Trophy Cub - 2. Hitting the Road

Gunnar Bergan woke in the guest room of his longtime friend Thomas’s secluded log cabin tucked away in the Monongahela National Forest area as the first ray of morning sun began a slow march across the bed. Gunnar had spent the last few months here, resting and hiding, preparing for the next phase of his long life. Thomas would not let his friend go through that process alone, but Gunnar had set today as the date that he would need to depart from his friend’s home and set out on his own again.

Rising from the bed and pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants cut off into shorts, Gunnar stumbled into the bathroom to stand in front of the toilet and let loose a torrent of piss into the bowl. Looking up from his flaccid cock, he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. At 6’3”, 270 pounds, with a broad chest and shoulders, hazel eyes, a thick beard extending the line of his square jaw by an extra six inches, and a healthy, albeit messy, pelt of chestnut hair on his head, chest, belly, back and legs, he was still looking pretty good for a 250-year-old dead man.

After tucking himself back in his shorts and giving his hands and face a quick wash, he wandered from his room with his eyes half-closed following the smell of bacon wafting down the hall from the kitchen. Thomas thrust a cup of coffee into his hand and then guided him to a chair at the big rustic kitchen table. The table was piled with every kind of Gunnar’s favorite breakfast foods: waffles, bacon, link sausages, hash brown potatoes, smoked salmon, scrambled eggs with cheese, real maple syrup, and cinnamon French toast.

Gunnar’s eyes went wide and then he looked up at his friend.

“You didn’t have to do all of this today. This is a feast fit for a new cub getting ready for his first change!”

“Well, in a way, you are a new cub getting ready for a change,” Thomas replied. “If you’re dead set on heading out on the road today, I definitely wasn’t going to let you do it on an empty stomach!”

“It’s time for me to go,” Gunnar said with a touch of anxiety in his voice. “We have my new identity all set and it’s been long enough since my ‘funeral’ that my old life has pretty much faded into memory by now. It’s time I got my lazy ass up and figured out what my next chapter is going to be like.”

“Yeah, but this is the first time you’ll be doing it solo,” Thomas said carefully. “Since losing Nils fifteen years ago you’ve really been a different person. You know he wouldn’t want you to live the next two hundred years mourning for him, don’t you? He would want you to live and enjoy life, maybe even find a cub of your own to love and love you in return.

“You can leave if you really feel that you have to, but the last few months with you here has been the happiest that I’ve seen you for a long time. If you think that your destiny lies somewhere beyond these mountains, then go and find it, but don’t force yourself to leave if the only reason is to be alone and miserable.”

“Nils was my Papa, and I’m never going to forget that I had over two hundred wonderful years with him, but I need a change of pace,” Gunnar said sadly. “I kept our private security business going for the last fifteen years in his memory, but people in DC not intimately familiar with us were beginning to wonder how a man supposedly sixty-five years old could continue handling that kind of work, even from behind a desk. It was time to retire and then let Gunnar ‘Olafson’ die and rest in peace.

“Besides, Nils showed me how to create a new identity for myself while retaining access to the accumulated funds and investments from our previous ‘lives’ enough times so that it wasn’t that difficult to do it by myself this time. I only wish that Nils had lived long enough to see the laws in this country change so that we could have finally gotten legally married.”

Gunnar piled his plate high with the going-away breakfast feast that Thomas had thoughtfully prepared, and as he ate, reflected again on the incident that took his Papa, lover, husband, and mate from his life.

Gunnar lived the first half of his life in his home country of Norway with his Papa, Nils Bergan, until world politics demanded that Norway to send diplomats and ambassadors to Washington DC in the United States in 1889. While the nature of Nils and Gunnar’s longevity was not public knowledge, it was also not a secret at the time, and the couple were considered the perfect choice to be the protectors of their countrymen and provide long-term security for Norwegian diplomats in the US. Over the next hundred years, ambassadors would come and go, but Nils and Gunnar remained as the bedrock of security at the embassy. Every thirty years or so, they would retire and take an extended vacation, and a few weeks later a ‘new’ Nils and Gunnar with new birth certificates, IDs, and last names would arrive to take their place.

The cycle continued unbroken for over one hundred years.

In the late 20^th century, the skill and efficiency of their security work attracted attention outside of their own embassy, and after many requests from additional parties in the DC area, they formed their own security agency to meet the new demand.

It was during a special top-secret security detail that Gunnar’s world changed forever. Escorting a visiting diplomat from a secure location to a waiting SUV on the street, Gunnar didn’t even see the suicide bomber until it was too late. Nils saw the man with the bomb strapped to his chest first, and instantly took him down in a full tackle, knocking him away from the rest of the diplomat’s entourage, and completely covering the man’s body with his own mere seconds before the bomb detonated. Due to Nils’s sacrifice, there were no other casualties that day, and the diplomat was able to escape unscathed.

Gunnar fell into obsession, trying to find out the source of the leak in security that allowed the bomber to know their location that day. Routine operations for the security agency fell to the Chief Operating Officer who was an old friend and knew how the pair would want the business to be run in their absence. Gunnar never again participated in any live security details nor did he ever discover the identity of the leak who was responsible for Nils’ death.

In the midst of brooding over the past, Gunnar had managed to clean his breakfast plate…twice, barely noticing when Thomas took the plate away the first time and passed it back refilled. Sated and sentimental, Gunnar looked up at his friend who had sheltered him for the last several months during his period of hiding following his faked death and felt a pang of regret that he practically had one foot out of the door without giving Thomas proper thanks.

“What do you say we go for one last run in our fur before I have to leave today?” Gunnar asked.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Thomas replied. “Where did you want to run?”

