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She held a bundle in her arms. A makeshift sling kept it close to her body. A tiny kit in the bundle squirmed, fussed and coughed. \n\nThe intruder didn't say a word. He shoved the door closed, shutting out the encroaching winter night. The latch was now broken, but the door was so warped from the cold and damp that it was a struggle to open and close regardless. He dropped his knapsack at the door. He leaned his flintlock rifle on the wall and flipped back his hood, scattering snow that clung to it onto the floor.\n\nHe was an ursine. A big brown one. Mandy had only seen one other bear in her life. In a small village her family had traveled through to get to the frontier there was a place with females of ill repute. One of them had been a large, rotund bear wearing strange and revealing clothing. She had been sweeping the front stoop. The bear offered a friendly wave to the family as they rode by on their wagon. Mandy had waved back, earning a scolding from her mother for doing so. As huge as the female strumpet had been, the male in her cabin was much larger. \n\nHe stalked through the cabin in a hunched over position to avoid the crossbeams that held up the roof. The same beams that Mandy had to jump to touch. The bear plucked off his mittens and dumped them onto the table as he passed it. At first the young feline thought the bear was coming for her, but he instead went to the stove. She had a pot boiling on the stove. What she was making could only be called “soup” by the most generous definition of the word. She had already made several batches of soup from the bones that were boiling in it, now she was just cooking down the bones until they were also edible. Trying to get the last traces of nourishment from them. Once that was gone there would be no food at all in the cabin. It smelled atrocious, but the bear didn't turn his nose up at the feeble fare. He picked up the spoon and took a sip. \n\n“Could use some salt.” He said. He had a deep voice. No doubt hoarse from breathing the dry, frigid air, but beyond that, powerful and commanding. \n\nMandy didn't answer. She didn't have any salt left, there was almost nothing left. Her father had left for town five weeks ago for provisions to get through the winter and had never returned. The snow had come much earlier than they had expected. She didn't know if her father was dead or just stranded somewhere. \n\n“There's salt in my pack.” The bear said as he stirred the pot. He turned and looked at her. He had a burrowing gaze. “If you would, please?” \n\nMandy edged her way around him and toward the door. His pack was sitting right in front of it. She could easily just toss it aside and flee outside. But where would she go? Ever since it started snowing she hadn't gone any further than the privy. The snow was so deep she could barely move through it. She couldn't even get out and find more firewood. She stroked the little cub strapped to her chest on the head. Joshua was sick. The cold would kill him in no time. Not to mention she's not dressed for this weather. As much as the thought terrified her she was stuck in the cabin with him.\n\nHis pack was light, most of the privations having already been used. There was no food in it. Just some clothes and a few wrapped packs. One of them was hard and she knew it was what she was looking for. A brick of salt wrapped in cloth. She had run out of salt a week ago and was missing it desperately. She salivated just from the thought of it.\n\nShe looked up. What a fool! His rifle was right there! After taking care that Joshua was secure in the sling, Mandy snatched up the weapon, turned toward the intruder, and raised the rife to her shoulder. This rifle was much larger than any other she had ever held, but she did know how to use them. At this range she couldn't possibly miss. She thumbed back the hammer. The weapon made a loud “ka-klick”.\n\nThe bear cocked his head to the noise and turned toward her. He looked puzzled. “What are you doing, pup?” He asked.\n\n“Get the hell out of here!” Mandy demanded. “If you don't, I swear I'll shoot you dead!” \n\n“That's not going to happen.” The bear growled as he stepped toward her. “If I go back out there I'll die. What's more, if I go out there, you'll die.”\n\n“I'll take my chances!” \n\n“Winter hasn't even started yet and you're already eating bones and you have barely enough firewood to last the week!” The bear yelled at her. \n\n“Just get the hell out!” She screamed at him. Joshua started to cry and struggle and Mandy put a paw on him to steady the kit. When she did the rifle's barrel dipped down. The bear moved in on her. \n\nMandy quickly raised the rifle and pulled the trigger. There was a huge shower of sparks from the flint meeting steel, but nothing else. The bear raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head, then snatched the weapon away from her. \n\n“It's not loaded.” He told her with a sigh. “I'm all out of powder.” He stuck the rifle back against the wall. He moved toward her and Mandy sealed herself for the strike, but he didn't hit her. Instead he scooped up the salt pack off the ground. He was so close she could feel the body heat coming off of him. The heavy stench of his musk assaulted her nostrils. He turned and took the salt back to the stove.