(Man to Female Bear)


Ronnie obediently waited by the table while Linda conversed with someone at the door.  First, she’d play along for a little bit.  Maybe she’d be able to somehow wish her way out of this.  Linda obviously got someone magical to change Ronnie into a bear.  Couldn’t she do the same?  Her ear flicked idly as she thought of vengeance, and Ronnie was suddenly reminded of her new form.
She glanced at her paws, running them along the thick fur on her stomach.  She wasn’t all muscle, but she wasn’t fat.  This was probably exactly how heavy a bear should be between hibernation and hunting, and it felt good, a mix of comfort and power.  She licked her nose, blinking as she realized she could control every bit of it.
Ronnie kept looking her new body over as she explored her new muscles.  She’d figured out how to move her ears, but this tail was driving her crazy!  She looked up as the veterinarian entered the room, and her mind went blank for a moment.  Was that... Mom?  What was she doing here?  Wasn’t she supposed to be touring some zoo?  Wait, never mind, that made perfect sense.  Of course karma would have her visiting this certain zoo.
Wait, that was perfect!  Ronnie could just scratch out a message to her mother on the floor, some way of letting her know this bear was off the breeding program.  No sooner had the thought entered her mind than she felt a dull mist overcome her thoughts.  Her tongue lolled out of her mouth stupidly, and she snurfed happily as people laid attention to her.  Linda scratched Ronnie behind her ears, and the bear flicked her tongue out to her hand.  Ronnie scowled inwardly, trying to regain control of her senses.
“See?  She’s a total sweetheart!”  Linda beamed at Mom.  “I think we should start with just the basic procedures, checking her coating, breed...”
Ronnie blinked toning her out.  Then, she grunted happily as she realized that she was back in control of her body.  Ronnie tried to growl menacingly, maybe that would get her out of this.  Instead her tail waggled, as though it was taunting her.  Damn thing wouldn’t listen to anything she’d tried to do.
The two human in the room continued to speak in veterinary jargon, and Ronnie idly considered listening in on it.  It’d probably be just more tedium and did they just say sex?  Ronnie blinked a few times as she watched her mother and sister put on latex gloves, the elastic snapping particularly loud on Linda’s.
Linda leaned in close, scratching Ronnie behind her ears.  “Whatever you do, try not to think about bear cock.”
Bear cock?  Why the fuck would she think about bear cock?  No sooner had the though crossed her mind than her cunt started to ache with need, suddenly too moist for the cool room.  Ronnie whimpered as Mom walked around behind her, and Linda offered another helpful whisper.  “Try not to freak out.”
Why would she freak out?  Ronnie had her answer a moment later as her mother started probing the girl’s labia with her gloved hand.  Ronnie rumbled contently, grinding back against her mother’s hand.  It would notably be off-limits for her to even consider such a thing, but this felt too good, felt too right.
“Oh my God!”  Mom exclaimed, her hand still well inside the bear’s vagina.  Ronnie tried not to think about that last part too much.  She could easily pretend it was someone else’s hand, maybe her sister’s, stroking her ursine clit, her quaking folds...
“What?”  Linda interrupted Ronnie’s musings as she walked behind the bear.  Ronnie watched her go with a growing sense of apprehension.  What on earth was she going to do back there?  She turned back, to see her mother blushing, a smile creeping its way across her face.
She turned to Linda, pointing with her free hand.  The action shifted her hand slightly, and Ronnie bit her lip as she tried not to moan.  “I don’t think I’ve ever found an animal that feels this ripe for mating!  I barely even needed to stick my hand in here before she was dripping!  She even started grinding against me, honey!”
Linda smiled, and turned to make eye contact with Ronnie.  “Oh, so she’s a slut.”
Mom gasped, pulling her hand from Ronnie in one smooth go.  “Linda!”  Ronnie huffed loudly, her eyes widening with shock and a numb sense of loss.  Mom was too focused on Linda to notice the panting bear behind her.  The veterinarian made as if to cover her face with her still-dripping fingers.  She caught the motion in time, and snapped off the glove, tossing it into the trash.
Linda chuckled, and her mother smiled sheepishly before laughing along.  Once the two calmed down, Linda continued where they’d left off.  “What?  She is a slut, right?  I mean, she barely needed you to get close before she was soaking, right?”  Linda trailed one of her hands along the bear’s pussy, and Ronnie huffed as she felt herself starting to drool in anticipation.  “Look at that!  I’ll bet she gets all of the tail!”  For a few more minutes, Linda and her mother made increasingly crass jokes as Linda examined the bear.  Then, Ronnie let out a loud growl as her folds clamped down against her sister’s teasing fingers.  Linda had found the nerve cluster that caused contractions, in a completely non-sexual medical procedure.
