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The wind burned Shane’s eyes. It was bitterly cold and unforgiving. Nature did not care that Shane was alone for the first time in his whole life, separated from his parents and siblings during the snow storm.
Shane’s parents were a lovingly mated hybrid pair. They raised their kits in a nearby town that was safe for their kind. Several hybrids inhabited the town alongside humans. They lived in harmony, but there were whispers of wild hybrids who were more animal than man.
Foxes mated for life, and Shane had always dreamed of finding a suitable mate to create a family with. There weren’t many foxes around, though, and his parents always told him not to rush love. He always thought they were just afraid for him to leave the den.
Now, as Shane shivered despite his thick winter coat, he wished nothing more than to be with his parents and siblings in their warm den.
He had no idea how long he had walked for. When he first realized he could no longer smell his Mama while on the hunt, he panicked and ran around in every direction to catch a familiar scent.
Then, the snow began. Thick, pillowy snowflakes fell all around him.
Shane had shifted into his human form, but quickly realized it was far warmer to stay a fox. It was becoming increasingly obvious that he was still frigid in his hybrid form which only worried him more.
As a last ditch effort, Shane began scenting everything he could find. A bush. A tree. A long dead stump. A rock.
If he rubbed his scent on enough things, someone in his family would catch his scent and come find him.
Shane let out a sad chirp before huddling under a small alcove under a protruding rock. It was the best shelter he could find without continuing to walk around in circles. He didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep, but he curled up in a ball, tucking his pointed nose under his fluffy tail to keep warm.
Shutting his eyes, Shane tried to think happy thoughts to prevent a panic attack. He thought of his Mama and Papa grooming him and his siblings when they were kits. He thought of play fighting with his brothers and pretend hunting with his sisters. He thought of when he and his siblings would make nests and present them to their parents as a show.
The fox hybrid got lost in his thoughts until a breeze brought an unfamiliar scent to his nose. His head lifted, looking out at the still blustering storm.
Someone was out there.
The smell was earthy and rich. Wild.
Shane squinted as a large shadow broke through the thick blanket of snow. It stalked towards him in lumbering steps. As it neared, Shane realized how formidable the shadow truly was.
The scent hit Shane like a whip. He had only scented it once before when a visitor came to the village.
Bear. Grizzly bear.
The fur on the back of Shane’s neck and spine bristled in fear. He didn’t know if this was a hybrid bear or a truly wild animal.
Either way, Shane did not want this bear anywhere near him.
The bear did not cease its movements, though, until it was only a few feet away from Shane’s weak shelter. The hulking creature stared at Shane with eyes that were far too intelligent to be an animal.
Shane sat frozen, hoping the bear would lose interest and walk away. If he wanted to eat Shane, he would be sorely disappointed by the amount of meat on his bones. If this was the bear’s territory, Shane would happily make a break for it the moment the storm let up.
When the bear suddenly dipped its head and leaned close enough that Shane could see its curious expression, the fox hissed venemously.
The bear was unbothered by the aggressive sound. Its own posture was relaxed and unthreatening. Perhaps, it did not view such a small creature as a potential opponent.
Shane’s hissing turned to teeth snapping when the bear took another step forward, nearly inside the alcove.
There was a small part of Shane that debated going belly-up to show submission to the bear, hoping the sign of respect would make the other hybrid move along. Shane hoped this was just a posturing contest and not something more.
When the bear’s twitching nose nearly touched Shane’s paw, he swiped at the large muzzle with sharp claws. The bear jerked his head back to avoid the hit, but his body did not retreat.
As if copying Shane’s movement, the bear suddenly swiped his own paw at the fox’s body, his own sharp claws carefully avoiding the smaller hybrid. The movement caused Shane to jump in the air and partially out from under the rock in surprise.
The bear took advantage of Shane’s body now partially exposed from under the rock and pushed the fox with his nose, completely away from the safety of the alcove.
In response, Shane dropped onto his belly, making himself small and compact. His pointed ears were pinned to his head, and a low growl vibrated in his chest. He refused to be pushed around by this bully.
The bear merely tried to nudge the fox again. Shane did his best to stay stationery, but the bear was strong. He was nudged until he nearly fell over.
Shane quickly danced a few steps away from the bear before dropping low once more. He hoped the bear would eventually get the message that Shane was not going to obey. No good would come of following where this brute wished for him to go.
The grizzly gave Shane an unimpressed look and sighed. Bending down towards Shane’s trembling body, the bear pressed its nose to the back of Shane’s neck.
