When things get a little bit Harry

Rarity was puffing up her cheeks in frustration while hanging off of Harry's shoulder. There was nothing she could do as the bear carried her further and further into the Everfree Forest. In terms of sheer physical strength she couldn't overpower him, her weapons were out of reach for the time being and she didn't have the same arsenal of offensive spells that Twilight possessed. She was, simply put, at his mercy.

“You could at least tell me, where we're going,” she complained.

Harry lumbered on without any indication that he had understood her request. It must have been at least ten or fifteen minutes until their destination had become apparent. Harry crouched down to enter the well-concealed entrance to a cave and put Rarity down.

“Gently, pleeaase,” she mumbled, rubbing her buttocks, on which she had landed on the cold stone floor. “Ahhhh!” Once again the bear was pressing his muzzle against her, sniffing curiously.

In her attempt to retreat Rarity backed into the wall. She was trapped now, but she had a good idea of what her furry friend was after. Reaching into her pocket, her fingers found the bag of peppers she had prepared for Fluttershy's stalker. “No,” she told herself. It wouldn't have been right. While his attention was inconvenient, Harry hadn't actually hurt her.

She closed her fingers around the three remaining granola bars in her other pocket and pulled them out, holding them in front of the bear's face. “You want these, don't you?” His eyes were fixed on her hand. “Alright, you can have them.”

The fashionista threw the bars deeper into the cave and Harry was quick to go after them. Seizing the opportunity, Rarity got up and dashed out of the cave. But she hadn't made three steps into the darkness of the forest and no sooner did the flaw in her escape plan become clear.

“Where do I go?” Harry had made so many twists and turns that she wasn't exactly sure which way to go to get back to Fluttershy's house or even Ponyville in general. The fact that it was pitch-black didn't help very much either. Holding out her hands in front of her, she took a few more tentative steps and soon her foot got caught on an unseen root.

With a scream and a splash she went down into the mud. “Owwww.” She wasn't hurt, but covered in dirt, which was just as bad in her mind. Pushing herself up, something fell out of her fur coat. Fumbling around for it, she found that it was the whistle she had brought. Would it make any sense to try and call for help that way? Maybe they were still close enough to the edge of the forest for Fluttershy to hear it.

“Ewww, this is what I get for trying to help out a friend,” she mumbled, brushing the dirt off the whistle. The thought of putting her lips on it after it had splashed into the mud made her cringe. She was just about ready to give it a try, when a faint howl could be heard in the distance.

“Timberwolves,” she thought and froze. Reasoning as much as reluctance to blow into the dirty whistle made her reevaluate the situation. “Maybe loudly announcing your position in a scary wood full of dangerous critters isn't the brightest idea you've ever had, Rarity.”

There had to be something she could use to find the way back. She looked around, then looked around some more and finally she dejectedly hung her head. The only thing she could make out was the dimly glowing entrance to Harry's cave behind her. Trying to traverse the Everfree alone was a bad idea by daylight. Making the attempt at night was just plain foolish, so the only sensible option left to her was going back to the cave.

When she entered, Harry was still busy tearing the packaging off the granola bars in a corner and devouring the snacks. Rarity took the opportunity to look around. There were some lit candles, a cupboard and curiously a low, wooden table in the middle of the cave. Atop the table sat a tea set that she recognized from Fluttershy's critter picnics.

For a cave in the middle of the woods it was rather homey, actually. Sure, a few drapes here and there couldn't hurt, but for a bear Harry had a remarkably good sense for picking out furniture, Rarity mused. She sank in front of the table in a seiza position, resting her elbows on the table after throwing off the hood of her dangerous-mission-outfit. At least it had served its purpose by keeping her beautiful hair from being splattered with mud.

“I hope you're happy,” she told Harry, while watching him chow down. “I can't go back now. Looks like we'll be sharing a bunk tonight.”

For the first time Harry looked up. He had been about to gobble up the last of the snacks, but paused at hearing her voice. Perhaps it was her body language that told him she wasn't altogether happy being here. So he picked up the final granola bar with his teeth, came over and deposited it on the table in front of her.

