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On the First Day of Yiffmas, Jakealope Wrote for Thee...

And a Canine to Step On Me!

"PRESENTS!!"

Jake bounced out the bed with more energy than most children on Christmas Day. Bed covers swept aside, he hit the ground running for his bedroom door. Christmas Day meant Christmas presents, and Jake wasn't ashamed of his unbridled excitement. Why couldn't he be giddy for a day that only came once a year?!

Popping the door open revealed the massive hallway outside. To an unsuspecting folk, it would appear a never-ending landscape that'd have them paralyzed to the core. To Jake, it was just another trek in his normal, everyday microscopic travels.

Well, not quite microscopic; that was exaggerating the truth by a wee bit. Jake measured in at just about an inch--give or take a millimeter or two, depending on how different doctors factored in his large ears and antler-like horns. Still, being a singular inch tall in a world belonging to primarily _much_larger furs was nothing to sneeze at.

Unless you were Jake Halos, of course. Jake chose to be unafraid of his fragile existence. Jake chose to take the giant bull by their giant horns. Jake was not the type to let his vertically challenged life become an unbeatable one. And most of all, he was not going to be afraid of the power others might think they have over him.

Which was why he especially loved this particular part of the morning routine so much more than anything:

DIIING DIIING DIIING

"Rift! Get up sleepyhead! IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY GET UP GET UP GET UP!"

The bell inside the neon-green and pitch-black wolf's room hummed a little while longer, as did Jake's projected voice in the megaphone. A groan answered from the other side of the doorway, notably heard under the small gap at the bottom--a sizable gap for the tiny kobold. Jake could squeeze in and bother Rift to get his sluggish butt out of bed. He could do that... or get a head start on presents!

"YOUR LOSS BUDDY!" Jake yelled into the megaphone before running off down the side of the hallway. Huffing and puffing by the end of the expedition across the hardwood floor, Jake was graced by a beautiful sight before him: a sea of presents as far as the eye could see.

The base of the tree was invisible by decorated paper. The entire corner of the living room was occupied by the wonderful presence of various sized boxes and bags.

"Yes yes YEEESSS!" Jake skittered to the corner of the staircase post, taking every bit of the joyous occasion. Christmas Day was the best, and it was only just starting! The real joy was opening said presents. Jake could only imagine what awaited him inside his gifts.

And since Rift was too slow to join in, maybe he could peek at a few of the wolf's presents while he was at it...

Jake backed up from the corner post, preparing to reach his first target. Normal-sized furs didn't need to think about what to open first--typically just going for whatever was first thrust under their snouts--but Jake had to strategize. Going down was easy, but going up... not so much. So presents under the tree would have to wait. Two full-sized stockings, labeled J and R respectively, were Jake's current charted course.

And he had it all figured out.

Rift had been kind enough to string up a set of lights from staircase railing to fireplace mantel piece. Jake told Rift it was just for convenience of travel--which was one hundred percent truthful--all the while withholding information of stocking stuffers to the oblivious wolf. This being Rift's first Christmas definitely had some benefits.

With the hidden away paperclip in hand, Jake prepared his rapid downward descent. "Here I come presents! On Dancer, on Comit, on Cupid and--whoa shit! Ahhhhh!"

Jake slipped over the edge in his excitement. With some luck, his grip held true, and the yellow and peach-furred kobold zip lined down at an eye watering pace. Screams were lost in the wind, and eventually lost to laughter. The zip line was a success! Except for one little problem that was getting _larger_by the moment: the rapidly approaching brick wall in front of him was closing in, and brakes had been a forgotten addition to the retrofitted zip line.

"Uh oh, no. No! Stop please stop stop stop--"

The teeniest splat! sounded in the living room. To Jake, it was a more profound, bone-shaking crash into the wall, his body ricocheting back onto the mantel's surface.

"Yeouch! Owww..."

Jake, a little bruised in ego but otherwise unharmed, sat up and shook his head. Good thing micros were more indestructible. If not, there'd been plenty of times before now where he would've been in a lot more trouble. Still, it was painful to greet the wall at such high speeds, and so the little guy needed a moment to recover his senses.

There wouldn't be much time to rub his battered horns; a clicking sound could be heard from where he'd just come down from, and a boisterous yawn shortly followed. A lumbering Rift was on the move--without giving Jake any time to sneak through his stocking first! Luckily the wolf had no understanding of the importance of Christmas. Instead of jumping down the stairs, Rift started his morning routine with a stop in the bathroom.

"Yes! Okay, I've still got time," Jake muttered to himself, hopping back to his footpaws.

A short trek brought him to the other end of the mantel. The kobold stopped between the two stocking hooks--Rift's was decorated to be a Christmas tree, not that he really preferred it that way but that's all that was available at the store, while Jake's was a simple snowman--gauging the jump over the ledge. "Here goes nothing..."

