Slicer's amazing Christmas

Story by Slitcut on SoFurry

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#1 of Slicer's Holiday Specials

This is a Christmas story for my fursona: Slicer. This explains who he is, and his Christmas.


Before you read this I will show you this summary so you know about the furry:

It is called a Wompanu, (nicknamed Stalkers due to their unique look) and it is a species I made with the power of imagination. (insert sponge bob here) They do not chew their food, but rather suck it, due to their mouth having 8 teeth in a circle. They are mostly friendly, but quite scary looking. Their nose is 2 tiny holes slightly above their mouth and their ears are slightly bigger holes on the two sides of their head. They can understand humans, and could speak English but their mouth shape prevents it so they whistle to talk instead. Their fur consists of all reddish for females ,and all shades and brownish for males. They are scavengers, so they eat dead animals. They have retractable claws as long as a human finger and they mostly live in jungles, though they can survive in forests. Their ears are like elf ears but have a v shaped split at the top, but this feature is not on the females, and they just have the ears with no split. They cannot be kept as a pet due to their high intelligence but can be interacted with. They have 8 eyes surrounding their mouth in a circle and they like to climb trees and watch weak animals so they can eat their dead body. The males are usually bigger, and they gather food in their mouth, then spit it out like a candy straw for the young ones to eat. The younger ones eat that food and survive for about 12 years with their family, and they can live to around 150 years. When they are born they do not have claws, and their ears are drooped down. All the species has a little patch of light fur on their stomach like a monkey. Their speed is about 5 miles faster than a cheetah and they are about as strong as humans, and as tall too. They can stand up, or run on all fours. If provoked, you better FREAKING RUN! They have tails similar to monkeys, but have 1 spike on the end.

My fursona is a unique version, however, and has 2 daggers, a black hoodie with Slicer written in blocky, gray letters, since that is his name, and has camo pants with black and red tennis shoes. His eyes are blue, and most of our species eye color is red, green, and yellow, and blue is rare. His fur is black, but the light stomach patch is grayish. He has a blue tongue and a grayish tail, but darker than his stomach. 4 of his eyes are actually gray (the four corners) and his teeth are all extra white. His personality is short tempered, but always trying to help. He is fast and has average strength and above average wisdom, AND NO HES NOT ANYTHING OTHER THAN STRAIGHT! HE is mostly quiet, and very sneaky but truthful. He is loyal and very energetic. When he runs, he has a super speed burst, but then slows down greatly because of how far he just went. He is very brave and clumsy, and he has a certain view on the government. His fur is otherwise rough, and he is very friendly, but all it takes is a couple of wrong moves and could burst. He has tortures ( not the kind where you cuss, but the tics kind), OCD, and ODD. He hates cussing, smoking, etc. His religion is strongly Christian and he can be pretty brutal at times.

Now for the story: So, Slicer was excited for Christmas, and he already had his friends called and booked for flights. He had stored some road kill in the fridge, killed a few assassins, and went to bed. Well at least he tried to anyway. He lay there, with his many eyes wide open. He tried listening to some nails on a chalkboard, jumping off his house, and even drinking some warm acid. Nothing seemed to work, but then he realized what he was missing.

He then got up, ran outside, and got on his winter gear. He ran as fast as he could whistling gleefully. He went to his parents house, told them to get in his truck, and proceeded to drive to his grandparents', cousins', and brother's and sisters' house. His truck was packed as he drove all the way to his house.

His friends arrived, and he told them all to enjoy the house party while he and his relatives went to Denny's. They ate, enjoyed Christmas, and were about to leave. He then stopped them in their tracks and told them all there was one last thing. He went to the mall, ripped off "Santa's" beard, and kicked him in the chestnuts.

The End

Also, you could listen to this to go along with the story: