Dan had been going hunting with his father, Roy, out on the same patch of Montana forest since he was thirteen years old. That was, until Roy had gotten sick, deathly sick. They didn't know whether to blame his smoking or all the chemicals the grizzled man got exposed to doing house repair, but Roy had an aggressive case of lymphatic cancer. The doctors had all been infuriatingly honest about the wiry father's chances, and Roy rapidly became wane and bedridden.
The dutiful son never left his ailing father's side, and when their second hunting trip anniversary came and passed, Roy became feverish and insistent. He kept wanting to go on one last trip with his son, but the doctor's stressed his illness wouldn't allow for such an excursion. Dan had joined them in pleading with his father to rest, to see reason and recuperate. Soon, Roy became too sick to protest, and they never had a chance to go hunting again.
The young man bitterly regretted not going on one last excursion with his father, even if it would've been a desperate mockery of their old, cherished memories. When the time came again, Dan endeavored to go out on his own Montana forest trip alone, to reflect on what his father's life had meant to the inconsolable youth. He was just old enough now, and weathered his mother's desperate attempts to convince him away from the risky and isolating trek. They didn't have cellphone reception that deep in the woods, and the worried mother feared losing the last important piece of her life.
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Dan sat alone by his campfire, bitterly reflecting on how things had changed for the worse these past few years. Even though these trips had never been about much, it was still just a sad occasion for grim remembrance. They'd never gotten up to much on their hunting trips, always talking of bagging a bear, but never so much as coming home with a buck. He'd barely fired his hunting rifle barely, and couldn't really imagine using it after all these years, alone.
For Dan, it had always just been a chance to relax in nature, and connect with his gruff patriarch. Roy always struggled to express his strong feelings, and the isolation of the quiet forest allowed him to express his deepest heart, forming a stalwart connection with his only child. Now Dan had no one to talk to, and hadn't found much replacement since his father's passing. He was starting to regret this morose trip more and more, as the young man began gently weeping by his crackling campfire.
Sharda clambered through the forest thicket with surprising delicacy, considering the great grizzly's size. She waited cautiously right outside the ring of light flickering from the fire ahead. The mighty female ursid had been drawn to this place for some time, first to feast on the bountiful leavings accruing on the isolated spot, and then to investigate the curious humans who frequented and stocked it. She had been cautious and wary at first, but soon knew them as harmlessly incompetent trespassers in her territorial domain. And the young human lad growing up under her curious, furtive glances always struck out in the cunning she-bear's imagination. She became fascinated by his innocence, despite his humanity, perhaps even because of it.
When she spied her long-stalked human alone for the first time, after some absence, it all became clear to the bear matriarch. Despite being a wild, hoary animal, she knew of loss well, having been separated from many beloved children of hers too soon. To hear his whimpering cries, stirred something maternal, loving, and longing in the ferocious animal, and she emerged from her forest cover to engage with a human for the very first time.
The grieving young man had no sense of the approaching beast creeping up from behind. He had been visiting these same woods so long, he hadn't the slightest conception that anything here would hurt him. Hunched over a fallen log, head-in-hands, he openly wept over his roaring feelings, rapidly unbottling in this natural isolation. When a wet, furred snout snuffled up comfortingly to his side, Dan instinctively petted out at it. His unfocused mind assumed it was his beagle, Boomer, coming to console him like usual. But his senses gradually alerted him to the inconsistencies of this presence, and when Dan's head rose from his grief he was staring eye-to-eye with a gargantuan grizzly bear.
Dan's frazzled mind stalled completely for several moments, uncomprehending of the ursine face before him, before he began screaming and flailing about wildly. The big bear watched calmly at first, until Dan started reaching for his unreadied rifle, prompting the smart animal to leap upon him and bat it aside with her wide, powerful paw. The .308 Winchester fell down into the nearby campfire, crackling and fizzing before exploding violently in a deafening spray of fiery embers.
