Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2005 14:23:00 -0700
From: The Satyr <the.satyr@gmail.com>
Subject: The Stag and the Bear, Chap Five

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see these cycles go. Any good mythology is built to the needs of the
people it serves, and you are the people this Cycle is written for.

As usual, involves adult situations, with all that entails. No actual
sex this time around, but there are only two constants in the world of
the Stag God: sex and violence. You've been warned.

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This story is (c) The Oaken Satyr, 2005

The Stag & the Bear
  - A Continuation of the Cycle of Ashlan
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Chapter Five: Den of the Bear God

The rest of the journey to the top of the mountain was uneventful,
though long. It took him perhaps another day of travel to reach the
peak, where the cave opening to the Bear-God's den yawned in the plain
rock face. The stone of the mountain here was stark and without plants
or soil -- the terrible storms that seemed to be attracted to the
mountain by the god's power had eroded all such weaknesses away.

Now there was only stone, etched in tiny, weaving patterns by the
pounding rain, and seared black here and there by lightning strikes.
Ashlan's bare feet found easy purchase, despite the slick patches of
frozen rainwater that gathered on the textured surface of the path
that led to the den.

Finally, he was there.

The scent from the cavern was overpowering. Not like his own, which
smelt of the rut -- this was the ineffable smell of power and strength,
the smell of a predator. Belatedly, Ashlan realized that he'd been
smelling it the entire time he'd been advancing up the mountain. It
had grown gradually stronger as he ascended, and now, he was faced
with a stark reality: the bear was a predator, and the stag prey.

Oh, certainly, their cycles of life rarely intersected one another,
for it was the infrequent bear that managed to fell a stag, but
nonetheless, it was truth. Ashlan closed him eyes and inhaled deeply.
His cock twitched and his heart raced: the sheer power was
intoxicating, and also terrifying.

"Hello?" he said into the darkness within the mountain, and stepped
within. He didn't have to duck his head in the least, for the opening
and cave ceiling were terrifically high. The cave itself was littered
with the old, moldering remains of animals, their bones gnawed upon
and cracked at by immense teeth, indeed. He looked about, concerned --
the bear-god was not here. Where could he have gone, then? Moreover,
the remains here were quite old -- had he abandoned this den entirely?
If so, where was he?

Then, as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness within the cavern,
Ashlan noted a small alcove off to one side. It wasn't an alcove,
though. It was a passageway deeper into the cavern system, descending
in a ramp-like spiral further into the mountain. Resting his hands on
the cold stone, Ashlan began to descend.

Down he moved, walking a sunwise spiral, deep into the heart of the
mountain. Eventually, the spiral path opened into a massive cavern,
and Ashlan found himself standing upon a rocky outcropping that formed
something of a balcony. There were no stairs to the ground some thirty
feet below, but boulders and stones were jumbled about beneath the
outcropping, allowing one of fair strength to navigate them.

Ashlan crouched then, for the scent of the bear-god was incredibly
strong here. For a moment, his eyes scanned the cave warily, like a
deer that has heard something amiss in the meadow around it. With a
start, he realized that he was crouching low and making himself as
small as he might, the way a deer attempting to hide in tall grass
might.

He was afraid, and he was hiding. With a curse, he stood then, though
his heart quailed in his chest to do so. Find cover, his instincts
screamed at him, and it was only his will that kept him standing.

He stood then, and looked about. The bottom of the cavern was slightly
cracked, and out of that bubbled a spring of hot water, much like the
one Ashlan had enjoyed the day before. This formed a large and
impressive pool of water, dark within the cavern. Some measure of
light pierced the gloom, however. Ashlan looked for its source, and
found several holes, like natural chimneys, in the roof, through which
dimmest sunlight shone.

As he studied the area, he realized that the strange outcropping of
rock that jutted up above the water wasn't actually an outcropping at
all -- or at least, that's not all it was. Upon the top of this
convenient bed of water-warmed stone lay a massive form. Ashlan
stepped down onto the rocks below the outcropping, using the hunter's
tread.