\n\nHe broke off some of the hardened block of salt and dumped it in the pot. He stirred it for a minute before tasting it again. Satisfied it took the pot off the stove and sat down with it at the table. The chair groaned desperately under his weight. He dumped a portion of it into a bowl and slid it across the table toward Mandy.\n\n“Eat.” He told her. He didn't bother with a bowl for himself. He simply ate directly from the pot. Slurping noisily as he did so.\n\nMandy was hungry, famished, in fact. She sat down across from the giant brute and picked up a spoon. She scooped up a bit of the broth. Her paw was shaking so much she could barely keep it from spilling out of the spoon's bowl. She was having supper with a fur she had just tried to murder. She managed a sip of the soup. It was salty. Too salty, but that was just fine. She hadn't had much salt lately. \n\n“I found a grave-site nearby.” The bear said, apparently attempting to make small talk. “That's how I found your place. Your father?”\n\n“My mother.” Mandy corrected. \n\n“Sorry to hear that.” The bear offered without sounding particularly sympathetic. \n\n“My father went to collect firewood. He should be back soon.”\n\n“You're a terrible liar.” The bear accused. “I'm guessing he went to town and got stuck by the snow. Leaving you all alone with your cub.”\n\n“He's not mine.” Mandy told him. “He's my brother. And my father will be back soon.”\n\n“If he tries to come back he'll die.” The bear said flatly. “There's no way in or out of this valley until spring. Believe me, I tried.” \n\nMandy took another sip of the soup. She swished it around in her mouth until it cooled sufficiently. She put her nose up to her brother's mouth, encouraging him to lap at it, then she dribbled what she could into his mouth. He coughed and spit most of it out, but did drink some of it. \n\n“Is that how you're feeding him?” The bear asked.\n\n“It's the best I can do.” She said. “We had a goat for milk, but it ran off during one of the snow storms. Probably froze to death.” \n\nThe bear finished his soup and started munching on the bones for whatever sustenance they could provide. There wasn't much, but occasionally a bit of marrow would be available. He watched the young female feed herself and then her sibling. A very laborious process. \n\n“Unless I miss my guess, you're a lynx.” The bear noted. “You're a long ways away from your homeland, aren't you?”\n\n“We left almost three years ago.” She said, suddenly feeling very nostalgic for the fields in which she grew up. “Father told us everything would be easier here. That we could just leave the collectors behind and start again.” The little feline looked anguished. “My sister, she died of dysentery on the ship. They just dumped her body over the side like it was garbage. When we got to port the first fur we met made off with half of our luggage and most of our money. There we were, in a land we were unfamiliar with that didn't speak our language and we were already in a bad spot. Father found more lenders, of course. He thought he could borrow and run like he did before, but they knew that trick. They caught us. Father managed to hide me but they took Mother away. When Mother came back they said our loan was settled.”\n\n“My mother...” Mandy started to choke on her words, but regained her composure. She didn't know why she was telling the stranger this story, but she continued anyway. “My mother had always been a strong and noble female. When she returned it was like they had taken her soul. She was weak, sickly, and pregnant. She didn't want to go on, she wanted to stay in the east and make do there. Father was insistent that we push west. He had this deed to a small patch of paradise and by God we were going to make it there or die trying.” \n\n“You saw where my mother is.” Mandy said. “I don't know where my father is. Little Josh is sick. I don't have anything to feed him. I don't have any medicine. It's like this land wants to kill us.”\n\nThe bear spit a splint of bone into the empty pot. It rang hollowly in the chilly air of the cabin. The candlelight flickered and danced shadows on the drafty walls. It was almost like a crypt. A foreboding, horrible place she would not be able to leave until the snow melted. It was almost a comfort to know she'll probably die before that happens.