Together forever
By Strega

They'd brought a blanket, a picnic basket and a bottle of wine, the latter snuck out of the boy's house when his mother was not looking.  That would get him yelled at eventually, he knew, but he was focused on the night ahead of him.  A night with his girlfriend, two teenagers out in the woods having fun.

For teenagers brimming with pent-up hormones fun meant sex, and lots of it. Already they were blushing, hands wandering, and it was a marvel they made it across the road without falling prone and fucking right then and there.

They'd planned this all week and they passed by the NO HUNTING and NO TRESPASSING signs with hardly a glance.  The woods were dark and deep and they didn't need to go very far in to stumble on a mossy little glade.  The last glow of late summer twilight was enough light to find that and they set up a battery powered lantern, unrolled the blanket, and without even touching the picnic basket they were instantly upon one another.  

In seconds they were all but naked, he wearing nothing but boxer shorts that failed to conceal his erection and she down to her bra, and that only because his fumbling fingers couldn't manage the snap.  She rolled onto her belly, legs just spread enough for her mound to be visible, and with a growl he crouched over her, nipping at her neck.

This had been their game the last few times they met: he pretended to be an animal and she his mate.  They'd never done it in the woods before and suddenly he had an idea.  Rather than climb atop her then and there he met her gaze and gestured with his chin toward the woods.  She grasped his meaning at once: he'd creep into the woods and sneak up on her. She smiled, took a long drink from the wine bottle and watched him disappear into the undergrowth.

Both were so horny the dangers of their woodland coupling were overlooked.  Poison ivy would be embarrassing, especially if it got on tender places, and there were worse threats still.  Making his way through the forest to sneak up on his lover, the boy found one of them.

In the dimness of the woods he walked right into what felt like a shaggy wall of moss. There was a grunt and he put his hands out to feel coarse fur just as a great head heaved up and close-set eyes in a broad, shaggy face glared at him.  The boy sucked in breath to scream and the enormous bear simply leaned forward, muzzle opening to engulf his head.

It had been asleep and for a moment it merely held his head in his jaws, canine fangs latching behind his ears to keep him from pulling out.  The boy's mouth sank into the salivating wetness of its broad thick tongue, muffling his scream. He pushed at its thick, muscular body with all his might but a foreleg as thick as his thigh wrapped almost casually around him, the huge padded paw with great curved claws trapping him tight to the shaggy chest.

His head jerked against the bony cage of its fangs as the boy desperately tried to pull himself free, and this awoke in the huge bear a predatory impulse.  Prey was struggling to escape and part of it was already in its maw. It was not one to leave scraps lying around for scavengers and it pushed his broad muzzle toward the ground.

Held tight by the huge paw the boy could only squirm helplessly as the canine fangs scraped down his neck and the bones of the bear's jaws shifted.  His saliva-coated eyes went wide with horror as instead of biting down to kill him the bear's muzzle kept right on going. The crown of his head slipped into a wet chute of flesh and his face followed as the bear worked its jaws easily past his shoulders.  He could only kick futilely at the wall of muscle and fur in front of him as the bear set about eating him alive.

Flesh slipped and slithered over him, the thick layers of mucus on the walls of the bear's throat slicking him down for easy swallowing. His shoulders squeezed past the loose bones of the big bear's jaws and into its throat, to be gripped and carried deeper by its powerful musculature.  He could feel the shaggy barrel of its neck swell as a great lump of meat sank deeper into its maw but he was completely unable to resist the strength that forced him deeper.  A huge paw wrapped beneath his rump and pulled and by the time the first long slide was done he was to the waist in the bear's jaws, his arms pinned to his sides and sunk from the elbows up in the slimy grip of the beast's throat.

It all happened surprisingly quickly, surprisingly easily. The bear sat back on its haunches and tugged with the paw beneath his rump.  Fangs scraped over his hips and rump and just that fast his ass was gone. There was nothing but a kicking set of naked legs left outside and as the bear tossed its head upward like an owl eating a mouse half his thighs slipped in.

