The Hunter (Grizzly)

“The Hunter”
By MrNelg


Puddles of rain.

In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.

The forest is covered with a blanket of rain. It is early in the morning, but the weather and time have no meaning to this sprawling landscape. The tall trees arch upward. Hiding the creatures who dwell within. Higher and higher they climb. Reaching heights unimagined a century earlier. Quiet. Unfeeling. These giant barricades serve as protectors. Stoic, the towering behemoths are totally unaware of the environment. Below, in the very bowls of these titanic wooden behemoths, the water splashes on the ground, soaking into the ground beneath. Yet, a lot more escapes, running down the gently sloping floor towards the valleys below.

The lone figure sat, hunched over in his rain cloak. The camouflage leaves which he'd stuck to the outside helped keep the rain out, as it ran down the leaves rather than soaking into the woollen fabric. The fur lining the inside kept him warm from the chill, while the hood protected his face and short, light brown hair. Surrounding him, was his custom made bunker. Little more than sticks and leaves cobbled together, it took the brunt of the storm ragging around him, while providing him a place of rest as he waited for his prey to arrive.

His fingers flexed on the matchlock musket, protectively hidden under his body. Every now and then, he would raise his free hand to blow on the glowing slow match, keeping it lit. Every time he moved, it jangled the pouch containing the paper cartridges at his side, making a loud crunching sound as they rubbed together. He frowned disapprovingly. He'd have to do something about that; Too much noise was no good.

He crouched in the bunker in silence, listening to the rain drumming loudly on the roof. Lightning lit up the dawn sky, and the thunderclap that followed actually made him jump, and he nearly dropped the matchlock. He cursed himself silently. He'd been waiting out here for nearly three hours now. He was getting tired and nervous.

Damn storm.

He glanced skyward. Well, as skyward as he could inside the bunker. Looking out through the firing slit, he glared at the blacken clouds that occasionally crackled with lightning. The storm was keeping many animals away, forcing them to huddled in caves or under trees or where ever the hell they went during these events of nature.

He visibly yawned, though he managed to keep from making any verbal sounds, his jaw cracked from the sudden movement. He fumed again. Sebastian Clay once again adjusted the metal stand before him that allowed him to keep the weapon steady while aiming.

Any sane man would've quit a long time ago, or any saner man wouldn't be out here. Not him. Sebastian needed to be out here. The damn storm had been going on three days now, and he desperately needed some fresh meat that he could sell at the town markets. The town was a lonely little frontier town, on the very edge of civilisation along the mountain range edges. Not much in the way of goods made their way out here, leaving the majority of the people to harvest the land for their needs. The price would be high indeed considering people would have to rely on stored meat in this weather. Money could make a man do strange things indeed.

All of a sudden, his head shot up. There, a little way down the slope. A mass of orange, brown was just visible against the green. He squinted. Yes, it was a heard of deer. He smiled. All this waiting hadn't been in vain. Now, only if they could move a little closer.

Sebastian moved into a crouching position as he gave the slow match one last blow, before attaching it to the cocked hammer. The deer were moving close by the trees, trying to keep out of the rain as much as possible. They edged along the tree line, closer towards his range of fire. The smile became a grin as he opened the flash pan and he eased the matchlock forward onto the 'Y' shaped rest on the stand, the muzzle poking out of the firing slit.

He then raised the stock to his shoulder, squinted down the sights, and pulled the trigger. The slow match slammed down with a mighty flash as it ignited the flash-pan with a loud 'Whoomph.' The closest deer's left ear twitch, as a split second later the musket bucked against Sebastian’s shoulder as the muzzle exploded in a cloud of white powder and a harsh flat cracking sound. Even before the weapon fired, the deer was already in flight.

Sebastian lowered the musket and peered out through the firing slit. The deer, after it's first frantic bound, was already staggering. As it's herd mates raced off down into the valley, it took three or four more wobbly steps, then fell.

Sebastian let out a laugh of triumph. He quickly placed the weapon down on the woollen blanket and wrapped it up. Then, he kicked open the side door to his tiny bunker and stepped out into the rain. Feeling heavy raindrops pelt his head, even with the cloak hood up it was raining hard enough so that his head hurt. He closed the door to his bunker, not wanting any unwanted visitors to poke their noses around inside, and quickly headed off to collect his prey. His leather boots nearly slipped on the wet grass as he scrambled down the slope towards the still orange, brown form at the tree line below.

