The Bear Family - Part 1: Urges
By Onyx Cheetah

Leaving for the aquarium this morning to see the fishes, Bruce didn't think he was about to become a dad nor did he think he was about to find a fuck toy. The only thing he was thinking of was relieving some primal urges. He didn't know just how primal.
As a polar bear he had urges to occasionally go see fish, his feral ancestors' DNA still flowing through him, and even though he was able to have fully cooked meals of salmon, steak, or any amazing dish his lovely wife made he still would come down and imagine himself fishing with his large polar bear claws. He would imagine his large black claws dipping into a frozen lake, followed directly behind by his white furred paws. Maybe even his entire body splashing into the lake as some slippery fish slid from his grasp, him trying his best to take his prize. As he'd climb out of the water his entire body- his white coarse almost straw-like fur and his black nose, lips and ears- would be quickly covered in ice. There would be no worry though, he was a giant polar bear after all, the frozen tundra was just his playground!
He laughed to himself at his little imaginary tale, the chuckle reverberating through the slightly dark curved hallways of the aquarium. He was not quite as feral as the version of himself he pictured in his fantasy, but he was similar: just an ordinary polar bear in almost every way. Tall and large, his bulk made him appear unfriendly to most people and smaller mammals tended to stay away from him. Which is why the tiny otter really caught his interest.
As he began his return to his boring everyday life, he passed by a group of cubs. It must have been a field trip for the little ones. Many were enchanted by the fish but the few who noticed him walk by cowered away as much as they could. All of them except the little blue-green furred otter. He stared at the bear smiling. That smile changed everything for Bruce. Time seemed to stand still as the image burned into his mind. The otter couldn't have been more than 4. So tiny, he seemed to just exude playfulness and happiness. He wore brown overalls. Compared to his bluegreen fur and his green white muzzle (which continued down his neck, probably covering his chest and belly too) the overalls contrasted enough to see how tiny his frame really was. All except for around his crotch, where his slim figure turned into a bulgy, bulky frame. 
Bruce stared hard for what felt like minutes, but in reality time turned slower than his breathing. It was an amazing sight to him, this little of a creature not cowering or crying or running. He actually smiled. Time slowly coming back to normal the polar bear blushed and hurried away, back to the tunnel he was in previously.
He didn't understand what had happened. His heart was aglow unlike anything before- except when he had met his wife. Why was this tiny otter who didn't even reach his knees, who was not even potty trained by the looks of it, for crying out loud, causing his heart to beat wildly.
He closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. All he could see though was the otter. His otter. He wanted him, needed him. He didn't understand it but he couldn't help thinking about it.
The bear grabbed hold of the railing that wrapped around the aquarium, one that separated the walkway from the glass, squeezing it hard. It creaked under his grip as he physically tried to regain his mental sanity. He turned himself toward the glass, towards the fish. The fish were always good for distractions, always satisfied his appetite for the impossible before. But this wasn't his normal dream of being free in the wild, this was a dream so dirty, naughty, and wrong… and one that he could very easily make happen.
Despite staring at the fish swimming by, his mind was far away, reaching the recesses of his primal instinct to mix with the memory of how the otter made his heart flutter. Twisting it into a want and a need and causing him to shift as a familiar feeling in his pants began to grow. That amazing smile burned into his memory caused his polar bear member to strain. He couldn't believe it was happening, he never had interests in cubs before, why now? But, that smile. That look in his eyes. It wasn't fear, it wasn't curiosity. It was as if that little guy wanted him to know that he was also interested in him, and it took everything in him to not let him know everything about him- including the needy bits currently not-so-hidden in his pants.
The railing crumpled under his grasp like aluminum foil. He was struggling. Imagining taking the little cubby into a closet in the back room and just making out with him as he did when he first met his wife; imagining sliding his huge paw over the little toddler's belly, slipping it under his overalls and running his fingers over that diaper, gripping the otter's crotch as softly as possible for the large bear. His head lay against the glass, unable to continue to hold himself up, his needs overwhelming him.
He couldn't do it, right?... Right?

