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Today we find out if bears really do shit in the woods.
It was part of the food chain, pure and simple. The grass was eaten by the bunnies, the bunnies were eaten by the snakes, and the snakes were eaten by the eagles, and then the chain repeated itself once the eagle died and decomposed. That's all it was. That would explain why Tarin felt no remorse for the bunny he was busy hunting down. Tarin was your everyday grizzly bear you'd encounter in the woods if you were unlucky. Burly and full of dark brown fur, Tarin had claws and teeth sharp enough to shred metal, a small, bushy tail, bright yellow eyes, and a wet black nose that could be mistaken for an oversized berry in a bush. He had been stalking his prey for almost fifteen minutes now, and his nose was leading him over to a small cave.
The cave, surprisingly, was lit up in the night like a great big beacon. As the bear gets closer, he can smell other things; a fire, cooking food, old wood. Inside the cave, the rabbit makes his home, crude furnishings made from what he could find or steal, and a large cooking pot over a fire. He's making dinner, naturally, and doesn't expect anything exciting to happen. Patter, they called him, for the sound his feet made when he scampered about. He's busy stirring the large pot full of, well, everything he had in his stores.
Tarin growled loudly and licked his choppers as his mouth began to water. He obviously smelled something tastier than a bunny, perhaps a whole colony of bunnies that were already roasting over a fire. "Lovely. Smells like someone already prepared my food for me." said the bear softly as he began to head into the cave.
The den entrance is just barely wide enough for the bear to squeeze through, though it may take him a second. He'll find himself in the main living area, with a dome-shaped earth ceiling with a few roots poking through, and the white rabbit itself standing by the fire, his back to the large predator. He's humming a tune to himself and doesn't seem to notice his new 'guest'.
Tarin found himself grunting and straining loudly as he tried to squeeze his bulbous butt through the entrance, but with a loud snarl, he got through and was standing right behind the rabbit. Drooling and growling softly, he raised his paws and prepared to attack as he opened his mouth.
The rabbit happens to turn and sees the bear inches from his head, the hot breath of the predator hitting his face. Patter, however, reacts in a way that is quite unexpected of the usually timid species. "Oh! I was just wondering if anyone would be dropping by to visit! Here, try this," he says, and shoves a big wooden spoon of vegetable glop in the bear's mouth, almost down to his throat.
Tarin gagged and tried to spit out the mysterious good, but it was already too late and he swallowed the food with a loud gulp, feeling like someone just punched him in the throat. "Wh...what did you just give me?!"
"Oh, my own special brew of home grown vegetables, like cabbage, carrots and eggplants. I also threw in some beans, some old sprouts, some old bread I found, and...well, some other stuff I can't quite remember!" he says, cheerfully babbling despite the huge grizzly now towering over him. "Welcome to my home, my name's Patter!"
The bear growled and stepped closer to the rabbit. "My name's Tarin. Now, since you seem busy with your meal, perhaps you should turn back around and pay no attention to me at all."
"Oh, okay," said Patter obliviously, doing just that as he puts the wooden spoon back in the pot.
The grizzly bear sighed and growled softly again, smiling devilishly and opening his mouth to nibble on the bunny's head. However, his stomach began to growl, loud enough for the bunny to hear.
Patter, of course, hears this, and growing concerned, turns around and shovels double the amount from the last spoonful into the bear's yawning maw. "You poor thing, you're starving! Well, I'm going to have to fatten you right up, now won't I?" he says, smiling in satisfaction at the chance to do a good deed. Whether the bear wants it or not.
Tarin nearly chokes on the food shoved into his mouth, but can't hawk it back up so he swallows. "No, no. That won't be neces--" his words were cut off when the bunny shoved more food in his mouth.
Patter keeps doing this every time Tarin opens his mouth, only letting the bear pause to allow him to breathe. "Come now, take a seat by the table, I'll get you a bib," he says, gently pushing the bear back, hopefully into one of the tiny seats that may end up between Tarin's cheeks than anything.
