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And the suit is the best one he could dream of. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A cute and silly story idea that has been in my mind for a while.
A boy gets a quite wonderful fursuit for Christmas...from Santa! And the suit is the best one he could dream of. ", "writing": "\tWhat would you say if I tell you that I believe in Santa Claus? I do, because I have a special gift from him.\n\n\tI still remember when this happened. It was my twelve Christmases. My family was a bit special in the way that both of my parents and my twin brother all were furries. We always were obsessed with all kinds of art and literature about talking animals. We collected books, comics and, when they appeared on the market, VHS cassettes with cartoons and movies. Naturally, my brother Tommy and I couldn't stay not involved. Being children we loved all kinds of cartoons, and the ones about animals were our favorite.\n\n\t\n\tWhen my brother and I turned nine we found out from our parents that our interest towards human-like animals wasn't something unique. There were others like us out there all over the world. They started calling themselves ``furries'' and so did we. Mom and dad visited one of the first furry conventions, tested it and figured out if they could take us with them to the next one. When I turned ten they took me and Tommy with them.\n\n\tIt was a great time, better than any amusement park we used to visit before. Finally me and Tommy felt like we were parts of a bigger community, there were so many others who liked the same stuff we did. And most of them were grown ups. I don't know why, but this fact felt very amusing to me personally. I always was afraid that when I would grow up I would lose interest in all this stuff. But people around us were trading comics, watching cartoons, talking about their fursonas and did all kinds of other stuff.\n\n\tParents didn't allow us to visit all the places we wanted. They said, there were some for grown ups only. ``It's like an R-rated movie,'' my dad said.\n\n\tWhen we came back home my brother and I were in heaven. We didn't feel like a tiny family of freaks anymore, we were a part of a community with hundreds of people, maybe there were more. We could share our stories, drawings, what other people made, and talk about our interests.\n\n\tWe even got to make up our own characters after that. Though, to be precise, we used to have fursonas, but we didn't call them that way and they didn't have names before.\n\n\tMy fursona was a fox with bright orange fur and blue hair. He had blue eyes and was named the same way as me - Timmy. Timmy the fox, that was how my lost friends and family members called me. I loved to pretend to be my fox character so much I would make fox noises with friends or at home. Although for many others my obsession with animals wasn't a secret either. Some were trying to bully me because of that, calling me a freak, but after a private chat with my brother, they would stop doing that for a while.\n\n\tThere was one problem though - I wanted a fursuit. Furries at the meeting used to call suits that looked like their characters this way. I became obsessed with getting one of Timmy the fox. I would ask my mother to buy me one, but she said that it was too expensive. Besides, I would grow out of it pretty fast. Dad offered to buy a tail and paws for now. I agreed, but I wanted more. I wanted a whole suit, a suit that would be better than others and would be perfect for me.\n\n\tSoon I realized that I won't get my suit for many years to come. My brother Tommy was trying to cheer me up, but I was upset. He wasn't so obsessed with the idea of having a fursuit, but always was on my side in this matter.\n\n\tAt the beginning of December I felt so desperate that I tried to even write a letter to Santa. Other kids of my age stopped believing in him a long time ago, so I thought I did too. But in fact, I just stopped thinking about him. Now, I decided to try. Tommy knew about me writing the letter, but didn't say anything. I didn't know if he still believed it or not.\n\n\tSo I did it. I wrote the letter, I tried to be as polite as I could. I explained why I need the suit, what's so special about having it, and why I like to pretend to be a fox. I also described Timmy the fox in detail. I felt uplifted while I was writing the letter, I felt almost sure that Santa would really receive my letter.\n\n\tI personally took the letter to a post office and put it into a mailbox there. I thought it would be more safe so it won't get lost. I had no idea how the letter would get to the place where Santa lives, I didn't think about that. All Icared was the upcoming Christmas and the night when I would get my fruit.