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Scoring a job at the local zoo was a pretty sweet deal, considering the pay and the perks and all that, but she was one benefit Jager had never thought about until he actually met her in person. Despite being the zoo's veterinary manager, River didn't bother with the interviews. The maned lioness was an exotic sight that immediately caught the husky's attention when she first stepped into the room. Even in her uniform she was somehow provocative, moving smoothly, slinking along in all her curvy glory. He was one step removed from going into a cartoonish state of awe-struck lust before she even said anything, and the decisive tone of her voice only made him more attracted to her. From the moment she was in the room, standing tall at the front while everyone gathered to hear the evening announcements before the night shift began, he knew that she was in charge. And frankly he was ready to do anything she asked him.

As for the announcements themselves, they were fairly mundane things about changes in feeding plans and health updates on the various animals they kept there. Jager held on to her every word anyway, staring straight forward, holding his pen against a blank page of his notebook as if to jot down what he was hearing, but he remained frozen in place, transfixed by her presence. It was only his second shift working there, so it probably would have been a good idea to pay closer attention to what she was actually saying, but instead he was busy looking over her striking features. A lioness with a mane like was such an unusual sight, but it only made the shapes and contours of her feline face all the more intimidating. In a good way. As someone who had only just started there, he really had no business trying to chat her up with anything other than a work question, but in that moment he found himself stricken by a sense of determination. He was just going to have to make her realize how useful a girly dog like him could be to someone like her.

As for what his plan might have been exactly, he had no idea. She never bothered to meet his eyes, even when he was gawking at her from afar, his mouth slightly agape. When he and the rest of the entry-level workers withdrew to the lockers, he lingered for a while. Hers was nearby. "River R." read the engraved nameplate. It was locked of course, but he recognized that simple padlock from his last job at the hardware store. According to that one particularly shady coworker, every lock by that brand tended to come with the same default combination, and not many people knew how or bothered to change it. He waited, letting everyone else finish their business, glaring at a pair of chatty foxes who wouldn't go away, as if he could use sheer willpower to make them leave. Once the locker room was finally empty, he pounced. He had to try it. Once he got a silly idea in his head, it would bother him all day unless he made good on it.

Turning the small dial one way, he listened closely for a click. There might have been one. He was no safecracker, but he rolled his way through the standard code, one number at a time, feeling his hands getting hot against the cool metal. Once he got to the third number, he gave the lock a firm tug, and felt his heart doing a backflip when it popped open. He didn't bother to look around to see if anyone was watching, not when he had a whole treasure trove in front of him. Her stuff was pretty standard. The zoo was strict about decorating lockers for whatever reason, so there were no stickers or posters or anything else that might have helped him understand what she was like. A backpack sat there in front of him, and he wasted no time digging into it, fumbling through a spare uniform, as well as her casual clothing. That fabric had an enticingly warm perfume clinging to it, one that only grew thicker as he dug through her belongings. Hot, a bit spicy, but altogether sweet, it matched her appearance, and only made him dig his hands deeper into her things. He shoved his hands straight into that bundle of crumpled clothing - she really wasn't worried about wrinkles, was she? - before finally withdrawing to sniff the scent off his fingers, inhaling deep with his eyes shut tight, his tail starting to wag. He wanted more. Her spare boots sat at the bottom of the locker, and he shamelessly bent down to lean his nose towards them, taking a sample of feline paw scent that seemed to stick in his senses. Even after he withdrew and stood back up, it only seemed to grow more prominent with every moment that door was open, as if it was clinging to him, wafting from him. That was when he heard her voice.

"Found something you like, pup?"

He jumped so high he could have cleared a fence. It was like she was speaking directly into his brain with how close she was, her soft lips pressed right up to one of his pointy ears. He should have heard her coming, should have sensed her somehow, but he'd let her scent send him into a state of tunnel vision. A cat like her moved so quietly she could practically rub against his back without him noticing. Not that he would have minded. No wonder her scent had been growing stronger. She was right there, standing behind him with her arms folded over her chest, wearing the sternest of feline looks when he whirled around to face her. He couldn't meet her gaze.