Tarin sighed exasperatedly with food still in his throat and swallowed with a loud gulp, belching. He figured the silent approach wasn't going to work, so he might as well respect the bunny’s wishes until further notice, and catch him when he went to sleep or something.
After a while, the pot starts to get empty. The bunny has his own share of the meal, but he clearly isn't going to have leftovers after this. Now he's sitting across from the bear, the pot on the table, shoving the last few bits in the bear's mouth. "Ahhh, doesn't that taste good?" Patter asks. "You look like you won't starve at all!'
Tarin practically retches at the taste of the slop, but manages to force it down his esophagus and into his belly, which was now overstuffed with vegetable brew and fiber. "Yeah...I'm definitely full now."
Patter nods, still smiling up at his enormous companion. "Oh good! How did you like it? It's my first time cooking something."
"Ergh...I can't say really; I swallowed most of it before I could savor the flavor. What did you say was in it again?"
"Cabbage, eggplant, carrots, potatoes, beans, old bread, some other 'stuff' I can't remember. I found it all in the cellar," he says proudly. "So, Tarin, what brings you to this neck of the woods? I've never had a bear guest before!"
Tarin groans. "I was...exploring and got lost and the smell of your food drove me here." The bear twitched and put both paws on his stomach, feeling some pain in his gut.
"Ah, well, you're nice and plump now," says the rabbit, noticing Tarin clutching his bloated brown belly. "Oh, are you okay?"
Tarin responded by inhaling sharply and passing gas, the sound muffled by the chair and the ground. His cheeks would've turned red if all the fur wasn't covering it. "...Does that answer your question?"
Patter, however, didn't quite hear it, though for Tarin his gas is about to get even louder. "What answer?" he asks. It's now that Tarin may notice Patter's nose is damaged, likely from a run-in with someone like him.
The grizzly bear leaned over and let out a louder, obnoxious fart that kicked up some of the dirt. Tarin groaned and waved a paw in front of his nose. "That answer!"
Patter definitely hears that. "Ohhh, that does, Mr. Gassy," he says. "I think you haven't been eating your vegetables nearly enough! But don't worry; this will be sure to clean you out."
"What will clean me out?! And do you have any idea how much fiber is in beans and cabbage?"
"The grub, silly!" Patter says. At the other question, he thinks. "Um...not really. I just threw in everything I could find. Why, is that a bad thing?"
Tarin sighed as he let out another malodorous fart that lasted for quite some time and might've blown Patter back a few inches if he was standing behind him. "God, that stinks! How can you not smell this?!"
"I haven't smelled for quite a while since the injury," The rabbit says. "Though I guess it isn't all bad! I'm afraid I can't help you much, though."
The bear groaned again and let out a silent fart that suddenly became squeaky and reeked of rotten eggs and beans. "This is so embarrassing..."
"Aww, you're too bashful," Patter says, patting one of the bear's paws that has a firm grip on the table, the gas pain roiling through Tarin's guts. "You act like this has never happened before!"
"It has; it just never stank this much before! I mean, even you can smell this," And with that, Tarin turned around and blasted a loud, fetid gas bubble at the bunny. It smelled so strong, the bear was sure even the rabbit could catch a good whiff of it.
"Ah!" The rabbit quickly ducked under the blast, but yes, he could smell it. "Oh dear. That IS pretty bad. What will you do now?"
Tarin let out a high-pitched fart and clenched his butt cheeks together, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. "I gotta use the bathroom."
"You might try to leave the way you came in, then. You know what they say about bears and woods!"
Tarin scoffed. "Yeah, like you rabbits don't go in the woods." Nevertheless, Patter was right, and the best place to go was outside, so he started to run for the entrance. But as he started to squeeze his way to freedom, he felt intense pressure on his gut and couldn't move. Everything from the waist down was sticking inside the cave in a comical fashion.
