On the 25th Day of Christmas, there was Mistletoe above!
Tudor and Sarge showed each other love!
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"I have traveled with you for years now," Tudor stated. "By many names, I've known you. Knight Wolf, Sergeant Wolf, Sarge... Fluffmaster." Tudor looked up at the ceiling, seeing the strange parasitic plant wrapped in a red ribbon. "Yet you somehow still know these traditions I am not familiar with."
"Well, when two people are under a sprig of mistletoe..." Sarge looked up at Tudor with a smile. He gently pressed his belly against the minotaur's letting the two squish together. The softness of the minotaur's belly fur made Sarge's tail wag. It was a dream come true for him, and with Tudor right here during the end of the year, Sarge felt happy. "I've been through a lot this year." Gritting his teeth, Sarge looked down, "I wanted a moment with you...."
Tudor bent over, letting his belly press deeper into the werewolf's. His snout was inches away from Sarge's. "Is this a moment you desired? What does one do with this mistletoe?"
"You kiss under it." Sarge remarked, placing his hands on Tudor's sides, rubbing the softness gently. With every brush he could feel the minotaur's belly fat squish under his fingers. "I wanted to kiss you."
Underneath the mask, Tudor's expression was as stoic as Sarge had remembered. He did not show his emotion much. To most people, it was impossible to read, but Sarge knew differently. the minotaur was bemused.
"All you are wanting is a kiss?" Tudor tilted his head. "This kiss will make you happy?"
Sarge gave a nod. "It sounds dumb, I know."
Tudor placed his hand on Sergeant Wolf's arm, and lifted his mask up with the other. "Not at all. You are a kind, compassionate, and nurturing man. I am honored to be a part of this moment."
Sarge's tail wagged again, both his and Tudor's eyes closed, and they leaned into each other. The fur on their chest brushed together as their lips met in a heartfelt kiss.
~~~~~
I wanted to thank everyone who made this "12 (25) Days of Christmas" possible. I had a blast being able to draw so many different scenarios... and so many different people! It has been a wonderful year, and I figured I should end my Christmas gifting... on a drawing that means a lot to me.
It's important to give to others, but it's also important to give to yourself. Give yourself kindness, give yourself that compassion that you'd give to others. No matter what our circumstances are, no matter what religion we have, and no matter how we grew up. We all need kindness... we all need to feel needed.
And if there's anything I've learned, it's that you are all special and wonderful people. Have a Merry Christmas. And please, remember that you all deserve love and kindness.
~~~~~
Sarge/Tudor/Art/Story (C)
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Tudor and Sarge showed each other love!
~~~~~
"I have traveled with you for years now," Tudor stated. "By many names, I've known you. Knight Wolf, Sergeant Wolf, Sarge... Fluffmaster." Tudor looked up at the ceiling, seeing the strange parasitic plant wrapped in a red ribbon. "Yet you somehow still know these traditions I am not familiar with."
"Well, when two people are under a sprig of mistletoe..." Sarge looked up at Tudor with a smile. He gently pressed his belly against the minotaur's letting the two squish together. The softness of the minotaur's belly fur made Sarge's tail wag. It was a dream come true for him, and with Tudor right here during the end of the year, Sarge felt happy. "I've been through a lot this year." Gritting his teeth, Sarge looked down, "I wanted a moment with you...."
Tudor bent over, letting his belly press deeper into the werewolf's. His snout was inches away from Sarge's. "Is this a moment you desired? What does one do with this mistletoe?"
"You kiss under it." Sarge remarked, placing his hands on Tudor's sides, rubbing the softness gently. With every brush he could feel the minotaur's belly fat squish under his fingers. "I wanted to kiss you."
Underneath the mask, Tudor's expression was as stoic as Sarge had remembered. He did not show his emotion much. To most people, it was impossible to read, but Sarge knew differently. the minotaur was bemused.
"All you are wanting is a kiss?" Tudor tilted his head. "This kiss will make you happy?"
Sarge gave a nod. "It sounds dumb, I know."
Tudor placed his hand on Sergeant Wolf's arm, and lifted his mask up with the other. "Not at all. You are a kind, compassionate, and nurturing man. I am honored to be a part of this moment."
Sarge's tail wagged again, both his and Tudor's eyes closed, and they leaned into each other. The fur on their chest brushed together as their lips met in a heartfelt kiss.
~~~~~
I wanted to thank everyone who made this "12 (25) Days of Christmas" possible. I had a blast being able to draw so many different scenarios... and so many different people! It has been a wonderful year, and I figured I should end my Christmas gifting... on a drawing that means a lot to me.
It's important to give to others, but it's also important to give to yourself. Give yourself kindness, give yourself that compassion that you'd give to others. No matter what our circumstances are, no matter what religion we have, and no matter how we grew up. We all need kindness... we all need to feel needed.
And if there's anything I've learned, it's that you are all special and wonderful people. Have a Merry Christmas. And please, remember that you all deserve love and kindness.
~~~~~
Sarge/Tudor/Art/Story (C)
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
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