"Uh! I was just ... sorry I thought this was mine actually and I was making sure that ..."

"Oh yeah?" She narrowed her eyes. "You know, if I was going to root through my hot boss' belongings, I'd at least come up with a good excuse beforehand in case I got caught."

"I ..." he started, but found the words caught in his throat, silenced as if turned to stone by her intense gaze.

"Whatever you're trying to say, don't bother. I can't say I'm especially pleased. But maybe we can make something of this little incident. I think you just volunteered yourself for Brutus duty."

"B-Brutus?" He didn't know the names of every single animal yet, but he didn't like the way she said that.

"Mmhmm. We need a sample from the big boy. And he's known to be a little uncooperative. Or sometimes a little too cooperative."

She reached into the pockets of her uniform, and thrust a pair of latex medical gloves against his chest.

"Take these. You're going to need them. Unlessss you'd prefer I just fire you right now."

"No ma'am!"

He didn't have to think about that. If he lost this job so quickly after the last one, who was going to hire him then? It wasn't like it was the biggest city. Word could get out. So he just took those gloves from her and slipped them on, waiting for further details. She beckoned, and he followed, his cheeks hot from the embarrassment.

"This isn't exactly what you're getting paid for. But we'll call it some extra training, hm? Cuz make no mistake. From now on, as long as you're here, you're mine."

She emphasized that with a little snarl. He nodded a few times while she led him to her office. Walking behind her like that, he still couldn't help steal a few very quick glances at her hips or her butt, watching that tufted tail swish, but he made sure not to stare. Getting into even more trouble really didn't seem like a good idea. Firing him was one thing, but after seeing that wicked lioness glare from so close, he was pretty sure she was capable of killing someone if she so decided. And there were ... plenty of places to hide a body in a zoo. He shivered at the thought. It wasn't like there was any evidence that she had done something like that before, but standing in her raging presence, he couldn't get over the feeling that she would, if they pissed her off enough. And sniffing his way through her personal belongings meant he was one wrong move away from that. Or so he'd convinced himself.

Once they were in her office, surrounded by the chaotic disarray that was River's organizational style, he stood nervously by as she dug through drawers, scowling and grumbling. When she found what she was looking for, it wasn't with relief, but with a look of pure anger directed at the inanimate object for daring to elude her, even temporarily. She handed the lidded measuring cup over to him while she rifled around for something else. The big carrying bag was sealed, but whatever was in it looked heavy. She hefted it up over her shoulder with a grunt, briefly showing her teeth, and then whirled to face him, looking down while he shrunk before her gaze, wilting like a flower.

"So. You get the idea, right? Maybe I shouldn't assume you understand anything." She folded her arms again. "We need a sample from Brutus. That means getting down in there with him and using your hands."

She gave him a mocking wink.

"Handle him with care. He's got a temper."

Jager bit his lip, rapidly running though his recent memories, trying to retrieve one that was never really there in the first place. He'd heard that name, but he couldn't remember what animal it belonged to. It certainly sounded intimidating - but maybe that was the joke. Maybe he was actually the smallest, most harmless animal in the entire zoo. Either way, he was on jerking-off duty. At least she'd given him gloves. When he hesitated, she pointed sharply to the door.

"March!"

Off they went, walking like prisoner and guard. He felt a few people glancing his way, but nobody questioned it. Guess they'd seen it before. His ears perked, then flattened when he overheard a few snickers seemingly directed at him. They were difficult to ignore, he was going to have to if he was going to get through that punishment and keep his job. River didn't say a single thing. She moved in silence but for the clanking of whatever she was carrying. They walked on until she grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him right in front of one of the biggest cages in the entire zoo. Jager halted with a skid of his heels and turned to stare over the sleeping occupant. It couldn't be. This had to be a joke, something to freak him out. She'd jiggle the key in the lock and see how long he'd last before he cracked. His first impression of her was that she was entirely capable of murder, but surely there was no way she wanted him to get into the cage with a giant fucking grizzly bear ten times the husky's weight, right? Those paws alone were bigger than Jager's head.

