Werebear

Revelations

I didn’t go straight to the lodge.  I knew that the policy for residents was that paying guests got first crack at the buffet, and the meal hadn’t even begun yet, so I looked for a quiet spot near the lake.  I ended up in the clearing where I had first participated in the sun circle.  I needed to think.  Was domination really the way to go?  I had let myself be led here because of the immediate need to contain Twinkle-Toes until we could try Stephan’s plan.  But it now seemed that level of control was not necessary.  Also, the retreat would finish up in less than twenty-four hours, so there would no longer be the need to worry about what the visitors would think. 

Besides my growing discomfort with the whole bondage thing, was the mystery of the hidden dreams and the mysterious intruder.  Who was she?  Had I really just seen her watching from the shadows?  The events of the last week had me doubting my own sanity.  Could I trust myself right now?  Twinkle-Toes certainly was not himself, might I have also been somehow changed by the violent abduction and fucking of the biker?  And why had I started to feel the electric orgasm from a simple kiss?

I had sat down under the same tree I sat beneath the first time I was here.  I needed to calm my mind and seek clarity.  I still had the crystals Sniff had given me the first night I came here, I always carried them with me these days.  I pulled them out of a pocket and held one in each hand, closing my eyes and attempting to empty my mind, but all I could see was Twinkle-Toes being taken from me, and all I could feel was grief.  I didn’t have the strength to fight it and let that feeling overtake me.

As I relaxed and slumped forward, my eyes opened, and I focused how the late afternoon sun danced on the grass in front of me.  It almost sparkled, the reflection was so bright.  That was odd because the grass beside me, though well lit, did not shimmer so.  I followed the glow, realizing that it felt familiar.  I could follow its movement as It snaked through the grass and finally reached the tree in front of me.  The shimmer moved up the trunk and formed an outline of a figure, the very same figure I had seen a few minutes ago.  As her outline grew in intensity, I began to see more detail in the figure itself.  She matched the description Twinkle-Toes had given me, tall and thin, long gray hair, and a long skirt.  I could no longer see the tree trunk because of the brightness of the outline, but I could see the figure still within its confines.  To my amazement she stepped forward and stood in front of the tree.

The outline disappeared, and I found myself sitting in front of this strange being.  Oddly, I wasn’t afraid, just curious.  She didn’t speak but moved forward and sat on the ground in front of me, bringing herself to my level and facing me eye to eye.  I wanted to ask so many questions, who are you? Is it you visiting my dreams? what’s going on?  These questions and more filled my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them.  Instead, I just looked into her eyes and allowed myself to be open to her.  I never heard a word and she never spoke, but I knew she understood my concerns.  She offered me the calm I was seeking, and I drank deep.  She carried a level of confidence and power that none of the masters could match.  This was a confidence born, not of bravado or force, but of long diligent labor.  It was the confidence of a musician who had practiced countless hours and had made the music part of their soul.  It was the confidence of the chef who had tried and failed so many times that they understood how the slightest variation of ingredients would affect the outcome of a recipe.  It was a confidence that was so secure that disobedience was not a treat, just a disappointment, and this confidence carried the patience to wait for an invitation to offer guidance. 

I saw that patience focused on me, waiting for me to ask for help.  I knew she could sense my confusion and I knew she would not intervene unless I invited her.  But at the moment I couldn’t frame any kind of question or request.  She smiled again and I felt assured that she would be here when I needed her, when we needed her.  Smoothly and silently she stood and backed toward the tree.  She began to fade into the deepening shadows that were forming under it, and stepping further back into the tree itself, she was gone. 

The late afternoon sun was fading fast.  How long had I been here?  The lights of the lodge were blazing, and I could hear the general hubbub of the of a meal in full swing in the dining room.  I shook myself, wondering if I had fallen asleep or maybe imagined all that, then getting up I rushed to the lodge to get us some food.

