A cold day in December
It was an icy cold winter day in December. I mean fuck, it was one of those really cold days. The whole world looked like an iceberg and the snow from above never seemed to stop.
My friends and I decided to push our limits, we knew it was going to be too cold and it was going to be snowing minivans for a while (at least according to the sexy weather girl on channel 8). Despite all this we decided to go on a ski trip, just for the hell of it of course, it's not like any of us were any good at skiing. In fact this was going to be the third time I had ever skied. Donald and Matt were just as bad as me anyways, so we'd all have a good time just laughing at how bad all of us were.
Matt (being the god damn impatient lion that he was) was the first to step out of the car. It only took about 45 minutes to get here, but he was already so jumpy. At the very least he was prepared for the intense storm that was already in progress. I almost couldn't recognize him; his mane was completely lost in his wardrobe. He was completely bundled up under layers and layers of jackets, and some orange-ish red ski goggles to top it all off. He would never actually put the goggles over his eyes until we actually started skiing; he just kept them on top of his head. He's the kind of guy I can read like a book; I know he thinks those goggles make him look sexy. He probably only agreed to go on this ski trip just so he could wear those god damn goggles.
Now that I think about it; he is kind of sexy. He's muscular, in good shape. He's also bulky and tall. He was a crazy good defender back in High School and he was still managing to keep that up even on his college team. He had a pretty good face for someone who constantly bashed his skull into other people. As you probably guessed he's really strong to boot and he looks for practically any excuse he can to show that off.
Donald being slightly more patient but still just as crazy was the second one to leave the bucket of bolts I called my car. I don't mean to be rude but why the hell does a fucking otter want to go skiing anyways? The dude's the best swimmer I've ever seen. He's captain of the swim team at his college. It's only his third year there. I don't even want to know how he made time for this ski trip. He seems to have such a crazy party life and he still keeps his grades intact; I don't know how he does it.
Donald is lean and muscular as hell. He wasn't like some of those guys that just have muscle under huge layers of fat. If he didn't work out he'd practically be skin and bones. He was the shortest out of all of us (me being in the middle and Matt being slightly taller than I was).
All of us were ready to run in and hit the slopes like the crazy SOBs that we were. We saw how intense the storm was but we didn't care. We were here for the weekend and god dammit we were going to have some fun. We spent so much time together in High School. We were all at different colleges so it seemed like we never got the chance to hang out anymore.
"Come on let's go hit the slopes" Matt said rocking back and forth with eagerness
"I have to pee sooooo bad right now" I said honestly. I really should have done my business before we left but heck I was eager to get on the slopes too. "I'll catch up with you guys in a sec"
"It's your loss Scott" Donald said slyly "looks like we're going to get the chance to break every bone in our body before you do."
I was practically immune to his overly sarcastic comments by now so I just responded "Yeah I'll be right there, don't do anything too crazy without me".
So I ran off to the bathroom. It was pretty easy to find, I'd been to this resort a couple of times before and I had a good idea where everything was. This place had kind of a too old for its own good sort of thing going on, but on the inside everything looked new and shiny. Practically everything was made of wood. I don't know what the deal is with that. Maybe they wanted it to be a cozy log cabin type thing. It's a little chessy if you ask me.
The bathrooms there were nice, really nice. Actual bathroom tiles, porcelain, nice contrast to the all wood outside. I can only imagine how good those cold tiles would feel on a hot summer's day.
After I finished my business, I took a moment to examine the sexy young fox that reflected itself in the mirror. We winked at each other in unison. I decided to take off the oversized black bubble jacket and take another good look at myself. I only had a white long sleeved shirt underneath (probably should have prepared more for this storm in retrospect). I took great pride in the way that I looked. I wasn't an exercise nut or anything, I just made sure I didn't eat too much of the wrong kind of food and I hit the gym every now and then. Regardless, I flexed as if I had been a professional body builder.
My brown eyes looked a little funny in these lights; they appeared just a little too golden for my liking. My creamy orange muzzle seemed fine. I enjoyed being a red fox; it always made me feel like I had a leg up against most people in the looks department. I inspected myself for a little while longer, and then ran off to join my friends for some crazy skiing adventures.
I was stopped by some old tigress; she started talking in that typical old lady voice "Don't tell me you're going out in this harsh weather deary"
"Sorry Grandma, but I'm getting ready for some fun with my friends"
She didn't seem to like the Grandma comment too much but she continued either way "I hear there's a spirit living in those woods; be careful to not travel too far off or you could get yourself into some trouble"
I rolled my eyes and then covered them with ski goggles "Yeah, okay whatever" I said quickly walking past her. She tried to mumble some other nonsense but I ignored her, the only thing I could think about was the crazy good time I was about to have with my friends.
I stepped outside fully clothed and ready to face the cold. I had my blue ski goggles, my black bubble jacket, along with white ski pants. I was ready for this thing.
For some reason mother nature was working in my favor for the moment. The snow subsided for a while and I easily caught up to Matt and Donald. They were both a little ways away from the resort when I finally caught up to them.
There was practically no acknowledgement that I caught up to them. We had been friends for so long we didn't care about being polite or anything, it was like I was already there with them that whole time.
"Hey guys, we to have to check out this cool ski slope that I found out about a little while back" The bulky lion said, as eager as ever.