"How you doing, big guy?"

River spoke with an affectionate tone, acting as if the bear understood her. Brutus raised his massive head and gave a grunt of acknowledgement. He didn't speak, but maybe he was smarter than the average zoo animal. It was a pretty good deal after all. All he had to do was lay around until he got fed. Cheaper than the average apartment, too. Jager's startled from his consideration when River smacked him roughly on the back.

"Say hi, Jager, don't be a weirdo."

"Uh. Hi Brutus."

The bear grunted at him too, and then lowered his head back down, seemingly done with the conversation until River shoved the husky towards the door, reaching around him to start fiddling with the lock. That got Brutus' attention, and so too did River's eager introduction.

"I've got a troublemaker here in need of a lesson. And I was thinking, been a while since you got to cum, hasn't it? I know it doesn't compare to a nice bear lady, but maybe this pretty boy's soft hands will help you take off some of the pressure."

Jager exclaimed in surprise when she moved for the lock, jumping back, only to collide with the cat's solid form behind him.

"Wait! Isn't he going to be sedated? You don't really expect me to go in there while he's awake do you!?"

River just shrugged behind him. "Eh. That just pisses him off, really. You'll be fine. Looks like he's in a good mood. I mean, who wouldn't be, when you've got some girly boy on jerking-you-off duty?"

This interested Brutus very much, at least judging by his slow rising. He yawned broadly, giving Jager a good look at just how far those huge jaws could stretch. The husky couldn't help but stare into those slobbery depths a moment, losing himself in the darkness until the bear just smacked his lips and stood up to display his overwhelming size. Even on all fours his head was about on level with Jager's, and his sheer girth was enough that the husky could swear he could feel gravity shifting beneath his feet just to stand near that much bear. He held on tight, making sure not to meet the giant predator's eyes, doing his best to maintain his composure as River clicked the key in the lock. Usually the cages had a double-gated entrance to make sure the animal couldn't escape while someone entered, but they hadn't bothered with Brutus' enclosure. And she wasn't bluffing. One pull, and the door swung wide open, big enough that even a bear could have fit through there. If Brutus wanted to break out right then, it would have been easy, but he just stood and waited. River gave Jager a nudge with her knee.

"Don't let me down. Show him some enthusiasm. Cradle those balls," she taunted.

He staggered forward, hesitating. One swipe would have been all it took. Hell, Brutus probably could have crushed him purely by accident. Instead, the bear just passively sat down on his haunches on the husky's approach. Jager felt himself shaking a little, taking the tiniest steps possible, making sure his posture was slumped and non-threatening. His focus was such that the slamming of the door behind him made him yelp out loud. He heard River chuckling, and then there was the sound of a zipper as she sorted through her bag. Jager didn't dare to look back at what she was doing, even when she piqued his curiosity with the click of some sort of equipment snapping together and unfolding. He had to keep his eyes on that bear, watching for any sign of hostility, as if noticing it might somehow save his life if Brutus decided to tear his limbs off on a whim. Scanning up and down, he took in the full size of the sitting bear. There was plenty to see, between those deadly jaws, that big round head, his fat gut and muscular limbs, and of course he couldn't help but notice that positively plump pair of bear nuts resting on the floor of the enclosure. They were as thick as Jager's whole fist each, resting beneath a thick sheath that was already stirring, letting some of that pink bear cock free. Its unusual shape wasn't what he expected, but it was still hefty, girthy, and only getting bigger as Jager approached.