Lightning light up the sky and the thunderclap that followed sent a shiver up his spine as he finally reached the fallen deer. Moving fast, he crouched down, bending his knees, and gripping the deer with both hands, heaved. His muscles rippled as he hoisted the deer carcase onto his back. He then rose to his feet, and began jogging off, back to his hut.

He'd made the decision to go straight home after catching just one prey. Normally, he'd move around to his many bunkers and catch a lot more; But this storm. The storm had forced him to cut that plan short. He'd just take what ever he could get and go. As he'd sat in the first bunker, waiting, he'd thought about just huddling in the bunker, waiting for the storm to slacken off, but that didn't look like a possibility any time soon. In fact, it seemed to be getting much worse. That's when he'd made the decision to leg it straight home after his first catch. If things were about to get worse, he didn't want to be stuck in a cramped bunker for Goddess knew how long.

Although the leaves on the cloak helped some what, the rain was pelting down hard, wetting his clothes inside as he jogged along. He pushed it from his mind. He'd get his fire going straight away when he got home. He'd be nice and warm and dry. He grinned as he focused his eyes forward, keeping his breathing in sync with his foot falls as he hurried along.

A lightning bolt stabbed across the black clouds, drawing his attention. Then, the thunderclap that followed made Sebastian jump. So much, that he didn’t see where he was going, and stepped right into a puddle on the soggy grass.

His foot came down hard and immediately slipped out from under him. He wasn't even able to yell out a startle cry as he landed face down in the water; The deer slipped from his grasp and sailed forward to crash into the bushes somewhere ahead of him.

This time, he swore out loud. Grumbling, he staggered to his feet, and looked around for his catch. It was no where in sight. He swore again, much louder before walking forward in the direction he thought it might have gone.

Damn storm.

He stepped off the path and into the darkness of the forest. The plants and bushes were dense on all sides, the raindrops slapping on the leaves. Sebastian pushed forward, shoving branches and leaves slick with rain aside, as he scanned the ground below. He was dimly aware of a loud gurgling sound ahead of him as he searched, but paid it no heed. He was now looking behind himself as he searched. Further and further into the forest he went.

Where was that damn deer?

It couldn't have gone this far in. Surely he must've past it...

His arm pushed through the foliage and into empty air. He pulled aside the leaves and stepped out of the forest and immediately felt his boots sink into wet mud. He blinked a few times and saw the dark, flowing currents of a river; Barley 10 feet wide.

He let lose an almighty profanity then. He'd past it. It was somewhere behind him. He looked back over his shoulder at the dark green foliage. He frowned. He hoped he could find his way back. Reaching out he moved aside the leaves and started back. A sound made him pause. Over the rain slapping the leaves and the wind and the thunder, he heard something. What, he wasn't sure. Slowly, he turned to look back at the river.

There was something on the other side.

A large something. It stood like a man; Must have been 7 feet tall. It's body was more slender, like a woman’s. It made him pause. It was on the other side, it's upper torso leaning out of the bushes, and staring right at him. At that moment, lightning flashed high above, casting a strobe effect down through the tree canopy. That gave Sebastian enough time to make out the features of the creature.

It was a monster girl; A Grizzly to be more precise. It looked like a woman, except for the large rounded, bear like ears protruding from her thick, light brown hair. And the thick, fluffy fur covering her torso. And the large, fur covered for arms that ended in thick, ebony claw like fingers.

Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood there, frozen. For a few moments, the two just watched each other, as if playing a friendly game of chess and waiting for the other to make their move.

Eventually, Sebastian had to let out the air he'd been holding, emitting a great sigh. The Grizzly's ears flicked at the sound, but other than that, she didn't move. Then, she looked down at the river, before looking back up at Sebastian. Sebastian in turn looked down at the flowing river, and back up at the monster girl, still watching him; And smiled.

“You can't get me, can you.” He said softly. He had no idea if she heard him over the racket of the storm, but her head cocked slightly to the right. He raised his right hand and gave a small wave. “Bye-bye.” He said cheerily, and turned to push his way back into the forest.

