Way, way up in the north was a small village that rested deep in the frozen tundra.  It was so far removed from the rest of the world that it was incredibly rare for any to visit and it was even more uncommon for anyone in the village to brave the frigid winds and relentless snowfall to even consider leaving.  In a way, the villagers felt like they lived within the confines of a snowglobe, their home cut off from everything around them by a barrier that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.  This was where they lived.  This was the village of Iycburg.
        The population of the village was incredibly small.  Counting every anthropomorphic bear, fox, wolf, dog, cat and any others who lived there, the population was barely over fifty.  At one time, the population had been over a hundred, but the previous year had been especially harsh with terrible weather and sickness.  Many perished, including every last of the females.
Not only did the loss of so many create a gaping hole of despair in everyone’s hearts, but it deprived them all of the basic need of love, affection, and intimacy, that nobody in the village could now receive.  This was because the act of homosexuality had been taboo in the village for generations and it was believed that the Gods themselves would strike down any who dared partake in such conduct.  Even the practice of self-pleasuring through masteurbation was against the rules.  Many were too afraid to even reach down to touch their crotch for pleasure or otherwise.
And so an era of absolute chastity went on for days then weeks, and finally months.  The males were left full of desire, but starved of pleasure.  Without the fairer sex around to scratch an itch none of them were allowed to, the villagers had no choice but to bottle up their lust and endure.  This left nearly all of them detached and despondent.  Because of this, the whole village became a lot colder as a result.  The weather even turned that much more bitter as it unleashed a hellish volley of ice and snow to pelt the village harsher than ever before.
Days passed and the storm persisted, refusing to let up or even leave the vicinity.  The villagers did their best to endure, shoveling the snow and digging their village out, but their efforts amounted to very little.  More snow took the place of what was tossed aside and then even more snow was added on top of that too.  Before long it was becoming clear that in a matter of weeks, if not only days, the entire village would be dead by the wrath of the frozen north.  Even so, they just continued to live out their days, struggling against both the cold and their own horniness.


        In one old, wooden cabin in the village lived two bears.  One was a bushy-furred brown bear named Murray and the other a sleek and shiny-furred polar bear named Cole.  The two were the best of friends for as long as either could remember.  Just having their best bear bud at their side helped them through these bone-chilling and teeth-chattering times.
        As they both awoke to another icy cold morning with all day snow in the forecast, they both yawned and stretched from their respective rooms before sleepily stumbling into the living room.  With a big yawn escaping their throats, they greeted one another.  “Mooorning,” they said in unison before stretching their arms over their heads to loosen up their muscles a bit more and finally get their blood pumping to truly start the day.
        “Heya, Murray,” said Cole, now that he was more awake then asleep.  “What ya in the mood to have for breakfast?”
        “Flapjacks are always welcome,” Murray answered with a rub to his belly, feeling it rumble with hunger.  “Provided we can get a fire going to bake them.”
        “I picked us up some fresh kindling from the woodcutter yesterday,” Cole told his friend.  “It’s nice ‘n dry so we should have a mighty good chance of sparking a fire to cook with.  It’ll also be nice to warm this place up and melt the frost off our furry hides.”
        “My rump could use a good thawning,” joked Murray as he rubbed his rear and got a chuckle from his polar pal.  “Well, what are we waiting for?”  Salivating, the brown bear as he slid his tongue across his lips.  “I’m wasting away to nothing over here.”
        “I highly doubt that,” teased Cole as he patted his friend’s gut to make it wobble a little.  “Yeah, you ain’t starving any time soon, buddy.”
        “Like you’re one to talk,” chuckled Murray as he entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet.  Finding a pouch of pancake mix in it, he retrieved it and then proceeded to the fridge to do the same with a jug of milk and a couple of eggs.
        “True,” he admitted, grabbing a bowl and spatula from the cabinet.  Placing the bowl on the counter, he let Murray pour in the ingredients and then he started to mix them together.  “But we need all this padding ta stay warm in this icebox of a village.”
