The smell of fresh baked cookies and bread was heavy in the room, sweet and mouthwatering. Christmas lights of every color ran around the massive room along the line of the ceiling. The walls had a thick brown fur on them, and they looked downy soft, begging to be pet. Every inch of the floor was filled with cushion, pillows, or sectional couches, and there were six fireplaces that somehow kept the place at a perfect and welcoming temperature for even a polar beer. Logs crackled as they burned, and metal trays had been rotating out of the fire to allow the cookies to cool.
Ulah stood at a fire place, in his tan board shorts and open Hawaiian shirt, his fingers testing the cookies. A wide grin appeared as Bjorn came in, the door closing behind him. "Aloha! I get my bear hug now?" He didn't wait for an answer from the bear as he walked over, arms held wide. He dripped down and gripped the bear's chest under his fore paws, lifting Bjorn upright to give the bear a firm and happy hug, laughing all the while as Ulah patted Bjorn's rib cage. "Have all the cookies and bread you want, I have meat in the smoker, and beer in the fridge." Bjorn felt his weight rock in another squeeze as Ulah groaned happily, slowly letting Bjorn down once more.
Bjorn blinks as he's...bear hugged! A blink and... if bears could meep... was there meepage? But it's Ulah, so everything is alright. He un-tenses, and after the mention of various foods he slowly works on shifting back provided Ulah's gotten his fill of bear hugs... though the lack of clothing will be annoying. After turning back to regular Bjorn he asks finally, "Ulah... Where in the... where are we? And why can't' anyone else see here? I couldn't get anyone to come with, they couldn't see..." To say he's bewildered would be an understatement.
Ulah stepped right in to wrap Bjorn in another wide hug and squeezing the bear with another warm hug. The islander laughed, "We're in my home! Be welcome and enjoy. When you are ready, I will take you back. You lost like a week, but that's not Ulah's fault. It was like going through a cave, Ulah's tunnel, Ulah's bar, Ulah's house. But the mountain..." He stepped back to raise an index finger, "That's not Ulah's and there's a toll of sorts." He winked his non-milky eyes, "The others... They have their people, even as some don't like their people. It has energy that's no good for the Feng shui, so they have to stay in the yard. Bears are different. Everyone knows why a bear hugs."
Bjorn frowns slightly, looking sad a moment. "That's... too bad. There's nothing there for them. We can't... roll a keg of beer out to them at least?" That's of course assuming Max hasn't had them run off somewhere yet. But otherwise his mood brightens at the prospect of food. Being a bear takes a lot of calories after all.
Research states that body weight allows an individual to consume more alcohol, but a great deal of that is the ratio of blood to alcohol. To get a polar bear drunk was a feat that require the opening of kegs. Add in the amount of alcohol that it takes to get a god drank, and it just gets absurd. Ulah was constantly baking cookies and various breads the whole time they drank. There were many hugs, and even a drunk bear came to understand the complexity of the gesture, layer with so many meanings as a direct way of communicating. At some point, Ulah slapped the counter, "Aue! You needed to call use a phone!" The look haired Hawaiian was naked at this point, and who the fuck knew when that happen. He stumbled over the many pillows and cushions, falling over once and laying there for a moment, feeling around with his arm with his ass in the air. He popped up, "E hele! Bring the beer!" The man zigged his way to a furry wall, stroking it several times until the wall moved. Not really moved so much as morph into a pair of hairy mounds that Ulah pulled between and disappeared.
Bring the beer. The Bear was rather drunk, though cookies and other foods earlier helped mitigate that some and slow the process, when kegs are involved, it will be a foregone conclusion that even bears will get shit faced. The hugs were a distraction from drinking which helped as well, and while Bjorn was getting the hang of it whether he'll remember it from being so drunk remains to be seen. And so, with some difficulty Bjorn grabs a keg in his paws and waddles after Ulah. Claws help him not drop it, though he has to be careful not to dig into it and spring a leak. The bear blink as the wall changes, and then shakes his head. A reminder that this is Ulah's place, it obviously does what Ulah wants, and with such he moves to follow after him.
Through the furry wall was Oahu in the middle of the night, near a small village on... Well there was a mountain range, and it was decidedly least green, so that narrowed it down quite a bit. The road was dirt and gravel with power lines running down drop the side with power lines and a few houses around. Ulah was already standing next to the payphone with the receiver hear against his eyes as he swayed. "Bjorn!" He check two directions before looking back to the bear. "Do you think they would deliver poke bowls?" The man was clearly not thinking clearly as he leaned back, staying upright by the grace of metal protected cord. "What's the number of the poke place?" Ulah widened his stance to stay up, slapped the handful of change he had fished from between the cushions down onto the lip of the phone.
