The sound of the air as it rushed by, the speeding car drowned out the news that was Idly drifting out of the speakers of the beat up little car. It was late in the evening and the sun was starting to set behind the hills and tree tops casting an orange glow over the small stretch of highway. Behind the wheel of the car, chain smoking what had to be his fifth or sixth cigarette in the past thirty minutes. Was a male German Shepherd. His fur was the basic coloring for his breed with the exception of a small white spot of fur on the tip of chin.He was gritting his teeth and breathing heavily as he tried to stay focused on the road. 

He had been driving for the better part of the day with few rest stops and it was starting to get to him. The small space along with the cramped feeling in his legs was starting to drive him crazy. Even though was passing several rest areas and gas stations he refused to stop until he reached his destination. A particularly strong gust of wind sent his car swerving slightly on the road and he cursed under his breath as he struggled to straighten his car again. The sound of fluttering papers filled the air a moment later and he glanced in his rearview mirror to see dozens of papers flapping around in the strong wind. 

"Fuck!" He growled letting one hand go from the wheel and reaching behind him to try and get the papers back in place. 

It took him several moments, luckily there was no one else on the road since he had started to swerve again, but finally he got the papers settled back down. Cussing some more he rolled up the back windows so they wouldn't go flying again. Bringing his arm back into the front seat he frowned as one of the papers clung to his fur. Shaking his arm he watched the paper flutter down into his lap resting face up. 

On the paper was a colored picture of another German Shepard who looked very similar to him even down to the white spot on his chin. The words "MISSING" was printed above the picture and below in smaller print was a name and a few lines of information. The picture on the paper smiled back at him with dead eyes which sent a shiver through the young canine. Grabbing the flyer he chucked it into the backseat not able to look at it anymore. 

Jason had been away at school when he had gotten the call from his dad telling him that his twin brother Jake hadn't come back from his extended weekend camping trip. At first Jason hadn't been to worried. Jake was often running off without an explanation. He would be gone for weeks at a time doing God-knows-what. Folks would worry, fearing the worst. Then he would randomly show up with some wild tale about mountain climbing or deep sea cave diving. Dad would yell at him about being more responsible about telling them where he was going and when he'd be back and Jake would make a bunch of false promises to do so. But in the end he would disappear all over again, so normally Jake going missing for a day or two wouldn’t make anyone raise an eyebrow, but this time had been different. 

A few days after the call from his dad, Jason had gotten a small package in the mail. When he opened it he saw the necklace he had given Jake almost fifteen years ago when they were in just starting middle school. It wasn't anything special, just a metal arrow head on a piece of green cord he'd swiped from a military surplus store. Jake, though, had treated it like a priceless jewel. He always wore it no matter what he was doing. 

Jason could only ever remember seeing him take it off once and that was when the cord had broke. Inside the package was a small note that Jason realized wasn't written by his brother. 
"Jason, I want you to have this to remember me by. Love always Jake." 

That made Jason worry. Something wasn't right. Checking the wrapping of the package he saw the mailing address from a place he had never heard of. Getting online he looked it up and saw that it had been mailed from a small backwoods town that was almost a hundred miles away. When he tried to ask other friends or family to help him look, they shrugged him off. His family had become the boys who cried Lost Dog. He had no choice but to go an look himself. He packed a small bag full of cloths and printing off a few missing persons flyers before hopping in his car and heading out. 

Tossing the butt of the cigarette out the open window he quickly sparked up another one and began to puff deeply on it. By the time he saw the small sign with the town's name on it he had gone through an entire pack of smokes. He was surprised that a town this small even had a sign to welcome people to it. The population number was only three digits. He slowed his speed and got off the highway heading into the small town. It didn't take him long to find where he was looking to go. Pulling into an empty parking space in front of the small sheriff's office. Grabbing a few of the flyers he shut off the car and went inside. 

The inside of the tiny building looked like it hadn't been really cleaned for a number of years. The carpet was a sickly green color and the walls looked stained with years of cigarette smoke and other things. There were only a handful of desks inside the small space and a couple doors along the back wall. Jason figured one of the few doors must lead to a holding cell or two and the other was probably the office of the sheriff himself. The young canine looked around trying to find someone who could help him. 

"Hello!?" He called out hoping someone was actually there. 

The sound of banging came from behind one of the doors followed by a loud curse and another bang. A large shadow crossed over a fogged glass door on the far wall of the room. The door opened and out came a massive Alligator. He stood close to eight feet tall and was about as large around as the hood of a car. He had a vast gut that was so wide and stuck out so far he had to turn sideways and suck in just to get through the door. His tan uniform struggled to contain his massive frame and looked like it would burst open if he breathed in too deeply. His long strong jaws looked like they could tear the bumper off a car and chew it to bits with ease. Jason could see a small trail of drool leaking out from the corner of his scally slips and he shivered slightly. The massive male came to a stop in front of him, peering down at him with a pair of dark, beady eyes that showed no hint of warmth or welcome. Easily towering over the dog, Jason had to fight the instinct to curl his tail between his legs in fear. 

Gulping slightly he held out one of the flyers to the male and stuttered out;"H-hello s-sir." He paused and cleared his throat starting up a bit stronger. "I'm trying to find my brother. I think he was in this town a while back and I was wondering if you had seen him or if I could put up some of these flyers around town in case anyone else has seen him?" His voice felt small and meek as he looked up into the golden eyes of the large predator. 

The gator didn't say anything, but he took the flyer and looked down at it for a moment before throwing his harsh gaze back up at Jason. "This a joke boy?" His voice growled out from a crack in the corner of his mouth. 

"N-no sir." The dog replied shaking his head. "Jake, is my twin." 

"Twin huh?" The sheriff grumbled looking back down at the picture. "Aint seen no mutt round these parts that look like that." He said after a moment's thought. 

"He said he was coming out this way to go camping or something. Is there an outdoor shop or local camping park that visitors go to?" Jason asked eagerly. 

The gator shook his head. "Folks don't come to these parts for campin’ boy. They come here for hunting…” He paused a moment and gave the boy a once over from head to toe, sizing up the young German Shepard. It made Jason shrink back a bit, the unforgiving gaze made him feel violated and more than a little defenseless, especially being so close to the predator and entirely alone. He suddenly remembered that he hadn’t told anyone where he’d gone, and if he were to disappear as well, they wouldn’t even know where to look.  “If ya want, ya can check with Don. He runs the bar in town. Anyone comes through these parts for any reason they always make a stop there." 

Jason perked up slightly and began to eagerly thank the massive gator. He insisted on leaving a few flyers tacked to the bulletin board just in case any of the other officers had by chance seen his brother. Before leaving the gator  pulled him aside and put an arm around his shoulders so that he could lean right up to his ear. “Listen little guy, you need to be careful. Folks around here don’t like city people coming in here and poking their snouts where they don’t belong,” the gator gestured to the dogs cold black nose on  the edge of his muzzle. “They’re not gonna care about what happened to your little pup during hunting season, understand?”

Jason nodded his head yes, but he did not understand. The gator locked eye contact with him, trying to find some sign that Jason really did understand, but the larger predator knew he didn’t.

“Go on then, get outta here.” The gator released Jason who eagerly nodded again and made for the door. 

“Thanks again!” Jason forced a happy tone before shutting the door behind him. 

The gator flopped his heavy body back down at his desk, getting back to work on a couple forms he’d been putting off. “Poor kid…Doesn’t know what he’s poking his little snout into.”

Jason rushed from the small sheriff’s office and quickly got back into his car. His heart racing slightly at the prospect of possible having a lead on where his brother might of gone. It took a few tries for his car to start, which wasn’t unusual, but once it kicked over they young canine pulled back onto the main street for the town and began slowly cruising down the road. His head constantly turning left and right as he looked for any sign of a bar type building. He cursed himself slightly for not thinking to ask what the name of the bar was. 

After almost a half hour of searching he finally pulled into the parking lot to a run down looking dinner. There was a grand total of three cars, including his own, which didn’t make him overly confident that he would find someone willing to help him.  Shutting off the car he went inside with another couple of the flyers. At the very least he could hand out a few more of them. As he stepped inside he was hit with the pungent smell of burnt cooking oil, grease and body odor. 

