticing that her help had become.. distracted.. was to keep her busy cooking.


  And then Garr felt a sharp point press against his shoulder blades.


"Get up," a tiger's voice struggling to sound gruff and dangerous, he wanted to frighten the bear. It almost made Garr chuckle, as the young tiger failed utterly to scare him. Garr could feel the seething contempt that oozed from Nigel's voice, as the old bear rose from his chair.


"No sudden movements. We're going outside," Nigel growled, sounding nervous and mortified as he ordered the older male around.


A gentle mental tendril backwards was more than enough to read the surface emotions that Nigel broadcast, all shame and anger backed by all those initial distrusting instincts. Again, that lingering sensation that he'd been sloppy nagged at the bear as he and Nigel left through the side entrance.


Maybe the bear expected Imelda to be more... cosy with her sibling... but it was becoming very clear that while it was flattering to have her attention focused on himself. Not nearly as much had been done to keep Nigel thinking with his cock instead of his pesky emotions.


  "...This is ridiculous Nigel. You're not a killer," Garr's tone was admonishing, smooth and sweet, lilting with an amused tone, as he simply turned around, the tiger brandishing his knife as if it were a sword.


"Sh...Shut up. I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you. Just leave. Just go."


The bear couldn't help but smirk as Nigel trembled, eyes wide and breathing heavy in fear.


"And my things? You would cast me out into the cold? Into the oncoming snowstorms... You know, Nigel... You may not watch me die, but my blood will be on your paws."


Nigel's body jerked as Garr took a step forward, his paws up, staring with eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. And then he yelped as Garr's huge paws became a blur, gripping his wrist and squeezing into the joint behind his thumb. The pressure point shocked him into loosening his grip and then feeling paralyzed by pain as the bear used his grip to twist that arm, jerking the tiger closer to his greasy fanged grin.


"I think we got off on the wrong footpaw Nigel... This is all just... a simple misunderstanding, isn't it?" The bear's head turned at a cruel tilt as he used his other paw to reach into his coat.


  "After all... Didn't I let you watch me fuck that precious sister of yours..? Didn't I share her sweet cuntie with you..?"


Nigel's eyes burned with defiance. Every single word riling him up, goading him, filling his heart with a hate and anger he hadn't thought himself capable of.


"You tricked her somehow! AND THEN YOU TRICKED ME! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" His arm struggled to wrench itself back away from the bear's powerful grip, but that iron vice held him leveraged against his own joints. Making him grimace as he opened his mouth to bellow out for his father, only to have the bear shove something into his mouth. His eyes shooting wide open as the taste of plums began to ooze over his tongue, tidal waves of flavour cascading down his throat with a heat that sent his heart racing. His struggling only seemed to intensify the blissful heat that began to flood down his fingertips, rippling out through his torso, staring myopically at the individual motes of cold breath that frosted from his every breath like so many stars. Rising up to the clouds, his head leaning back to stare, mouth agape, feeling snowflakes dapple his face, his struggling becoming weaker and weaker until the aphrodisiac made its way down into his balls...


  "Wha.... Ohhhh... It's," Nigel tried to find the words, stumbling around woozy and intoxicated in his own mind like a toddler learning how to walk as Garr ran his claws up under the tiger's shirt. Igniting flame trails that sizzled deliciously up through his skin, making him shiver and his cock stiffen instantly. While the weight in his balls seemed to magnify, as if they were filling far beyond their capacity.


"You ungrateful little shit," the bear whispered into the tiger's ear, the attack stabbing straight into his unprotected mental defences where it struck home. Nigel felt something crack as he whimpered, wondering what he did wrong... innocent and confused. His muzzle twisting into a mournful, slack jawed grimace, tears suddenly spilling into the corners of his eyes, pupils dilated to myopic dish-plates.


"You don't hate me," the bruin observed with a wide smirk, feeling the feline's mind quivering in his hold. "You envy my power, my ability to have your sister. Taking whatever I want."


Nigel felt himself caught in an undertow he couldn't explain, as Garr's voice drifted into his ear. A dark sinuous serpent that coiled around his brain, trapping his thoughts in its constrictive grip.


  "You've only just now turned eighteen summers old... Brimming with life... with energy... Thinking yourself capable of taking on the entire world, when you've barely ever ventured past these walls into the city with your father... Oh yes... You think yourself a male... A hero... Brave... Strong... Powerful." The kiss of the winter air shocked Nigel's stiff cock, the sudden cold caressing the spire of his manhood.


"Rrrarara," Nigel snarled, and struggled doing his best to escape Garr's amazingly powerful grip; clawing and fighting as he spat curse's. "I'll nut you, and eat your male-hood." The tiger threatened impotently, this time sounding much less sure; but even more angry... Hard, stiff and leaking.. pre-cum spilling down into the snow where it melted the snow at his quivering feet paws.


The bear was right of course... The thought was like a haunting presence as the bear took hold of the tiger's paw and brought it to his own balls, feeling the heft of his sack in his palm, yearning with a primal need.


