The Bear Walks up To You.

“Oi, kid.” You’re snapped out of your lustful leering when the object of your attention turns to look at you, seemingly taking notice of your staring. His voice is friendly, and he’s smiling at you, his mature face framing a leering grin of his own.

“You an inspector, I’m guessing?” He asks, coming up to you, before putting out his hand to shake. Pulling it back before pulling off his dirty gloves to reveal his cleaner, though admittedly sweaty, large paw to shake instead. “Hah, don’ want to get your hand dirty, Lord.”

He’s clearly being respectful to you, just as the guard was.

“Oh, I’m no one important, I’m just observing your guy’s work, I guess.” You retort, vague on purpose, not wanting to reveal much more than that. Taking the man’s hand in your own, being dwarfed by the rough, furred paw. Shaking it as hardily as possible.

The ursine looks at you surprised, though a happy one, his grin turning into a genuine smile, looking you in the eyes. “Rare that a human shakes a hand that’s been put to work, ya’ know!” Letting out a chuckle, beads of sweat running down his forehead. “You’re already better than most of the human’s I know.”

You blush, strangely enchanted by the genuine personality of the bear, it having been a long while since you’ve talked to someone who’s so straight forward. “What can I do for you?”

“O-oh, sorry. I really do mean to say I’m not here to do anything except observe. I’m no one special, I promise.” You say, the shake naturally coming to an end between the two of you.

“Ah, I see, you’re just taking in the sight, ‘eh?” The bear chiding, putting his arm behind his head to scratch at his neck with his spare hand, revealing a hairy, sweaty armpit to you, the musk it wafts towards you almost heaven to your nose. Your head dipping inwards, though just a few inches, almost instinctively.

The bear takes notice, his happy smile churning back into a leer and grin, though still mixed with happiness. Taking you by your shoulder and pulling you closer, into a hug. Your face, just an inch or two away from his sweaty pits.

“You’re a real treat of a human, hm? Why don’ you come back in the afternoon, and we’ll have some fun? I’ll be sure you treat you as a human should be treated.” He whispers in your ear huskily, chuckling deeply as he gropes your ass. It’s clear what he’s offering.

“O-ok.” You squeak out, razzed by the man’s forward nature.