Like in the sheriff’s station he was once again met with an empty front of house. Not a single soul in sight. Smacking his lips a few times to try and moisten them. Jason ventured up to the counter/bar area. A small banged up metal bell sat on the counter. Hesitating for a moment the Shepherd gently placed his palm on the bell. A high pitched “Ding” rang out and filled the silence of the room. Looking around nervously Jason rang the bell a second time. There was several moments of nothing when finally the sound of a flushing toilet sounded out followed by a loud voice yelling.

“I heard ya the first damn time!” The voice boomed out followed by what sounded like a door slamming against the wall. “Keep yer damn pants on for fuck’s sake!” 

From around the corner of the far wall a massive figure came stomping out. For the second time since he’d come to town, Jason was met with a towering male who easily weighed four times as much as he did. While not as tall as the Gator sheriff, but still a good head taller than himself, stood a Clydesdale horse. Jason guessed he was the cook if his grease and muck stained apron was anything to go by. His fur was a dirty brown with a few white splotches thrown around as if someone had flicked a paint brush at him. Every inch of his massive figure was bulging with muscle and fat that made Jason think that the horse only cooked part time when he wasn’t out in the woods lumberjacking. 

The Clydesdale went into a small fit of wet hacking coughs ending with him hawking up a wad of phlegm and spitting it out to land on the dirty carpet. Stepping around the counter the cook rested one of his massive forearms across the counter in front of Jason and leaned on it. The dog was surprised the counter didn’t break in half from the strain of holding up such weight. The guy had to weigh at least four hundred and fifty pounds, and that was being polite. 

The large male glared down at Jason before snotting through his nostrils. “Well?” He barked after a moment. “Whaddya want!?” 

Jason was snapped out of his fear and admiration of the guy by the harsh words. Clearing his throat he put on his best friendly smile and held out one of the flyers. “Good evening sir.” He started. “I’m uh… I’m here looking for my brother,” He paused and then added. “My twin brother. I got a package from him with the return address coming from this town. Have you seen him?” 

The Clydesdale snorted again and without even looking down at the flyer shook his head. “Never seen ‘em.” He said flatly. Using his forearm he pushed himself off the counter and began digging in the pockets of his dirty apron until he fished out a bent and beaten pack of cigarettes. Sticking one between his wet plump lips he lit it and took a long slow drag on it. Blowing the smoke out from his nostrils he continued to stare at Jason without saying anything else. 

Put off by the rude and dismissive nature of the horse Jason cleared his throat again and placed the flyer on the counter and pushed it closer to the cook. “Please sir, if you would take a second and just look at his picture. It’s important I find him, our parents are really worried about him and…” 

“What part of never seen ‘em don’t ya get boy!?” The horse snapped harshly. An aggravated tone had crept into his voice. He took another deep inhale of his cigarette burning away over half the small white stick. Then while blowing the thick cloud of smoke out right in the dog’s face he reached down and stubbed out the still burning end of the smoke right in the eye of the picture on the flyer. The smell of cigarette started to mix with the smoldering smell of the paper burning. “I think it’s time ya get on pup.” 

Jason wanted to argue but his instincts and common sense told him it wouldn’t be a smart thing to do. Leaving the smoldering flyer on the counter he stood up and gathered the others. “Alright, I’m going.” He turned to leave but stopped before taking more than a few steps. When he turned around he saw the horse still glaring at him. Another lit smoke in his lips and one of his massive hands resting on his stomach. “Before I leave, I’m also trying to find a bar run by a guy named Don. Do you know where it is?” 

A small smirk tugged at the corner of the Clydesdale’s lips and he suddenly got a lot more talkative. “Oh Don’s bar huh?” He chuckled slightly. “Yeah I know where it’s at, take a left off main then a right onta the dirt road. It’ll take ya about a mile outside of town. Don’s bar is a bit inta the woods out there. Just follow the signs once ya hit the dirt road. Can’t miss it.” 

Jason wanted to ask why he was suddenly so helpful in telling him what he wanted to know, but once again decided against it. Thanking the horse he left the dinner and got back into his car ready to follow the cook’s directions. 

Inside the dinner the large horse chuckled and looked down at the flyer. The hole his last cigarette burned in the picture had gone out. Other than the burnt out eye and a few inches of the face the rest of the image was easy to see. Picking up the piece of paper he blew smoke down at it before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash can. “Good luck with that boy, I’m sure you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for.” Stepping back into the back room he threw his large body into a heavy duty folding chair and clicked on a small beat up radio and began humming along with the music, waiting for the dinner rush to hit. 

Jason had to keep from speeding as he drove down the main road of the town once more. Taking the left as instructed he drove for another five minutes before he managed to spot the turn for the dirt road. Luckily there wasn’t anyone else on the road with him. His car protested driving on the uneven road but the dog ignored his car’s whines and grinding and forced it further and further on. He wasn’t able to go faster than fifteen miles an hour do to the constant whinding between the trees the road made him go. Finally after almost another twenty minutes Jason began to see a faint glowing between the trees. 

Giving it a little more gas he finally broke through the densely packed trees and pulled up to a large parking lot set in front of a large log building. The lot had a decent number of cars parked in it, from his quick glance around he counted at least ten. Pulling into the first spot he found Jason turned off the engine and grabe half the flyers from the back seat. Not bothering to lock his car, the German Shepherd practically ran to the front door of the building.

His feet hardly made a sound as he walked over the very real and very heavy wood planked floor of the stoop leading to the door. This building wasn’t made with cheap lumber like buildings in the city were. Jason wouldn’t of been surprised it the building had been built by the very trees that were cut down to make the clearing the building and parking lot sat in.  When he got to the front door Jason noticed that it was built extra wide and extra tall. It made sense to him. After all, he’d only seen two of the townspeople so far and both of them had been gigantic in size. 

Placing his paw on the door the young canine tried to push it open. It didn’t even budge. The door was made with the same heavy thick wood as the rest of the building was. Putting his shoulder against the door he pushed with all his might. Slowly the heavy door moved inwards until finally there was enough space for him to squeeze through and inside. Taking a moment to catch his breath Jason straightened himself up and gave himself a small shake before moving further inside. The front door lead into a small walkway before opening up into the main room of the bar. 

The inside had a very outdoor type theme to it. Mounted feral animal heads hung on all the walls, Elk horn light holders hung from the ceiling along with large pelts of animal skin hanging like flags. In several spots stood massive stuffed animals including a full feral male Lion and even a stuffed Gorilla. Jason gulped and tried not to look at the almost cringeworthy display of death. Looking around the room again, Jason saw several of the occupants of the bar as they bussied themselves with their conversations and drinks. All of the patrons seemed to be large males of one species or another.  Through the slight haze of smoke filling the room, Jason could make out a large bull or maybe a buffalo in one of the center tables. On either side of him was a pair of rats who looked like they could be father and son or at the very least uncle and nephew. Spread out through the rest of the place sitting mostly on their own were a few other dogs, a burly husky, a grungy looking Doberman and a dirt smeared massive St. Bernard. There were a few others skulking around at the bar but Jason didn’t get a decent enough look at them before noticing that all the noise in the room had suddenly stopped. Looking around again, he noticed that every eye in the place was focused directly on him.   

Gulping hard he tried to fight off the heated blush that was burning the inside of his ears. “Um… Hello!” He said. He cringed as his voice came out squeaky and slightly high pitched. Taking a deep breath he tried to gather his nerves and started again. “I’m looking for Don, I was told I could find him here?” 

The room continued to be silent as a few of the males drank idly from there mugs while others puffed on either cigarettes or cigars. Finally after several awkward moments a small male feline dressed like a server came up to him. He looked no older than eighteen and couldn’t of weighed more than one hundred and seventy pounds. He was about the same height as Jason with maybe just a few inches difference between them. He looked extremely nervous about something. As the younger kid came close to him, Jason was shocked to see that he was actually a Lion but his main had been completely shaved off to make him look more like a female. 

The young server eagerly tugged on his arm and gestured for Jason to follow him. Wondering why he hadn’t spoken and just told him to follow he followed behind the feline. Every eye stayed fixed on him as he was lead through the room and over to the large bar. The lion gestured to a stool that was several feet away from the two other males at the bar. One was another gator like the sheriff, only half as large, and the other was heavy set yet short wolf. They were both wearing only overalls that showed off their bulky bodies. They both smelled heavily of musk, dirt and sun as if they had been plowing a field all day long. 

