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Specifically related to what parts you want to see illustrated. For more info, check out the journal.\n\nThis story is just one of several for a new series set in the world of Anima. More info about the bear culture in this story may be found [url=https://forum.after-dark.org/threads/introducing-the-world-of-anima.35/]HERE[/url]\n\n-MC\n\n---\n\nAs always, any support via https://subscribestar.adult/radix is appreciated! There are cool things like: unreleased illustrations from TheGiantHamster, colored images by myself, and unreleased stories! Every bit helps to support the Lion King PAD community and brings more creative Lion King work to the world. :)\n\nCome join us at PAD! Lion King lovers unite! (https://forum.after-dark.org/threads/element-chatrooms-room-list-and-connection-info.36/)\n\nLastly, you can find my projects in motion here:\nhttps://airtable.com/shrCdJe6vM8DTqBg9\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here is the draft for a new story from Radix, it's still rough, but he would like your input. Specifically related to what parts you want to see illustrated. For more info, check out the journal.

This story is just one of several for a new series set in the world of Anima. More info about the bear culture in this story may be found HERE

-MC

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As always, any support via https://subscribestar.adult/radix is appreciated! There are cool things like: unreleased illustrations from TheGiantHamster, colored images by myself, and unreleased stories! Every bit helps to support the Lion King PAD community and brings more creative Lion King work to the world. :)

Come join us at PAD! Lion King lovers unite! (https://forum.after-dark.org/threads/element-chatrooms-...)