Rarity grimaced. Although she was rather hungry at this point, the bear saliva all over the piece of food didn't look very appetizing. Gingerly she pushed it away from her, making sure to only touch it with her pinkie. “That's very generous of you, darling. But please, go ahead and eat up.”

Harry looked at her with what seemed like a frown. Then an idea hit him and he made his way over to the cupboard. Removing a flask and two wooden tankards from it, he brought them over to the table. He was very agile with his claws and easily unstoppered the flask, pouring a golden liquid into the each of the tankards. He pushed one of them over to Rarity.

“What's this?” she asked. “You want me to drink this?” She was a little parched, so she picked up the container and inspected the drink. It smelled like honey and there was also a hint of alcohol. “Is this honey wine? Did you make this yourself?”

Harry nodded vigorously. So he was capable of understanding part of what she was saying, Rarity thought. Maybe it was just the inflexion in her voice. Fluttershy always said that it didn't matter so much what you said to animals as long as you said it in a calm and controlled manner and that everybody was capable of communicating with them at least on some level.

“Maybe that's why Fluttershy is so good at it,” Rarity mused. “Her voice. Oh well, it's not like I'm going anywhere until morning. Might as well give it a try.”

Harry watched intently as she lifted the tankard to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes widened and she immediately began to cough. “Has a bit of a sting to it, doesn't it?” she said hoarsely. That was putting it mildly. It felt like somebody had set her throat on fire. After a few seconds though, the sweet flavour of honey spread through her mouth and the alcohol didn't seem so bad.

Harry took a long drink himself and made some grumbling sounds. He was trying to tell her something, pointing first at himself, then at the flask and finally at a lump of straw and leaves in the corner of the cave. He closed his eyes and made some fake snoring noises.

Rarity nodded. “Yes, I can see why you would keep that next to your bed during hibernation. I'm sure it warms you right up, when you wake up.” She took another drink. This time she was prepared for it and it didn't sting so much. She licked her lips to get some more of the honey flavour in her mouth and giggled. “This is really good. You could give the Apple Family Cider a run for its money with that. May I have another, darling?”

The bear grunted with satisfaction at the compliment and topped off her tankard. This time she drained half of it in one go and sighed happily afterward. She could feel her cheeks getting hot. Drinking on an empty stomach was probably not a good idea, but how else was she gonna spend the evening, now that she was trapped here?

Harry looked at her with some amazement and, not to be outdone, downed his tankard and refilled them both. Rarity snickered. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk.”

Two hours passed and the dressmaker was now anything but sober and feeling a little playful. She leaned over and put a hand on the bear's hairy hind leg. She looked at him with a smile. “Has anyone ever told you that you're a very handsome bear? It can't be easy to keep your fur this well groomed out here in the forest.”

Harry stared at her blankly. It seemed like the words took a moment to sink in, if he understood them at all. Then suddenly he roared and exploded into movement. Rarity was knocked back in surprise at the sudden move and fell flat on her back. The bear climbed on top of her.

“Was it something I said?” she asked fearfully. This had been the first sign of hostility so far. Deciding that the best course of action would be not to anger him any further, she lay perfectly still. Then she could feel something poke her against her stomach. She looked down and her eyes widened. “Oh, dear Celestia!” The soft tip of Harry's member was prodding at her and the bear was panting heavily.

“Now, … now listen here … it was just a joke,” she said in a flustered manner. “I'm not the kind of girl to go all the way on a first date! I'm a lady.”

Ignoring her words, Harry started to grind his hips against her fur coat. A sticky stain was left, where he was rubbing.

Not knowing what to do, Rarity pounded against his chest, which made him flinch momentarily and allowed her to crawl out from under him. “Now listen here,” she said, her heart pounding, when she had moved a few feet away. “You're a really nice bear, Harry, and I'm sure you'll make a lady bear very happy one day, but I'm a human! Do you understand?”

Obviously he didn't, because Harry cocked his head to the side and looked at her quizzically. He moved slowly closer and tugged at her fur coat with his claw and then at his own pelt.