\n\n\tAs time passed I started worrying what if the letter got lost or Santa would decide not to give me the present? Or what if he never existed in the first place? I was trying to fight those thoughts as much as I could, and tried to think about how cool it would be to be the one kid in pursuit at the next furry convention we go to.\n\n\tFinally the day came. All the friends of our family and some relatives came to celebrate with us. Tommy and I got a lot of presents, many of them were pretty good. But I waited for the night, because my special present wasn't there yet. I could barely contain myself.\n\n\tIt was very late, everybody else decided to go to bed or leave for home. It was quiet and dark when I sneaked out of our room with a small flashlight in my hand. I was very careful not to wake anyone up when I slowly descended down the stairs. I jumped over the last two as I knew they were creaky.\n\n\tI gulped as I approached the Christmas tree. This was the moment of truth. If there was no present, then there was no place for miracles in this world.\n\n\tBut it was there! It stood under the tree, pretty big not to notice it earlier. That meant it arrived at night, when all except me were asleep. I approached the tree and lowered on my knees. I put the flashlight on the floor to the right of me and reached for the big box. My heart was bumping in my chest, I was afraid the box would disappear the moment I touched it.\n\n\t``Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!'' I heard from behind me and nearly died on the spot from the fright.\n\n\tI quickly turned around in time to see my brother turning the lights on. He was laughing.\n\n\t``Too bad I haven't taken my new photo camera with me down here. Your face is priceless.''\n\n\t``Tommy! You're such a jerk!'' I said, but I was already smiling at myself.\n\n\t``I gotcha! But anyway, why are you here?''\n\n\t``Look!'' I said and pointed at the new box under the tree.\n\n\tTommy stopped giggling and his face became serious.\n\n\t``Huh? Someone, prob?ly, forgot to give it to us before and went here to leave it...''\n\n\t``No!'' I replied, annoyed. I didn't want to believe that.\n\n\tI pulled the box out from under the tree and checked on the label. It said simply ``The perfect Fusuit. To Timmy. From Santa.''\n\n\t``No way, dude!'' Tommy got down on his knees next to me. ``Let's open it!''\n\n\tHe didn't need to ask me twice. Together we ripped the ribbons and lifted the lid. Inside there was my fursuit. Just like I wanted it. The mask itself showed me that Santa did everything perfect, it looked just like my Timmy the fox. It was made so well that it seemed that any second it might blink.\n\n\t``Holy...something...'' Tommy said. I couldn't talk. I really wanted to try it on at once.\n\n\t``Hey, what are you doing?'' he asked when he saw me getting up and trying to put the foot paws on my bare feet.\n\n\t``What else? I want to try it on!'' I replied.\n\n\tPutting it on was a great deal. It was a complex suit with various parts. Hand paws, foot paws, the head and the full-piece body with a zipper on its back. Without the rest of the parts it looked like my foxy pajamas I was wearing. After a quick thinking I decided to go inside the suit in my underwear, because I heard from others that it may get pretty hot inside.\n\n\tIn mere minutes I was standing in front of Tommy wearing the suit except for the head. The glorious moment of putting it on I left for dessert. I took the head carefully and pushed it down onto my head. It slipped inside very easily. I smoothed out all the wrinkles on the neck aligning the head and the rest of the suit. Once it was done I looked up at Tommy through the eyes of the mask. He looked very amazed.\n\n\t``Whoa... This is not ordinary stuff. I never...'' he said.\n\n\t``I told ya! This is the real thing!'' I said and turned around.\n\n\tThe suit felt very comfortable and fitted me perfectly. I thought for a moment how it was done that way if I forgot to give Santa the measures, but it didn't matter. I was so excited I jumped.\n\n\t``I'm so darn happy!'' I squeaked.\n\n\t``I can tell, dude, ``Tommy said. ``You are even wagging your tail.''\n\n\t``Oh that's completely...What?''\n\n\tI stopped jumping and concentrated on the sensations in my rear. There was indeed something else that wasn't there before, it was moving obeying my will.\n\n\t``No, wait...'' I mumbled and went to the nearest mirror.\n\n\tThe suit looked the same. Or not? It felt different, it felt like it wasn't there at all. If this makes sense.