There was a sudden crash, and he spun around. The foliage was shaking violently; The Grizzly no longer visible. He frowned. Large heavy droplets of water splashed down on his hood, and he turned to look up. Not too high above him, a large dark shape was clinging to the trunk of a tree. It took him just a fraction of a second to realise that the shape, was in fact the Grizzly. His jaw dropped.

The damn thing had jumped the frigging river?

It's head turned and looked down at him. At that moment, panic set in, and he was moving, running through the forest. He made a lot of noise as he ran. Behind him, he heard a distinctive loud thump over the noises he made, followed closely by even louder crashing. His panic increased as he realised it was getting closer.

His foot caught on something, and he was once more sent flying, face first into the ground. He spun around in sheer terror, only to have it drained away by a mixture of shock and surprise. There, on the ground behind him, was the deer. He found the bloody deer.

Something exploded from the foliage and he turned, looking right up into the face of the Grizzly. Terror once more returned to his face and his limbs froze in panic. However, as he stared into her face, he could make out her semi human expression. It almost seemed like happiness. He frowned, then his eyes widened with horror.

When training to be a hunter, he remembered all sorts of lessons being taught about monster girls. The one thing he remembered about the Grizzly in particular, was never to throw your self down on the ground in front of them. As from their perspective , it would be interpreted as an invitation to mate. He looked down at his rain soaked body, and realised he was laying down, on his back, with her leaning over him.

Even as his brain sent the signals to his limbs to get his body working, he was never given the chance to move. A massive furry soaked, yet surprisingly warm body loomed over him. The Grizzly was on all fours, her head level with his so that she could look straight down into his eyes.

It was then that he realised her body was shielding his from what rain made it through the forest canopy to the floor below. Looking back up into her face, he saw a gentle, dopey yet pleased expression; This relaxed him somewhat. He never realised that her face was getting closer to his, until she was upon him. He gasped in realisation, just as her lips pressed against his.

Her lips were warm. Their touch was electric; sending shivers along the entire length of his body. He felt his muscles relax from their paralysed position. His body slowly began to sag, causing him to lay back fully. Her lips followed him all the way, her tongue now pushing past his to probe the inside of his mouth.

There was something else mixed in with the saliva. Something soft and pleasant. It's taste was exquisite, almost like honey, but not quite. His own tongue pushed back, hungrily exploring this new taste. It lashed out, snatching it up so that he could swallow it. As he searched the Grizzly's tongue for this substance, he failed realise his own body was warming up. His senses becoming dulled.

He didn't care. He wanted what ever it was that was in her mouth. Without even knowing it, his hands were clutching the side of her head, forcing her mouth to his. The scent of the monster girl was now everywhere.

Her body was settling heavily atop him, her rounded, furry breasts pushed up against his chest. Her own large hands cradling his head as she kissed him back. The fur on her hands was mattered, not from the rain, but from something else. Whatever it was, it had the same fragrance as the substance in her mouth; Which seemed to be assaulting him from all sides.

All around him, the sounds of the storm were muted. The crashing of thunder, the dull smacks of the rain as they hit the leaves. Even the splashes of water as they hit the ground around him. It was as if some God had eliminated his hearing.

One hand left the side of her head to glide down, his fingers skimming across her wet fur, before settling on something warm, soft, fluffy and round. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and there was a deep moan from somewhere else. He didn't care where it came from. He squeezed the object his fingers where latched onto once more, drinking in the pleasure it gave him.

He never realised when one of her hands left the side of his head. Only that something was brushing aside his cloak. Then his shirt was being unbuttoned, exposing his chest to the damp, cool air. Surprisingly, he wasn't cold at all.

His body was warming up, almost too hot for his clothes. Her lips abruptly left, and he emitted a small moan of sadness. Then, something was dampening down his chest. His head tilted forward slightly, so see that she was running her tongue across his chest. It tickled slightly and a soft giggle escaped his lips. His head leaned back down onto the ground and he stared up into the dark green canopy of the forest, high above. He could see the rain drops, stabbing down silently in slow motion. The forest canopy it's self seemed to be extending higher.

There was a sensation around his pants, and he lifted his gaze. The Grizzly was sitting upright now, her fingers playing over his leather belt. They were too thick and big to undo the buckle, so she extended a claw and slashed at it. It came off with a single swift motion and was tossed aside. His pants were pulled down, exposing his thighs to the elements. Still, he was not cold. On the country, his body appeared to be heating up.