"When in the world did you find out about that? We've only been here like 3 times". I said with skepticism.
"I overheard some wolves talking about it last time we were here and if I remember right it should be just a little ways to the right of here." Matt shot back, moments after my comment.
"Hold on guys, we don't know exactly how long this snow is gonna stop" Donald said, showing a great deal more of responsibility than either of us had. He then looked up at the sky through his greenish blue ski goggles "It looks like it could start up any minute."
"Stop being such a pussy, let's just go, I mean you only live once right?" Matt responded. He was speaking in a friendly buddy-buddy tone. He gave Donald a couple nudges to his shoulder.
"Fine" Donald sighed "but we go down the slope together and keep track of each other"
"Whoo hooo!" Matt roared, pumping his arms in the air "let's get to it then"
All I could do was smirk. Matt had always used that kind of insult routine on Donald to get his way and most of the time it actually worked. You'd think after all this time he'd stop falling for that, but I guess most of the time Donald actually wanted to do most of the things that Matt suggested, he just wanted to be more responsible about it.
We wandered for god knows how long until Matt stopped cold in his tracks. "This is it!" he screamed "This has to be the place. I mean look how steep this mother fucker is!"
A huge, steep, white slope stood in front of us. It seemed to be endless. I was starting to feel a bit more excitement upon seeing such a crazy challenge.
"Let's get to it guys!" Matt screamed, his voice filled with anticipation. And so we did. We all knew this slope would be impossible for us to go down without completely maiming ourselves but that was part of the fun.
As expected we all wiped out hard on this slope, it was way too steep and way too treacherous. Matt was the first to fall all over his sorry ass. Donald and I were laughing uncontrollably. The dude probably was able to stay on his toes for about five seconds. He landed on his side and skid against the soft cushioning snow. He had too much speed already though, he was gonna be skidding the whole way down.
I was able to stay up for about five seconds longer than that oaf of a lion. I lost grip on one of my ski poles and I started to wipe out. I tried to fall on my ass and I was able to, thank god, but this god damn mountain was to steep; I was still going down.
I saw that Donald was going to come zipping past me (probably to say some smart ass remark) and in a fit of jealousy and douchebaggery I used my other ski pole to trip him as he was skiing past me.
"Oh. tsk What a prick" The otter humorously responded before he completely lost balance and landed face first into a big pile of snow.
We were all skidding down this slope laughing uncontrollably. It was like we'd all been drunk off of our asses. I put my gloved paw against the snow as I was coming down and tried to make snowballs out of it. It threw them unrelentingly at Matt and Donald.
"Hey, stop that, I already have snow in enough odd places as is" Donald jokingly said.
This moment seemed to last forever, skidding down the slopes uncomfortable as hell with my best buds. Life was pretty sweet.
We finally reached the end of that cold slippery slide and one thing went through all of our minds. AGAIN AGAIN like those stupid little kids that ride amusement park rides for the first time.
We just had to figure a way to get back up.
"Look all we have to do is go around the right, it'll probably take a while, but we should be back on top within a couple of minutes." Donald said, being that logical as fuck bastard that he is.
I saw a much steeper, treacherous path to the left; I could probably make it back to the top of that hill in half the time.
"Sorry dudes, but I'm going to beat you bastards to the top." I yelled. Donald very clearly saw what I had in mind, and before I even started walking to it he interrupted me.
"Scott." Donald pleaded. "We need to stay together, there's no telling when this storm is gonna come back. Look at all that snow near the top of the mountain. It seems unstable. That whole hill looks pretty damn steep too. We could probably start a hell of an avalanche if we're not careful. Just be reasonable"
"Dammit Donald, don't be such a pussy." I said, as we were locked in a death stare. "It doesn't look like it's gonna start up any time soon." I looked away and started angrily walking towards the "dangerous path" and I ignored everything else beyond that point. I'm sure Donald had a couple more remarks and Matt probably said a few things too, but I didn't care.
I walked up the first part of the hill with relative ease. Surprisingly, Matt and Donald were right behind me.
"You're being really stupid Scott, not funny, just stupid" Donald said
His comments were starting to annoy me, so I turned back at him "Jesus Donald will you stop already, look we're like half way there already"
"That's not the point; you need to start taking better care of yourself. We're not fucking Highschoolers anymore." Donald said, he was starting to raise his voice. In the back of my mind I could also hear a quiet rumble of the mountain, but I completely ignored it for that moment.
"Guys we shouldn't argue like this" Matt added. "We're just here to have some fun."
I got really mad at that point for some reason. I can't even remember why now, it seems so silly, but I was. I raised my voice as loud as I could and screamed " You know what!?" And those were the last words I was able to get out before a giant wave of white powder covered us. We didn't have time to run or scream, we were all in so much shock. We didn't think in a million years that anything dangerous or bad could happen to us. We had always played with fate and ended up on top.
When the snow hit, it almost felt like a giant wave. It moved so fluidly. I was carried by it for quite some time. We got completely covered when it stopped. I'd never thought of myself as claustrophobic before, but being completely covered in that icy whiteness made me panic more than I had ever panicked in my life. I needed to get out. I pushed, I squirmed I did everything I could to see the surface again. I felt trapped, I felt so helpless and frustrated.
It's hard to recall exactly how long I was under and what happened directly after, but at some point I emerged from the snow. One of my skis was broken in all the ruckus that went down (at least it wasn't my leg). So I decided to ditch my remaining ski. It would only weigh me down now.
