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It was a rather warm Autumn afternoon upon a farm house of a certain skunk and his polar bear, the skunk being Dakota and his bear friend being Belerom. It was curious as to why a polar bear would want to live at a farm when they live in the arctic. But the ice bear would rather be warm and comfortable than being cold in a wasteland of snow and ice. Besides, he likes turnips, and loves harvesting them even more. After summer has come and gone, it was time to pluck them out of the ground. So every morning Belerom puts on his hat, wraps his bandanna around his neck, and goes right to work gathering his turnips. The skunk, on the other hand, usually helps now and then. However he wasn't interested in turnips like the bear was. So he usually hangs around the house, doing other chores or cooking something for the bear after he finishes pulling the turnips.
When the sun begins to set, Belerom calls it a day and gathers all of his turnips to sort them in storage. He divides the small ordinary ones to sell to the town, and keeps the rather large and bulbous ones for himself. He pulled up a lot of big ones today so it was an easy day to organize it all and finish the day. He slung the leaves of a couple of massive turnips over his shoulder and happily made his way to the house. He wiped the sweat off his head with his bandanna when his massive feet stepped on the wooden patio. The old wooden boards from below creaked and moaned, bending slightly from his mass.
Once he got to the door, he put the turnips down to the side and dug around his belt for the key. Only thing is, there was no key in his pouch. His eyes widened a bit in panic, wondering if he dropped while he was working in the field. But he froze and realized that he forgot them on the counter this morning. It wasn't too bad since Dakota would be home to open the door for him. He gave it a knock, and then gave a shout for the skunk.
"Hello? Dakota? I need you to open the door! I forgot the key inside!" There was no response. “D-Dakota?” He shouted again and again, but the skunk did not respond. Belerom took a step back and looked over to the window that gave a view of the kitchen. He gave a peer into it with a squint and tried to look to see if he was around. First, he saw the keys on the counter, so at least it wasn’t lost. Second, there was a note stuck to the telephone on the wall. He cupped his eyes over the glass and tried to read what it was. It was from Dakota, leaving a message for him that stated:
‘Belerom, Hare gave me a call earlier this morning to come by for some lunch and a lesson of magic. You know I can’t turn down a magic lesson with the old rabbit, so I’ll be back later! P.S. I left you some grilled salmon from yesterday in the fridge, so eat up!’
Belerom gave a little bearish grunt, wondering what to do now if Dakota wasn’t there to help him. He panicked a bit, but he took deep breaths and talked with himself to figure out a plan. “Alright, Bel, think… What is another way to get inside?” The bear pondered on the porch for a bit until an idea struck him in the head. With a slam of his fist on his paw, he shouted, “The window in the back!” His little tail wiggled in excitement. He grabbed the turnips off the ground, jogging off the wood onto the dirt. He huffed and puffed as he ran himself to the back of the house.
In the back, there was a backdoor and a rather large window slightly elevated over some bushes. Immediately, Belerom put down the turnips near the backdoor and went to the window. Panting from the run over, he sluggishly stepped up to it and tried to open the window. However, he didn’t think that it would be locked as well. “Locked?! B-But this is the only way I could think of!” He insisted on getting inside. He pulled and tugged on the window, making the whole house slightly creak from it’s wooden support being strained. With a grunt and a sigh, he let it go before he could accidentally break the window sill. With his strength, he could’ve potentially pulled the whole house out of the ground. “Ungh.. N-now what am I going to do?”
He slowly walked over to the steps to the backdoor and sat his rump on it, pondering what else to do. He really was stumped on ideas on how to get in. The wind gently picked up, as he heard the sound of something squeaking behind him. Belerom turned his head towards the sound and noticed on the backdoor that there was a doggy door. “Oh! I forgot the original owner of the house had a dog! And we also forgot to get a new sealed door!” He wiped his sweat once more off from his head with his bandanna. “But I’m so glad that it’s here now! Maybe this is my opening to get inside!” His big belly growled at him as he held it to calm it down. “Heh! And maybe now I can get some of that salmon in the fridge!”