\n\n\t``Tommy?'' I called and to my shock I saw the mouth of the mask moving articulating my words.\n\n\tI opened my mouth, and the mask in the mirror copied my movement. There was no face inside the mask like I expected. Instead I saw an open maw of a fox with fangs, a gaping hole of throat, moving tongue. I freaked out, grabbed the head and tried to pull it off. To my surprise it came off pretty easily, revealing my scared face. I didn't feel any change, I couldn't remember if I saw anything changing under the mask when I removed it.\n\n\tTommy and I were speechless. Then I slowly put the mask back down. It felt like it was the part of me almost instantly. I opened my maw and saw the same fox maw from before.\n\n\t``This is crazy...'' I mumbled.\n\n\t``The perfect fursuit...'' Tommy whispered.\n\n\tThe next moment we heard someone coming down the stairs. Before I got time to react, our father emerged from the corridor. He clearly saw me standing there, a real living fox on two legs wearing nothing but one's fur.\n\n\t``Boys, what is the meaning of this? I know it was an exciting evening, but we are all tired. Could you be less noisy and go to bed?''\n\n\t``Dad! We can explain! This suit!''\n\n\t``Suit?'' he raised his eyebrow. ``What suit?''\n\n\t``This suit ?s on me!'' I said.\n\n\t``Stop joking, Timmy and go to bed.'' he said annoyed.\n\n\t``But dad! I'm a real fox!''\n\n\t``Of course, you are! Now go to bed, before I decide to punish you both. I?ll give you ten minutes.''\n\n\tAnd he left, leaving us in stupor.\n\n\t``He didn't notice the suit? He didn't say anything about you being a real fox?'' Tommy asked.\n\n\t``I don't know... check the box!'' suddenly an idea came to my mind.\n\n\tHe looked into the box and indeed found a letter. Here is what the latter said:\n\n\t``Dear Timmy, I send to you this wonderful suit I made myself. It was made following the description from the letter you sent to me to the last letter.\n\n\tThis suit will always fit you perfectly, and you always will feel comfy wearing it. It will grow together with you as well. Anybody who sees you in this suit will see you the way you imagined when you put it on. The changes are painless and quick. Besides, you can make the suit look slightly different each time you put it on. For example, you can change the color of the fur or eyes or even the material and size of the character you become.\n\n\tTo anyone who didn't see you putting the suit on you will be the character you turn into, no questions will be asked. I made it this way to not let them spoil the fun for you.\n\n\tBut I need to explain the rules to you as well. First of all, and this is the most important rule, none of my gifts can be used to harm others. This includes animals, humans and other sentient beings. Plants are not counted as long as they don't talk. Accidental harm is also not counted.\n\n\tIn the case you break this rule, the suit will stop being a gift and will become the means of suspension and punishment so you can learn a lesson. Don't worry though, my elves watch all the punished ones to make sure they are all safe.\n\n\tThey also make sure the gift won't cause troubles to you when you use it. In a case of an emergency, when you need help, just call me. Even if you will do it in your head, I hear and tell one of my elves to help.\n\n\tAlso I need to warn you that the gift won't work for anybody else, but you. If someone else puts the suit on, it will remain a normal fake suit. The gift also will stop working if you stop believe in miracles.\n\n\tThe last thing I want to say is everyone can possess only one of my gifts at a time. So if you want a new gift, you will have to give up the old one.\n\n\tHave fun, and Merry Christmas! Your Santa Claus!''\n\n\tWe both were stunned.\n\n\t``Oh... So this is why dad didn't notice anything odd. He didn't see you putting it on like I did,'' Tommy said.\n\n\t``Indeed... ``\n\n\tWe decided to move to our room like dad told us. Of course we didn't go to bed that night, testing what the suit could do. It was truly amazing. I could become a fox that walked on all fours, I could be smaller or bigger, I could even make the suit turn me into a real cartoon character. It was so bizarre to see Tommy in a mirror standing next to an animated fox next to him.\n\n\tI was sure I was to love the gift. And I was pretty sure I wouldn't have any troubles with any of the rules. Especially with ``stop believing.'' Because how could I stop believing wearing the best miraculous fursuit ever?\n\n\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tWhat would you say if I tell you that I believe in Santa Claus? I do, because I have a special gift from him.

