Pumpkin Bears (Freshly Baked Furry Tails Book 3)

by Sable Sylvan

  “Maybe in another life, I would’ve been a secretary,” said Peter.

  “Well, I’m already a cheerleader in this life,” said Oliver, smooching Pepper on the head. “I always want the best for you.”

  “We always want the best for you,” said Peter. “I’m on that cheer squad too.”

  “If we’re a cheer squad, who goes on top of the pyramid?” asked Pepper.

  “You, of course — but of course, we’d have to practice our moves, for the big competition against State College,” said Peter.

  “What makes you so sure we wouldn’t be the State College cheerleaders?” asked Pepper.

  “Have you met Peter? There’s no way his parents would let him go to state,” said Oliver, rolling his eyes.

  “You two did promise me a special reward for finally submitting my recipe,” said Pepper. “Were you two planning on delivering on that?”

  “Just slide it in,” said Peter, holding his cock, which was already wet with precum.

  “I…I don’t know if I can,” said Pepper, shaking out her hands.

  “You wanted this,” said Peter. “Don’t you want it?”

  “I do — but, seeing it in my hands, well, it makes things feel a little more…real,” Pepper said shyly. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

  “Of course it’s going to fit,” said Oliver. “You’ve taken the beads and the plugs…and you didn’t think those would fit.”

  “Beads and plugs are one thing — your cocks, they’re another,” said Pepper. “That hole…it’s not exactly made for that.”

  “If we only used things for their intended purposes, this world would be real boring, sweetheart,” said Oliver. “That’s why we’re acting it out first. Make your hand into the shape again. Curl your index finger, so it’s a spiral, nestled in the crevice of your thumb — like this.” Oliver showed her what shape to make. It looked like a fern, ready to unfurl.

  “Okay,” said Pepper, mimicking the gesture again.

  “Now…put it at the top of Peter’s cock,” said Oliver, guiding Pepper’s hand over to Peter’s tip. “Guide the tip through the hole in the spiral, that part in the center where a little light seeps through.”

  “But the hole is so tiny,” said Pepper. “I can barely see an opening.”

  “So push the tip against it — gently,” ordered Oliver.

  Pepper pressed down. She could feel the pressure of Peter’s cock against her hand. She gulped

  “Now, let it in — slowly,” said Oliver. “Remember — you’ve done this before. You’ve touched us before. You’ve taken us before. You’re just doing it a different way this time, a different way with your hands, the same way you’ll be taking us a different way with the rest of your body.”

  Pepper nodded. “You’re right. I can do this. I want to do this. Heck, the fact you two frikkin’ promised we could try this once I submitted — submitted the recipe, that is — is half the reason the recipe got finalized in the first place. Okay. I can do this.”

  “So do it,” challenged Peter.

  Pepper let her finger uncurl a bit. She felt Peter’s cock’s head, which was softer and spongier than the rest of his dick, fit into the hole, squeezed into a conical point like the tip of a very blunt crayon.

  “Alright — how does it feel?” asked Oliver.

  “Weird — but interesting,” said Pepper, unfurling more of her finger of her own accord, letting more and more of Peter’s cock into the ring formed by her tightened index finger and thumb.

  Suddenly, the squishy flesh from Peter’s cock’s head popped through the hole. The entire cockhead had managed to make its way out the other side of the hole — even though the opening was smaller than the head’s widest part, around the base.

  “How did it just…and it was…wait,” said Pepper, pulling her hand off of Peter’s cock, and trying again. She made the tight fern-like coil, pressed her hand at the top of Peter’s cock, slowly opened it more and more, and after the pressure of his cock against her hand grew, she felt a sudden harsh pop. The tip of the squishy cock had made its way through the tight hole like a were-cat burglar squeezing into a ventilation shaft.

  “The tip is soft and can make its way into a tight hole,” explained Oliver. “It might look intimidating, but…”

  “Keep moving your hand,” ordered Peter.

  Pepper moved her hand down Peter’s cock. Without thinking about it, she widened her finger’s grip on Peter’s shaft, taking it comfortably in her grip.

  “You see? When you don’t think about it…you just take it,” said Peter.

