Tame Induction


Written by Septia.


The laundry felt heavier today than it had last time. The weight was almost comforting in my grasp, grounding. Though it made me reflect on the fact I had been working through a fair few pairs of underwear the past days. 
	“Mmfpg, o-ok e-easmfm eaasmff.” 
	I stopped by my son’s room, his voice, strong, albeit muffled. The door, sat ajar. Peering inside, I saw Lilac perched on his burea, Amid down on his knees before the ragamuffin feline who rested her upper tail on his brow as she made use of his… service. 
	-Clflrhs- The faint crinkle of kitty litter traversing through the cat flap rustling throughout the airspace between us. I could feel Amid's shivers as he wrapped his tongue around a bar of feline fudge, forcing it through his throat. 
	The thought occurred that getting a cat to be so disciplined, and in such proximity when they preferred to handle their business in seclusion; was… impressive. Once she had deposited another curl down my son's maw, she even let him lick her cheeks clean. Well… 
	“Mfmg, fmpgshh,” Amid mumbled whilst getting the hind of silver fluff brushed back in his face – a display of a perverted usage of a mop. 
	Lilac peered up, making eye contact. -Mwrreeowsr-. 
	I shuddered back from the door, and set off to my bedroom with the laundry. 


Though once I had just gotten the basket down, Amid wobbled through my door. 
	“H-hey mfsm, mom,” he said. Through the swirling grimaces he made, I could see him trying to wade through the residual litter. “I thought, maybe you, would appreciate some help. I have most of my chores covered already, so…” 
	It brought me a smile, “there's no pressure, however, if you do want to help, if you don't mind rolling up our sleeves together, the porch could certainly do with a once over.” Mother and son shared a look, and together, they smiled. 


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~ 1 ~


Once the broom scruff sunk into the bucket, the clear water turned polluted in the verdant grime that had settled on the porch. I wiped my brow, standing up to keep scrubbing the boards. I had forgotten how bright the wood had once been, I hadn't seen it since long before moving out.
	“I thought you had repainted it, to be honest,” I called out to Zenia on the other end of the wooden platform.
	She made a dismissive gesture and chuckled back, scrubbing the boards on all fours. 
	It made me smile. I found myself giggling with her, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air before scrubbing out the bright hue beneath the grime. 
	-Krsscrrsch- 
	I looked up: did I know that rustle?; Towards the end of where the backyard transitioned into forest glade past our picket fence. Something was rustling through the bushes. And with a leap… the doe sprung forth. 
	She leapt past the fence, then slowed her steps, glistening bug-eyes aimed at me, then my mother. 
	It couldn't be the same deer, could it? The one who had ambushed my mother at her lowest, I clung to the broom shaft. 
	The doe turned its head back. The bushes…, still rustled… 
	-Dwwmmts- the ground quaked beneath a massive paw. Another soon emerged, leaves and branches caved back, as from out the foliage, emerged a bear. It swayed its head toward the deer, heaving forwards, out of the leaves. 
	The doe hopped, making an arch as it approached the porch. The bear followed, I was uncertain if the bear was in pursuit of the deer, since its calm demeanour, made it sooner give the impression the doe was leading the beast; tugged along the path by an invisible leash. 
	-Chhrrrck- The fence creaked as the ursine bore down its weight on the wood, in a few steps the fence caved under its saunter, strolling right our way. 
	“M-mom,” I stammered. 
	Zenia had looked up to me at the creaking, but as soon as she realised… she scrambled back. 
	-Hrrgggrrooaa-. The bear growled setting off in a sprint that had us bolted in fear. And just as we stopped moving, its pace eased… The mountain of dirt brown fur and muscly pudge lumbered onto the porch. Each step bringing the behemoth closer to tower above us. Anxiety racked my brain. What did you do in a case like this? Make yourself look big? Play dead? It was keen on us already, to trick it seemed out of the question. My heart beat out of my chest. At a quick glance, I saw my mother's face stricken pale. 
	-Fnnrnrfnns- Its nostrils flared as it drew in a breath, turns its head between the two of us on either end of the porch. 
	Mom was just two meters away, but I had never felt further from her. 
	-Fnnrrgg- It huffed, and the hulking animal lumbered towards Zenia. 
	“M-mom,” I wheezed in a whisper as the doe hopped up by my side, my knees shaking, legs depleted, tendons caving as I slumped onto the ground. Staring at the massive hind walking towards my mother and from my position prodded me onto my back with its forehead, the last I could see was the white fear in my mother's eyes, before I was shrouded in a veil of dotted pelt. 