My initial thought was to go back up the hill that I came from, but which one was it. That avalanche left me completely disoriented. I had no Idea which slope I came from, in fact, nothing looked familiar. It seemed like the entire terrain had changed. Not only that but it started to fucking snow again, god dammit.
I looked around; I saw nothing, just endless amounts of white, like a sea that somehow turned to slush. It was overwhelming, it felt like a prison. I felt like I had been placed in a cage, a roomy cage nonetheless but still a cage. I felt as if I could never escape. Every direction seemed to lead to the same place; nothingness.
There was a surprising calm that engulfed my body. I didn't feel panicked; I wasn't terrified; in fact I didn't feel anything. For the time being I just wanted to logically figure how deep in this shit I really was. Would walking a little ways bring me out of this crazy new existence that I was thrown into? I suppose the more correct term would be avalanched into. He he. It's a shame Matt and Donald weren't around to hear my-
And then it hit me, like a paintball to the face. Matt and Donald! Were they in the same situation that I was in? For their sake I hoped not. Did I need to find them? Were they trapped underneath the snow somewhere? My mind began racing in thousands of different directions. I thought about it for a second and I realized that in my situation I would probably just die if spent too long out here trying to find them. Even if I did find them, what would happen? We were still lost; the only thing that would be different would be that we died together. Still, even that seemed better than the chilling fate that loomed over me.
I cried out "Matt! Donald! You there!" but I only the whir of the violent storm answered me. I needed help, I needed something.
I stared out into the vast white nothing hoping to see something, anything, there wasn't. My initial reaction was to start laughing, it wasn't a hardy laugh, it was more of an involuntary crazy laugh. It's not that there was anything funny about this situation but because this situation was so bad that there really was no way to recover from it. It was like I was watching one of those skateboarding videos where you know that skateboarder dude is gonna get really fucked up. Sometimes you just gotta laugh to keep yourself from crying.
After a while of walking around I realized how underdressed I was for something like this. "I'm such a stupid fuck!" I yelled to the abyss I was trapped in. I thought I looked so unattractive if I bundled up too much. I wanted to have just enough to be warm and just enough to be stylish. But that shit didn't matter now did it? Right now I'd rather be the most unattractive person in the world and be warm than be the freezing, vain, sorry ass that was slowly becoming an icicle in this white oblivion.
I wandered in what seemed like an endless amount of time. The wind continuously exploding in my ears. It was unbearable. I walked, because that was all I could do at this point. Walk, and hope to find a place where death wouldn't loom over me.
The wind continued to harp and sting me. It seemed to be getting progressively more and more violent. Suddenly I heard loud angry creaking noise. My heart and any hopes of getting back to civilization were crushed in that moment.
A huge tree had finally succumbed to the unrelenting onslaught of the wind. Of all the places and directions it could have fallen it just so happened to fall in my direction. Right in my fucking direction. I could only stand in complete terror. My body was too chilled and frigid to move out of the way in time, I knew this was going to crush me and my existence along with it. It came down on me with a crash.
Somehow I wasn't dead. I took a second to see what had happened. Luckily most of the weight of the tree was being focused on a nearby snow pile. The initial crash still left my already exhausted body aching. I was being pushed to my absolute limit. One of my arms was stuck under the weight of the tree, protecting my chest. My other hand was barely free and my legs were left dangling on both sides of the tree. My goggles were now broken and lost somewhere in this hell hole of ice. The blinding white made it now even more difficult to see.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I struggled to speak and my voice gave out every now and then but I continued, emotionally wrecked and desperate "If you wanted me dead... you could have picked a much easier way, you know that. What kind of sick fuck!... does this to a person? I can't even go on a nice stroll before I die, huh? I have to be pinned down on some god forsaken piece of wood? In some God forsaken forest" My anger began to boil at the fate that I was confronted with. "Fuck trees, fuck wood. If I ever get out of here I'm going to burn down the whole fucking Rainforest."
Maybe it wasn't too late. I hadn't actually tried to get the tree off of me yet, maybe I could do it. "Come oooon" I pleaded trying to muster any strength I could find. I tried and tried to get that tree off of me but nothing worked. Nothing fucking worked. This tree was not coming off of me "Why the fuck did this happen to me?" I said with a broken voice.
Whoever I thought I was talking to didn't answer. A steady stream of tears began to roll from my face. "Fuck, am I really going to die over some stupid shit like this?" I said shivering and struggling to speak. No one was around me, obviously, but I got some comfort in just hearing my voice. At the very least it gave me confirmation that I was still alive at this moment.
I started breathing incredibly heavy and started making indiscernible noises. Some whimpers some squeaks but all of them sounds of a broken man whose dreams and been so swiftly taken from him.
I cried out as loud as I could but just as before I was only met with silence. My chest puffing up and down, and frozen tears completely covering my face.
The events that took place after this are completely indescribable. For me death was no longer a possibility but an eventuality. It was not whether I was going to die or not, it was when I was going to die.
