Yvette the Dominant Scandinavian Bear - Nate the Prey 2/2
 
"Finally," said Nate, looking a little feverish. He was just coming off of a rather nasty cold - the biting February air did that - but he was energetic, lively even, for the first time in a while. Ever since his first trip to Kinky Pleasures he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, leafing through the magazine he'd been provided free of charge over and over again. Some of the other homeless were like him - addicts of a different sort. He'd let them look at his magazine in exchange for money, or food, or other commodities. At least he'd had the sense to keep the damn thing well hidden, or it would have been stolen. He was surprised he hadn't been stabbed over it.
 
The shelter that housed this sixteen-year-old was an unfurnished building, kept together with more spit-shine and stubborn hope than anything else. Every night the temperatures dropped low enough - or it was damp enough - the doors opened, admitting as many as would fit. Nate kept an eye on the papers, fishing them out of garbage cans, so he usually knew when to be waiting outside. He'd only screwed up once or twice, and the second time had earned him this damn cold. He sneezed as he counted out his nickels and dimes, finally arriving at $124.97. He blinked, swore under his breath, and then packed it away, deciding that if KP was going to turn him away for three lousy cents when you were talking about sums of money this large... he put his things into his worn rucksack, checked to make sure there were no holes, and went out of his room.
 
He almost bumped into the seedy dingo waiting outside. "Sorry, didn't see you there," said Nate, trying to get around the dingo. He was blocked by two rats.
 
"Heard you got yourself a magazine," said the dingo, idly fingering a knife in his belt. His voice was cold and oily, and these were enhanced by his accent.
 
Nate nodded, realizing it was beyond foolish to trick an armed man. "That I do. Were you looking to borrow it?" No need to lose the civilities, yet. Nate could still get out of this.
 
"I already did. 'S a nice little thing, but nothin' can compare to the real thing... eh?" The dingo loomed over Nate, who suddenly felt very afraid and submissive, like a dog pissing itself in the corner. Nate tried to keep a tight reign on his bladder - that was the last thing he needed. "Betcher lookin' for somethin' a little more... real. A little more... permanent."
 
"Perhaps," said Nate. "Problem with permanent, though, is it doesn't wear off." This earned some laughs from the rats, and even the dingo seemed to smile, although it looked more like a leer. He might get out of this yet...
 
The dingo slammed Nate against his own door, forcing him inside and against the far wall. Lifting him off the ground, the dingo said "I know you been rentin' that little mag o' yours out. Yer gonna give me th' magazine, and all th' little profits I heard you countin' up in 'ere. Dig?"
 
"Dig," said Nate, and the dingo let him down, but didn't step back. Nate unshouldered one side of the bag, then the other, all under the watchful eyes of the three hoodlums. At the last minute, as he grasped the zipper, Nate brought the bag around hard, hitting the dingo in the side of the head. The two rats gaped before glaring meanly at him and running with knives drawn, ready to spill some blood.
 
Nate waited until the rats were right on top of him before stepping nimbly to the side, causing them to crash into the wall and fall onto their boss. Nate jumped over them and crashed out of his room, drawing several shouts of surprise as he ran down the hall to the right, crashing out of the shelter's front doors with the rats several yards behind.
 
Nate's mind raced as he ran down the street, but even beset as he was he only had one destination in mind: Kinky Pleasures. The cops might help, sure, but they typically didn't get involved in gang business unless it targeted someone important, or at least not as destitute as Nate was. He'd hide out there and try to plan where to go after that. He pulled out a metal lunchbox with a heart on it and unlocked it, inserting the combination almost without thinking. He ascertained that the waiver, magazine and money were all inside before putting it back into his rucksack. Looking back, Nate's heart sank as he saw that the gangsters had almost caught up. Kinky Pleasures was just a block away... swinging his rucksack back on, Nate put in a final burst of energy, heading around the back alley to find Johnny standing there, an almost comical look of surprise.
 
"Let me in... they'll get me... I have money," said Nate, and wordlessly Johnny opened the door, letting him in. The door closed with Johnny still outside, and Nate leaned against the adjacent wall, catching his breath as quietly as possible to hear what was going on.
 
"Hello, gentlemen," said Johnny. "My, my, so many customers in a hurry tonight. Now, what can I do ya for?"
 
"We need the little piece of shit that just ran into there," said a rough voice - doubtless one of the rats. Nate had been doubting their ability to speak for a while.
 
