Tribal Hunt
For BearTP


Bear whimpered as the ringing in his large ears made his head hurt. The young fox cub had wandered away from the desert caravan despite the warnings from the elders as they passed by the border of a dense jungle. The sweet scent of an exotic fruit had lured the unsuspecting cub away from the encampment, right into an ambush by a local tribe. A quick smack to the back of Bear's skull was all it took to subdue the young male.
The heavy wet air of the jungle made the small fennec cub wheeze and pant as he was led through the thick foliage by his new owners, a tribe of small felines. The gray-furred warriors were barely larger than the small cub they pushed along the densely overgrown jungle path. After several hours of trekking, Bear whimpered, his feet adapted to the hot dry sands of his homeland that were ill suited to the soft and damp jungle ground throbbed painfully. The small group was called to halt as the leader pointed to a clearing. Bear thankful for the rest eagerly drank the water one of his captors tipped from a large leaf.
The group rested for a day, Bear watched the small felines as they started to set up camp. They strung up hammocks made from thick jungle vines and leaves that served as beds for the group. Each of the felines wore a belt of thick leather thongs that held their weapons close at hand, the males had a thick band of leather around their forearms. The lone female wore a band around her forehead and the brightly colored plumage of some jungle bird woven into her head fur. Bear whimpered as the female approached and grabbed his muzzle. The female pulled down on his muzzle and forced him to look at her. She grinned as she saw the young male's eyes widen in fear.
"You prey now, cub." The female purred in broken common, "Morning come, you be hunted." She let go of the cub's face letting the words sink in before she padded off snarling commands to the rest of the hunting party in strange hisses, yowls, and purrs. The other felines snapped to attention and set about preparing for the hunt. The small fennec cub curled up into a tight ball and closed his eyes, he wasn't sure why, but he felt that this was the end. Time passed slowly in the dense jungle, only stray beams of sunlight broached the heavy jungle canopy, the only other light was the flickering glow of the bioluminescent mushrooms that clung to the thick tree trunks.
The cub tried to sleep, but the jungle noises kept him awake. He could hear the calls of the local birds, the sounds of insects buzzing, and the rustling of the trees as the small jungle creatures scurried through the underbrush. By the time Bear's eyes closed he was shook awake by the female feline. In her paw she held a strange fruit, her claws dripped with its juices. Bear flinched as she marked his muzzle, ears, and tail with the juices.
"Hunt starts, soon" She purred as she cut the cub's bindings. She thrust into his paws a small knife carved out of a green stone. "Home," the feline pointed into the jungle before she continued. "Run, Survive. Stay, Die!"
Bear shivered, getting the message. A small leaf wrapped package of dried fruits was thrust into his paws before he was pushed towards the edge of the clearing. The jungle looked dark and scary, but as he looked back the sight of a young hunter being prepared made his tired paws move. He stumbled into the undergrowth and unknown. Fighting against the jungle for what seemed like an eternity, Bear flopped against a rotten log. He chewed on a piece of the leather like fruit he had been given and sipped water from a leaf. Panting he let himself relax for the briefest moment. So far there had been no sign of any of the feline hunters as his eyes started to drift shut.
As he dozed his large sensitive ears twitched at the faint sounds of rustling in the jungle. The fennec cub bolted up and listened carefully, the sounds were coming from his left, and he slowly tilted his head that way. The sounds grew louder, and Bear could make out the sounds of snapping twigs and branches. He thought about making a run for it but dismissed that idea. This wasn't his desert, whatever was out there knew the jungle far better. He ducked behind the log and clutched his stone weapon close as he watched in the direction of the sounds. His ears stayed up alert for anything behind him, as a young feline stepped out of the growth. Its ears were splayed back, its eyes scanned back and forth as it carried a sharp wooden spear. The cub's heart raced as the feline approached, it was no more than a few feet away.
"Prey!" The feline shouted as it brandished the spear. Bear saw the feline's mouth open in a snarl, his heart pounded in his chest as he braced for impact. The inexperienced hunter over shot his leap, the tip of his spear thudding into the ground between the cub's ears. The feline hissed and tugged at the pole as Bear scurried backwards. He yelped as the feline tried to drag the spear with him, the tip of the spear was buried deep in the ground. The feline growled and pulled harder at the spear as Bear slashed wildly with his knife. The sharp edge bit into the hunter's side, leaving a deep bloody gash.
"YOWL!" the feline screamed as it abandoned the lodged weapon and turned to face the terrified cub. Bear quickly took advantage of the feline's momentary distraction and used the opening to bolt for the jungle. The feline gave chase, its wounded side screaming in pain as it lumbered through the undergrowth. The fennec cub slashed at the plants in the effort to clear the path before him as he fled the wounded hunter. Just as he could see the distant shimmer of sand between the thinning jungle, a sharp pain in left leg as he tumbled forward right into the trunk of a huge tree. He cried out in pain as the tree knocked the wind from his lungs. The fennec cub rolled to his back and looked up as the feline's snarling face came into view. The feline's eyes glowed in the light of the bioluminescent mushrooms as it prepared to tear the cub's throat out with its claws and fangs.
Instinctively Bear thrust his arms up to protect the vulnerable area as the enraged hunter lunged in. Its jaws latched onto the prey's wrist, while the stone blade the cub still held lodged itself right into the feline's eye. The hunter twitched barely realizing it was dead as Bear howled in pain, the fangs puncturing through the radial artery of his wrist. Kicking with his uninjured leg, Bear rolled the dead feline off him and clutched at the bloody wound. Blood seeped out from between his fingers as he stumbled to his feet. The cub knew it was bad as his head felt dizzy from a mix of blood loss and blow from the tree. He found a large leaf and wrapped it around his wrist, securing it with some jungle vines before limping out towards the desert and familiar terrain, leaving the horrors of the jungle behind.
The fennec cub made his way out of the jungle and into the sands of the desert. His wounds bled freely but the cub didn't stop till he collapsed in the sand, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly he dragged himself up, his left leg dragging through the sand as he followed the setting sun, the rough direction he knew his family was traveling in. As the minutes dragged on he wondered if his father, mother, and siblings even noticed he was missing. Did they search for him before packing up? He pushed onwards, constantly looking back for following pursuers, but only the increasing expanse of sand that swallowed his paw prints greeted him. The jungle looked small against the bright horizon as the sun beat down on the cub. His large ears however provided much needed shade and cooling, and the little bit of water he had drank earlier was more than enough to keep him going. By the time the sun was starting to set his pace began to slow as he struggled to stay conscious.
"Dad!" The cub called out as he approached a small dune and struggled to climb over. "Mom?" Bear gasped out as he rolled down the leeward slope of the sandy hill till his face flopped into a pool of water. Gulping greedily the cub swallowed as much of the water as he could before rolling over. The tall palm trees of a small oasis greeted him as he passed out under the glow of a violet moon.