\n\n“You're going to rape me, aren't you?” The feline asked bluntly.\n\nThe bear offered an apologetic grin. “I'd rather it didn't come to that.” He said. “I prefer a female that is forthcoming. Either way I reckon I'll get what I want. It's been six months since I've been with a female and ten times that since I bedded one as fair as you.” \n\nMandy nodded. “At least you're honest, for a scoundrel.” \n\nThe bear stood up and walked around the table. The little lynx stiffened when he set one of his huge paws on her shoulder. She was steeling herself for what was about to happen. That heavy, hot smell of him washed over her.\n\n“How long has he been ill?” The giant asked her. \n\n“W-what?” She asked.\n\n“Your brother.” The bear clarified as he reached around her and put the pad of this thumb on the kit's forehead, who cried and fussed in response. “How long has he had this fever?” \n\n“Four... five days at the most.” She answered. \n\nThe bear put a paw on the side of her face. “You're warm too.” He said. “You shouldn't be sharing food with him. Is your head hurting you?”\n\n“Yes.” She told him.\n\nThe bear went into his pack again, finding another cloth wrapped object. He unrolled it. There were several strange items inside of it. Some of them looked like talismans for performing the native's pagan rituals, other things just looked like bundles of random sticks, twigs and leaves. He picked up one of these bundles. \n\n“Is that medicine?” Mandy asked, sounding hopeful. \n\n“Yeah.” He said. “The locals call it [i]The Great Magic[/i].” \n\nMandy was doubtful of any type of native cure, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. Something had to be better than nothing. The bear went back to the stove, opened it up and stoked up the fire with several fresh logs. He found a tin cup and stuffed the bundle of “Great Magic” into it. He poured water on top of it and set the cup on the stove to heat up. \n\n The bear sat back down into one of the two chairs in the room. He went through the pockets of his coat until finding his poke. He pulled it out and went through the painstaking process of making a cigarette. He lit it with the flame of one of the candles and took a long draw before blowing the smoke up towards the rafters. He offered it to Mandy who shook her head. The bear shrugged and leaned back in the chair.\n\n“This land...” He said. “This land doesn't want to kill you. It wants to push you. It wants to ride you and chew you up. It wants to kick you, claw you, and spit on you. It wants to bloody your nose and knock out your teeth. It wants to rub dirt in your wounds and rip out your fur. Just when you think you have it figured out, it kicks you right in the bollocks.”\n\n“Why?” Mandy asked.\n\n“To test you, of course.” The bear told her. “To see if you're worthy of it.” \n\n“And you are worthy?” \n\nThe bear laughed. “Not hardly! I've been out here for going on fifteen years and it caught me with my pants down again. Out of food, out of powder, and wandering around in a blizzard.” He looked at her with an unsettling glint in his eye. “Still, could have turned out worse.”\n\nThe tin cup started to steam on the stove. An aroma began to fill the room. Not entirely unpleasant. Mandy started wishing it had smelled bad as the scent made her stomach grumble. It reminded her how this fat intruder had eaten all their food. Now he's sitting here and undressing her with his eyes. The nerve! \n\nThe bear butted out the cigarette on the hard packed dirt floor before standing up to check on the medicine. He picked up the cup carefully. It was hot, but not quite too hot to hold with his bare paws. He swished around the bundle of sticks and herbs before pulling them out of the cup. He shook it off a bit before setting it on the table to dry. He sniffed the cup to test it. Then took a sip and grimaced at the flavor before gulping down about half the concoction.\n\n“It's a little weak,” he admitted, “but you're both very small. This should be enough.” He handed the cup to Mandy.\n\nShe looked at the stuff swirling in the cup. It was a yellow tea with a lot of debris floating around in it. It looked disgusting. \n\n“Don't do that thing where you spit it in his mouth.” He advised her. “Just dab some on your finger and give it to him that way.”\n\n“How much do I give him?” She wondered.\n\nThe bear shrugged. “Six or seven dabs?” He suggested. “He won't like it but make sure he drinks it.”\n\n“This will cure him?” She asked.\n\n“No, it'll just help his fever and let him rest.” The bear admitted. “Time will cure him.” \n\nMandy dabbed a bit on her finger, tasting it herself before giving it to her brother. It was horribly bitter. It tasted like dirt and something fermented, but the bear drank some of the swill so she knew he wasn't feeding them poison. \n\nThe bear had been right, Joshua didn't care for the medicine at all. He spit and cried the entire time. Eventually she got him to drink what she figured was at least seven dabs. When she was done her brother did seem to be calming down. His cough lessened and he started to doze in between the more sporadic fits. \n\n“The rest is for you.” The bear told her. “Drink it.”