Jason gave them both a nervous smile which they didn’t return. The fur on the back of his neck stood up slightly as unease crept over him. His instincts were telling him to run but he ignored them and turned back to the still silent lion. “I’m trying to find Don. The sheriff told me I could find him here.” 

Still without saying anything the lion boy held up a finger, the universal sign for “one minute.” Then he vanished leaving Jason alone again. Slowly the bar started returning to normal. The males inside started talking again, although there conversations where in hushed tones and Jason saw them give him strange glances from time to time. He chalked it up to what the sheriff said about the town folk not liking outsiders. Finally after what felt like forever the swinging doors behind the bar opened revealing a short and slim Racoon. Jason stared in shock as the Racoon pulled out a small step stool and used it to see over the bar. 

“I hear you’re looking for me.” His voice was oddly deep for someone so small and it threw Jason for a loop. An irritated look crossed the guys face and he snapped his short clawed fingers in front of the dog’s face. “Hey fuck face! I ain’t got all day to entertain a retard ya want something or what?”

Jason felt his blushing ears grow hotter as he realized he had been gaping. “S-sorry. It’s just… been a long day.” He said trying to cover up his lapse in manners. “I’m looking for my twin brother. I talked to the sheriff and he told me that most everyone who visits this town comes here.” Taking one of the flyers off the top of the pile he placed it on the counter for the Racoon to see. “He’s been missing for about a week or so and I got a package from him the other day with the postmark from this town. Have you seen him?” 

The dark fur over the Raccoon's right eye arched up as he looked down at the photo then back at Jason. The corner of his mouth twitched in either a frown or a smile Jason couldn’t tell. The small mammal picked up the flyer and seemed to study the picture for several moments. “Hmm… Yeah, he did come through here.” 

Jason’s ears perked up at the words and a smile spread over his face. “He did!? That’s great! Did you see where he went, or did he happen to mention where he was going?” Jason was so excited to have confirmation that his brother had been there  that he was starting to speak in a rapid fire pace. 

“Calm the fuck down kid, I said I’d seen ‘em. I didn’t say nothing about knowing where he went.” Don snapped. “He came through here about a week ago but he had car trouble. Said he couldn’t get the thing started and asked to use my phone to call a tow.” 

Jason shivered with excitement and had to take a deep breath to calm down. Yes this was a lead but he wasn’t home free yet. He still had to find out where Jake went after leaving the bar. “Thank you sir, do you know what tow company he called?”
 
Don laughed and even the gator and wolf laughed as well. The wolf leaned back in his stool and whistled at the dog. “Hey boy, the only tow truck round these parts belongs to Bruce. He has a small auto shop a couple miles out.” The wolf chuckled again and tilted his mug of beer to his lips spilling a good portion of it down onto his large belly. 

“That’s great!” Jason almost yipped. If this Bruce guy was the only tow truck in the area then he might know where Jake had gone after towing his car. “What’s his number?” He pulled out his cell phone before groaning. There was no cell service. “Also can I use your phone?” He asked the last question to the bar owner. 

“No need ta call ‘em.” The wolf said. “Ol’ Bruce always swings by here after work. Should be here before long.” 

Jason nodded and let out a small sigh of relief. Finally he was getting somewhere. “Thank you very much. I appreciate the info. What does Bruce look like so I know him when he comes in?” 

This time it was the gator who spoke up. “No worries about that pup, ain't no way ta miss Bruce. But if ya be wanting ta, that booth back there is his normal spot. Why not go have a sit there and when ol’ Brucey gets here he’ll come ta ya.” 

Looking in the direction the gator gestured, Jason saw a large booth set in the back corner of the bar. Nodding his head the canine stood up and thanked the three males before moving to the back booth. When he got there he noticed that the side of the booth facing the rest of the bar had a massive indent in it that was in the perfect shape of a massive rear end. It was another testament to how large the folks in this little town where. Jason started to wonder if there was something in the water that made people here grow bigger than normal. Or maybe it was some special diet they were all on. Deciding that it would be smarter to sit on the other side of the booth, the part that looked like no one had sat in it before, instead of the spot where Bruce obviously sat.

In the end Jason didn’t have to wait too much longer for the aforementioned Bruce to show up. Not more than twenty minutes after he sat down a massive cheer rose up from the small crowd in the bar;

“BRUCE!” 

The call broke the Shepard out of his little daydream he had been in and back to the real world. Turning around in his seat, causing the leather of the booth to squeak and rub, he spotted what had to be the single biggest male of any species he had ever seen! Standing at what had to be close to nine feet tall and looking like he weighed over six hundred pounds of pure pudge, was a gigantic bear. His bulging body was cramped into a pair of oil stained overalls that looked like they where two seconds away from bursting open and exposing the hidden body underneath. Every step the male took sent a hard vibration through the wood floor and sent his body wiggling and jiggling like a sea of flesh and fur. 

Even though it was clear that the guy was made up of seventy percent pudge there was also a good showing of hard muscle hidden beneath it. Not the kind of muscle one would get from spending time at the gym, this was working muscle. It was apparent that Bruce spent a lot of time doing manual labor. His massive stomach lead the way for his body but didn’t sag too much like obese folks stomachs do. It was held firmly by what had to be strong as hell abdominal muscles. His arms also showed their strength as the bear easily made his way through the room physically picking up and moving chairs, with folks still in them, and moving them out of his way. 

The towering mass of bear made his way over to the bar and slapped the wolf and gator on the back before exchanging a few words with them. It wasn’t until the gator gestured over to Jason that the bear turned and looked at his normal sitting spot. A cross look moved over his face before he looked away again. Lowering his voice he spoke a few more words to the two of them before moving on. 

He slowly began making his way over to the back booth, not rushing but obviously he was moving with purpose. He paused only for a moment to grab the young Lion server and growled down at him before letting him go. The kid instantly rushed off behind the bar. Jason could feel the vibrations of the floor growing in intensity the closer and closer Bruce came until finally the guy stopped right next to the booth. He didn’t even look down at the dog before turning around and with a loud grunt followed by an even louder sigh, sat down in the open bench of the booth. There was a massive whoosh of air as the seat compressed. Jason could feel the rush of air hit his legs and a moment later the musky smell of male hit his sensitive nose.  

Having lived with such a sensitive nose all his life he had learned how to ignore most pungent smells. This smell however, there was no ignoring that pungent stench. It was so strong and musky he had to fight the urge to scrunch his nose or gag. Bruce sat across from Jason not speaking a word for which the younger male was very grateful for since it gave him a few moments to get himself in order and shake off the last bit of shock from the bear’s arrival. 

Bruce, meanwhile, busied himself with pulling out a large half smoked half chewed on cigar. Sticking the chewed up end between his teeth he began fishing around in his pockets for a lighter. He grumbled and grunted to himself before finally pulling out a small half used book of matches. Letting out a loud sigh through his nose the bear flicked the matchsticks with his clawed thumb. There was a small hiss followed by the remaining matchies in the book bursting into flame. Lighting his cigar the bear inhaled deeply, his eyes seeming to glow like the burning ember in the cigar. Letting the thick cloud of pungent smoke out through his nose he sighed in a very satisfied manner.

“Sir…” Jason began but was instantly cut off as the towering male slammed his large paw flat on the table. 

Almost instantly, the young lion was there holding a giant frosted mug. Foam dripping down the side of the glass and a bubbling ember liquid fizzing away inside. Taking his cigar with his left paw and lifting the mug with the right, Bruce brought the foaming drink to his large slobber glistening black lips and began to chug. What would of taken a normal male the better part of a half hour to drink, this massive guy drained in less than thirty seconds. Once the mug was empty he slammed the glass back down onto the table and, using the back of his paw, wiped his lips. 

“BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP!” 

A massive wet belch burst out of his gaping maw. Jason could feel small droplets of beer and spit hitting his face. He desperately wanted to wipe them away but was to intimidated to make a move that might upset the guy. The belch seemed to carry on for almost a full minute. He wasn’t bothering to try and turn his head away either. The full blast of the humid beer reeking stomach gasses was hitting Jason square in the face. This time there was no keeping his nose from wrinkling. The stench was even starting to make his eyes water and he was soon forced to turn his own face away and began coughing into the crook of his arm. 