\tI still remember when this happened. It was my twelve Christmases. My family was a bit special in the way that both of my parents and my twin brother all were furries. We always were obsessed with all kinds of art and literature about talking animals. We collected books, comics and, when they appeared on the market, VHS cassettes with cartoons and movies. Naturally, my brother Tommy and I couldn't stay not involved. Being children we loved all kinds of cartoons, and the ones about animals were our favorite.

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\tWhen my brother and I turned nine we found out from our parents that our interest towards human-like animals wasn't something unique. There were others like us out there all over the world. They started calling themselves ``furries'' and so did we. Mom and dad visited one of the first furry conventions, tested it and figured out if they could take us with them to the next one. When I turned ten they took me and Tommy with them.

\tIt was a great time, better than any amusement park we used to visit before. Finally me and Tommy felt like we were parts of a bigger community, there were so many others who liked the same stuff we did. And most of them were grown ups. I don't know why, but this fact felt very amusing to me personally. I always was afraid that when I would grow up I would lose interest in all this stuff. But people around us were trading comics, watching cartoons, talking about their fursonas and did all kinds of other stuff.

\tParents didn't allow us to visit all the places we wanted. They said, there were some for grown ups only. ``It's like an R-rated movie,'' my dad said.

\tWhen we came back home my brother and I were in heaven. We didn't feel like a tiny family of freaks anymore, we were a part of a community with hundreds of people, maybe there were more. We could share our stories, drawings, what other people made, and talk about our interests.

\tWe even got to make up our own characters after that. Though, to be precise, we used to have fursonas, but we didn't call them that way and they didn't have names before.

\tMy fursona was a fox with bright orange fur and blue hair. He had blue eyes and was named the same way as me - Timmy. Timmy the fox, that was how my lost friends and family members called me. I loved to pretend to be my fox character so much I would make fox noises with friends or at home. Although for many others my obsession with animals wasn't a secret either. Some were trying to bully me because of that, calling me a freak, but after a private chat with my brother, they would stop doing that for a while.

\tThere was one problem though - I wanted a fursuit. Furries at the meeting used to call suits that looked like their characters this way. I became obsessed with getting one of Timmy the fox. I would ask my mother to buy me one, but she said that it was too expensive. Besides, I would grow out of it pretty fast. Dad offered to buy a tail and paws for now. I agreed, but I wanted more. I wanted a whole suit, a suit that would be better than others and would be perfect for me.

\tSoon I realized that I won't get my suit for many years to come. My brother Tommy was trying to cheer me up, but I was upset. He wasn't so obsessed with the idea of having a fursuit, but always was on my side in this matter.

\tAt the beginning of December I felt so desperate that I tried to even write a letter to Santa. Other kids of my age stopped believing in him a long time ago, so I thought I did too. But in fact, I just stopped thinking about him. Now, I decided to try. Tommy knew about me writing the letter, but didn't say anything. I didn't know if he still believed it or not.

\tSo I did it. I wrote the letter, I tried to be as polite as I could. I explained why I need the suit, what's so special about having it, and why I like to pretend to be a fox. I also described Timmy the fox in detail. I felt uplifted while I was writing the letter, I felt almost sure that Santa would really receive my letter.

\tI personally took the letter to a post office and put it into a mailbox there. I thought it would be more safe so it won't get lost. I had no idea how the letter would get to the place where Santa lives, I didn't think about that. All Icared was the upcoming Christmas and the night when I would get my fruit.