The bear turned himself around and got down on his knees. His massive back end was in the air as he gently opened the doggy door. He poked his head in looking inside and seeing the light from the kitchen from the living room. Belerom gave a cheerful bear grunt and made his plan to get himself in. First, the bear grabbed his hat, his belt, and his bandanna and slid it through the door flap. Next, he grabbed his bublis turnips one by one and shoved them through the doggy door as well. Some were easy to get through, while others required a little elbow grease to shove the bigger ones in. Once his gear and turnips were inside, the final step was for him to squeeze himself in.
The doggy door was a reasonable size as it was made for big dogs, so Belerom thought he would have little to no problem at all squeezing himself in. He slid his arms in first, then his head, and then proceeded to crawl right on in. “Phew, I’m so happy we forgot about this - hrmph! - doggy door!” His torso was pressing slightly on the rim of the square shaped hole, but nothing like a little effort from Belerom’s frontside to slide it further in. However, as more of his girth began to slip in through the hole, it was getting harder and harder for the bear to pull himself inside.
He Huffed and groaned through his teeth, using the door as leverage for his front paws to push himself in, and the concrete steps for his feet to press his fluffy gut through the hole. Harder and tighter it got for Belerom, as his progress inside became slower and sluggish. As his fur slid in a little further, he heard a wedging ‘croke’ from the door. He stopped himself for a moment as he felt the tight press around his stomach and waist region. Exhaling a tired breath first, he sucked in some of the air to try and make his belly smaller and heaved himself against the hole sporadically. His front side bobbed with every pull forward as his legs in the back straightened to squish his middle inside. “Hnnf-! Hrrnf-! Hrrnk-!” He grunted and moaned with each press inside, but his progress seemed to have halted and only the sound of the door straining with every force was heard.
Belerom moved his legs up more with his butt to the sky, and his top part hunched and elbows bent, he gave a mighty heave forward with a roar. “HNNNNRRGH!!” The door, the wall, and even the whole house shook with Belerom’s strength. His front stretched out slightly with his arms pulling him in, and his rear end getting squished right up against the door by his legs. As much as he pushed and pulled, he didn’t budge at all through that doggy door. He slumped down flat on the floor, panting and sweating from all of his hard work. “Ugh.. Huff.. Phew… W-Well… I guess I’m a little too big. Maybe I should go back out for now…”
After taking a few breaths in, he regained some of his energy and got his back end up off the concrete. He placed his feet upon the door and used his legs to pull himself out the other way. But once he started pulling, the whole door only gave a straining creeeeaaak. He didn’t budge out from the other end. “... Uh oh,” the bear said. His eyes widened, knowing the situation he got himself in. He was stuck. The hole of the doggy door was lodged tightly into his waistline. He couldn’t go forward, and now he couldn’t go backwards. He reared his palms on the floor and used the steps outside for his feet to use as leverage. He pulled and pulled himself back outside, but it was no good. He heaved long, and in bursts, but nothing was working.
“Hrrrrnnnggh- ghh-! Ungh… Oh, it’s no use.” He slowly gave himself up with trying to get unstuck as he flopped his wedged body upon the floor. His plump waist squeaked in between the doggy door and the whole door itself wobbled a bit once he stopped. However, the wobbling of the door made him notice something. He checked it for himself once more, pulling his butt outwards with his legs and noticed the door shook a little loosely when he pulled. That gave Belerom a good idea. “Well… since I’m stuck here, I could be a little useful and get rid of this door.” Once again, Belerom moved his rear up with a wiggle of his rump and a jiggle of his little tail, setting himself up. “Besides, me and Dakota already planned to get a-- N-NEW BACK... D-DOOR!” Once he got his words in, his legs straighten out on the concrete step the best it could, pulling back his wedged body backwards once more. But he wasn’t planning to get unstuck. He was going to take the whole door with him. “HNNNNRRGHH!!”