  "But you know nothing of the world that awaits you," the bear murmured as he guided Nigel's wrist towards his own pants and pressed those twitching fingers down into his underclothes. Down to the depths of his girthy veiny cock, stiff with insidious arousal... further down to the balls that dwarfed the tigers. Massive balls spilling out around his palm, recognition dawning on the tiger's muzzle as he felt a sense of inferiority sweep through him like an avalanche. Feeling awe at that which he had only glimpsed before, but now faced with the enormity of the gulf between them. Awestruck at the heat that radiated from the bear's potent virility, shamed by the sheer size and power of those organs.


"You are nothing more than a pussy boi, and I... am so much more than a male, Nigel. I gave you a gift; that sweet little pussy. We both know you licked it clean... fucked it... licked it clean again. You liked the taste of my cum... and your own cum as well. But were you grateful, No you turned on me, named me a monster. Well... you were right. I am a monster, and now you are going to find out what happens when you go hunting for monsters," He grabbed Nigel by the nape and curled its vice tight, carnal instincts recognizing the evolutionary hold built into his species, his mouth opening as he mewled like a kitten.


  "You didn't find me... I found you. And like any predator who hunts... I feast on the weak." The words barely registered in the feline's ear as Garr opened his muzzle, his jaundiced fangs gleaming, then lunging as he pressed fangs to Nigel's neck, sending shock-waves of hypersensitive aphrodisiac-enhanced tremors down into the pit of his balls, a moan escaped his lips. His cock harder than it had ever been in his life as he unconsciously squeezed Garr's balls, his mind looking for anywhere it could anchor itself to as it swirled in the maelstrom, and only found the cruel old bear.


Garr's paw slunk down between Nigel's legs and knocked the tiger's paw away only to grab the tiger's balls in his palm, his thumb resting at the heart of his sack. Huge claws caressing around those fuzzy orbs, needle sharp points digging into that soft flesh.


"These don't belong to you anymore Nigel. They belong to me, and me alone." The thumb claw pierced the feline's sack and Nigel could only buck his cock forward, as if to sacrifice its final chance at spreading its lineage. And then, Nigel could feel his cords try to contract only to be held captive, the snow, his cock, his mind, his everything on the knife edge precipice of Garr's malevolence... a rich chuckle only to feel his balls get ripped away. The snapping cords yanking his heart into his stomach and buckling his knees as his power, his bravery, his burning vitality disappeared. Nothing but its faintly warm disembodied throbbing slapped against his muzzle, as he stared dumbfounded at his own pale naked balls swaying in front of the old bear's muzzle. Before that mouth snapped them away from sight, plucking that fruit like cherries from their stem.. the tiger was helpless to do anything but watch those bulges drop down the bear's throat one by one.


  "Ohoooo gods," Nigel whimpered weakly, unable to process the full enormity of what had just happened. Until he felt Garr's fat nuts throb in his palm, knowing the bear had indeed taken that which made the tiger a male, for himself.


"Now turn around, eunuch. Spread that ass. Your new life as my cock-sleeve begins right now!" Nigel found himself pushed up against the rough, weathered wood of the inn's outer wall. The bear's paw rubbed something thick and greasy into the wound where Nigel's own testicles had... not so long ago dangled. The ointment burning as it healed, not that the tiger was really focused on that. Those sharp teeth on the back of his neck, that big powerful body pressing against him. Yanking his tail to one side, as something hot, wet and pulsing pushing between his ass-cheeks. Garr clapped one huge paw over the feline's mouth, knowing that Nigel was going to scream out in pain. Garr didn't take his time... didn't prepare that hole the way he had Remy's. Because this wasn't about training a pussy... it was about showing the neutered kitten his new place in the world. That thick blunt cock, had one thin smear of grease on it from the paw Garr had used to spread the ointment on Nigel's wound.


  "OHO!" Nigel moaned into Garr's palm, looking back over his shoulder at the grinning bear. He felt the blunt ursine head forcing its way inside of him, his mind trembling as it struggled with what had just happened. And what was about to happen; confusion and humiliation making his mental defences crumble. The bear gloated, then with one hard thrust rammed his cock balls deep into the tiger's taboo hole. Nigel's claws dug deeply into the wooden wall boards, as he gripped them powerfully; his head snapping back. As a grunt of intense pain and utter humiliation escaped into the bears palm. Then, the bear started to powerfully but sensuously fuck the helpless neutered kitty, as Nigel whined and sobbed into his huge paw.


"NAAA!" The tiger screamed, even as his stiff cock dribbled his slick pre-cum into the snow between his foot paws. 'Ge... get it out of me!' The helpless feline pleaded mentally, his body as tense as a board. Garr grinned, pulling back, only to slam it in again; while his other paw toyed with the neutered tiger's stiff dick. Slowly jerking the nut-less feline off, while ramming into him over and over again. 'N..nnnn..oooo... get your paws off me.' Nigel thought while he whimpered and screamed into the paw, turning then twisting on his ravisher's hard invader. Even as the horny bruin's leathery pads stroked him. "UHUMMM!" Nigel helplessly moaned out, as that dick stabbed into his bowels.


 'Cock-sleeve Cock-sleeve Cock-sleeve.' The bruin's nasty taunting words repeated over and over again within his head, the feline thinking that it was his own thoughts. 'Yer nothin' but a hot hole to please a real male; a male who has balls and a hard cock to fuck yer boi-pussy.'