Bruce came back to reality as he heard a commotion from down one of the halls; the group of kids headed down towards him. He blinked and looked down, his pants not hiding anything at all. Quickly looking around he found a small outcropping and hurriedly ran over to it, the shadows in the already dim room hiding him.
Almost instantly, the cubs flooded into the room “oohing” and “ahhing” at the cool fish in this tank. There were just too many to look at or care about. Why was he even nervous, even if his dick wouldn't go down he could just walk by them all, they'd all just cower in fear away from him and wouldn't notice. Well, all except…
The otter finally caught his eye, him staring at the fishes. Bruce felt his dick twitch. The otter must be having similar thoughts that he did, imagining he's a wild ott in the river, catching fishes, until- the bear moved his paw to his hard crotch- until, a feral bear came up on him and stole him, taking him home to his cave.
A bead of pre dripped down through his underwear and his mind came up with a plan. He would take the otter back home with him, he would be his little lover. But his wife… she'd never go along with it! Quickly thinking through things to not lose his chance with the toddler, he came up with a plan for once he arrived home. He believed if his story was plausible enough she would agree to let him be their son, and he would secretly keep him as his little lover.
Bruce stared, watching the little otter with a hunger he had never known, his eyes piercing through the shadows he hid in. He watched and waited for opportunity, like a predator to his prey.
The tiny otter was lost in the fishes and didn't notice his peers and guardians slowly dissipate from the area. Only a few still surrounded him. The bear felt his heart rate increase every time another walked away until there was no one left: no one to keep him from taking the cub, no one to stop him from living his new dream. This would be his moment, his chance.
He slowly, carefully and quietly walked around the exhibit, behind the little creature. His nose picked up his entire scent. Unlike his ancestors though he didn't smell food but he smelt something indescribable. A scent long forgotten as he'd grown. The scent of a cub- so happy, so innocent. It was hard to lay out just what he was smelling through his thoughts, but he craved it. It intertwined with the unmistakable scent of baby powder and a slight scent of urine. The otter definitely was a young one, he was 100% diapered, and wet. 
He inhaled again and stepped up behind him softly and slowly, his shadow growing on the aquarium glass in front of the cub until it overshadowed his view.
The otter cub finally noticed the large presence invading his space, breaking him out of his trance. He looked around the tank and when seeing nothing he turned around with a soft crinkle barely noticeable- unless someone was as close to the otter as Bruce had been. The otter just saw giant white furred legs. Instead of scrambling away as other creatures would, he stood his ground once again and looked up at the large body until he got to the face of the polar bear. 
Trying to hide his intentions as he stared downward, the bear gave off a wide smile and a soft hello. He tried to be as soft and quiet as possible, the predator didn't want to alert anyone else to his continued presence after all, but he also wanted to make sure the otter thought he was a friend. Smiling back the little critter gave a playful cubbish wave and squeaked out a "Hi!"
Bruce was used to having little creatures give him squeaky responses, but those were from fear, not playfulness like the otter's greeting. His heart once again leaped and he gave off a soft churr. Kneeling down, at least a little closer to his level, the bear ruffled the otter's hair. "Well hey there lil one! You seem like a ton of fun unlike those boring other cubbies! What's your name?"
The otter pipped up and bounced a little as his new large friend called him fun. "Kaio!" 
“Well, Kaio. I have a fun idea in my head just for fun lil cubs like yourself, would you like to play a game?"
The otter rocked back and forth, his tail swishing causing soft crinkling from his crotch to tickle the bear's ears. He looked around, seeing none of his guardians around. He usually got in trouble for playing games and wandering off, but they weren't around now! Looking back up at the bear, he nodded enthusiastically.
"Good!" Bruce heartily responded, a slight growl in his voice. He cursed in his mind, he had to get himself under control, he was so close! Scaring him off now would only mean a chase and a distrust from the creature. 
"Let's play the shadow game!" He knew that the shadow game would lead to the cub staying close to him- the aquarium lighting leading to very condensed shadows and, with the others staying away from him as he walked around, would mean no one would notice the little one tagging along. "All you have to do is stay in my shadow as we wander about! Sounds easy right?"
Kaio nodded and thought about how the game would work. "Well the trick is, you also need to stay out of view of anyone else as we pass by them!" Nothing wrong with a little more insurance of course. Keep him happy, out of view, and home soon! "You can even go in between and hide against my legs! Think you can win?" The bear winked, trying to keep up his friendly façade. With the otter nodding back, his plan was finally in motion.