Lastly, you can find my projects in motion here:
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", "writing": "1.0\n\n-------\n\n“hrrrAWRR!” The big bear roared, throwing his stack of firewood.\n\n“Hrrarr!!” Came a cute echo from beneath him as his daughter threw her two pieces.\n\n“Well thrown, Ana,” Sik congratulated the girl, wiping wooden detritus from his paws and squatting down to check the oven’s flame. He poked the logs about until they fell over each other to his satisfaction.\n\n“Is that enough for the night?” Ana asked from beside him, poking her head over his shoulder. “It doesn’t seem very bright.”\n\n“That’s because we have the door open,” Sik reminded her, poking the wood again. “The fire needs privacy to be comfortable, like a bear in a bath. When it is comfortable, it will flame. You’ll see! When I close the door, the flame will shine high.” Sik looked upwards, noting the pale glow five meters above him against the dark polar night. The clouds were thin. A storm was unlikely but, then again, that meant little against the capriciousness of weather at the Pole.\n\n“A bit more, I think” Sik said, closing the furnace door a bit and sitting in the snow with his back resting against the base of the tower. “Let’s let it rest, and we’ll add a bit more fuel. It will last the night. It would be best not to come out later. But we will, if we must. We must keep the beacon lit, so your mother can find her way home”\n\nThe reminder was unnecessary, of course. Ana had been helping her father light the beacon since she was a baby.\n\nThe young polar bear came and sat between his legs, resting against his stomach and they gazed out at the clear Polar night. Sik knew she would be orienting herself by the stars, the same as he was. The last traces of the sun were disappearing behind the mountains, and the temperature would drop again soon, but it was no matter. He was more concerned by the increase in the snowfall around them. Though the sky may be clear, “where there is falling snow there are storms”, as the old saying went.\n\nHis quiet musings on the weather were broken by Ana.\n\n“Daddy,” she said in the voice she used before saying something that was about to get her into trouble. She pushed up closer to him, looking up at him from below. “Will you tell me the story of Aapaga Nanuk again? I am cold.”\n\nSik’s heart skipped a few beats.\n\n“You haven’t told me it since last year.” Ana said, traces of real sadness in her voice. “It’s my favorite.”\n\n“You know your mother would not approve of me telling you such tales,” Sik chided, looking off in the same direction as his daughter, his heavy paw falling on her head.\n\n“She didn’t say you _mustn’t_ tell me,” Ana pointed out. “She said it was usually just for mommys and daddys, and I must be careful who I shared such stories with.” She said it matter-of-factly, quoting from memory. “She said when she’s on the Hunt, sometimes things are different. You need someone with you and I’m the only one. I know that. Aren’t you lonely, Daddy?”\n\n“Yes,” Sik answered in honesty. He put his paws to Ana’s cheeks, ruffling the fur. “I miss your mother a lot. I miss her whenever she is gone, but the long hunts are the hardest.”\n\n“For me too,” Ana agreed, nuzzling into her father’s paw.\n\n“It has been three weeks, though. It should be only one or two more, I would think. Four at the most.”\n\nThere was silence for a moment. Ana sniffed and wiped her muzzle, and Sik was glad for the moment to think. He had expected this, someday.\n\n\nAna had clearly gotten a heavily censored version of the lecture Tuva had delivered to him last year.\n\nWas she incensed? Yes, definitely. But he had to admit Ana was right. In the whole tirade, Tuva had never once told him he must keep himself from Ana.\n\nIndeed, it was more odd for a bear to not take a lover with their mate on the hunt. In the remote regions, such as theirs, it was not unheard of for fathers to bed their daughters.\n\nAna was yet years from risk of becoming with child, and perhaps four year years yet from finding a mate of her own.\n\nTuva’s fury was not that he had crossed a line with his then-seven-year-old daughter at all. It was that he had not spoken of it with her beforepaw, nor taken into consideration the value of their daughter’s virginity.\n\nHe was forced to admit he had acted recklessly. In truth, the thought of the monetary cost of slipping his fingers deep within their daughter had not occurred to him at all. Tuva was no virgin when they first mated, but he only realized in that moment the weight she had born for her decisions.\n\nIndeed, she had come to him with no bride price whatsoever. He had thought nothing of it. He expected nothing and Tuva hated her family anyway. But since he had grown older he had learned the common bride price of a virgin bear in other parts of the world—more than a full year’s hunting—and his actions had forever denied that to his daughter. It was not a matter of money or food. Tuva could provide the food, he the money. No, it was his thoughtlessness. That his act of lust had cost their daughter so much while she was too young to know what had been taken from her.\n\nThat they should mate? That was nothing to Tuva. She herself had started mating as a child, though not with adults. But she knew her presence on The Hunt was hard for her husband, and Ana was the only female within miles. Should he wander off to the nearest village to sleep with some whore? What of Ana? No, the risk was too great, the reward too small.\n\nShe had made herself clear, but the damage was already done. His recompense would be in gathering his own daughter’s bride price to provide as a dowry when she found her mate. But Tuva had never said he had acted badly in with the cub, or that he must stop. Quite the opposite. She clearly said he could fuck who he wished when she was gone. She said he choice of Ana was wise so that he could keep her close and safe, which must be his priority above all. She bemoaned that he hadn’t chosen any of the vast array of other options for sating his lust. “It would have been better if you just fucked her ass!” She had said. But no, her virginity was gone and he hadn’t even mated with her properly, Tuva insisted. In her anger she had told him he should fuck Ana’s cunt next time, to collect on his foolish investment.\n\nSik had pointed out he felt like he was receiving very mixed signals.\n\nTuva had pointed out that she was “more than capable of smacking a whale-load of clarity into his skull”, upon which Sik made the wise decision to keep the rest of his thoughts to himself.\n\nBut the fact remained: he would often be at home alone with Ana, and Tuva would be away. So he had always known that the issue would arise again.\n\nThere was no way around it. Tuva was a great huntress. The greatest Sik or any bear of his tribe had ever met. Though he considered himself a fine hunter in his prime, it would be foolish for their family to not allow her into the field. If he even could! In truth, Tuva was more than his equal. They had only argued on the matter once, when she was heavy with Ana, and she had agreed to skip one hunt until their cub was delivered but no more. Tuva had been born for one thing, as she said, and no one would take The Hunt from her.\n\nSince she made that declaration with Sik pushed to the wall of their cabin, her claws through his shirt, he took her quite seriously.\n\nCertainly the elder hunters found it a bit strange, but their tribe was used to Tuva and most of the hunters had known her since she was a cub. To them it was no mystery at all. Tuva had always been Tuva. Sik remaining behind with their cub was not traditional, but who would dare tell Tuva no?\n\nSik sighed, and Ana turned around, sitting cross-legged before him. She looked so much like her mother, her face passive but ready. Her little scowl said “I will stop this discussion before it even starts, so just agree with me now!”\n\n“Ana…”\n\n“I’ve practiced”, the girl said, her voice soft.\n\nSik nearly choked on his own breath.\n\n“You’ve…. You’ve what now?”\n\n“I made a toy! From walrus tusk.” Ana announced. The grin on her face said _I’ve already won and you know it._ “I practiced with it. Mom showed me how.”\n\nSik’s eyes widened. He spluttered a nonsensical answer, trying to wrap his brain around what his daughter was saying. Ana just laughed at him. His eight year old daughter had him right where she wanted him, and she was enjoying it.\n\n“She said I shouldn’t tell you about it until I was absolutely sure I wanted you to mate with me. And she said the finger stuff we had done didn't count. We practiced when you went on your journeys to the village. Every night you were gone, honestly. I even put my paw inside mommy….” The girl nuzzled closer, all innocence gone from her stature now. She was coming on to him, and there was no mistaking it. Her nose nuzzled over his cheek.\n\n“Momma said you’d like it when I told you about it. She was right.” The girl’s paws slid down the front of her father’s overcoat, and he gasped when she found his bulge, so hard she could feel it easily through his suit. “At first she didn’t want to do that. She just taught me to touch myself. But then she wanted to do more. She put the toy in me. Then she started liking doing it more rough, especially when she found out I liked it that way.” The girl’s paw started moving now. Tracing the shape of her father’s cock through the layers of fabric that made up his snowsuit. “She put it in me so deep I roared and she said I was a good little bitch. Then she started wanting me to do stuff too. I liked it. I’ve tasted mommy’s cunny, Daddy,” the girl cooed. “And now I want you. I know I do. I don’t want you to be lonely, and I don’t want to be lonely….” Ana giggled and gave her befuddled father a hug. “She said you might not believe me. She said you’d be nervous. So she told me something to say to you: ‘Two can recoup faster than one.’ Does that help, Daddy?”\n\nSik closed his eyes tight. There was no way Ana would have come up with such a story herself. So all this time, Tuva had been helping herself to the cub as well! He shook his head, finding himself laughing aloud, a deep belly laugh. Ana joined in, unsure what they were laughing about, but enjoying seeing her father’s mirth.\n\n“That woman,” he finally managed, laying his head back against the rough stone of the beacon furnace. “Unbelievable.”\n\n“Alright, come here, you,” Sik reached for his daughter, but she jumped back.\n\n“No! You gotta tell the story dad!”\n\n“You know the story!” Sik laughed.\n\n“But it’s my favorite,” Ana put on a pout. “I like how you tell it. It makes me… you know. Happy. All over.”\n\nHer little face was enough to melt his heart right through the flurries coming down around them. The big bear grinned and beckoned his daughter closer.\n\n“Forgive the impatience of an old bear to be so close to such beauty,” he said, wrapping arms around Ana. They touched their noses together and nuzzled in a slow kiss.\n\nThen their lips touched, and before Sik could think his tongue was within Ana’s small muzzle. They kissed in the forbidden way, mouths together like lovers. Like mates, with nothing but the falling snow to hide their indecency.\n\n“I want to be in the story with you again,” Ana smiled, a little shyly as she took a few steps back. “Here.”\n\n“It is cold, daughter,” Sik reminded, unnecessarily. He looked into the coming storm, gauging its strength. He had seen worse, but it was enough to merit caution. But they were not caught out. They had a fire, and the cabin was not too far to manage. And they were Bears, after all, born and raised to the cold.\n\n“Cold is part of the story,” Ana reminded him. She reached up, taking her hat off. She giggled and brushed some snow from her snout. Then came her outersuit. Button by button. Sik made no move to stop her, as she unbuttoned it to her navel and stepped out of the full-body coat leg by leg and placed the fluffy coat on the stack of wood next to her.\n\nSik thought his heart might hammer through his ribcage. It was certainly making the attempting.\n\n“Very well.” Sik licked his lips and began.\n\n“In the beginning, there was only the spirit of Aapaga Nanuk in the North. He watched over these lands from the very beginning of time. But after many many years he grew very lonely. So one day, he breathed upon the ice and melted the snow into the soil and made a creature that looked just as he imagined himself. He made every detail, until it was perfect. then, with a kiss of his nose, he brought the first Bear to life.\n\nShe made his heart so happy when she smiled up at him for the first time. But Aapaga Nanuk saw her shiver, then, and put her paws around herself. You see, Aapaga Nanuk never feels the cold, but his creation, made out of the stuff of the Earth, felt something he himself could not. She sat before him, without even fur to cover her, black as the soil she was made from.\n\nShe made his heart so happy when she smiled up at him for the first time. But Aapaga Nanuk saw her shiver, then, and put her paws around herself. You see, Aapaga Nanuk never feels the cold, but his creation, made out of the stuff of the Earth, felt something he himself could not. She sat before him, without even fur to cover her, black as the soil she was made from.\n\n‘I am cold, Papa,’ said the First Bear. Aapaga Nanuk’s heart broke for his creation, for he could see she was not comfortable, but he did not know what to do. He knew little of cold, for there were few creatures in the world in those days. But he set in his heart that he would do what was right to care for his beloved First Bear.\n\n‘Do not fret, dearest child,’ he comforted her. ‘I did not bring you to this world to be in pain. I promise you warmth.’”\n\n\nSik paused as Ana slowly removed her inner coat as he told the story. It was easier to remove that the outer layer, held by a long sash wrapped around her body. She undid the knot with the practiced ease of one born to the North. Sik’s fur stood on end as she removed it as well. Slipping it off like a maiden trained for pleasure.\n\nFor the Bears, one might never see even a close friend without their inner coat. Even indoors it was often too cold not to wear one in comfort.\n\nAna gave a giggle that said she understood what her father’s long gaze meant, and she turned, reaching down to undo the straps of her boots. Pulling them off one after the other. She stood bare-pawed in the snow and quickly pulled her trousers down. Sik found his heart beating fast as she revealed her small tail at last, showing from a slit in the fabric of her skinsuit. She placed her trousers with the rest, standing “naked” by bear reckoning before her father amidst the whirling snow.\n\n“I am cold, Papa,” she said, mirroring the story, yet somehow making the words burn with heat.\n\nAna wiggled her tail like a grown harlot, and Sik knew he couldn’t stand much more, so he continued quickly, needing to distract himself from his daughter’s teasing.