Once upon a time there were three man-bears. The oldest was Daddy John, a muscular and very handsome grizzly. He sported a lovely pelt of fur on his chest leading to a yummy treasure trail right down to his big…well I think you get the drift.

The second bear was Dean, John's cub but now a bear in his own right. Dean was a honey bear, sexy and downright beautiful. He was a young bear with round, furry, blonde ears that stood out prominently because of his masculine buzz cut. Dean was known far and wide in the villages and amongst the other woodland creatures as a lothario. Everyone tried to tame him but it would take just the right creature to achieve that. Dean was very partial to human males but there was never one pretty enough for him.

The third bear was adorable with a capitol A. His name was Cas and he had dark fuzzy panda bear ears because…you guessed, he was a sweet little panda boy.

John had picked up Cas at a Rainbow Fair in the village when he and Dean were selling honey from Winchester Apiaries. Cas was tied up and sitting on a dog bed with a For Sale sign around his neck. John thought he would be a wonderful addition to his big, lonely bed and promptly bought the cute, blue eyed creature for the grand sum of twelve jars of honey.

That day he carried Cas like an itty bitty prize to his wagon and the pair had been inseparable ever since. John still hadn't cracked the seal on Cas' virgin honey pot but he had a good feeling his cub would put out any day now.

John, now very happy to have his own mate and encouraged Dean to find a lovely cub for himself, Dean would flatten his furry blonde ears and snort, "That will be the day!"

Little did Dean know that there was a tall, lovely boy named Sammylocks that would soon enter their lives and invade their little cottage in the Honey Bee Forest.

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Sammylocks was a lovely human, attractive, kind, and sweet. He kept himself locked up tighter than Fort Knox, always waiting for his one true love. At eighteen years old he was considered an old maid and his mother Jody was sure Sam's ovaries would just shrivel right up and she would never be a grandmother. His father Bobby was always bringing around eligible young Hunters to court Sammylocks or "Sam" as everyone called him.

Sam would have none of it, in Fairytale Land he was blessed with the ability to be male and still have children. Sam decided he wouldn't waste it breeding with one of the jerks his father brought home.

Sam was being primped and pampered by his mother. At the moment she was styling his hair in long sausage curls which he hated. Sam shook his head until all the Nellie Olsen curls were gone and his shiny mane hung in pretty waves over his broad shoulders.

"Mom, stop fussing with me, why do I have to wear my fancy clothes anyway?"

Jody stood on a ladder to powder her son's nose, "Because you have a royal suitor coming for dinner to court you. Prince Adam the Dullard, he spotted you in the village one day and was quite smitten with you. Despite you being older than dirt at eighteen, he is willing to over look that and marry you anyway."

Sam stomped his big foot, "No way! Adam is most boring boy in all the land, plus he's weird. It's like he's kind of attractive but not really."

Jody climbed off the ladder and started going through Sam's closet, "What do mean I don't follow you."

"It's hard to explain. If Adam were in a room full of average looking boys he would be considered handsome but next to actual handsome boys he just doesn't measure up. If Adam were a color it would be beige."

Jody hopped on a step stool and slapped him on the butt, "Tough, suck it up and get dressed. You're meeting the prince and that's final."

…..

Sam picked at his Happy Meal ignoring the Prince. Adam stole one of his French fries and began licking it seductively simulating oral sex on Sam. Sam threw up a little in his mouth and inched his chair over toward his mother.

Afterward Bobby encouraged them to sit on the porch swing with a bottle of Boones Farm Tickled Pink and two plastic cups hoping nature would take its course and he would have a son-in-law and heir to Singer Wagon Salvage very soon. Bobby winked at the couple, "Here you go, after a bottle of this Jody and I made Sam."

Sam wrinkled up his nose at the thought, "Gross dad, I don't want to hear how I was made especially in front of company." Bobby punched Adam in the shoulder, "Go get 'em tiger!"

He left to spy on the couple through the kitchen curtains with Jody. She thought Adam looked as if he were a few crayons short of a box and didn't care for his lack of personality. "Bobby that kid isn't marriage material, why did you bring him for Sam?"

"Because woman, Sam is eighteen and no closer to finding a partner, I've run out of options. I know Prince Adam is pretty close to the bottom of the barrel but he's nice enough. Sure their kids wouldn't be very smart but brains aren't everything."

…..

Adam unscrewed the cap on the wine bottle and poured some handing the cup to Sam, "For m' lady." Sam grabbed the bottle and gulped down half of it then handed it back to Adam. He let out a loud belch and scratched his balls trying his hardest to gross out the vacant, dull blonde.

It just turned Adam on more, he reached over and began playing with Sam's long, luxurious hair, "No wonder they call you Sammylocks, you have the loveliest mane in all the land."

Sam lifted his leg and let out a Happy Meal fart then folded his arms and crossed his legs, "What do you think of that? I'm disgusting, who would marry me with all my farting and belching."

Adam sniffed the air, "Why it smells of French fries I love it!"