“Did you just see that?  You go, girl!”  Mom slapped Ronnie’s ass, blissfully unaware of what she just gave her approval.
Ronnie flushed with embarrassment, realizing too-late that the action made her face feel hot.  Instinctively, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she found herself unable to stop panting.
Linda grinned mischievously.  “See, she’s begging for it even after that!  Blackbeard will love his new ‘playmate’.”  She snapped her glove into the waste bin, letting Ronnie lick her fingers as she scratched the bear’s muzzle.
Mom turned to look at Linda seriously.  “Honey, this bear might be a little small for Blackbeard.  I mean, even if she’s this eager, do you really think—”  Mom paused, glancing upwards in confusion.  “Does this bear have a name?”
Linda nodded.  “Ronnie.”  Her eyes widened for a fraction as she caught her mistake, and Ronnie grinned vindictively.
“Like your brother?”  Mom frowned, arching an eyebrow.  “That is so cute!”  Ronnie’s jaw felt slack as Mom applauded.
Linda sighed with relief, pulling on another pair of gloves as she picked up a large plastic thermometer.  Mom’s eyes followed the action, and she grinned teasingly.  “You know, we always used to take Ronald’s temperature the old fashioned way.”  Ronnie’s eyes widened, and she panted harder as her face got hotter and hotter with embarrassment.
Linda laughed, no doubt filing away that tidbit for later.  “Well, it is standard operating procedure at this zoo.”  She paused, her eyebrows shooting up as she came up with something truly devious.  “What wouldn’t be standard operating procedure would be if we saw if this panting slut was into butt play.”
Ronnie looked back to Mom desperately, despair filling her every fiber as she looked at the woman’s expression.  Mom was smiling evilly, her cheeks flushed slightly.  “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”  The veterinarian said in a low, husky tone.  Since when was Mom such a freak?
She whimpered as her mother slid the thermometer into her rear with gusto.  A second later, she felt someone’s fingers begin playing with her Snatch, and Ronnie cursed her sister with gusto.  That was a vintage board game!  To think that she’d always dreamed of something like this; what a difference a cock could make!
“Linda, would you be a dear and check on Little Ronnie’s teeth for me?”  Ronnie heard footsteps as Linda circled around to her front, a large tongue depressor in her hands.  But if Linda wasn’t behind her...  Ronnie tried not to gag.  When the fuck did Mom become such a freak?
Linda smiled guiltily at her sister, scratching the bear behind its ears.  Though Ronnie was loathe to admit it, the small action definitely helped calm her down more.  Linda tapped the bear on her jaw.  “Say ‘ah’!”
Ronnie obeyed, a loud whimper forcing itself from her throat as Mom drove her fingers in deeper, stealing another letter tile for the game Snatch.  Still, Ronnie let her sister shine a light into her mouth, checking each of her teeth in turn.  Ronnie did her best not to bite the girl—she was her only way out of this situation, even if she was the cause.  And at least Linda was good at her job, the inspection painless and professional.
Of course, Ronnie’s view could be biased, her mother’s ministrations occupying most of her mind.  Finally, Mom’s relentless fingers let up (her having won the game and all), and Ronnie grunted as her ass trembled, the thermometer making a faint pop as it slid out from her.
“She’s fine back here.”  Mom asked.  Fine?  Like hell she was fine!
“Up here’s the same.”  Linda kept scratching Ronnie behind her ears, and Ronne licked the girl’s fingers.  She was a terrifying bitch, but at least she was being civil about it now.  “So, do we need to give Ronnie any injections?”  So much for civility, she knew Ronnie hated needles.
“Right!”  Mom tossed her gloves into the bin behind her.  She joined Linda in front of their subject, grabbing a large bag, which rattled and clanked as she walked closer.  She dropped it in front of Ronnie, who whimpered loudly as she looked into it.  It was full of packaged needles, vials, and injector kits.
Ronnie’s ears twitched as she caught Linda murmuring something under her breath.  “Ooh, this looks like fun.”  Ronne glared, and Linda winked at her, turning to Mom.  “Would you mind explaining what each of these is for?”
Mom nodded, happy to be able to talk business with someone.  “Absolutely.  What injections does she need?”
Linda frowned, then looked up at her mother.  “All of them?  The owner wants to be perfectly safe that she’s okay, and I figure that it couldn’t hurt to give her a little extra treatment.”
Mom smiled, reaching into her bag.  “Well, then!  Let’s start with the basics for our little girl here.”  She tore open a sealed pouch.  “I don’t have all of the vaccines you’ll need, but I’ve got most of them.  This here is a Merck adenovirus-2 vaccine we usually give dogs.  It’s not guaranteed to be effective, but it’s just an extra layer we can put up so Ronnie here doesn’t get any hepatitis.”