\n\nMandy wrinkled her nose as she took a sip from it. Somehow the taste was even worse than the first try.\n\n“Don't try to drink it slow.” The bear advised. “Pretend it's a slug of whiskey.” \n\nMandy did as she was told, nearly gagging on the fierce concoction. The bear watched her closely. Making sure she didn't try some trick to avoid taking her medicine. \n\n“I've never actually had whiskey before.” She admitted.\n\n“I guess that means there no use in asking if you have any hidden around here.” The bear said, disappointment evident in his voice. “I certainly could have used a little.” He stood up and started to undress. Hanging every article of his heavy, damp clothing on whatever was available. The smell of him filled the cabin quickly as he stripped down to his drawers, and Mandy wondered when the last time he had washed any of his clothes had been. Her head started to swim and her nostrils felt hot. The half naked giant walked by her and sat on the bed. His movements appeared slow and surreal now. The cabin seemed like it was changing in size. Expanding and contracting like a breathing monster. The little lynx teen put a paw on her forehead to try and steady it.\n\n“Are you feeling it?” The bear asked. His voice sounded hollow and faraway. \n\n“I feel...” She tried to stand up, but stumbled. She reached out and the bear snagged her paw to steady her. “I feel very tired.” She said. “What did you do to me?”\n\nThe bear pulled her toward him and she was in no condition to resist him. “It's magic.” He said with a smile. He took the sleeping infant from her arms and set him onto the bed, making sure to crowd the blankets around the kit to keep him safe from rolling off. The cub coughed and gave a half-hearted cry before falling asleep again. “A handsome little bugger, isn't he?”\n\n“He doesn't look like my father at all.” Mandy managed to say through a drugged haze.\n\n“But he looks like your mother, I'll wager.” the bear said as he took the sling off the teen and started to unbutton her dress. \n\n“Yes.”\n\n“It's good to have a way of remembering her.” The stranger told her as he slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. “The people we love tend to slip from us as time goes on. We don't want them to, but it happens anyway.”\n\nMandy started to weep as the bear began to unfasten her corset. She didn't want this. She wanted to be able to fight him, as useless as it probably was, but he had made sure she couldn't even do that. The medicine made her limbs feel weak, it was a struggle to just stay standing. She was helpless and completely at his mercy. This wicked stranger who invited himself in and now was going to help himself to her virginity. She had so much wanted to be pure for her wedding day.\n\n“Now don't start with that.” The bear said as he wiped a tear from her face. Her corset came off without much of a struggle. It had been her mother's so it was a bit big for her. She had taken it in as best she could but it still didn't fit quite snug enough. She hoped she would grow into it. \n\nThe stranger hung her dress and corset on one of the rafters to keep them from getting dirty and wrinkled. Mandy stood wobbly and cold in nothing but her bloomers. She managed to cross her arms in front of her chest to hide her perky breasts. She had been so happy when they came in the year before. Now she was cursing them because she knew how much males fancied to touch them.\n\nThe bear returned to her and put the cub sling back on her. He gently picked up Joshua and put him back into her arms. “Keep him close and warm.” The ursine told her. Mandy looked at him, puzzled by this act. Wouldn't this make it more difficult? Not that she wanted it to be easy for him.\n\nThe bear helped her into the bed before crawling in with her. It was a small bed and he was an enormous fur. There was barely enough room for him alone, let alone the three of them, but somehow they managed. He pulled her close to her and she could feel his thick, coarse fur against her soft pelt. He pulled the blanket over all of them to trap their combined body heat. The heavy smell of him made Mandy's head swim. \n\nFor a while as they lay there Mandy's heart kept pounding in panic. Something is going to happen. He's going to do something to her. He's going to hurt her. He has an arm around her and she couldn't get away. She was on her side and her tail was pinned against his belly. Somewhere below she knew his penis was lurking. 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The Cabin