Jake backed up a few steps for a running start, then dove off with a stomach-churning yell, "Yipeeeee!"

Down and down he went. The room disappeared behind new walls of fuzzy red. The light dimmed as he continued down and down further... and further... and further...? And further?! Jake kept falling a single present in sight! Finally his rump hit the soft bottom of the stocking. He slid a bit further down, unable to dig his claws into the fabric before his body cramped into the toed section of the sock.

"Ugh, what the heck Santa! Where. Are. The. Presents?"

Not a single toy, candy, or even gift card in here! Completely empty. Santa had forgotten about their stockings--or at least had skipped out on Rift's stocking. Why would he do that? But Jake had other things to worry about. Namely, how would get back out of here?

He wasn't so much worried about getting out; being tiny meant developing skills for clambering up a great many things, so the kobold was hardly concerned about the difficulty of making his way back up the grippy clothing. He was only concerned with how long it would take. This better not give Rift a head start on present unwrapping!

Jake's claws stuck true as he began his much slower ascent. First he reached heel height, then about halfway up was when he heard the footsteps approaching. Only a certain sleepy wolf could be making those steps.

"Must go... faster...!"

Jake kicked it into high gear. Small kicks got him a bit more distance, while also nearly causing him to tumble back down the depths of Rift's stocking. Not letting the near misses deter him, Jake kept up the hustle, and he was so close now. Another few grappled leaps got him to the open mouth of the stocking. Another few inches would have him out...

The world shifted around him. "Whoa! What the..."

The stocking's mouth closed at one half, luckily not the half he was climbed up, and Jake spotted the telltale neon-green digits of his friend. Rift had grabbed his stocking off the hook!

The kobold was going to be caught red-handed--or peach-handed, more appropriately--but at least he might be able to play it off as not being his fault. An immediate thought of how to do so came to mind: he could just say he jumped into the wrong stocking! Yeah, just a big misunderstanding was all this was.

Jake carefully climbed up the last bit and yelled out to his friend, "Hey. Hey! Rift! I jumped in the wrong--"

"Yooooooo! New socks!" The wolf exclaimed from above.

New socks?

"Wha..." Jake scrunched his snout, both his floppy ears clinging to his skull. Not socks, you big dope! Stockings! Santa doesn't hang up real socks to pack gifts into!

But Rift didn't know any better. He had both his and Jake's stockings in hand, and the micro kobold realized how big of trouble he suddenly was in.

"Uhm... Rift! RIFT! NOT SOCKS! DON'T PUT THEM ON!"

The air whipped around Jake as he was lowered to the ground. The kobold's minuscule voice wasn't getting to his friend's ears. How was that big, furry goober not able to hear him at all!

"COME ON RIFT! RIIIIFT! I'M RIGHT HERE!! DON'T--oh no..."

Jake gulped at the shadow overhead. One giant paw blocked out his view of most of the Christmas tree and the wolf sitting in front of it. He tightened his grip on the stocking, but there would be no stopping the force of Rift's toe beans. Down they came, lining up with the opening, coming ever closer to stamping Jake back down into the now-sock.

Frantic waves were no help.

His frantic yelling was lost far before it could be heard.

His widened eyes watched the cataclysmic object get ever closer.

This was not how expected his first Christmas with Rift to be. Under a paw that seemed a football field long in every direction. Furs as long as the kobold's body, if not longer! Mighty beans that would envelop his entirety if he were so unlucky to be caught underneath them--just as he was now.

When Rift first contacted the inside of the stocking with his toes, a great tremor threatened to unseat the kobold from the lining he had a death grip on. Jake only delayed the inevitable. Another shove also shoved him in too, and there wasn't anything to keep him from going deeper. Tumbling head over heel, he lashed out for purchase on anything, but his claws caught empty air or parting fur. Back down into the dark he fell.

Down... Down... down...

Until he slid again into the crevice at the bottom. But that would mean--

That would mean that four meaty paws would be joining him down here.

"No, nononono! Nooooo!"

Words could not stop the weight of the wolf pressing down on him. Face, arms, legs, and tail all buckled underneath one lazy dog's paw. And still more pressure was applied as Rift worked his toes snuggly into the bottom of the calf-height sock. He felt every millimeter gained by the paw smothering him. Jake's body smooshed into the largest pad, literally absorbed into that gigantic black bean.

There was no chance for the kobold to communicate his disapproval of being forced against his friend's smelly paw. Speaking up would only mean opening his mouth, and that would mean more of Rift's pad filling up the open space. He already had to smell his grave mistake, he didn't want to also taste it!

"Wow, these feel great, hehe!" Rift said. Jake had no trouble hearing the wolf, even from his precarious spot under the wolf's grippers. It was a one-way communication that the kobold had to suffer through. The only hope Jake had was that he'd be felt, but that already seemed unlikely. Took small to even make a noticeable enough speck.

