Bears thing (Grizz trying to rape an anon) [abuse fic]

    In retrospect, the whole venture had been a bad idea from the start, but as they say, hindsight’s twenty-twenty and what’s done is done. It had started off innocently enough, a couple drinks, a few slightly inebriated party games, and some food to christen the evening. Then, as everything progressed, it had evolved from an innocuous party into a wild mess with no hopes of being tamed.

    People who I was sure were only there through some form of osmosis began filing through the doors fast enough to make my already spinning head utterly reel. The stream of party guests eventually became so constant that I was forced to abandon my post under the arch of the door in favor of assimilating myself into the still growing crowd

    As I maneuvered my way toward the couch — careful not to drop my still half finished beer — I had to wonder how the cave’s proprietors must have felt about the slew of unexpected party guests.

Ice Bear would probably be maintaining a constant vigil, making sure nothing was broken, stolen or anything of that nature. I knew the second that anything with a pair of boobs and a pretty smile walked through the door, Panda was a goner. Grizz, I imagined, was probably in his own personal paradise, most likely wishing the outpouring of party guests never stopped.

My suspicions were partly correct. Grizz was indeed greatly enjoying the veritable flood of new party guests that seemed to swell by the minute and Panda was — just as predicted — floating helplessly just outside the orbit of one of the more attractive women in the room. That only left Ice Bear who, upon further inspection, had barricaded himself in the fridge with heavy padlocks and more than a couple deadbolts.

The initial wave of empathy I felt for the bears and the state of their house was very quickly smothered by the onset of a particularly strong wave of nausea.

I was drunk, there was no two ways about it. I’d started off the night keeping a relatively controlled pace, but I was sort of notorious around some of my other circles for letting alcohol get the better of me when it came to social gatherings and by the time the bears had even finished their first beers I was already a good ways through my third — and that was back when the party consisted of our meager gathering of four.

Now, as guests continued to file through the door and the seemingly never ending wellspring of alcohol continued to flow, I realized that I was in dire need of a comfy bed to lie down in to wait out of the sick feeling you get when you consume far too much alcohol.

I lifted my body off the couch and staggered toward the bedrooms in the back of the cave, weaving in between bodies as I did so. Remembering that Panda’s room was closest to the living room, I drunkenly shoved a few more guests out of my way and heaved open Panda’s bedroom door, jumping slightly as two silhouettes ducked down underneath the covers followed by a long string of curses.

“Sorry,” I said, shutting the door and turning sharply to make my way to the room at the end of the hall. This time I was far more wary about any potential surprises, easing the door open and giving the room a cursory once over to make sure I hadn’t missed any stragglers. Confident that I was alone, I finally relaxed, permitting myself some much needed rest to clear my head of this terribly drunken rout.

Without even bothering to undress or even properly fix the bed, I threw myself onto the sheets and surrendered to the siren song that was sleep.

I had no idea what time of night it was or how long I’d spent passed out like that, but after what felt like hours the peaceful dream I’d been having about living with some unnamed significant other on a paradise like tropical island was abruptly cut short when something very warm and very heavy decided to use my body as its own personal mattress.

Instantly I jerked awake, my peaceful sleep brought to an abrupt, screeching halt as air was all but forced from my lungs. My first instinct was to push, but whatever it was that was crushing me proved far too heavy for me to lift. My next option was to try and shimmy out from under the weighted mass, but this too proved woefully ineffective.

I was in the middle of calculating any options I may have had left when the mass on top of me began to stir, allowing my lungs to expand and contract normally again. Immediately I began taking big greedy gulps of the oxygen I’d been so cruelly denied; and amidst my hurried attempts to feed my starving lungs, I found my senses overwhelmed with the bitter, hoppy smell of beer and the heavy tang of artificial sweetener.

This — I surmised — meant whoever was currently crushing me with their weight was probably still very drunk. I gave another valiant push against the mass on top of me and was surprised when what greeted my hands was not the coarseness of clothing but the soft fluffy give of fur.

This proved to narrow the list of potential suspects down significantly. In fact, I quickly realized that given the way Panda and Ice Bear had been acting before I’d stumbled into this particular bedroom, that there was only one culprit who fit the bill; and my suspicions were confirmed when I heard the exceptionally drunken voice of Grizz babbling incoherently at me.

My struggle to understand the largely unintelligible mess of sounds the large grizzly bear (who was still draped over my body) was spouting seemed to have kick started something in my brain because in that moment, I began to hear the distant sound of the still roaring party begin to slowly bleed into my ears. I rolled my head to the side to stare at the clock on the nightstand and grimaced when it read 4:16AM. I absently had to wonder if either Panda or Ice Bear had realized how out of hand the situation was getting, but was quickly brought back to the now when Grizz decided now was as good a time as any to shimmy up my body, effectively putting us face to face.