“I thought we could go to that meadow filled with wildflowers over on the far side of the mountain,” Gunnar suggested, blushing a bit and lowering his eyes.

“Is that so?” asked Thomas with a smirk, knowing that the meadow was Gunnar’s favorite secluded spot for a leisurely outdoor fuck. “Whatever my favorite guest wants on his last day in West Virginia, he gets.”

Gunnar helped Thomas with the breakfast dishes, playfully snapping his behind with the dish towel every so often to keep things fun and frisky. When everything was put away, they both stepped outside onto the grass and removed their shorts. Gunnar admired Thomas’s nude body as he stretched in the morning sun. Thomas was a few inches shorter than himself, but he made up for it with bulkier muscles and a longer black Viking-style beard that he wore in two braids down to his navel. After a quick stretch, Gunnar gave Thomas a wink and began his shift.

Gunnar’s body began to expand and the bones could be heard cracking and reforming themselves. He fell forward onto all fours, and fur began sprouting from every pore on his body. His finger and toenails pushed out into long, sharp claws, and his nose elongated along with a mouth suddenly filled with sharp fangs. Round ears grew a layer of fur and shifted position to the top of his head as a muscular hump grew between his shoulder blades. Finally, his already hefty cock grew in both length and girth and balls the size of coconuts filled out his furry sack as his spinal cord extended just beyond his ass into a stubby tail.

Thomas grinned at his friend, now completely shifted into a fully-grown adult grizzly bear and ran his hand through the thick fur around his neck. Gunnar growled at Thomas in the bear language, telling him to hurry up with his own shift so that they could begin their run. A minute later, a handsome black bear sat in the grass looking back at the grizzly, and they sprang to their feet to begin a leisurely jog over the mountain into the secluded meadow.

They took their time on the journey, finding a bush with some late-summer berries ripe for eating, and a rotten log hiding a veritable banquet of grubs. Not that they really needed anything else to eat after the enormous breakfast that Thomas had prepared, but a bear isn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a tasty snack.

Running down the far side of the mountain, the pair reached their destination; a wide meadow filled with a variety of wildflowers just beginning to go to seed in the late-summer heat. Gunnar flopped on his belly and rolled to a stop on his back, feeling energized and refreshed. Thomas followed a few seconds later and plopped down with his head and front paws on Gunnar’s barrel chest. After taking a moment to catch their breath, Thomas looked into Gunnar’s hazel eyes and moved his paw down Gunnar’s chest and belly to begin rubbing his now-hardening bear cock. Gunnar’s bear let out the equivalent of a grizzly chuckle and pushed Thomas over onto his back, snuffling his nose into the space below his heavy balls. Gunnar’s long tongue extended from his muzzle and lapped at Thomas’s hole which sent the black bear into waves of pleasure. As the grizzly tongue worked its way inside the puckered hole, Thomas let out a happy growl and squirmed on his back in his bed of flowers. Satisfied that his friend’s entrance was slick and ready for more, Gunnar rolled Thomas back onto all fours and mounted him in the classic “bear-style” position.

Finding the entrance to the black bear’s slick tunnel with the tip of his cock, the grizzly pushed home with one mighty thrust, fully encasing his thick meat in the smaller bear’s velvety warmth. The black bear bellowed and thrust his hips backward, making sure to take every inch of that mighty cock inside of himself. The grizzly eagerly began hammering his hips against the smaller bear’s ass, reveling in the feel of their oversized nuts banging into each other with each thrust.

The bears continued their frenzied rutting for about thirty minutes before the black bear reached his point of no return and with a final bellow, spilled his bear seed on the ground below them. The contractions within the smaller bear’s ass pushed the grizzly over the edge, and he sunk his teeth into the black bear’s shoulder as he emptied his balls into his guts. Exhausted, the bears tipped over together to the ground and began their transformation back to human, Gunnar’s cock still embedded in Thomas’s ass.

As they lay spooned on the ground in human form again, Gunnar massaged the fading bite marks on Thomas’s shoulder and kissed the nape of his neck.

“You know, you haven’t even told me where you’re going after you leave,” Thomas whispered.

“I’m not really sure,” Gunnar replied. “There are a few werebear enclaves around North America and Nils and I have properties in several states. I’m going to roam for a bit and see where the wind takes me, but I think for now I’ll head in the general direction of Wisconsin and Minnesota and spend some time in the North Woods.”

“If you get lonely,” Thomas said without turning to look at Gunnar, “Just call and you know I’ll come running, wherever you are.”

Gunner nodded his head against the back of Thomas’s neck silently. He knew that Thomas wished that he would choose him for a new mate and settle down here in the Appalachians for the next hundred years, but the pain of losing Nils was still too sharp, and Thomas was too good a friend to risk changing the relationship that they already shared.

Thomas stretched and rolled to his feet, looking fondly at Gunnar still laying on his side amid the flowers.

“Well then, if you’re going to get on the road to Minnesota before the sun goes down today, we’d better get our fuzzy werebear asses back to the cabin, right?”

“I guess you’re right as usual,” Gunnar replied with a grin and began his shift back to bear form.

An hour later, they were back at the cabin and Gunnar’s Jeep was packed with everything he felt that he would need to begin a fresh start. Thomas pulled him into a big bear hug, mostly so Gunnar didn’t have to see the tears rolling down his cheeks soaking his beard.

“Go,” Thomas said, pushing Gunnar away and towards the open door of his Jeep, “but you’d better remember to call me when you get to wherever it is you’re going.”

Gunnar nodded and sat in his Jeep pulling the door closed.

“When I figure out what it is I’m looking for, I promise that you’ll be the first to know,” Gunner said softly before starting the engine and driving down the long dirt driveway and into the unknown.