Just as the fox was about to reach around and snap at the unwelcome scenting, the bear suddenly latched onto the scruff of Shane’s neck with its teeth.
Shane let out a bark of alarm followed by a set of angry chirps when the bear shook him lightly. The hold didn’t necessarily hurt. He had been held by his Mama and Papa by the scruff of his neck hundreds of times when he was a kit.
Struggling was useless as the bear made his way through the storm and away from Shane’s alcove.
Shane didn’t know how far they traveled, but the hope of his family finding him dimmed with every step. He had to admit that the bear’s chest was warm against his back even though the wind continued to blow harshly into his eyes.
Eventually, the pair reached what looked like the base of a great mountain. It took little to no effort for the bear to climb several feet up, even with Shane in his mouth like a fish.
There was an opening that the bear headed into. The cave was dark at first as Shane’s eyes struggled to adjust.
As they moved further in, the air grew warmer and a dim light grew brighter.
After what felt like ages, the bear turned a corner of the stone maze inside the mountain and the walls opened up to what looked like a den.
Various blankets, furs, and pillows decorated the stone floors. A strong fire burned in the center with several torches littering the walls.
Clearly a hybrid, then.
Shane found himself dropped onto a pile of rabbit furs, incredibly soft and warm.
He immediately turned to face the bear in a crouch he had practiced with his siblings. Baring his teeth, Shane hissed in what he hoped was menacing anger.
The bear was not paying attention to him, though. Its huge back was facing Shane as it picked something up off the ground.
A piece of meat, fresh, was placed in front of Shane.
The grizzly lumbered its great form into a relaxed lying position, staring at Shane expectantly.
Shane eyed the meat warily before turning away from it.
The bear let out a warning growl, the only real sound he had made.
The fox still refused to eat.
With an annoyed sigh, the bear rose again, coming towards Shane.
Shane hissed, trying to back away, but he was corralled by the bear’s large paws and snout into a lying position against the bear’s warm belly.
He had to admit, the warmth seeped into his chilled bones, making him relax against his will.
The bear nuzzled Shane’s ears. One of his paws kept Shane anchored to his side.
As his mind grew fuzzy from the warmth, and the stress of the day caught up with him, Shane found himself drifting to sleep, despite his better judgement.
Shane rose to the feeling of a warm, wet tongue laving over his back, all the way down his spine.
Why was his Mama grooming him? He hadn’t been groomed like this since he was a kit. He had long since learned how to groom himself.
When a rumble vibrated along his back from the huge pillow he lounged against, Shane realized it was not his Mama’s soothing tongue.
The bear.
Shane let out an alarmed squeak, trying to move away, but the bear’s powerful paw kept the fox still as his broad tongue continued to smooth Shane’s fur.
Grooming was a highly intimate act among adult hybrids. It was reserved for parents with their kits and mates with each other.
To groom another hybrid meant drowning them in your scent. Not only was it possessive in nature, but also, often leading to sexual foreplay.
Shane tried to snap at the bear’s muzzle, but he found his sharp teeth did nothing as the bear merely dragged his wet tongue over Shane’s much smaller, pointed face.
Appearing satisfied with his work on Shane’s back and neck, the bear tried to coax Shane to flip onto his back, showing off his belly.
There was nothing the much smaller hybrid could do as the bear overpowered him and pinned him down with his soft belly completely exposed.
The bear let out a happy rumble as he began lovingly grooming Shane’s belly. The brute was showing surprising care as he thoroughly cleaned Shane’s fur.
As the bear moved lower, Shane couldn’t help but feel a tickle arise in his most vulnerable parts. The spark raced up his spine as the bear’s tongue barely clipped his appearing cock.
Shane let out a whine as he felt his cunt grow slick as the bear’s attention moved lower and lower.
The bear paused, smelling the air. It cocked its head in an almost puppy-like expression before dragging its tongue quickly from the tip of Shane’s cock all the way down to his cunt.
Shane’s body seized up at the sudden shock of pleasure, and he chirped.
Spurred on by Shane’s reaction, the bear continued to focus his ministrations on Shane’s cunt, lapping up the juices. The bear ignored the yearning prick beginning to grow above Shane's cunt.
The bear’s scent grew heavy, more spiced, as it chased Shane’s pleasure.
A bundle of pressure began building up in Shane’s belly. He let out a whine as it suddenly crashed over him like a wave and continued to flow through his whole body from paw to paw as the bear did not stop licking him.
