Unbearable Hunt

For months now the rural, wooded area was plagued by a wild animal of some sort: livestock disappearing and being found mostly eaten a while away, fences and trash cans being torn and destroyed, reports of growling and rustling in the bushes and forests near houses. It had gotten so bad that the residents living in the area were afraid of leaving their homes, the local officials recommending everyone stay indoors after sundown, lest they come face to face with the feral beast wreaking havoc across the town. Finally, a contract was given to one Jackson Banister, a bald eagle and a versed hunter, having over 25 years of experience under his belt. The contract was to find and put down the beast of the woods, as people had taken to call the wild animal. And Jackson was here to do exactly that, the bird arriving into the quaint little town at the break of dawn in his truck, deciding to do some investigation first things first. He parked in front of a small warehouse at the edge of a forest, the animal apparently wandering near there last night. As he stepped out of his truck, jeans and a leather jacket on him, he noticed just how quiet the town was, not a single car or person around in the streets. He'd seen his fair share of little towns, but this one was even more serene than the rest, seemingly everyone bunkering down until the beast was neutralized. Eventually he heard a door clanking open, an otter stepping out of the warehouse and greeting him, pointing him towards where the sounds were coming from last night. Eager to learn more about his quarry, he walked over to the edge of the forest, scanning the soft ground and the trees for any marks of wild animals. Soon enough he found a set of paw prints on the muddy ground, confirming his suspicions, this whole situation was the work of a bear, a large one at that based on the size of the prints. It wasn't necessarily uncommon for a bear to occasionally rifle through a few trash cans, but this level of interaction was very unusual, Jackson believing it to be a case of the ursine needing to fatten up for the upcoming hibernation, but it not finding enough food out in the wilds, leading it to clash with the town. This was extremely problematic, since that could very well mean that the animal is extremely hostile, a bear on a good day even not being the most safe animal to hunt down. But a contract was a contract, and the eagle treated his job with a sense of honour and pride, he'd make sure the town was safe!

Jackson checked out a few more areas where the bear had recently been spotted, trying to see if the tracks lead to any one particular direction, making notes into a small pocket book. After touring the town, he drove to a small motel near the centre, lodgings being included in the contract. After settling into his room, Jackson relaxed and kicked his talons up, enjoying getting to stretch after a long drive. He wanted to start his hunt nice and early tomorrow morning, having a hunch for the direction where the bear's den might be, a study of some aerial pictures of the forest strengthening his confidence. All that was left for the day was to get some shut-eye, the eagle settling into the creaky bed, sighing in satisfaction. A few hours before the sun crept up, Jackson was already up and about, pouring a final cup of coffee down his beak as he checked his equipment one last time. The bird was donning a camouflaged hunter's jacket and pants, a shotgun slung around his back. He strolled to his car, driving the old truck to the northern edge of town, the paved road quickly turning into a dirt path. He was able to drive for a few more minutes before he had to leave the car, continuing further down on foot. His gaze continuously scanned the trees, his ears listening for even the quietest of sounds. He trekked for a good hour, before his destination loomed in the distance: a fairly sizeable hill with several little burrows and cavities dotted around it, a perfect place for a bear to set up its den. Jackson crouched down, slowly and steadily creeping towards the hill, stopping and readying his weapon at every slight rustle he could hear. As he inched closer and closer, he could make out a shape entering one of the caves out of the corner of his eye, jackpot! Now all he had to do was get a clear shot at the opening of the den, and wait until his prey clambered out of it. He set up near the mouth of the black opening, steadying himself on one knee, leaning against a tree. He aimed the barrel of his gun at the den, steadying his breath. He could hear something stirring inside, probably disturbed by his smell, the sounds of clawed paws scratching against the dirt as the beast walked around. Jackson could practically feel a pair of eyes staring right into his soul, but he wouldn't pull the trigger before he had a clear shot. Minutes later, a brown-furred head peered out of the darkness, the bear letting out a roar as it stepped forwards. It was massive, easily dwarfing even the rather muscular Jackson, its thick fur only accentuating the size. For a second time seemed to stop, the two only staring into each other's eyes, the cool morning air misting up their breaths. Jackson held his breath, and pulled the trigger, preparing himself for the strong recoil. A click rang through the echoey forest, the eagle's blood running cold as his eyes widened. Surely some cosmic entity was furious with him, causing a misfire at this exact moment. With incredible speed, the beast charged at him, Jackson dropping down onto the ground and covering his head, laying completely still, his shotgun stumbling across the mud. Even playing dead, the bird was still apparently of interest to the bear, it running over to him, sniffing and tapping at him with its large paw. He felt its jaws wrapping around his leg, surprisingly gently, still piercing his skin and drawing a few drops of blood, Jackson grimacing as he tried to remain silent. To his horror, he was soon being dragged towards the bear's den, him unable to do anything except stay still and hope for the best. 