Pumping his thick organ more furiously, made his cock rub against the feline's pleasure knot, which filled the ravished tiger with strange delight. Soon. Nigel found himself thrusting back into the ursine's savage thrust. "Oh, looks like yer starting to really get into it... loving it even more sissy slut." Garr grinned gloatingly, as he now had free rein within Nigel's broken mind, the proud tiger's shattered mind made him almost as easy as Remy's had been.


'You ceased to be a male.' The bear forced the images of those pale orbs being devoured back into the feline's mind, Burning his un-maling into the tiger's brain, smirking as he felt shame, humiliation, and submission grow swiftly. Taking over the tigers personally, setting the wicked older bear as his master... his owner. Garr chuckled as he felt Nigel's tiny mind changing, convincing itself of the things he had only hinted at.


  Within a day or two Nigel, would be a totally obedient broken neutered slave boi, his brother was that way already thanks to his weak mind. "Yer gunna go to Remy," the old bear grunted breathlessly into the feline's ear, as his hip's buck and humped into Nigel's firm round rump. "Yer gunna have him show you how to suck dicks... take them up yer boi-cunt like this."


Garr noticed a couple of regulars watching them fuck from the road, he flashed them a grin waving happily to make it look like Nigel was giving it up to him willingly. By this point the tiger was eagerly pushing back, slipping his paw off Nigel's mouth and forcing his tongue into the feline's mouth. It would be good advertising for Remy, Nigel and Imelda's whore services which had already made Garr's purse much heavier. He kissed the slender feline lustfully for a long moment, the two of them rutting and grinding. Until the tiger mewled as his hard little spiny dick jerked, spitting out the last seed his body would ever produce onto the wooden wall where it quickly froze into sparkling jewels of tiny potential tigers, not that the bear gave a damn about that. He was enjoying that tight little boi-cunt far too much, and the knowledge that he had just destroyed the feline as a male.


  Soon Nigel's body would thicken... round out, looking more and more feminine as his male hormones ran out. His mind would grow slower... easier to control, Garr knew that from the other males he had neutered in the past. Mind broken and neutered, Nigel would be his slave from now on, just like Remy. This was the sure way of taking control of most males, females were a bit more tricky... he had to convince them that it was something they wanted.


He had his most trouble with females, it was what had gotten him caught last time. One of the chief's wives had come out of it, and realized that Garr had control of... had neutered the Chief and most of his sons. That all those males had been neutered, so she had run off to the one son who had not. That boy had gathered a small army, stormed the village, and almost took Garr. It was only the fact that his enslaved males had fought for him, and the invaders hadn't wanted to kill the old Chief and his sons that had given Garr time enough to flee. Still, it had been a close thing, he had barely managed to get a few things together and ride off into the storm. The horny ursine moaned loudly, as he was about to cum hard into the tigers sissy cunt.


  The older bear grunted as his cock exploded filling the neutered cat with his cum. "Rrarar... that was good," he growled breathlessly, staying inside of that hot squeezing fuck hole a few moments longer. "Yer gunna be a real good boi-whore... of course can't really call ya a boi anymore. I guess yer more a neutered whore," Garr chuckled derisively as he pulled out, amused to see blood and sperm dribbling out of that wrecked hole. Dipping a finger pads worth of healing ointment, he rubbed it into the gaping hole. Before kneeling to examine the feline's empty sack, the wound had already scabbed over thanks to the ointment. "Alright, now get dressed and go find your brother, tell him to train you how to be a good neutered sissy cunt."


Garr swaggered back into the taproom feeling better, taking his seat close to the fireplace he ordered another ale. Watching as Liam brought it over to him, Imelda had gone off to other duties it seemed. The smiling older tiger sat the ale in front of him, and then paused, sniffing the air. Luckily, most of the rutting scent had frozen and dropped into the snow outside. So there was only the faintest smell of ass and cum on him, Garr grinned up at the friendly tiger.


  "You do pretty good business for being snowed in so heavily," the bear pointed out, pointing to the regulars laughing and joking at the bar, Liam looked over at them smiling faintly.


"Yes I'm a bit surprised. I mean, I know they live pretty close." Liam stroked his chin, plainly confused by having so much business in this bad weather. "I sure wasn't expecting to see so many of them, what with the snow being so heavy this year," he admitted with a befuddled grin, as he wiped the table top down slowly. "Just my good luck I guess... can't say I'm not glad for the coin they are spending."


Garr smirked knowing it wasn't good luck, as much as the good cock sucking Remy and Imelda had been doing. And now Remy had started offering his butt, while his sister was hinting that she might sell her pussy. The old bear knew that with a little mental trickery and conditioning, she'd be just as big a whore as her brother. And of course, Remy was going to be training his now neutered brother. "To yer good luck," Garr toasted lifting his ale mug, as Liam smiled happily at him, unaware of what the old bear had already done to his family.


