Visiting Miss Polar Bear
A Furside tale by Misterebony
In the northern parts of Furside city, winter came earlier and lasted longer. It was in these times that children rarely ventured outdoors. Those that did came out to go to school or to play for a little While in the snow. But there were exceptions. Polars.
Members of the Furs who came with Annubis, Polars were actually as close as Furs cane to polar bears. And like the polar bears, they were the only bear Furs Who preferred the ice and snow, many living Where it was really cold and quite full of snow most of the year. Most are very fat and furry, with warm bellies and big appetites, but unlike their other kin they often hold their prey inside for days, keeping them warm and cozy, taking a long time to digest them.
We will meet one today. Her name is Anastasia Polar Bear. And yes, she lives in the section of Furside that used to be Siberia.
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Warmed with several furs and a warm furry cap, little Ollie was Still shivering. Walking out in the snow when the storm hit, he wandered further and further from his Hume mother. Now in the cold of the storm, his clothes covered with snow and icicles, it looked really bad. Ollie began to sob thinking this was the end for him. After all, few Furs lived in this region of Furside, and even fewer Humes. It looked bad indeed.
But then he spotted a light in the storm. It was dim, and a ways away, but it was light, and the desperate Ollie went towards it. As he got closer he saw it was not a home, but a huge cave dug into the ground, light leaking out the icicle covered entrance. Mostly bears did this, as well as dragons, both due to their love of the underground. Ollie knew someone had to live here. So he took a chance. He went closer to the cave. He looked in.
He saw a long tunnel leading further down into the cave. From inside he could smell warm fresh bread. That confirmed it was likely a bear, since mostly bears love to cook, even for no reason other than to make food. Ollie walked in, without permission it must be said, and began to walk along the tunnel.
It was a long tunnel, lit dimly by a lot of lights, kept too low to make out cave details, but high enough to mark the shape of the tunnel. Air vents lined the sides every so often, with the autocleaner drones most cave houses had to keep them clear. With every step into the long tunnel the smell of baking grew ever stronger. Moreover, the chill the boy was feeling was departing from his body. He felt warmer and full of energy again. But all that changed when he saw who lived here.
For at that moment, who entered the tunnel but our own Anastasia P. Bear, in her white furry glory. The Fur was huge, standing at eight feet tall and pleasantly plump. She had a thick coat of snow white fur, over which she wore a light blue apron covered with flour. She looked at the boy in surprise. Both stared for a moment at one another. Then Anastasia spoke.
"I should have you arrested." She said matter of factly. "Walking into my home without permission when clearly someone was here. Who are you anyway? I have never seen you before."
The boy gulped nervously. By entering a Furs home he had basically said "here I am, catch me!" But he was still hopeful. Maybe she could give him directions.
"Please, I meant no harm I swear." Ollie started. "I got lost in the snow and am far from home. Can you help me?"
The bear smiled. "Were I could. But this blizzard is far too bad to travel in. You'll have to wait."
"But my mom!!!" Ollie shouted. "She..."
The bear pat him on the head. "Calm down dear. She is a smart lady I bet. I am sure she knows you are alright."
Ollie sighed and backed up a little. Polars were like other bear Furs in that they loved to eat big meals. Polars, however, did not digest their prey and reform them right away. A friend of his from school actually had to turn in a note while still in a polar saying he would be there another week or so. Ollie knew if he was eatenb y this polar he also would be inside for a long time.
"Um..... I better not.....uh.... chance it.... I got to go...." he turned to leave.... and felt a paw on his shoulder. Oh no.
"Sorry dear, but these winters are harsh. I suggest waiting it out here with me." Anastasia said, smiling gently. But Ollie knew if he did he would not Go without Bing eaten. He looked out the cave entrance....
And saw it filled in with snow. She was right. The storm was terrible. Worse.... now he was trapped. Poor Ollie began to cry as he saw there was no way out. The polar, sensing his sadness, wrapped him in a soft, squishy bear hug.
"Awwwwww, there there little boy." She said as she held him tight, letting him sob into her chest. "Its okay. When the storm ends we will go find your mom."
Ollie whimpered. "But what if she goes out in that to find me?"
The bear nodded. "I will contact my neighbors to keep an eye out. If she is in the storm they will find her." She snuggled him in, and he slowly began to feel better. "There now, there we go. All calmed down now?"