The flabs of his fur wrinkled and creased over the doggy door. His eyes clenched tightly as he snarled through his teeth. The polar bear heaved and he strained, pulling as hard as he could with his hind legs outside and pushing his torso up against the door with his paws from the inside. The sheer force and effort he put in to rip the door off it’s hinges was intense, making some of the wall around the door bend back with it. The door itself began to bend drastically, wailing and croaking with the house walls. Belerom’s white face started to turn slightly red as it sweat profusely as he pulled the door with him. Very slowly, he took his foot and placed it further down a step on the concrete stairs, then another. His whole body shook, pulling his weight with the door. Further and further, the door bends to a point it was about to snap. One by one, the hinges begin to unbuckle from the doorway. He pulled, and tugged, and yanked, and grunted. As the whole house creaked and the door straining even louder, the door finally gave in and snapped off its hinges with a loud SNAP.
The polar bear was launched, tumbling back and far from the doorway and onto the ground. He finally took the door right off its hinges, but it was just stuck on him. “Finally,” he happily and tiredly shouted, “I did it! I’m free! Erm… sort of.” He looked at the door still wedged around his waist, slightly twisting it to see if it would slip off. But he was rather tired to do any more brute force. So he just left it on him for the time being and he got himself up off the ground to go inside. Carefully he shimmied through the doorway, slipping in slowly and trying his best to not knock anything down with the door around his middle section. He couldn’t reach down to grab his stuff on the floor so he tip-toed over them and waddled into the kitchen, glaring down at the keys and at the note near the phone. Comically, the door stopped him from reaching it at first, but he turned it around to grab it from the side. And with a few buttons on the phone, he dialed up Dakota. “Heya, Bel!” The skunk sounded quite cheerful on the other line. “Hare was teaching me how to control fire! Is everything alright?” Belerom gulped a bit with his face shouting ‘exhausted’. “O-Oh yes! Everything is fine! I just called in for a question; … Do you know a place near the house where they sell doors?”
I've had this story written for a while in my drive. Wanted to see what would happen if I post it out in the wild while also having an excuse to show my loving bear stuck in a doggy door.
Art by https://twitter.com/ChronoManicLynn
Story by me.
When the sun begins to set, Belerom calls it a day and gathers all of his turnips to sort them in storage. He divides the small ordinary ones to sell to the town, and keeps the rather large and bulbous ones for himself. He pulled up a lot of big ones today so it was an easy day to organize it all and finish the day. He slung the leaves of a couple of massive turnips over his shoulder and happily made his way to the house. He wiped the sweat off his head with his bandanna when his massive feet stepped on the wooden patio. The old wooden boards from below creaked and moaned, bending slightly from his mass.
Once he got to the door, he put the turnips down to the side and dug around his belt for the key. Only thing is, there was no key in his pouch. His eyes widened a bit in panic, wondering if he dropped while he was working in the field. But he froze and realized that he forgot them on the counter this morning. It wasn't too bad since Dakota would be home to open the door for him. He gave it a knock, and then gave a shout for the skunk.
"Hello? Dakota? I need you to open the door! I forgot the key inside!" There was no response. “D-Dakota?” He shouted again and again, but the skunk did not respond. Belerom took a step back and looked over to the window that gave a view of the kitchen. He gave a peer into it with a squint and tried to look to see if he was around. First, he saw the keys on the counter, so at least it wasn’t lost. Second, there was a note stuck to the telephone on the wall. He cupped his eyes over the glass and tried to read what it was. It was from Dakota, leaving a message for him that stated:
‘Belerom, Hare gave me a call earlier this morning to come by for some lunch and a lesson of magic. You know I can’t turn down a magic lesson with the old rabbit, so I’ll be back later! P.S. I left you some grilled salmon from yesterday in the fridge, so eat up!’
