(Man to Female Bear)


Linda laughed at the bear’s expression.  “Yeah, it looks great, right?  The zoo doesn’t have that big of a budget, this is all you’re going to get.  It’s no hotel, but maybe the company will make up for it.”
Ronnie turned to growl at Linda, who responded with a sharp look.  “Remember, fur coat.  Now play nice.”  She waved at the brown bear, hips swaying from side to side as she walked back to the employee entrance.  She might as well give Ronnie a little something to get her in the mood.  She spun on her heel, leaning over to give the bear an impressive view of her cleavage as she blew her a kiss.  She closed the gate with a laugh, relishing the animal’s befuddled expression.
Apparently it worked, though.  Blackbeard was stirring from his position, sniffing the air with interest.  His eyes alighted on his new companion, and he padded over to her excitedly.  Linda smiled as the brown bear tensed uncomfortably, the grizzly looking her up and down with interest.
“So.  This is the black grizzly you want extra funding for?”  A deep voice sounded off behind her.
Linda jumped with surprise, whirling to find a tall black man in a suit.  His hair was trimmed short, and his face was as stern as anyone’s she’d seen.  Was he that governmental employee?  She heard someone was supposed to visit today, but he was completely out of place.  She expected some pencil pusher, not a man who looked like a field agent.
“Uh.  Hi, I’m Linda.  And you are?”  She said, hoping that he wasn’t just some nutjob who broke in.
He inclined his head slightly by way of greeting.  “Cooper Williams, Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service.  APHIS for short.”
Linda blinked in surprise.  She frantically searched her mind for icebreakers, and drew a blank.  “Why not Animal and Plant Health Inspection Department?  Then you’d be APHID.”
His glare hardened, and she squeaked with fear.  “Because apparently some people don’t like to be compared to lice.”
“Oh.”  For a moment, the two stood in an uncomfortable silence.  Well, uncomfy for her.  She had no doubt the tall man preferred the quiet.
Another moment passed, and he cleared his throat.  She looked up to him, and he gestured to the enclosure before them.  “You have a bear for me?”
“Oh!”  Linda gasped, covering her mouth with one of her hands.  She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths.  So what if he was large and intimidating?  She was a fighter, and this was something that the zoo needed.  She opened them and dusted her khakis off quickly.  “Yes sir, this is an old favorite of kids at the zoo, Old Blackbeard.  He used to be a lively crowd-pleaser, but as of late he’s been lazy and irritable, something we’ve chalked up to loneliness.  As such, we’ve taken steps to introduce a companion to the pen, something to keep him happy, and double the audience’s enjoyment.”  She finished with a smile the zookeepers usually reserved for tours.  He didn’t return it, too busy gazing over her shoulder.
“It doesn’t look like they’re too interested in each other.”  Agent Williams rumbled.
Linda turned to find Ronnie backing away from Blackbeard nervously.  He snorted and approached her, his hackles rising.  For a moment, Linda was overcome with worry.  What if Ronnie still smelled human?  Would that be enough to set Blackbeard off?  She really hated the idea of running in there and taking down the old grizzly in front of Agent Williams.
Then, she saw that Old Blackbeard was one hundred percent erect, and she sighed with relief.  Unfortunately, that faded as Agent Williams spoke up again.  “No mate, no money.  And I don’t have all day.”  Linda bit back a sarcastic remark.  Theirs was the only zoo in the area, what else was he going to do?  Wander around the park?  Actually, that was probably exactly what he’d do.
And if he wanted a show, by God she’d give him a show.  “Come on, Ronnie!  Show your mate how good of a lover you are!”  The brown bear stopped quivering with fear, but didn’t look away from the grizzly that now towered over her.  “Some people here want to see some action, and it might be very beneficial to your future.
Her sister looked up at her incredulously, and Linda pointed to her own groin, then mimed licking her finger before jerking a thumb back to the agent behind her.  As an afterthought, she mimicked him frowning, then drew a finger across her throat.  Ronnie blinked as understanding dawned upon her.  Linda offered the bear two thumbs up of encouragement, mouthing ‘blow him’.  She glanced back to find Agent Williams smirking at her actions.  Well, at least he could smile, even though this might not be the time for that.

