Perverts 'R' Us

Dreams of Asbjorn

By Danyealle ( F/Mythical Beast )

As usual, her stomach was clenched in tight knots as the heavy, cast iron gate clanged shut behind her. Yes, she still loved her job, more than anything else she had ever done, but now there was an apprehension when she came to work. Why? Well, she didn't know but it hadn't started until she had moved up the ladder to become assistant keeper in the carnivore section at the zoo. No, it wasn't that it was more stressful or dangerous, that wasn't it at all. All her life she had been brought up to respect all living creatures, from the harmless to the dangerous, and be wary of them and what they could do, so the danger of working next to some of the most powerful of the super predators to currently walk the face of the earth wasn't a problem, the problem was the odd dreams and feelings she had been getting since starting in this section.

Before transferring she had worked in what was called the 'valley', the part of the zoological park dedicated to a more natural habitat for some of the small to medium creatures such as monkeys, wolves, beavers, etc. She had risen in ranks to the second highest ranking 'keeper' there. When the man in charge of the carnivores, the big animals such as bears, tigers, lions, etc, was going to retire they were going to need a second in command. Because of her educational background and way with the animals she was asked to take the position, something she did with great relish and pleasure.

From the time she started at the park there had been some odd lore and superstition about the positions in the carnivore part. It seemed that many people had strange dreams about one of the bears there, Beowulf, and didn't like the way he 'felt'. Some would talk about they way he watched them when they walked by his enclosure, almost as though he was human and was trying to find a way to 'get to them'. Many people, it seemed, transferred out of the carnivore section because of those very things.

The first day she was there, as she walked by Beowulf's' cage, she felt it too. It was as if he was calling to her in some way, wanting something from her. That night her dreams were dominated by the bear as well, talking to her in a human voice, asking for help. Unlike the others, it didn't worry or bother her, but was intriguing. The daughter of a Hopi medicine woman, Una saw things such as these as signs rather than something weird or scary. Curiosity aroused, she set to work finding out what she could.

As part of doing her job and familiarizing herself with the animals she would be seeing to, she started doing a run-through of their history. Beowulf had come to them injured, no longer able to live in the wild alone. It seemed the gigantic Kodiak bear had been caught in a trap and almost near death when found. At over 12 foot tall and 2000 lbs, the massive bear wasn't something that the wildlife agents wanted to destroy, he was one of the biggest ever found, so they transported him here for treatment. Once it was found he would have permanent problems it was decided he would be a resident for life.

As time when on, and she became more accustomed to her job, se found herself drawn to him more and more. As with most keepers, she knew not to get too close, that he was a wild animal and his instinct would take over, but she felt something like a kinship to the giant bear. One night, after a ceremony with her mother's people, the dreams of him asking for help grew more vivid. The giant beast was almost begging her to come and talk to him, that he needed her help to leave. She understood that there was something wrong, and he may to be what he appeared. After meditating and asking for guidance, she felt that pull to him become stronger.

Several weeks later one of the strongest blizzards ever to hit the area rolled in, blanketing the area with several feet of snow and gale force winds. When she showed up for work she found herself to be one of the few that had been able to make it in. As it turned out, from the minute she got there, chaos reigned. Maintenance workers had to be brought in on snowplows because so many of the enclosures where damaged and those working spent hours trying to track down animals who had escaped. By the time she was finally able to get to the carnivore house, it was much later than normal, the animals were restless, and wanting fed.

Quickly as she could, taking care to follow all precautions, she fed them, saving the massive Beowulf for last. As she lifted the gate from the yard, he charged into the warm, man-made den, shaking the snow out of his fur. Sitting down, he watched her cautiously as she went through the motions of sliding his food into the den. Walking over when she withdrew, he snuffled the food then sat and looked at her, eyes locking with hers. Suddenly, her head filled with his voice, "Una Kachina, woman who remembers the sacred spirit dancer, I ask of the wise medicine woman's daughter to help me. My brother has come and I am well enough to leave now. Let me go, oh wise Hopi daughter, to return to my kind. Come with me and join us."

Stunned, taking a step back from the cage, her eyes widened and hands flew to her mouth. No one knew the meaning of her name, just that it was a Native American dialect. Looking at the bear she then glanced out the den opening and saw a black bear equal in size to Beowulf. Looking back at the massive Kodiak she whispered, "Kachinas…" softly and with reverence.

Once again his deep, melodious voice filled her head, No, not a spirit or skinwalker, a shapeshifter from a tribe of them as old as the nations that once controlled this side of the world. I wish to rejoin my clan. Let me loose and join me, Una."