The cool morning air quickly turned much warmer as Jackson was dragged inside the small cave, the eagle thudding down near the centre of the space. Still pretending to be dead, he tried to breathe as slow as possible, not daring to look up. He could hear the beast circling around him, feeling its nose poking into him at various angles. This was highly unusual behaviour for a bear, him not being able to decide whether that was extremely good or extremely bad for his chances of survival. A big paw slapped directly onto his back, nearly knocking the air right out of him, him stifling a grunt to the best of his efforts. The paw flipped him over, feeling even more poking and prodding from the curious beast. Soon he felt heat radiating off of something, right in front of his face. Surely this was his end, a bear's maw mere inches away from his beak, gaped open and ready to gobble him up. Only, it didn't really smell like a wild animals mouth, it was a lot more... surely not? Jackson opened one of his eyes just the tiniest amount, and confirmed his suspicion. Staring back at him was not the bear's fangs, but her pussy, swollen and leaky, black lips gleaming in the dim cave. Before he had time to even process the sight, the female bear slammed her hips downwards, locking the eagle's beak inside of her. A muffled yelling filled the den, the bear letting out a satisfied roar, ostensibly enjoying the hunter turned hunted struggling and wiggling under her ass. After a few minutes of wiggling and screaming, Jackson just about blacked out, having a hard time breathing under the beast, going completely limp. In response, the bear lifted herself upwards slightly, letting him get a gasp of air, though still keeping him securely under her. Gasping for air, his mouth was filled with her juices, the strong tasting and smelling liquid pouring down his throat and staining the feathers on his face. 

He understood that he wouldn't be able to escape unless she let him, and struggling had no effect besides making her more annoyed, so the only course of action was to simply try and make the female bear happy. And it was quite obvious what she was after. Questioning the decisions he had made in life to lead him to this exact moment, Jackson opened his beak wide, stretching her lips, and extended his tongue, letting it brush and sweep her wet walls. Another happy growl escaped the bears maw, her starting to grind her loins against the eagle's face. As much as he hated to admit it, the beast squatting down on him was having some sort of an effect, his cock stirring in his pants, the pheromones thick in the air. He breathed her scent deep, wrapping his arms around her legs, pushing his face against her, even letting out a small moan as his tongue explored her depth. He could deny his enjoyment to himself, rationalizing it as just trying to make the feral bear happy, but he couldn't explain away the growing bulge in his pants. As he licked and gulped, the flow of her juices increased more and more, small puddle forming under his head. Immersed in the task at hand, Jackson suddenly snapped out of his trance as he felt the bear's nose poking at his crotch, a coarse tongue flicking out and lapping at his pants. He snaked his hands down to his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them to the best of his efforts while still buried under her ass, eventually managing to free his cock, the shaft flopping up and flicking a few beads of precum. The beast gave it a few sniffs, Jackson moaning as he felt the hot air hitting his flesh, before she lifted herself off of him. For a moment Jackson looked like a baby who'd just had his binky stolen right from his mouth, his face smeared over with a thick coating of her juices, but then he understood what was about to happen. 

The bear turned around, facing her previous hunter, a few drops of saliva dripping onto his chest. The eagle's cock was fully erect and twitching in the same tempo as his heart. She squatted down once more, her lips hotdogging his length, soaking it in seconds. Jackson grabbed his cock with one hand, helping it slip inside of her, both of them giving out a lustful moan as it disappeared between the shiny, moist lips. She laid down on top of him, her legs splayed out as her front paws slammed down on both sides of his head, her muzzle nuzzling up to his face. He in turn wrapped his hands around her, at least as far as he could wrap them around the fuzzy bear, as he started thrusting in and out of her, groaning and grunting. Various slurps and squishes reverberated around the den as the eager eagle pounded his feral quarry, his crotch and thighs wet from the bear's essence. He was on the edge of finishing, his shaft quivering as he sank his face into the bear's fur, yelling and moaning as he shot the first of his load into her, his cum mixing with her juices and running down over his balls. He pumped his hips into her, grinding and squeezing against her pussy, every shot of his seed sending another shiver down his whole body, making all his feathers poof up. Finally he collapsed down onto the ground, utterly spent and milked dry, panting and gasping. Understanding that her lover had finished, the bear stood up, his cock slipping out from her slit, pulling along with it a thick rope of cum, leaving a trail after her as she moved over, finally letting the bird sit up. He gathered his breath for a few moments, studying what the bear was doing, her only laying down, satisfied with the breeding. He shakily stood up, zipping his pants back on.

Jackson was left with a decision, the now docile seeming bear leaving the cave entrance completely open for him. He couldn't just leave her here, as the contract would go unfilled, and the town would stay unsafe. But on the other hand, he found that he couldn't just kill her either, that seeming too cruel after the kindness that she had showed him while the eagle was under her mercy. As Jackson started hobbling away from the cave, an idea started forming in his head. In his truck was sitting his rations for the trip, a bag full of food. He retrieved them, coming back to the den afterwards, the bear still seeming quite tame towards him. She hungrily gobbled up all the treats offered to her, approaching Jackson and giving him a lick after her meal. Not long after that, Jackson had fully tamed her, taking her back home to his ranch, satisfying both his conscience and the townsfolk. For years people would ask how he had managed to tame a fully grown brown bear, only to get coy and secretive answers about trade secrets that couldn't be revealed.