This was written in response to a writing prompt on Fetlife. I normally don't respond to writing prompts, as I prefer to do my own thing, but there was something about the author and the prompt that triggered my primal Daddy side and I felt compelled to respond. I liked my response so much I asked permission to share it here.
Nymphs are full of whimsy, filling their days with eating, sleeping, bathing in pools and pranking the humans that share their territory. Bears are different. Bears are the ultimate predator in their territory and sometimes nymphs need to be reminded that there is a bigger, badder prankster out there in the woods.
The ideal situation to capture a nymph is when she is trying to prank humans. Humans. They have such weak systems they need to wear clothes and frankly, their senses are terrible. I can see why nymphs choose to pick on them. They are such easy targets, often wearing clothing that stands out in the woods of our shared home. Not the bear, however. My coat, for example, is jet black, with furry tufts sticking out all over which allow me to blend into the background, whether I stalk human or nymph, although I have a much greater desire for the flesh of nymphs. Their seasoning is spectacular.
Now, sometimes I hunt nymphs just for sport. They can be the little brats of the forest, and occasionally they need to be put in their place. Such is the case with one little nymph I saw out pranking humans one day. She has the most delicate, pale skin, and her green eyes easily captivate the humans.
I watch her show the bratty side to the humans, setting pranks and vanishing from sight. Yet I don't rely on sight, rather my nose is my keenest sense. So it is that I silently stalk through the woods on my huge padded paws, trailing the scent of this particular nymph.
I catch up with her in a small glen, deep in the heart of the woods, as she giggles and laughs about her latest prank. There is the moment of anticipation, seconds really, and then the mad rush forward, the surprise registering on her face before the rough take down and capture of this little prize.
Then the long drag back home, by the heels, no less. Into the cage she goes, to await the torture at the bear's whim. How does one torture a nymph, you might ask?
The best way to punish a nymph is to repay every giggle, every laughter, every snort that the nymph has set upon the humans in her area. In this case, that can be done through tickling. Oh yes, nymphs are ticklish, my dears, and this one deliciously so. Her feet, her ribs, her breasts, and yes, even her more sensitive areas will elicit such delightful sounds. You didn't know bears can tickle? Oh, but we can.
If the tickling becomes too much, which it assuredly will, then one can work in a little pain as well. Nymphs have an affinity for spanks, and with a bear's huge paws, spanks can leave powerful red marks on that pale skin. It serves as a wonderful reminder for the nymph of their stay in the bear's cage.
For this little nymph, though, I think it is time to tickle her beyond all reason; all care, until all that is left are the orgasms powerful enough for the nymph to be reminded that even in her woods, the bear reigns supreme.
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