“Because she’s a slut?”  Linda grinned.
Mom returned the expression.  “Because she’s a slut.  Now the trick here is to wrap her muzzle down so she doesn’t bite.”  As she spoke, she expertly looped a band around Ronnie’s muzzle.  “Because this little baby is... unpleasant.”
Linda saw her sister’s eyes widen, and asked in the bear’s stead.  “Unpleasant now?”
Mom looked to her with a graceful smile.  Then, she whirled and slid the needle well into Ronnie’s nose, through one of her nostrils.  Ronnie tried to rear back, only to find that one of Mom’s arms had snaked around the back of her neck, keeping her still.  “It’s intranasal.”  She chuckled, pulling the shot out and tossing it in the needle bin.
Ronnie whimpered and covered her nose with both hands, pawing at her snout.  She looked up at Mom with a hurt look in her eyes.  Mom responded by kissing her on her nose.  “There there, honey.  We got through that, and you were such a brave girl!”  She nuzzled and scratched the bear, waiting for her ot calm down.  After a few minutes, Ronnie’s hackles had lowered, and Mom returned to her bag.
“We also have your standard rabies vaccine, a dose of Imrab-3.”  She pulled out another needle, walking over to Ronnie’s side.  “Okay sweetie, this one goes in your arm.  Blink if you’re ready to be a big girl and take this.”
Ronnie blinked, and Mom laughed out loud.  “Look at her, it’s almost like she understands me!”  Well, of course she understood; she just couldn’t otherwise communicate that she could.  Ronnie winced as the needle sank deep into her arm; then it was pulled quickly from her bicep.
Mom turned to Linda, biting her lip anxiously.  “You said the owner wants her to be fully vaccinated?  We need to give her a lepto vaccine, but it’s not always given.”
Linda nodded.  “The zoo’ll cover the expense.  Lepto?”
“Leptospirosis.  It’s a bacterial disease, giving symptoms from headaches to internal bleeding.  The catch is, this vaccine usually shows side-effects, but on a bear, a small dose shouldn’t do more than a headache tomorrow.”  As Mom spoke, she unloaded another injection into Ronnie’s arm.  Ronne had to admit, she was rapidly getting over her fear of needles.  Something about constant exposure mixed with knowing the alternatives helped her out a lot.
She barely even flinched as Mom delivered another injection.  “Tetanus.  Bears almost never get it, but all mammals can.  Injections are usually done every two years, but it never hurts.  Well, a sharp sting, right honey?”
Ronnie nodded.
“Such a clever girl!”  Mom rubbed her snout happily.  “And we’re almost done!  You’re not a polar bear or a black bear, so all we need is a West Nile vaccine.  This one’s a horse vaccine, an Encevac plus WNV.”  She slid the needle into Ronnie’s arm, patting the bear comfortingly.  “And... we’re... done!”  She chirped, pulling the needle out.
Linda nodded.  “That should more than satisfy the fed who’s coming here to inspect Old Blackbeard.  I’ll tell the desk to inform him that we’ve found a companion for the old guy.”
Mom smiled.  “A federal inspector!  My, my, Ronnie’s having quite a day.  But...  Where’s her tag?”
Linda blinked.  “Come again?”
“Where’s her captive breeding tag?  There should be one right on her ear, and you can’t breed her without one.”  Ronnie perked up almost immediately, she wouldn’t have to fuck Blackbeard!  Then Mom had to keep going.  “If you want, I can set her up right now.”
Linda beamed, looking at Ronnie with an incredibly happy smile.  “Well, that’d be just perfect!  It’d be a shame to go so far and not end up with Blackbeard, right Ronnie?”
Ronnie huffed as Mom walked to the computers.  Registered like some animal!  Ronnie stuck out her tongue once their mother’s back was turned.  Linda returned the gesture and Ronnie huffed with quiet laughter at the sight of her uptight sister acting so immaturely.  She’d never have thought that a second ago the girl was torturing her.
“Hey, I didn’t know you liked rap.”  Mom chuckled as Linda gasped, clearly having forgotten their mother was still in the room.  Ronne glanced over to the monitor, and even her new vision was capable of making out the video she’d left it on, a particular example of this generation’s offensive ingenuity.  Would Mom realize it was something that the video was far more of a ‘Ronald’ song than a ‘Linda’ song?  Ronnie sighed as her mother dismissed the video with a quick click; so much for that hope.
Ronnie did her best to space out as her mother entered in a series of credentials into the database.  Somehow, her mind kept returning to the fact that she was now nothing more than an animal—worse, an animal whose sole existence was breeding.  That was what Linda had said, that she was only alive to keep Old Blackbeard alive.  Ronnie didn’t want to see him dead any more than Linda did, but she’d never agree to keep him around this way.  Maybe she could find a way to get Linda fired.