Patterson runs up to the bear's hind end, though off to the side. "Uh-oh. It looks like you're stuck! Can you pull through?"
"No!" said Tarin, farting in the rabbit's face.
"Oh dear," Patter says again. "Well, it looks like..." he leaves, and comes back with an enormous pot. He places it under the bear's butt so he's sitting on it. "You'll be here a while...but don't worry! I'll take care of you! I'll feed you one end and take care of what comes out the other."
Tarin inhaled sharply and let out another foul fart and his butthole began to expand, seconds away from letting out the waste. "I can't hold it anymore!"
"Don't worry, it's all ready!" The rabbit says, standing back from the pot.
Tarin didn't really care what he was pooping in or if he was going in the rabbit's house, because his colon disagreed with him and he laid two large pieces of bear poop in the pot, shortly before farting for a full eleven seconds, the noise amplified by the emptiness of the pot.
"Wow," The rabbit comments, feeling thankful he got everything 'secured' back there in time. "Just keep going!"
Tarin sighed and farted again and his farts became wet, and the next thing he knew his bowels were letting out a messy combination of diarrhea and flatulence, all of which stank even to the bear, who was outside the cave. But at least he was feeling much relief.
"There you go! Now you just need to go through that again over the next few days, and you'll be thin enough to move, I bet!" Patter says patting the bear's left butt encouragingly. Though he's not that helpful in this regard.
"......Wait a second, I have to stay here for the next few days?!!?"
"Well, however, long it takes for you to lose enough weight through, well, pooping," The rabbit says, just as another internal pain spike hits the bear's intestines.
The bear grunted and farted again before he dropped several large, brown logs and spheres of waste into the pot, creating much commotion. Tarin turned around and sighed with defeat, an annoyed and rather angry glare on his face. "Shit."
"You can say that again," The rabbit chuckled.
It was part of the food chain, pure and simple. The grass was eaten by the bunnies, the bunnies were eaten by the snakes, and the snakes were eaten by the eagles, and then the chain repeated itself once the eagle died and decomposed. That's all it was. That would explain why Tarin felt no remorse for the bunny he was busy hunting down. Tarin was your everyday grizzly bear you'd encounter in the woods if you were unlucky. Burly and full of dark brown fur, Tarin had claws and teeth sharp enough to shred metal, a small, bushy tail, bright yellow eyes, and a wet black nose that could be mistaken for an oversized berry in a bush. He had been stalking his prey for almost fifteen minutes now, and his nose was leading him over to a small cave.
The cave, surprisingly, was lit up in the night like a great big beacon. As the bear gets closer, he can smell other things; a fire, cooking food, old wood. Inside the cave, the rabbit makes his home, crude furnishings made from what he could find or steal, and a large cooking pot over a fire. He's making dinner, naturally, and doesn't expect anything exciting to happen. Patter, they called him, for the sound his feet made when he scampered about. He's busy stirring the large pot full of, well, everything he had in his stores.
Tarin growled loudly and licked his choppers as his mouth began to water. He obviously smelled something tastier than a bunny, perhaps a whole colony of bunnies that were already roasting over a fire. "Lovely. Smells like someone already prepared my food for me." said the bear softly as he began to head into the cave.
The den entrance is just barely wide enough for the bear to squeeze through, though it may take him a second. He'll find himself in the main living area, with a dome-shaped earth ceiling with a few roots poking through, and the white rabbit itself standing by the fire, his back to the large predator. He's humming a tune to himself and doesn't seem to notice his new 'guest'.
Tarin found himself grunting and straining loudly as he tried to squeeze his bulbous butt through the entrance, but with a loud snarl, he got through and was standing right behind the rabbit. Drooling and growling softly, he raised his paws and prepared to attack as he opened his mouth.