The form could only be that of the bear-god. He had obviously been
born to the orc tribes, for he was a powerfully built orc, taller than
any he'd seen before. Though Ashlan couldn't tell properly, he thought
the man was perhaps eight feet tall or taller. His shoulders were
massive and thickly corded with muscle, his green skin gone slightly
grayish under the dusting of black hair. He wasn't overly hairy
compared to some humans, but orcs tended towards smoother skin.

Ashlan moved closer, his step still silent. The orc was naked, he saw,
his body covered with scars and tattoos that denoted his status as the
powerful patron of a tribe. The bear-god lay on his stomach, cradling
his head on his crooked arm. His hair was long and dreadlocked,
reaching to his waist and pooling around him -- small bits of metal and
glass, woven into his hair, caught the poor light here and sent
sparkles of light into the darkness.

He was well-muscled. No, he was gloriously muscled, with big, meaty
hands whose nails were thick and black, pointed from use as weapons,
though not overly long. His legs were as big around as some tree
trunks, and his ass was curved, a fine muscular flank. Ashlan waded
out into the water, which reached his waist. It was a dangerous
position, putting him at a disadvantage if the bear-god attacked, but
he had no other choice, it seemed.

The stag-god closed and listened to the deep breathing of the
bear-god. His breaths came rarely, and were always incredibly deep: a
single inhalation was worth ten of mortal men, and likewise his
exhalation. Ashlan noted the accumulation of rock dust at the edges of
the sleeping orc, where his body met the stone beneath him.

Ashlan smiled. The bear-god was hibernating.

"My lord?" he asked, quietly. When the mighty orc didn't answer, he
repeated the request, raising his voice some.

He was answered only by the continual, slow breath of the hibernating
bear-god. Like a mischevious child, Ashlan reached out and touched the
rock near the bear-god, then drew back his hand quickly. Still
nothing.

Then, he took a breath, and reached out once more, laying his palm on
the cheek of the orc. His skin was quite cool -- not that of a dead
man, certainly. He simply was hibernating, and cold with inaction.

"Hello?" Ashlan ventured again, his voice echoing uncomfortably in the
cavern. Still, the god did not rouse.

"Fuck," Ashlan swore. He looked around him, suddenly quite frustrated.
He'd come all this damned way, and for what? To find his supposed
mentor napping -- napping for more than a few weeks, by the looks of
it, possibly even months!

Muttering angrily, he waded back across the warm spring and threw
himself down on the rock at the shore of the spring, dangling his feet
in the warm, refreshing water. He fished some food out of his pack and
nibbled at it, more out of want for something to do than any real
hunger.

His eyes strayed over the lines of the slumbering orc-god. The
bear-god was powerfully muscled, and Ashlan couldn't help but admire
the curve of him, the sweeping, strong line from shoulder to side,
from hip to ass. The bear-god slept on his stomach, with one arm
crooked under him as a pillow, and the leg on the same side bent and
curled partially under him.

Ashlan admired his form, and his cock surged to life. Still smiling
mischievously, Ashlan waded across the spring to the rock where
slumbered the powerfully built orc, and he reached out and touched
him, running his hand over the smooth lines his eyes had previously
admired. He paused his exploration at the fine curve of the orc-god's
ass, enjoying the silky smoothness of it, the soft-atop-hard of the
muscled curve.

Careful not to jostle the sleeping god, Ashlan pulled himself out of
the water and knelt next to the bear-god. He touched him again then,
laying his hand over the god's shoulder, and then his forearm, as he
pushed slightly. The movement shifted the god slightly, but did not
wake him.

Ashlan grinned then, wondering just how deep the sleep of this
powerfully built being was. He ran his hands over the orc, reveling in
the intimate touch. Ashlan's hand played over his broad back, and the
sweet curve of his flank. Daring much, Ashlan ran his hands further
down, and while he cupped one of the orc-god's ass-cheeks in one hand,
he reached down between his legs to find the more-than-handful of the
god's genitals, a massively thick, soft cock and a set of huge balls.

