Only the birds had anything to say at such an early hour, chattering away just above the sleepy suburb. Hushed, dark homes and shady streets waiting while the sun took its time rising. In this peaceful atmosphere, Jade was able to fully enjoy her run. Hooves clopped down the sidewalk where it curled off into the park and soon a row of trees cut between her and the street. Soon she was racing her reflection in an algae-riddled pond. Brisk air passed over a small but shapely butt under the short tail. Only a thin strip of purple nylon divided her cheeks in the back and snugly bundled up the more sensitive of the gazelle's lips in front. Straps of her sports bra criscrossed toned back muscles while holding a couple handfuls of perky round boobage high and proud. Long runner's legs carried her swiftly onward. The skimpy outfit gave her an extra kick of adrenaline, one of the thrills she was fond of seeking. Scantily clad, racing against the sun. Flirting shamelessly with the danger of being seen. Jade was nothing but confident though. She took pride in being hard to catch. Opening her stride, her face was one of pure serenity. Effortlessly she made approaching dawn look lazy, already completing her laps around the park and halfway down the street toward home by the time a line of gold appeared on the horizon. - The coffee pot served as a lighthouse in the dim azure light filling the kitchen. The shadow of a huge, chubby grizzly bear lumbered toward the beacon. Morgan yawned as he poured himself a cup and tasted the morning's first brew. Smacked his lips and absently scratched at his prominent belly. It was the same old routine he followed for decades. Until today, when he bundled up his bathrobe and shuffled toward the door. Taking in a deep breath of fresh morning air, the old grizzly took his first whiff of retirement and it did not dissapoint. He seated himself on a bench and got comfortable, easily accomplished thanks to the hushed early morning ambiance. Though it did make the sound stand out that much more. The telltale clop of hooves on the sidewalk. Somebody was rapidly approaching but slowing down. She came into view at a brisk walk and the sight of her provided a more immediate jolt than the coffee. Suffice to say, he was now awake in full, senses suddenly wide open to the world. They locked eyes. He was caught looking, coffee cup paused halfway to his mouth. She was caught just shy of being naked, strolling down the sidewalk. For what felt like several seconds they openly gawked at each other but in reality neither paused what they were doing. Both kept their poker faces firmly in place. "Good morning," The low, bass voice seemed to pass in a wave of static over her body. She came to an abrupt halt, standing with rigid hesitation for a second. Her backside was presented at attention for him and yet she couldn't bring herself to move other than to turn her head. "Ah, g-good morning Mr. Norberg-" She returned over her shoulder. He waved a hand, "Pssh. I'm retired, honey. Just Morgan is fine," "Got it," She replied with a nervous giggle and moved on a couple steps, "And, uh..Congrats on retiring. Hope you enjoy it," He grinned ear to ear and raised his mug in her direction. Jade always knew it was bound to happen eventually. But she wasn't expecting it to be quite so intense. The old bear's eyes had been all over her, she knew, though that voice was what really left both sets of cheeks feverishly warm. She had to take her time showering, squatted down under the water fondling herself until she could think straight again. This little early morning thrill ride was about to get more intense, she was sure of that. - As the sun was getting ready to rise on another day, Jade made her way outside her home. Peering down the street, she found not a soul in sight or earshot as usual. Unless that old bear across the street might be shuffling around behind dark windows. The thought did not deter her at all- she stepped with purpose and a bit of a strut out into the silent road. Reaching to her ankles she began to stretch her muscles out. Arched her back, letting the hard nipples rising through the fabric of her sports bra to face the sky. Twisted her torso one way and the other. Then began the finale by swinging a leg up, reaching over her head to grasp it in a standing split. She held this position a moment, staring forward in the impression of a bust decorating the front of a ship. This was repeated with the other leg. If the old grizzly wanted another peek, then this would be the time to get it. Tossing her hair back and tying the dark brown locks into a ponytail, she glimpsed his house with a smirk and hands on hips. Then she whipped off, running down the street. Some time after her cheeks bounced off into the distance, Morgan realized his nose was squished against the window. But he at last shook his head and turned his attention back to breakfast. - Morgan had always been a frustrated baker in his spare time. Carefully as he would follow the recipe, more often than not his baked goods would come out with anomalies. Upside down muffins, cursed cookies, disturbed donuts. Sometimes pies would inexplicably have bannanas stabbed directly into them once recovered from the oven. Still the urge to bake would strike from time to time, as it was doing a week or so later and so Morgan was up early rolling dough by the time the hooved