Cooked Cub



        “Bear step up for inspection,” the farmer, a large bear, pointed to a platform. A small twelve-year old fennec fox whimpered as he slowly walked up to the inspection platform. The young male was naked except for a bright yellow tag hanging from his left nipple, he winced at the cold autumn breeze as his nipples hardened. He stepped up, placing his arms at his side keeping very still as the farmer’s rough paws roamed over his body. From the tips of his ears to his small but well developed package, not an inch of the small furry body was spared.


“Congratz, you are ready for shipping.” The farmer pat the cub’s head proudly. “There's a special customer that has been waiting for you to be ready for years.”
        
Bear shivered and looked up at the only non fennec he had ever seen, “Waiting for me?” He looked back at the farm wondering what the outside world looked and smelled like. “I’ll be food?” Bear asked softly, already knowing the answer, only one in a thousand from the farm was sold as a non food product.


The bear lifted the little vulpine up and nodded. “The customer has waited for many years for this one dinner, you are one of the finest meat cubs I have personally raised. So, don’t disappoint me or bring the farm a bad reputation." The farmer guided Bear out of the pens and into the barn. The cub shivered as they walked down a hallway, past the processing rooms, he could see the still live wiggling fennecs as they were skinned and chopped into meat.


“Is it going to hurt?” Bear whimpered, hugging his tail tip for comfort. The cub looked around as he was led out of the barn and into a section of the farm he had never seen before. The fox gasped seeing pens full of red and arctic foxes, being fed, groomed, and measured. 


“This is the fur pens of the farm, there's not much demand for fennec fur, so your breed mostly exists in the meat pens. You are an exception, the client wants your pelt as well as your meat,” the farmer rested his paw on Bear’s head and turned him to face a door labeled Dining Room Kitchen. “She’s inside waiting for you, behave yourself.” The bear gave the cub a push as he opened the door. 


“Ok,” Bear whined as he ushered into the kitchen. The bright steel countertops and clean tile walls were a sharp contrast to the soft warm colors of the pens. The cub dragged his feet as he looked around, the kitchen looked abandoned. There was no one visible as he walked around the counter, his paw steps echoing in the normally bustling kitchen. He peeked around the corner to see a skunk stretching. She was yawning, showing off large fangs as she looked right at the fennec.