"Ain't no pieces of shit in 'ere," said Johnny, "just payin' customers." Nate smirked at the lie in those seemingly innocent words - many paying customers would no doubt end up fulfilling the rats' objectives, though not as they suspected.
 
"You know what 'e means," said the dingo. "C'mon, Johnny. We known each other for what - twenty years? Just give me the little twerp and we will go our merry way." Nate grimaced. So the two knew each other, eh? He began to look around, looking for an escape route, before finally laying eyes on the gargantuan doorman. Twelve feet tall, a minotaur, he watched a little computer screen with almost manic intensity. Nate shrank into his chair and made a tiny squeaking sound.
 
"We 'ave known each other for a while," said Johnny. "I ain't forgot. But YOU forget I'm a businessman first, and a friend second. That there 'little shit' is a payin' customer, and you don't want to get in the way of a genuine business transaction, do ya?
 
"He probably don't have th' money," said another gruff voice - the second rat, perhaps. "Poor's fuck."
 
"Yeah, bein' poor's a fuckin' shame," said Johnny. "Still, I won't hand 'im over until I know if he's got th' dough."
 
"Then hand him over when you realize that he's just another piece of trash litterin' this fine city's streets," said the dingo. "We'll be waitin'."
 
"I wouldn't wait too long," said Johnny, before entering. The minotaur stepped into view as the door remained open, and Nate caught a glimpse of the gangsters' shock at the behemoth.
 
Johnny crossed his arms and looked at Nate. "I sure hope you weren't lyin' back there," he said.
 
"Don't worry," said Nate, opening his backpack and pulling out his lunchbox. "I've got the waiver and the money."
 
"Excellent," said Johnny. Nate pulled out the pouch with his change and the few bills he'd scrounched inside, and handed the waiver to Johnny."
 
"Uh-huh... uh-huh... yup... yeah... okay, good." He folded it and put it inside his jacket. "Not ready for anythin' permanent, eh?"
 
"N... no," said Nate. "Well... I mean, it's not like I'll be living much longer, either way."
 
"Tell ya what," said Johnny. "You're shapin' up to be a right regular customer, so if you've got the cash, I'll get that dingo out there to leave you alone."
 
"Th-thanks," said Nate as he poured his pouch out into the lunchbox, on top of his very worn magazine with Zetro on its cover. "It's all in change, I'm afraid."
 
"Kid, if I had a nickel for every time someone paid for this kind of thing in change... oh, wait, I do," he said, making Nate laugh a little harder than he would have otherwise. Relief fuelled his laughter more than anything.
 
Once the money was all tallied, Nate found he'd miscounted and was two cents short. He waited for Johnny to notice the discrepancy, but if there was one, Johnny either didn't notice or didn't mention it. He just asked Nate which pred he wanted.
 
"Yvette," said Nate. He'd spent the intervening weeks agonizing over this choice, but finally he'd settled on Yvette; he didn't think he could handle Rhonda, and Zetro and Brittany were too thin for what he'd had in mind. "Anal vore."
 
"You're in luck," said Johnny. "We just woke 'er up. You'll be 'er first client in a while."
 
"Oh... she hibernates?" asked Nate, standing up. "Wouldn't she just stay awake year-round?"
 
"We tried that," said Johnny. "Fucked 'er up too much. So she's been asleep these past coupla months.
 
"...then shouldn't she be still asleep?"
 
"Our fine resident smart-person said she would be fine s'long as we didn't wake her afore February th' 4th," said Johnny. "We're past that now, though."
 
"Oh. Great."
 
"Would you like me to, ah... keep yer backpack safe for ya?"
 
"Yeah, that'd be great." Nate took the backpack off and handed it over to Johnny, hesitating a moment as he did so. Johnny noticed the hesitation and smiled.
 
"No worries, kid," said Johnny. "You're a payin' customer, remember? In here, payin' customers is like royalty." Nate grinned at that as they reached Yvette's trapdoor.
 
"Oh... before ya go down, kid, there's a new pred you should know about," said Johnny, causing Nate to raise his eyebrows. "Find of a lifetime - a thousand lifetimes. We got ourselves a dragon."
 
"A dragon?" said Nate, skeptical.
 
Johnny just grinned. "We got walking talking alligators what'll stuff you into any orifice, s'long as you ask nicely, and you doubt that we have a dragon?"
 
"I'll stick with Yvette, thanks," said Nate, shrugging.
 
"O' course, o'course, said Johnny, opening the closet containing Yvette's trapdoor. He opened it and Nate descended.
 
