by DarqueBear and his Cuddle Cub
I had seen him on my hikes often enough, but today I had actually forgotten to even watch for him. That is, until I came around a rock and found myself face to face with him; the most awesome creature in the North American woods, an adult male grizzly bear.
He gave a startled snort and I was close enough to feel his hot breath on my face. The next moment, he reared up onto his hind legs and let loose of a tremendous roar. As I stood frozen by the sight and power of this amazing creature, I could not help but notice the beauty it possessed. I needed him to know that I meant him no harm, so I reached up and touched his chest; knowing that this move could well be my last. With my hand just touching his fur, I could feel the raw power and vibration of his roar move through my body.
Almost immediately his roaring stopped short, and was replaced by a curious gaze. I closed my eyes and could feel his breathing begin to slow and to calm. As I opened my eyes I could see his thick fur had turned more to thick hair of a mans body. It took me a moment to realize that I was no-longer looking into the face of a grizzly bear. Standing in front of me was no longer an actual bear, but a bear made human. Dark hair covered his head and most of his face was hidden behind a full thick beard. His barrel chest and big round belly were covered with a scattering of the same dark brown hair. His thick cock lied limply on of set of large low hanging balls, all of which was surrounded my thick brown hair. Thick thighs and muscled calves completed the image, both covered in the same scattering of hair as the chest and belly.
It slowly dawns on me that my hand is running through the chest hair of this bear of a man. I look up into his face, but am suddenly hit by a feeling of dizziness and I fall back to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the bear (now back in it's animal form) pulling itself up off of the ground and walking unsteadily on all fours, as it rounds the rock and out of my sight.
Once the dizziness is gone, I get up and head back for the cabin. I run through the events of the last few minutes, finally convincing myself that it was just the heat and that I had fainted and imagined it all.
The daily walks continued, as did the daily sightings of the grizzly bear. Almost always from a distance, but I could tell now that he was actually watching me too. We would stop and watch each other for a few minutes and then move on to continue with our days.
On one of my walks some months later, I was caught in a sudden storm. The rain was coming down hard and cold. It was quickly chilling me to the bone. I picked up my pace and worked my way through the rain, stumbling over roots recently exposed by the rain. Tripping over one, I find myself face down in the mud. As I push myself up, I hear a muffled noise in the distance; the sound of someone or something in distress. I couldn't ignore it, not in this storm.
I leave the path and begin to slowly work my way down the side of the hill, listening for the sound again to know that I am headed in the right direction. When I hear it again, I realize that it is just up ahead of me. I try looking through the rain, and can see the silhouette of the something moving at ground level, about 30 feet away. The closer I get, I realize that it is the grizzly bear. I knew that it was capable of killing me with one swipe of a paw, but I couldn't just leave it there. Besides, I was hoping that he was not too distressed and might possibly recognize me and know that I would not hurt him.
I made some noise as I approached, so that I would not startle him. He looks up at me and lets out a roar that was so full of pain that it pulled at my heart. When I got close enough to see him clearly, I found that he had a paw caught in a bear trap. I was outraged. Hunters knew they were not allowed in this part of the woods and that the traps were illegal. He was straining against the chain and using his front paws to try to remove the trap at any cost. I had to do something before he made the wound worse.
I reached out and put my hand gently on top of his head. As soon as I came in contact with him, I was hit by another spell of dizziness. I was able to prevent myself from falling this time; that is until my vision cleared and I saw what lay on the ground before me. It was the man again. The look on his face was one of pain, recognition and hope all at once. The pain in his eyes made me remember why I was there in the first place. I looked down at the leg that was caught in the trap. Without all the fur, the wound looked bad, but mostly just bloody.
I knelt down and took the trap in my hands. Pulling with all of my strength, I was able to open it enough for him to pull his leg free. Once free, he was almost instantly on his feet. Standing unsteadily on his hurt let, he looked at me, and for the first time, I realized that he was still in his manly form and we were not touching. I stood and walked toward him slowly, one arm out stretched toward him to show I meant no harm. As my hand came into contact with his arm, he let out a whimper and collapsed into my arms. His weight dragged me down with him, but I was able to use my body to keep him from hitting the ground. I sat there holding and rocking him, trying to comfort him. After a few minutes, he began to stir in my arms. He wiggled around enough to be able to look me in the face, and smiled.
I put one of his arms over my shoulder and helped him to his feet. We began the long slow walk back to my cabin. I loved the feeling of his weight against me, the feeling of his moving with me. My arm around his waist; moving to his back and slowly moving around front to touch his belly. The size of him was almost making me weak in the knees.
Thankfully, the cabin was coming slowly into view. I was not looking forward to having to let go of him, but I did not want to drop him either. As we reached the cabin, me still holding him the best I could, I leaned back against the door to push it open. The big heavy door opened slowly and gave me the additional support I needed to get him inside. I took him into the living room and sat him on the floor in front of the fireplace. I reached back and grabbed for the fleecy throw that I kept on the couch and wrapped it around his shoulders. I could feel him shivering from the cold. As much as I hated to, I left him sitting there long enough to get a fire going in the fireplace. With all the kindling and firewood I had collected over the past few weeks, I was able to get a roaring fire going in no time.