Rift continued his oblivious, carefree meanderings above. "Oh! This other one has stuff in it! Wonder why? Whatever--let me just..."

Jake whimpered helplessly at the clanging of his stocking gifts falling to the ground. Each noise was a prick at his tiny heart. His gifts were being man-handled by the regular-sized idiot, and there was nothing he could do about it!

"There, nothing in it now, just like mine! Hope Jake doesn't mind if I take his sock too. Not like he can wear it, haha!"

Doesn't mean you should be wearing it either! Jake internally screamed. And your sock is NOT! EMPTY! LET ME OUTTTT!

Jake's silent fuming was only for his own benefit. The only way he'd be getting out from under the green paw was by Rift's doing, and the wolf seemed entirely unknowing of the kobold's pleas.

"Where is Jake, anyways? Dude's been blabbing about this Christmas crap for weeks, now he's gonna miss out on all these goodies!"

I'm the one that frickin' woke you up in the first place, fleabag! You are going to ruin my Christmas let me out let me out let me--ACH!

As if Rift heard the kobold's annoying complaints, the paw stomped down hard on him, squashing out all the rebellion left in Jake. Rift had stood upright, all the compounding weight of the skyscraper wolf focused on the micro's body. The paw pad further enveloped him--physically and sensationally. Not in a good way, either. Jake might've been into some fun paw play here and there, but not when the paw's owner was none the wiser of his predicament, and most likely rifling through his presents!

It was a miasmic atmosphere that tortured the kobold's nostrils. Every wheezy breath was tainted with his friend's pungent aroma. Some scents could be considered acceptable; a faint whiff of body wash was plenty inviting, as was the natural odor of Rift, a scent Jake had become accustomed to in their time living together. Other scents were a bit too strong--like the lingering scent of weed that always seemed to follow him around.

Jake wasn't going to stop Rift from doing what he liked, he just wished it didn't invade his entire being every time he got too close to the larger fur. Rift was of course nose blind to the plant's skunk odor. He'd do his best to keep it at a manageable level, but their defined levels of manageable were quite different. So the wolf was always carrying the baked-in scent of his baked self. Jake couldn't avoid the scent while being stuffed under paw. Might as well be smoking the stuff with how much it reeked between his toes.

"Jake--Jaaaake. Jake, where you at?"

Rift looked upstairs and down, outside and inside. He looked everywhere but underneath his own lumbering form, unaware of how close Jake really was, and how much of a hell he was putting the kobold through. Every step squished the little guy deep into the crevices of his beans. Sometimes his toes would flex or scrunch around his head. He hoped that the obtrusion between the wolf's digits would be noticed, that any moment the makeshift sock would be removed. He could only hope his buddy would get him out of this paw prison.

No such luck for the tiny lizard. "Oh well. His loss, wherever he went," Rift said, not sounding all that bothered that Jake was missing.

Of course he wouldn't care! Uggghhh! When I get out of here, I'm gonna--!

Jake wasn't going to do anything to the big wolf, if he were completely honest. Not while his body was compressed under fluff and skin, and not afterwards, either, because what can you do to get back at someone a hundred times your size? You weren't taking any shit from larger furs, but they certainly didn't have to listen to you either. Rift was the absolute worst at taking your minuscule complaints seriously. Getting him to actually listen was like trying to drive in a nail with a balloon hammer.

So you'd have to grin and bear it. You'd have to endure the smashing paw above you for now, and never talk about it again afterwards.

At least Rift sat back down again, taking his literal weight off your shoulders. The sound of crunching paper told you what his focus was on now. Rift's first Christmas Day experience of unwrapping presents, beaming at what he'd gotten, and acting like a kid again--and Jake wouldn't be there to see it!

At least I can hear... Jake begrudgingly thought.

It was probably an adorable sight: the green and black wolf in his new calf-high socks, his one white ear adorned with three simple hoops of gold and black, claws tearing apart the closest present in his vicinity.

"Oh hell yeah, a new bong! So pretty!"

Go figure...

"What's this... oh, a VR headset! Shweeeeet!"

--And another way for him to accidentally crush me under his paw without knowing? Freakin' great...

"Oooh, I'll gotta charge it up so I can try it out!"

No, you don't have to--whup!

The wolf didn't care what his unhappy passenger wanted. A few crawling steps from the giant indicated he was doing exactly what he said he'd do, and as the headset unboxing went on, Jake stewed in the pits of the canine's green-furred toes, growing equally anxious and complacent to his new existence within Rift's sock--an increasingly warmer sock with every passing minute. The intoxicating smells only grew stronger as the temperature rose within, further drowning the poor puny kobold in the massive, stinky paw.

I just wanted to open my preseeeennnts...