  “Okay, well, my hand is one thing, my butt is another,” said Pepper, taking her hand off Peter’s cock and crossing her arms. “What’s the game plan?”

  “You’re going to do reverse cowgirl on me, to get me in position,” explained Peter. “Then, you lie back on my chest. I hold you while Oliver enters your front. Then, I slide into the back. Do you want a warning?”

  “A warning for what?” asked Pepper.

  “Do you want him to tell you when he’s going to enter the other hole, or do you want him to just do it?” asked Oliver. “How does this play out in your fantasy?”

  “Uh…there’s not a lot of talk in my fantasy, but there’s also no anxiety about whether this is going to be a big mistake,” admitted Pepper. “What are the pros and cons?”

  “The pro of him warning you — you can prepare yourself to take it. The con — you might psych yourself out,” admitted Oliver. “Remember — we can stop this at any time. You say stop, we stop.”

  “No safe word?” asked Pepper.

  “Do you want one? Because I don’t think we’re doing some scene where you’re saying stop for a sexy reason,” said Peter.

  “What if I say, ‘don’t stop?’” challenged Pepper. “That has the word ‘stop’ in it, and I’d hazard a guess it’s a pretty dang sexy phrase.”

  “She got you there,” said Oliver. “Alright — what safe word do you want to use? When you say it, we’ll slide right out, make sure you get put back on the bed safely, all that.”

  “How about…’pie pan?’” asked Pepper. “And…just go for it, Peter. When you think it’s right…just slide in. I’ll tell you if I need you to go slower or something. Don’t forget to lube up.”

  “Sounds good to me,” said Peter. Oliver nodded in agreement.

  “Just relax,” said Peter, rubbing Pepper’s shoulders.

  “No…you relax,” ordered Pepper, getting up. “Oliver — move.” Pepper pushed Peter down, so he was on the bed, on his back. Peter put his arms behind his hands cockily and looked over Pepper while biting his lower lip and smirking.

  That smirk — it drove Pepper insane. It was annoying and sexy at the same time. Peter knew how much that face annoyed her. He was taunting her without saying a word. That meant he needed to get punished — just a little.

  Clothes were overrated, and all three members of the trio had stripped them off as soon as they were in the privacy of Oliver’s basic bedroom at Grizzlyfir. They’d been switching off between meeting at Grizzlyfir and meeting at Hemlock, as Pepper’s bed was not larger enough to fit the trio’s needs.

  Pepper straddled Peter, who was lying in the center of the bed and slid his cock right into her honeypot. That was nothing new. What was new was Pepper pinching Peter’s nipples.

  Surprisingly, Peter did not flinch. He just raised his brows.

  “Is that all you got?” asked Peter.

  Pepper pinched one nipple and flicked it with her other index finger.

  “Kitty’s got claws,” said Peter nonchalantly.

  Pepper moved her ass in circles, using Peter like a fucking-post, just trying to loosen up her pussy for the main event. She felt her body’s juices flowing slowly over Peter’s rod. She held out her hand, right underneath Peter’s face.

  “Spit,” ordered Pepper.

  Peter was more than happy to advise. He got on his elbows, and spit into Pepper’s palm while looki
ng her in the eyes.

  Pepper slid Peter’s cock out of her pussy. She rubbed Peter’s saliva over his cock and pushed it back into her body. She knew what she was doing was dirty, but, it was nothing compared to the main event.

  Oliver gently moved Pepper, so she was straddling Peter, but facing toward Peter’s feet. After a few more spins on Peter’s cock, Oliver pushed Pepper back so that Peter was holding her to his chest. Peter pulled Pepper’s hair back, off her chest and back on to her shoulders, and whispered sweet nothings to her. He slid out of her and Oliver slipped right in, fucking Pepper while Peter held her tight.

  Pepper felt Oliver slide against her G spot — but she felt something else too.

  “Wait,” said Pepper. “Are you…”

  “Inside your sweet ass?” asked Oliver. “Yes — and loving it.”

  “But…how?” asked Pepper.

  “You’re relaxed, and you’re wet, and I lubed up while you were busy enjoying Oliver,” said Peter. “How’s it feel?”