The overpowering orgasm triggered Shane to shift into his human form.
When he opened his eyes, the bear was gone, too.
In his place was a man. A handsome man probably about Shane’s age with golden curls and hazel eyes. His face had some stubble, but he looked clean enough. Not exactly what Shane had pictured of the wild hybrids that chose lives of solitary rather than civilization.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
Shane realized two things.
He was still clothed from the last time he had been human.
This bear hybrid was definitely not clothed.
“Aren’t you pretty?” The man had an accent, thick and harsh. “симпатичная маленькая лисичка.” (A pretty little vixen.)
Shane tried to remember to breathe as he took in the mammoth of a man in front of him. Of course, a hybrid that big would aslo be a big human. It wasn’t fair, though. The man was big… everywhere.
Desperately trying to avoid looking at the thing shamelessly hard between the bear’s legs, Shane swallowed nervously.
“Who are you?” His voice trembled.
The man grinned, showing sharp canines. “My name is Ilya, лисичка. What is yours?” (vixen)
Shane shook his head. “I’m not telling.”
It may have sounded petulant, but Shane didn’t care. This hybrid kidnapped him and groomed him against his will.
Ilya cocked his head. “Why not? You wish for mate to name you?”
Shane frowned. “Mate? No, I don’t have a mate.”
“Silly лисичка,”(vixen) Ilya laughed. “I am your mate.”
Shane’s eyes widened, taking a step back. Ilya answered it with a step forward.
“No, no, no,” Shane insisted, holding his hand out to stop the bear. “You are not my mate. You kidnapped me!”
“You were in my territory.” Ilya argued, his voice growing slightly frustrated. “You marked every tree in sight practically. You were begging me to find you.”
Shane shook his head firmly.
“That wasn’t for you.” He hissed, dancing away when Ilya’s broad hands tried to swipe forward to grab him. “That was for my family to find me in the storm.”
Ilya let out a huff when Shane moved out of grasp again.
“I save you from storm.” Ilya growled. “You are mine. You will stay in my den where it is safe and keep my cock warm until you grow heavy with my cubs.”
Shane’s heart stuttered at Ilya’s words. No. This wasn’t happening.
“No, I can’t stay. I am not your mate.” Shane insisted, his voice raising with desperation. “Please, just give me directions to the nearest village.”
Ilya shook his head. With a quick step, he was able to snag the end of Shane’s snow jacket, yanking the fox closer to him.
“The nearest village is too far for you.” Ilya rumbled. His large arms were like heated bands of steel. Shane could feel them through his layers. “I am not sending my little mate to freeze his little tail off in the storm. No, you will stay right here.”
Ilya gave Shane a squeeze to emphasize his words. The fox nearly wheezed at the show of strength.
This creature could crush every bone in his body, even in human form.
Tears filled Shane’s eyes as he realized how fucked he really was.
“Hush, my sweet.” Ilya crooned, bumping his nose against Shane’s wet cheek. “You will be alright. Perhaps you’ll feel better with your little cunt filled up, da?”
Shane whined, pulling away from the bear. He tried to resist as Ilya began ripping off his layers.
“No-oo.” Shane protested as his jacket and outer pants were taken along with his thermal shirt and tight leggings. He was left in only his boxers and socks.
Ilya suddenly swept Shane off his feet, laying him down on his back in the furs.
Shane tried to kick Ilya, but the bear merely grabbed his ankle tightly and carefully removed the socks one at a time. Ilya placed gentle kisses along the ticklish sole of Shane’s feet, causing them to twitch adorably.
“милые маленькие лапки,” (Sweet little paws.) Ilya murmured. Shane didn’t understand the words. “Are all little vixens as perfect as you?”
Shane’s face grew hot.
“I am not a vixen!” He protested, wiggling as Ilya rested all his weight on Shane’s body. The bear’s arms came to bracket the fox’s head. Shane’s legs were forced to spread arond the bear’s broad lower body.
“No?” Ilya raised a brow. His hands traveled down, gripping the waistband of Shane’s underwear before ripping them right down the middle, exposing his wet cunt, still throbbing from the bear’s tongue. “Then, what is this?”
“It is perfectly common for male fox hybrids to have additional sex characteristics.” Shane parroted what his parents had told him AS he grew up. “You would know that if you weren’t such a wild savage.”
Ilya laughed, canines glinting in the light of the fire.
Shane yelped when Ilya’s calloused thumb found his clit and began rubbing in vicious circles.