piece of ass clipclopped past his window. On this occasion, it was open and the lights on, making it a little more obvious when they caught sight of each other. Beneath a wavering lock of deep brown, one of her big green eyes winked at him. The dough was getting a rough treatment between his claws as he watched her saunter across the street back to her house. His mind lingered on her as he assembled the pie. More specifically that slender, shapely and taut body of hers that she maneuvered so easily. Flexed it in ways he instinctively acted out on the dough. If the opportunity presented itself, he would plop her down right in the middle of his pie crust. Sex on the kitchen table was a good way to end up with a cake flavored asshole, but that would be her problem. Something parted his morning robe, rising up so stiffly and abruptly that it slammed into the bottom of the table and rattled the cutlery. Despite the distraction, the pie came out good. Too good in fact. It swelled up in a pair of warm, smooth mounds in its midst. He took a while admiring the pleasing shape, running a claw up and down the cleft between the pleasantly shaped hills for a few moments. A taste was what he needed. - Another quiet morning, another run completed before most folk were even out of bed. Today, it looked like Mr. Norberg...Morgan, was among them. She didn't see any activity passing by his house. Ah well, he should be pretty familiar with her booty by now. And it wasn't like he was going to catch it in the first place. She halted at the mouth of her driveway, spotting something laying on the ground beside the mailbox. A folded up newspaper. She picked it up as if it were an ancient artifact. It certainly wasn't for her- it had to have been tossed on her lawn by mistake. Who even had newspapers delivered anymore? There was actually no doubt about it, her eye turning to the house across the street. "Well, I suppose I could do a good deed for the old guy since I've been teasing him so much," Dull clomps resounded on the porch as she strode toward the front door, plopping the paper down on the welcome mat. Pausing, she wondered if she should knock. It was dark beyond the glass panes. The bear was surely snoozing away in there somewhere but she wished he could catch a glimpse of her departing his porch. Being so close yet still leaving him no chance of laying his claws around her hips and round ass cheeks. It would have made the morning shower much more intense, her pussy throbbing at the mere thought. A shadow rose up, eclipsing the horny gazelle. Whirling around, she found the porch's entrance now occupied by the old grizzly himself. Brown fur, slightly faded with age, over a round belly protruding from his morning robe. "Well, now!" Morgan said, "I wasn't expecting to see you at my door," "I, uh..I was just returning your p-paper, sir," Jade managed to explain, her voice a bit higher than their other interactions. Arms crossed, he nodded. "That's very neighborly of you. But you've got yourself caught now too," With the ursine's bulk he had the steps squarely blockaded. He leaned forward with a finger poised on his thick muzzle in contemplation. "And I think you really stopped by for another reason. I think you wanted to flaunt your cute little butt in my face again," Jade noticed the thin shorts he wore contained a noticeable bulge. It was already thick, but now lengthening itself, crawling down one of the legs and taking on an unmistakable shape. "You know it's been driving me crazy," He said as he soothingly massaged the growing cock, "But I've been saving all that pent up energy," Jade clapped a hand over her mouth as it had come to hang open in awe. A third leg emerged from the leg of the shorts. Much like the owner, it was thick and massive. Steam rose from the veiny member where it met chilly morning air. A stitch ripped with its effort to hold back the grizzly cock from flinging itself upward. "You caught me. Fair and square," She said softly as he loomed closer. His claws were all over her, up and down the slender hourglass figure and circling the hips. Her sports bra was ripped open, pulled off her shoulders and discarded. Soon to follow was the small strip of nylon, stretching as it was tugged down from the grip of her ass and then slid down to her knees. Massive claws cupped her head, tilting it upward toward his grinning face. The broad ursine snout pressed down on top of her head as he took a couple huffs. His belly swelled, pressing against her tits and squishing erect nipples back into the perky mounds they sprouted from. Morgan released a hungry growl, deep and primal. Her entire body trembled from the noise and the snarling muzzle pressed against her forehead. Deep as his voice was, this was something entirely different. It was a command issued to her on the deepest instinctual level. Her prey instincts obeyed. Told her it was all over now that she was in his grip. Her body went limp on the spot, surrendering itself to him in full regardless of her opinion on the matter. Her head fell slack, bobbing on the long neck as if it were broken- but she was quite alright and keenly aware of the slightest touch while this giant predator fondled her naked body. Her cheeks blushed through the thin lighter fur of her muzzle and she began to pant. Morgan picked her up without effort and then slung her over both shoulders, binding her ankles