Without warning the door to the small cabin crashed open loudly.  Mandy had locked the door after the last time she used it, but it hadn't been enough.  Whoever he was, he was a brute.  Huge.  Powerful.  He ducked through the low doorway and entered without a word.  The wind and snow and darkness clamoring behind him, trying to suck out the little bit of heat Mandy had managed to goad the small stove into providing.  

He was heavily bundled against the winter.  Only his nose and eyes visible under his hood.  They were hard eyes.  Vicious eyes.  The eyes of a killer.  They were tired as well.  Exhausted from trudging through the deep snow.  They spied the young feline crouched on the far side of the tiny cabin.  Mandy had nowhere to flee to.  There was no back door, and a snowdrift had sealed the shutters of the window firmly closed.  She held a bundle in her arms.  A makeshift sling kept it close to her body.  A tiny kit in the bundle squirmed, fussed and coughed.  

The intruder didn't say a word.  He shoved the door closed, shutting out the encroaching winter night.  The latch was now broken, but the door was so warped from the cold and damp that it was a struggle to open and close regardless.  He dropped his knapsack at the door.  He leaned his flintlock rifle on the wall and flipped back his hood, scattering snow that clung to it onto the floor.

He was an ursine.  A big brown one.  Mandy had only seen one other bear in her life.  In a small village her family had traveled through to get to the frontier there was a place with females of ill repute.  One of them had been a large, rotund bear wearing strange and revealing clothing.  She had been sweeping the front stoop.  The bear offered a friendly wave to the family as they rode by on their wagon.  Mandy had waved back, earning a scolding from her mother for doing so.  As huge as the female strumpet had been, the male in her cabin was much larger.  

He stalked through the cabin in a hunched over position to avoid the crossbeams that held up the roof.  The same beams that Mandy had to jump to touch.  The bear plucked off his mittens and dumped them onto the table as he passed it.  At first the young feline thought the bear was coming for her, but he instead went to the stove.  She had a pot boiling on the stove.  What she was making could only be called “soup” by the most generous definition of the word.  She had already made several batches of soup from the bones that were boiling in it, now she was just cooking down the bones until they were also edible.  Trying to get the last traces of nourishment from them.  Once that was gone there would be no food at all in the cabin.  It smelled atrocious, but the bear didn't turn his nose up at the feeble fare.  He picked up the spoon and took a sip.  

“Could use some salt.”  He said.  He had a deep voice.  No doubt hoarse from breathing the dry, frigid air, but beyond that, powerful and commanding.

Mandy didn't answer.  She didn't have any salt left, there was almost nothing left.  Her father had left for town five weeks ago for provisions to get through the winter and had never returned.  The snow had come much earlier than they had expected.  She didn't know if her father was dead or just stranded somewhere.  

“There's salt in my pack.”  The bear said as he stirred the pot.  He turned and looked at her.  He had a burrowing gaze.  “If you would, please?”  

Mandy edged her way around him and toward the door.  His pack was sitting right in front of it.  She could easily just toss it aside and flee outside.  But where would she go?  Ever since it started snowing she hadn't gone any further than the privy.  The snow was so deep she could barely move through it.  She couldn't even get out and find more firewood.  She stroked the little cub strapped to her chest on the head.  Joshua was sick.  The cold would kill him in no time.  Not to mention she's not dressed for this weather.  As much as the thought terrified her she was stuck in the cabin with him.

His pack was light, most of the privations having already been used.  There was no food in it.  Just some clothes and a few wrapped packs.  One of them was hard and she knew it was what she was looking for.  A brick of salt wrapped in cloth.  She had run out of salt a week ago and was missing it desperately.  She salivated just from the thought of it.

She looked up.  What a fool!  His rifle was right there!  After taking care that Joshua was secure in the sling, Mandy snatched up the weapon, turned toward the intruder, and raised the rife to her shoulder.  This rifle was much larger than any other she had ever held, but she did know how to use them.  At this range she couldn't possibly miss.  She thumbed back the hammer.  The weapon made a loud “ka-klick”.

The bear cocked his head to the noise and turned toward her.  He looked puzzled.  “What are you doing, pup?”  He asked.

“Get the hell out of here!”  Mandy demanded.  “If you don't, I swear I'll shoot you dead!”  

“That's not going to happen.”  The bear growled as he stepped toward her.  “If I go back out there I'll die.  What's more, if I go out there, you'll die.”

“I'll take my chances!”  

“Winter hasn't even started yet and you're already eating bones and you have barely enough firewood to last the week!”  The bear yelled at her.  

“Just get the hell out!”  She screamed at him.  Joshua started to cry and struggle and Mandy put a paw on him to steady the kit.  When she did the rifle's barrel dipped down.  The bear moved in on her.  

Mandy quickly raised the rifle and pulled the trigger.  There was a huge shower of sparks from the flint meeting steel, but nothing else.  The bear raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head, then snatched the weapon away from her.  

“It's not loaded.”  He told her with a sigh.  “I'm all out of powder.”  He stuck the rifle back against the wall.  He moved toward her and Mandy sealed herself for the strike, but he didn't hit her.  Instead he scooped up the salt pack off the ground.  He was so close she could feel the body heat coming off of him.  The heavy stench of his musk assaulted her nostrils.  He turned and took the salt back to the stove.

