Isabelle sighed out as she sat on her beach towel, laying flat on her back with her fur flowing in the breeze. She reclined underneath a large umbrella that blocks the sun from her. She wears a black bikini that goes well with her short light yellow hair. Her breasts are a gentle slope, and the rest of her body is lithe and skinny. She’s taken a nice break from the village for a while so she can unwind from her mundane work as a secretary. She chose the most secluded village in town for this very day to herself.

However, she frowned as she heard footsteps in the sand, and heavy ones at that. This beach was supposed to be empty. Still, Isabelle was too sweet and kind to get angry. There was no point to relaxing if she didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with after all. 

She looks up and waves hello at the new visitor, a stacked and tall beargirl coming her way. Her fur was a dark brown, with bright green eyes looking coldly and unimpressed with Isabelle. She wore a tight red one piece, seemingly out of latex. She looked quite like a lifeguard given her outfit as well as how strong she visibly was. The new girl doesn’t seem to respond at all, only stopping once she was right over her. Isabelle was quite confused and had never seen anything like this before. 

“Hello?” As soon as the words left Isabelle’s mouth, a loud gasp came out as unrelenting pain rocketed out from her stomach. She looks down to see that the bear had planted her bare foot directly into Isabelle’s exposed stomach and hard. Already a nasty round bruise formed at the site of impact. Isabelle begins to tear up from the pain and curls up into the fetal position. The bear hawks back and spits on her cheek and begins to speak, a deceptively sweet voice if only a little low.

“Pathetic. I had a feeling you’d sit down and take this, especially once I heard you were the Mayor’s bitch.” She reaches down and pulls Isabelle up, pushing her against the umbrella. “Let’s see how far that submissiveness goes.” Before Isabelle can respond, a nasty left hook slams against her cheek. She falls down into the sand and groans out in pain. “Please stop doing this...why?” Her words are stopped with a sudden embrace around the waist as she is lifted up to look the assailant in the eye. 

The girl looks at Isabelle’s fearful, blushed face with disinterest as she begins to squeeze her hard. Isabelle gasps and gags as she feels her rib cage bend, crushing her lungs and making breathing impossible. Loud cracking sounds come out as serval ribs snap beneath the pressure as well as desperate whines from Isabelle’s open drooling mouth. The bear continues to crush her, then throws her to the ground. “Hmm. You’re quite a soft girl. You might make a good punching bag once you give up and die.”

She slams Isabelle down to her knees and crouch’s down to get level with her. She wraps her large hands around her neck and begins to slowly squeeze. Isabelle’s legs shuffled against the sandy ground and she coughs hard as her air is cut off. She slowly begins to change colors as she feels the soft but strong hands of the bear crush her throat. Tears stream down her face from the burning feeling in her lungs, already bruised from the crushing embrace she had just faced. She’s barely able to gag out, voice full of fear and hurt, “Please...don’t do this to me.”

The bear girl smiles at her and slowly shakes her head. She removes her hands from Isabelle’s throat and slaps her hard, with a wide open palm. “Sorry darling, but you don’t seem to be willing to stop me. Then again, you don’t have a chance.” She turns Isabelle around and wraps her muscular, thick arm in front of Isabelle’s soft throat. She pulls back hard as she wraps her legs around Isabelle’s waist. Isabelle’s eyes widen and she attempts to thrash around, breasts swaying gently as she does. Both of the girls are covered with sweat as they mess around, both with sand sticking to them. The bear girl groans and grunts as she increases the pressure. She feels muscles shift inside Isabelle, vain attempts to break free or hold in her breath.

Isabelle’s chest heaves as her oxygen starved lungs struggle for the smallest amount of oxygen. Her eyes are bloodshot with stress and fear, and her arms uselessly slap at the bear’s arms. Her tongue sticks out as her face goes past red and straight into a deep blush that covers her face and throat. She can feel bruises from underneath the sleeper hold that match the ones on her stomach. A thin shriek comes out, “Please! Leave me alone!” 

The bear girl straddles her back instead of following directions. Her weight is immense, ass large and solid as a rock. She was easily the strongest person Isabelle had ever seen and it terrified her that she was being killed by her. Her short tail wagged heavily, gasping to regain her breath, but it seemed her lungs were dented and couldn’t even inflate all the way. 

The bear slowly slides up Isabelle’s back, creeping slowly and sensually. From above Isabelle’s neck looks so small and slender, beautiful in every way. The bear’s legs slowly wraps underneath Isabelle’s chin, that lovely neck right between the two pillar like muscles. She softly begins squeezing and barely inputs any pressure. 

However, she’s so strong even this light flexing completely shuts off Isabelle’s airflow yet again. Her arms beat furiously in the sand, but she is too exhausted to fight back even if she was willing. Her gasps and screams have turned to pathetic rasps and hiccups. The bear bends down and whispers softly into her ear. “You’re so cute. I’m glad I picked such a submissive girl like you to be my pleasure today.”

Isabelle can’t speak and only cries silently, tears darkening the sand. She has no idea why this strong, yet amazing girl was hurting her like this. She goes almost fully limp underneath her and sinks her head down in the sand. The bear slowly and softly strokes her soft, fuzzy cheeks and suddenly grips them with both hands. “Goodnight, Izzy.”

With a horrible, awful popping and sounds like crunching paper, Isabelle’s head effortlessly turns completely around. She can look at her own shoulders, but more importantly the face of her attacker. The sun is behind her head, and to Isabelle she looks like a goddess. She briefly sighs, and her eyes go glassy and empty. Her heart stops and she is soon dead. Her limbs and tail twitch behind the bear’s large ass as her body gets used to being dead. 

The bear strokes her head one more time and stands up, effortlessly picking Isabelle up by one arm. She throws her down onto a sand dune and wraps her hands around her neck once more. With an even louder, wetter crackle she sets Isabelle’s limp neck back into place. Like setting a broken arm back into place, Isabelle looks good as new. Her face is relaxed, eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, and tongue poked out of her lips. She looks adorable and the sight even tugs on the bear’s heartstrings. 

She laughs and throws Isabelle’s corpse over her shoulder. “Let me take you back to my place. You’ll make such a beautiful decoration, a punching bag, hell, I wouldn’t mind snuggling with you either.” She smiles at Isabelle’s limp head staring at her own, and slowly walks back home with her new trophy in tow.