Rarity bit her lower lip. “Ow, how am I gonna make you understand?” He still believed that she was a bear. There really was only one option, to show him. She sighed and began to open the front of her coat. To minimize the rustling of the fabric she wasn't wearing anything underneath except her underwear. But she'd have to do it to make him understand what she was. After that he'd stop thinking of her that way and it wasn't like seeing a woman in lingerie would make a bear sexually excited, right?

The bear's eyes watched her intently as she shrugged out of the heavy garb and let it fall to the ground behind her. Rarity looked away in embarrassment, painfully aware that she was kneeling in a cave, wearing nothing more than her white bra and panties and a set of black stockings with matching garter belt to cover her curvy body.

“Do you get it now?” she asked. “Eeep!” The dressmaker's voice jumped a full octave, when she realized that Harry had stood up on two legs and was now standing in front of her, his ursine phallus dangling right in front of her face.

Apparently the difference in species hadn't been an issue for him. “Now what?” Rarity thought out loud. Harry laid a paw on her head and gave it a light push, bringing her mouth even closer to his erect bearhood. Perhaps it was mating season? “Think, Rarity. Fluttershy always says that when dealing with wild animals, it's best to follow their lead.”

Her nose crinkled, but there was nothing else she could think of that wouldn't upset him at this point. At least it seemed like the best course of action, considering her blood alcohol level. “Alright,” she said with resignation. “I'm gonna help you out here, never let it be said that I don't reward hospitality with generosity. But this stays between us, are we clear?”

Sticking her tongue out, she began to lick the tip slowly with circling motions. Harry seemed unimpressed and gave her head a stronger push. She glared up at him. “Don't rush me. It's very impolite, you know.”

Opening her mouth, she took him in partway and began to suck. Her tongue was still moving in circular motions. Normally she would have been hesitant to do this sort of thing, even for a man. It was just so … uncouth. But she was a perfectionist and thus had practiced, as one of her favourite magazines had suggested, with a cucumber.

Bears, being driven more by instinct, didn't seem to think very highly of book-learning, however, as Rarity experienced first-hand when Harry pushed more firmly and her mouth took in the full length of his cock.

Harry shuddered in delight and as a result of not being used to standing on two legs, he fell forward onto all fours. Rarity was pushed onto her back with a muffled cry. There was no stopping the wild bear now as nature took its course. Having his dick squeezed by Rarity's smooth, silky lips made him start thrusting his hips.

The dressmaker couldn't do anything but let him have his way with her mouth. At least she wasn't lying on the cold floor, having fallen onto her discarded coat. “Following their lead my ass, Fluttershy!” the fashionista thought angrily. Perhaps that was more a reflection of her own character rather than sensible advice.

Even though he wasn't using his full body weight, Harry's thrusts were hammering past her lips with considerable force. Luckily he wasn't big enough to hit the back of her throat and gag her, but Rarity's head began to swim as the bear kept face-fucking her. With each thrust his furry groin hit her nose. To her surprise Rarity found that the musky smell didn't really bother her. In fact she started to take delight in his attention.

Then he did something unexpected. Harry wheeled around, so his muzzle was above her crotch. Stopping his thrusts momentarily, he sniffed at it. A curious claw rubbed over the fabric. She had felt the wet spot forming for a while now and desperately hoped that he wouldn't notice.

But if there was one smell any animal could easily recognize, it was a bitch in heat. Harry took the thin fabric between his teeth and jerked his head. The flimsy garment had nothing on the bear's strong neck muscles and gave way with a rip. With his preference for honey, he quickly began to lick her 'honey pot' with his large, burning tongue.

Rarity shivered. Uncouth didn't even begin to describe the mess she had gotten herself into, but did anyone really care? What mattered were the two people here right now, Harry and herself. No man had ever stirred such feelings in her. The raw, animalistic attention he was giving her was intoxicating.

Wouldn't it have been unladylike to be so selfish as to continue to soak up that pleasure on her own? At least that's what she told herself, when she resumed sucking the bear's dick.

Harry responded by moving his hips again, but more gently this time, which gave her the opportunity to work with her tongue again, pleasuring the shaft in different spots. A low rumble could be heard from the animal and once more he took up speed, pumping in and out of her mouth.