A group of students gathered around the pen, murmuring amongst themselves.  Linda squinted at them, rolling her eyes as she recognized they were football players.  The only one she recognized was Shane, the all-star quarterback.  She didn’t know he was on this trip!  The girl hated to admit it, but he was definitely her type.
“Oh my God, she’s sucking his dick!”  One of them shouted.  And just like that, the dam broke.
“Go get ‘er, Blackbeard!”  A linebacker called.
“Looks like she’s found a honey pot!”  Another jock with too much bling snapped his wrist, high-fiving the boy next to him.
“He’ll show her his hundred-acre wood!”  Shane joined in.  The other football players turned to look at him incredulously.  Even across the field, Linda could still hear the quaterback’s loud voice.  “What?  It’s a play on Winnie the...  Oh, fuck it.  Blow him good, you bitch!”  He punched a fist in the air, and the footballers went back to cheering.
Ronnie continued to lap away at Blackbeard’s meat, her tongue swirling around the sausage which another zookeeper had left as a snack.  Linda blinked as the brown bear expertly deepthroated the grizzly’s meal, her long tongue slobbering over the male’s balls even as she bobbed her head.  Who in the heck kept rubber balls by a food dish?  She’d need to talk that over with Linda when she was human again.
“Well, damn.”  Agent Williams laughed, putting his hands on his hips.  “Here I thought that was something only us people do.  Learn something new every day, huh?”
“Uhm... Yeah.”  Linda mumbled, fumbling for her phone as inspiration struck her.  She turned it on and started recording the two animals, a devious grin on her face.  “Hey Ronnie, smile!  You’re on Candid Camera!”
The smaller bear gagged, her eyes wide as she turned to glance at Linda.  Blackbeard’s sausage pushed out her cheek like an oversized jawbreaker, and the students guffawed with laughter.  It looked like Ronnie was about to stop teasing the old grizzly, but he growled loudly, and she immediately got back to work, loud slurping and slucking filling the air as she chowed down on his literal and not metaphorical meat.  Linda couldn’t help but wonder if Ronnie intended to be so loud.

Ronnie did her best to increase the volume of the lewd sounds she was making, instead focusing on her new mate’s scent, his flavor.  It was a thick, woodsy scent that caused her to salivate uncontrollably.  With a start, she realized that she couldn’t keep herself away from the bear’s monster saysage.  She could try to not continue licking him, sucking at his girth needfully, but that didn’t change what her body was doing.
It was as though a fog had settled over her mind, forcing her to eat before the bear, to sample as much of his flavor as possible, making her forever his bitch.  The sausage leaked cooked juices from its tip, and Ronnie focused even harder on that, drinking in the smooth way it ran down her throat, the hot liquid stirring up her inner beast uncontrollably.
She opened her mouth wider, mindful of her jaws as she rolled her cheeks around his snack.  She didn’t want to bit into it too soon, after all.  She clamped down tightly on his sausage, locking in the heat of the broiling, the taste of its seasoning.  Slowly, she started to bob her head up and down the length of the sausage.  As though inspiration struck her, she forced her tongue out, using it to lick as much of hi meat as possible..

Damn, those students were funny.  Linda looked up to them with a smile, tuning into their shouts.
“God DAMN, sounds like me and your mom last night, Jones!”  One of the students laughed as another punched him in the arm.
“Not even she’s that loose!”  He retorted, much to the shared amusement of his colleagues.
Linda returned her attention to the bears, suppressing laughter as she saw how flat Ronnie’s ears were.  It was like she was trying to ignore what they were saying and focus on the job before her.  Well, she wouldn’t need to for long.  Linda smirked as the grizzly stood taller, letting out a loud, window-shaking roar as he permitted Ronnie to eat his sausage.  The brown bear pulled off of him with disgust, only for a second sausage to hit her in the face, Blackbeard hammerspacing a new load of meat for her to devour.