Rumbling from the bear, as he explains to Ulah, "No, and I don't have my phone so I can't..find it." He thinks a moment then laughs some as he eventually thinks things through. "And... I'm a bear... I think we'd scare the driver... Maybe ask Grace to bring some?" Bjorn also is realizing he's probably going to have to shift back in a moment as drivers weren't the only people to worry about scaring. It'll be bad enough people stumbling across two drunk naked dudes, but that would just mean getting picked up by the cops. A giant polar bear on the island would get way more notice. He moves over to the pay phone and sets the keg down, then sits himself down, getting ready to shift back. He for the moment just blinks and watches Ulah, trying to think clearly.
The tide is high and ebbing.
Ulah waves his hand patting the air, "It's good, Ulah's got this. Bra, I know you're thinking this may be a good idea to shift, but Ulah knows how much a man can drink, and it is not as much as a beer." Ulah's eyes went to the phone, and he pressed down the handle once once. "I said beer..." The man started laughing, swaying on his planted feet. His fingers came off the hook and he held them on the line between himself and Bjorn as if aiming. "You are too drunk to dial, so you're going to tell me Gacy's number, and I'm going to give her directions..." He closed his non-milky eye, and scanned the immediate area, "Did we forget glasses?"
Bjorn hmms and nods at the mention of shifting. He didn't think about that... instant alcohol poisoning probably? That was always a wonder, his mass changes, would the amount of alcohol in him change with the mass? Best not risk it. At the mention of glasses he shrugs. "You said bring the beer, I can't carry more than the keg..." Phone or no phone, he did have Grace's number memorized though, and starts to convey it, somewhat slowly as conveying it in bear was somewhat more difficult, especially drunken bear.
Ulah scanned the area, seeing the keg, he stared at it with a level of suspicion reserved for cheating wives. To translate that for the sober, Ulah just stood there, his body making some exaggerated corrections to remain upright for near a minute. When the bear started conveying numbers, Ulah grinned, "You crazy bitch! Just start over, this may take a few tries." And it took a few tries, Ulah laughing, asking for Bjorn to drag the keg closer, to trying repeatedly to put pennies into the phone. And eventually, Grace's number was dialed, and her phone rang. The moment it was answered, it said 'You have a collect call from "Ulahhasyourbeargacy!" Do you accept the charges?' Ulah wrapped his arm around Bjorn's head and squeezed it to his with the phone between them.
The answer from the other end of the phone was a simple, curt, "Yes." As Grace had long since learned that dealing with automated systems required brevity and direct confirmation. She waited the requisite moments and cleared her throat softly, letting Ulah know that there was now someone on the other side of the line. "This is Grace. You have my...bear?" Grace's tone was that utterly classy, decidedly European accent personified, calm and cool on the phone no matter what she was doing herself while on the other side.
Bjorn drags the keg over to Ulah, and sits next to him as he keeps trying to dial it. He is hugged by the head to get his head close to the receiver, and as Grace speaks, Bjorn starts to purr some, happy to hear her. He shuts up though so Ulah can talk, as to his knowledge Grace doesn't understand bear.
"AAAAAYYY! Aloha, Gacy! I have very drunk, we talking kamehameha levels of--" Ulah stopped and squeezed Bjorn, "Wait, why didn't you say Grace! You have to flick the tip of tongue or else, I'm just going to get confused. You know what, hold this, Ulah has to mimi." The bear was released, and Ulah leaned as he took two steps, took hold of his tackle, and started the longest piss ever, subjectively. And that is what when the highlights of the turning vehicle flashed over Bjorn and Ulah. The car's tires locked, and the driver jerked the wheel. Ulah turned towards the light, one wave raised high in a wave, and the other still holding his streaming dick. "Aloha!" The car's tires spun out, and it raced past the drunk polar bear and the naked Ulah, swerving to avoid them. "'Ey! Ulah doesn't bite!" The man seemed insulted, bouncing on his toes to drain out the last drips of urine, and holy shit, bear nose was pretty sure that his piss was flammable. "Bjorn! Did you see those crazy haoles!? Tell Grace, wahine love to hear about life or death situations!"