Saliva was flowing from around the corners of Rarity's mouth and running down her cheeks and chin. But instead of wiping it off, she used her hands to feel for Harry's ball sack and once found, began to massage it vigorously.

He roared and redoubled his efforts. Without another warning his hot seed began to pump into her mouth. Rarity's eyes rolled back in her head. There was so much of it! It wouldn't fit all into her mouth, so when the second spurt came, the white, sticky substance shot out of her nostrils with Harry pushing down his groin into her face.

Just when she thought that she would pass out from the lack of oxygen, the bear raised his hips, trailing a line of white cum from her mouth to her breasts. Rarity stood up dizzily, but didn't make it very far as she collapsed next to the table. She turned around, trying to catch her breath. “Whew, that sure was something.” Then she looked down on herself and frowned. Her bra was ruined.

Deciding that the point of being modest had long since passed, she took it off and threw it away unceremoniously. Then she glared at the bear, who seemed to have a placid smile on his face. “That was from my new fall line, you know. As payment I'm having another tankard of that wine. Fair is fair, after all.”

She drank greedily, the sweet honey wine washing the salty aftertaste of bear cum out of her mouth. In fact she drank so fast that some of it spilled around the corners of her mouth and onto her exposed breasts. “Ooops,” she said with a hiccup and then giggled. “Oh well, not like I'm gonna ruin my clothes now.”

Harry swiveled his head around, the smell of the spilled beverage evidently having renewed his interest. He hesitantly licked her right tit.

“Geez,” Rarity said, flicking him lightly on the nose. “You're still not satisfied? You are a naughty bear, Harry.”

Impossible though it might seem, he actually looked hurt at that statement. So Rarity sighed and tilted her tankard, deliberately spilling some of the wine across her ample chest. “Fine, go ahead and drink up.”

Harry drew closer, cupping her breasts with his paws and then eagerly began to lap up the amber liquid. Rarity moaned and ruffled the fur on his head. “Oh, that's good. Keep doing that.” Her nipples stood erect.

Encouraged by the signs, Harry began to suck on them. In a stunning display of agility he even managed to pinch her nipples with his claws without hurting his drunken playmate. Rarity's head swam. If this went any further, things would be even more awkward than they were already bound to be in the morning.

She pushed him away resolutely. “No, we can't … we … we're just … woah!” Her voice trailed off, when she saw that Harry's dick had already returned to a fully primed state. She shook her head violently. “No! No,” she said, holding up a finger as if lecturing a child that it couldn't have a second piece of candy today. “This is wrong and we shouldn't do it.”

Harry frowned and traced a line with one of his claws from her stomach down to her pussy, which was still sopping wet, as if to call her a liar.

Rarity grimaced. She found that she couldn't focus her eyes upon Harry's face, so she wagged her finger in his general direction. “Listen, buster. Today is not a safe day! How are you gonna take responsibility, if I get pregnant, huh? You don't even have a steady income, being a bear living in the woods and all!”

The bear looked at her in confusion. Perhaps he was actually still sober enough to realize the utter ludicrousness of that statement. Rarity simply sniffed, lifting the tankard to her lips only to find it empty. She leaned across the table to reach for the flask. That had the unfortunate side effect that her ass was sticking out at Harry, which the bear perceived as an open invitation. After all this was the natural position for him to do it in.

When the grinning Rarity picked up the flask, she was startled by Harry taking a running leap at her and burying himself into her up to the hilt with impeccable aim. She shrieked and let the flask slip out of her hand in surprise.

“Oww,” she whined. “See what you did? You spilled it!”

Putting his front paws on the table and pushing Rarity down onto it in the process, Harry lowered his muzzle next to her face and began to lap up the wine from the surface. All the while he thrust into the dressmaker with strong bursts of his hips.

Rarity seemed far more upset by the mess in front of her than from being surprise-fucked from behind. “It would be such a shame to let to go to waste. Well, when in Rome …” Lowering her face to the table and sticking out her tongue, she began to lick up some of the wine, too.