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Huge. H-how. Bears didn't… they didn't come this close to… I felt the colour of my nails shift as they dug into soggy planks. A great emptiness imprinted in my chest as the beast approached and stole my lungs right from me. With… detailed schematics of how those claws crumbled my ribs and gouging out my chest in a vicious rupture played in my mind. Its jaws were big enough to fit my head… If the fence had been no matched, what chance did my frail skull have? My teeth clattered. The bear lowered its face level with mine. 
	-Ffhnrnth- a huff of mucus lined breath soaked over my face. I bit together. Eyes shut. I couldn't watch. Wishing it would walk past… or at least… make it quick. … But nothing came. Hundreds of stutters from my heart passed, and there was only blackness. Blackness… and the faint shift of air bending around the beast's limbs. 
	I peeked with one eye… And was met by a vast plain of deep, umber bear hinds. 
	For a moment my heart stopped. Serenity, in the eye of the storm. It was, calming, to come to terms with the reality laid out before me. Oh, it just wants that. The relief was short lived. 
	-Bbffwthtpsm- The ursine buttocks descended, crawling around the sides of my face, marinating me in a musk of infested chestnuts and briny moss. I held up a pair of suspenders, the long tufts of shaggy fuzz wormed their way all over me, tangling through my own and wrapping under my shirt, bunching up to my suspenders; I was lodged in a rainforest of the ursine's ass groove. The funk ramped up in potency whilst the beast shuffled its rear to pin me against the ground, until I was acquainted with ground zero; the pink bulb of pinched flesh planted against my chin, then drawn upwards, the supple flesh marrying my lips and pasting a trail of pungent balm. I laid still taken by the magnitude of the weight behind it, squeamish. Until the pit twitched and warped open. -Spfllpfsthsh- The flesh parted and draped over my chin and cheeks, for a moment dipping me inside the reeking sinuous sewers… -Sppglfhhthtsh- before I was sprung back out. 
	-Ghrlpghhthghs- A chorus of crinkling, steaming guttural nougat pried the surrounding brim. -Slflpfths- Gummy paste plastering onto my face as it pushed me out of contact with the pucker, lower head sculpting a cast in the fresh clay. I caught every fissure trailing down the hunk's surface imprisoned into my skin, burnished with filthy bear grime that seeped in through my senses. The rugged surface moulding my face as it wound out the gaping chasm. I caught glimpse of the texture of old shirts twisted and bundled into a heap, then frozen so every fold held firm, yet radiating heat that could keep a house warm through the winter. Despite the bear's deep umber coat, the manure stood in stark contrast with a clear charcoal black. 
	-Chflprhfhths- The muck folded down, sloughing to spread over and encase my neck, bearing down on my throat.
	“Mfmghfmpghsa,” I huffed at the mounting pressure, my breath vibrating as a violin string as I let my lips relax… 
	-Clpfhtpghs- the pillar of dung pressed down harder, and my chest ricoche’d.
	It wasn't enough. I strained my maw, more than just giving in, I was actively struggling to force my maw wider, anything to avoid asphyxiation on its egress… wider… wider… I could feel the cusp of the mound's girth… then… -Chhrlrpthgpglssoughtw- The Column of folded bear fudge tobogganed through my lips, my splayed maw around the magnitude of the muddy mound piercing my maw. Generous gunk slotting into my swelling cheeks and quickly congesting my throat. I had steered the filth off its chocking path, but now what remained of my taste buds were assaulted by the virulent gruel, and my throat taking the brunt of the weight from the filth wading through it. 
	“Mpfh fmphhsa,” I groan out around the onslaught of the sludgy behemoth baring down its bulk. -Splpthths- I could feel the filth smushing into the back of my throat, shoving me against the planks below. It really hadn't helped… Instead of being buried in bear mulch I was now chocking on this gruel of pickled mushrooms and vinaigrette soaked moss, despite how soft the folds of the mush looked, they were each hard as bark. But I had gotten this far… I had to bite down… -Chht- My teeth made dents in the grime, tucking clogs of it between my molars to be deep enough to where I wondered if I would ever get it out. But I wedged it apart, twisting my head along with the motions of the bear's hind and tearing the hunks off its joints -Slflpsths- -Cphthptsl- and trawling it back down my neck -Gllmmgogpgsh-. Each swallow forced my tastebuds to be smeared in the oily exteriors of petrichore taffy, which its texture begun to match the more I worked through it, and the less I forced myself to ignore it. 
	-Glghsmp- Despite this, the sludge lodged stuck in my throat. Gullet bloated around the tube of sallow loam. It felt like gagging on a fist sized pinecone. And once I was done with that, there laid so much more tepid bear bile above to blockade my throat. 


