The late autumn sun lights the dark wood of the kitchen with glowing gold, the burnished brass of the dangling pans catching the light in glinting refractions. Yvonna stands at her sink, running the tap over a colander heaped with blackberries. She tosses a still-dripping handful into her mouth, then another, another. 

The pans above her head clink together and the grizzly looks up, brow furrowed in confusion. A tiny shadow darts along the rafter, shooting along the top of the refrigerator and down to the countertop. 

Yvonna lunges forward, her massive paw clamping down on the shadow of the intruder. A pained, muffled sound squeals under her paw. 

She raises her paw an inch; the tiny gray head of a field mouse squeezes itself between her claws. 

“Hello!” the mouse chirps, her voice breathy with adrenaline. 

Yvonna freezes, taken aback. She bares her fangs in a snarl, pressing down on the tiny body beneath her paw. “How did you get in my house?” she demands.

“I...the window, please...you’re hurting me!” 

Yvonna loosens her grip incrementally, the little mouse wiggles her head free again. “And why shouldn’t I toss you back out the way you came?” the bear growls. 

“Please, can we just talk?” 

Yvonna frowns suspiciously, but releases the mouse back to the countertop. The rodent falls to all fours and straightens up, brushing down her dirty green dress. She extends a miniscule paw. 

“I’m Briony. At your service.” 

Hesitantly, Yvonna touches the mouse’s paw with the tip of her claw. Briony smiles, and sits down cross legged.

“It happened two weeks ago. I’d been out collecting food for the winter. I was returning to my house when I saw that someone had broken down the door. A skunk, looking for easy pickings.” She shudders fearfully, her hands clasped together. 

“I haven’t been back since. I’ve been scavenging and...”

“And breaking into bears’ houses.”

“Yes.” She frowns, fiddling with a tear in her dress. 

Yvonna sighs, plucking a berry from her colander and placing it in front of the mouse. Briony’s bright blue eyes light up. “Here. I can’t very well turn you away.”

“Thank you!” Briony says, giving a clumsy sort of curtsy. “I swear, you’ll never even know I’m here.” She puts a playful paw to her mouth. “Quiet as a mouse.”

Yvonna can’t keep from smiling at the mouse’s bright, beaming face.

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True to her word, Briony had disappeared after that, presumably making herself a nest within the walls of the cabin. Yvonna had paid little attention, busying herself with preparing dinner: a heaping plate of salmon and fruit, washed down with blackberry wine. 

She changes from her mud-stained jeans and flannel into a loose, comfortable nightgown, finally crawling into bed around midnight and falling into a hard sleep. 

A tickle against her thigh wakes her. Yvonna slaps sleepily at the touch, assuming a bug of some sort had followed her inside. Instead, a small voice yelps in surprise. 

Yvonna turns on the lamp, bathing the room in a yellow glow. The mouse perches uncertainly upon her thigh, completely nude. 

“Briony? What are you doing?” 

“I’m sorry!” the mouse squeaks, a flush coloring her ears. “I didn’t think you’d wake up. I just thought I could...you know...”

“Look, you don’t need to...repay me, or whatever you think this is.”

“I know, but I’d like to. I can make you feel good, you’ll love it, I promise. Please?” Briony sounds almost desperate, her tiny bosom heaving with emotion. Her tail quivers. 

Yvonna sighs. “Alright. What do you want me to do?”

Briony practically glows. “Would you take your nightgown off? I’d like to see you.”

The bear scoops her up carefully, setting her on the mattress as she strips off the silky fabric. She’s completely naked beneath, her large, dark nipples hard and high from the evening chill. Briony scrambles back up her thigh, her eyes wide.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says softly, moving closer to the thick tuft of fur over the bear’s pubic bone. “God, I want you.”

Yvonna blushes to her chest at the mouse’s praise. 

“Put a pillow under your hips for me,” Briony instructs. Yvonna complies and the mouse holds tightly to her fur so as not to be dislodged by the movement. “There, perfect.” The bear’s hips tilt up towards the ceiling, the wine-dark folds of her labia glistening in the semi darkness. 