He broke off some of the hardened block of salt and dumped it in the pot.  He stirred it for a minute before tasting it again.  Satisfied it took the pot off the stove and sat down with it at the table.  The chair groaned desperately under his weight.  He dumped a portion of it into a bowl and slid it across the table toward Mandy.

“Eat.”  He told her.  He didn't bother with a bowl for himself.  He simply ate directly from the pot.  Slurping noisily as he did so.

Mandy was hungry, famished, in fact.  She sat down across from the giant brute and picked up a spoon.  She scooped up a bit of the broth.  Her paw was shaking so much she could barely keep it from spilling out of the spoon's bowl.  She was having supper with a fur she had just tried to murder.  She managed a sip of the soup.  It was salty.  Too salty, but that was just fine.  She hadn't had much salt lately.  

“I found a grave-site nearby.”  The bear said, apparently attempting to make small talk.  “That's how I found your place.  Your father?”

“My mother.”  Mandy corrected.  

“Sorry to hear that.”  The bear offered without sounding particularly sympathetic.  

“My father went to collect firewood.  He should be back soon.”

“You're a terrible liar.”  The bear accused.  “I'm guessing he went to town and got stuck by the snow.  Leaving you all alone with your cub.”

“He's not mine.” Mandy told him.  “He's my brother.  And my father will be back soon.”

“If he tries to come back he'll die.”  The bear said flatly.  “There's no way in or out of this valley until spring.  Believe me, I tried.”    

Mandy took another sip of the soup.  She swished it around in her mouth until it cooled sufficiently.  She put her nose up to her brother's mouth, encouraging him to lap at it, then she dribbled what she could into his mouth.  He coughed and spit most of it out, but did drink some of it.  

“Is that how you're feeding him?”  The bear asked.

“It's the best I can do.”  She said.  “We had a goat for milk, but it ran off during one of the snow storms.  Probably froze to death.”  

The bear finished his soup and started munching on the bones for whatever sustenance they could provide.  There wasn't much, but occasionally a bit of marrow would be available.  He watched the young female feed herself and then her sibling.  A very laborious process.  

“Unless I miss my guess, you're a lynx.”  The bear noted.  “You're a long ways away from your homeland, aren't you?”

“We left almost three years ago.”  She said, suddenly feeling very nostalgic for the fields in which she grew up.  “Father told us everything would be easier here.  That we could just leave the collectors behind and start again.”  The little feline looked anguished.  “My sister, she died of dysentery on the ship.  They just dumped her body over the side like it was garbage.  When we got to port the first fur we met made off with half of our luggage and most of our money.  There we were, in a land we were unfamiliar with that didn't speak our language and we were already in a bad spot.  Father found more lenders, of course.  He thought he could borrow and run like he did before, but they knew that trick.  They caught us.  Father managed to hide me but they took Mother away.  When Mother came back they said our loan was settled.”

“My mother...”  Mandy started to choke on her words, but regained her composure.  She didn't know why she was telling the stranger this story, but she continued anyway.  “My mother had always been a strong and noble female.  When she returned it was like they had taken her soul.  She was weak, sickly, and pregnant.  She didn't want to go on, she wanted to stay in the east and make do there.  Father was insistent that we push west.  He had this deed to a small patch of paradise and by God we were going to make it there or die trying.”  

“You saw where my mother is.”  Mandy said.  “I don't know where my father is.  Little Josh is sick.  I don't have anything to feed him.  I don't have any medicine.  It's like this land wants to kill us.”

The bear spit a splint of bone into the empty pot.  It rang hollowly in the chilly air of the cabin.  The candlelight flickered and danced shadows on the drafty walls.  It was almost like a crypt.  A foreboding, horrible place she would not be able to leave until the snow melted.  It was almost a comfort to know she'll probably die before that happens.

“You're going to rape me, aren't you?”  The feline asked bluntly.

The bear offered an apologetic grin.  “I'd rather it didn't come to that.”  He said.  “I prefer a female that is forthcoming.  Either way I reckon I'll get what I want.  It's been six months since I've been with a female and ten times that since I bedded one as fair as you.”  

Mandy nodded.  “At least you're honest, for a scoundrel.”  