        “Tell me about it,” shivered the brown bear as he grabbed a big hot plate and carried it over to the fireplace.  “Someday I’d like to move to some place a lot warmer than this.  One with lots of palm trees or maybe cactuses and the only ice is on snow cones.”
        “You’re gonna have ta make your way through a hundred miles of coneless snow and ice, ta do dat,” commented Cole as he scraped at the bottom of the bowl to make sure he had all the powder properly mixed with the milk and eggs.  “And when ya do, take me with ya.”
        “Gladly,” he smiled as he placed the hot plate over the fireplace and then leaned down to where the ashes and burnt logs were in the fireplace.
        Cole put the bowl and spatula to the side and opened the fire box to grab some fresh logs to toss into the fireplace.  Along with that, he tossed in some dried grass to help the fire along once they started some embers.  “Ready to make fire?”
        “Hope we can,” replied Murray as he took a tool that was a stick with a drawstring attached to it.  Placing the tip of the stick on one of the logs he started to tug on the string to quickly spin it.  When the string became taught, Murray held onto it as he let it wind itself up again before pulling it out again.  This allowed the stick to create a lot of friction and heat against the log, urging the wood to start to smoke and birth and a flame.  Watching the little flicker appear, he carefully pushed some dried grass over to it to help feed the fire and help it to begin its growth into a hot, roaring fire for the two of them to bake their flapjacks over.
        Watching his friend work, Cole soon spotted a little trail of smoke rising up as Murray cared for it.  Leaning in, the polar bear took a small breath and started to blow air towards the logs to help feed the flames as well.  With the flame starting to burn well on its own, Murry resumed his job of drilling the stick into the log faster and faster to create more flames to join together with the first.
        “Just a lil more,” panted Cole as he exhaled bigger breaths of air, desperate to make sure the flame didn’t die on them after they had come so far.
        “What I wouldn’t give for some matches and lighter fluid,” sighed Murray as he stopped doing his task now that they had a large enough flame to work with.  Placing the tool down, he rubbed his sore palms.  “It would be a hell of a lot easier on my paws than having to do this and hope it works.”
        “You just rest those pawsies of yours and enjoy the warmth,” Cole said, giving his lungs a short rest before blowing at it some more.  “Looks like we’ve got a good fire going this time.”
        “Sounds good to me,” smiled Murray as he reclined back, using his arms to support his body as he basked in the slowly growing fire.  His belly let out a little grumble, excited for the breakfast to come.
        With his lungs ready for more, Cole resumed blowing, stoking the fire more and more as it spread over the logs and turned the dried grass to ashes.  “A bit more and then the fire should be fully lit,” he thought to himself as he readied one more good breath of air.  Puckering his lips, he got ready to blow just as the flames suddenly flared up right in his face.  Reflexively, Cole shielded his face with his arm and turned his head.  With his cheeks still bulging with air, he slowly let it out of his maw, not realizing his muzzle was aimed directly at his friend’s crotch.  By the time he realized what he was doing, his cheeks were already deflated and empty.  A low murr slipped out of Murray’s maw as his lips curled with delight at what he had just experienced.
        The two then gazed at one another, an embarrassed look on the polar bear’s face at doing such a thing to his friend and a look of bliss of the brown bear’s for receiving it.  No dialogue was exchanged between them, but the look they gave one another told them all they needed to know.  Cole had a nervous expression as he worried he had unintentionally did something wrong.  Murray wore a look of bliss like what Cole had just done was nothing but wonderfully right.
Cautiously taking another breath, Cole exhaled his warm, soft breath against his friend’s crotch, intentionally this time, stirring more lust out of him.  Leaning forward now, Murray hugged his friend’s head keeping it in place as he encouraged more warm air from him.  All the while they did this, the fire in the fireplace burned even bigger, quickly covering over every last log and warming up the room till every last bit of chill was gone.
Murring a little himself, Cole kept on breathing bigger and bigger breaths between his friend’s legs, raising brown bear’s arousal higher and higher as it caused a stirring in his loins and urged his cock out of its sheath.  As the tip poked against the polar bear’s nose, Cole blushed some more and stopped.
        “Uh, do ya think we got a little carried away?” asked the white-furred bear as he couldn’t stop staring at his friend’s junk.