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“Mmf mumps,” I huffed out as the doe wiggled above. My cheeks ballooning with an avalanche of chestnut sized clumps of grassy fertilizer. My mouth reeking of a mulch pile that was just added to a stack of wilted hay, which became a clearer contrast when the deer raised up and I could gasp in a faint wheeze of clean air. Despite how the texture pricked and tickled along my maw, it could be worse. The grassy overtones were somewhat mild. A chill trickled down my spine, realizing just how much of a palette I had built up around this… I tilted my head towards the beast, seeing it smother most of my mother in its fur, though I could see the strained wriggling legs and hear her wheezing breaths under the insulation of beast fur. 
	“M-hwhawm. H-Hswnng ho own,” I mumbled out. -Splffrsssths- As a beam of liquid pungency splattered down over my face, drenching me with copper scented amber, matting my hair flat and mixing in with the mold and dirt on the planks beneath me. Stacks of smog rising around me to fog my vision., directing me to peer up to a clear, blue summer sky. 


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My throat strained in every swallow, -Gllgmgps- -OOGmgpsh- concentrated effort required at each load of bear dough billowing through the threshold between its brim and my lips. My head swaying in synch with the motions of the ursine, smearing manure over my cheeks as it tangled me up in its fur, grinding against me to scratch whatever itch gnawed its hind. Too much pressure, too far a sweep… 
	-Crfffshg- The planks below me creaked. The pressure eased. I parted my grease encrusted eyelids to see the bear hind raise upwards. Tears finally started to bead. Relief… -Twwnng- Until a squeal of tensile rubber sprung, and I saw my suspenders tangled in the fur of the hind. Slowly, pulling me up with the nougat spooling pit. 
	“W-wait no, w-wait I'm s-stuck wai-,” I pleaded. 
	-Ghrababrspsul- my voice alerting the bear, who stood up ready, and with the force of the tautened suspenders, slinging my face right into the muck engorged chocolate chute -Crrlpffhwhpshgtw- my face mired in the globby grit, gradually -Krslspchhts- peeling free, as the filth piled onto my head and sunk down my maw, the tautened straps keeping me cradled against the wide hind, and nursing down every globule of bark taffy deposited from the musk misted trench above. 


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Portia Stood up on the dinner table, looking out through the dining room window overlooking the porch. Glued to the invading beasts. She barked -Waaooff- 'Intruders.' 
	More of the animals begun to gather. Emperor standing by the table, Anastasia hopping up beside the spitz dog, Markson flapping to cling to a stool edge. 
	'Husse out there,' Portia gestured. 
	Emperor tucked in his tail, stifling a whimper, 'Danger.' 
	Portia turned expectantly to Anastasia. The cat licked its wrist and brushed over its face, 'Others sleeping'. 
	Portia growled. Powerless, the dog putting her paws to the window, barking at the bear, though little sound made it past the window. She was forced to watch her husse swinging from the bear's hind, gagging down globs of gluey gunk, until the damp fudge factory had emptied. 