Finally, the bear closed his maw and let out a massive sigh of satisfaction before sticking the cigar back between his jaws. The young lion, who hadn’t left the table side since he set the beer down, quickly took the large mug away and in no time at all had returned with another one and an ashtray. He stood back from the table for a moment or two before apparently being dismissed with a twitch of the bear’s thick pinky finger. 

The two sat in silence for a moment longer, Jason hesitant to try speaking again and Bruce just eyeing the small dog through beedy eyes. After several minutes the silence was broken;

“Greg and Bill said you’re wanting to ask me something about another dog that came by here a while back.” The words sounded like they should be a question, but the way the bear said them made it sound like it was pure fact and that was that. 

Gulping slightly Jason nodded his head. “Y-yes s-sir.” He stuttered out. “I’m looking for my brother you see.” He paused putting another one of the flyers on the table between them. “I got a package from him with the post mark for this town you see. Our folks are really worried and I think something really bad has happened to him.”  

Bruce raised furry eyebrow ridge and took a slightly smaller chug of his new beer. “Why ya think that?” He asked. “Maybe he’s just off running around the woods or something. Exploring all the cracks and crevices we got here.” A gleam of amusement shown in Bruce’s beady eyes and he even chuckled to himself. “What makes you think something bad happened to him?” 

Jason growled slightly despite himself. “Because he sent me this!” He snapped reaching into his pocket and pulling out the necklace that had been sent to him. “I gave this thing to him when we were kids and he hasn’t gone a day without it since then. He wouldn’t take it off let alone mail it all the way to me if there wasn’t something wrong.” He stopped before he devolved into a rant and took a long slow breath. “I’m sorry, it’s just. He’s my brother. Even though we’re twins I’ve always been the one to look out for him. I can feel it, something isn’t right. He needs my help and as far as I know you where the last one to see him in this town.” Jason could feel his eyes burning slightly and he really didn’t want to burst into tears in front of this obviously macho alpha male. Reaching into his pants pocket he pulled out his dented and half gone pack of smokes. Lighting one up he took a deep drag on the small stick and let the cloud of smoke out slowly. “Please, any information you can give me about where he went or what he said would be really helpful.” 

The bear brought the mug of beer back up to his lips and eyed the dog as he drank heavily again. Smacking his lips he placed one of his massive paws on his belly and seemed to be thinking. A smile spread over his face and he nodded once to himself. “Alright kid, I’ll tell ya what I know.” Jason leaned forward eagerly, his ears perked up and his tail lightly thumping against the seat. With a herculien effort, Bruce hefted his massive body out of the booth. Jerking his head he said; “Follow me out back, it’s quieter out there.” 

Without thinking twice Jason jumped up and out of the booth pausing only long enough to stamp out his half smoked cigar. He followed behind Bruce his body shivering with excitement at hopefully finding out what happened to Jake. The bruin lead the way through a backdoor that let out into a small back parking lot that was obviously meant for deliveries and even for the bar's staff to sneak away for a few moments of relaxation. At the moment the area was completely empty. The buzzing of insects was loud in the still night and Jason couldn’t hear a single thing coming from inside the building. 

Bruce led him a little way further along the back of the building until they were out of sight of the back door. Stopping he ground out the the cigar on the side of the building. It left a dark black mark in the wood next to several other identical marks. Obviously not the first time the action had happened. Turning away from the marks Jason looked up into the face of the towering bear and smiled slightly. 

“Alright, what can you tell me about Jake?” He asked.   

A deep chuckle rumbled out of Bruce’s chest as he looked down at the gullible canine. “Don’t ya know mutt? Nothing in this world comes free. You want me to do something for you, then you’ll need ta do something for me first.” Bruce brought his cigar up to his lips and clamped his teeth onto it. He could see a confused and irritated look cross the Shepard’s muzzle which only heightened his amusement. Obviously the kid wasn’t getting it yet. Deciding to give him another hint the large bear reached down to his bulging crotch and gave it a few rubs and a grope. 

Jason’s eyes followed the movement and watched the larger male touch himself. His mind worked over the words and the motion and it took a moment before he got what Bruce was hinting at. His face scrunched up into one of disgust and shock. “You want me to blow you!?” He gasped out.  “That’s sick and disgusting!” 

Bruce only chuckled some more before blowing out a large cloud of smoke down in the kid's face. “Hey, you’re the one who wants information. If you really care about finding out where your brother is then it’s a small price to pay ain’t it?” 

Jason looked up at the bear in shock. He couldn’t believe that he was in this sort of situation. He never expected he’d have to do something so degrading just to find his dumb brother. Part of him thought about abandoning Jake to whatever dumb situation he’d gotten himself into. Unfortunately that side of him didn’t last very long. Jason knew that no matter what he could never just leave Jake hanging. Until he knew that his brother was safe then he would do whatever it took to find him. Even something like what this backwoods bear wanted him to do. 

Sucking in a deep breath, noticing once more the very musky smell coming from Bruce’s overwhelming body, he nods his head with trepidation. “Alright fine, I’ll do it. But I swear if you don’t follow up on your end of the deal then so help me…!”

“Calm down pup, I promise. Once you’re done I’ll tell ya what happened to your brother. Heck, I’ll even show ya the last place I saw him whole and alive.” He chuckled and seeing the look of shock and the outburst about to happen he added. “Before ya go yellin’ and screaming relax, that’s just an expression.” 

Jason shut his mouth slowly and glared at the the bear, he didn’t appreciate that expression in light of everything going on. He was already worried about Jake being lost and possible hurt in the woods, now he was also picturing him chopped to pieces in some psychos cabin. A shiver of unease rushed through his body and he had to shake himself a bit to get right of the cold tingles.  

“Let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled once he was feeling somewhat normal again. 

Bruce chuckled. “If ya say so boy, but remember it ain’t finished till I’ve unloaded in that pretty mouth of yours. An I expect ya to swallow every drop I give ya.” 

Jason felt the bile rise slightly in his throat and he had to gulp several times to force it back down. He was really not looking forward to doing this, and he hoped that he would be able to put it behind him once it was over. Feeling the heavy weight of the bear’s paw resting on his shoulder, Jason looked up into the beady eyes of the bear. Taking the hint he sunk down onto his knees and shuffled forward slightly so that he was just inches away from the massive bulge in Bruce’s overalls. 

“Go on boy, nuzzle right on up ta’ my big boy. He needs a little coaxing to wake him up to play.” The deep rumbling voice spoke down at him. 

Feeling his ears burning Jason breathed in deep, the air heavy with bear musk. Closing his eyes he leaned forward until he could feel the rough fabric of the overalls pressing against his nose and lips. He could feel a slight wetness from where he assumed the cock head was. Shuddering he pressed his face harder against the growing bulge. Feeling that heavy paw resting on the back of his head he suddenly found himself being pushed even harder into the bulging crotch. 

“Come on boy! Get in there and show him ya wanna play!” Bruce snapped as he continued to grind Jason’s face into his musky crotch. Letting out a long low moan the bruin began humping against the canines face. His shaft growing thicker and longer with each passing second. “Ahh, damn that feels good. Been a little while since I’ve had such a cute little play thing.” 

The words combined with the action was making Jason feel more and more embarrassed. He was feeling like a common whore. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest and he wanted to pull away. Placing his paws on the bear’s massive thighs he started trying to push himself away. Bruce wasn’t allowing it though and only forced his face harder into his crotch. Jason’s nose and mouth were so tightly pressed against the musky bulge and rough fabric that it was starting to get hard to breath. 

His lungs burned slightly and he could see small white spots dancing around his eyes. The bear either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he just continued to hump and grind himself against the dog’s face. Slowly, Jason felt his arms starting to weaken. His grip on the large thighs slipped and his arms hung limply by his side. His vision was going dark and his mind was starting to fog over. From the distance he could hear a low deep chuckling before the pressure at the back of his head vanished and he fell onto his back. Cool life saving air rushed into his starving lungs and he gasped and instantly started to cough. His vision was still blurry but he could make out the large blob shape of Bruce standing over him. 

“Hur hur hur, enjoy that pup?” The words came in foggy and hard to recognize. Jason couldn’t do more than lay on his back panting as he tried to clear his mind and regain control of his body. “I know I sure did, got me riled up nice a hard too.” The blob, which had now begun to get a bit more solid, began shifting around. The blue coveralls fell away exposing the massive forest of brown fur. Bruce’s large belly hung low over what looked like a massive pole of hard flesh and a pair of massive grapefruit sized balls. 