Jager continued taking his tiny steps until he was within swiping distance. That was where he stopped, looking the bear up and down. What was he supposed to do, just kneel down and start stroking? The grizzly was giving him an imposing, expectant look. Jager met those deep brown eyes for a moment and then quickly directed his gaze away, breathing some of the enormous ursine's scent. It was actually pretty pleasant - better than a wild animal for sure. Maybe it was even slightly pleasant in that sheerly masculine way, but Jager wasn't getting any enjoyment out of this. He gritted his teeth, trying to figure out how to proceed, while the bear's dick grew to its full girth. It was bigger than the husky's own, that was for certain. He was going to need a two-fisted grip just to get enough of it for a good stroke. Just before he reached down to take hold of it and get down to business, River caught his attention from behind.

"Smile!"

He couldn't help but glance back, only to find himself somehow blushing ever harder beneath his fur when he saw the lioness hunched over a small camera mounted on a tripod. The red light probably meant she was recording. Not only was she going to make him do something embarrassing, she was going to have a video of it to show whoever she wanted. Maybe she'd sell it - or maybe it was just for personal use. Whatever the case, there was no way he could still go along with it. He turned his back to the bear for just a moment, opening his mouth to protest the treatment. All that came out of his mouth was a startled gasp when he felt a huge paw pressing hard against his shoulders, shoving him flat on his stomach while a deep, guttural growl rumbled from the bear. Brutus didn't like being ignored like that, especially when he was horny.

"Ohh, damn boy. You like this one? I don't know what you see in him, but hell, he's all yours." River cupped her hands to her mouth to call to the pinned husky. "Don't bother playing dead! He likes them squirming!"

One paw was enough to completely pin Jager down, ensuring he could wiggle and faintly kick his feet, but he wasn't going anywhere. He could barely breathe. It felt like his ribs might crack. And all the while, the bear was sniffing him, then licking the back of his head. Jager flinched hard when he felt that thick bear tongue slobbering all over his fur, but the mauling he feared didn't come. Instead, the bear directed his muzzle down to that curly tail, batting it aside with his snout before locking his teeth around the husky's belt. That leather didn't stand a chance. Brutus bit right through it without any visible exertion, snipping it in half and then latching onto Jager's pants. The husky could barely make a sound, but he gave his best yip when he felt the bear stripping him down. His bottoms were ruined, ripped apart while they got yanked off his legs, but at least he wasn't losing his skin. Or his guts.

That harsh grunting only got louder, becoming a bellow that hurt Jager's ears as the bear laid himself right over the entire husky. He found himself pinned down beneath that big brown belly, held flat while the massive beast mounted him. A smack of bear dick against his butt, and Brutus was humping him, thrusting, working like a horny feral beast but with just a little bit of expertise to those blunt, crude motions. He rubbed over Jager's rounded cheeks, smearing some hot pre over his fur, leaving a mark and a scent. Then he slid up along the bridge of the husky's taint, brushing broad bear dick against Jager's balls. All the husky could do was curl his toes and try his best to breathe, squirming beneath all that weight as the bear lazily laid into him. He didn't care if Jager was male or female. He found a hole, and started rubbing on it, impatiently loosening the husky up, leaking a steady stream of pre so thick it was soaking that tight ring until it shined.

A slobbery bear groan echoed through the zoo, along with an extended growl as the beast penetrated the helpless husky. Jager could only cry out and reach towards the lioness while he got fucked by the horny zoo animal. River didn't offer him any help. Instead, she zoomed in closer, making sure she could get a good shot of that big bear dick plunging into girly husky rump. Brutus sank in until he bottomed out, smacking those fat nuts against Jager's ass, giving what sounded like an approving grunt. He didn't even have to hold him down. His weight alone kept the husky where he was, and there was such strength in those haunches when Brutus raised himself up and smacked down again, giving Jager a solid spank with that fat bear sack, leaving his rear numb from the impact. He was getting stretched, thumped, and shaken. Every time he got slammed down on, he felt the impact trembling right down to his toes, rattling his skull, making him think he was just going to end up crushed flat beneath all that bulk as the great big bear fucked him on the floor of his cage.

