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The Gift of Giving (Winter 2010 Request for Raemon)

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Keywords gay 73331, husky 20886, raccoon 19689, the 14044, christmas 8978, gift 6726, of 5082, micro 4903, request 4871, winter 3284, 2010 297, dribble 198, microphilia 170, december 123, giving 74, mode 42, raemon 5
As the commotion rose at the other end of the bar, Mode did his best to ignore it. Few things were more frustrating to get involved in than the quarreling actions of a collection of drunks. And drunk jocks on top of it all, if their clothes and formidable musculature were anything to go by. The bartender, a friendly bear by the name of Dave, had gone backdoors for something, and there was currently no one supervising.

Instead, the raccoon took another sip of his drink, debating whether a second beer was a good idea at this point. On one hand, being able to drive was quite certainly a necessary requisite for leaving, as he had no intention of walking the four miles of road between Dave’s bar near the edge of town and his home out in the woods. On the other hand, however, he felt an inspirational urge to buy another delicious foaming pint of the bear’s homemade brew. Something about the taste always made his taste buds cry out in rapture and his tongue delight.

When his ponderous drink-buying thoughts were interrupted by yet another round of deep-voiced, annoyingly raucous laughter, Mode decided that he was far too curious to keep wondering about what was going on that could be so funny. Standing up, he made his way over, leaning curiously over the counter and looking around a particularly large wolf to see what the source of their entertainment was.

He was rather surprised to see that it was a micro, a white and grey husky in particular, and he was in quite a bad situation.

As he watched, one of the lions puffed at his cigarette, leaned in closely, and slowly wheezed out a cloud of smoke that enveloped the tiny canine and made him start coughing. This was enough to merit another round of laughter, and Mode frowned in annoyance at their lack of empathy, able to see the tiny tears in their victim’s eyes as he gagged on the thick, odorous smoke that had been blown at him.

Suddenly, and without warning, the bear that was nearly blocking Mode’s view snatched up the defenseless little man, dropping him into a glass of beer that was hopefully the bear’s own. The husky took a moment to react, surfacing and moving his limbs to stay afloat in the glass even as he sputtered and looked up at his bullies. The bear put a finger on the tiny dog’s head and pushed, submerging the husky in the beer again and smirking as he easily overcame the micro’s frantic resistance, chuckling as bubbles of air rose from his victim’s mouth.

Mode had had enough. He smacked the bear’s hand away and grabbed the husky, trying to be as gentle and yet as quick as possible. The surprised, drunk jocks were sluggish to react, but when they turned, Mode realized that he was about to receive a rather brutal beating for disrupting their fun. He closed his eyes, bracing himself to be punched... and heard the sound of a shotgun being pumped.

like, and I forget this happened. Make a choice.”

There was a tense moment, where silence hung in the air as the two sides eyed each other. Mode prepared to make a quick retreat as one of the lions looked at him out of the corner of his eye, apparently trying to decide whether a fight was worth it. Luckily, it wasn’t.

As he watched the last muscle-bound drunk step out, the raccoon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He turned and gave Dave a smile, trying to play it off. “Thanks for that, Dave. I really appreciate it.”

The bear chuckled and leaned across the counter, placing a thick hand on Mode’s shoulder. “Hey. You were standing up for someone in trouble. I couldn’t just let you get hurt for that, now could I?”

Suddenly, as if all memory of the event had faded and was at that instant rushing back to him, he recalled the source of the stare-down. He opened his fist and looked at the small husky who lay in his palm. Apparently he’d fallen unconscious at some point and now, drenched in beer, was sleeping softly in the raccoon’s hand. Mode looked worriedly at the husky, knowing that the micro likely had nowhere to go. He’d just saved his new roommate.

~ = = = = = {} = = = = = ~

Raemon awoke with a frantic scream, panting for breath. His last moments of consciousness had involved drowning in beer, and it took him a while to collect himself and assume some semblance of calm. His rapidly beating heart slowed down as he tried not to think about how he had nearly drowned in a macro’s drink, shuddering both in fear and at the thought that he couldn’t get out of his head.

After a few deep breaths, the micro looked at his surroundings, wondering where he now was. It appeared to be a small apartment, and luckily one that smelled much less of alcohol than his previous location. In fact... he sniffed his semi-wet fur... yes, the only alcoholic smell was the one that was coming from him, and for obvious reasons. His last few memories had involved swimming in a glass of beer.

Where was he? He noticed that he was lying on a rather comfy pillow, which in turn was on a couch in a giant room, and that he was covered with what appeared to be a cotton scarf; that hardly seemed like actions his brutish captors would take. So who then? Had he been found out in the street and taken in to be used as some sort of toy? Was he going to be sold to someone for a measly number of bucks like a piece of property? He’d had enough experience in both, and had come to distrust macros for it. And so the husky sat there, shivering slightly in the cold air, and awaited his new captor’s arrival. He didn’t expect it to sneak up on him, literally.

“How are you doing?”

With a sharp cry of surprise, Raemon all but leapt into the air, his fur standing on end as he turned around to stand face-to-face with someone he didn’t recognize. Due to the collective forces of nearly drowning in beer and extreme distress, he hadn’t glimpsed his would-be savior’s face in the last moments of consciousness, and so he was extremely confused as he looked up at the raccoon.