Ollie nodded, as being wrapped in the massive hug was really quite soothing to say the least. He relaxed in her arms and let her carry him into her home den, at the end of the tunnel. It wasn't much, the room dedicated to cooking and sleeping.But what there was clearly showee that Anastasia, like most bear Furs, was a lover of big meals. All the cooking tools and appliances were oversized, and the bed was soft and squishy, so that it would not break com a heavy meal.
Then Ollie saw the source of the tasty smell. On one of the massive counters were huge loaves of fresh baked bread, and no two were alike. Some were wheat, one was apple cinnamon, there was raisin and even a cheesy bread! And they all looked so good.
"Ah, I see you like my baking." Anastasia said with a grin. "I was trying an appliance I never used before and I got carried away."She pointed to a large white box shaped thing nearby. It was simply huge! Ollie was wide eyed when he saw it, especially since it was bigger than he was, and almost as big as the bear!
"What is it?" Ollie asked as he was set down, approaching the device.
"Its a bread machine." Anastasia said with a smile. "A Fur was inspired to make it after reading an old peiceof online fiction. Guess she loved the idea of making bread."
Ollie blinked. "How Does it work?" He was always curious about thingssuch as this. Though to be fair he was more concerned with the end product.
"Simple really." The Polar said. " you add the ingredients in the compartments in the top, then you turn it on. Now if I wanted to turn a boy or girl into into bread, I would slide them in the side door first. The machine then mixes them into the dough and bakes it all up."
The boy looked at the loaves there on the counter. He imagined himself as one for a second. A boy made of bread. Then he got thinking...
"Miss Polar Bear," the boy said, "could you find your way in the storm?"
The bear thought and nodded. "It would be slow but yes I could. But you would freeze before we got anywhere. Why do you ask?"
The boy spoke. "Well... as a loaf of bread... would the cold effect me?"
Anastasia ahhed some. "Let me guess. You think I can deliver a loafof boy bread to your mom?"
The boy nodded. "Then she wouldnt worry."
Anastasia nodded. "Yes I can do that. Ill be honest I planned on making you into a tasty snack, I was getting kind of hungry after all. But I can make due. Now, you'll have to remove those coats for ke while I set the machine up."
The boy did so, slowly removing all of his coats while Anastasia began to set up the machine. The bear first put flour, yeast, milk, sugar, and water, all properly measured, into the correct slots. Then she opened the side of the machine and waited for the boy to finish undresssing. When he had, he stood there in his undies, rubbing his arms and shivering.
"Awwwww, poor thing. Don't worry, you wont be cold for long. Soon you will be a tasty little warm loaf of boy bread, fit for a king." She helped the boy into the machine, Then she closed it, locked it, and hot start.
Inside, Ollie could feel something spray his body. He did not know what it was at first, until he felt the mixing elements start to mold him. He had heard of this stuff, which softens someone to make them more like dough, easy to mold and shape, but h never saw it used before. And now that he had, he had to admit he liked it. A lot. From above came the rest of the ingredients to help mold and shape him into a big loaf of bread. He moaned and passed out in the pleasant feeling of the mixing dough........
Some time later, Anastasia was wandering in the snow. Being a fat Polar she could handle it with no trouble, and was able to find her way to the home of Ollie's mother. In her hands she was clutching a big parcel, wrapped up with string and brown paper. She smiled and knocked on the door, to be answered by a young woman, who looked like she had been crying.
"Yes?" She said, wiping her nose.
"Forgive me," Anastasia began, "but are you the mother of a boy named Ollie?"
She went wide eyed. "Oh please, don't tell me he's frozen!!! My poor baby..."
"Relax girl!" Anastasia laughed, handing her the parcel. "He found his way into my lair, where I turned him into sugary nummy boy bread. Have a look!"
The woman opened the paper, and sure enough, changed from a boy to a big round loaf of bread, was Ollie, a smile on his face. The mother held the bread to her in as best a hug as she Could.
"Ollie! Your alive!!!" She screamed happily. "Don't you ever scare me again little Ollie, I missed you and thought..."
"Its OK mom!" Ollie said. "I'm fine.... though I feel funny."
"You look yummy more than funny. I guess we better start eating you." The mother set him on the table and got a bread knife.
"We?" Ollie asked, then ahhed as Anastasia wrapped a napkin around her neck.
"We." Was all she said as the first slice was cut. Ollie would be a tasty loaf of bread for the first, and hardly the last, time. And if they Did not live happily ever after, they came as close as one could in Furside.
THE END
D that.... hope you enjoyed!)
(Note: the bread machine was inspired by author MagicianXV and his tale of a sleepover. Beyone