\n\n“Aapaga Nanuk looked and saw that the winds blew against her skin, so he burrowed the snow aside…”\n\nSik reached down and began bodily shoving snow to the side. He pushed up walls on all sides, slowing forming a small depression in the snowfield. The walls rose up almost as tall as Ana, and she giggled, watching her father move huge armfuls of snow with practiced ease.\n\n“He made a space so the winds could not reach his beloved…”\n\n“Snow fort!” She exclaimed happily. She walked up and gave Sik a big hug. For a moment he could have forgotten she was anything but his cute little girl, until she nuzzled her nose against his snowsuit along his groin, looking up at him with clear dark eyes.\n\n“No one could see anything we do now, huh?” She winked upwards. ‘I was naked when you told me this story the first time, Daddy. I had just had my bath, remember?”\n\n“I have not been able to give you a bath since without remembering,” Sik said with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall of the snow bank he had made. It did break the wind a little.\n\n\nAna smiled and stepped back. She reached up and undid the first button of her skinsuit with a “pop”. The skinsuit, the last line of warmth for most Bears, was rarely removed except to bathe once every few weeks. Even when mating grown bears rarely fully removed their clothing. Even though modern advancement had largely removed the true danger of the cold, nakedness was simply too taboo. The history of a time when being caught unprepared meant death loomed large in the North.\n\nWith a growl, Sik began undoing his own outersuit to the thigh, yanking it to the side and downwards enough to get access to the buttons of his own trousers. He practically tore them from the cloth in his urgency, and Ana turned to watch, eyes riveted as he pulled his pants down within his suit. His bulge was immediately visible through his skinsuit. Sik grabbed his suit, unbuttoning by his groin. Ana undid another button. So did he. A third button midway down her chest, and she stopped, watching him reciprocate. Sik stared back, eyes glued on the exposed fur of her chest.\n\nThe girl turned, hiding her front as if from modesty, but leaning forward so her tail stuck out even more. He could hear the pops of her undoing the firm fastenings of her suit.\n\nThe cub was clearly cold, her teeth gritting together in determination, but she looked over her shoulder, her suit suddenly drooping from one shoulder, exposed to the open air.\n\n“What else did Aapaga Nanuk do?” she prompted,\n\n“Aapaga Nanuk looked,” Sik continued, “and he saw that the snow sat on her skin, and she still shivered. So, he blew his breath upon her, and she smiled at him for she felt the warmth.”\n\nAna turned and Sik sucked in a breath. She held her eyes low, her long underwear pulled to the side, exposing her chest all the way down beneath her little furry belly button. Unbuttoned all the way down to just above where her legs met her body. Barely hiding the last of her modesty. He was quite certain she was naked under her skinsuit. If she were wearing smallclothes, they would be visible.\n\nSik leaned forward and blew softly on his daughter’s ears, and she laughed, twitching the round tufts happily. He blew on her nose. Down her cheeks. He sat slowly, leaning back against the snowbank and letting Ana come closer between his legs, putting his arms around her softly and blowing down her chest and belly. Finally blowing along her half-concealed mound. He could barely think.\n\n“Then Aapaga Nanuk realized he carried the warmth she needed himself…” he spoke the words from rote, surprised he could speak.\n\nAna’s small fingers brushed his cheek.\n\n“Daddy… are you going to move your smallclothes for me?”\n\nSik stared, knowing this may well be the point of no return. But no, that was long past, a voice in his mind told him. Long, long gone.\n\nAna watched as he grabbed his underclothes and tugged them down beneath his suit, freeing his cock to the cold air. He could count on one paw the number of times he had done this, all of them with Tuva. Many bears would not claim to have ever been naked outside at all. There was no pride in it to claim: it was foolishness.\n\nBut here he was, and as his eight year old daughter watched he pulled his full hardness out of his clothing. Pawing his long, black cock while she watched.\n\n“I like it when you do that,” she murmured, guiding her suit from her other shoulder. “Did I make it hard like that Daddy?” she cooed, working her arms out of the suit.\n\n“Yes daughter,” Sik answered, watching as one arm after the other fell limp to her side. He was so hard his cock felt like steel in his paw, hot as fire in the icy air. Her skinsuit hung at her sides, only her lower half covered.\n\n“Aapaga Nanuk couldn’t blow his warmth forever, though,” Ana said, continuing the story as her father watched her, mesmerized. “So, he pulled himself together and made himself into the first Bear!” Ana grinned, enjoying the visual. Putting her father in Aapaga Nanuk’s place. Imagining him appearing as an erect, virile male like her daddy.\n\n“And she hugged him. And she was warm.”\n\nAna stepped forward, hugging her daddy around his body while he pawed. Nuzzling into his neck. Then he gasped as her little paws joined his own in exploring along his shaft. Stroking him in little, eager motions.\n\nHe could only watch and tense as the little girl got on her knees and, without an ounce of hesitation, wrapped her little muzzle around his shaft.\n\n“Oh Spirits,” Sik exclaimed, letting his paws fall aside. “Where in the Lights did you learn this?”\n\nAna grinned. “I told ya mom taught me stuff.” She licked her lips, “She said ya’d like it, an’ I thought I’d like it too… But the real thing is even better!”\n\nSik’s claws grasped his pants, holding them tight as his daughter suckled him. He almost laughed at the irony. Tuva had not tasted his maleness in many seasons. Apparently she’d found her own replacement in Ana!\n\n“So warm…” Ana moaned, enraptured in the experience even with her body naked to the cold.\n\n“‘You are the most beautiful thing these lands have seen since the rise of the mountains,’” Sik quoted the next lines of the tale, stroking down Ana’s head and back. “And he… he….”\n\nIt was gone. Sik lost the story, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking into Ana’s small muzzle. Forgetting her age, his pleasure overwhelming him.\n\n“Are you going to give it to me?” Ana gasped, looking up for a moment. Making space for a brief touch of cold that shocked Sik back to reality. “He gave her the heat-that-does-not-go-out,” Ana put her muzzle back to his cock. Nuzzling it and letting her father’s paw grasp the back of her head. “Will you going to give it to me, Papa? I can feel your heat now, under my tail, already. I am lit, like the beacon.” She looked up to him, her little paws stroking his member firmly. “Do you want to give me the spark in my muzzle, Daddy?”\n\n“Yes,” Sik answered, before he could think. He needed it.\n\nSik’s paw pushed Ana to his cock again and she moaned on his shaft, suckling as she had been taught. So warm and skilled for such a young cub.\n\n“Oh, Lights, yes child… Yes! Daddy is going to give you your spark! I will light your fire, and give you—oh!—my warmth!”\n\nSik held Ana’s head with both paws and gasped a roar into the air as he came for his cub. He held her in place from the moment of no return, knowing he was about to spray his seed into his eight year old cub’s muzzle, and reveling in it. His seed sprayed hard and fast, but Ana swallowed quickly, lapping at his cock desperately. Seeking and swallowing every drop.\n\nSik’s paw rested long on the back of Ana’s head. He drifted away in the bliss of her little muzzle working on his shaft, even long after he had spent himself. Her tongue explored and prodded, soft paws still stroking his shaft into her muzzle.\n\nWhen he could finally take it no more, he removed his paw from the cub’s head, and she looked up at him with big, bright eyes. She opened her muzzle and breathed out hard, as she pulled her muzzle away from Sik’s shaft, keeping her saliva from instantly freezing. With practiced ease, despite his shaking paws, Sik quickly wrapped his shaft back in his skinsuit, where the moisture would be quickly absorbed.\n\nSik pulled Ana to himself, squeezing her in his arms, until she giggled and squirmed a bit.\n\n“Your spark tastes yummy, Daddy,” she giggled, licking her lips against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest. His cock twitched at that, and he ran his paws down Ana’s back, recalling suddenly that she was nearly naked.\n\n“Has it lit you, my little bear?” he said. His paw slid lower, finding the small of her back above her tail nub. Spirits, he could feel it, exposed against his paw. His fingers slid against her, brushing against the inside of her skinsuit, exploring the exposed top of her tiny bottom.\n\nHe could remember saying those exact words to Tuva, once. Ana sounded so much like her mother when she giggled and said “It has, Papa Bear.”\n\nShe wiggled against his paws, and he let himself explore more. He wasn’t sure why he felt so hesitant. Some combination of the taboo of being outdoors, or perhaps filial sentiment? She had just made him cum in her muzzle, was exploring her nakidity really much different?\n\nAna’s claws slid against his jacket, and she spread her legs around his body, leaving herself suspended in his grasp.\n\n“Under my tail, Papa,” she moaned.\n\nSik licked his lips, still fighting his nerves. He looked into the snowy sky. At the beacon shining high above, waiting to call Tuva home.\n\n_”Two can reclaim faster than one.”_\n\nSik pushed his daughter’s skinsuit down, the action making his fur raise. He had done the action many times, when she was younger, of course. But now… The taboo of removing another’s skinsuit was so strong. Still, he pushed his paw farther within it, peeling the strong fabric down, his fingers exploring over the soft curve of her rump.\n\nHe grasped her back tight, took a deep breath, and allowed himself to close the distance between himself and his desires. Ana made a small sound like a whine, and he realized how tightly he held her. But the look on her face was not one of discomfort. Her eyes were closed, muzzle open just the tiniest bit.\n\nThe warmth. The heat. _Her_ heat. Sik found himself shivering in his fur, but not from the cold. Two fingers rested directly under her tail, resting against her little cub tailhole. It was so warm. So soft. He began rubbing a small circle. Exploring her body. Feeling the dip of her hole under his fingers, tempting him to push against it in passing. His large fingers spread her butt beneath her suit in their exploration. She wiggled against him, and he dared to slip more of his paw into her suit. He had wanted this for so long…\n\n“Push, Daddy,” Ana murmured. “T’at feels good….”\n\nSik hesitated, but only for a second, his resistance weakening. He found her little hole again easily, the heat radiating against his fingertips, and he pushed, feeling her body give way for him. She mewled, but didn’t cry out as he might have expected. She grasped his jacked tight, and he could have sworn she pushed back against him. He pushed again, a little harder, feeling his finger slip ever so slightly into her, the heat increasing.\n\n“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “I trained for you there,” she cooed, “and it feels so good!”\n\nSik found himself growling deep in his chest, wriggling his finger and feeling it pushing into his daughter. A little deeper now, exploring to the knuckle as she grasped at him and let him explore as he would. He pulled his finger back, and slid further downwards, fearlessly now. What more was there to fear?\n\nAna gasped as his finger found its way between her heated pussy lips. Sliding along her young opening.\n\n“And here?” Sik growled. “Did Tuva train you here?”\n\n“Yes, Daddy,” Ana whimpered, her eyes closed as he rubbed at her bare pussy. She looked up after a moment. “She said I’m not ready yet, though. Not there. She can’t get enough inside, yet. Just small toys.” Sik realized the expression on her face was regret, but she snuggled in against him more, holding his gaze. “But I think she’s wrong,” she asserted confidently. So like Tuva. Her eyes hooded, and she pushed against his paw. He let himself slide over her slit, the tip of his finger testing her entrance.\n\n“You can have me there too, Daddy,” she murmured, eyes almost closed. “I want more than your fingers, this time. I’ve thought about it all since last year.”\n\nHe pushed gently, testing her tightness around his finger. This was how it had all began. But if Tuva said she wasn’t ready, Tuva was right, no matter Ana’s thoughts on the matter.\n\nHe slid his paw back, tracing a line from her puss to her tailhole again. Teasing his finger back inside of it as she squirmed in his arms.\n\nHe lets his other finger come to rest by the first. “Can you take two fingers, little one?” he rumbled, rubbing the second finger through the cleft of her rump by the first. Sik suddenly realized he was very, very, hard again.\n\n“Yes,” Ana answered simply. Sik held her tight and pushed the second finger alongside the first. He felt his daughter shudder as he stretched her open, burying another knuckle with the first in her heat. He used the paw to push her closer to him, feeling her crotch grind on his hardness, only their skinsuits between them.\n\n“Three?”\n\n“Yes!” Ana exclaimed.\n\nThis time she cried out as he pushed yet another finger into her. She felt so stretched around his fingers, but she didn’t ask him to stop. He could feel her ass clenching around the three fingers inside her. She made a soft, keening whine on his shoulder, and then did her best to wiggle her butt against him once more.\n\n“My, my… She _did_ train you,” Sik marveled. Ana was taking deep breaths. He could feel the warmth, billowing a cloud of steam across his neck. She made a mewling sound, and he looked down to see her biting into a fold of his jacket. He wiggled his fingers within her, and her reaction told him everything he needed to know. She _liked_ this. He watched her reaction for a moment longer, until she opened her eyes, looking up at him with her muzzle open as if searching for her breath.\n\nIt took her a few moments, but when she managed to speak, he could barely believe it: “Deeper, Daddy”, she moaned. “More. Fill me.”\n\nSik hesitated, but Ana’s eyes fixed resolutely on his. He repositioned his paw, hearing her groan as the fingers inside her shifted around.\n\n“Ungh…. Please, Daddy!” she insisted. Something in Sik reminded him he shouldn’t be taking orders from his eight year old daughter, but he quickly tuned that voice out. Another voice spoke, but he didn’t take note of what it had to say. He just obeyed. He just pushed.\n\nAna cried out again, and he held her tight as she clutched against his coat, her squirms making him drip on the inside of his skinsuit. Ana caught her breath and let out another keening wail between a growl and a whine, clenching hard on the fingers in her ass, all three now buried past the second knuckle. She squirmed and moaned, a passionate sound he would never have imagined from his girl. Her grip clenched and unclenched on his jacket in time with her ass on his fingers. She sounded…\n\n“Did you just cum?” Sik asked in astonishment, forgetting his words.