“Someone lied to you, my darling.” Ilya smiled meanly. “You may be a sweet boy-fox in your dumb little head, but this,” Ilya pinched, making Shane squeak, “is naughty vixen who needs good, strong mate to tame her.”
“Fuck you.” Shane spat, trying to squirm away from the bear’s fingers.
“Soon enough, маленький,” (little one) Ilya hummed, letting Shane scoot away. He began leisurely pumping his own cock. “Take a good look at your mate. Imagine how it will feel inside you, filling you up until you burst with big grizzly cub.”
Shane snapped his teeth to show his displeasure.
“Awe, don’t worry.” Ilya cooed, advancing on Shane once again. “Is okay if they come out as dumb little kits. I still look after them as I will you, my silly mate.”
Shane growled when Ilya’s hand grasped onto his ankle and yanked him close.
“Now, let’s see if you are wet enough to stretch.” Ilya’s large fingers prodded at Shane’s entrance, pressing slightly at the dripping hole. “Ah, maybe you are good boy after all, stay nice and wet for your mate.”
“You are not my mate!” Shane screeched. When one of the curious fingers breached his cunt, Shane gasped, hands flying to grasp Ilya’s muscular forearm. “Stop! You cannot go inside me.”
“Why?” Ilya challenged, landing a gentle kiss on the stunned fox’s face. “Are you virgin, маленький?” (little one)
“Wanted to save it.” Shane whimpered as the finger wiggled slightly, causing a burning sensation in his small hole. “For love.”
Ilya cooed, nuzzling Shane’s hair.
“Ты наивный котёнок,” (You naive kitten.) Ilya murmured. Despite his gentle words, his finger pushed in further, causing Shane to whine. “That can all come later. For now, why don’t you tell me your name?”
Shane shook his head, trying to stop Ilya’s slow yet firm exploration of his cunt.
“Come on,” Ilya coaxed, crooking his finger the slightest bit, delighting in Shane’s sounds. “If you tell me your name, I will take my finger out. How about that, дорогой?” (sweetheart)
Shane bit his lip. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted it out of him.
“Shane.” He whispered.
True to his word, Ilya slipped his finger out, giving Shane’s clit a loving tap along the way.
Shane relaxed slightly.
“See? Your mate can be reasonable.” Ilya grinned. The bear placed his hands on Shane’s hips, slowly moving the fox hybrid to turn around.
“What are you doing?” Shane asked, trying to resist the firm grip.
“It’s alright, маленький,” (little one) Ilya reassured. He eventually got the fox to turn, lying on his stomach. The russel tail laid over Shane’s sex, keeping him covered. “Now, up onto your knees.”
Shane reluctantly placed his knees beneath him, keeping his tail firmly wrapped between his legs.
A strong hand gripped the base of Shane’s tail, holding it up. The sensitive spot where his tail met his lower back was rubbed in firm circles, causing Shane to squeak.
“How is my cock going to find your little vixen pussy if naughty tail is in way?” Ilya teased, trailing a finger to caress Shane’s puckered asshole. “Might find wrong hole.”
Shane shrieked, trying to jerk away, but Ilya’s grip on his tail made it impossible.
“Relax, my Shane,” Ilya rumbled the fox’s name. His finger continued to rub firm circles over the twitching hole. “This is just for fun. A load in your guts would do you some good, but tonight is about breeding my sweet mate.”
Ilya’s finger trailed down to Shane’s pussy. The fox was humiliated to find he was still wet, despite his fear and hatred of the bear. The obscene squelching sound made his face light up as Ilya massaged his puffy folds.
Shane jerked when he felt something else nudge at his entrance. Something much larger than a finger.
Ilya’s cock.
“No, no, no,” Shane cried, desperately trying to get away. Every squirm was met with pain up his back as his tail was yanked. “I don’t wanna mate you!”
“Hush,” Ilya scolded. “Have I not been nice mate? Save you from storm, keep you warm, groom your fur? I even get you off on tongue before. Is not my fault you are naughty vixen who did not want prepped.”
Shane’s breaths grew quick and shallow.
“Alright, alright,” Ilya sighed, running a hand up and down Shane’s back. “Deep breaths, дорогой. Lets see if a nice cock to clench on fixes you up.” (sweetheart)
The first push of Ilya’s cock was decieving. It wasn’t until the head truly breached Shane’s tight cunt that the stretch made him cry out.
“I know, I know,” Ilya grunted, keeping his firm grip on Shane’s tail. “Is hardest part.”