        “Maybe we did, a little,” admitted Murray as he released his friend’s head so he could sit upright again.  “You don’t think I’ll get in trouble for getting a boner, do you?”
        “The rules here are very strict,” stated Cole as he gazed at the pink rod standing at an angle, aimed right at him.  Just staring at it made his heart thump hard in his chest and had his paw hovering close to his own groin.  “But… I don’t think there is anything against getting hard, so long as no touching is involved.”
        “And blowing doesn’t count?” asked Murray, wanting to be very sure about that.
        “Well, nobody knows about this, save for us,” pointed out Murray.  “And I certainly won’t tell anyone you got a boner… but…”  Cole turned his head as he scratched an itch on his nose.  Gritting his teeth, he attempted to resist the growing desire within him.
        “But what?” asked Murray, this the first time he had ever seen his friend appear so flustered.  The brown bear never felt quite like how he did now either.
        “I was just thinking that if somehow someone did find out about this I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble… all alone.  So… maybe… you could do the same for me?”
        “You want me to…” questioned Murray, eyes widening as Cole nodded his head eagerly.  “On your… With my…”  Cole nodded even faster, failing to show how badly he wanted it done.  “I-I guess I could, but only so you won’t feel guilty if I get in trouble.”
        “I know I’ll feel a lot better if you do,” Cole stated as he watched with delight in his eyes as his friend leaned down, to his crotch.  Cole spread his legs, providing his friend all the room he needed to help get him hard, not hiding how much he was really yearning for this.  Murray barely had to provide more than a couple warm breaths before Cole’s dick poked out and became just as hard as his, the polar bear already greatly turned on by the situation they found themselves in.
        Looking down at his stiffy, like it was the first time he ever had a boner, Cole gazed at it like he had been reunited with a long lost friend.  The flames in the fire roared even more fiercely as his dick twitched a little and sent small ripples of pleasure throughout the polar bear’s body.  Cole felt tempted to reach down and rub it with his paws, but he already knew that while getting hard in such a manner was a debatable sin, merely touching his stiffy with such lust in mind, even using a single claw, was violating the taboo.  As much as he wanted to throw caution to the wind and do as he pleased, Cole stayed his paw and Murray did the same.
        “Well, we’re both rule breakers now,” stated Cole, smiling at his friend, like it wasn’t something to dread.
        “If what we did was technically a violation,” Murray reminded him.  “Plus nobody else knows about it, so we’re safe.  So, what shall we do now?”
        “That’s a good question,” replied Cole, leaning forwards, toward the brown bear, his eyes locked onto his.  “Got any ideas?”
        “Maybe one,” smirked Murray as he leaned in too, forehead pressing against forehead and nose rubbing against nose.  “Are you thinking what I am?”
        “I think I’m thinking what you think I’m thinking,” murred Cole.
        “What?” snickered Murray, not sure what his friend had said, but they both began laughing heartily.  The bear duo felt ready to let the flaring up passions they felt take hold and lose themselves in them.  Lips puckering, they felt ready to make out, their bodies so toasty warm to the point they were actually sweating while the world outside their cottage seemed like a literal frozen Hell.
        Lips mere inches from one another, the flames in the fireplace suddenly roared fiercely, turning the burning logs completely into ash before billowing out a thick cloud of soot at them, blackening half their bodies as the flames died out.  Looking at once another, they realized that after all that they had forgotten to have breakfast.
        “Uh, guess we got a bit carried away there,” admitted Cole with a nervous chuckle.
        “Heheh, we sure did,” laughed Murray, also realizing how close they were to violating the most sacred rules of their village.  “Guess we gotta start all over now.”
        “Looks that way,” the polar bear nodded.  “Well, we better hurry and get something to eat.  It’s almost time to go out to work and I need some fuel in my belly.”
        “And hopefully these boners of ours will go away before then too,” commented Murray as he grabbed his fire starter tool while Cole retrieved a few more logs.  “Anyway, let’s try that again.”