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-Glmpghgsl- -oOLpggshs- I swallowed, panting through my nose and mouth alike, everything torched by the marred fumes of bear balm and ass grease. Fraught, but not struggling with swallowing more form the sinking, shrinking pucker. I reached up, working on the hair tangling my suspender.s Fast enough. 
	-Ghrhawsl- the bear growled. 
	-Cllpths- I got it loose -whthtpsms- and with a swing of the bears cheeks the others followed suit, drawing some tufts of the ursine's hind pelt as I tumbled off to the ground, -Slptths- landing face first on my stomach engorged by ochre bear chocolate naugat. 
	-Hrrruuuuooowwwwrrhrhr- The bear howled with a base tremor beating through its throat. 
	The doe sprung up from Amid and darted away at the sound. Despite how calm it had been in the beast's presence, now it fled for its life… 
	I gasped out and wrapped my arms around my gut, pulsating with ache. I, I felt heavy as a boulder with the mortar deposited in my guts, but at least… it… I felt a weight on my side. Then a sharp prod. The bars claws curled around my suspenders. -Chhrrshhthca- In one rend it ripped the fabric asunder. Claw came down on my other side and tearing through cloth, snagging onto my jeans below and peeling them off.
	“Phaha haha ahhaphaua…” I shuddered and gasped for breath as it moved closer, the shadow crawling upwards along my body, until it blocked out the light, and the entirety of the bear loomed above me… -Sllfstph- a faint sound of moisture and slime. -sslpttwp- a prod from behind; soft flesh, warped and contorted into thick nubs along a battering ram of raw muscle. My eyelids twitched, I looked to the side, to Amid, sitting aghast. “D-dear?” I wheezed. 
	-Cllpthths- The Meat clapped into my bare cheeks, sweeping along and leaving a trail of pre in its path, the barbed shaft snagging around my panties before the bear found its path, the beasthood delving past my cheeks, and burrowing into the first hole it found with a squeal of lubricants packed together -Ggrrlfpfshthwtptsg-. 
	“Fhngyfyfhgss,” my eyes bulged as the dick sunk into my my crotch, my lips bit pale from the pressure and girth wedging through the solemn passage. There was no resistance, there was only pain as the ripped dick penetrated my ageing flowerbud, shaking my body down to its marrow in the first, heaving thrust -Thhrwwpwpwlphp- -Ddwttbptshgsl-. 
	“Mgngaaaa, mgygaa…” I screamed. 
	“Mom…” Amid shouted heaving himself up to come towards-. 
	-Hrrrruruawwowowrg- The bear's voice battered him back on his ass. 
	I see. He's not going to give me up. His tree trunk of a dick sunk into my pussy, slamming me forwards in as he ploughed my dry fields, paws resting down on my shoulders to keep me from slipping in the rut. 
	The ache… the torching strain of this bulwark penetrating me, clogging up my snatch with a pillar of pulsating flesh. With each surging thrust, the rugged cock congested the path to my very core. My hips rocked in the beat of his dick. -Twwlpthsp- -Cllptths- -Twwptlp- -Clltthcsh- My ass pounded raw, and my innards ravaged by the richly… textured… cock. The strain was… It was paralyzing -Clspghghs- -Slgplghghsa- I could feel my gut rolling back and forth beneath me, the ploughing beating and pressure kneading my gut to the boards below, mangling the filth in my gut, each thrust melding it closer to a smooth, creamy dough… So many nerves screamed out, I could not focus on anything -- fading into a forest without trees -- conscious of that at any point, if I acknowledged the pain, it would overwhelm me. 
	-Thtpptsp- -Thtwtwp- -Chhtchuhcwp- The thrusts… this… rhythm… it… reminded me of… something. 