\n\n“Yes…..” Ana answered back, though, the word fading to a sibilant hiss. “I-I think so. S-sometimes… sometimes it just feels… Feels really good!” she moaned. “I like it… like it hard like that… Oohhhhh. I feel so warm.”\n\n“Me too,” Sik said, only realizing afterwards how true it was. This was how an Arctic Bear should feel, some deep instinct told him. Warm—heated—despite snow, ice, or storm.\n\nSik slowly slid his fingers from Ana, who made small sounds as they slipped free.\n\n“You have to tell the rest of the story,” Ana said. The beacon above reflected in her eyes. He could see his spark within her. She was lit, indeed, and so was he.\n\nSik rose to his knees, carrying Ana with him in one paw. He set her down in the middle of the small hollow he had created in the snow. He nuzzled her nose in a kiss that quickly turned into a mouthkiss. His paws slid over her fur, from her chest to her hips, feeling where the skinsuit rested.\n\nHe knew what she was asking, as did she. From here, the story became reality, and he was ready for it.\n\n“Then Aapaga Nanuk felt the heat of the First Bear ignited against him and, as a bear, he knew warmth for the first time,” Sik said softly. He turned Ana, who cooed as her back pressed against his suit. He undid the latches across his chest, letting his skinsuit hang open, and he held his daughter against his bare fur. She gasped as his heat—the heat trapped so well by the suit moments ago—escaped. Some into the frigid air, some into her own fur, sharing their heat in a way sacred among Bears.\n\nSik pulled his smallclothes aside once more, and Ana nuzzled back against him as she felt his hardness press against her back. She trilled, such a soft sound that he felt it as much as heard it.\n\n“Keep going,” Ana cooed. “I’m ready.”\n\nSik took a deep breath, stroking himself as he watched his daughter kneel in the snow and lean forward onto her paws. She lifted her rump, bare ass and cunny exposed into the chill night. He felt as hard as he ever had in his life.\n\n“Aapaga Nanuk took the First Bear into his arms,” Sik said, his voice deep and hungry. The big bear grabbed Ana under her waist, pulling her back towards him a little in the snow. He leaned over her like a feral, his hard cock pressing into the softness of her rump.\n\n“D-daddy… are you going to mount me? Just like Aapaga Nanuk and the First Bear?” Ana breathed, looking over her shoulder at him from the snow.\n\n“Yes,” Sik grunted, stroking himself behind his daughter, not bothering to comfort her or disguise his intentions. He wanted her. He would take her. “Well. Almost like Aapaga Nanuk,” he growled. The big polar bear gave himself a few more strokes for good measure and then positioned himself behind the cub, pushing his wet cockhead to her small, pink asshole.\n\n“The great Aapaga Nanuck, the creator of the First Bear, and himself the Second Bear, took his swain beneath him.”\n\n“Oh, Daddy,” Ana groaned, pushing back on his cock. Grinding on it. The bear breathed a plume of steam as her small ass caught on his cock, the small pucker giving way ever so slightly.\n\n“He mounted her,” Sik continued, reciting the story word for word. No holding back. No censorship.\n\n“Oh!” Ana gasped into the nighttime as he pushed, spearing the tip of his cock into her. Stretched as she had been, it wasn’t nearly as hard as he might have thought, but oh the heat… He grit his teeth, his cock jumping in response to the sudden fiery warmth of her body around him. If he hadn’t come just minutes ago, he knew he would have lost control utterly in that moment.\n\n“You’re inside me…” Ana moaned, her front leaning down into the snow. Giving her rump to him. A clear Bear gesture: do with me as you please. Was it instinct, or something Tuva taught her?\n\n“Aapaga Nanuck, his fur white as First Snow, took the First Bear beneath him. Black and naked, and she cried his name as their flesh became one.”\n\n“Daddy!” Ana called out as Sik pushed deeper inside of her. Spreading her around him, bit by bit. “Aapaga Sik,” the girl looked over her shoulder, her breath flowing in eddies of crystalizing vapor. He lowered his head, touching his nose to hers. She nuzzled him back.\n\n“Will you give me your heat?” she called him as a lover, and he answered as one, wrapping her body with his own and pushing himself within her. She was tight, but his fingers had prepared her well.\n\n“I will give you my all,” Sik responded in a gasp. The next words of the story, his real feelings, his everything. His hips ground to hers. She shrieked in a rasped roar as he thrust deep into her, but still she pressed back against him.\n\n“You will never be cold again,” he quoted, putting an arm around her midsection. Cuddling her into his belly fur. She trilled against him, looking out beyond his bulk to the falling snow, as if it were another world. For these moments, at least, she existed in a world of warmth, pure as love.\n\nHe held her close, rocking against her body. Feeling it tug and pull against his every motion. Ana leaned forwards and backwards, testing the feel of having her father so deep inside of her. Touching places in her body that had never been explored, and igniting sensations she had never imagined.\n\nSik pulled back just a little farther, listening to Ana release a long breath, only to cry out again when he thrust into her again. He thrust again. And again. Her cries drifted out of sync with his thrusts. Coming in her own time. Sik smiled, despite himself, listening to his cub’s noises. She wasn’t in pain; she was in pleasure.\n\nAnd so was he. The big bear felt like every muscle in his body was tensing and releasing outside of his control. Flashes of desire and muddled sensations of lust arced through him like electricity. He thrust a little harder and Ana’s paw found his arm, grasping into the fur. “Like that, Daddy,” she groaned. “I… I think I’m gonna cum again if you do that!”\n\nSik dug his long claws into the icy earth, bracing and hunching over his daughter. He gasped and felt himself bottom out into Ana. His sheath touched her asshole, his balls swung forward against her young pussy, and his cock rested as deep into her body as it could go. He felt her clawing at his arms and pulled back, pushing fully into her body once more.\n\n“A-Aapaga Nanuck knew he could give his creation everything she needed, then,” Sik groaned. He was so close… The words were delaying the inevitable, and seemed to only excite Ana more. She wiggled her little bear bum on his crotch, her whimpers reaching a crescendo. Sik leaned down a little, nestling her into his fur, and put one paw on her bare chest, holding her to him. She bit his finger as she rocked against him. “He covered her with his full glory, white as pure snow. The heat between them made the sun itself blush with envy, and none could have seen where one bear ended and the next began.”\n\n“D…. Da….” Ana groaned through her teeth. Sik couldn’t respond. His breath caught in his throat. He could _feel_ his balls jumping against his daughter’s ass as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He pulled back. Thrust. Waited for the prick of Ana’s bite on his fingers, and repeated. A machine, whose yield was the inevitable. He had only to reach the end.\n\n“Will you take me with you, forever, Little Bear?” A common phrase among the Bears, taken from the very story he was telling: now given so much more meaning. He almost whimpered at the pain of his restraint.\n\n“Yes…” Ana gasped beneath him. “Always. Always, Papa! Give me your heat always… Ahhhhhhh!!!”\n\nHer little teeth sunk into his hand, hard enough to hurt. She grasped his arm so hard her claws bruised him as she pressed his skinsuit into his flesh. It felt like the stars themselves—the universe, the spirits, and all over which they presided—had whispered in his ear, “It is time.”\n\nThe big bear bellowed to the winds, joining his daughter in pleasure. His claws dug divots in the cold earth as he pulled her to him and released his heat into her. He could feel her clenching against him. Tightening and tugging on his member. It felt like her body was drawing him in, and he shuddered, hunching hard against her soft butt with each shared spasm between them. He held nothing back, grasping her as a mate and emptying himself as if it were his last dalliance on earth.\n\nIn time, the night regained its stillness. The sound of their roars echoed to nothing and was replaced with a carol of breath, balanced against a counterpoint of the sounds lovers make when they pass beyond awareness. Sik held Ana in a long embrace, feeling her come to rest against him while he expended the last of his load. Snow tickled his nose, and a gust of frigid air broke against his bare fur. His only reaction was to lean his head down to nuzzle the top of Ana’s head.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“The heat between them melted away all the difference between Bear and Spirit, and when the First Bear opened her eyes, she saw her black flesh covered with the fur of Aapaga Nanuck.” Sik’s lifted himself a little, his paws sliding down Ana’s bare back. Sitting up enough to see her stretched around him. He ran his hands across her rump, watching the fur ripple. He could imagine the First Bear’s fur in her: soft, unspoiled, and innocent. Sort of. “He had departed his mortal form, never to return, but he left her his coat as a gift. He would be with her always and, when she later bore Aapaga Nanuck’s cub, he was as white as his father, and so were all the Arctic Bears who came after. Aapaga Nanuck was with her always, with us always. And we are warm.”\n\nSik hugged his daughter tight as he finished the story, and she made a small sound of pleasure, wrapping her little arms around one of his and hugging him back.\n\n“Thank you, Da,” she said. “I love that story.”\n\n“Me too,” Sik agreed.\n\n\n\n\nAnother burst of wind brought Sik back to the present. The weather was shifting. He squeezed Ana again and she squeezed him back.\n\n“So, uh…. How do we get unstuck?” she giggled, looking behind her as best she could.\n\nIt would indeed be a tricky operation.\n\n“We’ll have to be fast, okay?” Ana nodded and Sik looked around, but they didn’t have much to work with besides their own clothing, now partially snowed over and cold. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to pull you off really fast and lift you into the air, okay? When I do, I want you to push Daddy’s stuff out as much as you can, then we’re gonna get you into your suit on lickity-split. Understand?”\n\n“Uhhhhh… I think?” Ana giggled. Sik laughed with her. He had to admit, trying to imagine the situation was difficult.\n\n“Alright… 1…. 2…. 3!”\n\nSik braced himself and, with a flex of his left arm, lifted Ana with his arm behind her knees, keeping her butt in the air as he raised her off of his cock. She squealed. He wasn’t sure whether it was from the discomfort of him pulling out, the discomfort of his seed rushing from her ass, or the discomfort as some of the liquids in her fur froze near-instantly. He grunted as he experienced his own wave of freezing, but quickly tucked his hardness into his suit and tightened it above his waist. The liquid would be a bit uncomfortable in the suit, but he wouldn’t be in danger of it freezing any more.\n\n“Ugh, this is icky!” Ana complained, with a grunt, his cum spurting from her butt into the snow. Sik chuckled a response, quickly grabbing a pawfull of snow and shoving it between Ana’s legs. She wiggled as he wiped her clean as best as he could before lowering her into his lap and pulling her suit up. She shivered, but let him tighten the suit back to her neck.\n\n“You are… very definitely going to need to clean your suit after this,” Sik chuckled, kissing the top of Ana’s head.\n\n“Yeah. I’m leaking, like a boat!” Ana giggled, wriggling against her father, as he tightened his skinsuit to the neck behind her, welcoming the barrier between himself and the elements. “The suit kinda holds it in, though.”\n\nThat seemed like too much information, but Sik let it go. “What would you know about boats?” he laughed again, reaching for Ana’s outer garments.\n\n“I like boats!” Ana said. “In some places, water doesn’t freeze and you can go places on the water. Isn’t that cool?”\n\n“I suppose it is!” Sik smiled. His daughter was developing her own interests, and he was eager to hear more about them.\n\n\"You can't walk across the water in those places though,\" he reminded Ana, helping her pull the rest of her suit back on. Snow had gathered in the folds and they brushed it off together before tightening each piece back in place. It took a while, so they talked as they redressed.\n\n\"That's true,\" she nodded. \"That'd be weird. Walking's way easier.\"\n\n\"But way less cool,\" Sik said.\n\n\"Yeah!\" The excitement in Ana's voice at her dad joining into her interest was nearly enough to make him forget the chill. \"I wanna see the ocean! Like, the not-frozen parts of the ocean. They say the waves can be huuuuuuge!\" the little bear raised her paws as high as she could, which was nearly up to Sik's chest. He laughed, finishing strapping the last of his clothing on. He wiggled, letting the last of the snow fall off. There was some water in the suit, but that was okay. They would dry everything thoroughly later, and bear garments were made to tolerate a little wetness.\n\n\"Well I'll see what I can do,\" Sik smiled. \"There's not many places like that up here. We'll have to talk to your mom when she gets home, okay?\"\n\n\"Okay, Ana said cheerily, doing some shaking of her own. \"Mah butt's still leaking,\" she giggled. \"Doesn't feel bad though. I like it reminding me how it felt.\"\n\nSik blushed, but leaned down and nuzzled his nose to hers.\n\n\"You are my spirit's light, Snow Angel.\"\n\nAna nuzzled him back and he hugged her tight, squeezing her in a giant bear hug.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Wait, we call her the First Bear?” Ana spoke up, her eyes distant in sudden thought over Sik's shoulder. Sik put her back down, turning his head quizzically.\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“And she had a boy cub, and then there were a bunch of Bears…. And Aapaga Nanuck was gone...”\n\n“Ana…”\n\n“Did he do it with his mom?? Like, they mated? Ew!”\n\nSik rolled his eyes to the snow, appreciating the irony of his daughter’s disgust. She was too smart for her own good, just like her mother. “Don’t think about it too hard, okay?” he laughed, but Ana was already distracted, running over to the furnace and peeking inside.\n\n\"It's gotten bigger, dad!\"\n\nIn the end, the fire didn't need much tending. It had grown nicely in their absence, and Ana and Sik added a few logs before closing the furnace door fully. The beam shone brightly above, cutting through the fog and swirls of snow.\n\nThe two bears started their way home, looking forward to the comfort of home, some cocoa, and the warmth of each other's company.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "1.0