"Mmm, yeah. Give me a good whimper, bear bitch. How's it feel getting pounded by that beast?"

"Unnnh ..." was all Jager could manage.

"How bout you, Brutus? That cute little ass feel good?"

The bear gave the equivalent of a shrug in a brief grunt. Though he certainly hadn't lost interest. He was only going harder, faster, bringing so much of that weight down at once, bending Jager in half, pumping that bear dick in and out beneath that curly tail. The heavy smack of balls to ass was getting wetter, the pre leaking from Jager's rear thick enough to make a pool, cascading down the canine's taint, glistening on his balls. The musk was heavy in the air as the bear worked himself up into more and more of a frenzy. He huffed, he thundered, and he even snarled in such a way that made it sound like Jager was about to lose his head. No deadly strike came. The bear just had his way with him, ramming him with those heavy balls, filling his belly with pre as he drove into that tight ass over and over, rutting out all that pent up pressure, all that ache that had plagued him since the last time someone came in to pleasure him. And for as rough as that bear was being, after Jager got over the initial shock, he couldn't deny that a fat beast cock driving in and out of him felt pretty good. His body was reacting, twitching, tightening, his sheath dropping and growing plump, forced to get at least a little hard by the pleasure of a blunt dick grinding over his prostate, no matter how rough Brutus was being with him.

"I see that boner, bitch," River taunted. "You like getting down and dirty with big bears huh?"

She snickered to herself, adjusting the focus, making sure to catch that little glimpse of pink during Brutus' backstrokes. Once it started, Jager couldn't stop it. No matter how humiliating it was, no matter how frightened he might have felt, that dick felt good. He listened to the grizzly's huffing and grunting growing more intense, blasting the area with heat, with the scent of bear sex. He balled his hands into fists, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaws up tight, trying not to think, just to feel. All that weight on him nearly crushed him, those balls bruised him. He could tell he would definitely be sore after a pounding like that one, but he didn't care, at least for those few decisive moments. Instead, he was clamping up tight, starting to contract, feeling Brutus' motions going from brutal and careless to totally unhinged. He'd awakened that bestial lust, the bear absolutely annihilating him, bending him backwards with the force of his slamming down into his tight, girly butt. The bear's pre only got thicker while his dick twitched and bulged, balls going taut. Jager's did too.

He barely felt his own orgasm with that rush of heat shooting up into his backside. The bear's bellow temporarily deafened him, leaving his ears ringing while that big beast filled him up with cum with a heavy, sloppy splish. Jager had never heard someone cumming inside him before, but he could barely think straight anymore anyway. He was spraying ropes over his belly, pinned down in his own seed until the bear's nuts were completely empty. That left him sloshing with that fat load, feeling that warmth swelling and weighing his belly down. It was enough to leave the husky groaning, numb, sore, stinging in the places where the bear's balls had been smacking against him repeatedly. He could only groan and drool a little. Brutus left his dick inside him until it was soft enough to yank back out, which he did without any warning. That left the husky sprawled and soaked, drooling bear cum from beneath his tail, his expression a dazed, shattered one as he bathed there in the bear's scent, feeling the heat raining down on him as that beast drooled on his back.

"Uh oh. I know what that hungry look means." River's tone wasn't one of worry, but rather cruel glee.

Jager only sort of heard it. He knew River was speaking words, but he was still swimming in the weird afterglow of a hands-free orgasm from an actual bear. Brutus gave his shoulder a shove, turning him over, letting him stare up at all that looming heft. There was a look in his eyes that was just a little wilder than before. Jager just stared back, hardly thinking, feeling like maybe he was partly paralyzed after that rutting, though he was probably just waiting for the circulation to come back to his legs. Either way, he wasn't squirming, even when the bear pushed his nose down against his throat, giving a deep sniff, working up to his face and finishing with a wet slurp across all of his features at once. His breath wasn't bad, puffing in his face like that. There was something flowery, even herbal to his tone. Maybe his diet wasn't quite so carnivorous as Jager assumed. Though Brutus definitely still liked meat. That was obvious when he opened those jaws up wide, giving the husky a good look at that mottled maw, and the darkness gaping there in the back, before descending, enveloping the dog's whole face at once in the drool-soaked confines of his mouth, slurping his way down Jager's head, sealing thick lips just above his shoulders. And River never stopped filming the entire time.