Bruce crouched down and harshly began stripping the dog out of his clothing. He wasn’t overly careful and managed to rip the shirt in two and busted out the zipper on the pants. He simply chuckled and admired the now stark naked canine that lay in the dirt before him. Licking over his dark rubbery lips he gripped his massive shaft and started to stroke it. The thick foreskin that covered his bulbous head slid back and forth sending waves of intense pleasure through the bear’s body. He moaned as he felt the thick pre being forced from his dark purple cock head. 

As he continued to jerk his massive shaft he gathered a good portion of pre onto his fingers. Deciding that it wouldn’t be enough he sucked on his tongue a bit until he had gathered a good amount of pungent spit on his tongue. Without any bit of finesse Bruce spit the thick glob of saliva into his paw and rubbed over his shaft once more spreading it over the thick hard flesh. Grinning evilly down at the panting dog he used his knees to push Jason’s legs open exposing his sheath, balls and tight pink hole. 

“Mmm… This is going to be sweet.” He said, more to himself than the dog who was finally starting to regain his senses. Grabbing the base of his shaft, Bruce aligned his flared cock head up with the tiny pink pucker.  

Jason finally was able to focus his vision enough to look down and see just what the bear had in mind. “N-no… please.” He weakly begged. Trying to shut his legs he found that they were firmly held open by the massive male’s thighs. “This… this wasn’t part of the deal.” 

“Deal’s change boy.” The bear growled carefully rocking his hips making his pulsing cock head press against the kids hole but not breaching it just yet. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. Your brother sure as shit did.” 

That got Jason’s attention. He looked at Bruce with new clarity. “You, you raped my brother!?” 

A mighty laugh busted out of Bruce’s chest. The action sent his large stomach shaking and jiggling like crazy. “Rape!?” He barked. “Wasn’t no rape involved, your little bitch of a brother practically begged me ta fuck him once I came to get his car. Couldn’t even wait for me to take him back to my place. Had me pull over on the side of the road and fuck him like a two dollar whore!” 

The harshly spoken words sent Jason into a small shock. He knew that his brother was gay, and he knew that he was kind of a slut. But to let some backwater stranger have his way with him on the side of the road? “Wha-what did you do to him?” Jason asked finally. “Where is Jake?” 

Bruce’s laughing fit slowly calmed down and he wiped a tear from his eye. “Don’t worry boy, I promised ta show you the last place I saw him and I will. Once I see if a tight hot ass runs in your family!” 

Without another word, Bruce re-aligned his cock head with Jason’s hole. This time when he pushed in, he didn’t stop. Clenching his teeth, Bruce growled and forced his massive cock head into Jason’s too tight tail hole. Throwing back his head, Jason let out a scream that was quickly silenced by one of Bruce’s massive paws. 

“None of that now boy. You don’t wanna attract any of these dirty fuckers do you?” Bruce asked bending over Jason’s body, the head of his shaft still buried just inside of his tail hole. “Some of these folks ain’t as nice as I am, and from the way they was eyeing you in there I’m sure many of them would love to make you choke on their hogs while stuffing your ass like a wild pig.”  

Jason slowly stopped his muffled screaming. Making eye contact with Bruce for a moment he saw that the bear was infact telling the truth. If he drew attention to himself in this sort of situation, there would be nothing stopping every male inside the bar coming out and using him in any way they wanted. A tear formed in the corner of his eye. Nodding and whimpering slightly he tried to relax his body enough to accept the bear’s thick meat. 

“Good boy.” Bruce chuckled giving Jason’s cheek a few pats. “Now just do as I say without screaming or complaining and this whole thing will go much easier alright?” 

“Alright.” His voice came out in a whimper. “Just, go slow and easy.” 

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Go slow and easy what?” 

The question stumped Jason, his mind wasn’t exactly clear at the moment. “Go slow and easy… please?” He said. The bear continued to look down at the dog with a look that said all too clearly that there was more he wanted the kid to say.

“Sir.” Bruce said after several moments of Jason not saying anything. “Go slow and easy please sir.” 

Jason felt his ears lower and if he didn’t have a four hundred pound bear squatting over him his tail would of curled between his legs. “Please sir… go slow and easy on me.” 

Bruce nodded his head. “Good boy.” He gave his cheek another few pats, as if he was a common house pet who had managed to do a trick right the first time. “Keep obeying me and I might go easy on you. Now push out like you’re trying ta shit.” 

Jason wanted to ask why but one stern look from Bruce had him thinking twice about that. Instead he scrunched up his face and began to push. To his amazement the bear’s massively thick length slid in several inches. Clenching his teeth Jason tried not to yell as the intruding log of hot bear meat invaded his insides. Having never done this sort of thing before Jason thought that his tail hole was being ripped open. Tears streamed down his face as Bruce continued to force more and more of himself inside. 

Jason could hear the blood rushing in his ears and just past that he could hear the low grunting and growling coming from the mighty bear above him. The more and more of that ungodly shaft that was forced into him, the more of the bear’s weight Jason began to feel resting on top of his body. The large blubbery belly Bruce was so obviously proud of finally came to rest fully on top of Jason as the last few thick inches of the bear’s shaft where shoved deep inside his hole. 

“Oooh fuck yeah boy!” Bruce moaned out, his thick shaft pulsing inside the almost too tight no longer virgin hole. “You’re ass sure does feel better than your bitch brothers’ did. He must of gotten railed a shit tone cause I slid inside without a bit of trouble.” He chuckled making his massive belly bounce up and down on top of Jason’s mid section. Looking down Bruce laughed again. “Look at you, I can hardly see ya buried under my big ol’ belly!

Grabbing hold of the underside of his stomach, Bruce began hefting it up and down making the whole massive thing bounce over and over again. For Jason it felt like a boulder was constantly being smashed down onto his small frail body. Each time the large mound of hard flesh fell onto him, Jason could feel his breath being forced from his lungs. His eyes watered even more and he felt light headed. He tried to beg the bear to stop but couldn’t hold his breath in for longer than a moment or two before it was forced back out again.   

This went on for what felt like hours to Jason, but in truth was only a minute or two. When Bruce finally stopped bouncing his belly Jason’s entire torso felt battered and bruised. His lungs hurt every time he took a breath. He whimpered slightly and he could still feel the burning full sensation of the shaft buried what felt like two feet inside him. He let out a small gasp as that same shaft started to pull out of him. He hoped that the bear had finished having his fun and was going to let him up. That hope was dashed to bits however. Bruce’s cock only pulled out of him a few inches before being forcibly slammed back in. Jason yelped as loud as he could, which granted wasn’t very loud at all, as he felt the burning thick length spear through his insides once more. The massive furry testicals smashed into his ass with the force of wrecking balls. 

A small part of the dog’s mind thought that he could even feel and hear the thick cum sloshing around inside those gigantic balls. Another gasp left his muzzle as once more the shaft began to pull out of him. This time it pulled out a bit more before being slammed back in with the force of a speeding train. Jason shut his eyes to try and block out everything that was going on, but a harsh slap across his muzzle forced his eyes open again. Bruce was glaring down at him while still slowly thrusting his shaft in and out. 

“Eye’s on me boy.” He growled bringing his massive paw back down to grip Jason’s hip. With his new grip on the dog’s hips the bear began pulling him into each thrust he gave. This forced his shaft in even deeper and heightened his pleasure. 

Brucie’s large thick tongue started to hang from his large powerful jaws as his lust grew more and more. His thick shaft was swelling to twice its size and pre was flowing out of his cock head like a river. By this point he had managed to loosen up Jason’s tight tail hole enough that he could pull his cock out almost all the way before slamming it back in full force. His large stomach resting on top of the pup insured that he wasn’t moving anywhere Bruce didn’t want him to go. Not that he would get far anyway. Not many could get up and walk away from the bear after he had pounded into them a few times. The odds a virgin could do it was pretty much zero. 

Brucie’s pace slowly began to pick up the longer he plowed into Jason’s rear end. Bruce had to slow down a few times in order to slap the dog back into paying attention to what was going on. He wanted to make sure the kid watched every moment of this. There was no fun in fucking a limp body after all. Grabbing hold of Jason’s legs, Bruce lifted them up as far as he could and began ramming into him faster than ever before. In this one moment, the bear wished his belly wasn’t so big. The only reason being because he wanted to see the dogs tight pink pucker wrapped tightly around his massive shaft as he fucked into him. 

