The wind rustles through the tree canopy. Birds sing. The sun's warmth kisses your face. You smell honey, resin, tree bark, ...precum?
Something drips on your shoulder.
A deep rumble startles you. You turn around.
A towering figure blocks the sunrays. Your eyes take a couple of second to adapt.
"Oh shit..."
*Incoherent horny bear noise*
...
"Guess I'll bottom today..."
StealthFighter
2025-02-20 22:02:05 +0000 UTC