I thought a lot about my friends. I wondered if they were looking for me right now. I thought about my parents, but mostly, I thought about life. I thought back about my life, my regrets my accomplishments. "I should have been nicer to a lot of people." I thought, I didn't always treat the people I loved with the respect they deserved. I used to make fun of practically everyone that was different than me. "Stupid spoiled bastard" I thought to myself as it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak. I thought about that girl in 3rd grade that I used to tease because she was the only hyena at our school. I remember thinking about the kids I looked down on because they couldn't afford to go to my college and had to work tons of jobs just to stay above water.
"And I don't think I've ever really fallen in love" I thought to myself. I'd had sex a decent number of times but now that I really think about, it there was no passion in it. I remember doing it the first time simply because I didn't want to be called a virgin. I was 16 when that happened. Soon after I realized that no matter how smoking hot that Pantheress was I was much more attracted to males. I wasn't repulsed by girls and I could appreciate a hot girl when I saw one but something about a hot muscular young fur seemed so alluring. I had sex with a couple dudes on and off throughout my college years. My third year at college (this year) was no different. Matt and Donald were okay with that. I told them I was gay a while back and we really didn't talk much about it afterwards. They were fine with it.
"I have some good friends" I thought "or had as the case seems to be" I was now immediately reminded of my situation. I was so cold, colder than I had ever been. It felt like my whole body was just one solid piece of ice. It even gave me a kind of burning sensation. I had no more tears left to shed.
The kind of cold that most people feel comes with the understanding that you will at some point become warmer. It's an irritation; you don't even mind telling people that you're cold.
This kind of cold truly chills to the core. And honestly you don't or can't admit to yourself that you really are this cold. This kind of cold is indescribable to those who haven't felt it and for all I know, I might feel this way till the end. There's a bit of fear that comes with it, you wonder if you've become too cold, so cold that you've reached a point where you can never become warm again.
The scariest part though, was that I was slowly becoming more and more comfortable with being this cold. For some reason it didn't hurt as much as it used to. I went from being super frantic and jumpy to lethargic and completely unaware of my surroundings. In fact, for while now my universe consisted of me, that god forsaken hell-on-earth tree and the snow underneath me.
If I could think properly I would have been very sad, but I didn't have any energy for something like that. I spent what little energy I had left gazing out into the forest. I couldn't see very much of anything but I was certain to keep my body busy with something. "Don't fall asleep" I thought to myself "For the love of god don't fall asleep"
From a distance I saw what looked like a mass of snow, but it was moving towards me. I tried to laugh in amusement, but my body only allowed slightly irregular breathing to take laughter's place.
"Snow spirit" I thought to myself. That would be something. "What if that crazy old lady was actually right?" I was delirious, if not borderline insane by now, but even that was better than thinking I was going to be stuck under this tree till I froze to death.
In a few more moments the mass of snow was actually standing right in front of me. At this moment the only emotion that could fill my body was joy, joy that something was happening. A joy that meant however unlikely it was, this snow mass could somehow impact my situation and put me in a different place.
I started to really size up the snow spirit that was standing in front of me. It was wearing flannel boxers, how odd. It even has paws. Kinda weird for a snow spirit to have that. Just then my half chilled brain snapped back into reality. This was a polar bear, another living, breathing individual. My eyes were completely transfixed upon this fur. I no longer had the strength to speak. All I could do now was watch as this complete stranger decided my fate.
The wind had stopped, and the snow along with it, it felt like my heart had stopped. The world was dead silent. I gazed upon the behemoth polar bear standing only a few inches away from me. His whole body seemed to illuminate by some unknown light source. I had never seen anyone glow that brightly in my entire life. He placed his hands underneath the fallen tree, he hesitated for a second and then I started to feel relief. The strain from the tree was all but gone.
The Polar Bear let out a destructive roar as he threw the tree off of me. My mouth was completely wide open both from fear and amazement. He had practically shattered the tree into sawdust. The second in which he lifted the tree off of my body seemed to last for days.
The only thing I could focus on at this time was this Polar bear. He was ferocious. He was a storm incarnate, and for a moment I was actually more terrified of him than I was of dying under that tree.
Moments passed and before I could even take in everything that was happening to me, he reached out his hand to me. His forearms were completely inflated due to the immense strain he must have put on his body to actually move that tree. That didn't make it any easier for me to not question the predicament that I was now in.
The only thing that comforted me was that he stared at me with these big blue eyes, which were previously filled with what seemed like anger now seemed to be filled with a sense of urgency. Perhaps to save me?
I had so many more things to think about but I found my eyes became unable to open anymore. Would I be saved? Would he put me out of my misery? Those were the last things that I thought of as a cold chill washed me into sleep.
I don't remember exactly what happened afterwards, but all I know is I was no longer in the snow. I vaguely remember being stripped of my clothing and being put on a bed.
The bed felt cold as hell, and I wasn't getting any warmer from it. I was too tired to examine my surroundings. I was just laying there in a cold semiconscious daze.
Moments later I saw that big, monstrous, white, life saver slip into bed with me. He was completely naked also, but I didn't have the energy to study him. He laid a little ways away from me, but he spread his arms, hinting me to come closer. The very tips of his paws rubbed against my shoulder. Of all the things, he was warm, and it felt good. At this point I was too desperate to resist his embrace. I quickly pressed my whole body against his. My face deeply imbedded in his strong chest. He wrapped his arms around me. For a moment I had a fear that he would break me, like he did the tree, but he was very gentle. His touch warmed me, in so many ways. He made sure not to make any sudden movements, he was calm. I inhaled deeply; even his musk had warmth to it, it filled my lungs in a very soothing way.