Only now did it swallow, a great rolling contraction of its throat muscles that gripped him and pushed him deeper.  Squelching wetness and sauna heat surrounded him, the muffled creak of ribs stretching and the slow thump of the big bear's heart pulsing though him from the surrounding meat. He could only wriggle helplessly, like a fish protesting its fate as it was swallowed by a heron, as his face squeezed through a tight ring of muscle into the stinking darkness of the bear's stomach.

It was a hellhole of fleshy folds that pressed tight to his face yet gave spongily to let more of him slide in, rivulets of stinging digestive juices and the stink of bile.  Among the folds were bits of softened vegetation, masses of hair and partially digested bones, some large, some small, the remains of previous meals that had not yet made their way the rest of the way through the bear.  As the beast swallowed the grip of its throat muscles pushed him further into the stomach, the weight of muscle around him forcing his head down toward his belly.  There was at least six inches of flesh and hide between him and the cool night air in the shortest direction, far too much to fight through. He wasn't even sure his struggles made the growing bulge in its gut change shape.

It was almost over.  The bear tossed its head, letting gravity aid his slide down its throat, and with a second toss a canine tooth scraped cruelly along his instep. The same thick tongue that had squelched against his face wrapped around his heels and pulled his feet past the fangs.  Somewhere down inside the bear there was a muffled scream as the broad muzzle finally shut, and with a last gulp the boy found himself slithering helplessly down its throat.

Slick and wet from nose to toes there was little resistance as the bear swallowed him down, and his scream trailed off into a whimper as the powerful throat muscles squeezed him out of the gullet and into the waiting stomach. The soft meaty folds of wet gutflesh flattened somewhat as he came to occupy the bear's belly, but so large was the beast that the resulting droop did not graze the ground.  

"It ate me," the boy thought as he lay curled up in the hot wet dark.  "I'm just food now." Still he struggled, but there would be no escape. There was too much muscle and hide between him and the night air for him to leave the stomach in any other way than the process of digestion.

The bear licked its chops, pleased with its unexpected meal. There was something stuck in its teeth, but there were other distractions.  The human was still wriggling, as they always did for a while, and its sensitive nose detected the smell of cooking.  Somewhere close ahead was man-made food, and if it was not especially hungry after its squirming meal it certainly wouldn't turn down dessert.

Its vision was not good but its hearing and sense of smell were excellent, and it shouldered small brush aside as it approached the source of the savory odor. In this direction also led the scent-trail of the boy in its stomach and soon enough it found where that trail led.  A broad bear muzzle broke free of the leaves, followed by its eyes, and it blinked curiously at the human woman before it.  She was all but naked, stretched out on a piece of cloth facing away.

The girl smiled at the rustle of foliage.  The boy had been noisily thrashing around out there for a while now, including a minute-long period where it sounded as though he were doing little but kick the trees. That noise had diminished and finally stopped, to be replaced by the sound of his approach. Now he was behind her, playing the beast, and she spread her legs enough for him to start while pretending not to realize he was there.  The play had her warm and ready and she was eager for the first touch.

The bear paused, puzzled, and as the nude girl hiked up her ass and spread her knees wide her sex was exposed and the smell of it wafted to him. There was something about the scent and posture of the wet, ready female that transcended species boundaries and the bemused bear stepped forward. The last human he'd met still squirmed in his stomach but eating this one was the last thing on his mind. As he stepped over her to straddle her rump the girl let out a gasp.

The girl's eyes went wide as fur brushed over her rump and a panting beast stepped up over her to mount.  Her clever boy was hairy, but not this much, and the only explanation she could muster was that he'd hidden an animal costume in the woods for this occasion. That was just the sort of thing he'd do and she was ready and waiting when something stiff and blunt prodded her inner thigh and slid unerringly into her.

It was luck more than anything else, for her posture was nothing like a she-bear's, but the bear instinctively lowered himself as he mounted and his swollen sheath-tip dropped just past her anus before he rocked his hips forward.  Softness enfolded his tip and with a grunt the bear arched and unsheathed, impaling his little lover.