  *****


Garr enjoyed the day, playing a few games of darts with the regulars while enjoying the ales. He had the losers buying for him, he even waddled out to the privies to let Nigel practise his oral skills on his ursine dick. Later in the day Garr enjoyed dinner downstairs for a change, grinning as Neriah served him the meal. The tigress did her best to act friendly. Leaning over the plate she set in front of him, he inhaled deeply. "Ah you are a truly talented cook Neriah," he complimented with a smile, a bit of honest modesty showing on her pretty striped muzzle.


"It's just plain simple fare..." The tigress dismissed softly, as she took his empty mug and replaced it with a full one from the tray she had been carrying. As she watched the bear dig in like he hadn't eaten in days, it brought a faint smile to her muzzle. Reaching out while he shovelled food into his mouth, Garr probed her mental defences only to find a will of iron. Built up from years of interacting with customers, she was used to flattery and hollow compliments... even proposals. She had hardened herself to this kind of thing.


  "Liam is a lucky guy," he snorted between mouths full of food, as he considered how to break her defences. He would need some help with that, luckily her husband had certain weaknesses. Liam liked to make a profit, and the tiger had a bit more interest in males than he normally showed. Licking his lips, the bear grinned as he took a sip from his mug.


"Yes indeed... Liam is a very lucky guy to have a wife like you. Pretty, smart, understanding, willing to overlook his little faults." Neriah was just getting ready to walk away when she paused, looking back at the seemingly distracted bear as he ate.


"What little faults are you talking about?" she demanded, unable to suppress her natural curiosity, Garr just kept chewing for a long moment before taking a sip of ale.


"He came up to my room last night," the bear spoke, shovelling more food into his mouth, feeling the frustration and suspicion roiling around within her mind. She waited with growing impatience, as he chewed, swallowed and drank another mouthful of ale.


  "Oh yes. To warn you about ol' Dan, drunkenly hitting on guests sometimes." She nodded her head sagely, as Garr shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't know about that.


"Found me, ahem... having some private time." The shaman inserted an image of himself laying naked on the bed into her mind, watching the tigress's head jerk back in shock. "He offered me a bit of help with my needs..." The next image that flashed into her head, made Neriah gasp out loud and almost dropped the serving tray. Her husband knelt down beside the bed, his big striped head bobbing up and down on the bear's naked crotch. Garr could tell from her reaction, she knew something about Liam's behaviour in the past.


"A real pleaser... yer husband. Asked me to stay all winter, I agreed at once of course." Garr smirked as he pushed one more image into her, Liam's smiling muzzle with thick greasy cum covering his furry lips and chin. He was pleased by how much his words and those images had thrown the feline's mind into turmoil. The arguments with her husband that would follow, would weaken her mental defence even more.


  "Oh yes he's a lucky guy." Garr grunted, ripping a mouthful of bread off the half a loaf she had brought him. Chewing and smiling as she stumbled off back to the kitchen, mind plainly swarming with thoughts of her husband and other males.


"Heheh," he laughed softly, as he watched a confused and plainly unhappy tiger serving the others himself. Finding the humiliated look on the feline's muzzle to be highly amusing, but kept his snout bland as Liam came around to take the dirty dishes.


"Anything else I can get you?" The middle aged feline asked glumly, as he watched the bear gulp down the last of his ale. Before looking up at the tall striped feline, licking his lips slowly while patting his belly. Probing his mind, finding the feline's mental defences in shambles.


"Ammm that was a good meal, yer lucky to have such a fine cook," Garr grunted with a faint smirk, as the tiger looked unhappy as his wife was brought up. Liam grunted and shrugged his shoulders, at the compliment about his wife's cooking. "Sure thing I'd take another ale..." the bear grunted and then laid a paw on the tiger's shoulder, as Liam leaned down to pick up the empty mug on the table. "That was some loud... Errr discussion." Liam looked over into the bear's beady eyes, blushing hard as those eyes seemed to ensnare him in a way.


  "Oh you... you heard that huh?" Liam looked intensely embarrassed, his mind growing ever more turbulent as he thought about it. "Listen, I'm really sorry about that," he apologised to the bar, his eye's unfocusing slightly as Garr took a peek into his mind. "My wife sometimes gets the oddest ideas," he confided meekly, struggling to find a delicate way of explaining what had happened. The old bear didn't really listen to the stammering feline, as he could discover the real meaning behind Neriah's thoughts within Liam's mind. The old memory was fresh in the tiger's mind, since he had just argued with his wife. Liam and Neriah were much younger, it was before any of their offspring were born.


The innkeeper had talked his wife into a threesome with a snow leopard they knew, Liam, Neriah and their friend Andre, but things hadn't gone to plan. Sure, both males had started out focusing on pleasuring Neriah, however, before the night was over, Liam had enjoyed more dick than his lovely wife. Garr chuckled as he watched the tiger, Liam jerking off at first as he watched another male fucking his wife. It had been Liam's fantasy the whole time, the reason he had talked his wife into inviting their leopard friend into his marriage bed. But the tiger had gotten intensely jealous... watching Andre pound his wife into a screaming orgasm.


