It’s a cold yet cozy December night on the farms (whichever day of the month it actually is in this scenario is your choice to imagine) and our favorite cat and dog duos are here to celebrate. From the look of things, it’s the same scenario for each pair. But the conversations that go with them? Those are as different as night and day…
Jesse and Lucille: “Well hey there, Lucille! Merry Christmas to ya!”
“Hi Jesse, Merry Christmas to you too. Nice to see you’re in good spirits as always.”
“‘Course Ah am, it’s the holiday season. There’s just so many great things to see and love.” He gestured with his hands towards all the snow and decorations around them, before gesturing to Lucille’s hands. “Like that cute fuzzy hand warmer ya got on. Seems like it really fits ya, Lu.”
And with that one sentence, Lucille quickly went from calm and friendly to adorably flustered… once again.
“C-Cute?! Well, Ah mean… that is…” No matter how much she adored the beagle in front, Lucille always turned to mush as soon as he gave her a single compliment. “G-Gosh Jesse, didn’t yo mama ever teach ya not to embarrass a gal like this? N-Not that I don’t like it, mind you! Ah just…!”
While his lady friend began to ramble as she tended to often do, Jesse couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the area. He definitely enjoyed hanging out with Lucille, but he could never tell why she always gets so jittery around him. Goodness hope he didn’t start making her uncomfortable, that would make him- wait a minute…
“Say, ain’t that…” His gaze shot straight up toward a tree branch that had… holly. He’d recognize that little red and green plant anywhere. “Guess someone left it up there for later.”
He looked between the decorative greenery and the still muttering Spaniel before him. He knew the old tradition associated with… well, it’s actually for mistletoe but most made that mistake. Weighing his options, he considered the idea of her being ok with him doing something that spontaneous and unlike him.
“Hmm… well, it’s worth a shot. Who knows? It might even calm poor Lu down…”
Deciding to just go for it and hope for the best, Jesse closed his eyes, puckered his fuzzy lips, and leaned forward. In only a few seconds, he made contact with Lucille’s cheek just as she turned back toward him. The next thing Lucille knew, she was feeling a warm sensation on her face along with hearing a SMOOCH! sound.
As soon as Lucille realized what was happening, her mind went a million miles a minute. Jesse was kissing her?! Was this a dream? Should she pinch herself? Or should she kiss him back as thanks?
When the kiss finally came to an end, Jesse smiled at her and hoped that she was feeling better. While Lucille herself was left catatonic and stiff as a statue. After only a few seconds she fell backwards and hit the snow, leaving her lying in a patch of melted snow.
“Oh my gosh! Lucille, are you ok? Lucille? Lu? Oh mah dog, what have Ah done?!”
And as for Lucille? Well, she only had one thought on her mind:
“Best Christmas Ever~”
Paul and Julie: “Paulie, there you are! Merry Christmas, pal! Isn’t all this pretty white snow just a wonderful sight?”
“Oh, it’s pretty alright… pretty cold.” He rubbed his arms and shivered with a bitter scowl. “Brrr… I don't know how the hell anyone can stand this frigid weather…”
“Seriously? The happiest time of the year and you still have something to complain about?” Her tone was so chilling, it made the winter air seem warm by comparison.
“Hey, it ain’t my fault that being freezing cold totally sucks.”
“Now you listen here, you grouchy little BLEEP! You’ve got the entire YEAR to be a miserable pain to everyone and-!”
That was enough to set off Julie’s well known and feisty temper, leaving her ranting and raving with feline fury. Normally Paul would be ecstatic to see her like this, but right now he had a problem…
“Great, I’m too cold to even argue with Juju. And here I thought this day was bad eno-Huh?”
A random look upward brought something to the tomcat’s attention: Mistletoe. How and why it was out here in a random location on a farm was anyone’s guess. But it did get Paul to thinking…
“A mistletoe? How the BLEEP did that get out here? Just my luck…” Normally Paul can’t stand dealing with kissy kissy stuff, especially after dealing with his “admirers”. But then a comforting thought came to his mind. “Wait, what am I worried about? This is good ol’ Juju in front of me right now. There’s no way she’d ever get all kiss crazy on me.”
He looked toward his angry friend as she was caught in the passionate angry haze of yelling at him. That confirmed that it would be, that he would be fine, and that she’d be fine when it’s over. So he closed his eyes, leaned forward, and gave Julie a little sugar.
SMOOOCH!
The next thing Julie knew, her blinding moment of fury was brought to a screeching halt. She could practically hear the metaphorical brakes in her head, only to realize that was coming from her face. She blinked twice to see that Paul, her Paulie, the one she adored… was kissing her right on her cheek. It was almost a dream come true… though, a small part of her would’ve preferred if he went for her lips.
“Oh my GOD! This… this feels amazing! His lips are so soft and warm, they're practically heating me up!”
In actuality, Julie herself was heating up with excitement as her face started to glow pink. As Paul separated from her, she soon got overwhelmed and fell backwards. She hit the ground with a syrupy smile as her heated arousal melted the snow around her in seconds.
“Sheesh Juju, don’t be such a drama kitty. It was just a little peck… um, Juju? You ok? Julie?”
While Paul was left standing there in confusion and concern (that he’d never admit to most) Julie only had one thought racing through her mind over and over:
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