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“hrrrAWRR!” The big bear roared, throwing his stack of firewood.

“Hrrarr!!” Came a cute echo from beneath him as his daughter threw her two pieces.

“Well thrown, Ana,” Sik congratulated the girl, wiping wooden detritus from his paws and squatting down to check the oven’s flame. He poked the logs about until they fell over each other to his satisfaction.

“Is that enough for the night?” Ana asked from beside him, poking her head over his shoulder. “It doesn’t seem very bright.”

“That’s because we have the door open,” Sik reminded her, poking the wood again. “The fire needs privacy to be comfortable, like a bear in a bath. When it is comfortable, it will flame. You’ll see! When I close the door, the flame will shine high.” Sik looked upwards, noting the pale glow five meters above him against the dark polar night. The clouds were thin. A storm was unlikely but, then again, that meant little against the capriciousness of weather at the Pole.

“A bit more, I think” Sik said, closing the furnace door a bit and sitting in the snow with his back resting against the base of the tower. “Let’s let it rest, and we’ll add a bit more fuel. It will last the night. It would be best not to come out later. But we will, if we must. We must keep the beacon lit, so your mother can find her way home”

The reminder was unnecessary, of course. Ana had been helping her father light the beacon since she was a baby.

The young polar bear came and sat between his legs, resting against his stomach and they gazed out at the clear Polar night. Sik knew she would be orienting herself by the stars, the same as he was. The last traces of the sun were disappearing behind the mountains, and the temperature would drop again soon, but it was no matter. He was more concerned by the increase in the snowfall around them. Though the sky may be clear, “where there is falling snow there are storms”, as the old saying went.

His quiet musings on the weather were broken by Ana.

“Daddy,” she said in the voice she used before saying something that was about to get her into trouble. She pushed up closer to him, looking up at him from below. “Will you tell me the story of Aapaga Nanuk again? I am cold.”

Sik’s heart skipped a few beats.

“You haven’t told me it since last year.” Ana said, traces of real sadness in her voice. “It’s my favorite.”

“You know your mother would not approve of me telling you such tales,” Sik chided, looking off in the same direction as his daughter, his heavy paw falling on her head.

“She didn’t say you _mustn’t_ tell me,” Ana pointed out. “She said it was usually just for mommys and daddys, and I must be careful who I shared such stories with.” She said it matter-of-factly, quoting from memory. “She said when she’s on the Hunt, sometimes things are different. You need someone with you and I’m the only one. I know that. Aren’t you lonely, Daddy?”

“Yes,” Sik answered in honesty. He put his paws to Ana’s cheeks, ruffling the fur. “I miss your mother a lot. I miss her whenever she is gone, but the long hunts are the hardest.”

“For me too,” Ana agreed, nuzzling into her father’s paw.

“It has been three weeks, though. It should be only one or two more, I would think. Four at the most.”

There was silence for a moment. Ana sniffed and wiped her muzzle, and Sik was glad for the moment to think. He had expected this, someday.


Ana had clearly gotten a heavily censored version of the lecture Tuva had delivered to him last year.

Was she incensed? Yes, definitely. But he had to admit Ana was right. In the whole tirade, Tuva had never once told him he must keep himself from Ana.

Indeed, it was more odd for a bear to not take a lover with their mate on the hunt. In the remote regions, such as theirs, it was not unheard of for fathers to bed their daughters.

Ana was yet years from risk of becoming with child, and perhaps four year years yet from finding a mate of her own.

Tuva’s fury was not that he had crossed a line with his then-seven-year-old daughter at all. It was that he had not spoken of it with her beforepaw, nor taken into consideration the value of their daughter’s virginity.

He was forced to admit he had acted recklessly. In truth, the thought of the monetary cost of slipping his fingers deep within their daughter had not occurred to him at all. Tuva was no virgin when they first mated, but he only realized in that moment the weight she had born for her decisions.

Indeed, she had come to him with no bride price whatsoever. He had thought nothing of it. He expected nothing and Tuva hated her family anyway. But since he had grown older he had learned the common bride price of a virgin bear in other parts of the world—more than a full year’s hunting—and his actions had forever denied that to his daughter. It was not a matter of money or food. Tuva could provide the food, he the money. No, it was his thoughtlessness. That his act of lust had cost their daughter so much while she was too young to know what had been taken from her.

That they should mate? That was nothing to Tuva. She herself had started mating as a child, though not with adults. But she knew her presence on The Hunt was hard for her husband, and Ana was the only female within miles. Should he wander off to the nearest village to sleep with some whore? What of Ana? No, the risk was too great, the reward too small.

She had made herself clear, but the damage was already done. His recompense would be in gathering his own daughter’s bride price to provide as a dowry when she found her mate. But Tuva had never said he had acted badly in with the cub, or that he must stop. Quite the opposite. She clearly said he could fuck who he wished when she was gone. She said he choice of Ana was wise so that he could keep her close and safe, which must be his priority above all. She bemoaned that he hadn’t chosen any of the vast array of other options for sating his lust. “It would have been better if you just fucked her ass!” She had said. But no, her virginity was gone and he hadn’t even mated with her properly, Tuva insisted. In her anger she had told him he should fuck Ana’s cunt next time, to collect on his foolish investment.

Sik had pointed out he felt like he was receiving very mixed signals.

Tuva had pointed out that she was “more than capable of smacking a whale-load of clarity into his skull”, upon which Sik made the wise decision to keep the rest of his thoughts to himself.

But the fact remained: he would often be at home alone with Ana, and Tuva would be away. So he had always known that the issue would arise again.

There was no way around it. Tuva was a great huntress. The greatest Sik or any bear of his tribe had ever met. Though he considered himself a fine hunter in his prime, it would be foolish for their family to not allow her into the field. If he even could! In truth, Tuva was more than his equal. They had only argued on the matter once, when she was heavy with Ana, and she had agreed to skip one hunt until their cub was delivered but no more. Tuva had been born for one thing, as she said, and no one would take The Hunt from her.

Since she made that declaration with Sik pushed to the wall of their cabin, her claws through his shirt, he took her quite seriously.

Certainly the elder hunters found it a bit strange, but their tribe was used to Tuva and most of the hunters had known her since she was a cub. To them it was no mystery at all. Tuva had always been Tuva. Sik remaining behind with their cub was not traditional, but who would dare tell Tuva no?

Sik sighed, and Ana turned around, sitting cross-legged before him. She looked so much like her mother, her face passive but ready. Her little scowl said “I will stop this discussion before it even starts, so just agree with me now!”

“Ana…”

“I’ve practiced”, the girl said, her voice soft.

Sik nearly choked on his own breath.

“You’ve…. You’ve what now?”

“I made a toy! From walrus tusk.” Ana announced. The grin on her face said _I’ve already won and you know it._ “I practiced with it. Mom showed me how.”

Sik’s eyes widened. He spluttered a nonsensical answer, trying to wrap his brain around what his daughter was saying. Ana just laughed at him. His eight year old daughter had him right where she wanted him, and she was enjoying it.

“She said I shouldn’t tell you about it until I was absolutely sure I wanted you to mate with me. And she said the finger stuff we had done didn't count. We practiced when you went on your journeys to the village. Every night you were gone, honestly. I even put my paw inside mommy….” The girl nuzzled closer, all innocence gone from her stature now. She was coming on to him, and there was no mistaking it. Her nose nuzzled over his cheek.

“Momma said you’d like it when I told you about it. She was right.” The girl’s paws slid down the front of her father’s overcoat, and he gasped when she found his bulge, so hard she could feel it easily through his suit. “At first she didn’t want to do that. She just taught me to touch myself. But then she wanted to do more. She put the toy in me. Then she started liking doing it more rough, especially when she found out I liked it that way.” The girl’s paw started moving now. Tracing the shape of her father’s cock through the layers of fabric that made up his snowsuit.  “She put it in me so deep I roared and she said I was a good little bitch. Then she started wanting me to do stuff too. I liked it. I’ve tasted mommy’s cunny, Daddy,” the girl cooed. “And now I want you. I know I do. I don’t want you to be lonely, and I don’t want to be lonely….” Ana giggled and gave her befuddled father a hug. “She said you might not believe me. She said you’d be nervous. So she told me something to say to you: ‘Two can recoup faster than one.’ Does that help, Daddy?”

Sik closed his eyes tight. There was no way Ana would have come up with such a story herself. So all this time, Tuva had been helping herself to the cub as well! He shook his head, finding himself laughing aloud, a deep belly laugh. Ana joined in, unsure what they were laughing about, but enjoying seeing her father’s mirth.