“Wh-who are you?” he blurted out, nervously and with some fear in his voice. He didn’t look like any of the men who’d captured him, nor like someone they might hang out with. Still... Better safe than sorry.

His confused words were returned with an equally confused expression. “... Um, well, I’m Mode. I... I’m the guy who saved you. I got you away from those jerks at the bar, and since I didn’t really know where you lived, or if you even had a place to live... Well... I brought you back to my place to keep you safe while you were unconscious.” As he spoke, his eyes were constantly on Raemon as if expecting him to panic or flip out at any moment.

In fact, the little husky was doing his best not to do just that. This stranger might have shown some kindness, but that didn’t mean he could be utterly trusted just for one small deed. He’d fallen asleep with lungs full of beer and woken up in a stranger’s house. He clenched the scarf tighter around his shivering body, as if the cold air in the room had just come rushing towards him, and asked, “Now what’s going to happen to me?”

“That’s entirely your choice. If you do have a home with someone, I’ll gladly take you to them so you can be together again. I know what it’s like being alone, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not this time of the year.” What, this time? Was something special going on in the world of normal-sized people? “Or, if you live by yourself, or don’t have anywhere to go...” The raccoon hesitated, and Raemon’s ears perked curiously as he listened to whatever the giant had to say. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I-if you want, that is.”

Stay? Here? In the house of a giant? Any other circumstance, and the mere mention alone of such an idea would have made the husky balk. And yet, his mind was entertaining the idea, no matter how alien it seemed. Why? Was it the simple act of charity he’d opened with, by saving his life and his body from being the plaything of a bunch of drunken jocks? Was it his warm, inviting eyes, or the soft grin on his muzzle? Was it perhaps the promise of a comfortable house and relaxed living after years on the street, or was it something more? Or did the reasoning even matter?

Here he was, a youthful husky micro, with only a few years of experience alone by himself in the harsh, unforgiving world of alleys and sewer tunnels, and here was someone who was kind, gentle, and polite enough to offer him shelter, if only for a while.

So it came as no surprise to him when he nodded his head and spoke.

“I could try living here, I guess. It has been getting worse out, and I’m still recovering from when you found me.” His head was pounding, and even sitting up he felt dizzy. He lay back into the soft, comforting layers of the scarf and looked up at Mode, smiling slightly up at him. “Thank you...” he murmured, still quite timid around the giant who could easily do with him whatever he wanted.

With those two little words spoken, Raemon once drifted off into a world of sleep, hoping that he hadn’t just been dreaming and that when he next awoke, the world would be just as warm and inviting...

~ = = = = = {} = = = = = ~

Over the course of the next day, Mode learned his young new friend’s name and much more; they became closer in a few hours than most friends became in months, thanks in no small part to Raemon’s dependence upon the sweet, gentle giant who he’d been so lucky to meet in his hour of need. And so it was that on the evening of December 24th, one day after encountering the little husky, Mode showed Raemon the Christmas spirit and what the holiday meant.

In his years, the micro had seen many trees: trees in fall, trees in spring, trees in winter, short trees, tall trees, red trees, green trees, and more. But none of them, none of them compared to a Christmas tree. Like a dazzling tower of color it loomed over him, monolithic, glittering with its ornaments and utterly breathtaking. It was a sight he had never seen before, and one he thought, at that moment, he might never find something to compare to.

Except, perhaps, for his new friend who had shown him these things. Raemon found the raccoon to be quite attractive, from his soft, bodily warm fur to the deep brown eyes that he could happily stare back at for hours. This single person had given him so much without even asking for anything in return, something else that he’d never experienced before. So it was that Mode gently held the husky in his hands, lightly cuddling him against the warmth of his chest as the Christmas tree twinkled nearby. In the micro’s hands was the last remnant of a chocolate cookie ( “I don’t think Santa will mind if you have one,” Mode had said as he’d taken it from the plate ) that he was happily devouring, and the air was filled with the sweet sounds of Christmas music.

was quite a bit to be said about the gift of giving...

The Gift of Giving Winter 2010 Request: Raemon Story by Dribble

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by Dribble
As some of you may recall, last December I offered my writing ability, however dismal, and offered t-to write short stories for anyone interested. Shortly after, however, my schedule started to p-pile up, which led to several long periods of absence and a severe lack of posting, and only the first of the six was completed.

I was just dropping t-to Macrophile.com to check if anyone had asked for more sketches when I realized th-that I had, in fact, completed the second request back in February and posted it then. Now I'm rectifying this e-error by posting it on my other s-sites as well. *smiles*

This one is for Raemon, who requested a short story involving himself and a friend by th-the name of Mode.

S-sorry for not posting earlier... *droops ears*

Keywords
gay 73,331, husky 20,886, raccoon 19,689, the 14,044, christmas 8,978, gift 6,726, of 5,082, micro 4,903, request 4,871, winter 3,284, 2010 297, dribble 198, microphilia 170, december 123, giving 74, mode 42, raemon 5
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 7 years, 2 months ago
Rating: Mature

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thevoreman
7 years ago
Very nice!!
And yes, I am commenting in the middle of summer :P
Dribble
7 years ago
I'm g-glad you like it. *smiles*
thevoreman
7 years ago
*Smiles Back*
Honestly, you're a much better writer than I am.
Dribble
7 years ago
*blushes heavily* I-I'm not very good, I b-bet you're better.
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