Finger like claws were suddenly groping between his thighs, and that same electric shiver rocketed up his spine. They were stroking now, softly and rhythmically. His body convulsed with every stroke. He was aware that he was hard now, painfully so. His whole body ached. He looked up into her eyes, pleading. Through the rain, he saw hers. The look within them was gentle, loving, almost heavenly.

He mouthed a 'please,' at her; She smiled. Her face leaned forward towards him, one hand moving to gently hold the side of his head, while the other, stayed between his legs, gripping him. Her lips touched against his slightly, as she settled down atop him.

Warm soft folds of heat enveloped him and his breath audibly shuddered, which in turn was drowned out by the low, rumbling coming from the monster girl atop him. His hands were gripping her rump before he even knew it. He squeezed hard, producing a loud moan from above. The fingers at the side of his head gripped tighter as the Grizzly arched her spine. Her face left his vision, replaced by that of two large, furry orbs. Her hips rose slightly, then fell, sending a shock wave of pleasure throughout his body. He gasped loudly, and louder still as she repeated the process. The third time she did this, his breath was lodged in his throat.

The sensations he was feeling were indescribable. Every thrust caused his whole body to spasm. He couldn't even thrust his own hips in unison with hers. Her inner warmth gripped him tight, kneading him in a way that left his whole body paralysed with pleasure. He felt his hands loosen on her rear to casually fall to his sides, while her own hands gripped his shoulders tight, pinning him to the wet forest floor beneath him.

Above him, the Grizzly's thrusts were timed with her breathing; breathing in, when raising her hips, and breathing out, while lowering them. Sebastian had no such pattern, his mind was lost in a sea of pleasure to properly organise his body. The Grizzly began to increase her thrusts, morphing her loud moans into short, sharp whimpers.

She leaned forward slightly, allowing her hands to snake across his chest, down his arms, to take his hands in hers. She then brought them up to cup her breasts, squeezing his hands against her, producing a moan from her lips. Through the fur, Sebastian could feel her nipples, now fully erect, against his palms as she slowly rubbed them up and down her breasts.

She leaned down over him, bending slightly so that she could kiss him. Still keeping his hands to her breasts, she forced his lisp apart, kissing him hungrily. Her thrusts were starting to speed up as was her passion, as she broke of the kiss, breathing heavily into his face. She groaned loudly with each, before she started licking his face, her grip on his hands tightening to being almost painful. Her tongue was raspy, not rough like sandpaper, Sebastian realised, as her licks changed to rough kisses.

Sebastian could feel himself building up inside her warm, tight passage. His face clenched as he tried to tilt his head back, but his body was still unable to move. She stopped kissing too, as her spine arched, her head rose up slowly, and then…

…The Grizzly threw her head back as she roared, Sebastian’s whole body tensed, and then relaxed, as he felt the warmth growing from between the monster girls thighs. Like a slow spreading sensation, he felt the warmth all around his member, and then, it was gone.

For a while, he lay there, hearing only sound of his deep, harsh breathing. Slowly, the other sounds of the world around him returned. The thunder, muffled by the canopy of the forest. The rain as it struck the leaves and the ground around him. And of cause, the heavy breathing of the Grizzly atop him.

Her breathing slowed down, before she finally looked him in the eye, and smiled. It was a warm, loving smile. It made Sebastian smile in return. Then, her lips parted and for the first time, she spoke.

“...Husband...” Her voice was somewhat dreamy. It was deep, but definitely feminine.

Sebastian kept smiling. Husband? Yeah. That actually sounded right.

He wanted to touch her, to hold her, but he was tired. His eyes closed, and he found he couldn't open them. Her hands were around his waist, and he was lifted up off the ground. He had no sense of direction, until his whole body settled against a furry surface. His face rested against something round, furry and soft; Her breast.

She was cradling him in her arms like a new born baby. Her face lowered and rubbed her check against his. He liked that. He mumbled something unintelligible. As if reading his unspoken words, the Grizzly responded.

“...Home...”

Home. That made him relax even more. Amidst the sounds of the storm, he could hear the Grizzly moving off through the foliage, deeper into the forest. He snuggled into her soft, warm fur. Home. Home was in the other direction.

Then he found that he really didn't care.

In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.

Puddles of rain.


THE END.