Melissa showed up early on Thursday morning before breakfast was served to help set up a promo booth on the street. When she’d left the club on Wednesday night, there had still been a lot of tickets left for sale. Melissa didn’t want to have to worry about making up the numbers in last-minute ticket sales made at the door.

Melissa did the rounds with Renee. The costume squad was going to have to stay late to make sure the costumes were freshly laundered for Friday’s show. The makeup artist team they’d hired for the show had shown up and was ready to help with hair and makeup. They weren’t a permanent solution to Melissa’s problem, but they were what she had.

“I think everything’s shaping up nicely,” said Melissa. “All we have left to do is sell that last batch of tickets. Make sure that the dancers hang out in front of the club during their breaks. We need to sell those tickets.”

“You mean for next week’s show?” asked Renee.

“No, for tomorrow,” said Melissa with a frown.

“Those tickets are already sold out,” said Renee.

“Don’t joke about that,” said Melissa, rolling her eyes. “When I left the club last night, we still had a ton of tickets we had to move.”

“I’m not pulling your leg,” said Renee. “Page the ticket booth.”

Melissa used her headset to contact the woman running the ticket booth, who confirmed that not a single ticket was left for the event.

Melissa couldn’t believe it. Overnight, they’d sold all the tickets to the Friday show. Before Wednesday night, they’d only sold about half of what they’d needed to sell to have a full house, but now, the club was booked in full.

Melissa paged the kitchen and asked them to set up the celebration cart while she went to the various departments to rally the troops for a meeting. Twenty minutes later, everyone was gathered backstage, holding flutes of strawberry champagne.

“As you may have guessed, we managed to sell every last ticket for tomorrow night’s event,” said Melissa. “I don’t know how it happened, but we can rest easy knowing we hit our goal. Congratulations, everyone. Somehow, we made this crazy thing happen.”

“Cheers!” shouted Neil, raising his glass.

“Cheers,” joined Hudson, holding up his flute of champagne.

Everyone cheered and held up their drinks before downing them.

“You did good, Melissa,” said Neil, coming up to the curvy theater manager.

“I don’t know how it happened, but I’m glad it did happen,” said Melissa. “Every last ticket sold out last night. I was worried over nothing. Are you excited for the show?”

“So excited,” said Neil. “Come on. We did a little something to our cocktail—I mean, dessert—room. I think you’ll like it.”

Melissa put down her champagne flute and followed after Neil and Hudson. Each of the sets of bears was responsible for ensuring their special room was up to par. Requests for changes went to the purchasing department, the stagehands, and the kitchen, which was responsible for providing thematic food and drink.

Neil opened the door to the cocktail room. The barren igloo had changed a good amount since Melissa had last been inside of the room. The walls were still made of a plastic which, when chilled, felt just like ice. The bed still looked like a giant plastic hunk of ice. However, the bed now had more pillows on it, more furs, and more blankets. There was a big wooden couch with leather cushions in the room, with a matching wood and leather coffee table. A matching dark wood and black leather bar cart was already in the room. On the cart were three mugs of cocoa, with extra marshmallows, and a plate of what looked like normal chocolate chip cookies. A roaring fireplace was inset in the ice, but on closer inspection, it turned out there was no fireplace after all. It was a TV screen, covered by plastic.

“This place is a lot cozier than I remember it being,” said Melissa. “I can’t believe you still have that kitschy plastic ice bed, though. It must be Hell on your backs.”

“Our backs? That’s not how bears sleep,” said Neil. “We sleep on our sides and stomachs.”

“You sleep in your shifts?” asked Melissa.

“We’ve found that replicating our hibernation behavior leads to higher energy levels,” said Hudson. “This is our glacier bear den. It’s not exactly an authentic cave, but our shifts seem to like it.”

“Plus, that bed isn’t plastic,” said Neil. “Touch it.”

Melissa walked up to the bed and put her hand on it. She felt a chill run down her spine. She lifted her hand up. There were droplets of cold water on her fingertips.

“That’s a block of ice?” asked Melissa. “What happened when the AC went off?”

“There’s a drainage system for meltage,” said Hudson. “Look over there. The drain blends right into the floor. The room is at a slight incline, so the real furniture stays away from the moisture.”

“Isn’t that uncomfortable to sleep on?” asked Melissa.