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My own mother… stuffed bloated with thick chocolate, and now a the mercy of this beast's passion. I heard my breath, yet I could not he feel my chest rising. I only stared as fluids splatter around her crotch, her legs flailed in rhythm with the pounding. He… he had stolen her from me… s-stolen her. And… I could just… watch. Maybe it was nervousness building too high… but I felt my mast chocked in the tent of my pants… I… I had to… but… I closed my eyes, and dug my hand down my pants, tending to the throbbing urge, as the clutches of my mom's ass and the bears lap joined with the -Slfpthshts- squelch from her gorged gut into a rousing chorus. 
	~“ Everyone… mfs.”~ 
	I blinked, and stared at my mother, eyes closed, one hazy and staring into nothing. But her mouth forming syllables, and when she had enough air to spare… 
	~“ Everyone is asking, for what you got, cus everyone is mfsm, looking for their sfmsm spot.”~ 
	She was singing. An old swing tune, a faint memory, in the back of my head. And even as her insides were scrambled, and the bear bore down on her with all its might… she kept singing. 
	~“They're all lookifnfngf, foooowwr, just the biggest, just the biggest, fmmfwpfs, just the biggest one around. J-just the biggest, j-just the biggest star osfmfma fang… o-on s-stage…”~
	I stared in disbelief, my own hand lost in its own rhythm. Has she gone insane? I could only imagine what she was going through… but… I couldn't stop jerking off… it was, S-so m-much. So much… 


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~“Just the biggest j-jjust the biggest, s-show in t-townj-just the b-biggest star on stage,” the song blossomed, through the pain, through the marred nerves, through the mist soaking my throats in a cocktail of strain and bear compost. I kept thinking of he song, the next verse, the next tune… then… I felt my face warp into a grimacing grin. Then I could try to enjoy this thorough dicking… the rawest one I had had in my life, if I just saw past the pain, if I jut… -splotch- Tears, pooling and soaking into the grimy wood. The meat, struck harder, deeper, wider… 
	-Houuraaaaaarrrhhfff- The howl ruptured through the ursine's throat, closer to a heave of air, from lungs as wide as a man's torso. 
	-Slfpthhts- -Cspthtsh- Globules of curdled spunk spluttered out in droves at the gaps along the rim ridge of Zenia's pussy, mom holding onto the last tune in a shrill croon, whilst a river of bear spunk spritsed her birth canal. A dense cream pumping through the ursine cockpit till its balls laid dry… 
	Silence. Silence, filled with broken breaths. -Cfrrlpfshthsa- A creaking smear of fluids, as the mast reeled out of Zenia's insides. -Csllrpths- tethers of spunk webbing the barbed mast within the gaping pussy, drooling dollops of lust and bear nectar out over the porch, seeping between the planks. 
	-Huurrff- The bear scoffs, wriggling its muzzle. The behemoth wanders around, tugging around the slumped, ragdoll of a woman, until he reached her face. He nosed her. Tongue rolling out, a pink slab, wide as a palm, planted against her cheek, and drawn up in a smooth lap, painting a film of spittle along her face. Another few laps, the woman's face cloaked in drool. 
	-Rhhrhf- the bear scoffs again, nuzzling along her body, as it roams down the length of the porch, steeping off the platform, and shuffling back towards the woods; the last to be seen being the wide bear hind, swaying into the foliage, out of sight. 


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~ 2 ~


“Mom. Mom? Mom, can you hear me, a-are you okay?” Amid calls out, I can hear it… he's, somewhere close. I swim through layers and layers of distancing emotions… until… a grasp, his hand, an anchor… I sink, sink into pain and ache, into a sore rear and oscillating leg muscles. But I feel, and I hear, and I see. 
	“Amid?” I huff out. He embraces me. Hard. Too hard. I don't have the strength to tell him. There's… another. Several. Soft pelts, cotton fluff, smooth scales… Portia is closest, snuggling into my lap, Lilac lays her paw on my palm. Markson's beak brushes against my thigh. Sasha and Pasha snuggle for my embrace. They are all here… so close. Worried. 
	“You are okay… I can't… Mom, you are okay, I was… I was so scared I thought I-.” 
	“Shhs… please, no more, okay? I'm here, dear.” I say. Tears. Mine, and his, meet, as he lays his face to mine… and melds our lips together into a kiss. A tingle rouses from my lips, speeding its warmth through my nerves. My mouth relaxes. Face, eases. All worry fades. One moment, where everything is calm everything is right… undercut, perhaps only somewhat, by the tart taste of bear nougat residue, haunting my lips. Meaty, and potent.