Ashlan chuckled aloud and firmed up his grip. If anything would wake a
sleeping man, it was a jostling at his groin, but even that failed to
wake the bear-god. The stag-god let his attention return to the ass of
the orc-god, and caressing the soft, slightly cool skin -- that even
now seemed to be warming under his caress -- playing down into the
valley between the cheeks of the orc.

In no time, Ashlan had the ass-cheeks pried apart, finding the
darker-toned pucker of the orc's asshole. He gripped the muscled orbs
that protected it tightly, and his cock was rock-hard and dripping
precum. Ashlan looked back to his pack, on the shore of the spring,
and didn't wish to leave his spot pawing at the god.

So instead, he bent his head and worshipped at the hole of the
bear-god, applying lips and tongue to the tight pucker there. He
slopped spittle up and down his ass-crack, stopping to poke at the
pucker with his spit-slicked tongue. As Ashlan felt his own sexual
urge increasing, the pucker gave slightly, and Ashlan dripped a large
gobbet of spittle into the hole, and then pushed it further in with
his tongue.

Soon, Ashlan applied his fingers to the hole, slowly moving his finger
in and out of the orc's sphincter. Every so often he'd glance up at
the slumbering orc, expecting to find him stirring, but the
hibernating god slept on.

This certainly had the potential for a great deal of fun, Ashlan
pondered, as he slipped a second finger into the still-tight, but
loosening hole. He spat into his other hand then, and worked the
natural lubrication up and down the obscenely engorged length of his
fat cock. He kept up the twin motions -- his fingers pistoning in and
out of the orc-god's hole, opening it up for the thick member he
slickened, running his slimy hand up and down its length.

Finally, he could bear no more -- Ashlan scooted forward and threw one
leg over the slumbering orc's form, straddling him, with his cock
positioned directly over his ass. With one hand, he pulled the
ass-cheeks of the orc apart, and with his other, he aimed the cock at
the pucker there. He almost felt a shock as the sensitive head of his
fat, rock-hard cock touched the hole, now tightly closed as though
he'd not just been working it open moments before.

Ashlan pushed then, and nothing happened.

Frowning, he resituated himself, extending more of his length over the
orc's body so that his weight could force his cock further down, and
gently lowered himself. The head of his cock pressed obscenely against
the pucker there. Ashlan bit his lower lip and grunted, punching his
strong hips forward, caution thrown to the wind in the need to
penetrate. With a spine-tingling sensation, Ashlan's cockhead forced
open the asshole of the orcish bear-god. Ashlan stopped then and
looked up at the orc.

The bear-god slumbered yet.

Ashlan smiled then, and spat down on his cock once more, lubricating
it further, as he began to press downwards. He watched his fat cock
slowly slide into the orc, roughly shoving aside the flesh of his
chute, puncturing the orc's tight asshole. Ashlan kept pressing
downward, gritting his teeth, as the hot innards of the orc gripped
his massive cock with vice-like tightness.

Finally, with a groan, Aslan bottomed out. His balls were pressed up
against the ass of the orc, and his cock was firmly wedged into the
tight godly hole, splitting the orc's ass in half as it tried to
accommodate Ashlan's incredibly fat width. With a smile, Aslan pulled
halfway out, and plunged downward again.

In no time, Ashlan was grunting and groaning, stopping only
occasionally to spit once more into the sacred cleft where the two
gods were joined, cock in ass. He was kneeling behind the orc now, his
muscled legs shoving one of the orc's own aside to make room for a
more steady posture.

Ashlan's strong hands gripped the thick hips of the orc, as Ashlan
slid his cock out of the bear-god's hole and slammed it home over and
again. Slowly, he picked up speed, reveling in the sensation of the
tight orifice gripping his cock with strength that only the ass of a
god could maintain in the face of such a huge cock's assault.

Ashlan drove his cock relentlessly into the orc, now heedless of
waking the massively muscled god, so urgent was his need. His
breathing was loud, interspersed with grunts and groans that echoed in
the cavern, surrounding him with the sounds of his own passion. His
cock surged impossibly to greater length and hardness at this, and his
balls drew up close to the base of his cock.