It wasn't until he heard the first heavy GLURK, and felt that squishy gullet clamping down on his face that Jager realized what was happening. He wasn't even being mauled, or chopped to pieces. The bear was casually, dominantly gulping him down whole. And he was already sucking in those narrow shoulders without a moment's hesitance. The husky was plenty skinny enough for the bear to fit in his throat, kneading him from all sides with that slimy tunnel, working him into the humid depths awaiting him with a shrug of his broad shoulders and a toss of his huge head. Jager stiffened at first, freezing up with sudden fear, unsure of what he was even supposed to do in a situation like that. The heat was only growing more intense, making it hard for him to think, like his thoughts themselves were overheating. Only after much scrambled consideration and inner panic did he think to actually struggle. And judging by the grunt his kicking legs provoked, Brutus liked that.

"Ahh, River! Help me!" he cried, or at least that was what it was supposed to sound like. He didn't get much actual sound out with those fleshy walls constricting him, squeezing from every side, sealing tight around his face so that there was just a little outline of his canine features bulging in the bear's throat.

She didn't so much as lift a finger to assist him. The lioness remained right where she was, adjusting the lens, making sure she got the most detailed possible shot of that gullet bulge as possible. Another heavy ULLP and Jager found himself dunking deeper into the bear's depths, getting hit by the thick, humid air. It was enough to make him want to give up, to just accept the slow slide down that slimy tunnel, to embrace the heat that sweltered all around him, clinging to his fur and skin. He panted hotly in that throat, pushing his arms out against the squeezing grip of peristalsis. Wriggling just seemed to make Brutus gulp him down all the quicker. The bear's groans echoed from within, mixed with his steady heartbeat as Jager went down, down, down. He felt teeth digging into his thighs when he squirmed, but he didn't let that stop him from desperately kicking. Maybe if he inconvenienced Brutus enough, the brute might have reconsidered eating him alive. But flail all he liked, he only succeeded in exhausting himself, dragging down on a slide of saliva, moving towards the looming gurgles that awaited him below.

His cock hadn't fully retreated back into his sheath even after release, and Brutus didn't miss that detail. Once he was fitting the husky's hips into his maw, he took the time to slip his broad tongue between Jager's thighs, playing with his balls, slurping his softened shaft, teasing him and stealing all the flavour he could get. That culminated in closing his lips around that well-fucked canine booty, clamping down and giving a good suck to the upper half of Jager's body. Even tucked down that gullet, he could hear the squelching and slurping as all that drool came pouring down on his face. Brutus gave an approving grunt as he got one last good taste of his meal, but after that, it was a matter of tossing his head again. Jager's paws went sailing through the air, his legs whipped by the forceful movement. All that was left of him was a pair of tense legs, slipping past the bear's lips. He curled his toes towards his pads, only to find himself wriggling frantically when Brutus slurped over his paws, tickling him with a few more licks before it was time to finish him off. This one was the biggest gulp of all.

A deep, wet GULP overwhelmed Jager's senses as the bear swallowed down the rest of him. He felt himself going down so quickly it felt like he was free-falling, helped along by those kneading muscles working over every inch of his body. There wasn't a single detail left unsoaked, bathed in saliva, and then soon in the juices of the bear's stomach. His muzzle pushed inside that dark chamber, and shortly after he splattered to the bottom, splashing in the lingering fluids waiting for him there. The heat was so intense and the air so thick that his sense of smell went numb instantly, leaving him gasping and puffing, trying not to pass out in that increasingly hostile chamber. It was already rumbling, gurgling up some tingly juices, pouring down all over Jager's half-naked body, seeping through his clothing. The only part of them still protected was his hands, wrapped up in those gloves as ever.