Belerom gave a little bearish grunt, wondering what to do now if Dakota wasn’t there to help him. He panicked a bit, but he took deep breaths and talked with himself to figure out a plan. “Alright, Bel, think… What is another way to get inside?” The bear pondered on the porch for a bit until an idea struck him in the head. With a slam of his fist on his paw, he shouted, “The window in the back!” His little tail wiggled in excitement. He grabbed the turnips off the ground, jogging off the wood onto the dirt. He huffed and puffed as he ran himself to the back of the house.
In the back, there was a backdoor and a rather large window slightly elevated over some bushes. Immediately, Belerom put down the turnips near the backdoor and went to the window. Panting from the run over, he sluggishly stepped up to it and tried to open the window. However, he didn’t think that it would be locked as well. “Locked?! B-But this is the only way I could think of!” He insisted on getting inside. He pulled and tugged on the window, making the whole house slightly creak from it’s wooden support being strained. With a grunt and a sigh, he let it go before he could accidentally break the window sill. With his strength, he could’ve potentially pulled the whole house out of the ground. “Ungh.. N-now what am I going to do?”
He slowly walked over to the steps to the backdoor and sat his rump on it, pondering what else to do. He really was stumped on ideas on how to get in. The wind gently picked up, as he heard the sound of something squeaking behind him. Belerom turned his head towards the sound and noticed on the backdoor that there was a doggy door. “Oh! I forgot the original owner of the house had a dog! And we also forgot to get a new sealed door!” He wiped his sweat once more off from his head with his bandanna. “But I’m so glad that it’s here now! Maybe this is my opening to get inside!” His big belly growled at him as he held it to calm it down. “Heh! And maybe now I can get some of that salmon in the fridge!”
The bear turned himself around and got down on his knees. His massive back end was in the air as he gently opened the doggy door. He poked his head in looking inside and seeing the light from the kitchen from the living room. Belerom gave a cheerful bear grunt and made his plan to get himself in. First, the bear grabbed his hat, his belt, and his bandanna and slid it through the door flap. Next, he grabbed his bublis turnips one by one and shoved them through the doggy door as well. Some were easy to get through, while others required a little elbow grease to shove the bigger ones in. Once his gear and turnips were inside, the final step was for him to squeeze himself in.
The doggy door was a reasonable size as it was made for big dogs, so Belerom thought he would have little to no problem at all squeezing himself in. He slid his arms in first, then his head, and then proceeded to crawl right on in. “Phew, I’m so happy we forgot about this - hrmph! - doggy door!” His torso was pressing slightly on the rim of the square shaped hole, but nothing like a little effort from Belerom’s frontside to slide it further in. However, as more of his girth began to slip in through the hole, it was getting harder and harder for the bear to pull himself inside.
He Huffed and groaned through his teeth, using the door as leverage for his front paws to push himself in, and the concrete steps for his feet to press his fluffy gut through the hole. Harder and tighter it got for Belerom, as his progress inside became slower and sluggish. As his fur slid in a little further, he heard a wedging ‘croke’ from the door. He stopped himself for a moment as he felt the tight press around his stomach and waist region. Exhaling a tired breath first, he sucked in some of the air to try and make his belly smaller and heaved himself against the hole sporadically. His front side bobbed with every pull forward as his legs in the back straightened to squish his middle inside. “Hnnf-! Hrrnf-! Hrrnk-!” He grunted and moaned with each press inside, but his progress seemed to have halted and only the sound of the door straining with every force was heard.
