"You do realize it's not really a vacation if we're just staying at a hotel in town for a couple days, right? None of this is really necessary, Daddy." Rain poured down onto the window of the steakhouse my daddy had brought me to for a late dinner, remnants of the storm that had knocked a tree over onto our house just this morning. Only our garage had been damaged, but daddy wanted us to clear out to the city until the repairs were done. He looked out at the rain for a moment before responding. “It’s necessary. I’ve been spending too much time working and not enough time with my beautiful little princess.” His rumbling bass voice carried a note in it that he reserved just for me. To everyone else, he was the kind of man you’d steer clear of, but with me it was always different. I let my paw rest on the back of his, leaning over the table. “Of course not, Daddy. I’m very glad you wanted to spend some special time with me.” I said, smiling up at him fondly. Daddy operated a construction firm, and not some small one either. He owned the kind that built skyscrapers. Owning the company came with perks, sure, like the ability to drop everything and go to a fancy hotel in the city, or a dinner date at one of the prime steakhouses in town as well… but I missed seeing my Daddy. He would have to leave, sometimes for weeks at a time, for big projects in other parts of the state. I may be an independent young girl, but that never excused me from wanting some one-on-one time with him. Our time together was interrupted cruelly, if briefly, by a poor, shivering server, walking like a condemned prisoner to the side of the table. A beaver gal, by the looks of it not older than twenty-two. Her barely restrained terror might have had something to do with the nine-foot-tall polar bear in an Bearmani suit staring down at her with a frown that could kill. Her mouth worked silently for a few moments until she found her voice. “G-Good evening, you two. My name is Amanda and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. C-Could I start you two off with something to drink?” My Daddy shifted in his seat, opening his mouth to speak only for me to interrupt him enthusiastically. “Father here will have a bottle of Brunnolese 1988, and I will just have ice water for now.” Daddy looked at me sharply as the beaver nodded. “Of course, I-I’ll be right back.” And with that, she fled, leaving me alone with my dinner date once more. He sighed audibly, following the server with his eyes as she ran off around the corner. “Was that really necessary, Princess? You don’t have to order for me like I’m some kind of cub. I was going to be gentle with her, I promise.” He said to me in an undertone, rubbing his paw along his hair softly. I rested my chin on the back of my hands, smiling up at him innocently. “You and I both know that you’re as gentle as a sledgehammer. Besides, I quite enjoy ordering for you” I teased, knowing how much it got to him… and how little he’d do about it! Me and my Daddy shared a special relationship where I knew I could get away with most anything I wanted, and he wouldn’t do much about it. Of course, I wouldn’t abuse that fact at all, I did truly care about my Daddy quite dearly, but it was still fun to mess with him here or there. I was the only one he had to take care of him anymore anyways. I honestly worried a bit about the big bear. He may be massive physically, but deep down I knew he was a softie… Not that he’d ever admit that of course! I took his paws in mine, but rather than looking into his eyes, I kept my focus on the window. “Isn’t the city beautiful like this? Through the rain, it looks like something out of a dream. We don’t live far from here, so why don’t we ever come here together? I feel like you’re here every other week, but I’ve never seen it.” I had been to the city on my own before, but he didn’t know about that and never would. “Well, you know the city can be dangerous, sweetie, and the last thing I would want is my little princess getting hurt. I’m not always going to be around to protect you, you know.” he said. His complaint was justified, but at the same time I wasn’t some kind of little cub - at least, not one young enough to be taken in by a stranger with a big lolly and a promise of more in his van. I just leant across the table to smooch his cheek. “I promise, daddy, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be by your side no matter what, so let’s just relax and enjoy dinner,” I whispered softly. As I sat back in my seat, the server returned with our drinks. Her hands shook under Daddy’s steely gaze as she poured two glasses of water and one of wine. I would perk right up to try and cut through the awkwardenss. “So, I actually think we’re both ready to order! Do you think we could go ahead and do that?” Daddy broke in brusquely before our server could answer. “Give me a tomahawk ribeye, rare. A porterhouse, rare as well. And two potatoes.” Daddy’s