The girl let out a surprised squeak, for her lover had never felt anywhere near this large, but his fat belly (part of the costume?) bore her down and by the time she could have wriggled free he was humping rhythmically and she found she didn't want to get away. Wet and ready as she was she dug her hands into the blanket and pushed back against her lover. He was huge and horny and she'd been waiting days to be exactly where she was now. As she grew used to his size she loosened and even more of him slipped in. There was still more outside but she could only hold so much and occasionally she yelped as he thrust too hard. Saliva dripped on her back and she marveled, between gasps, at how good he'd gotten at playing the beast.

The boy was thrown around in the sloshing wetness of the bear's stomach, brought back to consciousness as the beast did something vigorous and lusty.  It was obvious even to the half-aware boy that the bear was fucking something, or maybe just humping the bulge he made, but there was nothing he could do about it. The only good news was that it was exerting itself to the point that it intermittently swallowed air. He had nearly passed out in the wet heat of its gut and he regained enough consciousness to punch the fleshy wall, not that the bear seemed to notice.

It did not take long at all for the bear cock sliding in and out of the teenager to have the effect she'd longed for.  The girl bit the blanket as she came, overpowered by the sensation of being taken by her lover.  The bear wasn't long behind her, having not so much as seen a female in weeks, and he let out a hoarse growl as his haunches shivered.  His thigh muscles locked up in an uncontrollable spasm meant to drive him to the limit in a female as he came and the girl's eyes went wide for the second time as bear semen spurted into her.

Teenage hormones  and a bit of wine had gotten her this far but the sheer volume of hot cum was so much more than her boy had ever produced that she was suddenly not so sure that costume or not, she knew who was on top of her.  The grunting bear arched his back, spraying more seed into her, and for the first time she noticed the enormous clawed paws to either side of her and the great shaggy head looming overhead.  No costume could explain her lover suddenly being six times his previous size.  Bear semen drooled down her inner thighs as she rolled over, squirming from beneath the beast as his cock finally pulled out.

The girl let out a horrified yelp as she saw who she'd just fucked and backed away. The bear made no move to follow, still shivering as the last cum oozed from his cock and with no particular urge to injure his new lover.  He just sat there blinking, his dark eyes catching flashes of the little lantern's lights.

"Oh god, a bear," she said, and belatedly tried to cover herself up.  It was a little late for that and she only had her bra on in any case.  The bear still sat looking at her as she pulled up the blanket to shield her virtue, rather missing the fact that the bear already knew her better than anyone but the boy.  The boy, after all, had fucked her more than once.

The boy! A flash of white caught her attention and without thinking she rushed at the bear.  It drew back its head, startled, but her hand darted out and caught the rags of his boxer shorts where they hung from the beast's jaws.  A fang had snagged on them as the boy was eaten and ripped them partially off his body, something neither the boy or the bear had noticed at the time.  The bear paid no attention to such scraps of clothing, aware from prior experience that they would pass through his guts without difficulty, and it regarded her trophy with scant interest as she waved it at him. Instead it seemed to perceive her approach as interest and reached out a paw that hooked her toward the ground. It almost managed to get her on all fours but she squirmed loose before it could rise and mount her again. 

She was too upset to be afraid. "You ate him, didn't you!" The lump in its middle was irregular where the bony shape of its meal pressed against the inside, and she thought she could make out the curve of a shoulder. She recoiled in horror as the bulge jerked. She had seen her mother's belly do that when she was pregnant, but it wasn't a baby inside the bear. It was her boy.

"He's still alive!  Cough him up, cough him up!" But the bear just stared at her, confused, even when she grabbed his shaggy cheeks and tugged.  Of course it couldn't understand her.  It was just a bear!

The twitches beneath its belly fur were getting weaker, and she heard a faint gurgle.  It was beginning to digest her boy.  She could run off and get help but even if the bear stayed right here he'd be dead before she got back, or it might wander off to digest its meal in peace.  She'd have nothing to remember him by but the scraps of underwear in her hand if that happened.

