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A very merry Private Pom Christmas
I'm really sorry it took so long to write this. But I certainly hope you enjoy it!
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It was December 14th. All of the privates and most of the military were marching their way onto busses and driving off. Standing behind the crowds of people were a formation of soldiers left for the holiday season. The group was very small, most soldiers wished to go home and see their families for the holidays. But some soldiers just didn’t have the funding to actually go.
“Don’t worry soldiers. You’re gonna be having so much fun you won’t even realize you’re still on base. You’ll get day passes, pizza, you name it it’ll be going on.” Major sheppard smiled looking at the rag-tag group of soldiers.
“Let’s go soldiers.” She ordered the squad into base once again. The small group of males walked back into the company.
The small group of soldiers consisted of a bear, a fox, a pug, a skunk, a great dane, and a bat. All filed into the male bay.
“So what do we do… I don’t really know what we’re supposed to do with ourselves.” The pomeranian spoke up.
“Well I don’t know bout you bitches, but my bed is sounding quite nice.” The fox piped up.
“Well if you guys want we can to we can at least introduce ourselves. If that works well. I DO know how to dungeon master. So we can play a game of D&D.” The skunk piped up. “A very close friend of mine once taught me about this game.” Leon spoke up.
The fox turned up his nose, but at the same time huffed. “Everyone just calls me Killjoy. But my name is Lovejoy.” The fox mentioned.
“This here.” Pointing to the bear. “Is Glinsey.” He mentioned. “We’re both from the fitness training company. I injured my shins during basic. And Glinsey fractured his femur.”
The pug snuffled quietly. “My name is Hosain. It’s nice to meet you all. I apologize, english isn’t my first language.”
“Hosain… You’re in Fitness training company as well. I’ve seen your weird ass several times.” Lovejoy mentioned. “People call you the autismo don’t they?”
The pug looked down with a geeky laugh. “Yeah. I don’t want to be the autismo though. I wish to be the peace keeper.” He snickered.
Pom looked at the group and couldn’t help but snicker. “I guess all that’s left is the bat huh? I mean I personally know Bishop considering I work in your company you came from.” The pomeranian smiled.
“The name is Lytle. And for the record. I love D&D. I’ve been a huge fan of that game for a while. Just… Never got to really play!” The bat laughed childishly.
“Well now that we‘ve gotten that outta the way. Why don’t we begin?” Leon gave a cheeky grin.
The group of males sat in a circle on the cold floor, bundled up in blankets and sheets of paper. A few hours had passed as the boys continued their game of merriment laughing.
“You find yourselves in front of the mighty goblin king! Trollbert! King of partying!”
The pomeranian gasped nearly falling over. The rest of them seemed quite enthralled by the skunk’s rendition.
“Yeah? Well Koren is gonna totally kick Trollbert’s ass! With his awesome paladin power!” Lovejoy shouted back. “I’m gonna wield my battleaxe and strike him down!” He demanded.
“No good.” Leon grinned.
“What?! Fuck you it’s ‘no good.’ “ The fox refuted.
Leon leaned over. “It’s no good! You can’t refute the DM.” Leon growled going forehead to forehead with the fox.
“You wanna fight? Cause I’ll totally fight your sorry ass.” Lovejoy growled.
“Bring it on! The dungeon master has final say bruh! Ulys told me so! And I would believe him over you any day of the year!” He protested. Now you gonna party with the goblins or are you gonna be a little bitch still.” He asked.
The vulpine sat back down with a huff. “Fine. But I won’t enjoy it. Koren is gonna be a poor sport. Cause fun police paladin.”
“Alright that’s fine.” Leon laughed. “Pom. You’ve not spoken much. What are you in favor for?” Leon asked the canine.
“I guess… I guess I will party with the goblins.” He smiled proudly.
“Great! In doing so the mighty troll bestowed upon you the party horn!” Leon raised his pencil in cheer.
“Oh what?? Why’s the puffball get the party horn?” The fox complained.
“Because he’s actually trying to humor the troll. Not beat his face in.” Leon laughed.
As the group cavorted in their playing the bell rang through the place.
“Hell yes! It’s chow time!” Lytle shouted, springing up. “I wonder what our first meal is gonna be like!”