I needed him, and I felt stupid for needing him and I felt scared for being at the complete mercy of a stranger, but for now he was embracing me. Dare I say even lovingly embracing me. I felt warm and satisfied in his arms. I can't even describe it really. He was like an angel.
A warm blanket of haze covered me, and I feel into a deep sleep.
When I woke up I was cold as hell and my arm was still killing me. That polar bear was nowhere to be found. I was a bit glad for the moment. It's a bit of a mortifying experience to press your bare naked body against someone else's to get warm, and the hint of arousal that came with it was even more so.
I didn't want to think about those feelings right then; all I wanted to do was try to get warm. There was a nice fire burning inside this cozy log cabin. I take everything back about log cabins, wood, trees, everything. I fucking love log cabins.
The weird thing was no matter how long I bundled up in bed near that fire I didn't feel any warmer. The only time I even felt anything close to normal body temperature was... Well you know. I was freezing my ass off in this warm log cabin, and I couldn't make sense of it.
Just then I heard a door opening. My heart started pounding; I looked over to see who it was. It was that same polar bear that saved my life. Instinctively, I was afraid of him, but I also wanted to thank him for saving my life. I didn't say anything, mostly because I didn't have the energy to.
I examined him more thoroughly. He was bundled in some typical lumberjack outfit, though he probably didn't even need to wear that to stay warm. From what I could tell he was bulky, not all fat or all muscle, just bulky. The way his body felt against mine would also reinforce that. He had gathered some firewood, which he had set down near his feet. He looked over at me with very sad caring eyes.
He saw how cold I was and it seemed like he wanted to do something about it. "Shower should warm you up." That was the first thing I ever heard him say. He had a very thick deep Russian accent. He sounded a little hoarse and it revealed that he was a great deal older than I thought he was.
Even then, I still didn't say anything. I wanted to protest, but I was too tired and too afraid to verbalize. His right paw went under my thighs and his left paw went under my back. When he picked me up all my fears and skepticism seemed to have stayed on that bed. His paws felt warm. They felt really warm, and for now that's all that mattered.
Obviously I was still naked, so it made things even worse. I attempted to cover myself up as best I could. My left hand was still hurting a great deal from being crushed by the tree, so I used my right arm. The whole time he was carrying me to where I presumed to be a bathroom, I was looking down indignantly.
Even with everything going on, this whole thing still aroused me. The warmth his hands sent through my body made me melt. I could feel my cock growing, and nearly popping out of my sheath. Everything about this felt good, even though I know it shouldn't have.
Luckily before things got too embarrassing he set me down in his bathroom. It was modest and homey, just like everything else. Standing felt almost impossible for me, my legs felt completely powerless, but I somehow I still managed to stand once he put me down. I looked up at him, not quite sure what to say.
"I wait here, and you take shower" he said in a very monotonous tone. Despite that I could still feel the sincerity in his words. He shut the door and left me to my business.
Truth be told, I could barely stand up, much less take a legitimate shower. The second he let go of me I became increasingly aware of how exhausted and cold I still was. I didn't want him to see me suffering, but with the door now closed so I set my brave face down for a while.
I managed to get into the shower, but I didn't turn the water on, I simply leaned against one of the walls. I leaned like that for a couple minutes, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what to think. I closed my eyes for a while and I kept promising myself that I would turn the water on and start my shower, but I never seemed to do it.
Eventually I heard a faint knock coming from somewhere outside "Need help?" His voice rumbled.
Those words made my heart stop. "What exactly does he mean by that" I thought. Before I had a chance to even think of a response I hear the door swing open. It felt like my heart was beating outside of my chest. The only thing separating us at this moment was the shower curtains. I wanted to disappear, I wanted to just vanish. Truth be told the only way I would be able to shower was with his help, but why couldn't he just leave me alone. I didn't want him to touch me, there's no telling what he would want to do with me in that shower.
"I come in." I couldn't tell if that was a command or a request. Either way after a brief moment of time he I heard him disrobe and then remove the only barrier between me and him.
The first thought that came through my mind was that he was a pervert, a filthy pervert. He must get off on washing me, or perhaps he had other intentions too. If he made any advances now, I wouldn't be able to stop him, even at full strength he would probably still be able to overpower me. I was at his mercy.
We were a little cramped inside that shower, especially since I didn't want him to touch me. He reached out with one of his big ferocious paws and turned the water on. The water hit me, and I saw steam emitting from the shower. I saw every sign that would tell me that the water was warm, but it didn't feel warm. "Is my body numb?" I thought to myself. If anything I was just getting progressively colder.
I looked at the Polar bear; he was just standing there, letting the water hit his face. For a moment I wondered if he felt the warmth of the water on him. He looked my way every now and then and he gave me a warm reassuring smile. I didn't know what to make of it.
After a couple minutes he finally reached over to me, I flinched; my fear reasoned that he was trying to assault me. But he wasn't. His paw very casually tapped against my shoulder, and I was filled with his warmth again, if only for a second.
"Hold still" he said powerfully. I didn't have any intention of doing anything else at this point. He grabbed a bar of soap and he started to rub my back. I tensed up many times for fear he would try and pull something. As he washed down my back he sent shivers down my spine.