\tAs time passed I started worrying what if the letter got lost or Santa would decide not to give me the present? Or what if he never existed in the first place? I was trying to fight those thoughts as much as I could, and tried to think about how cool it would be to be the one kid in pursuit at the next furry convention we go to.

\tFinally the day came. All the friends of our family and some relatives came to celebrate with us. Tommy and I got a lot of presents, many of them were pretty good. But I waited for the night, because my special present wasn't there yet. I could barely contain myself.

\tIt was very late, everybody else decided to go to bed or leave for home. It was quiet and dark when I sneaked out of our room with a small flashlight in my hand. I was very careful not to wake anyone up when I slowly descended down the stairs. I jumped over the last two as I knew they were creaky.

\tI gulped as I approached the Christmas tree. This was the moment of truth. If there was no present, then there was no place for miracles in this world.

\tBut it was there! It stood under the tree, pretty big not to notice it earlier. That meant it arrived at night, when all except me were asleep. I approached the tree and lowered on my knees. I put the flashlight on the floor to the right of me and reached for the big box. My heart was bumping in my chest, I was afraid the box would disappear the moment I touched it.

\t``Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!'' I heard from behind me and nearly died on the spot from the fright.

\tI quickly turned around in time to see my brother turning the lights on. He was laughing.

\t``Too bad I haven't taken my new photo camera with me down here. Your face is priceless.''

\t``Tommy! You're such a jerk!'' I said, but I was already smiling at myself.

\t``I gotcha! But anyway, why are you here?''

\t``Look!'' I said and pointed at the new box under the tree.

\tTommy stopped giggling and his face became serious.

\t``Huh? Someone, prob?ly, forgot to give it to us before and went here to leave it...''

\t``No!'' I replied, annoyed. I didn't want to believe that.

\tI pulled the box out from under the tree and checked on the label. It said simply ``The perfect Fusuit. To Timmy. From Santa.''

\t``No way, dude!'' Tommy got down on his knees next to me. ``Let's open it!''

\tHe didn't need to ask me twice. Together we ripped the ribbons and lifted the lid. Inside there was my fursuit. Just like I wanted it. The mask itself showed me that Santa did everything perfect, it looked just like my Timmy the fox. It was made so well that it seemed that any second it might blink.

\t``Holy...something...'' Tommy said. I couldn't talk. I really wanted to try it on at once.

\t``Hey, what are you doing?'' he asked when he saw me getting up and trying to put the foot paws on my bare feet.

\t``What else? I want to try it on!'' I replied.

\tPutting it on was a great deal. It was a complex suit with various parts. Hand paws, foot paws, the head and the full-piece body with a zipper on its back. Without the rest of the parts it looked like my foxy pajamas I was wearing. After a quick thinking I decided to go inside the suit in my underwear, because I heard from others that it may get pretty hot inside.

\tIn mere minutes I was standing in front of Tommy wearing the suit except for the head. The glorious moment of putting it on I left for dessert. I took the head carefully and pushed it down onto my head. It slipped inside very easily. I smoothed out all the wrinkles on the neck aligning the head and the rest of the suit. Once it was done I looked up at Tommy through the eyes of the mask. He looked very amazed.

\t``Whoa... This is not ordinary stuff. I never...'' he said.

\t``I told ya! This is the real thing!'' I said and turned around.

\tThe suit felt very comfortable and fitted me perfectly. I thought for a moment how it was done that way if I forgot to give Santa the measures, but it didn't matter. I was so excited I jumped.

\t``I'm so darn happy!'' I squeaked.

\t``I can tell, dude, ``Tommy said. ``You are even wagging your tail.''

\t``Oh that's completely...What?''

\tI stopped jumping and concentrated on the sensations in my rear. There was indeed something else that wasn't there before, it was moving obeying my will.

\t``No, wait...'' I mumbled and went to the nearest mirror.

\tThe suit looked the same. Or not? It felt different, it felt like it wasn't there at all. If this makes sense.