"I'm not leaving," she said firmly, and it was the bear's turn to go goggle-eyed as she took his lower jaw in one hand and put the the other against his sensitive nose.  In his surprise he let her pry his jaws wide open, and his ears went back and his eyes even wider as she dug her toes into the dirt for purchase and shoved her arms and face down the bear's throat.

It was one of several firsts for the night, for the bear.  It had never fucked a human before, for one thing.  It'd also never eaten two of them in one day, or had one volunteer to be a meal.  That was exactly what the female did, though. Before the bear could rise to his feet and back away she shoved again, her shoulders gliding past the tightness at the back of his jaws thanks to a sheen of saliva.  By the time he finally stood up she was to the hips in his jaws and still trying to kick herself deeper.

The bear had very much enjoyed mating with her and would have done it again were she willing. But she was still prey, and there could be only one response when he had a human head in his mouth, much less one halfway down his throat. He lifted his shaggy head, tossing his muzzle upward to get her hips to slide past his fangs, and then with a series of easy gulps he swallowed her down. Briefly he tasted the salt of his own seed as her sex slipped over his tongue but it was soon gone, her legs following the rest into his gullet. As her thighs disappeared she began to kick as though she'd had second thoughts, but it was much too late for that.  Soon enough her feet slipped onto his tongue and the bear swallowed a last time, feeling the long bulge of woman make its way down through his neck and chest. He stood and stretched as the swelling in his gut nearly doubled in size, then worked his jaws to rehinge them.

Two humans in one meal! The bulge was heavy and comforting, and the bear looked down between his forelegs, watching the slight, short-lived movements beneath his pelt as the second meal wriggled. Somehow his first meal stirred as well, and it blinked quizzically at the muffled sounds he could just make out.

"Honey?". It was pitch-dark inside the bear, and everything was coated with thick layers of slime. The mucus in the throat had let her slip down easily but the stuff here stung her skin.  The boy stirred as she came to rest against him and she touched him gently, noting the oddly greasy feel of his skin.  He had been in here longer and the bear's stomach had already made a start at digesting its meal. It was beginning to work on her too, the tingle starting where the pools of acid were deepest.

"Is...is it you?" He felt at her blindly, weak and unsure, and she slid her hands between his softening skin and the slimy walls to hug him.

"Of course it's me," she murmured.  "I couldn't let you take this trip alone."

"So the bear got you too," he mumbled.

He didn't need to know what had happened, that she was full of bear cum or that she had let it eat her to be with her lover one last time.  She could have gotten away, but instead she was here.

His skin was soft where it was thinnest, partially dissolved, but he still roused when she stroked his belly. The thick fleshy walls pressed in tight, but everything was so slick it was easy for her to get her legs around his waist, let him enter her. Blindly they thrust against each other, kissing in the slippery dark as they fucked. Soon enough they would be dead, but at least they had thus moment.

The bear blinked uncertainly at the bulge in its belly as it jostled and bounced, wondering what effort toward escape this was. This had never happened before, either.   Belatedly it realized from the mingled scents that the two had been lovers. They were lovers even now as they were squeezed together in his belly.

Sentimentality is not in a bear's nature and it was soon distracted by the odors from the picnic basket.  Within it were fruit and meat and bread and soon enough all of that was inside the bear, too. As it sniffed around for scraps it let out a long belch, venting the last of the air that had gone down with its meals. The movements in its belly had at last ceased and his gut made slow gurgling sounds as it worked.

There was nothing left to nose at but discarded clothing, none of which smelled especially edible. With a last burp the bear settled down on the blanket to digest its meal, pleasantly full and content. It did not know, or care, much about humans, just that these two had left it with a full belly and emptied balls.

If it had given the matter any thought it would have considered that its meals had wanted to be together so badly they both ended up inside of him rather than be separated. When the process of digestion was done in a day or so part of them would remain, converted into bear fur and fat and muscle and bone.  In this way the lovers would live on, always together, just as the indigestible scraps of boxer shorts and bra would leave his body together, as tangled together in the end as their owners.