together with one hand and her wrists with the other. Wearing his catch quite proudly he strolled down the driveway. There he stood and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. And then on the hood of his car he took his time laying her out, appreciating the musculature of her nude body, salivating as if in anticipation of a delicious pie. He ran his hands up the highly toned legs, the tips of his claws tickling her calf muscles on their way up to her thighs and nudged against her pussy lips with each pass. She could feel the rings he wore on his fingers, sliding over her, pressing into her flesh where he squeezed her. He pinched her gently, running the thin, fine pelt between his fingers and ho-hummed over it as if choosing material for a carpet. Taking a thigh in each hand he spread her legs wide and then bent them up until her hooves flanked her limp head. This little wet slut was flexible, she had been happy to demonstrate as much with her stretching routine. There was only one part of her that was not regularly stretched so well and he was about to fix that. He stroked the warm lips of her pussy a few times and then brought his nose down to it. Small and tight, but it proved easily adaptable to his tongue as it played over her and sunk inside to wriggle around. Her tail flickered madly as she gave little feminine sighs of pleasure each time his tongue flexed. His snout remained planted in her loins as a wet slurping, slopping sound grew in intensity while he lapped at her and in response her moaning became more pronounced. "Moaning like a little whore is going to wake the whole neighborhood up. But I guess you can't exactly help that, now can you?" He stood back, giving her drenched pussy a few slaps. Still she was totally powerless. Her instincts wouldn't allow her to do much more than twitch as her pussy and clit were explored by huge, rough hands. She was pushed up, head dangling over the other side of the car and giving her an upside down view of the neighborhood as it started to awaken. Lights were coming on in the windows, coffee was brewing and residents were starting to make their way outside for work or routine early morning activites. None suspecting that they would find a young gazelle stripped and spread wide open, her firm, sculpted body being savaged by an old fat ursine brute. Unexpected but not unwelcome. They had already gained at least a couple audience members looking out from their porches. Morgan leaned into his next task even as he waved to friends, head held high and a devilish grin on his muzzle even as his hands encircled Jade's hips. She didn't react when the head of his cock plopped heavily down on top of her pussy. All that confidence and cockiness was gone. She was just some warm meat stretching painfully around the giant cock he was shoving inside. The flat stomach boasting the outline of abs, now swelled with the impression of his grizzly, girthy meat pushing deeper. Jade's eyes rolled back in her head as it swayed from the weight that began slamming into her. Morgan drove his cock in, stretching her pussy to its limits before the incredible pressure retreated for an instant only to come surging back inside. Each thrust sent fluids squirting in all directions, the vulgar wet slapping competing with her moans. It felt like her entire consciousness had been relocated to her pussy, compelling her to do nothing but squeeze at the fat cockhead stretching her out. But it barreled in and out heedless of her efforts to grasp onto it. Vaguely she was aware of an engine approaching. One of the residents off to his commute, but what a show he was sent off with. The young male goat leaned out of his window to flash a thumbs up at Morgan, taking his time passing by the scene at a crawl. Whether it was passing cars or gawking pedestrians, Morgan paid no mind to their surroundings. For what felt like hours he continued to ravage her. Once more he slammed his cock into her hard. Her back arched as an orgasm rattled through her and she spasmed, fluid gushing down the hood and spattering on the driveway. He remained planted inside her as he crawled up, grabbed her by the horns and lifted her head up. His tongue entered her mouth as he sloppily sucked her face and spent a good, long time doing so. When at last he unlatched his maw from her plump dick slurping lips, he dragged her tongue out along with a string of saliva before letting her flop back down. "Well..I guess I'm not as young as I used to be. Else we'd be here until noon, little prey girlie," He hauled her up and off the hood of the car. Over to the porch, where he draped her limp, sore, soaked body over the banister to drain for a while. It was late in the morning before Jade could move again. By then, pretty much the entire neighborhood had witnessed what had been done to her. She served as a warning, or promise, of what happens when a little slut decides to tease her elders. When cheeks clap too close to the throbbing giant grizzly cock. From that day forward, passing Morgan's house wasn't just an extra thrill for Jade- it was the main event. As he instructed, she would now complete her runs entirely nude. And he would wait for her patiently, knowing that the clopping of hooves on the sidewalk meant that she was about to spring up the steps and onto his cock. The old grizzly had scarcely imagined retirement would be this much fun.