Sam pouted, "What if I pick my nose?"

Adam drank the rest of the wine to gather enough courage to kiss him. Finally he made his move and gave Sam a wet, sloppy smooch which earned him a slap on face.

"Get off me you dullard!"

Adam rubbed his cheek and snapped at Sam, "Your father said you need to get married. Why you're an old maid already! It doesn't matter how attractive you are Sam, at eighteen you are almost washed up. Give you hand in marriage to me and be done with it. You could do worse than to marry a prince. I won't let you go Sam."

Sam clocked him over the head with the empty bottle and ran as fast has he could away from his home, his parents expectations and responsibilities. Sam decided to strike out on his own and live off the land. The problem was the pretty young man never had to live off anything or anyone but his parents before and soon found himself hopelessly lost in the Honey Bee Forest.

Cas was skipping around the yard gathering chestnuts for roasting in his frilly apron pockets. John had bought the little cub a closet full of short gingham dresses, pinafores, saddle shoes, white knee socks and little white panties. John had unusual tastes.

Dean was stirring a vat of honey as he watched his father's arm candy bending over and giving them both a show. "Wow that is really something. Hey dad did you hit that yet?"

Cas raised his hand high in the air and waved to them, "Daddy I got lots of chestnuts for you!" His dress rode up flashing the front of his panties that hardly contained the contents. John smiled and waved back, "Not yet but I think it's going to happen really soon. Damn that kid is adorable; when he wiggles those cute fuzzy black ears of his I achieve wood."

Dean made a gagging sound, "Gross, a grizzly and a panda mating? It's just too weird for me but whatever floats your boat I guess."

Cas pranced over and sat on his daddy bears lap and kissed him, "Daddy look at the pocket full of nuts I have for you." John was going to say something dirty but it seemed too easy. Dean said it instead, "Hey baby bear, dad has a couple of big nuts for you…dad show him."

"Dean!"

Dean cackled at his wit, "Too funny. Cas when are you gonna let dad bust the seal on that little honey pot of yours?"

Cas frowned and cocked his head, "bust a honey pot?"

John bounced the cub on his lap enjoying the friction, "Dean, don't confuse him. You know I bought Cas for his looks only. So son when are you getting a mate of your own? I heard there is a new bear clan that moved in down the Bluebell path. Kodiak bears in fact; the family has a son named Teddy that's about ripe for a mounting."

Dean shoved his hand in the warm kettle of honey and began licking it off with a smile on his face, "No thanks, I'm holding out for a hot looking human."

John growled, "And you think a grizzly and panda are an odd combination! A human…can you imagine what your cubs would look like?"

Dean snaked his tongue around a long, honey covered claw, "Totally adorable that's what they would look like."

John stood, tossing Cas over his shoulder and cracked him on the ass while the panda wiggled in delight.

"Dean, get that bottled up, we have to sell it at the Annual Bear Pride Fair this weekend and we leave tomorrow morning."

Cas wiggled some more, "Daddy can I go off leash this time?"

John pinched his tiny tushy, "Don't be silly, you would taken in the wink of an eye! Now I have to spank you for being naughty."

The panda giggled all the way to the cottage.

Dean stayed behind filling jars with the golden treat. He heard a slap then a screech followed by a giggle come through the window.

The lonely young bear sighed, "If I only had a mate of my own I wouldn't spend endless nights banging everything in sight. What a tiring thing it is to screw my way thought the whole forest and all the villages looking for just the right creature to fill my empty heart."

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Sam woke up on a bed of moss with beams of early morning sunshine lighting his makeshift mattress. Little birds sang overhead and the last of the diehard peepers finally silenced their croaking.

He rested his head on his arms and watched the dappled leaves shake in the warm breeze. Sam thought the forest wasn't that scary at all. He felt free from the constant nagging to get married. Here in the Honey Bee Forest he could be himself and forge a new life.

That all sounded very good right up until his tummy rumbled from hunger. Sam recalled the blueberry pancakes his mother enjoyed making and thought that civilization had its perks. No matter, he forged ahead determined to find some food.

When he reached the edge of the forest Sam caught the wonderful scent of porridge and honey.

John lifted Cas onto the wagon and set him on a velvet pillow, "How is Daddy's little cub today?"

Cas folded his arms and huffed, "My buns are sore."

John secured the collar and leash on the boy cub and kissed the top of his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength. I'll buy you a pretty bauble, how would you like that?"

Cas broke into a smile and stroked his fuzzy ears, "Maybe I can get a new pair of earrings?"

John nuzzled his slender neck, "Of course, anything for my sweetheart."

Dean made his famous gagging sound, "Come on man, I just ate!"

John hopped down and helped him load the crates of honey onto the wagon. They hitched up their horse Impala and headed off the Bear Pride Fair.

John nudged his son on the way, "Are you sure you locked the cottage, dumped out the porridge and made the beds?"

Dean shrugged, "Yeah I'm pretty sure I did."

TBC