“In this weather, it helps keep our bears cool,” said Hudson.

“Hudson, save her the zoology lecture,” said Neil. “I’m sure she doesn’t care about that. I’m sure she wants to see just how comfy we can make that bed, with her in it.”

Melissa sat down on the bed and put her palms down on the sides. “It’s chilly. It’s too chilly.”

Melissa stood up and tried to peek at her pants.

“Is there…” started Melissa.

“You might want to take your clothes off before you sit back down on that ice block,” said Hudson. “There’s a water stain all over the back of your pants.”

“And who said I’m going to sit on that block of ice again?” asked Melissa, arms crossed.

“I don’t see anything else in this room that can stand the force of us mating you,” said Neil.

“The force of you what?” asked Melissa.

“Mating you. Claiming you. Fucking you, hard, on any surface we can find,” said Neil. “Does that make it clear enough?”

“But why me?” asked Melissa.

“You’re sassy, smart, funny, and hard-working,” said Hudson. “You don’t take shit from anyone, least of all us. So many women we’ve met just want to please us, but you want us to please you. Isn’t that what Bear Buns is all about? Catering to a woman’s pleasure?”

“I know you feel something, babe,” said Neil, using a finger to cock Melissa’s chin up so that she met his gaze. “The question is, what do you want to feel next, and where?”

“Why don’t you figure it out yourself?” asked Melissa, taking off her shirt and getting her head stuck in the fabric hole.

Neil carefully took the shirt off of Melissa’s body. He reached behind her body and undid her bra before slipping it off her body, exposing the top half of her curves.

“That body’s even better than it looked hidden under that shirt,” said Neil, taking one of Melissa’s ample tits in his hand and swirling the tip of his tongue around her areola.

“Fuck,” moaned Melissa. “My pants. Get those off. Now. They’re getting wet.”

“From the ice?” teased Hudson.

“You know it’s not from the ice,” said Melissa. “Something else is melting.”

Neil took Melissa’s jeans and panties down in one go. Hudson took all of Melissa’s clothes and her shoes and put them on the couch. He brought over a cookie and a cup of cocoa.

“Sip,” said Hudson.

“Cocoa? In the summer?” asked Melissa.

“You’re going to need your energy,” said Hudson. “You ever made love with two shifters before?”

“I’ve never had sex with two men of any kind before,” said Melissa.

“Trust me, we’re more than double the trouble,” said Neil. “You’re going to want all the sugar and carbs you can get. Having sex with us is like running a marathon. You need to prepare your body.”

Melissa quickly drank down the minty hot chocolate and ate the mint chocolate chip cookie. She gave the mug back to Hudson, who put it away.

“Now, you know what you’re getting yourself into, right?” asked Neil. “You’ve had sex with a shifter before, yes?”

“Well, no,” admitted Melissa.

“When we have sex with you, Neil and I have to make you come,” said Hudson. “Then, we have to climax around the same time. If you’re our fated mate, our predestined true love, then our marks will change.”

“And if that doesn’t happen?” asked Melissa.

“Then Fate will have made her first mistake in history because I know you’re meant to be ours,” said Hudson.

Hudson picked Melissa up from the floor, where she’d been standing, and held her up around his waist, kissing her face as Neil arranged the bed. Hudson pressed his lips against Melissa’s petal-soft cheeks and inhaled her natural scent, banking it for later. He never wanted to forget this moment.

Hudson passed Melissa off to Neil as he disrobed, taking off nearly everything but leaving his hotpants on. Then, he took Melissa back and pressed his cock into her pleasure hole while holding her up and around his body.

“How’s that feel?” asked Hudson.

“It’s big,” said Melissa. “Real big.”

“That’s just the tip, and through my shorts,” said Hudson. “I can tell we’re going to have to take this slow.

Hudson sat down on the edge of the bed and gently cradled Melissa, moving her up and down off his cock while exploring her curves with his hands and her face with his lips.

“Wait,” said Melissa, reaching into her hair.

Hudson watched as Melissa fished an electronic device out of her thick hair.

“Can’t forget about this,” said Melissa, taking off her headset, passing it to Neil who put it down on the wooden dresser. “Don’t want the whole club listening to us.”

“Let’m listen,” said Neil, pulling Melissa onto his crotch.

“Hell, let them watch,” said Hudson, pulling up behind Melissa and rubbing his cock between the curve formed by her two lower cheeks.