“That woman,” he finally managed, laying his head back against the rough stone of the beacon furnace. “Unbelievable.”

“Alright, come here, you,” Sik reached for his daughter, but she jumped back.

“No! You gotta tell the story dad!”

“You know the story!” Sik laughed.

“But it’s my favorite,” Ana put on a pout. “I like how you tell it. It makes me… you know. Happy. All over.”

Her little face was enough to melt his heart right through the flurries coming down around them. The big bear grinned and beckoned his daughter closer.

“Forgive the impatience of an old bear to be so close to such beauty,” he said, wrapping arms around Ana. They touched their noses together and nuzzled in a slow kiss.

Then their lips touched, and before Sik could think his tongue was within Ana’s small muzzle. They kissed in the forbidden way, mouths together like lovers. Like mates, with nothing but the falling snow to hide their indecency.

“I want to be in the story with you again,” Ana smiled, a little shyly as she took a few steps back. “Here.”

“It is cold, daughter,” Sik reminded, unnecessarily. He looked into the coming storm, gauging its strength. He had seen worse, but it was enough to merit caution. But they were not caught out. They had a fire, and the cabin was not too far to manage. And they were Bears, after all, born and raised to the cold.

“Cold is part of the story,” Ana reminded him. She reached up, taking her hat off. She giggled and brushed some snow from her snout. Then came her outersuit. Button by button. Sik made no move to stop her, as she unbuttoned it to her navel and stepped out of the full-body coat leg by leg and placed the fluffy coat on the stack of wood next to her.

Sik thought his heart might hammer through his ribcage. It was certainly making the attempting.

“Very well.” Sik licked his lips and began.

“In the beginning, there was only the spirit of Aapaga Nanuk in the North. He watched over these lands from the very beginning of time. But after many many years he grew very lonely. So one day, he breathed upon the ice and melted the snow into the soil and made a creature that looked just as he imagined himself. He made every detail, until it was perfect. then, with a kiss of his nose, he brought the first Bear to life.

She made his heart so happy when she smiled up at him for the first time. But Aapaga Nanuk saw her shiver, then, and put her paws around herself. You see, Aapaga Nanuk never feels the cold, but his creation, made out of the stuff of the Earth, felt something he himself could not. She sat before him, without even fur to cover her, black as the soil she was made from.

She made his heart so happy when she smiled up at him for the first time. But Aapaga Nanuk saw her shiver, then, and put her paws around herself. You see, Aapaga Nanuk never feels the cold, but his creation, made out of the stuff of the Earth, felt something he himself could not. She sat before him, without even fur to cover her, black as the soil she was made from.

‘I am cold, Papa,’ said the First Bear. Aapaga Nanuk’s heart broke for his creation, for he could see she was not comfortable, but he did not know what to do. He knew little of cold, for there were few creatures in the world in those days. But he set in his heart that he would do what was right to care for his beloved First Bear.

‘Do not fret, dearest child,’ he comforted her. ‘I did not bring you to this world to be in pain. I promise you warmth.’”


Sik paused as Ana slowly removed her inner coat as he told the story. It was easier to remove that the outer layer, held by a long sash wrapped around her body. She undid the knot with the practiced ease of one born to the North. Sik’s fur stood on end as she removed it as well. Slipping it off like a maiden trained for pleasure.

For the Bears, one might never see even a close friend without their inner coat. Even indoors it was often too cold not to wear one in comfort.

Ana gave a giggle that said she understood what her father’s long gaze meant, and she turned, reaching down to undo the straps of her boots. Pulling them off one after the other. She stood bare-pawed in the snow and quickly pulled her trousers down. Sik found  his heart beating fast as she revealed her small tail at last, showing from a slit in the fabric of her skinsuit. She placed her trousers with the rest, standing “naked” by bear reckoning before her father amidst the whirling snow.

“I am cold, Papa,” she said, mirroring the story, yet somehow making the words burn with heat.

Ana wiggled her tail like a grown harlot, and Sik knew he couldn’t stand much more, so he continued quickly, needing to distract himself from his daughter’s teasing.

“Aapaga Nanuk looked and saw that the winds blew against her skin, so he burrowed the snow aside…”

Sik reached down and began bodily shoving snow to the side. He pushed up walls on all sides, slowing forming a small depression in the snowfield. The walls rose up almost as tall as Ana, and she giggled, watching her father move huge armfuls of snow with practiced ease.

“He made a space so the winds could not reach his beloved…”

“Snow fort!” She exclaimed happily. She walked up and gave Sik a big hug. For a moment he could have forgotten she was anything but his cute little girl, until she nuzzled her nose against his snowsuit along his groin, looking up at him with clear dark eyes.

“No one could see anything we do now, huh?” She winked upwards. ‘I was naked when you told me this story the first time, Daddy. I had just had my bath, remember?”

“I have not been able to give you a bath since without remembering,” Sik said with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall of the snow bank he had made. It did break the wind a little.


Ana smiled and stepped back. She reached up and undid the first button of her skinsuit with a “pop”. The skinsuit, the last line of warmth for most Bears, was rarely removed except to bathe once every few weeks. Even when mating grown bears rarely fully removed their clothing. Even though modern advancement had largely removed the true danger of the cold, nakedness was simply too taboo. The history of a time when being caught unprepared meant death loomed large in the North.

With a growl, Sik began undoing his own outersuit to the thigh, yanking it to the side and downwards enough to get access to the buttons of his own trousers. He practically tore them from the cloth in his urgency, and Ana turned to watch, eyes riveted as he pulled his pants down within his suit. His bulge was immediately visible through his skinsuit. Sik grabbed his suit, unbuttoning by his groin. Ana undid another button. So did he. A third button midway down her chest, and she stopped, watching him reciprocate. Sik stared back, eyes glued on the exposed fur of her chest.

The girl turned, hiding her front as if from modesty, but leaning forward so her tail stuck out even more. He could hear the pops of her undoing the firm fastenings of her suit.

The cub was clearly cold, her teeth gritting together in determination, but she looked over her shoulder, her suit suddenly drooping from one shoulder, exposed to the open air.

“What else did Aapaga Nanuk do?” she prompted,

“Aapaga Nanuk looked,” Sik continued, “and he saw that the snow sat on her skin, and she still shivered. So, he blew his breath upon her, and she smiled at him for she felt the warmth.”

Ana turned and Sik sucked in a breath. She held her eyes low, her long underwear pulled to the side, exposing her chest all the way down beneath her little furry belly button. Unbuttoned all the way down to just above where her legs met her body. Barely hiding the last of her modesty. He was quite certain she was naked under her skinsuit. If she were wearing smallclothes, they would be visible.

Sik leaned forward and blew softly on his daughter’s ears, and she laughed, twitching the round tufts happily. He blew on her nose. Down her cheeks. He sat slowly, leaning back against the snowbank and letting Ana come closer between his legs, putting his arms around her softly and blowing down her chest and belly. Finally blowing along her half-concealed mound. He could barely think.

“Then Aapaga Nanuk realized he carried the warmth she needed himself…” he spoke the words from rote, surprised he could speak.

Ana’s small fingers brushed his cheek.

“Daddy… are you going to move your smallclothes for me?”

Sik stared, knowing this may well be the point of no return. But no, that was long past, a voice in his mind told him. Long, long gone.

Ana watched as he grabbed his underclothes and tugged them down beneath his suit, freeing his cock to the cold air. He could count on one paw the number of times he had done this, all of them with Tuva. Many bears would not claim to have ever been naked outside at all. There was no pride in it to claim: it was foolishness.

But here he was, and as his eight year old daughter watched he pulled his full hardness out of his clothing. Pawing his long, black cock while she watched.

“I like it when you do that,” she murmured, guiding her suit from her other shoulder. “Did I make it hard like that Daddy?” she cooed, working her arms out of the suit.

“Yes daughter,” Sik answered, watching as one arm after the other fell limp to her side. He was so hard his cock felt like steel in his paw, hot as fire in the icy air. Her skinsuit hung at her sides, only her lower half covered.

“Aapaga Nanuk couldn’t blow his warmth forever, though,” Ana said, continuing the story as her father watched her, mesmerized. “So, he pulled himself together and made himself into the first Bear!” Ana grinned, enjoying the visual. Putting her father in Aapaga Nanuk’s place. Imagining him appearing as an erect, virile male like her daddy.

“And she hugged him. And she was warm.”

Ana stepped forward, hugging her daddy around his body while he pawed. Nuzzling into his neck. Then he gasped as her little paws joined his own in exploring along his shaft. Stroking him in little, eager motions.

He could only watch and tense as the little girl got on her knees and, without an ounce of hesitation, wrapped her little muzzle around his shaft.

“Oh Spirits,” Sik exclaimed, letting his paws fall aside. “Where in the Lights did you learn this?”

Ana grinned. “I told ya mom taught me stuff.” She licked her lips, “She said ya’d like it, an’ I thought I’d like it too… But the real thing is even better!”

Sik’s claws grasped his pants, holding them tight as his daughter suckled him. He almost laughed at the irony. Tuva had not tasted his maleness in many seasons. Apparently she’d found her own replacement in Ana!

“So warm…” Ana moaned, enraptured in the experience even with her body naked to the cold.

“‘You are the most beautiful thing these lands have seen since the rise of the mountains,’” Sik quoted the next lines of the tale, stroking down Ana’s head and back. “And he… he….”

It was gone. Sik lost the story, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking into Ana’s small muzzle. Forgetting her age, his pleasure overwhelming him.

“Are you going to give it to me?” Ana gasped, looking up for a moment. Making space for a brief touch of cold that shocked Sik back to reality. “He gave her the heat-that-does-not-go-out,” Ana put her muzzle back to his cock. Nuzzling it and letting her father’s paw grasp the back of her head. “Will you going to give it to me, Papa? I can feel your heat now, under my tail, already. I am lit, like the beacon.” She looked up to him, her little paws stroking his member firmly. “Do you want to give me the spark in my muzzle, Daddy?”

“Yes,” Sik answered, before he could think. He needed it.