He made it halfway through without any issue. As his excitement grew it became harder for him to keep composure. His pants fought back as his bulge threatened to give him away to anyone who looked close enough. And with more and more people passing by, he was sure it'd be trouble soon. Glancing around he saw a storage room. Better there than anything. He "gamed" with the otter until they reached the door.
As Bruce opened it, the otter looked around nervous. "I dun think my teacher would want me in there! She says I'm not supposed to go play in closets!"
Bruce softly pushed on his back, guiding the tiny one to the room. "Well, I'm not your teacher, huh? Why don't we play a new game? It'll be a lot of fun!" There was a strain, a feral need, in his voice. He needed the otter to just get in there. He wanted him home but if he had to do it here then here was where it was going to be.
The otter nodded and walked into the storage room, the bear following behind looking around to make sure no one was watching. Closing it and barricading it with a box and a broom once inside, he and the tiny otter cub were finally alone together for the first time.

The otter climbed onto boxes stacked in the corner as the door shut, giggling away. He was so happy that this new older friend of his was letting him do all the fun things he wanted to, unaware of the adult’s growing need to satiate his desire.
The bear walked over to him, sitting himself down on some boxes that were positioned as a chair. Just his luck, some employees must take their break in that room! If anyone came by they would just figure someone was in there on break! His dick pulsed against his pants and he looked over at the climbing cub. The diapered rear sat so close to his face, the bulge of the absorbent undergarment threatening to break through the overalls as he bent and twisted and climbed. Bruce growled lustfully at the cub. 
Turning to see what the growl was, Kaio was greeted with piercing black eyes needy with desire. He didn't understand though and playfully growled back as a little cub would. His innocence caused another twitch inside the bear's pants. This was it, he was going to have his new found love touch him. No going back after.
Breathing in deep, the cub's scent firing through his brain, pushing him deeper into his lust, he picked the cub up and placed him on his thigh. The diaper settled against his leg with a slow exhale of the air inside. His nostril filled with the diaper's cubby scent, perfume to his lustful brain as he stared at the cub.
The little otter looked up into Bruce's eyes, the same look that caused the polar bear to become smitten with him. Moaning, the bear tried to make a game out of it, wanting- no, needing the cub to touch him before he creamed into his pants.
Kaio had other ideas, his paw grabbing at the large leg as he innocently balanced on the upper thigh, kicking playfully as his feet hung above the ground. His paw gripped the large bulge, a nice handhold for the cub, unaware what it really was or that he had caused it. Instead he jerked his hand off as the bear loudly growled.
Bruce's brain fogged slightly as the tiny paw touched his sizable member, lust clouding so much of his thoughts and vision. The cub was touching him, giving him what he wanted. He growled lustfully to tell him to continue, but instead of continuing the otter had pulled away, a concern in his eyes. Not wanting to hurt or actually scare the poor thing, Bruce breathed in deeply to try to clear his head a little and calm himself for the moment.
"O-oh," he groaned to the little 4 year old, "don't worry lil one. You were mph-" He felt his cock twitch and spread more pre in his pants. "You just made me feel really good. Just…" Racking his brain, he tried his hardest to both make the cub understand as well as want to help out with his massive erection. "Just like how the games you play make you feel good, this game makes bigger friends feel good!"
He bit his lip, his cock twitching in need again. But not only that, he needed the cub to like him; he needed the beautiful and innocent little cub to be his little mate.
"D-do you wanna play? Make d-" he paused for a second, knowing how weird the next word would be to the cub, "Make d-daddy feel good?"
"Daddy?" The cub looked at the bear quizzically.
The bear almost blew his load in his pants as the otter called him that. But it wouldn't be a satisfying cum, not unless the innocent otter was touching him. "Mph… y-yeah, daddy. That's my name in the game. You'll be my baby in it."
He groaned and couldn't hold himself back any longer, he was going to have to get off no matter what. His paw, shaking from adrenaline, grabbed his zipper and pulled. If he wasn't so hot and horny, the sheer strength of his bear dick popping out would have made him laugh. An amazing relief overcame him as he was finally free from his crotch prison before he realized he exposed himself to his young new lover. Instantly he felt the straining again, but this time without anything holding him back. If ever he had been hard, it was never like this. It didn't compare to his current need. 
The little otter just stared. Who could blame the little guy? It was massive to his tiny body and it was all new to him. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. Somewhere inside him, unawakened until now, something knew exactly what it was. He didn't consciously understand it, but there were parts of his brain that begged him to touch. Not only that, the scent the bear's member gave off elicited a feral need inside, opposite of the bear's need. His ears dropped, not because of being scared, but because he felt it was right to do so. Even at 4, Kaio knew his place to the bear.
"C-can I touch?" The otter never looked away from the drooling bear meat in front of him. He swallowed slowly, so many new feelings overwhelming his senses before he remembered to add a soft "D-daddy?".
He didn't wait for a response, his paw already reaching out and grabbing the slick bear dick. The bear closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, breathing in deeply. The otter was inexperienced of course, but it didn't matter, the bear groaned and throbbed with each and every touch he gave. 
He let the little one explore for a bit before picking him up as gently as possible and stripping him of his clothing, finally getting to look at that tiny body complimented by the diaper that he kept smelling. His dick spurted a bit more pre, dribbling onto the soft fur of the almost-naked otter. Seeing him with a little wet mark from his dick caused his animal instincts to flare again. He needed to have his sexual scent on him, needed anyone who smelled him to know that the otter was his. Guiding Kaio down onto his lap, the bear angled his own dick to the diaper's leg holes. 
It was a tight fit, his tip agonizingly slowly pushing the material away from its wearer. As more and more of his cock slipped through, the closer and closer the polar bear got. The otter chirred, happy to be playing this new game that tingled his brain with new feelings- all with his new big friend.
Bruce tensed as he felt it, his tip touched the little dick hidden inside. In an instant he felt his balls tense up and his vision go white as he had his strongest orgasm ever. His cum filled the little cub's diaper as load after load of the warm sticky fluid escaped from his twitching meat and onto the 4 year old otter's tiny little dick. The otter laughed hard at the new weird feeling, it tickling his nethers and soaking his diaper. That pure, innocent laugh was the last thing Bruce heard before he passed out.