        Later on, with their bellies full, Cole and Murray left their home.  With shovels in hand, they were out to help shovel the snow off the walkways of the village.  Trudging their way through the knee deep snow, they headed for their assigned spot.  Moving along, side-by-side, they rubbed their tummies, contently, with big smiles on their faces that came from more than just an enjoyable meal.  However, while those two were grinning ear to ear, the other villagers observing them, as they passed by, didn’t look happy at all.
“Hey, Cole,” whispered Murray as he turned back at everyone they had walked past and saw that every last one was glaring at them.  “Is it me or is everyone giving us the stink eye?”
“If it’s you then it has to be me too,” he replied, pushing in his gut to peek at his dick, still hard from earlier.  “Cause I’m getting that same feeling too.  You don’t think they’re angry because of these, do ya?”
“Boners aren’t forbidden on their own, but they can imply plenty of things that are,” commented Murray as the number of villagers watching them kept increasing.  “Plus, it probably doesn’t help that we’re walking so close together.  Maybe if we put a little space between ourselves they’ll stop staring.”
“That sounds like an idea,” nodded Cole and they both took a step away from one another.  However, as they did, they felt a tug at their paws.  They both turned to look at what they got snagged by and they just stared in disbelief when they found their digits had become laced together.
“Did you do that?” wondered Murray.
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.  “Are you sure it’s not you?”
“I-I’m not really sure myself,” Murray admitted blushing at this increasingly awkward situation.  Seeing his fingers wrapped around his friend’s, he couldn’t help but feel turned on by it.  Looking at Cole’s face, he saw that he felt the same.  Peeking at everyone else in the village, their angry eyes confirmed that they thought very differently about this whole matter.  “Let’s just try and get our hands free for reals this time.”
Attempting once more to separate, they began to pull and tug their hands apart, however, in response, their digits only bound them tighter.  Such a sight only upset everyone around them further, their glaring as icy cold as the frigid wind blowing against them.  It hit them so hard that they were constantly wrapping their arms around their shoulders to rub them while their bodies shivered from the arctic temperatures.
“Well, that didn’t work,” Cole told his brown bear friend.  “Let’s just hurry up and get to work.”
“Right behind you,” nodded Murray.  “Or, rather, beside you.”  Together the two started to run to their destination, at first with their fingers still clinging together, but soon with their hands grasped together.  As they hurried over the snowy ground, the frost bite-stinging cold below their feet started to warm up and change to the cool squishing sensation of slush under their soles.  They even started to feel some splashing as much of the snow had changed back into a liquid and managed to stay that way for some time despite the coldness urging everything it could to freeze.
Finally reaching their digging spot, the two bears finally released their hold on one another.  They then took their shovels in both paws to start scooping up the snow.  Stabbing the head of it into the frozen ground, they attempted to pull as much of the ice and snow as they could to clear as much of the pathway as they could.  The two managed moderately sized shovelfuls with each attempt at digging up all that endless snow.  However, with the fierce winds and the nonstop snowfall, all their work was erased before they could plunge their shovels back into the snow.  Despite how futile it was, they kept at it as they felt the weather smother them with its icy embrace and attempt to rob them of their warmth.
“W-We do this d-dumb shoveling day af-after day,” shivered Cole as he attempted to speak.  “B-But we never actually reach the gr-ground underneath.  I don’t think I even know what color the ground is.  It’s purple, I think.”
“I can’t remember the last time I saw the ground either,” admitted Murry as he attempted to toss more snow to the side, but the wind caught it and blew it right back to where it started, like it was some pesky kid causing trouble.  “But I seriously doubt it was purple.”
“Well, orange is my second guess then,” he replied, getting a chuckle out of his friend.  “That wasn’t a joke, but I’m glad I was able to make you laugh.”
“Whatever it was, it certainly lifted my mood after getting all those cold stares as well as doing all this futile work,” explained Murray.  “It hasn’t stopped snowing here in forever and no matter how hard we try, eventually this whole village is gonna get buried beneath white powder.”
“Well, seeing as how we’re only slightly delaying the inevitable,” commented Cole as he dropped his rear down on a soft snow bank and rested against it.  “Why don’t we take a lil break?”