The rabbit happens to turn and sees the bear inches from his head, the hot breath of the predator hitting his face. Patter, however, reacts in a way that is quite unexpected of the usually timid species. "Oh! I was just wondering if anyone would be dropping by to visit! Here, try this," he says, and shoves a big wooden spoon of vegetable glop in the bear's mouth, almost down to his throat.
Tarin gagged and tried to spit out the mysterious good, but it was already too late and he swallowed the food with a loud gulp, feeling like someone just punched him in the throat. "Wh...what did you just give me?!"
"Oh, my own special brew of home grown vegetables, like cabbage, carrots and eggplants. I also threw in some beans, some old sprouts, some old bread I found, and...well, some other stuff I can't quite remember!" he says, cheerfully babbling despite the huge grizzly now towering over him. "Welcome to my home, my name's Patter!"
The bear growled and stepped closer to the rabbit. "My name's Tarin. Now, since you seem busy with your meal, perhaps you should turn back around and pay no attention to me at all."
"Oh, okay," said Patter obliviously, doing just that as he puts the wooden spoon back in the pot.
The grizzly bear sighed and growled softly again, smiling devilishly and opening his mouth to nibble on the bunny's head. However, his stomach began to growl, loud enough for the bunny to hear.
Patter, of course, hears this, and growing concerned, turns around and shovels double the amount from the last spoonful into the bear's yawning maw. "You poor thing, you're starving! Well, I'm going to have to fatten you right up, now won't I?" he says, smiling in satisfaction at the chance to do a good deed. Whether the bear wants it or not.
Tarin nearly chokes on the food shoved into his mouth, but can't hawk it back up so he swallows. "No, no. That won't be neces--" his words were cut off when the bunny shoved more food in his mouth.
Patter keeps doing this every time Tarin opens his mouth, only letting the bear pause to allow him to breathe. "Come now, take a seat by the table, I'll get you a bib," he says, gently pushing the bear back, hopefully into one of the tiny seats that may end up between Tarin's cheeks than anything.
Tarin sighed exasperatedly with food still in his throat and swallowed with a loud gulp, belching. He figured the silent approach wasn't going to work, so he might as well respect the bunny’s wishes until further notice, and catch him when he went to sleep or something.
After a while, the pot starts to get empty. The bunny has his own share of the meal, but he clearly isn't going to have leftovers after this. Now he's sitting across from the bear, the pot on the table, shoving the last few bits in the bear's mouth. "Ahhh, doesn't that taste good?" Patter asks. "You look like you won't starve at all!'
Tarin practically retches at the taste of the slop, but manages to force it down his esophagus and into his belly, which was now overstuffed with vegetable brew and fiber. "Yeah...I'm definitely full now."
Patter nods, still smiling up at his enormous companion. "Oh good! How did you like it? It's my first time cooking something."
"Ergh...I can't say really; I swallowed most of it before I could savor the flavor. What did you say was in it again?"
"Cabbage, eggplant, carrots, potatoes, beans, old bread, some other 'stuff' I can't remember. I found it all in the cellar," he says proudly. "So, Tarin, what brings you to this neck of the woods? I've never had a bear guest before!"
Tarin groans. "I was...exploring and got lost and the smell of your food drove me here." The bear twitched and put both paws on his stomach, feeling some pain in his gut.
"Ah, well, you're nice and plump now," says the rabbit, noticing Tarin clutching his bloated brown belly. "Oh, are you okay?"
Tarin responded by inhaling sharply and passing gas, the sound muffled by the chair and the ground. His cheeks would've turned red if all the fur wasn't covering it. "...Does that answer your question?"
Patter, however, didn't quite hear it, though for Tarin his gas is about to get even louder. "What answer?" he asks. It's now that Tarin may notice Patter's nose is damaged, likely from a run-in with someone like him.
The grizzly bear leaned over and let out a louder, obnoxious fart that kicked up some of the dirt. Tarin groaned and waved a paw in front of his nose. "That answer!"
Patter definitely hears that. "Ohhh, that does, Mr. Gassy," he says. "I think you haven't been eating your vegetables nearly enough! But don't worry; this will be sure to clean you out."