Briony scampers up the bear’s thigh, nestling into the thatch of fur that grows thick between her legs. She bows her tiny head, inhaling deeply. “You smell amazing,” she murmurs. 

Only her tail shows as she dives down, her tiny paws tickling as she descends. The bear’s scent is even stronger here, confused arousal beading like the dew. Briony sniffs her again, her head bent down so low that her whiskers tickle the folds of Yvonna’s labia. Her pussy twitches in anticipation. 

Briony rubs her cheek against the damp, fragrant space, her nose actually slipping an inch inside of the bear. Yvonna rumbles at the unexpected touch, her claws finding her nipples and pinching them fiercely. Her entrance flexes in response, dripping with desire. Briony pulls back, lapping the dew from her mouth.

With one small paw, Briony gathers up the thick drops of the bear’s arousal. Spreading her legs, she smears the liquid between them, running tiny paws over her own cunt, soaking it through. It mixes with her own interest, liquid running down her legs. 

Satisfied with her work, Briony reaches back towards the bear’s dark, shiny lips. The hood of her clit is already pulling away, the fat little nub standing at attention. It’s nearly as wide as Briony’s clenched fist, so stiff with arousal that it stands up like a cock. 

Briony wets her paws between her own legs and reaches up, taking a firm hold of Yvonna’s clit. The bear growls in surprise, her fingers tightening on her breasts. 

“Relax,” Briony says softly. The bear’s clit is large enough that she can run her paws up and down its length in short little jerks, every twist of her paws making the bear gasp and moan above her. 

She bows her head down close, opening her jaw as wide as she can to fit the nub into her mouth. She sucks hard at it, almost gagging herself. Yvonna groans, her pussy twitching. With every flex, arousal runs freely between her legs, soaking the bed. 

Briony bobs her head experimentally, working her tongue against the bear’s clit as Yvonna shakes at the sensation, her toes curling. She feels feverish, every inch of her skin prickling from hypersensitivity. Briony’s mouth around her is so hot and intense that all she is can feel is pleasure. The mouse’s claws against her are like liquid needles, tiny pricks of ecstasy on her body. 

Yvonna shudders as the mouse brushes her clit with the barest scrape of teeth. Heat lances through her with piercing perfection; her back arches like a bow. 

Briony’s clever mouth slips from her with a pop as she loses her hold in the bear’s thick, damp fur. Yvonna releases a harsh, stuttering breath, her heels rucking up the bedsheets as she squirms. She’s so close to orgasm that her vision sparkles, blue flickers in the corners of her eyes. Her flushed, aching pussy throbs viciously, dripping wet. 

“Please,” she pants, her claws pinching at her nipples in desperation. “Please, I’m close, so close, please—” Her voice cuts off in a long, whimpering moan. She twists her hips, grinding her ass into the bed as the mouse watches her writhe with an expression of cruel glee. 

“Look at you,” Briony purrs. Yvonna has to strain to hear her beneath the sounds of her own harsh breaths. “Shaking yourself to pieces, mad with want...All because of me.’’ 

“Yes,” Yvonna gasps. “Yes, it’s you, it’s all you, I’m yours, please, don’t stop!”

“That’s right,” Briony says, her small paws running across her breasts. “You’re just dripping.” The mouse leans down, her long pink tongue darting out to lap across the bear’s entrance. Her tongue just barely slips inside, as light and slender as the touch of an insect’s wing. 

Yvonna’s pussy clenches in a rush of liquid, soaking the mouse’s face. She moans low in her throat, her head falling back against the mattress, her heart screaming against her tight, throbbing breasts. She can barely hold herself up, sweat beading out on her face, her stomach, behind her knees. Her whole body trembles with desperation. She strains her hips forward, pleadingly. 

The mouse closes her eyes in bliss, her tongue flicking out over the dripping folds. Briony runs her paws through the soaked space of the bear’s labia, the thick, wet fur sweetly sticky.

She slips her paw between her own legs again, pushing two fingers up into her dripping cunt. Her thighs twitch, muscles taut. She works her fingers apart; her slender tail flicks lightly at the intensity of it as she rises up on her toes, head thrown back. 