  “I…I don’t know,” admitted Pepper. She took a second to feel what it was like. It wasn’t like her front hole — it was different. It wasn’t unpleasant. It wasn’t something she’d seek out on its own, but…it was like the gingerbread in the pumpkin pie. Pepper wasn’t a big fan of ginger, but she loved pumpkin pie. The gingerbread just managed to make the pumpkin even better.

  “It makes the rest better if that makes sense,” said Pepper. “I’m more full. I’m tighter. I’m…I’m enjoying it more, more than I would’ve, and more than I would enjoy either of these sensations on their own — one of you in the front, the other, in the back.”

  “You like it though?” asked Peter.

  “I frikkin’ love it,” admitted Pepper, her cheeks pinkening as Oliver slammed into her again and again. Peter’s strokes were slower, as he didn’t want to slide all the way out of her. She was so hot and tight — but he’d absolutely needed the extra lube.

  “Frik,” cursed Pepper. She grabbed the sheets around Peter, just as Peter was holding onto her. She felt the sheets ripple and pool on the bed, like the surface of a disturbed pond, the reflections of the ocean in miniature. Just as there was an ocean in every pond, there was a tempest in every soul, and the monsoon in Pepper had awoken.

  “Harder,” begged Pepper. “Don’t…don’t stop…”

  Oliver and Peter were more than happy to oblige. Peter flexed his cock inside of Pepper’s ass, causing Pepper’s eyes to roll back for a second. Oliver dove into her harder than a bear dipping its paws into the river looking for salmon. The fullness in her ass mixed with the hard thrusts in her canal drove Pepper to the brink of pleasure, and then, the brakes in that car failed, and she was driven straight off the cliff and into her ocean of satisfaction and serenity.

  As soon as Pepper came, both Oliver and Peter started to cum. Neither of them could hold back. Pepper’s body was doing something unlike anything else they’d felt before. Taking two cocks at the same time made her tighter. It also made her orgasm more intense. She was so slick from all the lube that as she came, the cocks slid back and forth inside of her, even as she clenched down on them without even trying to. It was a vicious cycle, more vicious than a shifter with mate madness.

  With every pulsation, she pushed and pulled the cocks back and forth inside her. The friction was sparking the kindling inside her body, and a second flame was awoken. Like a phoenix from the still warm ashes, another orgasm rose and joined the ebb and flow of pleasure in the sea of desire through which all three members of the ménage were adrift and yet, at the same time, at home.

  Oliver and Peter slid out of Pepper and lay her down gently on Oliver’s bed. They would absolutely need to do the sheets, but of course, they’d have lots of fun with the rumbly washer and dryer…

  “That…that was amazing,” said Pepper.

  “You liked it?” asked Oliver.

  “Yeah — it was worth it, especially at the end,” said Pepper. “I just felt so…so…so full.”

  “And did relaxing making you feel better?” asked Peter.

  “I mean — I can’t imagine that this would’ve worked if I didn’t just relax,” admitted Pepper.

  “Maybe there’s a life lesson here for all of us,” mused Oliver.

  “What — that you guys want to try anal too?” asked Pepper.

  “No — that sometimes, maybe…we all need to just relax,” said Oliver. “Maybe sometimes, things aren’t as scary and serious as they seem.”

  “That sounds like you’re just trying to convince me to try anal again so you can take that end,” said Pepper.

  “What? I can’t try and support and seduce my beautiful girlfriend at the same time?” joked Oliver. “Excuse me for trying to multitask!”

  “Can we take this multitasking to the shower?” asked Peter.

  “That sounds like the best dang idea you’ve had all day,” said Pepper.

  “I thought my best idea was trying anal,” said Peter.

  “Look — I had fun and all, but I don’t think it was better than a nice, hot shower with my two nice, hot, handsome bear shifters,” said Pepper, grabbing her robe before they went to claim one of the communal showers just as her two bears had claimed her as their mate.

  Chapter Twelve

  Pepper and the bears coordinated the Halloween blitz together. Lumberjacks from Grizzlyfir and Hemlock put aside their differences to put together the haunted corn maze. After all, it was Halloween. If people could pretend to be ghosts and ghouls and goblins, it wasn’t so much of a reach for the two lumber crews to pretend they didn’t hate each other — at least, for a single day.