order was more of a command, the stentorian boom causing the beaver server to very nearly fumble the bottle of Brunnolese. “O-Of course, sir! Whatever you want! A-And for you, miss?” she quavered, turning to me. “I’ll just take two New York strips, please! With extra mashed potatoes,” I added with a warm smile. The way she could hardly control herself just made me want to cradle her head in my lap and tell her everything was going to be okay. Maybe she could even call me ‘mummah…’ I shook the fantasy out of my head. The beaver gal had gone without another word, leaving the open bottle on the table next to my papa's full glass. I shot him a rude glance. “You didn’t have to scare her like that. I thought the poor girl was going to collapse when you ordered like that. I really think I’d prefer if you would leave the talking to me, ” I hissed, crossing my arms while he fidgeted under my eye. He couldn’t really say anything to that, and I’d spoken my piece, so for an uncomfortable moment there was only the sound of unseen patrons elsewhere in the dining room and quiet jazz from a hidden speaker. Listening to it brought my father back to himself with a smile. “You know, I used to be a band cub back when I was your age, sweetie. Played the bari-sax, you know,” he said, hitting those “daddy” notes again. He was always so happy when he talked about his youth, and even though I had heard it all before, I was happy indulge his story while we waited for our food. I giggled and reached for my water. “Of course I know that, daddy! You’ve told me that like… a hundred times!” I said lovingly, gently patting his big paw with mine. He continued his reverie after a sip of wine. “Yeah, but did I ever tell you about the jazz band stuff I did? Did I ever tell you about the time we went to the state jazz festival for a competition? I got to get out of school for a whole week to go to the capital and perform. We did damn good too!” he proclaimed proudly, pouring himself some more wine. For once, he was telling a story I hadn’t heard before. “No, actually, and I’d love to hear all about it!” I said all bubbly, just leaning back in my seat to listen. It was always interesting to hear about him as a dorky little cub, contrasting with now, when most people couldn’t look him in the eye. “Heh, yeah, you probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but your old man was a total geek back then. I was the geekiest band cub there was, even though I was twice the size of anybody else. It was hard to find me an instrument that wouldn’t break when I held it.” He shook his head, probably remembering some clarinet or piccolo that met its demise in his paws. “Anyway, like I was saying, we were down in the state capital for days, really… taking in the sights, exploring the music convention that was going on, all that jazz…” He chuckled softly at his own pun. While he was lost in the past, I noticed the nervous waitress beaver gal approaching from around the corner along with some buff looking and sharply dressed tiger man holding two fancy plates. The beaver gal asked with her eyes if it was a good time to come over, and I replied in kind. Maybe, if I couldn’t get lucky with daddy tonight, I could come back for one or the other of them… I turned back to daddy, determined to keep him talking so he didn’t scare off the servers. “That must have been exciting! Did you see lots of other schools perform? Were there any better than yours?” “Oh yeah, probably a couple. The whole festival and convention lasted a week, you know? There were all kinds of bands from all over the state performing there, though we were mostly interested in the jazz, of course… Whole lotta stinkers, but there were a couple real stars among ‘em!” He trailed off, smiling vaguely out the window. The servers took advantage of daddy’s funk to present the food, setting down two plates in front of each of us. My mouth watered to look at our four steaks, each with a beautiful crust, but I wasn’t so starstruck as to not check mentally that everything had gotten there all right, before daddy could notice and start something worse. I looked up to thank the beaver gal who took our order, but she’d left almost as soon as she’d set the table, leaving the tiger boy to follow, confused, in her wake. My papa continued without missing a beat, cutting up his ribeye while he spoke. “Of course, it wasn’t really a super competitive competition in the end, it was more just a… friendly competition, I guess? If it was competitive though, we would have been one of the best for sure, though.” He filled his mouth with steak and continued, “I remember the band right before us had a trumpet player fall off the stage at the end, had our guys rollin’. Some poor dog fella, something about the stage lights just got to him, ya know? He was just fine after, I know ‘cuz I got to chat to him after. He took it gracefully at least.” As he spoke, I shoveled in bite