Sik’s paw pushed Ana to his cock again and she moaned on his shaft, suckling as she had been taught. So warm and skilled for such a young cub.

“Oh, Lights, yes child… Yes! Daddy is going to give you your spark! I will light your fire, and give you—oh!—my warmth!”

Sik held Ana’s head with both paws and gasped a roar into the air as he came for his cub. He held her in place from the moment of no return, knowing he was about to spray his seed into his eight year old cub’s muzzle, and reveling in it. His seed sprayed hard and fast, but Ana swallowed quickly, lapping at his cock desperately. Seeking and swallowing every drop.

Sik’s paw rested long on the back of Ana’s head. He drifted away in the bliss of her little muzzle working on his shaft, even long after he had spent himself. Her tongue explored and prodded, soft paws still stroking his shaft into her muzzle.

When he could finally take it no more, he removed his paw from the cub’s head, and she looked up at him with big, bright eyes. She opened her muzzle and breathed out hard, as she pulled her muzzle away from Sik’s shaft, keeping her saliva from instantly freezing. With practiced ease, despite his shaking paws, Sik quickly wrapped his shaft back in his skinsuit, where the moisture would be quickly absorbed.

Sik pulled Ana to himself, squeezing her in his arms, until she giggled and squirmed a bit.

“Your spark tastes yummy, Daddy,” she giggled, licking her lips against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest. His cock twitched at that, and he ran his paws down Ana’s back, recalling suddenly that she was nearly naked.

“Has it lit you, my little bear?” he said. His paw slid lower, finding the small of her back above her tail nub. Spirits, he could feel it, exposed against his paw. His fingers slid against her, brushing against the inside of her skinsuit, exploring the exposed top of her tiny bottom.

He could remember saying those exact words to Tuva, once. Ana sounded so much like her mother when she giggled and said “It has, Papa Bear.”

She wiggled against his paws, and he let himself explore more. He wasn’t sure why he felt so hesitant. Some combination of the taboo of being outdoors, or perhaps filial sentiment? She had just made him cum in her muzzle, was exploring her nakidity really much different?

Ana’s claws slid against his jacket, and she spread her legs around his body, leaving herself suspended in his grasp.

“Under my tail, Papa,” she moaned.

Sik licked his lips, still fighting his nerves. He looked into the snowy sky. At the beacon shining high above, waiting to call Tuva home.

_”Two can reclaim faster than one.”_

Sik pushed his daughter’s skinsuit down, the action making his fur raise. He had done the action many times, when she was younger, of course. But now… The taboo of removing another’s skinsuit was so strong. Still, he pushed his paw farther within it, peeling the strong fabric down, his fingers exploring over the soft curve of her rump.

He grasped her back tight, took a deep breath, and allowed himself to close the distance between himself and his desires. Ana made a small sound like a whine, and he realized how tightly he held her. But the look on her face was not one of discomfort. Her eyes were closed, muzzle open just the tiniest bit.

The warmth. The heat. _Her_ heat. Sik found himself shivering in his fur, but not from the cold. Two fingers rested directly under her tail, resting against her little cub tailhole. It was so warm. So soft. He began rubbing a small circle. Exploring her body. Feeling the dip of her hole under his fingers, tempting him to push against it in passing. His large fingers spread her butt beneath her suit in their exploration. She wiggled against him, and he dared to slip more of his paw into her suit. He had wanted this for so long…

“Push, Daddy,” Ana murmured. “T’at feels good….”

Sik hesitated, but only for a second, his resistance weakening. He found her little hole again easily, the heat radiating against his fingertips, and he pushed, feeling her body give way for him. She mewled, but didn’t cry out as he might have expected. She grasped his jacked tight, and he could have sworn she pushed back against him. He pushed again, a little harder, feeling his finger slip ever so slightly into her, the heat increasing.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “I trained for you there,” she cooed, “and it feels so good!”

Sik found himself growling deep in his chest, wriggling his finger and feeling it pushing into his daughter. A little deeper now, exploring to the knuckle as she grasped at him and let him explore as he would. He pulled his finger back, and slid further downwards, fearlessly now. What more was there to fear?

Ana gasped as his finger found its way between her heated pussy lips. Sliding along her young opening.

“And here?” Sik growled. “Did Tuva train you here?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ana whimpered, her eyes closed as he rubbed at her bare pussy. She looked up after a moment. “She said I’m not ready yet, though. Not there. She can’t get enough inside, yet. Just small toys.” Sik realized the expression on her face was regret, but she snuggled in against him more, holding his gaze. “But I think she’s wrong,” she asserted confidently. So like Tuva. Her eyes hooded, and she pushed against his paw. He let himself slide over her slit, the tip of his finger testing her entrance.

“You can have me there too, Daddy,” she murmured, eyes almost closed. “I want more than your fingers, this time. I’ve thought about it all since last year.”

He pushed gently, testing her tightness around his finger. This was how it had all began. But if Tuva said she wasn’t ready, Tuva was right, no matter Ana’s thoughts on the matter.

He slid his paw back, tracing a line from her puss to her tailhole again. Teasing his finger back inside of it as she squirmed in his arms.

He lets his other finger come to rest by the first. “Can you take two fingers, little one?” he rumbled, rubbing the second finger through the cleft of her rump by the first. Sik suddenly realized he was very, very, hard again.

“Yes,” Ana answered simply. Sik held her tight and pushed the second finger alongside the first. He felt his daughter shudder as he stretched her open, burying another knuckle with the first in her heat. He used the paw to push her closer to him, feeling her crotch grind on his hardness, only their skinsuits between them.

“Three?”

“Yes!” Ana exclaimed.

This time she cried out as he pushed yet another finger into her. She felt so stretched around his fingers, but she didn’t ask him to stop. He could feel her ass clenching around the three fingers inside her. She made a soft, keening whine on his shoulder, and then did her best to wiggle her butt against him once more.

“My, my… She _did_ train you,” Sik marveled. Ana was taking deep breaths. He could feel the warmth, billowing a cloud of steam across his neck. She made a mewling sound, and he looked down to see her biting into a fold of his jacket. He wiggled his fingers within her, and her reaction told him everything he needed to know. She _liked_ this. He watched her reaction for a moment longer, until she opened her eyes, looking up at him with her muzzle open as if searching for her breath.

It took her a few moments, but when she managed to speak, he could barely believe it: “Deeper, Daddy”, she moaned. “More. Fill me.”

Sik hesitated, but Ana’s eyes fixed resolutely on his. He repositioned his paw, hearing her groan as the fingers inside her shifted around.

“Ungh…. Please, Daddy!” she insisted. Something in Sik reminded him he shouldn’t be taking orders from his eight year old daughter, but he quickly tuned that voice out. Another voice spoke, but he didn’t take note of what it had to say.  He just obeyed. He just pushed.

Ana cried out again, and he held her tight as she clutched against his coat, her squirms making him drip on the inside of his skinsuit. Ana caught her breath and let out another keening wail between a growl and a whine, clenching hard on the fingers in her ass, all three now buried past the second knuckle. She squirmed and moaned, a passionate sound he would never have imagined from his girl. Her grip clenched and unclenched on his jacket in time with her ass on his fingers. She sounded…

“Did you just cum?” Sik asked in astonishment, forgetting his words.

“Yes…..” Ana answered back, though, the word fading to a sibilant hiss. “I-I think so. S-sometimes… sometimes it just feels… Feels really good!” she moaned. “I like it… like it hard like that… Oohhhhh. I feel so warm.”

“Me too,” Sik said, only realizing afterwards how true it was. This was how an Arctic Bear should feel, some deep instinct told him. Warm—heated—despite snow, ice, or storm.

Sik slowly slid his fingers from Ana, who made small sounds as they slipped free.

“You have to tell the rest of the story,” Ana said. The beacon above reflected in her eyes. He could see his spark within her. She was lit, indeed, and so was he.

Sik rose to his knees, carrying Ana with him in one paw. He set her down in the middle of the small hollow he had created in the snow. He nuzzled her nose in a kiss that quickly turned into a mouthkiss. His paws slid over her fur, from her chest to her hips, feeling where the skinsuit rested.

He knew what she was asking, as did she. From here, the story became reality, and he was ready for it.

“Then Aapaga Nanuk felt the heat of the First Bear ignited against him and, as a bear, he knew warmth for the first time,” Sik said softly. He turned Ana, who cooed as her back pressed against his suit. He undid the latches across his chest, letting his skinsuit hang open, and he held his daughter against his bare fur. She gasped as his heat—the heat trapped so well by the suit moments ago—escaped. Some into the frigid air, some into her own fur, sharing their heat in a way sacred among Bears.

Sik pulled his smallclothes aside once more, and Ana nuzzled back against him as she felt his hardness press against her back. She trilled, such a soft sound that he felt it as much as heard it.

“Keep going,” Ana cooed. “I’m ready.”

Sik took a deep breath, stroking himself as he watched his daughter kneel in the snow and lean forward onto her paws. She lifted her rump, bare ass and cunny exposed into the chill night. He felt as hard as he ever had in his life.

“Aapaga Nanuk took the First Bear into his arms,” Sik said, his voice deep and hungry. The big bear grabbed Ana under her waist, pulling her back towards him a little in the snow. He leaned over her like a feral, his hard cock pressing into the softness of her rump.

“D-daddy… are you going to mount me? Just like Aapaga Nanuk and the First Bear?” Ana breathed, looking over her shoulder at him from the snow.

“Yes,” Sik grunted, stroking himself behind his daughter, not bothering to comfort her or disguise his intentions. He wanted her. He would take her. “Well. Almost like Aapaga Nanuk,” he growled. The big polar bear gave himself a few more strokes for good measure and then positioned himself behind the cub, pushing his wet cockhead to her small, pink asshole.

“The great Aapaga Nanuck, the creator of the First Bear, and himself the Second Bear, took his swain beneath him.”

“Oh, Daddy,” Ana groaned, pushing back on his cock. Grinding on it. The bear breathed a plume of steam as her small ass caught on his cock, the small pucker giving way ever so slightly.

“He mounted her,” Sik continued, reciting the story word for word. No holding back. No censorship.