But if Linda were to leave the zoo, what would become of Ronnie?  No doubt the girl wouldn’t return, leaving Ronnie to the zoo’s mercy.  Linda kept mentioning how other zoos often requested animals to keep their specimens ‘company’.  Would that happen to her then?  Would she be nothing more than a tradeable commodity?  Nothing more than a living display, something that zoos would swap whenever one of their animals was feeling a little frisky?  Even if she played along and became part of routine shows, her life would be little better.  She might get nicer accomodations, but that didn’t address the problem with her being aa zoo animla in the first place.
Death would be no respite, either.  Instead of a decent burial, she’d probably end up like Linda’s threats.  She hated that thought, the possibility of ending up as little more than a fur coat, or a taxidermed mascot.  They probably wouldn’t even put her in a decent position, choosing to have her body in a faux roar.  Or worse, a novelty pose.  Ronnie shivered, deciding her thoughts were far worse than what was happening to her right now.
“And almost done!”  Mom grinned, hitting a key with a flourish.  “You have any tags?”
Linda was beside her in an instant, holding a bag and an injector.  “Here’s the PIT for Ronnie.  Documentation should be in the baggie.”  Linda tore open the bag, handing her the paperwork as she loaded the tag into the injector.
Mom thanked her, quickly entering a series of numbers onto the site.  “That should do it!”  She reached for the injector, pausing when she saw Linda’s expectant expression.
“Do you mind if I do it, Mom?  I could always use the experience, and you’re a great supervisor.”  Linda was practically bouncing on her heels at the opportunity.
Mom sighed, shaking her head.  “Fine, fine.  Right between the shoulder blades, that was she won’t be able to get it out.”
“Will do!”  Linda chirped, happily walking her way behind Ronnie.
Ronnie felt her hackles rise at the sense of Linda behind her, but she fought back the urge to defend herself against this latest intrusion.  Nobody liked having someone else in their blind spot, but this was the last step before she could be somewhat free again.
A sharp stabbing marked the tag’s application, and Ronnie tried to scratch where it was injected.  She couldn’t quite reach her arms that far back, but Linda noticed her movement and itched the site for her.
“And now it’s official.”  Mom smiled and kissed the bear on its snout.  “Fun examining you, honey.  I’ll be sure to see you again if I’m ever in the area.”
“Not going to hang out a little longer?”  Linda frowned, ceasing her ministrations.  Ronnie huffed slightly, but the itch had passed.  Though the scratching was enjoyable, she didn’t want to get on Linda’s bad side by acting spoiled.
Mom sighed.  “Sorry, but I need to go.  And so do you!  I checked the zoo’s schedule, and that federal agent should be here within the hour to investigate Blackbeard.”  She looked back to Ronnie.  “Be sure to keep him alive, okay?”
Ronnie nodded, and Mom laughed.  “That’s the spirit!”  She tugged the restraint she’d placed around the bear’s muzzle, and Ronnie stretched her jaws as Mom packed her bags.  “Give my daughter an easy time, okay?  It’s her first job, and this means a lot to her.  I’ll try and see you later, but right now the petting zoo needs my attention.”
Ronnie blinked as her mother’s words sank in, then she nodded again, watching the woman leave the same way she’d came.  Once more, she was alone in a room with Linda.  Linda bit her lip, her eyes glancing around the room.  Her eyes lit up on a wheeled cage, and she grinned.
“Okay Ronnie, we’re going to take you to your enclosure.  You even get to get wheeled there in style!”  She pulled the cage out, opening it for her sister.  Ronnie obediently padded into the carrier.  She had to kiss up while she could.
Linda chatted amicably as she rolled Ronnie to Blackbeard’s pen, but the brown bear had zoned out, realizing this meant she’d probably be bred with the big grizzly.  Still, it meant she’d be able to go outdoors, and Ronnie felt herself perk up as she approached the exit.
Linda jogged to the front of the cart, pulling it open for Ronnie.  “You know, it’s really convenient you understand me.  I hate rolling these onto the exhibits, the little wheels always get caught on the turf.”  She opened the gate for Ronnie, who padded into the exhibit, past the faux cave the zoo had in place.  A part of her couldn’t wait to see her new home, a wonderfully...  Muddy patch of dirt with a small pond of water.
Well, that wasn’t entirely fair.  There were four pine trees, and it looked like they even had a hut connected to a viewing window, so that people could watch them sleep.  Funny how voyeuristic going to zoos seemed once you were an animal.  Still...  She’d be living here?  No wonder Blackbeard was cranky!  She pouted, huffing with irritation at her sister.