\t``Tommy?'' I called and to my shock I saw the mouth of the mask moving articulating my words.

\tI opened my mouth, and the mask in the mirror copied my movement. There was no face inside the mask like I expected. Instead I saw an open maw of a fox with fangs, a gaping hole of throat, moving tongue. I freaked out, grabbed the head and tried to pull it off. To my surprise it came off pretty easily, revealing my scared face. I didn't feel any change, I couldn't remember if I saw anything changing under the mask when I removed it.

\tTommy and I were speechless. Then I slowly put the mask back down. It felt like it was the part of me almost instantly. I opened my maw and saw the same fox maw from before.

\t``This is crazy...'' I mumbled.

\t``The perfect fursuit...'' Tommy whispered.

\tThe next moment we heard someone coming down the stairs. Before I got time to react, our father emerged from the corridor. He clearly saw me standing there, a real living fox on two legs wearing nothing but one's fur.

\t``Boys, what is the meaning of this? I know it was an exciting evening, but we are all tired. Could you be less noisy and go to bed?''

\t``Dad! We can explain! This suit!''

\t``Suit?'' he raised his eyebrow. ``What suit?''

\t``This suit ?s on me!'' I said.

\t``Stop joking, Timmy and go to bed.'' he said annoyed.

\t``But dad! I'm a real fox!''

\t``Of course, you are! Now go to bed, before I decide to punish you both. I?ll give you ten minutes.''

\tAnd he left, leaving us in stupor.

\t``He didn't notice the suit? He didn't say anything about you being a real fox?'' Tommy asked.

\t``I don't know... check the box!'' suddenly an idea came to my mind.

\tHe looked into the box and indeed found a letter. Here is what the latter said:

\t``Dear Timmy, I send to you this wonderful suit I made myself. It was made following the description from the letter you sent to me to the last letter.

\tThis suit will always fit you perfectly, and you always will feel comfy wearing it. It will grow together with you as well. Anybody who sees you in this suit will see you the way you imagined when you put it on. The changes are painless and quick. Besides, you can make the suit look slightly different each time you put it on. For example, you can change the color of the fur or eyes or even the material and size of the character you become.

\tTo anyone who didn't see you putting the suit on you will be the character you turn into, no questions will be asked. I made it this way to not let them spoil the fun for you.

\tBut I need to explain the rules to you as well. First of all, and this is the most important rule, none of my gifts can be used to harm others. This includes animals, humans and other sentient beings. Plants are not counted as long as they don't talk. Accidental harm is also not counted.

\tIn the case you break this rule, the suit will stop being a gift and will become the means of suspension and punishment so you can learn a lesson. Don't worry though, my elves watch all the punished ones to make sure they are all safe.

\tThey also make sure the gift won't cause troubles to you when you use it. In a case of an emergency, when you need help, just call me. Even if you will do it in your head, I hear and tell one of my elves to help.

\tAlso I need to warn you that the gift won't work for anybody else, but you. If someone else puts the suit on, it will remain a normal fake suit. The gift also will stop working if you stop believe in miracles.

\tThe last thing I want to say is everyone can possess only one of my gifts at a time. So if you want a new gift, you will have to give up the old one.

\tHave fun, and Merry Christmas! Your Santa Claus!''

\tWe both were stunned.

\t``Oh... So this is why dad didn't notice anything odd. He didn't see you putting it on like I did,'' Tommy said.

\t``Indeed... ``

\tWe decided to move to our room like dad told us. Of course we didn't go to bed that night, testing what the suit could do. It was truly amazing. I could become a fox that walked on all fours, I could be smaller or bigger, I could even make the suit turn me into a real cartoon character. It was so bizarre to see Tommy in a mirror standing next to an animated fox next to him.

\tI was sure I was to love the gift. And I was pretty sure I wouldn't have any troubles with any of the rules. Especially with ``stop believing.'' Because how could I stop believing wearing the best miraculous fursuit ever?

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