Since she was so top-heavy, the movement forced her ass further in the air, her large breasts pressed on the table acting as the fulcrum of a lever. That in turn induced the excited bear to pound her even harder. Compared to this he had taken it slowly before. Harry's claws dug into the wooden table and he slammed himself into Rarity's lovely bottom with every thrust.

“You can't, Harry,” Rarity panted. “What will the rest of Ponyville think? I'm too young to be a mother!” Then an idea hit her. It was a great idea, one that could only come along while drunk!

Gritting her teeth, she managed to pull herself along the table a little further, far enough to let Harry's raging dick fall out of her. The bear didn't even seem to notice as he kept pushing his hips and grinding along her smooth skin.

But Rarity wasn't done yet. Reaching back over her shoulder, she took Harry's dick in one hand and aimed it for her anus. It wasn't easy while he was still moving, but eventually she had the rough bearing and slid back against him.

Her head came up sharply and she screamed in delight, when his ursine cock buried itself in her ass. Their combined juices provided just enough lubrication. “Perfect,” she giggled. “If we do it anally, I'm not gonna get pregnant by accident.” Rarity glowed at having come up with that brilliant solution to her imaginary problem.

Up until now she wouldn't have considered taking it up the ass. The thought always seemed so … dirty! But the rough friction against her insides opened her up to an entirely new form of pleasure and Harry's long, slender cock was uniquely suited for this kind of sex.

“Oh, do forgive me, if I sound unladylike, but … YES! Fuck me harder, Harry!” She was now moaning in pleasure openly, all sense of decorum gone.

The bear needed little encouragement to go all out. He leaned down and his tongue licked across her face. Far from being disgusted by the animal saliva, she responded by letting her own tongue loll out like a rutting dog, wrapping an arm across Harry's neck and letting their tongues mingle.

“Oh fuck, I'm coming,” she screamed. By this point she was shaking her hips as wildly as her partner, trying to get as much pleasure as she could out of the experience. “I'm being fucked by a bear in the ass and I'm coming! AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Arching her back, she screamed her heart out in delight. For once in her life she didn't have to watch her language, how she looked and appeared to others. With only the cave walls as witnesses she became as much an animal as Harry for that fleeting instant.

She could feel the bear cock throbbing inside of her and instinctively squeezed her muscles. “Do it, Harry! Pump your filthy sperm into my dirty ass!”

Drunk on both pleasure and honey wine, she laughed as the huge, furry bear shuddered and released his seed into her. It was even more than when he had cum in her mouth earlier and when he withdrew, the gooey cum slowly overflowed from her ass and ran down over her pussy.

Rarity lay on the table, twitching and unable to get up from the intense orgasm. It was as if an electrical current had run its course through her tired body. “Oh, Harry,” she said deliriously. “Marry me. We'll make beautiful, little babies. You can stay at home and watch the kids, while I support the family with my business.”

The bear scratched his head and then shrugged. Gently he picked Rarity up and laid her down onto her discarded fur coat. With a grunt he kissed her forehead and laid down next to her, wrapping his strong paw around her naked body.

With smiles on their faces the two unlikely lovers drifted off to a long, dreamless sleep.

* * *

Rarity shuddered, recalling all the events of last night in vivid detail. She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping Harry again. He looked so peaceful and cuddly, like a giant teddy bear. Oh, she couldn't be mad at him.

Silently she stood up, moving around efficiently to collect her clothes and got dressed. When she was ready to leave, she stopped for a moment. Looking around as if to make sure they were still alone, she knelt down and gave the bear a quick peck on the cheek. “Like I said,” she whispered. “I'm sure you'll make a lady bear very happy some day.”

Then she tiptoed out of the cave without waking him up. Now that it was light outside, she was fairly confident that she could find her way back through the Everfree Forest on her own.

When she was some steps away from Harry's abode, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “And if you don't find her by the time the next mating season rolls around, feel free to give me a call.”

The End.

Author's Note

Alright, people! You asked for it, so here it is: Bearity! The most anticipated ship since Titanic left dry dock (and with about the same life expectancy). *sigh* At least Rarity had an excuse, but I was sober while I wrote this.

And just so we're clear, all you artists out there, I expect to see some Bearity fan art to come out of this!