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Snow was falling like a white blanket over the roof of a sprawling manor, and the trees glistened with the reflection of the lights inside illuminating outside the windows.

This manor, built lord knows when, down a long cobble path that hardly registered on any GPS service, was abandoned for years, before being suddenly renovated, and sequentially decorated in a festivus theme.

The only thing more festive than the blinking lights and tinselled wreaths outside, was the music, and decorated furniture inside.

The immaculate, and well attended to party was no coincidence, as the manor's owner walked up and down the various rooms, personally inspecting each light, ornament, and stocking.

"Is it to your liking, sir?" Asked a butler, standing behind the Owner.

The owner, clad in a bright red and white suit, simply waved his hand upward, a thumbs up presented, as the Butler simply vanished in a black cloud.

"Very much so..." The Owner spoke.

Outside, the hums of engines and headlights beaming up the driveway alerted the Owner, his company had arrived.

Adjusting his festive red santa hat, The Owner walked out of the parlour and into an off room.

"Well it only took seven fuckin' hours to get here, thought my car was gonna take a shit on me." Jacob, a slim, long haired otter said to his white furred stallion mate Bale.

"I did offer to take my truck, hun." Bale replied, rolling his eyes and scratching his neck.

"I don't even know why we bothered to come, this place has some serious 'Clue' vibes to it..." Jacob said, sighing as he placed his car into park.

"Would it kill you to live dangerously just once?" Bale teased, exiting the car.

"If only you knew how dangerous I am, horsie..." Jacob said to himself, leaving his seat.

"And you are certain this isn't some sort of bait?" Spot asked, the nervous leopard's fingers twitching in his winter gloves, looking to his comrades.

"Weihnachten is important, they would be fools to entrap us during such warm festivities." Krauser replied, his muscular German Shepherd scarred body in a red, festive tactical sweater.

Smirking and adjusting his christmas tree themed tie, Black, a sleek blue furred rabbit, simply chuckled in reply.

"Relax yourselves, I'm with the Big Guy on this, it seems way too far away from any PD stations to be a bust, besides, Mikey Boy would have told us right?" He implied, tapping the Golden Retriever's shoulder that sat next to him.

Mike, their inside man and current Police Officer, nodded his head, smiling at his group of unlikely friends, and current mate, Black.

"No chatter at all, it's fine, guys." Mike said, wagging his tail, getting a 'Good Boy' from Black who patted his back.

Their van pulled in behind Bale and Jacob's car, just as another car swung into the driveway, nearly clipping the driver's side mirror.

Angrily, Krauser exited the Van, the snow crunching beneath his boots as he approached the driver, a large Bear that left the car.

"Du wish to be smacked within inches of your life?!" Krauser barked, the Bear flexed his chest in reply.

Victor, ex KGB, and side lover of the twinky otter who had already entered the manor, simply stood his ground.

"Do you?"

Smirking, Krauser lowered his left arm, keeping his right hand outstretched, which the bear firmly shook.

"Jagermeister?" Krauser asked, Victor smiled widely. "And chase with Vodka?"

The two walked into the manor, enamoured with one another and excited to drink, as Black shook his head.

"I can smell the fucking testosterone..." He said, walking into the manor with Spot and Mike.

Shivering as chills went up his legs, a smooth bodied barefoot lizard exited the taxi that had taken him, and his friend Jerry to the manor, beckoned by their own letter as well.

"Told you, shoulda worn shoes, it's snowing dude." Jerry, the muscular mouse teased, nudging the shivering cold lizard's side.

"And keep my feet away from your eyes, good luck." Tyson teased.

Murring to himself and biting a lip, Jerry replied "If there's a dinner, sit across from me."

Getting the hint, Tyson warmly hissed happily and walked with the mouse inside.

The last vehicle arrived, containing a spotty, chubby dalmatian who was in the passenger seat, a sleeping wolf in the back seat, and the driver a golden retriever.

Donovan, Colby, and Shen had a long road trip previously, and finding an interesting festive envelope on a table, they felt it a good adventure to follow it's directions.

"Oh my gooooddd! IT'S SO SHINY!" Shen said, his tail wagging and his yell awakening Donovan.

"Ugh, they weren't kidding, a big party...huh..." Colby said, exiting the car, and the three walked into the manor.

Inside, the party was becoming tense, as Victor and Bale were face to face, profanities flying left and right.

"IS NOT MY FAULT HE PREFERS BEAR, YOU KNOW, REAL MAN!" Victor flexed, yelling.

"Your MOM PREFERS HORSE MEAT!" Bale replied.

Between them, Jacob was foolishly attempting to break them up, and Krauser stood behind Bale, a knife at the ready should he try to attack his new comrade.

"Boyfriend trouble...wouldn't know shit about that..." Shen said, smirking to Colby, and then amorously at Donovan.

"Sure we wouldn't..." Colby replied, rubbing the back of his head.

From the opposite end of the candlelit parlour entered another partygoer predictably from the back door, although nobody was certain from where he entered.

"Did someone say boyfriend trouble, kind of a speciality of mine." Said a voice from behind.

The large group of furs stopped their internal conflict at the sound of his voice, and turned to face him.

"Unt who ze fuck are you, demon?" Krauser asked, drawing his knife, Black drew a gun from his blazer, Bale slipped a hoof behind him in preparation, and Colby, Shen, Jacob, and Tyson all huddled behind the dominant, fightworthy furs.

"I prefer entity, way to hurt my feelings Krau-Krau." the Owner said, raising a pitch black hand and snapping his fingers.

With that snap, the sleek dressed rabbit's gun, along the militarized Shepard's knife vanished in a poof of black smoke, as the Owner raised his arms to his sides.

"You shouldn't be so mean to a host, anyway, I'm just trying to jam with y'all." He spoke.