"Ulah.. wa... Right." Grace's voice on the phone line was silent as she simply listened to what had to be one of the more absurd things she'd ever heard over the phone. When she recognized the sound of a bear's breathing, she sighed softly. "Darling, can you drag him back to the phone please? I need to know where you are so I can get you... and get you apparently out of traffic." Grace didn't sound upset, but her tone was very, very calm.
There was a chuff from the bear at the vehicle, and as Ulah handled it in stride, the bear face palmed, well as well as he could holding the phone. While unfortunately Grace heard growls and whines from the bear it probably felt like she was listening in to conversation between Han Solo and Chewie, as he says in bear to Ulah, "She can't understand me, but let's give her directions before those people in the car decide to come back to make sure they weren't hallucinating." Hopefully they would chalk it up to that and not bother trying to sound crazy to the cops.
Ulah was watching the car continue in the distance. "Ulah doesn't bite." The Hawaiian shook his head in disappointment, giving Bjorn a puzzled look. "What do you mean she doesn't understand bear? The person that you can call as a drunk bear is exact the sort of person that te--" The man stopped, his mouth widening in a impish smile. "AHHH! You want to keep this base, communicate with bodies, Ulah understands now." The man threw a shaka, and walked back to the phone to pick it up, leaning on Bjorn again. The phone knocked several times so Ulah could situate it between them. The Hawaiian coughed to clear his throat, pretending to be sober. "I got you. Makaha Valley road in... Makaha?" That was a question apparently, and he double checked with Bjorn in a loud whisper, "We're in Makaha, right? She knows where that is." And the phone, "Makaha, neh? We have beer, so if you know anyone that needs a hug, you remember to bring them too."
"I already send everyone that needs a hug to your bar. If there's anyone I've missed relaying that message to, I'll be sure to try to remember them on the way. At this time of the night, though, they're probably already out finding hugs of their own." Grace's tone was bemused, or maybe slightly amused despite herself. "I'm on my way. Please do not get hit by a car while you wait for me. I'll see you soon. Goodbye." Grace, as she always was, ended the phone call courteously but without any option for continuation as she hung up on her side, presumably to get into her car and speed her butt over to the Leeward side of the Island. At least she was coming from Honolulu and not the Windward side.
When Ulah was finished getting Grace directions, and she hung up, Bjorn took that time to go relieve himself as well. Hopefully his bear liver would work fast to sober him up enough to shift back so he could at least fit in Grace's car by the time she got there. A giant Polar Bear would not fit in her tiny Civic. Bjorn the man fit into it with a little work, but a bear would be no good. Strapped to the top also would probably not work, he'd crush the poor thing, never mind the notice that would bring.
Ulah grinned at the phone, aimed to hang it up and missed and almost managed to face plant, clinging to the payphone stand to stop himself from going down completely. . Watching Bjorn stalk off to take a piss, Ulah scanned the area. He hollered over to the bear, "Bjorn! Do you need to shishi? Cause I see this as an opportunity to settle a disagreement with Pele. We just need to find some woods." Gripping the metal lip, he stood up with a wave to his body. Feeling the change, he smiled drunkly, "Hey! Someone left some change! That is good karma!" Reaching out, his hand felt around the air until it found keg and he oozed over bodily, "Bjorn! I found the beer! Come over here, and share it!"
Some Time Later:
Contrary to the sound of things, Grace had been getting ready to go since she got the phone call. She hopped in the car and got it going quickly, heading out toward the leeward coast and the street Ulah had told her.
Grace had dressed to try to keep herself on the level tonight. A comfortable set of black pants, not too tight, that actually had a zipper and and pockets. The semi-cargo style of them at least made it easy for her to keep all of her shit together without needing the annoyance of a purse or wallet. A simple pair of marbled black and gray, flip-flop style sandals covered the soles of her feet with gum-soft material that managed to stay silent, and firmly attached to her appendages. For a shirt, Grace had actually gone full on with an army green tank top worn under an open, off-white, button up shirt that looked thin and airy, like it was made of linen. Her long hair had been brushed to the point it shined nearly like chrome, the dark strands shimmering individually as if she'd taken an inordinately long time preparing what seemed to be simply unfettered, waist-length, almost black hair.
When the black Honda Civic pulled up to the sidewalk near where the Bear and Ulah were busy draining a Keg, it sat for a moment, running quietly, before the window rolled down and the light came on inside, illuminating Grace clearly. "So... You called for a ride?" Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but she did project it as much as she could to be heard over... guzzling.
The tide is low and ebbing.