I checked in With Sniff and told him I needed to speak to him, but he was one of the facilitators for the evening program and would again be helping to lead the final workshop the next morning.  He would not be able to give me his undivided attention until tomorrow afternoon.  He also told me that Peter had volunteered to keep watch on the cabin for the night.  I assured him that I didn’t think that was necessary, but he insisted.

Returning to the cabin, I found Twinkle-toes wide awake and anxious.  “What took you so long?  You’ve been gone for hours!” 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”  I thought it best not to mention my vision, visitation, whatever it was.  He didn’t seem to think anything of his vision of the woman, but I recognized we were dealing with some sort of spiritual force or being that was very powerful.  I released him from the kennel, and he sat beside me on the sofa as we ate. 

I knew the retreat would start up again soon and decided to take him for his evening walk earlier rather than later.  We wandered along a couple of paths until I knew they would have regathered, and then we headed to the lodge for showers and dessert.  We did dessert first, then headed downstairs for our evening cleanings.  Twinkle-Toes was more engaged than usual and suggested that we lather each other up and rub each other down.  I agreed and we began covering each other’s bodies with wonderfully slippery soap suds.  We were both hard almost instantly and it was clear that he wanted to give me his cum here tonight.  He hardly spoke, but spun me around and, pinning me to the cold tiles of the shower wall, he slipped his slick dick in and began pounding furiously.  I was quickly lost in the passion, aware of nothing but his body pressed against mine and the completeness I felt at having him inside of me.

How long this continued I have no idea, but when he finally unleashed the fire he had been holding, it was clear it was all for me,  The electricity of his cum instantly set me alight, and if someone hadn’t grabbed my balls and pulled hard I probably wouldn’t have been able to contain myself.  As the sexual fog lifted, I realized we were not alone.  Far from it, in fact.  I think the entire retreat group had crammed themselves into the shower room, and thankfully, Sniff had managed to reach me and grab my balls just in the nick of time.  They were all clapping and cheering, and as they began to leave, I could hear them commenting to one another on how hot that was, and how they had never seen such an intense orgasm, especially one without cum. 

Sniff told them to all head back to the great room, “I’ll be right up, you might want to grab a snack and pee, this was our break.”  Once they had all left the shower room, he turned to me.  “Are you alright?  I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I’ve seen a lot.”  His eyes glazed for a moment and he added, “Stephan is on his way.  He says the bear went wild a few minutes ago and he is just now regaining his composure.”

“What happened?” I asked a bit dazed still.  “Why was everyone down here?”

“Are you kidding?” he chuckled.  “You were moaning and screaming so loud I think they probably heard you three towns over.  It totally disrupted the retreat.  No one could focus, so I called an early break and came to find out what was going on.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”  I caught myself, “I’m not usually a screamer.  What the hell happened?”

Twinkle-toes shuffled uneasily, and when we both looked at him, he confessed, “It was me.  I did what she told me to.”

Sniff immediately asked, “What?  Who is she?”

I answered him by asking Twinkle-toes, “The woman you saw the other night, right?”  he nodded.  “You saw her again?”

“Yes.”

“And she spoke to you this time?”

“kind of.”  He looked puzzled.  “She never really spoke, but I could hear her voice.”

“What did she tell you to do?”  Sniff seemed concerned.  “When did you see her?”

“I saw her just before  you came back with supper,” and hesitating only slightly, he added, “She told me not to be afraid, that I shouldn’t hold back, that I shouldn’t just give you my cum, but everything I have, all my feelings and desires.  She told me that if I did that, I wouldn’t ever have to fear the bear again, and he would not be able to hold onto me.   I would be free.”

We both had more questions, but Sniff needed to return to the retreat, and I thought it best for us to make our way back to the cabin as quickly as possible. 

“Stephan should be here about the time we break up for the evening.  We’ll join you in the cabin then.”

I agreed, and as he left, we finished up our showers and headed out.