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Each teaser scrap will be at least a page long and will represent p-part of the finished product that will be submitted in the n-next two weeks. Each will also be tagged with a certain date that d-determines when the full story will be posted. \n\nThe second r-request is by Raemon here on Macrophile.com and on Fur Affinity. H-he's been a fan of my work for some time, and he has been very n-nice in his comments on my stories.\n\nFinal Story Release Date: 12/14/2010","description_bbcode_parsed":"Th-this is the second teaser scrap for requests that I have received. Each teaser scrap will be at least a page long and will represent p-part of the finished product that will be submitted in the n-next two weeks. Each will also be tagged with a certain date that d-determines when the full story will be posted.
The second r-request is by Raemon here on Macrophile.com and on Fur Affinity. H-he's been a fan of my work for some time, and he has been very n-nice in his comments on my stories.
Final Story Release Date: 12/14/2010","writing":"\tAs the commotion rose at the other end of the bar, Barry 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.\n\n\tInstead, 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.\n\n\tWhen his ponderous drink-buying thoughts were interrupted by yet another round of deep-voiced, annoyingly raucous laughter, Barry 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.\n\n\tHe was rather surprised to see that it was a micro, a husky in particular.\n\n\tAs 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 Barry 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.\n\n\tSuddenly, and without warning, the bear that was nearly blocking Barry’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.\n\n\tBarry had had enough. He smacked the bear’s hand away and grabbed the husky, trying to be as gentle and as quick as possible. The surprised, drunk jocks were sluggish to react, but when they turned, Barry 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.\n\n\tTurning, he saw Dave with a thick shotgun in his hands and a frown on his face. “Now boys, I see two possible courses for you here. Either you try to beat this nice fellow up and I have to get forceful, or you leave nice and polite-like, and I forget this happened. Make a choice.”\n\n\tThere was a tenseful moment, where silence hung in the air as the two sides eyed each other. Barry 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.\n\n\tAs 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.”\n\n\tThe bear chuckled and leaned across the counter, placing a thick hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Hey. You were standing up for someone in trouble. I couldn’t just let you get hurt for that, now could I?”\n\n\tSuddenly, as if all memory had faded, he recalled the source of the staredown. 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. Barry looked worriedly at the husky, knowing that the micro likely had nowhere to go. He’d just saved his new roommate.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"\tAs the commotion rose at the other end of the bar, Barry 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.
\tInstead, 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.
\tWhen his ponderous drink-buying thoughts were interrupted by yet another round of deep-voiced, annoyingly raucous laughter, Barry 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.
\tHe was rather surprised to see that it was a micro, a husky in particular.
\tAs 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 Barry 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.
\tSuddenly, and without warning, the bear that was nearly blocking Barry’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.
\tBarry had had enough. He smacked the bear’s hand away and grabbed the husky, trying to be as gentle and as quick as possible. The surprised, drunk jocks were sluggish to react, but when they turned, Barry 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.
\tTurning, he saw Dave with a thick shotgun in his hands and a frown on his face. “Now boys, I see two possible courses for you here. Either you try to beat this nice fellow up and I have to get forceful, or you leave nice and polite-like, and I forget this happened. Make a choice.”
\tThere was a tenseful moment, where silence hung in the air as the two sides eyed each other. Barry 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.
\tAs 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.”
\tThe bear chuckled and leaned across the counter, placing a thick hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Hey. You were standing up for someone in trouble. I couldn’t just let you get hurt for that, now could I?”
\tSuddenly, as if all memory had faded, he recalled the source of the staredown. 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. Barry looked worriedly at the husky, knowing that the micro likely had nowhere to go. He’d just saved his new roommate.","pools_count":0,"title":"Winter 2010 Scraps 2: The Gift of Giving","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"0","rating_name":"General","ratings":[],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"59","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}