The keg emptying was mostly Ulah...No seriously. There comes a point where one doesn't want to be drunk anymore, and especially if one needs to become a real boy again to get home. However, as Grace showed up and mentioned a ride, the Bjorn waved a paw at her, his face brightening. Getting up he trots over to the car, moving to lick Grace's face. Looking back to Ulah he asks in bear, "Think it's safe to shift back finally? I won't fit otherwise..."
Ulah was still drinking, and didn't seem to mind that he was doing most of the heavy lifting on the keg in Bjorn's stead. His hand shot up in time to wave at Grace in time with Bjorn. "Aloha!" The man used the man to get back to his feet. "I think you need to decide for yourself if you have had time to process. Ulah, on the other hand, is going to walk to the other side of that car, pull Grace out of that car, and give her a big ol haki." He gave the bear a clap on the shoulder, grinning, "You can watch, I'm not shy." His shoulders started leaning toward the car before his feet shuffled to keep under him, and he dumped himself on the side of the car. Using his hands, he corrected himself to look into the window. "Wahine... Nani... Pono 'oe e kau ia'u ia'u" He nodded at this, reach back to gather his hair and toss it over his shoulder, giving Grace a slow nod, and a smile. "If you need beer before to loosen up, Ulah understands, he is patient."
Grace watched as the massive head of her boyfriend, the Bear, came into the car and proceeded to lick her. She shivered slightly, then turned her head to nuzzle in against his snout and gave him what could only be called one of the most surprising responses on record, she licked the inside of his upper lip. The scent of fresh, delicately vanilla scented, soap and hibiscus and lavender shampoo was soon joined with another entirely familiar scent, that of Grace, and not just Grace, but a decidedly 'readied' Grace, despite only having been licked by a bear. At least she knew the bear. When Bjorn pulled back to talk bearanise to Ulah, Grace blushed and tried subtly to squirm her way further into her seat, as if she wasn't already firmly planted in the driver's bucket. As Bjorn the Bear was replaced with Ulah the Nude, Grace blinked and forced her attention to stay above mid chest on the man, focusing on his face. "Aloha, Ulah. I don't need a beer, I'm going to be driving. That is a terrible combination. If you would like a hug, I'd be happy to give you one, though I have to inquire as to where your clothes have gone? I do have a couple of changes of Bjorn's clothes in the trunk for when he needs them in strange moments... well like this, but not like these. Would you like to borrow at least a shirt or a pair of his shorts?"
A brief look of surprise from the bear as he looked at Grace, and sniffed some at her. Still he sat and thought about shifting back as Ulah mentioned it. It took a moment, him sitting there, looking himself over a moment, but like that, the bear shifted back into being a man. Resting his paw, now hand on the side of the car, he took deep breaths, trying not to lose all those cookies and other foods he ate earlier. "Thank you for keeping me from getting burned alive Ulah, though I will have to party with you next time in a smaller dose I fear. I will surely pay for this." He works himself to his feet, waiting for Ulah to mention if he wants some clothes, and for Grace to pop the trunk to get some for himself...though the way he uses the car for support she might have to help him with that as well.
Ulah narrowed his eyes to focus them on Grace, the man seemed drunk enough that some of the most basic toddler tasks had mounted to be advanced physics. This all took time to sort out. "The solution is simple... You should turn off the car, give Ulah a hug... It would be embracing what is inside of you. Virility should never be wasted on car drives." The Hawaiian gestured to Bjorn, "Your bear is warm and gives honest hugs..." He paused to sort out where he was. "A host should never make their guest feel over or under dressed." Ulah reached back to gesture to the keg, "Come hug, drink until you forget where your clothes are, and enjoy your bear. Ulah squinted at the shifted Bjorn, "And the chance to embrace under the sky as ursa and wahine... Well, Hawaii always needs more stories like this." The man laughed happily, "Ulah does not fear the elements!" He smiled, "No'u ka hau'oli, Bjorn." The man was nearly a foot shorter than the mountain as he used the car to make his way to Bjorn, and give him another wide hug, then released him.