He did everything so matter-of-factly that it made me wonder if he really did just want to help me shower. His paws didn't linger over any part of my body. He was also sure to avoid a couple specific areas. My groin and my tail hole. I wanted to thank him for that, but I was too tense to even think of speaking. He went on like this for a while making sure I was thoroughly clean.
Occasionally he would wrap his arms around my whole body. It felt as if he could break my whole body in half if he wanted to. He had so much power but he had so much control over it. I didn't know whether to be comforted or scared.
Once I finally got past the shivers and aches that my body gave me I realized how aroused I was. I could feel my cock slowly popping out of my sheath. I knew that this was one of the worst times for this to happen, but I couldn't help it. His hands were just so warm and gentle.
Slowly he started going to my back again, and very gently he would go lower and lower until he reached my tail. I saw him tense up a little bit here. He moved his hands slightly lower and he started rubbing my ass. It felt incredible. Nice gentle pads rubbing against me, I could feel my cock grow larger.
He stopped for a second, and I regained a sense of where I was again. I could hear him breathing heavily next to me. I traced his body for a second. I could see a black tip protruding out of his sheath.
"You finish rest" he said, as he quickly got out of the shower and off to somewhere else. "I have clothes for you. Next room over"
He was gone, but I could still feel his touch on my body. Now I wonder why I had ever been afraid of having him touch me. My aching dick and freezing body yearned for his touch. I was done showering. It was over the second he decided to leave.
That shower seemed to have given me a little extra spring in my step; it was a lot easier to walk around for the time being. Not wanting to jinx it I rushed over to the "Next room over". It was a nice spacious bedroom.
True to his word he did have clothes for me. He had a closet that seemed to fit the needs of two people. Big lumber jack-ish clothes that seemed like they would fit Boris just right and smaller more petit clothes that were mostly slightly too long for me to wear. I managed to find a couple clothes that would work, but the thing was I couldn't find any underwear. I know I really shouldn't be picky at this point, but I really wanted to wear some underwear to wear under what looked to be some hand sewn wool pants.
I paused for a second. "Boris" I said a loud. "That's definitely his name. I'm sure of it". But how did I know that? Did he tell me his name? He must have, or else I wouldn't have known it. I stopped acting so silly and looked around for underwear.
I looked around and I finally found a special looking drawer I cautiously pulled it back. I did find some underwear. I found a black laced thong. Not exactly the underwear I was hoping to find, but I decided to wear it anyways. A little bit of my naughty streak had caught up with me. For a second I imagined him seeing me in that thong and I smiled lightly.
It's obvious that Boris wouldn't be wearing this as it barely fit me. So it made me wonder if someone else was living here too. The wool was itchy, but somehow the thong made things a little better. I found some shirts that looked like they could fit me. I decided on a bland looking red long sleeve shirt.
I had a bit of a new resolve. Boris still scared me in many different ways, but he seemed to have good intentions. I figured if he wanted to rape me or anything like that he would have done it in the shower. I decided I'd try to be friendlier and maybe strike up a conversation.
I walked out of the bedroom and saw him; he looked very slightly wet and was in a flannel shirt and boxers. He was sitting down on a comfortable looking couch. He was holding a picture and was looking at it with a bit of melancholy.
He noticed me almost immediately and set that picture down. I walked over and sat next to him. I usually looked forward instead looking at him because I was still intimidated, but I started. "My names Scott, and thank you for rescuing me."
"Boris" he said rather quietly. It was silly of me to ask him for his name since I already knew it, but I don't remember if I told him my name so I wanted to be sure he knew it.
He didn't seem like the talkative type and in all honesty I wasn't too comfortable with the silence so I asked about the picture he was looking at.
"Oh this" he picked up the picture and I got a good look at it. He had a very crude black and white picture of what looked like him and another fur. The fur standing next to him was what looked like a male fox. If I had to guess I'd say his fur was white. They both looked very happy.
Still confused about the two sets of clothes thing I asked him "Does he live here?"
"That's Lev, he is my... companion. Yes he does live here, he been out a while, but he'll be here. Someday." he looked down and remained silent. I didn't quite understand what he meant by that, but I didn't want to ask about it. It seemed like a touchy subject.
His gazed returned to me. He seemed a little tense before speaking. "Look. I uhh, sorry about what happened in the shower" He looked away slightly disappointed with himself.
That's awfully sweet I thought. The initial response I had was to say "That's alright" or something of the sort, but I could feel the more playful side of me returning so I decided to ask a bolder question.
"So... you like foxes?" I asked quizzingly
He snickered for a second and remained silent, but then began. "Foxes are beautiful." I could tell he was slightly embarrassed by saying this, but he went on. "I never seen more beautiful creatures all my life." He paused and then continued. "Lev had this..." He looked up at me "thong. I never forget that. I loved it."
I could feel my heart beat returning. Was I wearing that? I must be, it's not like he would just carry around thongs that wouldn't fit him. Why did have to do that? These wool pants wouldn't have been that uncomfortable without the thong. I became slightly aroused at the thought. I felt naughty and sexy for a moment.
"Something wrong?" his strong voice asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all" I could still feel my heart racing. I don't know whether it was the arousal, the chilling sensation that still covered my body or the unrelenting mush of emotions that was bombarding my head, but I had formulated an idea. A very impulsive idea.