The bear stood up and walked around the table.  The little lynx stiffened when he set one of his huge paws on her shoulder.  She was steeling herself for what was about to happen.  That heavy, hot smell of him washed over her.

“How long has he been ill?”  The giant asked her.  

“W-what?”  She asked.

“Your brother.”  The bear clarified as he reached around her and put the pad of this thumb on the kit's forehead, who cried and fussed in response.  “How long has he had this fever?”  

“Four... five days at the most.”  She answered.  

The bear put a paw on the side of her face.  “You're warm too.”  He said.  “You shouldn't be sharing food with him.  Is your head hurting you?”

“Yes.”  She told him.

The bear went into his pack again, finding another cloth wrapped object.  He unrolled it.  There were several strange items inside of it.  Some of them looked like talismans for performing the native's pagan rituals, other things just looked like bundles of random sticks, twigs and leaves.  He picked up one of these bundles.  

“Is that medicine?”  Mandy asked, sounding hopeful.  

“Yeah.”  He said.  “The locals call it The Great Magic.”  

Mandy was doubtful of any type of native cure, but she didn't have much choice in the matter.  Something had to be better than nothing.  The bear went back to the stove, opened it up and stoked up the fire with several fresh logs.  He found a tin cup and stuffed the bundle of “Great Magic” into it.  He poured water on top of it and set the cup on the stove to heat up.  

 The bear sat back down into one of the two chairs in the room.  He went through the pockets of his coat until finding his poke.  He pulled it out and went through the painstaking process of making a cigarette.  He lit it with the flame of one of the candles and took a long draw before blowing the smoke up towards the rafters.  He offered it to Mandy who shook her head.  The bear shrugged and leaned back in the chair.

“This land...” He said.  “This land doesn't want to kill you.  It wants to push you.  It wants to ride you and chew you up.  It wants to kick you, claw you, and spit on you.  It wants to bloody your nose and knock out your teeth.  It wants to rub dirt in your wounds and rip out your fur.  Just when you think you have it figured out, it kicks you right in the bollocks.”

“Why?”  Mandy asked.

“To test you, of course.”  The bear told her.  “To see if you're worthy of it.”  

“And you are worthy?”  

The bear laughed.  “Not hardly!  I've been out here for going on fifteen years and it caught me with my pants down again.  Out of food, out of powder, and wandering around in a blizzard.”  He looked at her with an unsettling glint in his eye.  “Still, could have turned out worse.”

The tin cup started to steam on the stove.  An aroma began to fill the room.  Not entirely unpleasant.  Mandy started wishing it had smelled bad as the scent made her stomach grumble.  It reminded her how this fat intruder had eaten all their food.  Now he's sitting here and undressing her with his eyes.  The nerve!  

The bear butted out the cigarette on the hard packed dirt floor before standing up to check on the medicine.  He picked up the cup carefully.  It was hot, but not quite too hot to hold with his bare paws.  He swished around the bundle of sticks and herbs before pulling them out of the cup.  He shook it off a bit before setting it on the table to dry.  He sniffed the cup to test it.  Then took a sip and grimaced at the flavor before gulping down about half the concoction.

“It's a little weak,”  he admitted,  “but you're both very small.  This should be enough.”  He handed the cup to Mandy.

She looked at the stuff swirling in the cup.  It was a yellow tea with a lot of debris floating around in it.  It looked disgusting.  

“Don't do that thing where you spit it in his mouth.”  He advised her.  “Just dab some on your finger and give it to him that way.”

“How much do I give him?”  She wondered.

The bear shrugged.  “Six or seven dabs?”  He suggested.  “He won't like it but make sure he drinks it.”

“This will cure him?”  She asked.

“No, it'll just help his fever and let him rest.”  The bear admitted.  “Time will cure him.”  

Mandy dabbed a bit on her finger, tasting it herself before giving it to her brother.  It was horribly bitter.  It tasted like dirt and something fermented, but the bear drank some of the swill so she knew he wasn't feeding them poison.  

The bear had been right, Joshua didn't care for the medicine at all.  He spit and cried the entire time.  Eventually she got him to drink what she figured was at least seven dabs.  When she was done her brother did seem to be calming down.  His cough lessened and he started to doze in between the more sporadic fits.  

“The rest is for you.”  The bear told her.  “Drink it.”

Mandy wrinkled her nose as she took a sip from it.  Somehow the taste was even worse than the first try.