It was a sight he would have to go without seeing however and all things considered he was more than ok with that. Letting out a long loud moan, Bruce focused back on what he was doing. The dog under him was panting hard and Bruce was sure that he could feel the canine’s cock rock hard and leaking under his belly. Chuckling he smiled down at Jason. 

“Looks like you’re enjoying this after all pup.” He said harshly. He started grinding his belly down onto the dog’s shaft more and more. 

Jason began to whine and moan, now they sounded more like moans of pleasure compared to the ones of pain he had been letting out before. This was exactly what Bruce had been waiting for. Shifting his weight slightly he pulled the dog tighter against his crotch and doubled his force and speed. Bruce could feel his climax approaching quickly. His cock continued to swell in size and pre flowed even heavier out of his cock slit. A deep rumbling growl began to build in his chest and his vision started to grow fuzzy with pleasure. 

“Here  it comes bitch boy!” He huffed out slamming his hips forward a few more times. Bending down over his fuck toy, Bruce felt the drool starting to leak from his mouth as he panted heavily. 

Finally hitting the point of no return, Bruce let out a massive animalistic roar and buried every thick pulsing inch of his shaft inside Jason’s tight rectum. His cock head flared and began spilling out rope after thick rope of hot musky bear cum. The bear’s massive balls were pulled up tightly against his body as they jerked slightly sending more and more of his potent cream up his large shaft and deep inside the canine. Bruce could vaguely feel the hot sperm swirling around his shaft as it filled up every inch of empty space inside Jason’s bowles. In no time at all there was no room left for the seed to go. It started to force its way out around Bruce’s shaft and leaked out of Jason’s hole. The thick cum dripped down along the canines furry rear and started dripping into the dirt. 

Bruce’s belly and chest pulsed up and down with the force of his powerful breathing as he tried to catch his breath. His shaft continued to pulse inside the dog’s rear but the force behind it had slowed a decent amount. The cum was now oozing out of the cock head instead of shooting out like a cannon. Resting back on his hunches, Bruce let out a long low sigh of satisfaction. He wanted nothing more than to light up a cigar and get back to his waiting mug of cold beer. Tilting his head slightly and looking down at the spent Shepeard still pinned and panting under his mighty belly he remembered that there was one other thing he wanted at the moment before returning to his booth. 

His stomach growled and rumbled in agreement to Bruce’s thoughts and he chuckled patting it lovingly. “Easy big boy, you’ll get your turn here soon.” He told his stomach, it growled and gurgled in reply. 

Jason was to out of it at the moment to hear the conversation Bruce was having with his stomach. He also was too far gone to register the rumbling above him as the bear’s stomach growling from hunger. He tried to speak several times but all that came out was a series of unintelligent mumbles and groans. Bruce stayed buried to the hilt inside Jason for several more minutes. His shaft was slowly starting to soften and he wanted to make sure the dog’s ass milked out every drop it could from his cock. 

After almost five minutes the bear slowly pulled his spent shaft out of Jason’s abused hole completely. Lifting the dog’s legs and almost bending the kid over on himself, Bruce looked down at the gaping, red and puffy hole he had just destroyed. A steady stream of his thick cum was leaking out of it and he couldn’t help but press two of his fingers into the gaping hole. Jason gasped and groaned as his overly sensitive hole was teased and played with by the bear’s rough fingers. He whimpered and bit at his bottom lip. 

“P-please…” He managed to finally speak. “Please s-sir…” 

“Shh, easy now pup.” Bruce cooed in what could almost be mistaken for a caring tone. “Papa bear knows what you want.” 

A wicked smile spread over his muzzle as Bruce brought his cum soaked fingers to Jason’s panting mouth. Without thinking twice about it, Jason wrapped his lips around the probing fingers. His tongue swirled around the slime coated digits and he sucked lightly. The bitter taste of bear spunk washed over his tongue. He started to sputter and cough as the thick goo tickled at the back of his throat. Bruce just kept his fingers inside the dog’s muzzle forcing him to suck, lick and swallow every drop off his thick fingers. 

“There’s a good boy, slurp up all of papa bear’s cum.” Bruce cooed some more. Once his fingers were cleaned of cum he reached back to Jason’s tail hole and scooped out some more. Bruce continued to force feed Jason the cum leaking from his ass until he reached into the hole and couldn’t find anymore without burning his fist deep into the dog’s rear. “Well pup, looks like I’m all done stuffin ya.” 

Bruce smiled and stood up. He grunted as he hefted up his large frame but he was strong enough and practiced enough that it wasn’t to difficult. Bending back down he grabbed Jason under his arms and hefted him up as well. He didn’t put him on his feet, like the dog was expecting. Instead he lifted him up all the way until they were face to face. Jason’s eyes were still a bit hazed over but he was starting to regain his mental clarity. He stared at Bruce’s smirking face and tried to focus his eyes. 

“Jake… where is… Jake?” He panted out his chest heaving up and down.

Bruce’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Alright boy, a deal's a deal. I’ll show ya where I last saw your brother.” 

With that Bruce licked over his black rubbery lips smearing a thick layer of slobber over them. Jason’s eyes widened in terror as he watched the bear’s jaws open. They stretched apart further than what should of been possible. By the time the bear finished, his mouth was gaping so wide it looked like it could easily fit Jason’s entire head and shoulders inside. The dog started struggling but in his weakened state he could do little more than press his paws against Bruce’s chest and swing his legs weakly. 

“Wha-what are you doing!?” He panted out. “You promised… you promised to show me where you last saw my b-brother.” 

Bruce chuckled again. “And I am keeping my promise, I’m showing you exactly where I last saw your brother whole and alive. Granted, he isn’t that way any more. Flushed him down a few days ago.” Bruce smiled and licked his massive tongue over Jason’s shocked and confused face. “The tanks been running on empty ever since I had your tasty brother. I was just considering looking for a new meal when I was told you was here looking for him. Figured two birds, one belly.” 

The bear chuckled again and licked over Jason’s face once more causing the dog to sputter and spit as some of the bear’s pungent saliva forced its way into his mouth. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This massive mountain of a bear was claiming that he had eaten and digested his brother.  Jason couldn’t bring himself to believe such a thing. No one could swallow a person whole… could they?

A blast of hot and humid air hit Jason square in the face.  The burning tinge of alcohol made his eyes water and his nose start to run. Refocusing on what was going on, the dog was just in time to watch the wet purple flesh of Bruce’s throat open wide exposing the dark slobber slicked passage beyond. A massive belch followed quickly after and another blast of hot rank air hit Jason in the face. He could smell the beer and cigar that Bruce had ingested earlier. As he watched, through tear leaking eyes, the throat close back up he gulped hard and felt the tears start to fall down his face again. 

“B-but w-what about the package?” He asked, more to himself than to the bear. “Who sent me the package?” 

Bruce paused and closed his mouth. “Oh, that… I mailed it.” He licked over his lips collecting the drool that had been spilling from his gaping maw. “Before I ate your brother I told him that he could request one thing, besides not being eaten, and I would do it if I was able to. He asked me to mail that fruity little necklace off.” The bear shrugged his shoulder. “I didn’t ask who it was being sent to or nothing honestly I didn’t care. Had I know it was going to bring me another tasty meal then I would of been much more interested.” 

Jason was once more stunned to hear what the bear had to say. He had been the one who sent the package this whole time. On top of what he said about his brother. Jason felt like he had been deliberately drawn to this backwater town for the single purpose of ending up in the clutches of this over weight bear. Again, Jason started trying to wiggle his way out of Bruce’s grip. But the bear was to strong and he was far too weak from the brutal pounding he had taken just moments before. 

“Now now little snack, none of that. Wouldn’t want you tired out before you get into my big belly would we?” Bruce chidded like Jason was a small child asking for a cookie before dinner. “If you behave then I’ll do the same for you I did with your brother. You can ask for something and if I am able to I’ll do it for you.” 

Jason didn’t hesitate, hawking up a wad of spit he spat right in Bruce’s face. “Fuck you!” 