Starting to come around, Bruce was unsure why he had been asleep, let alone what the feeling down below was. It was one that was both super pleasurable, super ticklish, and ignited his brain hard. But still half asleep, he couldn't place any thoughts or feelings until there was a giggle. In an instant everything came back to him and he finally realized the little otter was playing with his extremely sensitive dick. He squirmed hard, causing Kaio to laugh more and play with his new toy harder.
Groaning, the polar bear sat up. He felt like he had just done the most intense cardio workout of his life. His heart had to have been going a mile a second before he passed out. It was still pumping hard as he looked down with his newest playmate, seeing the little kiddo playing with his still half hard member. He quickly lifted the cub to keep him from playing with the sensitive meat more, and turned the cub to face him. A squish from the newly extra soaked diaper filling Bruce's ears as he placed an arm under the otter's bottom.
Kaio pawed at the whiskers of his new friend before resting his tiny cum covered paw on top of the bear's black nose, holding his muzzle lightly with the adorable innocence that only a little cub could give. Bruce smiled and wiggled his nose to make him giggle as he looked over what he'd done. Luckily he seemed to have exploded mostly into the poofy garment the cub wore, only a little bit of his cum stained the otter's underbelly- just above the diaper waistband and a bit below the leg bands where his cum covered cock had to have slipped out. Good, easy cleanup.
He smiled extra wide at his new little friend, making the paw on his nose move more on purpose to elicit a cute reaction from him. "Well now, lil guy, that was a fun game, huh?" The otter, while giggling from his paw moving, smiled back and nodded. "Let's get you all dressed again and we can play even more fun games later!"
Placing the otter on the ground and grabbing the cute overalls the little cub wore, his mind finally started to comprehend what he had done. He had a sexual interaction with a cub, not only that: he wanted more from him. He wanted the cub to be his little mate, even after he had emptied his horniness in the tot's diaper. Clear headed, he wanted this cub to be his. His own scent mixing with the little one's scent just seemed right in his head. As he pulled Kaio's pants up his little legs and over his soaked diaper, hiding the bear's naughtiness under the innocent garbs, he smiled. There was going to be a lot more of this in their future together.
"Let's go home!" He boldly picked up his new cub, no more sneakily walking by. He smelt of the polar bear, after all. The cub laughing and leaning up against the straw-like fur helped as well, no one could tell he was getting kidnapped and taken to a new home. It just looked like a loving dad and son to anyone unaware.

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The polar bear breathed in deeply as they arrived home. He had practiced over and over in his head just what he was going to tell his wife. It sounded insane. How was she going to believe his story? Finding a cub, that his parents had passed in a bad accident, and saying he would take him in. Such a dumb story… but it was the sanest thing he could think of in a few hours time.
He opened his door and went to the backseat as his wife came up behind him, happy to see him home.
He gulped and pulled the sleeping little otter out of his new car seat and turned around. "Honey, I'd like you to meet someone…"

END OF PART 1