  Now since it had been his idea, he had no room to protest... so that left the tiger with only one option. Surrender himself to the smaller male, something he knew Andre would enjoy. After rutting the tigress so well, the idea of the tiger giving up his mouth and tailhole would both amuse and excite the smaller feline. Neriah had not understood... that his submission to the other male wasn't because he liked being fucked. Although Garr could see what the tiger had hidden from himself, he had liked being used by another male a lot. Neriah had in turn been amused at first, but as the two males focused more and more on each other. She had grown disgusted and resentful, feeling shame that her mate was allowing himself to be used in such a way. That night had ruined a friendship, and came close to ending a marriage.


Neriah had kept a close eye on her husband after that, even after they produced three fine offspring together. The only time Liam was out from under his wife's gaze, were his trips into the city to buy supplies. And she made him take one of the children along, first it had been their daughter keeping an eye on Liam. Later it had been Nigel, but never Remy because he was simply too innocent. It was years before she had let him go off alone, and that was only because she was friends with the wife of the innkeeper where he always stayed.


  Garr snickered as it was plain from the tigers memory, that Liam would slip away from his offspring after they went to sleep. Going to a certain nearby club, or more truthfully to the dark alley out behind the club. Where many young males were looking for the company of other males, Liam had been secretly indulging himself for years. The tiger, convinced that sex with other males, wasn't cheating on his wife... the bear doubted Neriah would agree. Oh she wasn't going to like that, and Garr planned to make sure she found out about it.


The malty taste of beer was still lingering in the bear's muzzle as he watched Neriah sulk in the kitchen, eyes swarming with suspicion. But as good as the ale was, thoughts of fucking with the feline's mind was much better. Reaching into that open mind, There was a familiar gnawing in the old bear's balls, as he damn near lazily enjoyed the slow burning crescendo that was to be that night's entertainment. And so it was that when Neriah came out to serve a couple of drinks, that Garr's gnarl-knuckled paw made sure to be giving the patriarchs paw an intimate squeeze. His gaze boring into her all too suddenly enraptured gaze.. the quiet intake of breath and the locking of eyes between predator and his soon to be sexual prey.


  "You know Liam.. I've been here for a couple of days now... I could use a change of sheets." The bear said, in what was obviously a flirting tone as he grinned at the tiger. "Perhaps you could show me where you store the fresh ones?" Neriah's eyes darted with instant intense suspicion, as Liam gulped and felt a familiar flicker of excitement in his crotch.


"Oh... well, yes.. I'd be happy to show you," The handsome innkeeper stammered, carefully avoiding Neriah's gaze. Garr simply smiled as he stood up and followed Liam up the stairs... Giving that ass a firm squeeze, that had Liam stumble before disappearing upstairs.


"Such a magnificent host you are, truly.. I am more than willing to show you my gratitude," he growled gruffly, smirking as he watched the feline rump sway in front of him as they walked.


Neriah's eyes widened, as she watched Garr jingle his coin-purse meaningfully. The tigress felt a sudden blush of shame, if the bear meant what she thought. What kind of lesson was this for their offspring, that their sire was willing to surrender himself to a male for coin.


  "Right this way," Liam invited with a soft purr of excitement, his long tail lashing excitedly as he walked. The words floating to her ears, even as a patron asked for another full platter of food. Which the tigress ignored, as she hurried off after her husband and the older male.


Upstairs, Liam was about to turn to the supply closet when Garr wrapped his arms behind the feline. His claws raked up underneath Liam's shirt and savoured the shiver that rippled across his beer belly. "The sheets of course are for your room. Aren't they Liam?" The words serpentine and leading, as Liam almost turned his head before feeling a firm cudgel bash against his rear. While a muzzle breathed against his neck, a shiver raced down his spine at the bear being so close. "I will pay handsomely of course," Garr snickered, feeling Liam's paw fondle his crotch, tracing the outline of his cock as the tiger gulped for breath.


"I'm not a whore," Liam moaned, but could not help but allow himself to be guided towards his room. Until a sudden shove sent him stumbling into the bed, the tiger bounced against it, looking back at the grinning bear. The feline's bed creaked softly, Liam looking back with a look of confusion and yet dawning excitement. As he saw the bear's huge paw's at his breeches, undoing the bulging tie and dropping them to the floor...


  "Sure ya are," Garr snickered as he watched the tiger's eyes widen at the sight of his meat, it was every bit as powerful and intoxicating as Liam's imagination had led the feline to believe it was."Yer a whore, and you've sired three whore offspring," He bombarded the tiger's mind with images of Remy sucking him, Imelda taking it in her pussy and Nigel's ass swallowing it.


"Oho fuckin' Gods!" The innkeeper watched Garr's trunk sway as the bear moved forward; turgid and potent, a girthy vein riddled tool of masculinity crowning the saddlebags of the bear's virility.


"Are you jealous Liam?" The bear murmured even as a thick heavy drop of pre-cum slung from his dick, gleaming with sexual vitality, radiating with such authority that Liam could only stare and feel his mouth begin to water. "There's no need of course. Not when you can pay your compliments directly."


"I need it." The words fell out of the tiger's mouth, his eyes fixated, hungering, starving with every closing moment that the bear's heavy footsteps got closer and closer. Until he had no choice but to flop forward onto his knees, his hands grasping Garr's thighs. Steadying him in the maelstrom of lust that began to consume him... shame and need combining with longing. Until he could hold himself back no longer and thrust underneath his sack, shuddering as he inhaled the scent of the bear's everything. Spicy.. rich as browning butter, the scents clawed their way into his skull and he could not resist more, deeper pleasures. His eyes looked up pitifully, as he began to tongue and suckle every inch of that testosterone laden hoard.