Bruce didn’t move to wipe the spit away, instead he let out a small sigh and shook his head. “Alright, fine. Have it your way. I was going to try and make the trip pleasant for you, but if you’re going to act like an ungrateful little shit…” 

Adjusting his grip so that his massive paw was holding firmly to the scruff of Jason’s neck and his other paw moved down to cup the dog’s rear. Bruce lifted Jason up even higher until the canine’s foot paws were level with the bear’s maw. Taking a moment to sniff at the dog’s feet, Bruce hummed and licked his lips noisily. 

“Normally I would of also let you decide which way you go down, head or feet first. But I think I’ll start down here. That way you can watch each little bit of you sliding down into my hungry belly!” Bruce teased. 

Tilting his head back he opened his mouth again, not quite as wide this time, and using his large ursine tongue grabbed hold of both of Jason’s feet and pulled them into his wet humid maw. Instantly he started to moan as his tongue slobbered over and between the digits of the dog’s feet. Jason wiggled and tried to pull his feet out of the bear’s mouth but the jaws and lips wrapped around his ankles were too strong. 

Bruce slobbered noisily over the dog’s feet and even started sucking on them like lollipops. Once he had sucked and licked every bit of flavor from the dog’s feet he pushed his tongue up to the roof of his mouth guiding the feet to the back of his throat. Once he felt the tips of the toes touch his throat he smiled around his mouth full. Starring Jason right in the eyes, Bruce gulped heavily. His throat opened up and the wiggling feet of the dog’s entered the slimy passage. The walls of the throat instantly clamped down around the bear’s meal holding onto the feet tightly. Jason’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the tight grip of the throat. 

Trying again to pull his feet free he found that he couldn’t budge them an inch. They were held firmly in place. “N-no… Please, you can’t!” 

The words only made Bruce chuckle as his tongue started to explore the new area of his meal. The dog’s calves, firm and muscled they tasted delicious and made Bruce’s mouth water even more. Small streams of saliva started leaking from his lips as he slurped and sucked over his tasty treat. Again once every bit of flavor was swept away by his thick tongue, Bruce locked eyes with Jason and gulped heavily sending the dog into his throat up to the knees.

Now a quarter of the way down the bear’s throat, Jason started shouting for help. Having gotten back some of his strength he managed to raise his voice a decent amount. He was slightly surprised that Bruce wasn’t trying to silence him but he didn’t care. He just continued to yell and scream hoping to get the attention of anyone in the bar or around it.  While he screamed his head off, Jason continued to watch in horror as inch after inch of his body was swallowed down the bear’s massive gullet. It was a testament to how massive Bruce was that the portion of the dog’s body that was down his throat was hardly making a bulge in his beefy neck. The loose fur and flesh that hung from the bear’s neck covered up any bulging or wiggling Jason’s legs might be doing. 

“Mmmm…” Bruce moaned as he gulped again taking Jason’s hips into his might maw. His jaws easily opened wide enough to suck them in. 

As soon as the dog’s rear entered his mouth Bruce’s tongue went straight to the gaping tail hole he had crammed full of his cock and cum only moments before. He could still taste the faint hint of his spunk that clung to the abused hole. Forcing his thick tongue into the hole he heard the dog suck in a breath in shock and then moan in pleasure. Jason’s shaft had shrunk and sunk back into his protective sheath once Bruce had told him the fate of his brother. But with the bear’s skilled tongue in his hole he the bear could feel it starting to stir and poke its way out to press against the roof of his mouth. 

Had the dog not been so rude and spit in his face, Bruce would've considered sucking and licking the dog’s tail hole and cock until he blew the last load of his life. But with the dog behaving badly the bear decided that teasing was all he was going to do. Not wanting to risk setting the mutt off in an orgasm. Bruce tilted his head back and gulped. His throat opened up again and with the help of gravity he swallowed the dog down past his waist. His lips sealing around Jason’s lower abdomen. The sudden rush of warm moist flesh over his sensitive cock and exposed tail hole made Jason moan and gasp in pleasure. 

His eyes fluttered closed slightly and he wanted so badly to blow his load. But he was unable to thrust his hips enough to get any sort of friction. “P-please… let me g-go.” He begged breathlessly. A deep chuckle rumbled from Bruce’s chest and vibrated up Jason’s entire body. He whimpered and whined as the bear started tasting and sucking on his hips and waist. The tongue smearing drool along his lower back. “P… PLEASE! SOMEONE! H-HELP ME!” 

The Shepherd called out once more. The sound of a door banging open made the half eaten dog jerk and he began looking around trying to see who was near by. He called out again and again begging the unknown fur to come help him. After several moments a familiar voice rang out;

“Who da fuck is making all that racket!?” From around the corner just barely coming into his line of sight was the sheriff Jason had first met when he got to town. Jason blew out a breath of relief, He didn’t notice that Bruce was still sucking and licking over his body getting ready to take another deep gulp. 

“Please sheriff!” Jason panted out waving one paw while the other pressed against Bruce’s lower jaw trying to stop his descent. “You’ve gotta help me! This fucking guy is crazy! He’s trying to eat me and he says he ate my brother too!” 

The dog continued to rant and push against the bear’s jaw. The gator grunted taking in the sight of the massive Bruce with half the canine hanging from his jaws. The gator sucked on his tongue for a second before hawking a wad of phlegm up and spitting it on the ground. 

“Bruce, what da fuck ya doing that out here for?” The sheriff asked. “There’s a bar full of folks who would enjoy watching ya work! Or at least they would of enjoyed having a crack at the bitches ass like they did with the other one!” 

Jason stopped his struggling and stared in shock at the sheriff. ‘I couldn’t of heard that right…’ He thought to himself. “Wh-what did you say?” 

The sheriff just ignored Jason and came over to stand in front of Bruce. He hummed low in his chest and ran his scaly hand over Jason’s body and then down over Bruce’s throat. Jason could feel the gator’s hand squeezing over the small bump he made under all that loose fur. 

“Mmm damn, I bet this city boy tasted nice doesn’t he Bruce?” The sheriff asked.

With his mouth full all Bruce could do was nod his head slightly. Jason could feel his heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst from his chest. He couldn’t imagine what he had done wrong in his life to deserve this sort of outcome. He had always been a good caring person. Always did as he was told and helped people who asked for it. Yet here he was, half eaten by a massive beast of a bear, with an alligator who was suppose to uphold the law not caring that he was literally being eaten alive. 

“P-please…” Jason whimpered out. “Please help me…” 

The gator turned slightly to look at the canine for the first time since stepping outside. He grunted slightly and shook his head again. “Mouthy little thing ain’t he?” He said which only made Jason’s ears droop in defeat. “I tell ya what Bruce, I was sore tempted to make him a snack of mine when he first came into the station earlier tonight. Would of done it too had he not looked like and showed my that picture of the mutt ya had your hand’s on last week.” The gator’s massive grin grew wider as he looked off lost in his thoughts. One of his hands reached down to rub over his bulging crotch. “Mmm fuck, he was a fine peice of ass, and he could suck a cock like no ones business.” 

Bruce nodded his head slightly before tilting his head back again and gulping. Jason gasped feeling his body being dragged down even deeper. The paw that had been pressing against the bear’s lower jaw slipped in the slick drool that had gathered around his fingers. His arm slipped inside and he slid in up to his chest. With his right arm pinned inside the bear’s maw and his lefts one hanging outside of it Jason knew there was no way he could save himself now. 

Bruce’s tongue started up again. It licked and explored every inch of fur and flesh that the new section of Jason’s body provided. His maw filled with drool again and dripped out the corners of his mouth to fall onto his massive belly. Jason wiggled and shifted trying to do anything he could to slow his descent. It was after a particular wiggle he felt his toes slipping through an unbelievably tight section of Bruce’s insides. He paused shock rushing through him. He knew what had just happened. 

Wiggling his toes around in the empty space, Jason could feel the humid air inside the chamber. “Oh, fuck…” He whispered to himself. 

The realization of what was happening seemed to hit him again only much harder. His feet had just broken through the barrier between Bruce’s throat and his stomach. It was really happening, he was being swallowed whole and alive. Being sent down the fat bear’s throat to stew and digest in his bloated belly. He gasped and began struggling again. His one free arm pressing against Bruce’s nose and shoving harshly trying to push himself out. A deep rumbling chuckle distracted came from close to the dog’s ear. 

