…The starting point of the Fir Lodge Trail was a typical touristy building: a log cabin with gift shop and café, with a small office at the rear. The place was locked, so I hauled my bag around the back and banged on the rear door. Eventually it opened and I was met by a bearded man wearing a grubby t-shirt and uniform pants.
“Er, hi. I’m Dara. I’m here to mind the cabin.”
Recognition dawned on his face, and was followed by an expression that I didn’t quite like the look of. I saw him looking me up and down and I flushed.
“Yeah, you’ll do. He’ll like you. Wait there.”
The door closed again. What did he mean, he’ll like me? Who will like me?
After a few minutes, the door opened again and the man emerged, buttoning up his uniform.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the cabin.”
“What did you mean, when you said ‘he’ll like me’?” I asked, hurrying to keep up with him.
“Did I say that? Just an expression,” he said, striding ahead.
We walked for what seemed like hours, following the hiking trail up the mountain, winding through dense fir forests and the occasional meadow of wild grass. At first the surroundings were uplifting, and I savoured the smell of the leaves and the forest, but after a while my calves began to ache and I began to weary of trudging after him. The further we walked, the colder the air became, and the more I began to feel unsettled, as though we were not alone, as though something in the trees was watching us.
The cabin stood in a little clearing, at the crest of a slope. In the distance loomed the shapes of bigger mountains, all shrouded darkly in trees. I stood for a moment, looking back down the trail, breathing in the fresh mountain air, until my moment was spoiled by the looming shadow of Martin, who was impatient to be on his way.
He showed me around. It wasn’t much, in terms of luxury, but compared to my apartment, it was a palace. There was a pretty bedroom with a grand double bed, a kitchen, bathroom, and a living room. Martin ran through how everything worked, explained that I could order groceries and he would have them brought up to the cabin every two weeks, and told me to lock the door and stay inside if I heard a bear.
“Do you get many bears?” I asked, nervously.
“Not many,” he said. “They don’t like to hang around in this area.”
“Why?” I asked.
He smiled, but didn’t answer. I had more questions, but Martin seemed keen to go, and soon I was standing alone at the door of the cabin, completely isolated in the wilderness, wondering if I was doing the right thing.
It was already after lunch, so I fixed myself something to eat, tidied the cabin, made the bed and then wandered out onto the front porch. I breathed deeply. It felt wonderful. The tranquillity washed over me. I was completely alone. I could do anything I wanted. I could walk around naked if I wanted to, I thought. So I did.
It felt so good to strip out of my clothes and stand there alone, free. I wandered to the front door of the cabin and peered outside. I knew that there was no-one around, but instinctively I was reluctant. At the back of my mind, in my wilder moments, I had envisaged walking around naked, bathing in a mountain stream, but when it came to it, I wasn’t quite ready. Besides, I told myself, it was a little cold.
So I wrapped a sheet around myself and wandered into the bedroom. The bed looked so inviting. I lay down and as I lay there in the silence, I lazily ran one hand over my body, feeling my right breast. Instantly my nipple began to harden, but I was more tired than I had realised because soon I fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of an unearthly roaring. I jerked upright on the bed, immediately feeling cold. It was dark. Outside there was another roar, and a deep, ominous grunt.
I ran out of the bedroom to lock the door but as I reached the living room, the main door of the cabin was flung open and the doorframe was filled with something large and dark. I froze, terrified to move, as the bear moved inside, treading heavily and bending low to pass under the doorway. With horror, I realised that the bear was walking on its back legs, and then, as it stood inside the room, it dawned on me that this was no bear.
It stood at least eight foot tall, maybe more and was covered in matted dark hair, much longer than a bear’s, and tangled up with twigs and leaves. It had heavy paws that appeared to end in black claws, but although it was dim and gloomy in that room, I could tell that the creature’s face was not at all bear-like. It didn’t have a long nose, but instead was flat-featured, with a nearly human face, though its nose and eyes were grotesquely proportioned and its mouth seemed to bulge.
Rooted to the spot, I wondered if it had seen me, and if I could escape. It seemed to be sniffing the air, as though it relied on its smell rather than its sight. I took a half step backwards, but the floorboards betrayed me and the creature turned to look in my direction. As it looked, its mouth opened slightly and betrayed gleaming white teeth that glinted in the moonlight. I wanted to scream, but I was too frightened to make a sound.
The creature shuffled closer. It seemed uncertain and was huffing and grunting a little as it stepped across the bare wooden floor of the cabin, drawing closer and closer. I tried not to breathe, not to make a sound. I’d heard that was the only possible way to survive a bear attack, although this creature was no bear, but what else could I do? I couldn’t run, all I could do was close my eyes and hope for the best.
It drew closer until I could smell its dank fur, its animal dampness, until I could practically feel its steaming breath on the top of my head. It towered above me. Even in the dark, I could sense its shadow.
In that moment, when I was so quiet I could hear my own breathing, I felt a roughness on my arm and then felt something close around my bare skin and instinctively I screamed, at the top of my voice, then I screamed again, making my throat raw. The creature relaxed its grip and seemed to shuffle back a few steps. I stood, trembling, uncertain what was happening. The creature had tilted its head, as though it was studying me, watching.
As I stood there, I realised that although I was practically naked in the middle of nowhere, completely defenceless against this powerful creature, I was not afraid. The fear was washing out of me. I looked at the creature, standing uncertainly nearby, snuffling and grunting, as though trying to communicate something.
Without quite knowing why, I stretched out my arm, which looked pale in the moonlight flooding through the window. It hesitated, and then, reached out towards me and suddenly grabbed me by the arm. This time, though, I began to breathe more heavily, I calmed my nerves and let it pull me towards it. It leaned in and began to inspect me, snuffling its nose against the top of my head, pressing down on me, but not too heavily that it hurt. At the same time, I felt it rubbing its paws over my shoulders and my neck and then I gasped as my blanket slipped from my body to the floor and I stood naked, helpless in the grasp of this strange, powerful, but gentle creature.
I felt its paws slide down over my chest, catching roughly on my left nipple, at which I breathed in sharply. It seemed to react, lightening its touch. I tentatively held onto one furry arm as it slid its paw down my body, crossing my stomach, and then, with a start I felt it slip between my legs, roughly pawing at my pussy. I gasped but clung onto the arm, and held it there. I didn’t want the creature to stop…