  Fantasies running rampant, inhibitions shattered as he imagined what having such an organ must be like... What towering heights such a pair... such a fat full cock would have been like had they swung between his legs... and left wanting, could only worship at the front of the bear's immortality.


Even Liam's mind spread like an eager bitch craving seed, Garr merely sneered knowingly as his thumbs hooked into the edges of the tiger's mouth and gaped his muzzle. Lowering his balls deeper into that muzzle, until the tiger began to struggle to breathe. Rendering the patriarch mute and gagging as drool spilled from his lips, eyes watering, desperately wishing he could offer more. Feeling unworthy in the presence of true male greatness, craving such pulsating virility for himself and then finding himself cast adrift. Feeling empty and devoid as Garr pulled his glistening sable plums free. Liam's jaw trembling as he mewled like a kitten.


"Please, I-HLRRRGGHHHKKKK." The pitiful whining was smothered, as the bear ruthlessly bucked his cock into that muzzle. Almost instantly, Liam moaned with devotional fervour, his smaller feline cock throbbing with such need. That it painted the inside of his breeches with the widening stain and smell of his pre, as his begging was silenced into pure submission. Rescinding his need for air, ignoring the bludgeoning pain in his throat and giving himself entirely to pleasing the bear's cock with gurgling enthusiasm. His eyes red and pleading as they stared up at the bear towering above him, feeling pride, feeling like the grin that bore down on him was his own doing. Taking the slaps against his muzzle and moaning when Garr's paw swerved over his forehead and then dug its talons into his scalp. Driving him forward and forcing his throat to expand around the cock that now hooked its way down his throat. Suffocating him into a blissful stupor of smell, taste and desperately craving the bear's molten seed.


  And then the shadows in the room gave way to a widening crack of light, as Neriah's gasp shattered Liam's reverie. His eyes wide and slinging to the side as Neriah's paw clutched her chest, staring at her husband hilted to the very fullest, throat bulging with Garr's member.


"Liam! You SON OF A BI-" The pretty tigress started to shout, but as if on cue, Garr began to unsheathe his pole-arm, and despite every venomously spiteful thought that tore her mental defences down to pure unveiled hatred. Every part slowly slid from his muzzle, planted itself deeper and deeper into her mind. As more and more veiny cock seemed to exit her husband's muzzle and into the possibility of claiming it for her own.


"It's no wonder, isn't it?" The bear murmured as his gleaming spit laden cock finally drooped free from the tiger's whimpering muzzle. Before Liam coughed, choked, weakened by the sheer amount of pre-cum that slimed his throat. The formerly proud male dropping to all fours and heaving, defeated by even his best efforts to suck that mighty dick.


  "But... Do try to be kind to your husband. He has fulfilled his duty to you; his dearest wife, preparing me for what you've deserved your entire life," the bear drawled languidly, as he gestured towards the bed the husband and wife normally shared. Even Neriah could see the bear was telling lies, but for a moment, she felt her anger, balanced on the tip of the most pivotal decision of her life. Teeter ponderously and then spill into a dark desire, to finally make her husband feel a fraction of what she'd felt that fateful night with Andre. Especially when a deviant smile began to slowly curl on her lips. She parted her blouse while watching her husband's eyes widen with surprise. And even jealousy at having to share the throbbing cock, it quickly became apparent, that it was no longer his, and his alone.


"You've wanted me the moment you set eyes upon me. Haven't you?" Neriah's voice was quiet, but possessed its own knowing authority as she bared her breasts, her clothing falling away from her like so many falling leaves. Only to have her pert nipples become eclipsed by the bear's greedy sable paws, as he lewdly sneered at them both.


  "Can't you see that for the compliment that it is?" The bear murmured, as he leaned forward and pressed his snout onto Neriah's mouth. At first she was startled and then surrendered to it slowly. Her tail flickering with muted surprise only to deviantly flicker across the furry chin of her drooling husband, before swiping across his snout like a mock slap, eyes half-lidded and getting into the tempest that was the bear's tongue. Crashing against her own tongue, with more expertise than she'd ever considered he might possess.


Liam, still in the throes of lust, could only stare in disbelief at the signs his wife was showing. Torn between the need for that cock that now slid between his wife's fingers and somehow craving his wife yet having neither. A thirsty male in a desert, staring at a mirage that was too real as the bear suddenly hefted Neriah up by her hips. And with a surge of strength... threw her down on top of the bed, ripping her dress to shreds to reveal her most guarded flower.


"Ohhhh!" Neriah let off a moan, looking up at the male looming over her. "Even though I've already borne so many chil- Ahhhmmmmmnn," The tigress moaned out in wonder, at the depths and strength of the grinning bruins' passion.


  "This is what separates a woman like you... from so many little girls..." The bear murmured as his cock slowly sawed between her dribbling sex lips, his girthy cock, which destroyed most holes, silkily fitting her slit like a glove.