Krauser, looking to where his favorite knife had vanished in his hand, snarled. "You took my knife, why this?!"

The Owner smirked and motioned toward the large dog's knife sheath, which safely contained his blade. "I'm no thief."

Confused, perplexed, and now talking among themselves, the furs were unable to come to grips with who was standing in front of them, until he introduced himself.

"Let me get to the point, my name is Veil, and let's just say, I have a very personal connection to each of you, hence my invites." Veil spoke, removing his santa hat and bowing, his completely expressionless, black as tar face was alarming to some, and arousing to others.

"Veil, how dreamy..." Jacob said, Bale shooting him a nasty glare.

In a puff of black smoke, then directly behind the otter, Veil reappeared and softly patted his back.

"Ahh, Jacob, never change, you little minx." Veil spoke softly.

"Okay, I'll cut to the chase...why are we here?" Black asked, crossing his arms and tilting his blue furred head to the left.

"Because you wanted to be, you all did, you didn't have to be a part of my little Christmas special..." Veil shrugged, motioning to the dining room doors. "And I made fucking HAM.

The large group of furs did share that one detail in common, they were all hungry beyond measure, and with the offer of food and libation, the tension eased, as they all made their way into the dining room.

Near carbon-copies of Veil, dressed in little elf-like tuxedos served the furs with experienced etiquette, and for nearly an hour, the group found themselves finding more and more in common.

"So wait, in the front seat, while you're in the back sleeping...seriously?" Bale asked Donovan who simply shrugged.

"It feels like it hardly happened, spooky shit." the Wolf replied, "You?"

"At a county fair, at a changing room, pretty much everywhere but my own bed..." Bale replied.

"Uhh...actually, babe..." Jacob piped up, blushing and smiling to the Horse.

"Damnit, Jake..." Bale sighed, noticing his anger was nearly gone, his smile widened, and he simply laughed.

Tyson tinked his glass, and sat back in his chair, letting his scaly smooth feet rest on the table, speaking up.

"Look, I know a thing or two about breaking rules...It takes some getting used to, and it's not fun at first, but sometimes it's the best rush a guy can feel..."

The others all nodded in agreement, Black adding to the statement. "Just because I fire guns at cops and take insured bank money doesn't make me a bad guy."

Krauser, Spot, and Mike all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah! And just because I like playing around with a doggy in cars doesn't make me a bad boy either, just, mischievous!" Shen piped up, raising a hand.

"I am asshole, but I am not heartless, not fully." Victor spoke. "Why do you not share bed with Bale tonight, Jacob."

As Bale teared up, smiling at the immense good feelings through the air, at the far end of the table, Veil stood up from his seat and raised his arms again.

"Gentlemen, this...this is what it is all about." He spoke, his expressionless face still warm, welcoming, and happy.

"You all realize the important part, it's not about cheating or bare feet on a beach or even taking a cop by a unique type of force...It's about enjoying yourself...Life is short, and we make it that much more unique."

The large group of furs all shared a smile, even the chiseled faces of Krauser and Victor bent into grins.

"Each and every one of you are the best gift a shadow entity could ask for, and I owe you, literally, my life." Veil said, before...

Turning to you. The reader.

"That's right, you're here too, and I hope you enjoyed the Ham, I marinated that shit in so many spices...It took a lot of work." He started.

"But that's not what I'm talking to you about, I invited you here too for a reason."

Veil Continued. "Over two years ago, I sat down and typed up a tale about those two little mischievous guys over there, Jacob and Victor, and admittedly, envied them, using them to spout out my own fantasies and likes, I followed it up with Tyson's little footsie-adventure on the Beach while I missed the warm sands of the beach myself.

I watched a little too much Blacklist and decided to tell you about my favorite little band of criminals, Black, Spot and Krauser.

And then, you all started helping me more...

Duke Nauticus, you sexy Shark, you absolute angel, I loved your content far before I created it, and it's an honor to do so.

Sam, my favorite bunny buddy, it's a blast to write for you, and I will happily continue doing the same.

And to all others, who have and continued giving me work, please don't find yourself anything less than miracles, you all give me my energy, have supported me through thick and thin, and making your fantasies come true has been more than a blast, it's been my purpose."

"Uhh, Veil, who the fuck are you talking to...?" Colby asked, confusedly, looking to Veil, whose back was turned to them all, talking to a wall.

Coughing and about facing back to face his party, Veil chuckled.

"Oh, no worries, just uh, some friends." He calmly replied.

"He has lost his marbles." Spot said, smiling and nudging Black's shoulder. "Maybe I stole 'em." Black replied jokingly.

"Anyway, uh, it's Christmas folks, let's fuckin...PARTY or something!" Veil said, dismissively and raising his arms.

Doors opened behind Veil, revealing the ballroom behind the dining room, and inside, was a live dance floor, countless other furs he had invited were partying on the dance floor as the bass flooded through the walls, the thumping of eurodance.

"IS DIS MO-DO?! FICH JA!" Krauser announced excitedly and basically fully ran toward the impromptu club.

"May I have this dance...?" Colby shyly asked Jacob, who took his hand, as they walked away toward the dance floor, Victor, Bale, Donovan and Shen, all looked on in confusion, uttering a stereophonic "Mother fucker..."

Just off the dance floor as the rest of the group joined the party and dancing, some hitting the bar, as others ground against one another, setting the theme of the night to come, to the bumping sounds of his favorite music, Veil sat in a velvet armchair, his fingers tapping along a keyboard as he took notes of the Christmas Party, which in his mind, was a resounding success.

He only hoped, his loyal, amazing readers would feel the same.

"Merry Christmas, everyone, and a very happy New Year..."

Happy Festive Fapping,

Veil.