Somewhere in the distance, he could faintly hear River's voice, though he couldn't make out what she was saying. She gave a satisfied nod and called over to Brutus.

"How's he feel in there, big boy?"

The bear's response was to churn up more and more belly activity, letting the rising fluids bubble and splash all around Jager's immersed form until that rumble came to a peak, rushing upwards with a blast of hot air that erupted from his lips with a hearty sound.

URRRRRALLP

The lioness chuckled at that.

"Yeah, I thought so. Kinda figured it'd end up going this way. You never can help yourself around a cute boy, can you? I might even say you have a type."

Brutus gave a noncommital groan, and just got back to reclining as before. His gut sagged slightly with the weight of the husky alive inside him, but Jager was barely a bulge beneath all that fat and weight. Even when he pressed his paws out on the walls around him, there was only a small indent of his palms visible from the outside. He kicked, he fought, but nothing he did could slow the digestive process dunking him beneath hot acids, tingling all over his body, eating through his clothing and his fur. It didn't hurt, not yet, but it itched in places as it irritated his exposed skin. He was already less and less recognizable, churning away moment by moment, kneaded by the compressing belly walls as the bear lazed and let that automatic process carry on without any sort of effort on his part. He didn't even have to think about digesting Jager. It just happened naturally when he had food in his belly.

River made sure the camera could see everything, but she was done watching. She stepped away without another glance back to the bear while he digested that new employee. There wasn't going to be much to see for a few hours. And she didn't have to be around for that part, even if some of the buyers online went nuts for that kind of thing. Brutus took a nap while he worked on the melting husky. Jager simmered in those juices, softening, churning, disintegrating as the strong stomach acids liquefied him alive. Maybe it ought to have hurt while he got his body broken down, but he instead found his body shutting down, going numb, blocking out what was really happening as his grip on consciousness loosened by the minute. There was just enough air in there to sustain him to his final twitching moments, before he slumped down in the soup and mingled with his own melted meat, passing out and ceasing to move at all deep down beneath the layers of fat and muscles already packed onto the grizzly's gut. Brutus didn't give any further comment on the finality of it other than another humid belch in his sleep.

It was getting bright out by the time the bear awoke, though it was too early for any visitors. That meant there was plenty of lighting to capture the next few minutes. Brutus grumbled his way awake, smacking his lips and licking over them. He could still taste a little of that husky boy. Better than the usual meat they tossed him, at least. The grizzly had spent the evening churning that pretty thing through his intestines, absorbing him into a mostly-imperceptible layer of bear fat, and there was only one thing left to do to complete the process of making a meal out of him. The camera rolled on as that lumbering beast got to all fours, paced his cage a few times, and then found a spot in the corner to squat down and begin shitting out all that was left of Jager right there on the floor of his enclosure.

He wasn't the first person Brutus had devoured. That omnivorous brute's body had no trouble digesting him. He'd claimed almost everything. Meat and bones alike were part of the bear now. There was hardly any trace of what the husky had been before the bear ate him, but for some traces of clumped, ruined fur embedded in the mess piling up below. A thick, steaming mound grew taller and taller as Brutus dumped at least a dozen pounds of former Jager right there for the camera to see. The only sure sign that the ruined mess had once been that pretty dog was the pair of dirtied latex gloves stuck deeply in a stubborn log. The bear grunted at the last pieces, pushing them out with a little more force, and then he was done. Jager was nothing more than a pile of grizzly shit for some other unfortunate new hire to clean up, and River was going to be very pleased to come back and find some valuable footage all recorded and ready to put up for auction on the right shady website. And as for Brutus, he stomped back to another corner of the cage, ready to curl up and laze about, slightly fatter than before. He was ready to ignore the annoying visitors as usual and await the next meal they threw him, whether plant, fruit, or living, squirming meat. If he could eat it, he would, without a second thought.