It was a fullness she had not experienced in so long, and from the moment that tip pressed into her, those powerful veins slid against her clutching walls. Liam heard a husky mrowl out of his wife which the tiger had never even dreamed she was capable of making. It erupted from her lips, as she threw her head back while clutching at the sheets. Before flickering her head up and flashing that first confident smile he'd fallen in love with... a smile he thought was his, and his alone. "Fuck me," Her voice had an edge to it, a command the bear was eager to greet with a guttural chuckle, as he fondled her breasts before clutching her hips.


"I will do so much more than fuck you Neriah... I'll destroy you," The lustful bear uttered his words like a promise and Liam could only find his paw dumbly reaching for his own small clit as he stared. Unable to look away, as the bear thrust in deep and earned yet another eager yowl of pleasure from his wife. The feline watched the way his wife's legs found the bear's waist and hooked ankles around his back, drawing him in. Rendered powerless before the sudden vigour that rippled through the ageing bear's body, pummeling his wife again and again with stamina, the tiger had long since lost. Fixating his gaze on a cock that would've suffocated him, if it had fucked his throat the way it rutted Neriah. Ears ringing with every single loud reverberating clap of the bear's massive balls that had his wife moaning, crying out, uncaring if the patrons out in the taproom heard her. Hell.. She wanted them to see, to witness the female she truly could be, made partner and flesh to true power. Predator and prey to carnal biological rapture, her claws sinking into the bear's back and drawing blood. Refusing to leave the bed, until she'd been filled to the very brim with the essence of true masculinity.. the essence of an apex beast, a bear. So far above and beyond the meek mouse her supposed tiger of a husband was, mewling for a taste of the same pleasure.


  She could feel every arrogant pulse of the bear's heart through his meat, could feel the need, the churning seed, the power of the bear's strength stabbing up against her womb. Wincing in pain and yet craving more as the pleasure through her walls sang with long forgotten primal chorus. Spreading her mind, truly, and completely, surrendering to the thought of being the bear's brood sow, and desiring her purpose, desiring his cubs, the thought of her husband obliterating in the pure immediacy of the moment.


"BREED ME YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST. MAKE ME YOURS!!!" The pretty feline screamed out, only Garr hearing the paw steps approaching the still open bedroom door.


Even a corrupted shaman like Garr, couldn't truly hold back from such intensity... And for a moment, he was subservient to a need that had proliferated untold generations throughout the annals of the history of the world. And the bear snarled, giving his all as he savaged that cunt.. cock engorged, balls frothing and then all too suddenly overflowing.


  He roared out, as Liam could only watch that tremendous cock swell, its underbelly thick and surging with genetic damnation. Forever sealing off his lineage from the female he loved as the next savage stroke pressed up against her womb and flooded the yowling, moaning Neriah with gout after gout after gout of hot searing ursine seed. Watching Garr shudder as his thrusts grew sloppy, the smell of their sex thick like a fog in the room. And all of them knew, deep in their bones, that the paradigm had shifted irrevocably.


A shift only made even more concrete by the bear suddenly feeling paws at his calves and a tongue at the base of his balls. As Liam began to lick both his wife's dripping slit and Garr's sopping balls, the taste of Garrs cubs and his wife's cum a recipe he could no longer deny. As he mewled and pitifully shot a thin trickle of cum into his own pants, as he rubbed his clit through his trousers mindlessly, wife and husband alike, caught in the afterglow.


Liam's pitiful orgasm was swept behind the sheer addictive properties of Garr's cum.. head turning into a mushy mindless mess of endlessly licking the bear's throbbing balls. Even as they continued to pump into his wife, his tongue a helpless supplicant witness to the bear's commanding presence.. And when the bear finally rolled off of his wife, the tiger could only stare in awe at the copious amount of cum that drooled out of her. As she moaned, her paw reached for Garr's cock and stroked its half hard length... the two of them kissing languidly as he dove in, licking up the bear's cum greedily even as Neriah smirked devilishly.


  "Feast all you like, cuck. She's definitely knocked up now... And if not, then soon she will be, I promise you." Garr chuckled darkly, as Neriah's thighs trembled around her hypersensitive lips, twitching against Liam's rough tongue. Her paw stroking her belly with the seed that had taken root, his own orgasm still rippling like so many warm waves through his bones.


"Ahmm... You should... definitely... consider prolonging your visit Garr," Neriah purred with a grin, as she leaned her head back on a pillow and kissed the bear's muzzle. Garr smirked, as he decided that he would make this place his home. It might be tricky, but it amused him to be so close to his old enemies. It would mean that he would have to take a hidden role at the inn, but ruling from the shadows suited the bear better anyway.


"Mhnnn. That sounds like an excellent idea... I think I just might," the bear murmured as he felt his cock twinge greedily, looking all too satisfied with the way everything had so perfectly fallen into place. Before raising up his foot paw, to push Liam's muzzle away from his wife, knocking him onto his ass, the bear's cock growing hard once more.