“Hehe, boy’s still got some fight in ‘em I see.” The sheriff chuckled. He placed his massive scaly hand on Jason’s head and ruffled his head fur. “Ain’t that cute? He thinks he can still get out.” 

Jason tried to ignore the gator’s harsh words but another hard gulp from Bruce told him that the sheriff’s words were true. The dog slipped further down the bear’s throat. His body now in all the way to the shoulders. His left arm was forced up above his head and he couldn’t bend his head far enough to see anything other than the sky above him, the sheriff beside him, or the side of the bar on his other side. Bruce’s massive paw left his scruff and cupped the back of his head. Despite himself Jason nuzzled slightly into the large warm paw. 

A deep rumbling gulp sounded practically in his ear. Jason felt his body start to slide over the thick tongue again. All that remained outside was his head and left arm. The bear’s large paw rubbed over the back of the dog’s head a few times until he opened his jaws wide. Crinkling his head as much as he could, Jason looked into the gaping maw with horror filled wide eyes. He could see the dark flesh of Bruce’s throat wrapped tightly around his devoured body. He could feel his legs pushing through the opening to the bear’s stomach. He knew that this was the end for him and now, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that Jake had taken the exact same trip he was taking now. Closing his eyes, Jason whimpered slightly. 

“Glurk!” 

The gulp rang like cannon fire. His body slid down. The thick slimy tongue slowly rustled over the back of his neck. He could feel it curling over the crown of his head and it started to push him in further aiding his descent. Twisting his head around as much as he could, Jason saw his arm still sticking out of Bruce’s jaws along with the last rays of light he would ever see. All this framed by the bear’s large sharp teeth. He could feel more and more of his lower body slipping into the bear’s waiting stomach. His feet pressing against the floor of the fleshy prison and his knees starting to enter it. 

Darkness descended around him and he looked in time to see the jaws closing around his arm. For a moment, he feared Bruce would bite his arm off. It didn’t happen though but he could still feel the pointed tips pressing through the fur and against his hot skin. He tried to cry for help but stopped after his mouth got filled with thick musky bear slobber. 

“Mmmm…” Bruce hummed around the kids head feeling the vibrations from the action through his meals head. Smacking his lips slightly the bear sucked on Jason’s head and arm trying to savor the last bit of his meal. He knew that after this next swallow the kid would be tucked away, his belly would stretch only slightly to accommodate the boy. 

Bruce wasn’t worried about the mutt fitting or stuffing him to much. He had been doing this long enough to know what his limits were and he knew that even with the boy packed away in his gut he could still fit another living meal along with a couple dozen burgers and plenty of beer if he wanted to. A sudden pressure against his lips made Bruce snap out of his food induced daydream. Looking in front of him, he saw the sheriff’s own face and muzzle press right up against his own. There lips just barely touching. Bruce gave the gator a cross look and grunted his disapproval. 

With a playful smirk and a wink, the gator opened his jaws to reveal the dog’s slobber soaked arm resting on his tongue. Pulling away the sheriff smacked his jaws and licked over his teeth and lips. “Sorry Bruce, couldn’t help but having a taste of da kid before ya slurped him up like a noodle.” 

Bruce chuckled and a moment later, that is exactly what he did. His throat opened wide and he gulped. Puckering his lips he slurped and sucked Jason’s gator slobber soaked arm into his jaws. Placing one paw on his throat and the other on his belly Bruce gulped again for the last time sending the last little bit of the canine down his throat and into his waiting hungry belly. 

Jason gasped despite himself as the tongue he was resting on suddenly pushed upwards. His head was squeezed towards the back of the mouth and he could hear the gulp before it happened. The smooth wet flesh of the throat slid over his face with ease. There was no stopping this nightmarish ride down. The squelching sounds of the throat as it passed over him made him want to cry, and when he passed the heavy thumping of the bear’s heart he almost lost his mind. 

Jason didn’t know how much time had passed between that last swallow and him emptying out fully inside the tightly packed stomach. It felt like hours but couldn’t of been more than a few seconds. His body was forced to curl up into a tight ball. Despite how large the stomach looked from the outside the inside was tight with hardly any room to wiggle around. It was hot, muggy and smelled foul. Jason’s overly sensitive nose was overwhelmed with all the scents inside the bear's stomach. Besides the reek of beer, cigar and half digested food from the day, there was the smell of the stomach juices and god only knew what else. 

The walls around him pulsed and shifted as they slowly started to secret the vile stomach juices that would at some point start to painfully break down his body. His only hope was that he would suffocate long before that happened. Suddenly the little bit of air that was in the stomach with him rushed out and Jason could faintly hear the distinct sound of Bruce letting out a massive belch. It was soon followed by a series of thunderuse bangs all around him. Jason didn’t know what that was but he assumed the bear was patting his now dog filled stomach and bathing in the afterglow of his meal. 

“HHHHHEEEELLLPPPP!” He called weakly. “PLEASE LET ME… OUT!” What little air there was was stale making it hard for the dog to yell. He could feel his vision starting to fade even though there was no way of telling if his eyes were opened or closed in the pitch black. 

A sudden rush of slightly less rancid air filled the stomach and he gasped sucking down a deep breath. The pressure in his head cleared and he was once more very much aware of where he was and what was happening to him. Screaming as much as he could he started to thrash around as he realized that Bruce had purposefully swallowed down air in order to keep him alive as long as possible.    

Bruce placed his massive paw on his slightly wiggling belly and chuckled as he gulped down some more air. “Damn, this kid is a bit of a fighter. More than his brother was.” 

Moving over to his discarded overalls Bruce fished around inside the pocket for his chewed on cigar and lighter. Once it was lit he took a deep inhale of it and blew out the thick cloud of smoke. Clenching the stogie in his, the bear started to get dressed again pausing every once in awhile to either gulp down air, burp it back up or just stand there for a few minutes hefting his gurgling stomach up and down enjoying the weight of his full belly.  

Once he was fully clothed Bruce gave his belly one more firm shake up and down followed by a few pats and rubs. The sheriff looked on at the bear’s belly and chuckled at the fact that it didn’t look any different than usual. It hung a bit lower that was true but other then that there was nothing that would suggest there was a city boy tucked away inside just waiting to be turned into bear fat. 

“Damn Bruce, at this rate you’ll be ready for winter before fall even hits.” The gator chuckled. 

Bruce nodded his head and let out a deep bellied laugh. “Hey what can I say? Every year it takes more and more to get me through the winter. I have to start earlier and earlier.” Placing both paws on his belly he patted it again before heading to the back door of the bar with the sheriff. 

As the two stepped back inside the cool dark room they were greeted with a round of cheers from the folks inside. Bruce sat down at his normal table and chugged down the rest of his now warm beer. Before he could even call out for the little lion boy to bring him another, the kid was already there. The inside of his ears burning red hot and his eyes unable to move away from Bruce’s stomach. Seeing this the bear grabbed the shaved lion’s paw and placed it on his belly. 

“Can ya feel that boy?” Bruce said as he pressed the kids paw into his squishy gut. “That’s what happens to the annoying city folks round here. It might not always be my gut they end up in. They might end up in any one of these fellas, or maybe even in that big bastard of a stallion who runs the dinner.” Bruce smiled as he watched the kid gulp and look scared for his life. “So make sure you don’t act like them other city boys yeah? A tasty little runaway like you, you’d be swept up and gulped down faster than you could blink!” The young lion nodded his head in understanding. “Good boy, now why dontcha start your rounds before Don comes out here and has you tied down again like when you first came here. You know how the boys love it when the bitch is tied down.” 

Again the kid nodded and rushed off. Bruce watched and chuckled as the young lion rushed right up to the sheriff who had taken a seat at the bar next to the wolf and other gator. The kid didn’t even hesitate before dropping to his knees between the sheriff’s legs and fished out his large thick rod of meat and sucked it down his throat with practiced ease. 

Relaxing in his booth Bruce chugged on his fresh beer while rubbing over his stomach. The wiggling inside was weaker than it was before. The bear knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before the kid passed out. Once that happened it would be just about time for the acid in his stomach to of finished stripping him of his fur and start to work on tenderizing his flesh. Burping slightly, Bruce smacked his lips tasting the boy on his breath. 

“Damn boy, I can’t decide which was better. You or your brother. But one things damn sure. Both of you make for a damn fine meal.”