Panting, Ashlan's hips bucked and pumped quickly, as the boiling heat
in his loins curved around his pelvis thrice and began to explode
upwards. With a cry, he came, his cock spasming in the tight hole of
the orcish bear-god as his thick cock jetted volley after volley of
white-hot cum into the muscled, brutalized asshole under him.

Then, when the last of the shudders had subsided, Ashlan collapsed,
avoiding laying all of his weight on the hibernating god, held up off
him by the quivering strength of his arms. Ashlan panted, his breath
slowly returning to normal.

But he stopped breathing entirely when the bear-god spoke.

"Had thy sport, whelp?" he said, growling. Too late, Ashlan realized
that the body beneath him had lost its coolness of slumber, and the
flesh was quite heated.

Faster than Ashlan could register, the bear-god moved. He turned on
his hip and smashed his forearm into Aslan's face. The power of the
impact snapped Ashlan's head backwards, wrenching his neck, and
carried him off of the outcropping and into the spring. Ashlan
sputtered, breathing spring water, as he threw himself backwards and
out of the water.

He roughly impacted the stone of the shore and glanced up, just in
time to see the orcish god, his wild dreadlocks falling past his
shoulders, and the snarl splitting his goateed face, flashing tusks at
him. As Ashlan scurried to try and regain his feet, the bear-god
bunched the powerful muscles of his divine body and sprang, covering
the distance from rock to shore with an almost unconscious ease. He
barreled like an avalanche into Ashlan, still trying to get his feet
under him, and Ashlan fell once more, slamming his head into the stone
floor, dazing him.

The bear god crouched over Aslan then, one knee pinning Aslan's free
arm, while his other was trapped beneath him, wrenched cruelly into
uselessness by the incredible bulk of the bear-god. He straightened
his back and looked down at the stag-god of the Split-Hoof tribe, and
chuckled.

"Thy sport was poorly chosen, godling. Did you truly think such as I
to be caught unawares? I have been aware of you since you first set
foot upon my mountain, though I watched you from my dreams. It was a
curious sight to watch you ravage my sleeping form from such a
vantage, but I thought it best to leave you that small victory. Do not
fear, though. The bear-god always has his revenge."

The orc snarled then and shifted his weight to one leg, rising and
pulling himself off of Ashlan. Reaching down, he grabbed the stag-god,
one hand on his shoulder and the other on his antlers, and turned him
over, striking Ashlan's forehead into the stone floor again for good
measure.

The orc kicked apart Ashlan's legs and crouched once more. He reached
between is legs to his violated ass, and scooped some of the semen
from the orifice. Cupping his hand, he smeared it around his cock,
which surged to life. Ashlan was dimly aware of what was going on,
looking over his shoulder as he was.

The cock of the bear-god was impossibly massive, a huge bludgeon of a
member. Ashlan doubted that he'd be able to wrap his entire hand
around its thickness, and its length matched his, at least. The green
of the orc's cock darkened slightly as it filled with blood, and the
orc rubbed its hardening length with the slime from Ashlan's uninvited
sport.

Then, without preparation or pause, the orc-god nestled his cock into
the cleft between Ashlan's ass-cheeks and pressed.

The agony was unbearable and the surge of pain roused Ashlan slightly,
and he began to fight. Quickly, the bear-god spoke some words in the
Foundling Tongue, and Ashlan felt the strength of the stone around
them flow into the god on his back, who slammed his forearm into the
small of Ashlan's back, and then into his shoulders, driving him
roughly against the stone.

As the orc-god struck him a third time, forearm to neck, Ashlan saw
stars. Then, his mind shattered from the sudden terrible pain as the
orc punched his hips forward, driving his fat slimy cock into Ashlan's
tight ass. It had been weeks since he'd been bred, and certainly never
by a cock such as this!

The orc, with his thick member firmly nestled in Ashlan's nethers,
then threw his weight down atop Ashlan, and began to buck his hips,
pulling his thick cock out slightly and then ramming it home, burning
up the length of Ashlan's ass, until he felt sure it was resting in
his stomach.

