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This time its a new picture featuring two of my favorite bear characters ever <3

Characters © of Aloha Higa

I commissioned Einar on FA to write this story for me specially made for this picture.
Thank you bud!

Business was slow today, not much going on aside from the usual routine of getting the shop swept and cleaned. Hard work indeed, but worth it for that sweet sense of satisfaction. Polar Bear stepped back behind the counter, admiring the work he’d just done, looking around boredly for something to do.

“Sheesh, guys, don’t get up or anything,” he muttered sarcastically to the non-existent clientele, “what to do now...”

He pondered for a moment, tapping his paw on the wooden floor before turning his attention to a rather odd looking table sitting on the far side of the café. A smirk crossed Polar Bear’s face, suddenly remembering why he even bothered to order that thing in the first place.

“Oh yeah, right!”

A little bit of harmless fun surely wouldn’t hurt anyone, and he couldn’t exactly have this weird contraption sitting in the middle of his café. The table was peculiar; it was low to the ground as if you were supposed to sit on it rather that at it, and there was two holes carved comfortably into another frame attached to the side of it. It was less a table and more of a pair of stocks, but he figured if he called up Grizzly and asked him to try his stocks out, he might’ve been a little hesitant. The two had known each other since they were cubs but even that might’ve been crossing the line just a tad. He’d called him the other day though for a bit of help shifting the table into the back room and out of the way. He was expecting Grizzly any minute now.

“Hello,” Grizzly said, knocking on the side of the door as he stepped inside the café to find the tall polar bear tending to the table in question, “so that’s what you want moved? What is it?”

Polar Bear turned around to see his friend, his face suddenly lighting up with a pleased smile.

“Yeah, just need to lift it out back,” the polar bear explained, pointing to a back door propped open with a doorstop. It wasn’t too much of a distance, but then again, shifting the table wasn’t exactly the whole reason he wanted Grizzly to come over.

“Let’s do it then.”

“Hopefully it won’t be too unbearable to lift,” the shop owner said, winking very indiscreetly at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Grizzly muttered, crouching down and lifting half of the table off the ground, while Polar Bear lifted the other half. In a team effort, they dropped the table back down in the back room where it would supposedly sit undisturbed…. Well, at least that’s what Grizz had hoped after a weird favour like this.

“Hey Grizzly?”

“What now?”

“Dare you to sit in it,” he smiled sheepishly, pointing the stocks.

“You’re out of your mind, Polar Bear… Why would I ever sit in that thing?”

“Cause if you do, I’ll stop making all these puns!”

Grizzly stared at his friend for a moment, really considering it for a good ten minutes or so before he finally gave his answer, “alright, fine, let’s just get it over with then,” the bear grumbled, sitting himself on the contraption. Just as he put his feet into the holes, Polar Bear sprang into action and shut them around his legs, slipping the lock into place.

“Polar Bear! What the hell?! Lemme outta this thing right now!!”

Polar Bear smiled, shaking his head at Grizzly’s temper, poking at the booted feet in front of him. The grizzly bear snapped at him, struggling and fidgeting to get out before the other bear quickly restrained his hands with a rope behind his back.

“Idiot! Lemme go!”

Polar shook his head with a tut, looking down at his trapped friend, “looks like someone needs to lighten up,” he smiled, kneeling down in front of the trapped bear, yanking off his heavy boots and tossing them aside without much caution. He giggled a little, giving those sweaty feet a little sniff before going in for the tickle with his sharp bear claws, making Grizzly giggle uncontrollably, as hard as he tried to resist.

“Greeeheheh...Grrrrrr!!! Enough!!”

“I said, you need to lighten up!”

Polar Bear began tickling even harder, really digging his sharp claws into those sensitive, squirming, wrinkled feet.

“Gahahahhahahaha!!’

It wasn’t long before Grizzly burst out with laughter, unable to contain, but still trying his best to hold it back to avoid giving Polar the satisfaction, but it was already kind of too late for that now.

“See? That’s better, you’re laughing now! Was this so hard, big scary bear?”

Grizzly clenched his toes as hard as he could, getting annoyed with how his friend constantly teased him… Right now though, it just made things so much worse for him.

“GRRRR!!! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!!”

Another tut escaped Polar’s lips as he shook his head disapprovingly, while at the same time beginning to scrape a small feather up and down both of Grizzly’s ticklish feet, making them curl and wriggle even more so than before.

“Keep still!”

Luckily, Polar Bear had a solution to this; he grabbed a couple lengths of string and wrapped them around each of the bear’s ticklish toes, tying them back to a small metal hook on the stocks, forcing his toes open and back so he could just barely fidget. Grizzly gulped after having his toes tied back… This was going to be awful!

Up and down that devious feather went again, brushing and teasing his feet, forcing tortured giggles out of his windpipe as he clenched his teeth and tried his hardest to keep it together.

“Geheheheheheheh!”

