CAVEBEAR.TXT  - Implied - June 5, 2003
By SwampRat
(cl) 1999, 2003 Gay Furry Association 

Horny CaveBears - Loosely Based on a FarSide Drawing.

They attacked the village ignoring the females, children and older males - They wanted the choicest flesh.. And the Young men Knew it! They scattered, most taking to the few trees close by - For all the good it did. The pair of shaggy monsters grabbed with one huge arm, and held the struggling prey with the other until they had to stand on their hind legs.

"Think we have enough?" One grumbled.. The other looked at the mass of man-flesh it clutched.

"Your brother Ralph is coming over - Better get a couple extra.."

A whistle brought another bruin who took the mass of humans in it's embrace and trotted off, while the original pair went to inspect the trees.. 

"Ralph likes 'em kinda Young.."

A good shake brought men raining down like fruit, but only a few were chosen.. Another tree and another shake harvested more youths for the bruins. 

"That should be plenty. Want to leave some for next time.."

They shuffled out of the village area, ignoring the cries, wails and the occasional thrown spear.

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Twice a year this mass slaughter hit the village.. When the spring thaw came to bring renewed life to all and the fall after harvest when nights got cold. Their's was not the Only village so pilfered - Sometimes strangers would come in, barely able to walk, with scratches on their hide. At The Gathering Time, more than hides, tools and wives were swapped... Tales of bravery, fear, and close-encounters told over the bonfire would bring nods, and grunts.. But these paled to the stories told Only when the men gathered by themselves in quiet places. There were some who survived their ordeals with the bears.. They escaped their captors and none called them coward after seeing what horrendous tortures they had endured.  

But even the scratches and bites were not the Worst of what happened to them.. These things were whispered to a shaman, or a blood-brother, if spoken of at all. And Never was the feeling of Longing, of Needing to feel big paws grope them, of wishing to hear deep, grunted pants mentioned. But many times The Afflicted would disappear for weeks at a time - to return with no meat but the look of one who has been hit by a bolder - and Liked it. 

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