Neil tore off his clothes.

“You ready for this, babe?” asked Neil.

“Take me,” begged Melissa.

Neil pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance to Melissa’s pleasure canal. He felt her warmth and wetness squeezing tight around his shaft and knew that holding back long enough to bring Melissa to the edge would be a challenge, but a welcome challenge. After all, Neil never thought claiming his fated mate would be easy.

Neil took Melissa’s thick waist in his hands and inhaled, taking in Melissa’s natural scent and the musk of her arousal. She wasn’t a shifter, but she had a primal side, too, an animalistic side that, like his own, needed something from this encounter, something he planned on giving to her.

Hudson pulled back and watched as Neil put Melissa down on the ice bed, Melissa’s back to the blankets and furs covering the bed of ice. He watched as his ménage partner started the claiming process and Hudson stroked himself through his hotpants. He couldn’t wait to enter Melissa.

The heat of the hard lovemaking had made the icy bed start to melt underneath the thick furs. The room was kept chilly, but not freezing, so some melting was inevitable, but the sex had jumpstarted the process. The water permeated the blankets and furs. The icy water sent a chill down Melissa’s spine.

“You cold, babe?” asked Hudson, pulling his head out from between her thighs. “Guess we better warm you up then.”

Before Melissa could answer, Hudson picked Melissa up and turned so that Hudson was lying down on the bed with Melissa propped up on top of him, her naked slit riding his cock through his hotpants. The shorts were made of a smooth fabric that glittered but didn’t chafe or cut Melissa’s smooth, soft skin.

“Fuck,” moaned Melissa, putting a hand down on the ice as she felt Hudson dry hump her from below. Her hand came up wet, and she dragged the icy water over Hudson’s body. She tore his shirt off and exposed his naked chest.

“Now, we can’t let him have all the fun, now, can we?” asked Neil, slipping his cock out of his hotpants and teasing Melissa’s slit. Neil was already bare-chested.

“Give it to me,” begged Melissa.

One of Neil’s hard slams broke off a chunk of the ice. Hudson scooched over so he wouldn’t slip off the bed. Melissa put her hand down too quickly and cut the side of her arm on the ice.

“Fuck,” cursed Melissa.

“Let me see that,” ordered Hudson. Hudson examined Melissa’s arm. The wound wasn’t deep. It was like a papercut. He took one of the furs and used it to wipe Melissa’s arm clean. The droplets of blood disappeared and didn’t reform on her skin. Hudson licked the wound, as if he were closing an envelope, and sealed it with a kiss.

“All better?” asked Neil.

“I’ll be more careful,” promised Melissa. “Fuck. Sex with you two can get dangerous, huh?”

“It’s a bumpy ride, but trust us,” said Neil. “We’re always in control. We’d never let anything seriously bad happen to you.”

“Just things that are a little bad?” asked Melissa.

“Just things that are a little naughty,” said Neil, squeezing one of Melissa’s fat, round ass cheeks before giving it a firm slap.

“Oh!” yelped Melissa. “Fuck, Neil. You glacier bears really do run hot and cold.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” said Neil. “Do you want to try something you’ve never tried before?”

“How do you know I haven’t done it?” sassed Melissa.

“You told us you’d never had a threesome before,” Neil reminded Melissa.

“Oh, right,” said Melissa sheepishly. “What do you propose we do?”

“Ride Hudson while I ride you,” said Neil.

“How would that work?” asked Melissa.

“You’ve got two holes, don’t you?” asked Neil.

“Oh,” said Melissa. “I see. Have you two…”

“We know how to do it,” said Hudson. “Let’s leave it at that.”

“How do we start?” asked Melissa.

“Just ride me, and Neil will handle the rest,” said Hudson.

Neil pulled Melissa back up onto bed and off the slippery floor and held her, kissing the back of her neck, running his hands over her back, as Hudson disrobed, putting his hotpants to the floor, before handing Melissa off to Hudson, who lay down and pulled Melissa onto him, helping her stay stable on the melting bed of ice.

“You two need to get a real bed,” joked Melissa. “This one…well, I don’t think it’s going to last the day.”

Hudson slipped into Melissa’s still wet pussy. Melissa was so focused on riding Hudson she barely noticed Neil coming up behind her, stroking his cock. Neil pressed his wetness against Melissa’s back hole and pushed in, hard, like ripping off a bandage.