“You just wait here, I’ve got a better idea,” Polar chuckled, fixing a small nozzle to the top of the stocks which looked to be attached to a hopper full of milk. After switching it on, the nozzle began to very slowly drip milk into Grizzly’s feet who looked extremely confused as to what was going on. Polar had been out of the room for about ten minutes now and Grizz’ feet were already dripping with milk. It felt kind of annoying actually; he couldn’t bring himself to relax since it felt like someone constantly tapping a finger against his foot, jolting him upright all over again. This better be for a good reason…

After what felt like an eternity, he could finally hear Polar Bear coming back into the room, closing the door behind him, but what he brought with him was very different.

“Someone owed me a favour, in case you’re wondering,” Polar Bear explained, leading to moderately grown calves into the room, either side of him, which were no doubt mysteriously attained by the ursine.

“Please… Polar,” Grizzly began to whine helplessly, watching as one of the calves stepped up and began to gently sniff as his restrained, sweaty, milky bear feet, “please, anything but this!! You can’t be serious!!”

“You’re gonna look so cute like this, Grizz-chan” he chuckled, watching as the calves approached, giving the bear’s soles little teasing licks. Eventually they began to lick up the milk more enthusiastically, sending Grizzly into a fit of helpless, bubbling laughter. Grizzly’s toes being tied back and spread made it so easy for the little cows to lick the sweat between his toes.

“GAHAHAHAAHAHHAAH!! YOHOHOHOU’RE DEHEHEHEAD!!!!’

Those calves sure were thorough, they made sure to lick every single wrinkle, fold, and crevice, cleaning between his toes too. Every inch of Grizzly’s feet were soaked in the little cows’ saliva, all for more milk to be dripped from the hopper onto his feet and for the whole process of licking and slurping to begin anew.

His laughter echoed through the restaurant, soon becoming hoarse and tired, no sign of respite presented itself and there was nothing he could do but struggle, cry, scream, and laugh. The bear had won it over him this time.

"GEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"

After about 3 hours of non-stop torment, Grizzly was beginning to fade. He was out of energy and everything was becoming hazy and fuzzy. His laughter died down into a feeble giggle before finally slumping forward and passing out. It took a couple of minutes for Polar Bear to notice, but after the calves got bored and exhausted all the milk, leaving nothing left to lick, the bear conceded.

"Hehe, 3 hours, 10 minutes. I’ll keep that record in mind. Maybe next time you’ll beat it!"

The End

Description
This time its a new picture featuring two of my favorite bear characters ever <3

Characters © of Aloha Higa

I commissioned Einar on FA to write this story for me specially made for this picture.
Thank you bud!

Business was slow today, not much going on aside from the usual routine of getting the shop swept and cleaned. Hard work indeed, but worth it for that sweet sense of satisfaction. Polar Bear stepped back behind the counter, admiring the work he’d just done, looking around boredly for something to do.

“Sheesh, guys, don’t get up or anything,” he muttered sarcastically to the non-existent clientele, “what to do now...”

He pondered for a moment, tapping his paw on the wooden floor before turning his attention to a rather odd looking table sitting on the far side of the café. A smirk crossed Polar Bear’s face, suddenly remembering why he even bothered to order that thing in the first place.

“Oh yeah, right!”

A little bit of harmless fun surely wouldn’t hurt anyone, and he couldn’t exactly have this weird contraption sitting in the middle of his café. The table was peculiar; it was low to the ground as if you were supposed to sit on it rather that at it, and there was two holes carved comfortably into another frame attached to the side of it. It was less a table and more of a pair of stocks, but he figured if he called up Grizzly and asked him to try his stocks out, he might’ve been a little hesitant. The two had known each other since they were cubs but even that might’ve been crossing the line just a tad. He’d called him the other day though for a bit of help shifting the table into the back room and out of the way. He was expecting Grizzly any minute now.

“Hello,” Grizzly said, knocking on the side of the door as he stepped inside the café to find the tall polar bear tending to the table in question, “so that’s what you want moved? What is it?”

Polar Bear turned around to see his friend, his face suddenly lighting up with a pleased smile.

“Yeah, just need to lift it out back,” the polar bear explained, pointing to a back door propped open with a doorstop. It wasn’t too much of a distance, but then again, shifting the table wasn’t exactly the whole reason he wanted Grizzly to come over.

“Let’s do it then.”

“Hopefully it won’t be too unbearable to lift,” the shop owner said, winking very indiscreetly at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Grizzly muttered, crouching down and lifting half of the table off the ground, while Polar Bear lifted the other half. In a team effort, they dropped the table back down in the back room where it would supposedly sit undisturbed…. Well, at least that’s what Grizz had hoped after a weird favour like this.

“Hey Grizzly?”

“What now?”

“Dare you to sit in it,” he smiled sheepishly, pointing the stocks.

“You’re out of your mind, Polar Bear… Why would I ever sit in that thing?”