Even now, I felt like I was dying of cold. I knew his touch would make me warm. I needed to be warm, and deep down I needed him. The way he touched me in the shower was perfect. For a second I didn't care where I was, I didn't think about what he might do to me, I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to feel his embrace again.
"Boris?" I said
"Yes?"
I stood up and without saying another word I stripped down to the thong. I saw his blue eyes light up with arousal and shock.
"You..." Boris exclaimed as he studied my body carefully. I saw his eyes trying to absorb every inch of me. It was as if he was lost in another world. It felt good to be desired like that, but I wanted more.
"You can touch me... if you want" I whispered, half wishing that he didn't hear me and the other half wishing that he would fuck my brains out.
He carefully got up and approached me, his eyes never leaving my body. He studied me more and asked "Is okay?" as he slowly reached out his paw.
I didn't respond, I grabbed his paw and pressed it against my chest. Oh God, the rush of heat that I felt then, there was nothing like it. I closed my eyes and moaned out softly. I pulled the rest of him in. He was a great deal taller than me but I moved my muzzle up and he lowered his. We locked muzzles in a passionate kiss. His tongue sent surges of warmth deep into my insides.
I wanted him naked, I wanted to see everything. As we were kissing I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He got the message and he quickly took it off, never once even thinking of breaking our kiss. His paws were finally all over me. Grabbing and groping everywhere. I felt continuous jolts of pleasure fire throughout my body.
I could feel the passion begin to explode. We were all over each other. This couch wouldn't do, and we both knew that. He picked me up and we continued our grope fest. He didn't even seem to have any trouble lifting me. He carried me over to his bed and set me down, our embrace momentarily lost.
I struck a seductive pose, certain to show off the black thong that he loved so much. I could see him visibly yearning to touch me, but he stopped.
"Stay right there, I be right back" he exclaimed before he went off to another part of his cabin.
Our kissing session still had an impact on me. For the first time in a make out session I was feeling more than just arousal. I was really happy, in fact I think this was the happiest that I had ever felt, but one feeling kept me from enjoying it to its fullest. I still felt so cold. When I wasn't standing next to Boris these sensations became overwhelming. He did warm me a great deal, but whenever he wasn't all over me I was filled with a crushing sense of cold. Why was that? Why did the shower and bed fail to warm me in a way that Boris could?
The chilling feeling returned tenfold. I stared and the warm looking fireplace that was positioned a few feet away from me. I wouldn't be able to wait for Boris, rushed over to the dying fire and in a crude and barbaric attempt to warm myself; I placed my hands in the fire. At this point the fire was very faint but it still would have been enough to burn me.
I left my hand on it, past the point that any normal person would have been able to. I lifted my head in disbelief. My hand was still cold. It felt as if no heat radiated from that so called fire. I pulled my hand toward my face and looked carefully at it. It looked eerily normal, no signs of burnt fur what so ever.
Boris had just returned with a bottle of lube in hand. I was certain that he had watched the unnatural feat I had unknowingly accomplished. I ran toward him franticly. "Boris! What the hell is this? Some fake fire?" For a while, nothing felt right. "What's wrong with your house! Why is nothing here warm?"
He looked at me sadly. "It's time." He said solemnly.
"Time, time for what?" I said frantically. He wasn't making any sense, what did he mean by that?
Suddenly the whole room became dark; it was as if I was closing my eyes slowly. No matter what I did, the room seemed to fade out into the darkness. I closed my eyes since it didn't seem to matter whether they were open or not. I started hearing a whirring. My body felt in great pain again. I saw a light shining through my eye lids.
I opened my eyes. I was under that god damn tree. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I could only utter grunts and moans of sheer terror. My mouth was wide open and stuck that way. My face was completely stuck but I could still move my eyes. I looked around. It hadn't stopped snowing; in fact it would probably never stop snowing.
I closed my eyes in disbelief. I opened them again and saw Boris. We were both on the bed. He was holding me, hands trembling. "I'm sorry" He said, his eyes deep pools of blue filled to the brim with sadness.
I had no words to express what I had seen. I could not express the emotion I was feeling then because there is no word for it. I started breathing frantically. I was a pile of raw emotions sobbing crying and at times screaming.
"It's Okay I'm here." He said sadly, eyes completely fixed on me.
"Boris... What" I couldn't think of anything else to say. Just then, I started to feel warmth, real warmth. The bed I was underneath was warm, everything about it that seemed fake to me before was slowly fading. I could feel Boris' body over me; I could feel his fur rubbing against me.
That vanished for the second time. I was under the tree again. I couldn't move anything, my hands felt frozen, my neck felt frozen, my brain felt frozen. The painful cold had receded; I was just numb and tired. Every second of time seemed like an eternity, it felt like a prison. I felt like I would go insane if I spent another moment here. I closed my eyes again thinking. "I don't want to be here, I want to live, I want Boris"
The sheet of numbness that I once felt was fading. I opened my eyes and there I was again. On a warm bed, feeling Boris' warm body pressed against mine, Boris' tears that were gently falling on me. Everything felt genuinely warm. It was warmth that was so satisfying that I began to cry tears of joy.
In the back of my mind I could feel the cold, but it was slowly fading away into nothing. It was a slowly shrinking dot in my mind. Then it vanished. I felt my heart stop for a second, and in that second all the pain stopped too. I couldn't remember the cold, I couldn't even remember what cold felt like.