“That might not be the best idea,” replied Murray, seeing his friend stretch and yawn as he made himself comfy and tempted him to want to do the same.  “A lot of the villagers were upset at us for our erections a short while ago.  Lazing about is only going to upset them even more.”
“It’ll only be for five minutes,” he replied.  “Besides, what could we accomplish in five minutes that the storm would undo in half that time?”
“That is true,” Murray conceded as he rubbed his chin and looked down at his friend, his eyes mostly focused on his hardon that remained as stiff as his own.  “I think I may join you.”
“Well, come take a load off,” offered Cole as he patted the snow beside him.  “There’s plenty of ice and snow to freeze both our rumps off.”
“Heheh.  Sounds cool to me,” joked Murray as he sat down beside his friend.  “Actually it doesn’t feel that cold.  Not like a rump half buried in snow usually does.”
“Yeah,” Cole nodded and blushed as he spoke.  “My cheeks feel only a bit chilled, but my lap feels snuggly warm.  It’s very weird, but very nice all the same.  I’m actually a bit tempted to even…”  As he said that last part his paw hoved down over his crotch, his digits coming dangerously close to touching his erection.  Seeing his friend was one dick touch away from breaking the village taboo, Murray hurried to intervene, thrusting his arm to block the polar bear’s claws.  He succeeded in stopping him, but in doing so he found his own palm gripped to his friend’s junk.
“I-I didn’t mean to,” worried Murray as he saw his friend’s dick in his paw.  “I didn’t mean to break the taboo.”
“Technically, you haven’t,” murred Cole, a blissful look on his face as he felt his dick getting touched for the first time ever.
“I haven’t?” asked Murray, not letting go of his friend’s willie even though he had no reason to cover it up anymore.
“Well, there are a lot of strict rules on what we can and can’t do,” he pointed out.  “But I don’t recall merely touching another’s dick, hard or otherwise, being a part of the can’ts.”
“That’s really grasping at straws,” stated Murray bluntly.  “You do know that.”
“Yes, I do,” he smirked.  “And I also know that you’re still holding onto my dick.”
“Oh, w-well, I got distracted,” Murray blushed.  “Here.  I’ll let go of it.”
“No,” cooed Cole as he rubbed the back of the brown bear’s paw.  “That’s not what you want to say, is it?”  Staring into his friend’s eyes, Murray slowly shook his head.  “What do you want to say?”
“Your dick,” he admitted, blushing more.  “It’s so warm and I bet this feels so nice having it held.  Would you hold my dick as well?”
“Only cause you asked,” Cole said as he reached over and took Murray’s dick in paw, hearing his friend murr as he did.  “You were right.  It is warm.”
“And it does feel nice having it touched,” sighed Murray with bliss.  “This is nice.”
“You know what might be even nicer?” commented the polar bear as the brown bear looked to him curiously.  “This.”  Gently, he started to rub his friend’s cock, sending waves of pleasure from his crotch throughout his body.
“C-C-Cole,” he stuttered, his dick twitching at such wonderful bliss flowing through him, making his heart beat faster.  “Now that is something that is very much taboo here.  You’re gonna get us both in a lot of trouble for doing that.”
“Looks like we already are,” he chuckled as the eyes of practically the entire village were on them now, all glaring at what the two bears had been doing so shamelessly out in public.  Murray and Cole turned to look at them, wondering what they would do to them, but they just rubbed their shoulders and shivered as they continued to watch disapprovingly.  “Uh, but if we just did a big no-no then why aren’t they doing anything about it?”
“Well, I don’t really know what the punishment for this is since nobody has ever broken the taboo before,” admitted Murray.  “So maybe none of them know what it is either.”
“Heheh, that’s pretty funny,” the polar bear laughed.  “So, before they figure something out, why don’t we keep going?  We’re already in trouble so doing more can’t possibly make things worse for us.”
“No arguing with that,” smirked Murray, well aware of what his white-furred friend wanted from him.  Slowly, the brown bear started to wank his friend’s cock off, offering him the same forbidden pleasure that he was receiving.