“Oh!” Ana gasped into the nighttime as he pushed, spearing the tip of his cock into her. Stretched as she had been, it wasn’t nearly as hard as he might have thought, but oh the heat… He grit his teeth, his cock jumping in response to the sudden fiery warmth of her body around him. If he hadn’t come just minutes ago, he knew he would have lost control utterly in that moment.

“You’re inside me…” Ana moaned, her front leaning down into the snow. Giving her rump to him. A clear Bear gesture: do with me as you please. Was it instinct, or something Tuva taught her?

“Aapaga Nanuck, his fur white as First Snow, took the First Bear beneath him. Black and naked, and she cried his name as their flesh became one.”

“Daddy!” Ana called out as Sik pushed deeper inside of her. Spreading her around him, bit by bit. “Aapaga Sik,” the girl looked over her shoulder, her breath flowing in eddies of crystalizing vapor. He lowered his head, touching his nose to hers. She nuzzled him back.

“Will you give me your heat?” she called him as a lover, and he answered as one, wrapping her body with his own and pushing himself within her. She was tight, but his fingers had prepared her well.

“I will give you my all,” Sik responded in a gasp. The next words of the story, his real feelings, his everything. His hips ground to hers. She shrieked in a rasped roar as he thrust deep into her, but still she pressed back against him.

“You will never be cold again,” he quoted, putting an arm around her midsection. Cuddling her into his belly fur. She trilled against him, looking out beyond his bulk to the falling snow, as if it were another world. For these moments, at least, she existed in a world of warmth, pure as love.

He held her close, rocking against her body. Feeling it tug and pull against his every motion. Ana leaned forwards and backwards, testing the feel of having her father so deep inside of her. Touching places in her body that had never been explored, and igniting sensations she had never imagined.

Sik pulled back just a little farther, listening to Ana release a long breath, only to cry out again when he thrust into her again. He thrust again. And again. Her cries drifted out of sync with his thrusts. Coming in her own time. Sik smiled, despite himself, listening to his cub’s noises. She wasn’t in pain; she was in pleasure.

And so was he. The big bear felt like every muscle in his body was tensing and releasing outside of his control. Flashes of desire and muddled sensations of lust arced through him like electricity. He thrust a little harder and Ana’s paw found his arm, grasping into the fur. “Like that, Daddy,” she groaned. “I… I think I’m gonna cum again if you do that!”

Sik dug his long claws into the icy earth, bracing and hunching over his daughter. He gasped and felt himself bottom out into Ana. His sheath touched her asshole, his balls swung forward against her young pussy, and his cock rested as deep into her body as it could go. He felt her clawing at his arms and pulled back, pushing fully into her body once more.

“A-Aapaga Nanuck knew he could give his creation everything she needed, then,” Sik groaned. He was so close… The words were delaying the inevitable, and seemed to only excite Ana more. She wiggled her little bear bum on his crotch, her whimpers reaching a crescendo. Sik leaned down a little, nestling her into his fur, and put one paw on her bare chest, holding her to him. She bit his finger as she rocked against him. “He covered her with his full glory, white as pure snow. The heat between them made the sun itself blush with envy, and none could have seen where one bear ended and the next began.”

“D…. Da….” Ana groaned through her teeth. Sik couldn’t respond. His breath caught in his throat. He could _feel_ his balls jumping against his daughter’s ass as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He pulled back. Thrust. Waited for the prick of Ana’s bite on his fingers, and repeated. A machine, whose yield was the inevitable. He had only to reach the end.

“Will you take me with you, forever, Little Bear?” A common phrase among the Bears, taken from the very story he was telling: now given so much more meaning. He almost whimpered at the pain of his restraint.

“Yes…” Ana gasped beneath him. “Always. Always, Papa! Give me your heat always… Ahhhhhhh!!!”

Her little teeth sunk into his hand, hard enough to hurt. She grasped his arm so hard her claws bruised him as she pressed his skinsuit into his flesh. It felt like the stars themselves—the universe, the spirits, and all over which they presided—had whispered in his ear, “It is time.”

The big bear bellowed to the winds, joining his daughter in pleasure. His claws dug divots in the cold earth as he pulled her to him and released his heat into her. He could feel her clenching against him. Tightening and tugging on his member. It felt like her body was drawing him in, and he shuddered, hunching hard against her soft butt with each shared spasm between them. He held nothing back, grasping her as a mate and emptying himself as if it were his last dalliance on earth.

In time, the night regained its stillness. The sound of their roars echoed to nothing and was replaced with a carol of breath, balanced against a counterpoint of the sounds lovers make when they pass beyond awareness. Sik held Ana in a long embrace, feeling her come to rest against him while he expended the last of his load. Snow tickled his nose, and a gust of frigid air broke against his bare fur. His only reaction was to lean his head down to nuzzle the top of Ana’s head.







“The heat between them melted away all the difference between Bear and Spirit, and when the First Bear opened her eyes, she saw her black flesh covered with the fur of Aapaga Nanuck.” Sik’s lifted himself a little, his paws sliding down Ana’s bare back. Sitting up enough to see her stretched around him. He ran his hands across her rump, watching the fur ripple. He could imagine the First Bear’s fur in her: soft, unspoiled, and innocent. Sort of. “He had departed his mortal form, never to return, but he left her his coat as a gift. He would be with her always and, when she later bore Aapaga Nanuck’s cub, he was as white as his father, and so were all the Arctic Bears who came after. Aapaga Nanuck was with her always, with us always. And we are warm.”

Sik hugged his daughter tight as he finished the story, and she made a small sound of pleasure, wrapping her little arms around one of his and hugging him back.

“Thank you, Da,” she said. “I love that story.”

“Me too,” Sik agreed.




Another burst of wind brought Sik back to the present. The weather was shifting. He squeezed Ana again and she squeezed him back.

“So, uh…. How do we get unstuck?” she giggled, looking behind her as best she could.

It would indeed be a tricky operation.

“We’ll have to be fast, okay?” Ana nodded and Sik looked around, but they didn’t have much to work with besides their own clothing, now partially snowed over and cold. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to pull you off really fast and lift you into the air, okay? When I do, I want you to push Daddy’s stuff out as much as you can, then we’re gonna get you into your suit on lickity-split. Understand?”

“Uhhhhh… I think?” Ana giggled. Sik laughed with her. He had to admit, trying to imagine the situation was difficult.

“Alright… 1…. 2…. 3!”

Sik braced himself and, with a flex of his left arm, lifted Ana with his arm behind her knees, keeping her butt in the air as he raised her off of his cock. She squealed. He wasn’t sure whether it was from the discomfort of him pulling out, the discomfort of his seed rushing from her ass, or the discomfort as some of the liquids in her fur froze near-instantly. He grunted as he experienced his own wave of freezing, but quickly tucked his hardness into his suit and tightened it above his waist. The liquid would be a bit uncomfortable in the suit, but he wouldn’t be in danger of it freezing any more.

“Ugh, this is icky!” Ana complained, with a grunt, his cum spurting from her butt into the snow. Sik chuckled a response, quickly grabbing a pawfull of snow and shoving it between Ana’s legs. She wiggled as he wiped her clean as best as he could before lowering her into his lap and pulling her suit up. She shivered, but let him tighten the suit back to her neck.

“You are… very definitely going to need to clean your suit after this,” Sik chuckled, kissing the top of Ana’s head.

“Yeah. I’m leaking, like a boat!” Ana giggled, wriggling against her father, as he tightened his skinsuit to the neck behind her, welcoming the barrier between himself and the elements. “The suit kinda holds it in, though.”

That seemed like too much information, but Sik let it go. “What would you know about boats?” he laughed again, reaching for Ana’s outer garments.

“I like boats!” Ana said. “In some places, water doesn’t freeze and you can go places on the water. Isn’t that cool?”

“I suppose it is!” Sik smiled. His daughter was developing her own interests, and he was eager to hear more about them.

"You can't walk across the water in those places though," he reminded Ana, helping her pull the rest of her suit back on. Snow had gathered in the folds and they brushed it off together before tightening each piece back in place. It took a while, so they talked as they redressed.

"That's true," she nodded. "That'd be weird. Walking's way easier."

"But way less cool," Sik said.

"Yeah!" The excitement in Ana's voice at her dad joining into her interest was nearly enough to make him forget the chill. "I wanna see the ocean! Like, the not-frozen parts of the ocean. They say the waves can be huuuuuuge!" the little bear raised her paws as high as she could, which was nearly up to Sik's chest. He laughed, finishing strapping the last of his clothing on. He wiggled, letting the last of the snow fall off. There was some water in the suit, but that was okay. They would dry everything thoroughly later, and bear garments were made to tolerate a little wetness.

"Well I'll see what I can do," Sik smiled. "There's not many places like that up here. We'll have to talk to your mom when she gets home, okay?"

"Okay, Ana said cheerily, doing some shaking of her own. "Mah butt's still leaking," she giggled. "Doesn't feel bad though. I like it reminding me how it felt."

Sik blushed, but leaned down and nuzzled his nose to hers.

"You are my spirit's light, Snow Angel."

Ana nuzzled him back and he hugged her tight, squeezing her in a giant bear hug.





“Wait, we call her the First Bear?” Ana spoke up, her eyes distant in sudden thought over Sik's shoulder. Sik put her back down, turning his head quizzically.

“Yes?”

“And she had a boy cub, and then there were a bunch of Bears…. And Aapaga Nanuck was gone...”

“Ana…”

“Did he do it with his mom?? Like, they mated? Ew!”

Sik rolled his eyes to the snow, appreciating the irony of his daughter’s disgust. She was too smart for her own good, just like her mother. “Don’t think about it too hard, okay?” he laughed, but Ana was already distracted, running over to the furnace and peeking inside.

"It's gotten bigger, dad!"

In the end, the fire didn't need much tending. It had grown nicely in their absence, and Ana and Sik added a few logs before closing the furnace door fully. The beam shone brightly above, cutting through the fog and swirls of snow.

The two bears started their way home, looking forward to the comfort of home, some cocoa, and the warmth of each other's company.

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