There were no words that could ever fully express what I was feeling at that moment. Desolate, broken, lost, happy. Those words will have to do.
I shifted around. I heard a soft rumble coming from Boris' stomach, he was still crying over me.
I wrapped my arms around him and I looked at him deeply. His eyes were intensely sad, and a slight sign of guilt was also radiating from them.
Despite everything that was going on I was aroused by him. His body felt good against mine. I lost everything, my friends, my life, my future, but none of those things ever made me feel warm like Boris did. Never in my life have I experienced warmth that seemed to emulate from Boris. It felt so peaceful and calm. It was a mix between a hot spring and a lazy Sunday afternoon.
"Take me" I whispered.
I didn't have anything holding me back. I dared not think about anything other than this heavenly polar bear on top of me.
He didn't respond verbally, he just took Lev's thong off of me and removed his boxers. I could see his black cock sticking far out of his sheath. We were both feeling a strange arousal at that moment. We had cried and felt a lot together, but it we were going to push all that aside for now.
I reached out and grabbed his cock. I examined it more carefully; it had a purplish hue to it as well. It was a nice contrast to the ocean of white that covered the rest of his body.
I worked his shaft up and down for a short period. I could see that he was already starting to drip pre-cum. I dabbed one of my fingers on his tip and licked what pre-cum I could get off. He just stood there at a loss for words. He face was filled with arousal.
I laid back onto the bed, my erection hitting against my stomach as I did so. I looked up at him again. His cock was dripping and throbbing, I could tell what he wanted to do. "Go ahead" I said. I didn't have anything else I wanted to think about; I just wanted to feel him inside me.
He inched himself closer to me and I spread my legs, completely exposing myself to him. He inched closer to me and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his tip slowly start to enter me. He was big, but it made it that much more satisfying when he was completely inside me.
We both moaned out in pleasure and as he started to thrust. It felt incredible; I bucked my hips with him. I felt completely full and content in that moment. I let arousal and lust wash over me, in place of everything else. The only thing that mattered was him, us, together. He thrust deeper into me; he hit the right spot and my cock was aching.
I lean up for a kiss, he happily accepts. He begins thrusting harder and harder into me, and simultaneously grabs my cock with those warms paws that I've grown to love. He teases me by lightly stroking me and then he firmly grabs my cock and moves his paw up and down my shaft. I feel a barrage of intense pleasure consume me as he continues to pound into me. I wanted this moment to last forever but I know my body can't take much more of it
He keeps pounding right into my prostate filling me with intense spurs of bliss. I can feel him breathing heavily over me I know that he's close too. He bucks in and out of me even harder and pleasure filled whimpers escape him. He's turning me on so much; I can't hold it in anymore. Globs of gooey cum escape my shaft just as I feel him cumming inside of me, filling me. We're both stuck in a seemingly permanent state of bliss as we stare each other down.
I never wanted to move from that spot, I felt so happy and content. If nothing more ever happened past this moment I would be fine. I felt love, I finally felt love. No matter what happened from then on, I knew I'd be okay.
The Avalanche didn't hit Matt and Donald the way it had hit Scott. Being the professional swimmer that Donald was he rode with the avalanche and was sure to keep his head above the surface of it as best as he could. During all this, he even made a note of where Scott and Matt were. Unfortunately the longer they traveled the farther apart the trio seemed to be. Donald was closest to Matt so he was only able to vaguely keep track of the lion's location.
The snow had settled and Donald was able to "keep his head above water". He rushed over to the area that Matt was most likely buried and he started digging. It didn't take him too long to find him, but it certainly took him longer than he felt comfortable with.
Matt did sustain some injures. He had suffered very minor brain damage due to asphyxiation. He also broke his left arm in 3 different places and his left leg in 4 different places.
After rescuing Matt he searched a long while for Scott, but he had to give up. He would relive this moment many times in his dreams, and the guilt of not being able to save his friend was almost too much for the otter.
Donald had made a note of the trail to follow to get back home as the avalanche was falling. Using the last of his energy he cautiously carried the lion back to safety. Only hoping that Scott could take care of himself.
The body of Scott was never discovered; he was never seen nor heard of again.
Boris was born June 24 1947. At the age of 37 he left the Soviet Union with his 28 year old lover Lev and came to America, in hopes of having a better life. The two unanimously decided that they wanted to live somewhere cold, in a log cabin.
A couple years after leaving the Soviet Union their relationship slowly began to break apart. Lev became bored with Boris and craved adventure. Many times he would leave the cabin for days on end in search of some excitement. That excitement typically manifested itself as one night stands with other males.
Eventually Lev left Boris for the city life in hopes of becoming a famous actor. He left without saying a word to Boris. Boris had assumed that this was one of his long "walks" from the cabin, but as days turned to months he became very worried.
Every day he would wander around in the forest for hours on end in search of his lover. One could say that exhaustion and sleep deprivation eventually caused his death, but it could also be said that he died of a broken heart. He died at the age of 42. Two years before Scott was born.
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It's been three years since that fateful day, not that days really matter anymore. I told Boris that I really want to go find Donald and Matt someday. He told me he's fine with that, but He also told me that I shouldn't get my hopes up, this storm is supposed to be a long one. We're still waiting out this storm together, with no complaints from either of us.