“Don't try to drink it slow.”  The bear advised.  “Pretend it's a slug of whiskey.”  

Mandy did as she was told, nearly gagging on the fierce concoction.  The bear watched her closely.  Making sure she didn't try some trick to avoid taking her medicine.  

“I've never actually had whiskey before.”  She admitted.

“I guess that means there no use in asking if you have any hidden around here.”  The bear said, disappointment evident in his voice.  “I certainly could have used a little.”  He stood up and started to undress.  Hanging every article of his heavy, damp clothing on whatever was available.  The smell of him filled the cabin quickly as he stripped down to his drawers, and Mandy wondered when the last time he had washed any of his clothes had been.  Her head started to swim and her nostrils felt hot.  The half naked giant walked by her and sat on the bed.  His movements appeared slow and surreal now.  The cabin seemed like it was changing in size.  Expanding and contracting like a breathing monster.  The little lynx teen put a paw on her forehead to try and steady it.

“Are you feeling it?”  The bear asked.  His voice sounded hollow and faraway.  

“I feel...”  She tried to stand up, but stumbled.  She reached out and the bear snagged her paw to steady her.  “I feel very tired.”  She said.  “What did you do to me?”

The bear pulled her toward him and she was in no condition to resist him.  “It's magic.”  He said with a smile.  He took the sleeping infant from her arms and set him onto the bed, making sure to crowd the blankets around the kit to keep him safe from rolling off.  The cub coughed and gave a half-hearted cry before falling asleep again.  “A handsome little bugger, isn't he?”

“He doesn't look like my father at all.”  Mandy managed to say through a drugged haze.

“But he looks like your mother, I'll wager.”  the bear said as he took the sling off the teen and started to unbutton her dress.  

“Yes.”

“It's good to have a way of remembering her.”  The stranger told her as he slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor.  “The people we love tend to slip from us as time goes on.  We don't want them to, but it happens anyway.”

Mandy started to weep as the bear began to unfasten her corset.  She didn't want this.  She wanted to be able to fight him, as useless as it probably was, but he had made sure she couldn't even do that.  The medicine made her limbs feel weak, it was a struggle to just stay standing.  She was helpless and completely at his mercy.  This wicked stranger who invited himself in and now was going to help himself to her virginity.  She had so much wanted to be pure for her wedding day.

“Now don't start with that.”  The bear said as he wiped a tear from her face.   Her corset came off without much of a struggle.  It had been her mother's so it was a bit big for her.  She had taken it in as best she could but it still didn't fit quite snug enough.  She hoped she would grow into it.  

The stranger hung her dress and corset on one of the rafters to keep them from getting dirty and wrinkled.  Mandy stood wobbly and cold in nothing but her bloomers.  She managed to cross her arms in front of her chest to hide her perky breasts.  She had been so happy when they came in the year before.  Now she was cursing them because she knew how much males fancied to touch them.

The bear returned to her and put the cub sling back on her.  He gently picked up Joshua and put him back into her arms.  “Keep him close and warm.”  The ursine told her.  Mandy looked at him, puzzled by this act.   Wouldn't this make it more difficult?  Not that she wanted it to be easy for him.

The bear helped her into the bed before crawling in with her.  It was a small bed and he was an enormous fur.  There was barely enough room for him alone, let alone the three of them, but somehow they managed.  He pulled her close to her and she could feel his thick, coarse fur against her soft pelt.  He pulled the blanket over all of them to trap their combined body heat.  The heavy smell of him made Mandy's head swim.  

For a while as they lay there Mandy's heart kept pounding in panic.  Something is going to happen.  He's going to do something to her.  He's going to hurt her.  He has an arm around her and she couldn't get away.  She was on her side and her tail was pinned against his belly.  Somewhere below she knew his penis was lurking.  The stranger was so huge!  What kind of monster was hiding in his drawers?  It would hurt.  She knew it would hurt her bad.  When he rubbed her shoulder her heart jump into her throat.

“You need to calm down, cub.”  The bear told her with a weary voice.  “You're keeping me up.”

“But I thought...”  She started but was afraid to finish.

“Maybe in the morning.”  The stranger told her.  “Right now I'm tired.”  He let out a deep sigh.

“What's your name, girl?”  He asked.

“Mandy.”  She told him.  After a moment it occurred to her that she wasn't being polite.  “What's your name, sir?”  She asked.

But the stranger had already fallen asleep.

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