“I wonder if they’ll have pulled pork.” Hosain snickered childishly.
“I think they’ll have something possibly like that.” Pom responded innocently.
“I-it was supposed to be a joke Pom. I was making a beating my meat joke.” Hosain explained still laughing childishly.
“I know when I get back I’m gonna download me some hentai, and go to my meat beating stall and have a grand old time!”
“Hosain…” Leon stood up and unbuckled his PT belt.
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT!?” He struck the pug thrice with the plastic belt.
“AYY! AYY! AYY! POM HELP ME!” He reached out, shriveling down with each hit. Screaming like a girl the entire time.
Pom couldn’t help but try to contain his laughter watching the other canine get savagely beat for talking of beating his meat.
“Ey! Fuckboys! If we don’t hurry there ain’t gonna be any chow left!” Lovejoy shouted at them rushing out the door.
The group ran to formation and over to the DFAC with the platoon. Something felt off. The DFAC was covered in glam and records. They peeked over the wall they were told never to look over. To see a MOUNTAIN of treats, candies, cakes, pies as far as their eyes could see.
“Pom am I seeing things straight?” Hosain snuffled.
The private nodded his head. “This has got to be a trap…” He trembled.
“You’re right.” Lovejoy stated. “They’re gonnna smoke the shit outta us if we eat that.” The three conferred quietly. Only to have a drill sergeant walk over to them.
“Hey! Normally I would say shut the fuck up in line but. I can tell y’all are a little confused. So lemme break it down. There’s all kinds of food for you guys. Take what you’d like. Be polite. But then again I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that.” The sergeant laughed. “Enjoy your meal soldiers.” He patted the wall walking off.
“This can’t be real…” Leon murmured.
They worked their way up to the front of the line only to see in front of them a row of officers. BEHIND THE FOOD COUNTER.
Pom immediately turned to them. “Oh god. Oh god. I knew it was a trap.” He exclaimed.
As they slid down the line like little robots on a conveyor belt going to each station. First one that stood out was a saint bernard, with the monacer “Kreisel”. A gold leaf on his dress blues showing his rank was a major.
“Hello there soldier. What can I get for you?” He smiled sincerely to the young pomeranian.
Pom almost at a loss for words he pointed to the turkey. “C-can I get some turkey sir?”
Kreisel laughed. “Of course! No need to be so up tight, you can relax. This is all for you guys. Show you that you can actually have a great holiday too.” He smiled.
Hearing that Pom kind of relaxed a little bit more smiling. Sliding down the line, there was Major Sheppard at the end of the chow line. Beautifully dressed in her dress blues, many medals adorned upon her breast.
“Hey Pom. Would you like the brisket? Maybe some ham? Or would you care for both?” She smiled.
B-both please ma’am.” He gave a weak smile.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself so far. I know it can’t be easy without a family to go home to. Or you can’t afford it. But we wanna let you know you’re our family.” She smiled slopping the food into his plate. “Enjoy soldier. You earned it.”
The group ate their fill not just once but thrice. Filling up on delicious foods and candies. Eventually marching their way back to the company.
Walking back up the stairs the pug went up to Pom, with a rather embarrassed look on his face.
“H-hey Pom? Can I talk to you about somethin?” The shy pug pulled him aside.
“What’s up?” Pom smiled.
“Well… I kind of have an issue. I was trying to hurry up the stairs to the latrines and well. The struggle was far too real friend.” He rubbed the back of his head.
“Did you throw up Hosain?” Pom asked sympathetically.
“Oh heavens no! That’s disgusting. But… I was running up to the bathroom and well… I pulled down my PT shorts and… I didn’t make it.” His face turned a sickly pale.
“So wait… Are you telling me you…” He trailed off.
“I shit myself.” He stated rather loudly but quite embarrassed.
“Dude.” Leon looked at him. “The fuck.” He laughed. “You gotta shower bro.”
“I did! But it’s just… Man that brisket got me good.” He laughed hysterically.
Pom shook his head and smiled. “You know. If the next couple weeks are gonna be like this. I’m totally okay with you guys being my family.” He smiled brightly.
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