"What will clean me out?! And do you have any idea how much fiber is in beans and cabbage?"
"The grub, silly!" Patter says. At the other question, he thinks. "Um...not really. I just threw in everything I could find. Why, is that a bad thing?"
Tarin sighed as he let out another malodorous fart that lasted for quite some time and might've blown Patter back a few inches if he was standing behind him. "God, that stinks! How can you not smell this?!"
"I haven't smelled for quite a while since the injury," The rabbit says. "Though I guess it isn't all bad! I'm afraid I can't help you much, though."
The bear groaned again and let out a silent fart that suddenly became squeaky and reeked of rotten eggs and beans. "This is so embarrassing..."
"Aww, you're too bashful," Patter says, patting one of the bear's paws that has a firm grip on the table, the gas pain roiling through Tarin's guts. "You act like this has never happened before!"
"It has; it just never stank this much before! I mean, even you can smell this," And with that, Tarin turned around and blasted a loud, fetid gas bubble at the bunny. It smelled so strong, the bear was sure even the rabbit could catch a good whiff of it.
"Ah!" The rabbit quickly ducked under the blast, but yes, he could smell it. "Oh dear. That IS pretty bad. What will you do now?"
Tarin let out a high-pitched fart and clenched his butt cheeks together, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. "I gotta use the bathroom."
"You might try to leave the way you came in, then. You know what they say about bears and woods!"
Tarin scoffed. "Yeah, like you rabbits don't go in the woods." Nevertheless, Patter was right, and the best place to go was outside, so he started to run for the entrance. But as he started to squeeze his way to freedom, he felt intense pressure on his gut and couldn't move. Everything from the waist down was sticking inside the cave in a comical fashion.
Patterson runs up to the bear's hind end, though off to the side. "Uh-oh. It looks like you're stuck! Can you pull through?"
"No!" said Tarin, farting in the rabbit's face.
"Oh dear," Patter says again. "Well, it looks like..." he leaves, and comes back with an enormous pot. He places it under the bear's butt so he's sitting on it. "You'll be here a while...but don't worry! I'll take care of you! I'll feed you one end and take care of what comes out the other."
Tarin inhaled sharply and let out another foul fart and his butthole began to expand, seconds away from letting out the waste. "I can't hold it anymore!"
"Don't worry, it's all ready!" The rabbit says, standing back from the pot.
Tarin didn't really care what he was pooping in or if he was going in the rabbit's house, because his colon disagreed with him and he laid two large pieces of bear poop in the pot, shortly before farting for a full eleven seconds, the noise amplified by the emptiness of the pot.
"Wow," The rabbit comments, feeling thankful he got everything 'secured' back there in time. "Just keep going!"
Tarin sighed and farted again and his farts became wet, and the next thing he knew his bowels were letting out a messy combination of diarrhea and flatulence, all of which stank even to the bear, who was outside the cave. But at least he was feeling much relief.
"There you go! Now you just need to go through that again over the next few days, and you'll be thin enough to move, I bet!" Patter says patting the bear's left butt encouragingly. Though he's not that helpful in this regard.
"......Wait a second, I have to stay here for the next few days?!!?"
"Well, however, long it takes for you to lose enough weight through, well, pooping," The rabbit says, just as another internal pain spike hits the bear's intestines.
The bear grunted and farted again before he dropped several large, brown logs and spheres of waste into the pot, creating much commotion. Tarin turned around and sighed with defeat, an annoyed and rather angry glare on his face. "Shit."
"You can say that again," The rabbit chuckled.
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Bear (Other)
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File Size 38.5 kB
wait... a bear... a rabbit... a hole that the bear gets stuck in... only after eating the rabbits food..... this... could only be made from one thing... and one thing only... the work.... of a true genius! good going buddy! this story was awesome! I only wish the rabbit could smell so he'd have to suffer more :D
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