“Get off,” I demanded, pushing against the wall of fur and flesh with all of the strength I could muster given my still addled mind and heavy body. Grizz only smiled goofily at me, wrapping both his paws around my torso and pulling me tight to his chest. I was momentarily stunned by the sudden abrasiveness, but I was in no mood to indulge him. I was still a little drunk and still very tired. “No seriously, get off. I don’t feel good and I just wanna get some rest.”

Again, my pleas to be left alone seemed to fall on deaf ears as my overly-gregarious host continued to squeeze me as though he were a child and I was his favorite stuffed toy. Growing rather annoyed at the bear’s lack of understanding, I once again began to push, this time adding my feet to the equation.

Despite the weakness in my limbs and Grizz’s obvious size advantage, the added leverage was enough to dislodge me from my drunken host’s clutches long enough to roll off the bed and onto the floor. Scrambling to my feet, I took a single step toward the door before something large and furry wrapped itself around my wrist.

“Staaaaaaaaaay,” he drawled, a drunken smile splayed across his face.

I threw an angry glance over my shoulder at the mess of a bear halfway hanging off the bed and attempted to pull my arm free with no luck. “I’m tired, I wanna sleep, and you’re really drunk. I’ll just go sleep in Panda’s room and you can have the whole bed to yourself.”

“Don’t gooooooo,” Grizz slurred, attempting to get up and in the process, falling completely off the bed and yanking me backward sharply. I felt my entire center of gravity shift as I was pulled off my feet, grunting as I came to land on something soft and furry. However, before I could accurately assess my situation, I felt the familiar warmth of a pair of arms being wrapped around my torso and came to realize that I was right back where I started.

“Grizz, seriously. I wanna go to bed.” I gave a few half-hearted jerks in an attempt to break free but it was clear that he was much stronger than I was. This fact was emphasized further when the big guy decided that our current position wasn’t to his liking, instead opting to roll us both so that we were lying on our sides, me lying against his chest while he wrapped himself around me almost protectively.

“Okay,” I grumbled, shimmying around a bit in an attempt to get comfortable. “Guess I’m sleeping here tonight.” Unfortunately for me, it seemed Grizz had other things on his mind besides sleep; because as soon as I felt like I was settled enough to actually fall asleep, I began to feel an odd sort of friction around my lower region — specifically my rear.

Was he…?

With only suspicion guiding me, I held my breath and remained perfectly still, only to again be greeted by that same grating friction. At that point it was unmistakable.

Grizz was dry humping me

“Grizz!” I hissed, but — as seemed to be the norm this particular night — I went unheard. “Grizz!” I tried again, only to be ignored a second time. This struck a chord with me and I once again began to struggle; but instead of the half-hearted squirming or shimmying I had been utilizing before to try and escape, this time I threw all caution or care to the wind, opting to simply thrash in his grasp like a captured animal until I either got tired or broke free. Whichever came first.

However, it seemed like Grizz was not about to let me escape so easily and the harder I thrashed, the tighter his grip around me got, his claws ripping through the fabric of my shirt and eventually my skin, leaving bleeding, red gashes on my torso and my arms.

“Ow, jesus Grizz, stop!” I all but yelled, but despite my appeal, Grizz continued to not only dry hump me but also claw at my now exposed skin with his claws. Feeling my incessant flailing was doing more harm than good at this point, I began to finally settle.

Grizz must have felt me finally surrender, because the second I relaxed, I could feel the almost impossible squeeze he had on me becoming even more intimate, the warmth of his breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. Not only that, but I could also feel something warm and hard poking my ass every time his hips gyrated against mine. I swallowed hard as I realized exactly what it was.

I was afforded no time to be disgusted as I felt the hot breath of my aggressor move further up the back of my neck to eventually settle squarely on the back of my head. I could practically feel the huge, greedy inhales of air he was taking, the shampoo I’d used before coming over no doubt enticing him further.

“Mmmm, you smell so good, bro.”

A sharp, fear pricked tingle wormed its way up my spine as the friction on my rear end became harder and more insistent. At this point panic overtook me, and with no foreseeable avenue of escape, I did something I knew I would instantly regret.

With all of the torque I could muster given my predicament, I reared back and drove an elbow hard into Grizz’s side. The ursine gave a pained grunt, almost immediately uncurling from around me and finally allowing me room to breathe. Not wasting a second I sprang to my feet, crossing the bedroom and throwing open the door.

I could hear Grizz’s pained moans even as I closed the door behind me and began weaving through the still impressive throng of party guests to get to the door. I’d cleared the hallway and was halfway between the couch and the door before I heard Panda call out to me from somewhere in the kitchen.

“You leaving, Anon?”

“Yeah,” I said, without even bothering to turn or even slow my pace. I grabbed my coat off the impromptu coat rack Ice Bear had made and slid it quickly over my body, muttering a curt “thanks for the party,” before practically throwing opening the door and stalking out into the darkness of the California wilderness.