Belerom moved his legs up more with his butt to the sky, and his top part hunched and elbows bent, he gave a mighty heave forward with a roar. “HNNNNRRGH!!” The door, the wall, and even the whole house shook with Belerom’s strength. His front stretched out slightly with his arms pulling him in, and his rear end getting squished right up against the door by his legs. As much as he pushed and pulled, he didn’t budge at all through that doggy door. He slumped down flat on the floor, panting and sweating from all of his hard work. “Ugh.. Huff.. Phew… W-Well… I guess I’m a little too big. Maybe I should go back out for now…”
After taking a few breaths in, he regained some of his energy and got his back end up off the concrete. He placed his feet upon the door and used his legs to pull himself out the other way. But once he started pulling, the whole door only gave a straining creeeeaaak. He didn’t budge out from the other end. “... Uh oh,” the bear said. His eyes widened, knowing the situation he got himself in. He was stuck. The hole of the doggy door was lodged tightly into his waistline. He couldn’t go forward, and now he couldn’t go backwards. He reared his palms on the floor and used the steps outside for his feet to use as leverage. He pulled and pulled himself back outside, but it was no good. He heaved long, and in bursts, but nothing was working.
“Hrrrrnnnggh- ghh-! Ungh… Oh, it’s no use.” He slowly gave himself up with trying to get unstuck as he flopped his wedged body upon the floor. His plump waist squeaked in between the doggy door and the whole door itself wobbled a bit once he stopped. However, the wobbling of the door made him notice something. He checked it for himself once more, pulling his butt outwards with his legs and noticed the door shook a little loosely when he pulled. That gave Belerom a good idea. “Well… since I’m stuck here, I could be a little useful and get rid of this door.” Once again, Belerom moved his rear up with a wiggle of his rump and a jiggle of his little tail, setting himself up. “Besides, me and Dakota already planned to get a-- N-NEW BACK... D-DOOR!” Once he got his words in, his legs straighten out on the concrete step the best it could, pulling back his wedged body backwards once more. But he wasn’t planning to get unstuck. He was going to take the whole door with him. “HNNNNRRGHH!!”
The flabs of his fur wrinkled and creased over the doggy door. His eyes clenched tightly as he snarled through his teeth. The polar bear heaved and he strained, pulling as hard as he could with his hind legs outside and pushing his torso up against the door with his paws from the inside. The sheer force and effort he put in to rip the door off it’s hinges was intense, making some of the wall around the door bend back with it. The door itself began to bend drastically, wailing and croaking with the house walls. Belerom’s white face started to turn slightly red as it sweat profusely as he pulled the door with him. Very slowly, he took his foot and placed it further down a step on the concrete stairs, then another. His whole body shook, pulling his weight with the door. Further and further, the door bends to a point it was about to snap. One by one, the hinges begin to unbuckle from the doorway. He pulled, and tugged, and yanked, and grunted. As the whole house creaked and the door straining even louder, the door finally gave in and snapped off its hinges with a loud SNAP.
The polar bear was launched, tumbling back and far from the doorway and onto the ground. He finally took the door right off its hinges, but it was just stuck on him. “Finally,” he happily and tiredly shouted, “I did it! I’m free! Erm… sort of.” He looked at the door still wedged around his waist, slightly twisting it to see if it would slip off. But he was rather tired to do any more brute force. So he just left it on him for the time being and he got himself up off the ground to go inside. Carefully he shimmied through the doorway, slipping in slowly and trying his best to not knock anything down with the door around his middle section. He couldn’t reach down to grab his stuff on the floor so he tip-toed over them and waddled into the kitchen, glaring down at the keys and at the note near the phone. Comically, the door stopped him from reaching it at first, but he turned it around to grab it from the side. And with a few buttons on the phone, he dialed up Dakota. “Heya, Bel!” The skunk sounded quite cheerful on the other line. “Hare was teaching me how to control fire! Is everything alright?” Belerom gulped a bit with his face shouting ‘exhausted’. “O-Oh yes! Everything is fine! I just called in for a question; … Do you know a place near the house where they sell doors?”
I've had this story written for a while in my drive. Wanted to see what would happen if I post it out in the wild while also having an excuse to show my loving bear stuck in a doggy door.
Art by https://twitter.com/ChronoManicLynn
Story by me.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fetish Other
Species Bear (Other)
Size 1280 x 711px
File Size 88.2 kB
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