“Cause if you do, I’ll stop making all these puns!”

Grizzly stared at his friend for a moment, really considering it for a good ten minutes or so before he finally gave his answer, “alright, fine, let’s just get it over with then,” the bear grumbled, sitting himself on the contraption. Just as he put his feet into the holes, Polar Bear sprang into action and shut them around his legs, slipping the lock into place.

“Polar Bear! What the hell?! Lemme outta this thing right now!!”

Polar Bear smiled, shaking his head at Grizzly’s temper, poking at the booted feet in front of him. The grizzly bear snapped at him, struggling and fidgeting to get out before the other bear quickly restrained his hands with a rope behind his back.

“Idiot! Lemme go!”

Polar shook his head with a tut, looking down at his trapped friend, “looks like someone needs to lighten up,” he smiled, kneeling down in front of the trapped bear, yanking off his heavy boots and tossing them aside without much caution. He giggled a little, giving those sweaty feet a little sniff before going in for the tickle with his sharp bear claws, making Grizzly giggle uncontrollably, as hard as he tried to resist.

“Greeeheheh...Grrrrrr!!! Enough!!”

“I said, you need to lighten up!”

Polar Bear began tickling even harder, really digging his sharp claws into those sensitive, squirming, wrinkled feet.

“Gahahahhahahaha!!’

It wasn’t long before Grizzly burst out with laughter, unable to contain, but still trying his best to hold it back to avoid giving Polar the satisfaction, but it was already kind of too late for that now.

“See? That’s better, you’re laughing now! Was this so hard, big scary bear?”

Grizzly clenched his toes as hard as he could, getting annoyed with how his friend constantly teased him… Right now though, it just made things so much worse for him.

“GRRRR!!! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!!”

Another tut escaped Polar’s lips as he shook his head disapprovingly, while at the same time beginning to scrape a small feather up and down both of Grizzly’s ticklish feet, making them curl and wriggle even more so than before.

“Keep still!”

Luckily, Polar Bear had a solution to this; he grabbed a couple lengths of string and wrapped them around each of the bear’s ticklish toes, tying them back to a small metal hook on the stocks, forcing his toes open and back so he could just barely fidget. Grizzly gulped after having his toes tied back… This was going to be awful!

Up and down that devious feather went again, brushing and teasing his feet, forcing tortured giggles out of his windpipe as he clenched his teeth and tried his hardest to keep it together.

“Geheheheheheheh!”

“You just wait here, I’ve got a better idea,” Polar chuckled, fixing a small nozzle to the top of the stocks which looked to be attached to a hopper full of milk. After switching it on, the nozzle began to very slowly drip milk into Grizzly’s feet who looked extremely confused as to what was going on. Polar had been out of the room for about ten minutes now and Grizz’ feet were already dripping with milk. It felt kind of annoying actually; he couldn’t bring himself to relax since it felt like someone constantly tapping a finger against his foot, jolting him upright all over again. This better be for a good reason…

After what felt like an eternity, he could finally hear Polar Bear coming back into the room, closing the door behind him, but what he brought with him was very different.

“Someone owed me a favour, in case you’re wondering,” Polar Bear explained, leading to moderately grown calves into the room, either side of him, which were no doubt mysteriously attained by the ursine.

“Please… Polar,” Grizzly began to whine helplessly, watching as one of the calves stepped up and began to gently sniff as his restrained, sweaty, milky bear feet, “please, anything but this!! You can’t be serious!!”

“You’re gonna look so cute like this, Grizz-chan” he chuckled, watching as the calves approached, giving the bear’s soles little teasing licks. Eventually they began to lick up the milk more enthusiastically, sending Grizzly into a fit of helpless, bubbling laughter. Grizzly’s toes being tied back and spread made it so easy for the little cows to lick the sweat between his toes.

“GAHAHAHAAHAHHAAH!! YOHOHOHOU’RE DEHEHEHEAD!!!!’

Those calves sure were thorough, they made sure to lick every single wrinkle, fold, and crevice, cleaning between his toes too. Every inch of Grizzly’s feet were soaked in the little cows’ saliva, all for more milk to be dripped from the hopper onto his feet and for the whole process of licking and slurping to begin anew.

His laughter echoed through the restaurant, soon becoming hoarse and tired, no sign of respite presented itself and there was nothing he could do but struggle, cry, scream, and laugh. The bear had won it over him this time.

"GEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"

After about 3 hours of non-stop torment, Grizzly was beginning to fade. He was out of energy and everything was becoming hazy and fuzzy. His laughter died down into a feeble giggle before finally slumping forward and passing out. It took a couple of minutes for Polar Bear to notice, but after the calves got bored and exhausted all the milk, leaving nothing left to lick, the bear conceded.

"Hehe, 3 hours, 10 minutes. I’ll keep that record in mind. Maybe next time you’ll beat it!"

The End