The flare and boom of so many bullets cooking-off simultaneously stunned Dan. The terrified lad roused from a mumbling stupor minutes later, in motion staring up at the moonlit sky. It took him a while to gather his bearings, in constant motion over the uneven forest floor and still addled mightily, seeing stars in his eye's from the campfire explosion. He was being dragged by the hood of his parka by the giant bear, who had little trouble bearing his weight backwards with horrifying speed. The unprepared hunter didn't even have a knife on himself at the moment, and struggled to think of any means of salvation from this brutish beast's abduction. Dan began struggling about, until his head thwacked down hard upon a forest-floor rock as the bear heaved him along unperturbed, stymieing his struggles.
The fearful young hunter groaned morosely as his vision of the night's sky was replaced by a damp cave ceiling. The bear slowed down as she carefully hauled him through the rough cavern, old bones cracking under Dan's weight. When the bear stopped and released his torn hoodie from her slavering jaws, the isolated young man thought his life was about to be violently extinguished, or worse, he'd be left to linger in pain as the bear's larder, like the stories he'd read about online. When the bear's wet snout began huffing about his face inquisitively, the fatalistic human struck out and tried to defend himself.
Though Sharda barely felt his meager blows across her sturdy jaws and cheeks, the surprise of it caught her off-guard and alerted the bear's defensive instincts. She gave him a warning swipe, which sent the delicate manling sprawling across the rocky cavern ground. The bear whined with worry, nuzzling at the fallen lad as red scratches welled across his pale face. Dan had crumpled under the bear's strength, and hit the back of his head hard enough on the cave floor to create a matted spot of blood. The defeated human whimpered and pleaded with the musky, hoary animal leering over him. His confusion preventing the human from noticing the concern and kindness in Sharda's big, brown eyes. As the human youth's hysteria rose with mortal terror, the maternal grizzly knew she had to comfort the scared human and make her benevolent intentions clear.
The supine man's fear escalated to new heights of absolute terror as the bear began chewing and ripping apart his pants, right above his groin. On some level he had tried to prepare himself for a bloody demise, but to be devoured stomach--or worse, groin--first would be beyond the limits of fate's cruelty, by his estimation. However, Sharda the grizzly was exceedingly skillful with her big, sharp teeth, and had the troublesome bluejeans in tatters upon her cavern floor in moments, exposing the human male's trembling manhood.
Sharda's snout insistently dove forward, the she-bear ignoring Dan's pleading shrieks of mercy as she lifted her wet, rubbery lips apart and slid her soft tongue out intently. The confused young man didn't know how to process the scene before him, as the grizzly bear used her wide tongue to guide his limp prick past her fearsome teeth into the warm, moist interior of her long ursine muzzle. The pressure and texture of the bear's oral interior slowly roused him, his excitement doing nothing to diminish the flow of blood into Dan's swelling penis.
The panicked man still couldn't quite comprehend or accept that the bear was sexually pleasuring him, and batted at her round, fluffy ears, trying to heave the big animal snout from enveloping his penis entirely. Sharda heaved off his manhood momentarily, and roared mightily right up into the human's face, trails of bear spittle flying from her quavering cheeks as she let loose an authoritative bellow. Dan settled down, and Shard resumed affectionately nursing his growing phallus with her tender muzzle.
The experience of being deepthroated...or muzzle-docked with a maternal grizzly was an entirely novel experience for Dan, to say the least. The texture of her rubbery lips and tongue, the spongy ridges of her warm oral interior, the occasional prickle of her foreboding teeth, every aspect of the moment seared into the scared youth's mind as he looked at the slavering ursid's mouth, pressed up to his pelvis as his head throbbed and swapped about Sharda's top palate, releasing little spurts of pre-cum that the she-bear found quite tasty.
Time passed by slowly, as it became clear Sharda was in no rush to bring Dan to climax as her damp, flat tongue caressed under his penis in undulating ripples. Dan couldn't help but begin swinging his hips slightly under the bear's pressing muzzle, dragging his sensitive penis tip to the very back of the grizzly's throat.