Grace looked at Ulah and raised her brows slightly, her head tilting just a bit to the side as if she were forcing it not to shake in the 'no' configuration. "I appreciate you not making me feel overdressed, then, Ulah, as you're definitely the host here. I've only just arrived and am decidedly the chauffeur." The car shut off and Grace opened her door, stepping out with a liquid sort of movement as her hair slipped and slid across the almost overly brushed layers of itself. She walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk with her key fob before reaching in to grab the backpack meant to be used for Bjorn's emergency clothing requirements. Once she had it unzipped, she pulled free a pair of comfortable looking board shorts for Bjorn, along with one of his beloved Tshirts, the thing large enough to be a dress on her own body. This one was simple. A pure white shirt with a baby blue logo on the front that said "Really Good At Making Bad Decisions" lightly enough it was hard to read despite the shirt being almost brand new. Grace handed the two items over to Bjorn, but gave him a once over that made her blush renew itself, especially as she was staring at Bjorn's cock while she answered Ulah with "I agree, he gives honest hugs. It's one of Bjorn's greater traits. Or at least, one of his good ones." Grace grinned, still looking at Bjorn's naughtier bits until she managed to tear her eyes away and fix them on the nude Ulah. "Ah hug, yes. I almost forgot." Grace walked over to Ulah to lift her arms up for a hug, offering the man one of her gentle smiles. "It's always a pleasure to see you, Ulah."
When Grace finally brings the clothing over to Bjorn, the big man smiles and took them, though her blushing and looking at him caused him to actually blush some himself. Eventually she moved to get some hugs from Ulah, and Bjorn took that time to get his shorts and shirt on, though moving slowly so he wouldn't fall over. Seeing the shirt gave him a chuckle, as he comments, "What an appropriate shirt for the hangover I will be suffering later most likely." Still the man smiles, waiting for Ulah to get his hugs from Grace, and offering parting hugs for him as well. "While the circumstances were not great behind it, I'm glad for the hugs and beer, thank you Ulah." To Grace he adds, "I get the feeling we have stories we're going to need to exchange." There's a wry grin as he says that though, perhaps stories is partially a euphemism considering how she was looking at him before.
Ulah's smile grew as wide as the movement of Grace's arm, and the Hawaiian spend his arms as he stepped forward to wrap the woman in his arms. He squeezed her, arching his body to lift her off the ground, and spun with her in place, a full two turns to setting up her down once. His hands rode up her arms to take the hand with the key fob. And taking her arm above her head, he spun her in place to spin her two and a half more times. "If Ulah is host, someone is overdressed, another is about to be." He picked the keys out of Grace's hand, and stepped back to swat Grace on the ass and push her onto Bjorn. "Ulah demands that you both embrace fully and without shame. The keys will be on the seat. And I... I will take this time to hug Papahanaumoku." His hand stayed on the side of the car, to lead him to the driver's seat while he dropped the keys. He turned to take several steps off the road and into the grass. Then he spread his arms wide, and just sort of crashed, face first, and unmoving with his ass towards the sky.
Grace accepted the hug, firmly giving in return as she likely knew the consequences for NOT hugging Ulah properly. She'd been on Oahu for a while, after all, and one doesn't survive here without learning to hug. The pluck up and spin had her make a slight sound of surprise, though it could have been worry for being spun around off the ground by a man clearly out of his mind with drink. Either way, once she landed safely, she squeezed Ulah once more before he departed... but then he took her keys. Grace just watched him for a few moments, decidedly worried about what he might do with the necessary objects she needed to start the car. The smack on the butt was followed by a hop forward, to avoid any more swats. When he dropped the keys on the driver's seat with explicit instructions as to what she had to do before she could get them back, Grace gave an expression somewhere between a grimace and a grin, what one might imagine someone would do if they grinned over gritting teeth. Finally, she just walked up to Bjorn and slid her arms around his now clothed torso, tucking herself into him fully and without any regrets, because now she got to at least feel him against her. It was not entirely soothing, but it was somewhat satisfying for whatever was eating at her hard enough to make her libido so outrageously forward. "I don't mind the hug, but I'm even more happy that he didn't throw the keys down a well where we would never find them again."
The tide is low and slack.
Feeling Grace against him was a comfort, like being home. It was more than that, especially considering something did have her libido up, and Bjorn could sense that, smell and just knowing Grace, as she knew him. But still, first and foremost she was home to him, his rock. As he held her tight to him, kissing the top of her head, a tenseness that he was carrying abated some, something that even all the drink didn't fully get rid of. "Me too. Sorry to call drunkenly, and late. Did you want to drive home? We can...discuss things then..." He rubbed her back and added, "Or earlier if we feel we can't wait." His breath was warm against her scalp as he kisses the top of her head again in the hug, before adding, "Missed you so much."
To see what happened to Casia, Max, Matthew, and Nia, please feel free to read the log: Wisped Away
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