The cooked juices spattered across her muzzle, and Linda could almost see some of it get in her sister’s nose.  She stopped the recording; Linda had to look away or else she’d burst out into laughter before the agent.  She decided to focus her attention on him, on the approving look in his eyes.
He glanced down to her, smiling kindly at the amused zookeeper.  “I’d think you found a winner here, Miss Thompson.”  He glanced to her phone, then back at the pen.  “But I wouldn’t stop recording now, if I were you.  I think Blackbeard’s only just begun.”
Linda looked back to Ronnie to find the brown bear licking up all of her mate’s food obediently.  No, more than that—the brown bear was doing her best to clean the grizzle entirely, from mud to sweat.  Ronnie attacked the filth relentlessly, and Linda had to wonder how much of it actually was Ronnie.  Maybe the spell helped provide her with a few more animal instincts, to better accommodate her to the role.  Still, judging by the look in her eyes, the brown bear wasn’t enjoying it one bit.
While Ronnie attended to his spilt chow, Blackbeard was moving behind her, preparing himself for...  Linda gasped with amusement, quickly hitting her phone’s ‘record’ icon once more.  Not a moment too soon, as Blackbeard climbed over Ronnie, trying to wrestle her.  Linda stared in slack-jawed amusement, her phone still recording the two bears.  This was absolutely one of her best days, she thought, time seeming to slow to a crawl as Blackbeard pulled on a luchador mask, preparing for the battle of his life.

This was definitely not one of her best days.  Ronnie huffed, trapped inside her own mind as her body cleaned the rest of the sausage off of her face, the ground.  It was nothing like her bratwurst back home, still salty, but where hers had been sweet, his was earthy, dry.  It lingered in her throat on the way down, a cloying musk that set her pussy on fire behind her.  The poor cat never even saw it coming, just poof—spontaneously combusted.
Once more, she found her mind trapped within her body, screaming for an exit as she lapped away at him with an almost obsessive-compulsive need.  Every strand, every splotch of fluid on the two’s bodies had to be cleaned.
Satisfied that he was clean, Ronnie backed away from him, devoting all of her attention to cleaning the juices on her face.  She couldn’t even control her eyes, and had to watch as she focused on various parts of her muzzle, around her eyes.  The fur felt rough on her tongue, the sausage’s contents a slimy wetness that clung to her tongue.  Ronnie continued to focus on the tip of her snout, her tongue flicking across her nose.
She gagged as the wet muscle penetrated her nostril, swirling around it to clear the sausage juices which coated her nasal passages.  She withdrew her tongue, swallowing this new sample.  She tried to pretend it was just his load; that somehow made it easier thinking about how she’d just picked her nose with her tongue.  But, there was a bright side.  With that, her task was done.
She huffed, looking around in front of her for the grizzly.  To her surprise, he was no longer there.  She started to turn, only for him to practically jump atop her, his paws able to lie cleanly on the ground around her.  He—he was going to wrestle her!  Ronnie gasped as she realized that despite her attempts to resist, her mind was practically dripping with anticipation.
For a moment, the world stood still.  Ronnie lay on all fours under Blackbeard, her body quivering with anticipation, her mind shaking with dread.  She could feel his fur against hers, his weight pressing down on her ever so slightly.  Worst of all, she could feel her form trembling from the heat of his monster embrace, ready and waiting for a challenge that would drive her feral.
Then, time resumed its course, his grip slamming into her, filling her senses and pushing her forward roughly.  Ronnie gasped with a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and pain.  She wasn’t ready for this, not by far.  Her fur wasn’t wet enough for mud-wrestling, her mind not fully braced.  Blackbeard didn’t care.
Neither did her friends outside the exhibit.  “Hell yeah, fuck her good buddy!”  One of the footballers applauded, pumping his fist in the air.  Ronnie had to wonder if they’d still be cheering if they knew who she was.  Maybe—no, probably.  They were as vicious as the grizzly behind her, just in a different way.  They didn’t even know the difference between wrestling and fucking!
“Rip that pussy up!”  Another piped up.  Ronnie frowned.  Wasn’t that Jones?  She used to buy him donuts, how could he betray her like that?