Melissa let out a yelp. Neil kept a hand on Melissa’s shoulder and one hand on her hips, angling himself in and out of her, making sure not to exit her by more than an inch at the time.

“The hard part’s done,” said Neil. “It’s in. Does it hurt?”

“No,” said Melissa. “It just feels…weird.”

“I used a lot of lube, and made sure to aim carefully,” Neil assured Melissa. “If you need me to take it out, just say the word.”

At first, the feeling of fullness surprised Melissa. She had never considered taking two men down there at the same time. Sure, she’d fantasized about Neil and Hudson before. How could she have resisted? She’d thought that they’d just have boring ‘normal’ sex with her, taking turns, each man’s moves blending into the others. It was different having sex with them in person. Neil was the firm, commanding lover, while Hudson was gentler, more caring. Hudson wasn’t exactly ‘passive,’ as he was the one making sure Melissa was propped up stably on their ice bed and on their cocks, making sure that no more accidents happened, which was a job unto itself. Neil wasn’t some dominant alphahole either. He was just fucking the way his body told him to—hard, fast, firm.

Melissa ran her hands over Hudson while Neil took her from behind. She ran her hands through Hudson’s uniquely colored hair, mottled in shades of blond, brown, black and blue. She took his hands in hers and felt the marks on his hands that marked him as a bear shifter, the marks resembling the paw print of a bear, the paw print of his shift.

“How do you want it, babe?” asked Hudson. “How do we get you where you need to go?”

“Faster,” begged Melissa. “Harder.”

Hudson looked at Neil and nodded. Hudson took Melissa’s hips in his hands while Neil took Melissa’s waist. Together, they pushed her on and off their twain cocks faster than she could’ve ridden them, pressing deep into her body. The heat and friction made Melissa’s body start to clamp down on the werebear’s cocks.

Melissa couldn’t hold back. She had never felt so satisfied in her life. The bed was the least comfortable thing she’d ever thought she’d have sex on, but even though it was ice cold, the sex she’d had in it was fire hot. She pushed back against Neil’s cock one more time and felt him slip his entire length into her. She felt Hudson rub at her clit, hard, and Melissa let her entire body turn into jelly as she came.

Melissa came so hard she was sure the bed was going to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces like it had broken earlier during their lovemaking. The only thing that broke was Neil and Hudson’s will. The two glacier bears felt their BBW come between them. They rode her like a seesaw, pulling in and out of her, pushing her off one of the strippers and back on the other. Within mere seconds, they both exploded inside their woman before slipping out of her. Melissa dismounted, lying back on a fur on the ice and taking deep breaths as her body still quivered from the extreme sex.

All of a sudden, both Neil and Hudson’s glacier marks started to glow. The icy section of the marks gleamed bright white. The dark half-circle covering the marks glowed navy blue and receded into the ether. There was a flash of red. In the center of each of the glaciers, a red shape appeared, a dual-lobed shape that resembled a multifaceted ruby. Then, the ice around the heart seemed to melt away.

Melissa held her hand up to Neil and Hudson’s chests. Their chests felt chilly as the blue and white lights glowed. When the marks flashed red, the marks felt hot, and Melissa had to pull her hand away from the glacier bears’ thick, sweaty pecs.

The glaciers had melted. What was left behind was two big red hearts, in the same polygon-based artistic style the glaciers had been rendered in. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

“Does…does that mean what I think it means?” asked Melissa.

“You’re our mate, Melissa,” said Neil.

“Our fated mate,” said Hudson. “For a few days, we’ve had suspicions that it might be the case.”

“Since when?” asked Melissa.

“Since we first caught sight of you and your bangin’ curves,” said Neil. “You ready to go tell everyone we’ve claimed you?”

“I don’t think we should say anything until after the show happens,” said Melissa. “I don’t want this to distract anyone. I think one champagne celebration a day is more than enough for this bunch.”

“One more glass of champagne won’t hurt anyone,” said Neil.

“Which of the dancers had only one glass of champagne?” teased Melissa. “We’ve got a show to put on. That’s our priority. It doesn’t change the fact I’m your mate, does it?”

Hudson pulled Melissa in close and tapped her forehead with his lips. “Nothing could ever change that.”