The orc wrapped his thickly muscled arms under Ashlan's arm pits and
around to join his fingers in a grip behind Ashlan's neck,
immobilizing his body with the hold. Ashlan dared not fight the grip,
for the orc-god could easy tighten his thews and snap Ashlan's neck --
or so it felt.

The bear-god rode the stag-god then, a predator claiming his prey. The
fat cock pistoned in and out of Ashlan's ass, now burning, now
agonizing, now striking that source of pleasure deep within that left
Ashlan weak in the knees. The orc shifted his grip, wrapping his
mighty black-furred arms around Ashlan until his lips nibbled at the
pierced ears of the stag-god.

He bit down hard and tasted blood, and Ashlan felt the cock in his ass
surge to greater hardness. He wanted to cry, to scream, to fight, but
most of all, he wanted to submit, and submit he did.

"Mewling whelp. You come snuffling about the dens of your betters, of
your elders. I was a god before your scrawny, pasty-fleshed
grandfather's grandfather could harden his cock, boy. Filthy. Human,"
he snarled, punching his cock painfully into Ashlan.

"You are not an orc-god, Stag of Seven Tines. You are a human
misplaced, an aberration. I should simply kill you, and let the
Sow-Goddess find another stag-god," the muscled orc growled at him.
"But I like you. Your insides are tight and welcoming to my cock,
godling, and it pleases me to use you. Do you feel that, little one?
Do you feel the might of the bear-god plowing away within you, making
you his?"

Ashlan couldn't answer, his breath was coming in short gasps and
shudders of pleasure and agony wracked his body.

"But I am not done punishing, pink-skin. Had you simply come to me,
begging in the old ways, seeking to be my apprentice in the god-ways,
I would have claimed you thusly, but you took liberties, Stag of Seven
Tines. And though I know you were but being true to your nature, it
must still be punished, for that is the truth of my own nature."

Ashlan snapped out of his stupor then, and struggled. The grip of the
bear-god only tightened, and then something strange happened.

The bear-god began to grow and change.

"Gods, no..." Ashlan groaned, as the bear-god shifted his form into that
of a terrifyingly huge bear. His cock nearly doubled in thickness, and
sprouted to half-again its length, and Ashlan nearly fainted from the
sudden explosion of pain within him. The bear growled then, and locked
it powerful, toothed jaws around Ashlan's neck and head, clearly
intending to shatter the base of his skull if he fought.

Ashlan stilled, and the bear-god continued to drive his massive cock
into the stag-god, who could only lie there, sobbing in pain.

But the increase in size meant that Ashlan's ass, already tight and
hot, gripped the bear-god's cock like a vice. In a short period, the
orc god came, roaring a mighty grizzly's roar that shook the cave as
he did so, and Ashlan's nethers were coated with slick semen that
suddenly made the punching bear-fuck slightly more tolerable.

Then, the bear was still. It snuffled at Ashlan's ear and jaw, licking
his neck as it slowly pulled its cock free. Ashlan gasped at the
sensation of the massive member slopping itself free, and he nearly
passed out when he was free of it.

He curled into a ball, then, rolling over onto his side, so that he
could see the bear-god. The massive black-furred bear stood over ten
feet in height, with massive claws. It stood on its hind legs, looming
menacingly over him, as the sound of shifting bone and shrinking flesh
came to him.

The bear shifted its form into that of the orc again, who looked down
at Ashlan with a cold look of satisfied revenge.

"Forgive...forgive me, lord," Ashlan whispered, tears coursing down his
face. He was too weak and ravaged to stand or even move, but he could
speak. "It was...wrong...it was wrong of me to take advantage of you. I
beg...beg for my life, mighty bear-god, and ask leave only to leave."

"You do not have it," the bear-god barked, walking to the pool of warm
water. He scooped water and washed off his cock and then squatted in
the water, to similarly treat his nethers. "You came here to learn the
god-ways, and learn them you shall. Assuming you can handle being used
roughly. My ways are not for the weak, nor are they polite. You've my
word that I shan't wear the bear-skin when I take you again, unless
you anger me -- or bed me," he said with a leer.

"Stay and learn, fool. It is the way of our kind."

Ashlan then sighed, both relieved and afraid, and drifted off to sleep.