“Murr,” enjoyed Cole as he felt those soft paw pads caress against his pink rod, filling him with lust unlike any he had ever known before.  “So, this is what breaking long-upheld taboos feels like?  If I’d have known it was this good I would have broken it a long time ago.”
Murray chuckled as he conversed with his friend, the two bears enjoying the pleasure they were getting from one another.  Though the other villagers continued to look on at them with revulsion in their eyes, they just continued to do nothing but give them icy stares.  Murray and Cole, however, didn’t seem to mind that or the cold in the least bit as they focused on one another another, nuzzling cheek to cheek as the warmth coming from their crotches spread to their whole bodies and filled them with a wonderful heat.
Murring and panted lustfully, the two bears suddenly found themselves jerking one another off faster and faster.  Their dicks twitched and throbbed as pre started to ooze out.  Their stiffies were excited to finally put their secondary function use.  The bears moaned more as they felt their climaxes were getting near.
Breathing harder as they snuggled close, the two friends could feel themselves getting hotter and hotter to the point the frigid winds blowing in their faces felt more like a refreshing Summer’s breeze to them.  Even more amazing was what was happening to the snow they were sitting around.  It was a few feet high, resting atop a thick layer of ice that completely covered earth below it.  For long as anyone could remember, it had been impossible for anyone to dig through that hard-as-steel, frozen water and gaze at the bare ground, but, now, as Murray and Cole fapped one another off, all those layers of ice and snow were easily evaporating into steam.
“So the ground is brown and green?” asked Cole, once they broke through to see the topsoil covered over in grass.  “I never would have guessed.”
“Me neither,” Murray admitted as the two of them conversed as more and more snow vanished from around their area till they were sitting in a huge puddle of lukewarm water.  “But it looks like our whole section is finished.  Guess we’re done here.”
“Not quite,” smirked Cole as he started jerking off Murray’s dick faster, pushing his friend to the edge for a climax.  In return, the brown bear did the same to the polar bear.  With loud cries of bliss, that alerted the entire village to their lustful endeavor, they shot out globs of seed that managed some impressive distance to where the snow hadn’t started to melt yet.  Though unintentional, the two had ended up shooting their loads at the same spot and as the goopy substance began to run, it ended up taking on the appearance of a mishappen heart.  Seeing such a thing made the two bears chuckle before they gazed into one another’s eyes far more deeply than they ever had before.
“Done now?” asked Murray as the two of them started to move closer to embrace one another.
“What do you think?” breathed Cole as they hugged one another tightly and locked lips for a deep passionate kiss.  More of the ice and snow around them melted.  There was now a whole meter-wide radius that was void of the white powder.  Any falling snow vanished as soon as it hit an invisible wall of heat that surrounded the two lovestruck bears.  Even the deep puddle of water that had been created from the snow and ice that had melted earlier had vanished, evaporating into the air.  To everyone who saw this, it was an unbelievable sight, one that was on par with the two bears now intertwined in amour.
“We’re only just beginning,” answered Murray once their lips parted and they just continued to sit together in one another’s loving embrace, doing so for as long as they both desired.
Meanwhile, while many of their fellow villagers remained as frigid as ever  as they stared at the two same sex lovers, some had cautiously made their way over to them, stopping as they reached where the cold ended and the hot began.  Nervously, they extended a paw over to it, acting like they too would also melt and evaporate into the air if they didn’t stay on the frozen side of things.  “It’s so warm,” they thought calmly as they felt such a sensation for the first time in their lives.


        The night was as frigid as ever in Iycburg, but for Cole and Murray, their home and lives had never felt as hot as they did now.  Quickly moving around their home, they gathered all the belongings that they could cram into their backpacks and then stuffed their faces with the biggest meal they could whip up on such short notice.
        “That was some good eating,” commented Cole, post meal, as he rubbed his bulging gut to help soothe it.  “I never ate so well in my life.”
        “You never said that about my cooking before,” smiled Murray as he gathered up the scraps of their meal and tossed them away.  “Usually you would say something like ‘it was aight’ or mumble something while your maw was still stuffed with food.”