The air was chilly, but still warmer than outside. It was dim inside the small cavern, with stars and crescent moons featured on the windows. Yvette's form was silhouetted in the gloom. As Nate stepped off of the rope-ladder, she raised her head and turned, and Nate slowly approached.
 
"Mmm..." she said, yawning. "Excuse me. I am still vary tired from hiburrnation."
 
"Of course," said Nate.
 
"Hmm... you are young, yes? Haff you been vored before?"
 
"Once," said Nate. "I'm looking for some non-fatal anal vore, please."
 
"Polite," said Yvette. "Better than beink ordered around. Sometimes, I scroo up the client's order vhen zey yell at me. Only the full experience vuns, of course." Yvette stretched, and the sight made Nate's manhood twitch. "Do you vant to go straight down, or can ve haf some fun first...?"
 
"No need to rush things," said Nate, and Yvette laughed delightedly, a strange sound given her husky figure. She rolled over and stood up, telling Nate to take off his clothes and lie down, which he did.
 
"I hope you don't mind, darling, but I am ALVAYS on top," said Yvette. Her eyes twinkled in the twilight.
 
"Of course I don't mind," said Nate. "You'll be putting me up your ass later - what happens in between is up to you."
 
"Vonderful," said Yvette, and it was. Nate struggled to accomodate for her bulk - even post-hibernation she was still VERY fat - but she growled, causing him to go limp, and her complete seizure of control made the experience that much better. Yvette ground against him repeatedly, causing him to gasp for air both against the smell and her weight, and eventually she climaxed, gasping as she drenched his lower half with sexual fluids.
 
"Excellent," she said. "You are vell-lubricated for ze trip now. I am ready to go, if you are."
 
"Definitely," said Nate, his heartbeat racing. He was actually doing this... she laughed and turned around, crouching down and approaching him rear first. He put his lubricated feet on her pucker, drawing a shudder from Yvette, before putting them together and pushing in.
 
The experience was nothing Nate could have prepared for, no matter how often he'd masturbated to it - her bowel was hot and slimy, and caressed his feet in a way nothing could measure up to. He pushed his way in using his arms, and the pucker slid up his legs and around his cock, drawing a shudder from Nate this time. Yvette lowered herself onto the ground, leaving one leg up so she could get an arm in and begin fingering herself. The other remained curled under her body to facilitate Nate's entry.
 
Finally, Nate was nearing his shoulders, and the smell began to overwhelm him. His instincts kicked in, causing him to struggle against the organic bondage, but he was too far in. His struggles caused him to slide further in, and finally his head entered Yvette's slimy anus.
 
Nate gasped for air as he masturbated, the smell of decaying shit all around. His feet were touching what he was pretty sure was a large turd, but the slimy inner walls were heaven to his skin, and he came, almost helped by the gross environment. It was degrading, and dominating, and since he was turned on by being prey, weren't both arousing?
 
Yvette laid back down on the ground and panted from the exertion. She loved the squirming inside of her, and hoped it wouldn't have to end, not knowing that Nate was thinking the exact same thing.
 
A couple of hours later, Nate awoke to find the turd floating around his knees. Yvette was snoring outside and, not wanting to disturb her, Nate silently masturbated one more time before falling back asleep. Not much came out - after last night he was pretty much spent - but he enjoyed it all the same.
 
Yvette woke up and waddled over to her corner, crouching down and evacuating her bowels. Nate pushed his way out of the turd, coughing and spitting.
 
"I am sorry," said Yvette, gasping. "I forgot you vere in there."
 
"No... no worries," said Nate, smiling weakly. "I had a great time. Even... even this."
 
"Then that is good," said Yvette, smiling. She was clearly illuminated in the faux-sunlight, and Nate had the chance to truly appreciate this pred. Her eyes were sultry and sexy, full of relaxed confidence. Her figure was large enough that it was almost more comfortable for her to walk around on all fours, but as an anthro she was, of course, bipedal. Her arms and legs widened considerably where they reached her body, and even her hands and feet were marbled, as much as would show under her brown fur. She smiled wider as she saw Nate admiring her. "You like vhat you see, yes?"
 
"Yes," said Nate, growing hard yet again. He sighed. "Yes, I do."
 
"Then let us be together again," she said, offering a hand. Nate took it and she helped him stand up.
 
"I... I can't. I only paid for... this," he said, gesturing at the back corner.
 