Then, Shane opened his mouth again, and Ronnie felt an arrow straight to her heart.  Not that she liked Shane or anything, but she trusted him.  “Blackbeard, Blackbeard, Blackbeard!”  He started a chant, and soon the rest of the students chimed in, rhythmically chanting the grizzly’s name.
It had the desired effect, his ears perking up as he looked to the crowds.  Ronnie heard him grunt behind her as he began to rhythmically piston back and forth.  Ronnie felt a tremble wrack her body at her weakness.  And it was indeed weakness, for thinking she had a way out of this, thinking her new body was strong.  She was nothing but a needy wrestling toy for Blackbeard, a means for his unwitting survival.
She could scream and shout all she wanted, all anyone would hear would be roars and growls.  Worse, at any time she’d try to rebel, her body would fight back against her every action.  And though her mind hated it, her body relished every second of it, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she continued to be ravaged by the grizzly.  Then, Blackbeard made his move.
He grabbed her tightly, pulling her back with all his might, all his effort!  She strained beneath his grip, but was unable to prevent the German suplex.  How did a bear know how to suplex?  Was that a mask?  Those thoughts were washed out by wave after wave of primal bliss at having found a worthy opponent.  She wanted—needed to be dominated, a life where she was constantly shown what a bitch she was.
For a moment, she lay there upside-down.  Ronnie’s jaw remained slack as she tried to process what was going on.  Though her mind was fully intatct, she still couldn’t repress the urges of her body, which even now continued to gasp for breath.
Slowly, bit by bit, Ronnie was able to retake control of her mind.  She shook her head, long cords of drool slung from her tongue.  She needed to leave, to run from the monster that was driving her other self wild.  To the edge of the ring!  She could bounce from the wall and leap atop him.  She willed herself to charge forward, put every effort into leaping away.  She managed to fall flat on the ground.  Blackbeard grunted behind her, falling atop her.  Somehow, this only increased the waves of pleasure coursing through Ronnie.
Her tail waggled, stimulating the base of his wrestler’s urge.  He responded well, leaning forward to lick her muzzle.  She responded with affectionate licks of her own, their tongues touching and rolling across one another.  Inside her body, Ronnie screamed denials, trying to spit out the flavor of Blackbeard’s rich, musky taste.  Taunting her human half, the brown bear swallowed her lover’s saliva greedily, relishing how her weaker half squirmed with discomfort.
Then, he roared, sowing her into the air, letting her fall limp to the unrelenting mud, coating her in muck.  Ronnie lay limp on the ground, utterly spent.  Tired, she let a puddle of drool collect around her front, mirroring the puddle of mud behind her.

“Not bad.  Looks like that calmed him down.”  Agent Williams nodded, pulling out a small pad and making a few notes.  “Not bad at all.”  He tore off the page he was working on, passing it to Linda.  “Here’s what you should expect from us.”  
Linda’s eyes bulged from her head at the sum listed on it.  Did numbers usually come with so many zeroes?  Two of them were cents, but still!  “I think there’s been some mistake.”  She turned the paper so he could see what he’d written.  “There’s no way this is what we get to take care of Blackbeard; this is way too much!”
Agent Williams gave her another smile, still an utterly foreign expression on his face.  “The money for Blackbeard will be dispatched by the end of the week.  This is the money for whoever discovered that brown bear.”
Linda stammered, glancing back to the check.  “You do know that this bear isn’t going to be here permanently, right?”
He nodded sagely.  “Yes, but breeding bear cubs is a time-consuming process.  This is to whoever you loaned her from; the payment that will be sent after birth.”
“Oh.”  Linda swallowed, glancing at the check in her hand.  She hadn’t meant for Ronnie to stay as a bear after today, but for that sum of money, Linda couldn’t complain.  “I think we’re in business, then.”
Agent Williams nodded.  “I think we are.  Pleasure seeing you, and I hope to see you again in the future.”  He turned smartly on his heel, his footsteps echoing as he followed the service exit to the parking lot.