With a shuddering sigh, Briony pulls her fingers from her hole, a pearly strand of dew caught between her fingers. Her slick paws fasten in the bear’s curls as she pulls herself up, holding tight. 

“I hope you’re ready,” Briony teases, gazing with undisguised lust at the dark protrusion of the bear’s clit. Yvonna’s paws grip the sheets as she nods, her pussy giving a wet twitch of wanting. 

Holding tight to the bear’s curls, Briony kneels, her legs wide, body poised over the bear’s clit. Her tongue licks over her lips in nervous anticipation, her legs shaking minutely. Breathing deep, she lowers her body inch by trembling inch, stopping only when her entrance kisses up against the bear’s clit. 

She gives a short whimper as the wet clench of her pussy hits resistance, her wetness smearing between them. She can feel Yvonna panting above her, the bear’s body quivering with the effort of holding still. Yvonna wants so badly to push her hips up, to buck up into the mouse whose sweet hot cunt is pressed against her. 

Yvonna’s growl vibrates all the way down to her clit, the fat bulb humming against the mouse. Briony squeaks at the pleasure of it, pushing herself down harder against the bear. 

Her pussy begins to stretch, the mouse using her grip on the bear’s curls to pull herself down against the intrusion. Her labia is swollen and hot with the effort, her own clit pushed from its hood at the stretch. Briony squeals at the strain as she’s stretched wider than she’d ever thought possible, her cunt throbbing with every twitch of her body. 

“Oh, God, you’re so tight,” Yvonna gasps, breasts heaving as she shakes at the pleasure. “I--mmm!” The bear groans as Briony clenches around her before pushing her body down even harder against the bear’s clit. Yvonna gives the barest twitch of her hips, jamming her clit inside another centimeter. 

Briony cries out as she’s stretched wide, legs shaking. Her pussy is so full that the bear’s clit juts up against her g-spot with every breath.

“Right there,” she pleads, rocking and humping against the bear’s clit. She bounces on its scant length, every movement causing pleasure to stab through her. Her breath huffs out in hard pants as she rolls her hips.

Yvonna continues to moan and shiver as Briony fucks her clit. The pleasure is intense, her whole body wire-tight with the effort of holding back her orgasm. 

With one enormous paw, she reaches down, encircling Briony’s chest with her thumb and forefinger. The mouse’s tiny breasts press against the leathery underside of her thumb as she rubs her tight nipples against the bear’s enormous finger.

Yvonna squeezes her fingers together, pressing Briony’s hard little tits into her chest. Giving a choked-out moan of pleasure, she pushes the mouse’s body down hard against her, driving the last centimeter of her clit up into Briony’s pussy. 

The mouse squeals at the unbearable pressure encasing her body, straining against the grip around her breasts, the hot press of the bear’s clit stretching her pussy. Yvonna wiggles the mouse in her hand, jerking into her in short, snapping bucks of her hips. Briony’s breath shakes with every thrust, giving high cries of pleasure and pain. 

“Yes!” Briony screams as the bear pounds her throbbing cunt. “Right there, fuck me, fuck me!” 

Yvonna slams the mouse down against her, the bear’s whole body curling inwards as she cums, her pussy spraying a gush of liquid as it clenches. Briony howls at the final, punishing thrust, her vision whiting out as she goes limp in the bear’s grip, her pussy convulsing around the bear’s clit. 

Yvonna catches her as she slips to one side, the two of them breathing hard, soaked through. “That was one hell of a thank you,” the bear murmurs, bringing the little mouse up to the pillow to nose over her body. “Are you alright?”

Briony nods, stretching languidly. Her paw traces idly over her stomach, her eyes falling closed. “Better than alright,” she pants, “Always--heh--always wanted to try that.

“I’ll get back to my nest.”

Yvonna touches her paw to the mouse’s side. “You don’t have to,” she whispers. 

The mouse smiles broadly in response, snuggling close against her paw. “Then I won’t. Thank you for this, Yvonna.”

The bear gives a sleepy smile back, yawning enormously. “It’s my pleasure.”