"No, no, that is not a good attitude to have," said Yvette. "Let me tell you something. Johnny told me it vhen I started here. He said 'Yvette, zhese clients - zhey come for a gud time. They pay a good amount of cash, sign the wafers, and vhat happens after that doesn't matter."
 
"...I heard about one guy who got in big trouble for staying inside Rhonda's womb long after he'd paid to be there," said Nate.
 
"Yes, there is that," said Yvette, pondering. "I guess it vud depend. A final morning tumble vouldn't be too bad, vud it?"
 
"I don't think you really mean a tumble in the traditional sense," said Nate.
 
"Vell... no," said Yvette. "Last night... you in my ass... I vant you in me. Deep vithin me."
 
"You want to vore me, all the way."
 
"Vell... yes," said Yvette. "Vhat would be so wrong vith that?"
 
"I... *sigh* I'm just not sure I'm ready for that."
 
"Vhat is ready?" said Yvette. "Ve both vant it, yes? Zhen vhy vait for it?"
 
Nate thought for a moment. "Can you contact Johnny, in any way?"
 
"Yes," said Yvette, pointing to something past Nate. He turned around and only saw the window. "All I haf to do is press a red circle behind zis light and Johnny vill be here. Vhy?"
 
"I want to see if a twelve-hour extension would cost extra," said Nate. "Cover my bases."
 
"Twelf... hours?" said Yvette. "Vhy would ve haf to vait for that long?"
 
"Because I want that much time to consider it," said Nate.
 
Yvette sighed. "You are getting tiresome," she said, and Nate lowered her head. He was sufficiently dominated by her to feel ashamed at hearing that tone directed at him. "Either you vill or you von't. Twelf 'ours von't change that."
 
"I... guess you're right." Nate thought for a moment, reflecting that he didn't really have much of a life up top. Even if Johnny DID get that dingo to back off, there would be more. And any money Nate made would just go straight into here. He remembered checking the "other" box of the full experience section, specifying that he might want full experience, and he had been right. He just wanted to feed this glorious bear, to become just another layer of fat on her massive frame. "Let's do this."
 
"Now you are talking sense, a little," said Yvette, causing Nate to grin. She sat down and motioned Nate over; he sat on her lap obediently. She tasted him and cringed, first walking him over to her pond and washing him off. Nate thought this was a good prelude to the coming action. Finally, once he didn't taste quite so horrible, Yvette picked him up and opened her maw wide.
 
Nate's heart raced as he was hit by her foul breath; he struggled instinctively, but Yvette lowered him unforgivingly onto her tongue. Immediately Nate was coated with saliva, and he went hard at the sensation. She spent a moment breathing on him and savouring his flavour before closing her maw a little and swallowing. Nate was pulled down by pulsing throat muscles, more aroused than he had been with Zetro a few weeks back - probably because this time was for keeps. Nate's head pushed through a sphincter and came out in Yvette's acrid stomach; he held his breath and shut his eyes tight as his face was pushed against the bottom of her stomach. The acids tingled on his face, the rest of his body joining him quickly enough. He readjusted and allowed the stomach fluids to coat his body, jerking off all the while. As he fell unconscious, Nate thought to himself <This is it> as he came one final time before succumbing to Yvette's digestive tract.
 
Yvette sighed and laid back, her wriggling stomach turning her on more even than last night. She fingered herself furiously, cumming some time after Nate had fallen unconscious. Feeling that the struggles had ceased, Yvette fell asleep and let her body do its job.
 
Later on, Yvette once more evacuated her bowels in the corner, her gaze lingering a moment on the pile. All he had been... all of Nate's hopes, Nate's dreams, his ambitions, his love, his hate, all of it was within her or in that pile. Divided by an unmovable, objective biological system that had dictated all species' actions since the beginning of time. Yvette didn't consider all of this, of course; she just gazed on the pile, remembering the wonderful meal, before returning to the rear of her cave and eating a pile of meat left for her.
 
--MEANWHILE--
 
Nate's mother woke up for no apparent reason. She looked around, wondering for several whole seconds why on earth Nate wasn't safe at home, when she remembered he'd been cast out. Tearing up a little and sniffling, she had for a brief instant a moment of longing and of forgiveness; she didn't hope he'd found God's grace in that instant, or that he had reformed; she only hoped he was happy and well. The following instant her regular thinking caught up with her, throwing in all of the regular religious hopes before receding. Laying back, Nate's mother stared at the roof, and it was a good while before she finally fell asleep.