Linda looked again at the check in her hands.  With pay like that, she might have to get Ronnie to ‘help out’ a few other animals around the zoo.  Still, she would need to talk to her sister about that...
She opened up the cage, walking out into the pen.  A few cat-calls were suitably issued by the college group, and she waved at them cheerily.  “We hope you’ve enjoyed the show, but isn’t it time you folks head down to our MRI?”
The teacher saw his opportunity and began herding his class into some semblance of a line.  Shabby as it was, it served its purpose.  Linda and the bears were alone and unobserved in the pen, save for the blinking security cameras.  They didn’t matter; they couldn’t pick up sound.
“So, Ronnie.”
The bear perked up its ears but did little more, still spent from her recent activities.
“We have a little bit of a problem.”  Linda smiled.  “Well, you have a little bit of a problem.”
The bear blinked and growled interrogatively.
“Seems like you’re going to be here until you give birth.”  She held up her hands calmingly.  “And don’t worry, I made you really fertile, so that shouldn’t take too long.  Just...”  Linda blinked, doing the math in her head.  “Two-thirds of a year.  Ish.”
Ronnie made as if to stand, but Blackbeard was upon her once more, looking like he’d want to do a good deal more than ‘cuddle’.
“Hey, see!  He likes you, you’ll get along great.  Don’t worry about Mom and Dad; I’ll tell them you were so moved by the demonstration today that you decided to go on an exchange trip.  Hell, I’ll even write them letters for you.”
Ronnie grunted her displeasure, but was already rocking back against her mate.  She roared as he locker her in an armbar, drooling with mounting pleasure as Blackbeard began their second impromptu bout.
“That’s the spirit!”  Linda grinned.  “The sooner you get knocked up and pop out a kid or two, the sooner we’ll have this done with!”  She neglected to mention that Ronnie would probably be having triplets, the usual litter for the area.
“And hey, I’ll be here to keep an eye on you, so I’ll be able to keep you out of too much trouble.”  That didn’t look like an issue, though.  Ronnie’s eyes were already slightly glazed as she continued to be roughly manhandled.  Blackbeard would no doubt take precious care of his new rival.  With that thought, Linda realized she was watching a couple having wrestling less than ten feet in front of her, and she politely turned her eyes away.
It’d probably be for the best if she were to leave the two bears to their business.  Linda waved over her shoulder as she walked back to the exit, leaving her sister pushed into the muck.  Ronnie would have a good time.  Four trees, two hundred square meters, and a bored grizzly that had nothing else to do.  There would be the matter of parting her and Old Blackbeard, but Linda would cross that bridge when she got to it.  For now, she’d enjoy the rest of her day.

Ronnie grunted beneath Blackbeard, shame and betrayal overriding every other sense she could feel.  A good thing too—otherwise, she would be devastated by hew new living conditions.  It was for the best that the ice in her gut was the cold flames of rage, and not the frigid winter of despair.  How the hell could Linda expect her to accept this?  One day was bad enough, but how long did bears take to come to term?  9 months?  Longer?  They were just as big as humans, so it couldn’t be too short a time.
And people would notice that Ronald was gone.  Lots of people knew her former self, people like the kids around the block, the jocks, her family!  But...  Would any of them miss her?  The kids around the block only cared about Ronald because he had provided them with masturbatory material.  Now that she had a new form, they’d probably start jerking it to her instead of Linda, or to both of them.  The jocks were much the same way, only they might try to rape her after.  And her family...  Linda had them covered.
Nobody would miss her.  Nobody would even know that she was gone.  And with that realization, Ronnie felt all of the anger seep out of her bodies.  She’d earned some degree of revenge from her sister, but not this.  Nothing like this.  Ronnie let the bear within her take over, sinking back into the recesses of her mind.
This... this patch of muck was her new home now.  Like it or not, there was nothing she could do about it, and she had just as much say to her living conditions as she did to whether or not she’d be wrestling Blackbeard.  She could fight it, or accept it, maybe understand a good deal more about Stockholm Syndrome.  She’d be here until Linda finally parted her and Old Blackbeard; she might as well try to enjoy the stay.