Loyal-Heart Babysits

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There are two things you guys should know before reading this story.

1. This is a disgusting, filthy piece of writing, which describes in excruciating detail the involvement of minor bear-cubs in sexual acts with a grown dog. I, the author, do NOT condone this sort of activity in real-life! Also, the website adult-fanfiction.org and its associates do NOT condone it either. By reading this, you are asserting your right to free–speech, provided your are of age in your locale to read such material, and provided such material is legal in your country. Otherwise, do not read this.

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Oh, and one last thing: I’m not getting paid for this, nor am I selling it. It was written for a friend of mine, who is not getting paid or selling it either. I have merely released this story to the general public in hopes of someone (wherever you are!) enjoying it.

Well, now that that’s over with, on to the story.

Loyal-Heart Babysits

Chapter 01

(AN: This is just an intro: for the nasty stuff, skip to Ch.02+.)

It was a fine day in Care-A-Lot. The sun was shining, the clouds were fluffy and white, and, best of all, the Caring Meter’s arrow pointed straight up at ‘Full-O’-Love.’

It was that day that Grams Bear had set aside for her spa-day, a full day of total pampering for her and the other females of Care-A-Lot and the Forest of Feelings. Of course, this presented a minor problem, in the form of her adopted grandchildren, Baby Hugs and Baby Tugs, the twin mischief makers of the cloudy kingdom.

That problem was usually easy to solve, however on this particular day, most of the other Care Bears had gone out for a picnic on Earth. This left Grams desperately searching for a babysitter.

She went through the list in her head: “Let’s see…Bright-Heart…Tenderheart…no, no, all gone. Oh! What about…no Braveheart is out, too…Oh, what am I to do?!”

Suddenly, a thought popped into her furry head. “Why, Loyal-Heart is staying home today, working on a new den! I should ask him if he wouldn’t mind.”

Pleased that she had found a solution to her predicament, Grams Bear hopped into a cloud-mobile and set off for the Forest of Feelings.

Meanwhile, Loyal-Heart Dog was nose-deep in dirt, searching for the perfect spot to build his new den. He snuffled around in the damp earth for a few minutes, then moved on to another, nearby spot.

Finally, he found a good spot, right by a nice shallow cave, which he could expand by pushing and packing dirt in the right places. It wasn’t perfect, but it would serve as a good temporary shelter until he could find a real deep cave.

Unlike the other Care Bear Cousins, Loyal-Heart preferred to live the way his blue-furred ancestors had, in the midst of the splendour of nature. Of course, that also cost him the last few not-so-good dens he had managed to dig up; nature’s splendour also came with a healthy dose of spring-rain.

Just as Loyal-Heart finished that last thought, he stretched out his paws and laid down on his back, looking up at the sky. “What a beautiful day it is,” he thought. Then he sighed, “If only I had a mate…”

It was then that Grams Bear’s cloud-mobile sputtered to a stop nearby. She hopped out and came walking towards him.

“How are you doing with your new den, Loyal-Heart? Having any difficulty?” she said, smiling broadly.

“Well, this one should do for now, until I check out that cave by Full-Heart Spring. What brings you here, Grams?”

“I’ve got a favour to ask of you. Would you mind watching the kids for a day? I’m afraid I’m so used to the guys in Care-A-Lot babysitting for me that I’ve forgotten to arrange an alternate. Could you, please?”

Loyal-Heart was never one to turn a lady down, so of course he said, “OK, Grams! Loyal-Heart Dog is on duty! Should I come over to your place, or will you drop them off here?”

“Here will be fine, if that’s OK with you. Don’t let them play in the mud, and for heaven’s sake don’t let them destroy your hard work here. I’m afraid they’ll think it’s a game. Here are their diaper-bags; I’ve packed disposable instead of cloth because our washing machine is down. Bedtime is 7:30pm, don’t let them tell you otherwise. Other than that, I think we’re pretty much on the same page, don’t you think, Loyal-Heart?”

Loyal-Heart simply stared back at her, dazed at the deluge of condensed parenting lessons he’d just been dictated. After a moment, he simply nodded and said, “Bedtime, 7:30, no later.”

Grams gave him a look that told him she knew he didn’t quite absorb the lesson, and then they both laughed.

“You’ll do fine, Loyal-Heart,” she said, “Don’t worry, they’re not the cause of all my grey fur.” The older bear paused a moment to consider, then added, “Well, just most of it.”

That made both of them chuckle again, and with a fond farewell, they parted ways, Grams to get the cubs, and Loyal-Heart to find a suitable picnic spot for the cubs to have lunch.

(AN: Oh yes, get ready for the dirtiest, nastiest fic in your lives. And don't say I didn't warn you.)

(AN: Oh, btw, if you could refrain from flaming, that would be awesome. Thanx. (Constructive criticism, grammar, etc. WELCOME!!))