“Ahh, you must be Bear, come on over,” She waved her paw and as if by magic the cub felt compelled to walk closer. The large female smiled at the young cub as he was revealed. “Yes you will be a very nice morsel, the farmer did a great job on you.”


“Um, thank you,” Bear kicked his paws nervously as his nakedness was on display for the customer. It wasn’t so much that he was naked, after all Bear lived his entire life in the buff, more so the unfamiliar glint in the skunk’s eyes as she drank in the sight of the young male. His eyes darted downward staring at his paws as he felt himself being lifted up.


“Yes, a nice amount of meat on you, not too much fat. Just how I ordered you. So perhaps we should get started?” She carried the cub over to a large shower stall and grabbed a large hook hanging from the ceiling by a chain. The cub lifted his head as he was flipped upside down his face dangling in front of the skunk’s crotch. He gulped as there was a sizable bulge in her skirt. So distracted by the bulge, he barely felt something cold and metallic pressed against his ankle. 


“YEOW!!!” The cub screamed when the skunk impaled his ankle onto a hook and left him hanging upside down. His crying was cut short as she lifted her skirt and shoved her large cock into the boy’s small muzzle. Bear choked on the thick meat and musk as he felt the skunk run her paws over his immature cock and balls. He breathed slowly as the member kept him silent, but did little to quell the pain in his ankle. 


The skunk moaned softly as Bear’s tight throat squeezed around her thick cock. She reached over pulling a curved skinning blade and gently cut a circle around the fennec’s ankle just below the hook. The cub thrashed a bit as the skunk’s cock flexed in his throat, he felt the burning sting as the knife traveled down his inner thigh then back around his other ankle. The cutting continued down the inner thigh again and around the boy’s anus and genitals then up his belly and chest to stop at the neck.


“Ohhh,” the skunk moaned softly as she pushed into Bear’s muzzle then pulled out making the cub sputter and cough. Thin lines of bright blood dripped to the floor as she resumed work, cutting around the cub’s throat and wrists and down the insides of the arms. “Beautiful, your fur is going to come off nice and neat.”


Bear sobbed, his salty tears mixed with the blood on the floor as the skunk stepped back admiring the whimpering boy. The moment was brief as she started to pull the fennec’s pelt down inch by inch. Bear barely lasted till the leg fur was pulled down to his knees before passing completely out. Ignoring the cub the skunk continued to work pulling the skin and fur till it was only connected at the neck. Gently she used her knife to separate the pelt from the body and laid it in a pile to the side. Smiling, she pulled a spray bottle off the counter and spritzed the boy’s bare muscles.


The cub snapped awake as the cool fluid washed over his stinging body, wherever the spray touched the pain and bleeding stopped leaving the fennec to breathe heavily as the skunk ran a paw over the fennec’s still furred sheath and scrotum. Bear could only let out a small whimper as she brought the skinning knife behind his balls and sliced his small pouch and cock completely off. She tossed the cub bits on the table as she set up a large roasting pan. Her paws gently worked the hook out the cub’s ankle and arranged the fennec in the pan, his head hung out a special indentation. She grabbed Bear’s tail causing the boy to yelp as she lopped it off at the base in a single stroke. The tail was tossed with the pelt as the skunk rubbed the roast with oil and herbs. She pulled a baster filled with stock and forced it up the cub roast’s tight virgin ass.


Bear whimpered and whined as he was violated, the pain from his tail stump dull compared to the hot broth scalding his insides. The baster was removed and replaced with a carrot to plug it all up and Bear was moved to the oven. The heat was overwhelming on his furless body as he slid in. The skunk closed the specially designed oven door leaving the cub’s furry head out of the oven. Bear watched helplessly as she started to heat oil in a pan before walking back over, a heated knife in paw.


“I do hate ruining a perfectly good centerpiece, but your ears look too tasty to pass up.” Bear sniffled, the heat biting into his chest made it hard to breathe as the skunk pinched the right large fox ear and sliced it off with a quick stroke. The left ear quickly followed, the hot blade sizzled closing the wound and preventing a bloody mess as the meat’s ear-conditioners were removed. After a wash and shave the ears were tossed in the oil where they crackled and popped as they started to crisp. By this time the meat was cooking pretty well. Its skin started to form a golden-brown color. 


Bear, on the other hand, was nearly gone. His breathing was slow and shallow and his once youthful eyes were drooping and clouded gray. All he could think as he felt himself starting to slip was that he sure smelled tasty. Not long after the skunk pulled the ears out of the fryer the cub expired, becoming nothing more than what he was, food. Just another animal raised and slaughtered as livestock. The skunk kissed the lifeless nose of her meal before settling down into a chair and snacked on her crispy ears waiting for her long awaited meal to finish.