Stepping forward, she put her hand through the bars and touched the head of the massive bear and looked into its eyes. It seemed their sprits met and she understood he wasn't being deceitful. Tightening her faux-fur jacket around her, she stepped back out into the snow gale and yanked on the part of the cast-iron fencing that had the hinges and lock on them, the gate that would open for vehicles to go in. In the frigid and bitter cold, the hinges gave way enough that Beowulf's weight against it finally broke it down. Stepping through the gate, the giant bear shook off and looked around, sniffing. Shuffling over through the drifting snow, the black bear came over to them. 'Talking' in bear language, the came to some understanding, and then Beowulf looked at her, "Go get some of the lined work suits I've seen maintenance wear and dump your jacket in the snow. "

Nodding, she went back inside and slipped into the coveralls kept in a storage closet. While it was miles too big for her, it was lined and warm with a pair of heavy duty gloves in the pocket. Slipping them on, she walked back outside, holding her jacket. Beowulf took it in his mouth and shook it around; tearing it here and there then tossed it over his shoulder into the enclosure. Standing on all fours, he nodded his massive head, "Get on my back, we'll go."

Without hesitation, she was on his back, hunkered down in his fur and bulk, hanging on. In a flash, the two bears were off on a fast run. First, they stopped at her place, allowing her to fill two duffle bags with things she couldn't live without. Careful, so as not let anyone see her, she quickly gathered things she needed then slipped back outside and over to the park across the way where the bears were waiting for her. Each took one of the old army duffle bag then she climbed back onto Beowulf's back and they were off.

Traveling north, they crossed into Canada that night, the wind and snow not bothering either of the bears as all. Finally, as the sun was setting they found an old cave and settled in for the night. Once inside, for the first time, Beowulf shifted to human form. He was tall, well over seven feet, muscular with long, shaggy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. After he and the other 'bear', who's name was Thornburn, slipped into clothes to keep off the chill, he slid over by her and took her hand, smiling. "I'm Asbjorn by the way, not Beowulf. Thank you, Una."

Smiling, she brushed a lock of her coal-black, long, straight hair over her ears. "You are welcome."

"I tried for so long to get someone to help but no one could 'hear' me like you. We didn't want to break me out and cause a panic, but it was coming to that. I just wanted to go home to my people is all but something, somewhere, was eventually going to give me away as a shape-shifter. We couldn't risk that."

It took them days to finally reach a small town, hidden deep in the forests well above the Artic circle. Once within its confines there was a party-like atmosphere at Asbjorn's return. She was installed in his warm and cozy house, a place of honor. He was, it turned out, the clan chiefs son in a tribe of werebears whose history stretched back to the time of the first person to step foot in the Americas.

Her second night in his house was their first night in bed together. After the lights had been turned out, he let himself into her room and slid in bed with her as she was reading a book his father had given her about their history. Marking her place, she put the book aside and smiled at him.

Sliding an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close, smiling into her deep, brown eyes. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly, one hand cupping the back of her head.

Within a few minutes, both their sets of clothes were in a pile on the floor. Straddling his hips, she lowered her pussy down onto his cock, sinking all eight inches of it deep inside her with a loud groan. Leaning over, her waist length black hair spilling over her shoulders and covering her tea-cup sized breasts like a black veil; she put her hands on his broad, muscular chest and began to move up and down on him.

Groaning as her silken walls closed around his throbbing cock, he thrust his hips upwards a bit to meet her downward strokes. Sliding a hand between her legs, his fingers combed through the sparse thicket of hair around her pussy and found her clit. Rubbing it softly with a practiced ease that could only come from experience, she was moaning and shaking within minutes.

Digging her nails into the sparse hair covering his chest, she shook violently, rolling her hips as she slid up and down on his throbbing cock. Leaning down, she locked her lips on his and let her tongue slide into his mouth.

Wrapping his other arm around her thin waist, he bent his knees and planted his feet flat on the bed. Holding her tightly, he began thrusting harder up into her, his finger never leaving her clit.

Moaning loudly, she slammed down on him, her whole, lean, 5'6", 120lb frame shaking and bathed in sweat.

Grunting and growling into her mouth, he jack hammered his cock into her until he felt her pussy spasming around it as her orgasm rocked her then let loose with his own load, bathing her walls with it.

In the spring they were married. While she made sure he knew he wasn't obligated to do so, he had fallen in love with the dark-skinned Hopi maiden.

In the future there would be legends among the werebears of the Indian maiden and the bear she rescued from the zoo as well as their long reign ruling the clan. Known for their wisdom and love the bear and the maiden were legends long after they were gone, a legend told to the young about what love and understanding can do.