Ilya pushed forward slowly, not letting Shane move even an inch away. Eventually, the head of Ilya’s cock fully pushed in, practically popping into Shane’s wet channel.
“Take it out, take it out!” Shane hissed. The feeling was so overwhelming. His clit burned as his walls clenched down on the hot length that was so foreign to his virgin body. “I hate you!”
Ilya let out a groan of pleasure, pushing his hips slightly more.
“Your little cunt disagrees.” Ilya laid his body over Shane’s back, enveloping the fox with searing heat. “It is sucking me in like the greedy vixen she is.”
“Not a she!” Shane whined, sounding petulant. The cock inside him just kept going, moving further and further inside. The pressure of the hot, pulsing length was making his brain fuzzy.
Ilya merely grunted before pushing his hips forward, encasing his whole length inside Shane’s hot, wet hole. The bear paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of taking Shane’s virginity.
The tight heat would be forever ruined by Ilya’s large cock. Molded for his mate’s pleasure.
When Shane let out a tiny whimper, Ilya cooed sympathetically. He laid sweet, chaste kisses all along the fox’s shoulders and neck, coaxing his sweetheart to relax into the pleasure rather than fight it.
“You’re alright,” Ilya murmured, rumbling soothingly against Shane’s flushed, freckled skin. “Such a good boy, taking me so well. Моя идеальная пара. Я так долго тебя искал.” (My perfect mate. I have searched for you for so long.”
When he felt Shane relax the slightest bit, Ilya pulled out a few inches and slammed back in, causing Shane to cry out and clutch the furs beneath him.
“That’s it, котёнок,” (kitten) Ilya groaned in pleasure. “My little virgin mate. You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to breed.”
Shane began letting out punched moans every time that bullying cock hit a spot inside him that caused stars to bloom in his vision. It did not take long for the pressure of an orgasm to rise in his belly.
Ilya could feel it, too. Shane’s walls were tightening more and more with every thrust. The bear reached around to rub Shane’s clit, sending the fox tumbling over the edge once more. Shane’s ignored little cock spurt out a pathetic show of cum, but his cunt juices squirted out around Ilya’s cock, making the wet smacking intensify.
At the feeling of pulsing heat around him, Ilya felt his own climax form. He set a bruising pace as he fucked Shane until the fox was whining in overstimulation from his own orgasm.
When Ilya came, Shane felt it like a brand on his womb. Hot, thick cum drowned his cervix and entered his untouched womb, filling it to the brim.
Shane felt heavy as the bear just kept cumming. It seemed never ending.
When he glanced down, Shane saw his belly slightly bloated from the sheer amount of cum filling his womb.
There was no way he would not be pregnant. He practically looked like it already.
Ilya did not remove his cock from inside Shane. He merely repositioned them so that the fox was sitting on Ilya’s lap, still impaled by the cock that did not seem to shrink after his orgasm.
Shane’s head lulled back to rest on Ilya’s shoulder, too spent and heavy to do anything else.
His eyes closed, Shane didn’t notice the piece of meat held up to his lips until it pressed inside.
Shane whined, moving his head away. He was too full to eat.
“Come on, маленький.” (little one) Ilya’s voice was sweet and cajoling. He tapped the meat to Shane’s lips again. “You must eat.”
“No-oo.” Shane whined. “Too full.”
Ilya laughed softly, kissing Shane’s cheek affectionately.
“You are full of cock, my love.” Ilya teased. “You need food to grow healthy cub.”
Shane huffed. “Kits.” The word stumbled out before he could stop it.
“Kits,” Ilya echoed indulgently. “Now, eat for your kits, you silly kit.”
Shane shut his eyes again, but he opened his mouth, allowing Ilya to carefully place the cut of meat inside. As Shane chewed, the flavor of his favorite game, rabbit, bloomed on his tongue. He opened his mouth for the next bite without protest.
Several bites later, Ilya seemed satisfied with how much Shane ate because he laid the two of them down.
Shane whimpers a little as the cock inside him is jostled, reminding him of how sore he is.
“Hush,” Ilya crooned, nuzzzling Shane. “It is time for rest.”
Shane squirmed slightly despite Ilya’s strong arms spooning him from behind.
“Can you…?”
“No,” Ilya responded firmly. To prove his point, he pulled Shane’s hips impossibly closer until his cock was lovingly kissing the fox’s swollen cervix. “Must keep all cum inside.”
The protest died on Shane’s lips as sleep pulled him under like a wave.
He could escape tomorrow, but he needed rest to build up his strength.