        “Well, that was before ‘you’ and ‘I’ became, well, ‘we,’” he blushed, scratching his head as he said it.  “So, I figure I should show my appreciation for all you do, like eat all the meals you cook and give you my compliments when I finish.”
        “That’s sweet, but you shouldn’t feel obligated to tell me how yummy my food is,” Murray chuckled.  “And you’ve always been a champ at packing it away.”  Bringing his paw down, Murray helped Cole relax his belly.  “It might be a little nice if you held back a bit from time to time so I could eat a bit more, though that’s like asking the time to stand still.  Buuuut… if you want to show me your appreciation, you could help clean up after we eat and maybe give me a paw to keep our home tidy too.”
        “Whoa now,” interrupted Cole.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  Baby steps.”
        “Yeah, cleaning up together is a pretty advanced exercise for a married couple to undertake, even after their fifth year of marriage.  We’ve just become an item only a few hours ago, so we should just stick with the basics, hugging and smooching.”
        “I think I can handle that,” grinned Cole as Murray leaned in to hug the polar bear and together they locked lips for a burning hot kiss of passion.  “Mmm~ Very nice.  Now, how long till we get to love making cause I’ve been yearning to make some love forever now.”
“As soon as we find a new place to live,” the brown bear reminded his white-furred friend.  “After all, we can’t live here anymore, seeing as we practically smashed the taboo with a mallet in front of everyone.”
“Yeah,” sighed Cole.  “We’ve lived in this village all our lives and made a lot of good memories.  I suppose I should feel sad that we’ll never get to see this place again, but, when I think about it, all the best memories I have are with you, so I know that so long as we’re together who needs this dump of a snow cone machine.  Now, let’s go find someplace warmer.”
“That doesn’t really narrow it down much,” joked Murray.  “That still leaves pretty much everywhere else in the world but here.”
“Some place a lot, lot warmer,” he told his mate.  “A hot, tropical paradise.  One with palm trees or cactuses or even palmtuses.”
“Paltuses?” questioned Murray, tilting his head.  “Like prickly palm trees?”
“Uh, I guess so,” he nodded.
“You have the weirdest ideas sometimes,” giggled Murray.  “Ya big goofball.”
“Well, I may be a goofball, but I’m your goofball, ya know,” Cole pointed out.
“I do and maybe that’s what I’m into,” he smiled.  “Now come on.  Our packing is done and our bellies are full.  Time for us to get going and the sooner we do the better.”
“Right behind you,” said Cole, finally getting up and grabbing his backpack.
After one last quick look around their cottage, they headed for the door and stepped out.  Upon entering the outside world, all the toasty warmness in their home followed them, melting all the snow and ice around them, allowing the two bears to step only onto dry grassy earth.  All around them, still staring in disdain was the rest of the village, shivering from the cold as they waited for the two sinners to take their leave.
“So long everybody,” waved Cole, neither him nor Murray bothered by the way they stared down at them.  Paws gripped tightly together, the two of them made their way forward.  All the cold and frost in their way vanishing from sight, like it cowered in the face of their burning passion for one another.
With the cold and not even the endless storm able to impede them, the two bears were able to quickly exit the village and continue forward, a vibrate green path was left behind in their wake.  Even after they had gone from the village and were out of sight, that green path still lingered with enough heat to keep snow from piling onto it, for a short while longer.
The shivering villagers remained silent throughout Cole and Murray’s departure, but they had watched it through its entirety.  Now, they remained with their gaze fixated on the warm pathway they had left behind.  Minutes passed and soon specks of snow started to collect on it.  Seeing the path, the way out of the village slowly started to vanish, a few of the villagers started to make their way towards it.  They gathered on the edge of the grassy walkway before pausing.  They all then turned to lock eyes with someone else.  The one they looked at was also looking back at them.  They didn’t say anything to one another, but a small smile did finally reveal itself on their faces before they stepped on the grassy path, doing so two at a time.
“So nice,” they all thought, reveling in that wonderful warmth.
The pairings continued to gaze at one another just as Cole and Murray did.  Smiling a bit bigger as a long absent glint of happiness twinkled in their eyes.  Paw grasping paw, they began to walk down the grass path together, all eager to reach a hotter climate.