  "But I don't think I'm quite finished with you yet my dear.. Come, ride your beast. Climb on top and let's really put on a show, now that we have an audience," Garr drawled smarmily, flicking a lazy grin towards the open bedroom door, flashing the watching regulars a big leering smirk. Not that Neriah was paying that any attention, the grinning bear was already twisting her desires around. Now that he had gotten into her head, there was no way she could resist the things he was doing. Turning this into part of the revenge she was getting on her husband, even as he planted the idea of charging coin in Liam's mind. The innkeeper climbed off the bed, staggering over to the watching group. Who chuckled at the passive feline, his cum smear muzzle and spunk drenched trousers being commented on.


"Let the guests have a go on yer wife now Liam?" The big old bull snickered lewdly, as the tiger stood there looking at these males he knew well. The feline clearly mortified that his friends were seeing a masterfully masculine male like the bear rutting his wife. And yet the tiger found himself intensely turned on, as his friends watched him being cuckolded.


  "He's just giving her what she needs," Liam whimpered weakly, one hand rubbing his wet trousers against his throbbing erection.


"Meanin' you can give her what she needs!" A wickedly grinning young goat asked with a smirk, Liam trembling in shame as his masculinity was questioned.


"And if you want to watch, that'll be ten coppers or three silver," the tiger blurted out angrily, the words shocking himself as they had been planted in his brain. Panting for breath, he looked back over his shoulder, the old bear's beady eyes boring into him.


"What! Three silver just to watch?" A big rough ram farmer snorted in disgust, looking past the tiger into the bedroom. As Neriah was slowly lowering herself onto the thick ursine dick, a moan of delight went up from the watching males. Making Liam tremble in shame as the watching males laughed nervously, while the tigress began to bounce up and down eagerly.


"Yeah that's crap!" A middle aged rabbit snorted with a leering grin, as the ones gathered peeked around Liam to enjoy the show. "Fer six copper we can get yer son's or daughter to suck our dicks!" Liam choked looking back around in shock, watching his friends all nod.


  "Wait... wha?" The tiger said in confusion, only to have his mind filled with images of Remy sucking dick, Imelda being fucked in her tight little pussy and Nigel taking it up his tailhole.


"Yeah that's right... I'm not gunna pay ten... just to watch and jerk it," A fat and old donkey snickered, even as he was standing there with his dick in his hand. "Now maybe... if I got ta have a go on her myself." That comment making the other males all chuckle and stroke off themselves as they watched Garr fucking the tigress.


"You... you wanta fuck my wife?" Liam whimpered, feeling his feline organ stiffen so much it ached within his sticky trousers. Apart of him still intensely aroused by that idea, yet knowing that his proud wife would never agree to letting these regulars fuck her.


"Well sure... I mean yer letting him do it!" A potbellied wolf snickered, reading the shame and excitement on the tiger's muzzle. It was fairly plain that he was getting off on being cucked, as they had all watched the feline licking the bear cum out of his wife's pussy.


  "That... that's different she wants him," the tiger pointed out with a soft sob, glancing back over his shoulder to watch Neriah bouncing excitedly. They could all tell she was enjoying it, the way her body was reacting to riding Garr.


"Why don't you suck their dicks, Faggot." The tigress called out to her husband, as the other males shared lewd snickers. Suddenly getting an idea why things were playing out, the snow leopard had talked about the tiger eagerly servicing him. It was a small community after all, so all these males knew about Liam liking dick.


"Why don't you come in and watch. Ten coppers for the show and a blowjob from my sissy husband. It's not like he is a male anymore, he might still have balls right now. But I get the feeling they won't be attached much longer," Neriah invited with a crude sneer, as the males all began to crowd into the room. The tigress sharing a smirk with the old bear, Garr nodded his head in agreement... as he had put those words into her mind.


"As much cock as he sucked over the years... I bet he's damn good at it!" A bull snickered lewdly, as he strolled into the bedroom while taking out his long cock. "Alright... sissy pussy, get on these nuts." Liam found himself kneeling on the floor, looking up at the big sneering bull as that dick smacked against his furry muzzle. "Normally you give us something' frothy' to drink... Now we're gunna be somethin' frothy... and ya better swallow every drop... Cuck."


  *****


Three months later the spring thaw had at last opened the pass to travel from the north. And a small band of bear warriors arrived at the White Cock Inn, their leader speaking with the tiger innkeeper.


"I'm lookin' for an old bear..." The leader of the band growled, as he gulped down the ale he had ordered. "He would have come down out of the mountains, just before the big blizzard last winter." The tiger paused, obviously thinking about it for a moment as he watched the bear gulp down his ale.


"Just as the blizzard was hitting... oh yeah he kept to himself... stayed until the roads were clear. And then moved on pretty quickly, I think he said something about heading for the coast. Anyway, he took the Kings road heading south, and has been gone for two months now." Liam watched the big bears muzzle contort in impotent rage, slowly the others finished their drinks and slunk back over the pass heading north. Once they were gone the neutered kitten reported to his master, Garr grinning happily as he watched his old enemies leaving dejected. Neriah, her belly swollen with cubs, came out of the back to help out.


  The old bear was less pleased with Imelda, the young feline had allowed her boyfriend, Urus, to breed her. So she was now growing round with his offspring, the two felines now living at the inn with the rest of her family. Garr reluctantly had to accept, as he saw it as a resource to better hold control of the mother. After all, if there's a future for her genes, she might be more open to giving up to him.




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