after bite of my first steak, absolutely loving the flavor. Something about a big slab of meat in front of me always got something going inside me, I guess. Despite talking the entire time though, daddy was still ahead of me in the race somehow, polishing off the ribeye and his story while I was only half done with mine. He washed the steak down with most of his glass of wine and started in on his first potato. “-and then we finished the third song while he had his pants down! He was so embarrassed about it for the rest of the trip, but since the judges were floored by it, he was proud as hell about it too. Those were the days…” he said, leaning back, swallowing, refilling his glass. His plain joy was starting to infect me. I wished more people could see my papa like this instead of seeing just his scary and stern side. His smile would slowly fade, and he resumed eating in silence. It was never a good sign when he got that quiet. “Is everything okay, daddy?” I asked softly, setting down my utensils and wiping my mouth. He started, shaking his head. “Oh, yeah princess, I’m fine. Sorry…” He trailed off, poking dully at the last of his porterhouse. “I met your mother at that festival… She was from a different school that performed right after us. I still remember the first time I saw her… She was the most beautiful pianist in the world. We had just gotten all our stuff packed up and off the stage and we were about to leave when I saw her sit down by the side of the stage, not five feet from me… We looked at each other, and she smiled, like… I don’t know. Right then, I knew it was meant to be, princess…” he trailed off, closing his eyes. I gripped his paw tightly to comfort him. He rarely talked about Mother. “… After they finished performing, I managed to catch up to her and we got to talking. We connected so quickly… we were both polar bears, so that made it easy.” He smiled wistfully, eyes still shut. The beaver girl started to come back, but I waved her off so Daddy could have his moment. “We spent the rest of that trip spending as much time as we could together. We got into so much trouble… She was so strong, even back then. I bet she could have wrestled me to the ground if she wanted to…” His voice was getting a little bit slurred as he continued, and not just from the bottle of wine that now rested entirely in his belly. I started eating faster, anxious to get him back up to bed. “I remember this one day, we had gone to this local burger place on a date. We ordered so much, the mouse looked like she was about to have a heart attack, but we didn’t even notice; we were just so lost in each other. We chatted about everything from our favorite books and hobbies to our deepest fears and worries.” He would lament, still wistful as ever. I can’t say I was comfortable with the situation, daddy wasn’t exactly a drinker, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I stood up and came around to his side of the table to pull out his wallet and a couple bills from inside for a tip. I didn’t bother to count it out, I just left them on the table next to his plate. I coaxed him onto his feet, easier said than done for the big man. “Come on, daddy, let's get you back to bed…” I whispered, walking him out of the restaurant. As we went through the restaurant, I felt everyone’s eyes on the odd couple, but I didn’t care, I was only worried about getting my Papa to bed safely. Getting him through the door back to the hotel was the hardest part of the ordeal, but after we got out it was just a stone’s throw down the hallway to the elevator. Thankfully, nobody was there waiting, and we got into the first one. “We stayed in a nice hotel, just like this one, you know? We were on the same floor and everything. We even managed to have a few late-night rendezvous here and there.” He mumbled as we stepped into the elevator. I couldn’t believe my ears, was he admitting to fooling around with my mama when they were both just cubs? We made it back into our room without too much of an issue. It looked just like every other hotel room on earth, two beds, a nightstand in between with a lamp, a phone, and a branded notepad; a couch, a desk, a TV on a stand with drawers in it, only these drawers, and the closet, had our clothes in them already. I helped him over to his bed and poured him into it. He fell like timber and rolled over, one paw across his tummy and the other over his face. He was totally passed out. I got changed for bed and crawled in next to him. I was fighting to haul the blankets around his tonnage to cover me up when I noticed that he was quite excited despite all the drinking. This wasn’t the half-erection I’d see him cover up when I wore something provocative, or the morning wood he’d sport on his way to the shower, this was a full-on, ready-to-impregnate breeding pole. I bit my lip; this was my chance to get some action. My body would go on autopilot as I reached out to place my hand on it. I felt the heat of it, even through his pants, and right away I was as hungry to mate as he was. It wouldn’t be the first time I had gotten to feel that beautiful, strong thing… My birthday was the last time I managed to convince him of anything like that. I managed to get him into my bed for the night and we made love for hours. He was quite gentle the entire time though, barely sliding in and out of me. I had to take the initiative last time as well. I think it made him nervous. Maybe I reminded him of Mother, or maybe he was worried he’d hurt me. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass by, though. I got comfortable, tossing the blankets back and sitting up on my knees close to daddy. I unbuttoned his pants and slowly worked them slowly down his body. I cooed in his ear, “Let’s get these pants off, daddy, and let mummah take care of you.” He must have been at least semi-conscious, since he lifted his legs so I could slide his pants the rest of the way down. I rewarded his good behavior with a kiss on the neck towards his cheek while I tossed the pants to the floor. I wedged myself between his legs before he let them fall and curled up just looking at the prize bulging in his silk shorts. I stroked his sensitive bulge sensually and he let out a groan alongside some precum. It was incredible to think how absolutely hard daddy was in spite of the drink and the emotional memories, and I would have been a terrible daughter to let that go to waste, savoring the feel of every inch of his thick bear meat. “That’s right, just relax. Does it feel good, sweetie? Do you want more?” I purred. He stirred, murmuring an assent, and I giggled and went further, grabbing his waistband to slowly unwrap my perfect Christmas present. All too soon, his nine-inch, rock-hard black cock popped free of its shroud, making my arms look small by comparison. I nuzzled against daddy’s perfect dick. “Hello there~” I greeted it, shifting so there was no space for me except right against it. I had been patient, I had controlled myself, but now it was time for mummah to take her prize. I wrapped both paws around the tip of his monster and slowly pulled down, really feeling the inches he had to work with. His hips bucked in my grasp automatically, and I kissed his head, then took it in my mouth as I held on to the base. He groaned in pleasure, and I redoubled my efforts. I worked my lips down around him, taking more of his dick into my mouth and sucking, snaking my tongue underneath, tasting his sweat. I closed my eyes, feeling closer to my papa than ever. I always loved the feeling of intimacy we shared during times like these. I could have nursed on him like this all night, but I wanted more. I took a couple of shaky breaths through my nose before pulling my head back to his tip. My braid had fallen around my face, so I pushed it back, behind my back before sliding deeper than before on his shaft. I was sucking off my dad and it was every bit as magical as the first time. His voice came more strongly as I slid up and down along his cock. It was clear: he was going to pop soon and without warning, so I kept my throat relaxed for the delicious cream that was soon to coat it. I dragged my paw lazily around his base, letting his very heavy, full nuts rest in my palm before rolling and caressing them. He rarely got off, this much I knew. I had tried talking to him about it, but he would always change the subject. After tonight, there was no way I could let daddy go back to that, even if I had to join him in the shower to do it. As I was making my plans, papa suddenly burst, pumping shot after shot into my hungry maw. I almost choked, there was so much, and I coughed, sadly unable to swallow everything daddy wanted to give me. He said something I couldn’t hear while he was climaxing. I listened closer, and it came again - “Lisa.” God, what a lot of emotions hearing my mother’s name filled me with! He was probably reliving his cubby days in his mind when him and mother first met on that trip… I didn’t mind so much, just happy to help my papa relive a happy memory of my mama. Besides, we had plenty of time to fool around just the two of us anyways. He finished filling me up and his erection started to subside. I held on until he slid out and swallowed everything that wasn’t glazing my muzzle and chest. I gave daddy’s perfect cock one last kiss before tucking it sadly away again. I crawled out of bed, stretched my back, and pulled the blankets up over him, tucking him in with a suitably mummah-ish kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well, daddy. See you in the morning~” I whispered before stepping back towards the door. I had to go for a walk after all of that. I was satisfied and full though. Dinner was a bit tense, but dessert was just divine. I got dressed again, and tip-toed to the door, quietly locking it behind me as I made my way back out again. *end of part one.