  Pepper, Oliver, and Peter worked the snacks area near the end of the maze. Anyone who made it through the labyrinth got a full gingerbread pumpkin pie, for free. Anyone who couldn’t, well…they’d been tricked, so they deserved a treat. They got to have a slice of pie, on the house, along with some hot caramel apple cider.

  Pepper, Oliver, and Peter had to run around the pumpkin patch all night. That meant they couldn’t dress up like the folks coming to visit the pumpkin patch. They couldn’t have on ornate costumes, but, they did have matching t-shirt costumes.

  Each shirt had red and white stripes, running vertically down the front of the costume. They’d customized the shirts themselves using some large iron-on decals of golden letters. On the front of each shirt, there was a letter — a P on Pepper’s shirt, an O on Oliver’s shirt, and a P on Peter’s shirt. Together, the trio looked like a big bucket of popcorn, with the word ‘Pop’ written across their three shirts.

  Pepper, Oliver, and Peter were just cutting up another pie when three adults came out of the maze — one dressed as a werewolf, the other dressed like a vampire, and the BBW between them dressed as a monster hunter, with a fake sword and a real wooden stake attached to her utility belt.

  “Patricia?” asked Pepper. “I see you ended up getting your trick and your treat tonight.” Pepper looked between Patricia and Darius — who was dressed as a werewolf, and Terrence — who was dressed as a vampire. They were quite the triad.

  “My what?” asked Patricia, genuinely confused.

  “You know what?” Oliver asked. “Never mind.” He pulled Pepper close and kissed her on the cheek.

  Peter leaned in, gave Pepper a peck, and whispered, “You can lead a horse to water…”

  “Nevermind,” agreed Pepper. Peter and Oliver were right. Obviously, Darius and Terrence needed to put their differences aside if they wanted to get with Patricia. Obviously, they were all meant to be together. But…meddling from Pepper, that wouldn’t help the process along at all.

  “That maze is really spooky,” said Patricia.

  “You couldn’t make it through?” asked Pepper. “You? The big, strong, monster hunter — it was too scary for you?”

  “Uh…actually, I got kinda scared by it,” said Darius, rubbing his hand along the back of his head. Darius was wearing special effects makeup. Fake tufts of fur had been added to
the outside rim of his ears. He had in yellow-green contact lenses. He had in some false ‘wolf teeth’ that looked a lot like Terrence’s fake vampire teeth.

  “You got scared?” asked Oliver. “You look like you’re the main frikkin’ attraction!”

  “See? I told you — you just scared the scarers!” joked Patricia.

  “And what makes you so sure I wasn’t the one that scared them?” asked Terrence.

  “I don’t think there’s anything about your costume that’s particularly scary,” admitted Peter.

  “Peter! You’re supposed to be on my side!” hissed Terrence.

  “Well…I mean, that fake blood does look a lot like strawberry jam,” said Patricia. She ran her finger along Terrence’s chin, and he bristled ‘neath her touch. She took some of the goop from his jaw and put it in her mouth and looked at Pepper with a funny face.

  “What?” asked Pepper.

  Patricia had her lips sucked into her face. She looked at Pepper, raised her brows, looked down, and looked back up at Terrence.

  “Terrence…this is strawberry jam, isn’t it?” asked Patricia.

  “N-no, it’s not!” insisted Terrence. “It’s…raspberry jam.”

  “Real scary,” said Patricia. “Paired with your silk cape, and your big, fluffy white shirt, I’m surprised they didn’t faint — from how sexy you look. Ha!”

  Before Terrence could reply, Darius interjected, “We should go look at those pumpkins before the last of the good ones are gone. Be seeing you three.”

  More groups came by the consolation prize table for their free pie and caramel apple cider. Pepper watched the busier area near the start of the patch. The decks had purple, green, and orange lights in silly spooky shapes like skulls and ghosts and jack-o-lanterns. There were people decorating pumpkins with paint and glitter and stickers. She turned and looked around. People were going through the pumpkin patch, which was softly lit, looking for pumpkins in all shapes and colors. Many young couples were looking at the pumpkins. But, there were also groups of friends. There were families. There were even other ménages. Just like the pumpkins, the pumpkin pickers came in all shapes and colors and sizes and groupings.