Byron's Tales Part I
Follow the adventures of a Red Forest Raccoon named Byron as he deals with the miseries of his life, a near death experience, travels, precarious pickles he gets into, and a few naughty moments too.
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Byron's Tales Part 1
By,
SWSP
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Chapter 1 - _ Bryon's Bad Luck _
He dreaded those words, what were they again? Oh yeah, they were, "I'm sorry Mr. Jades but we do apologize for what
we have to tell you but.. you're fired" he recalled as the words knifed through his body etching themselves deep in
his mind.
It wasn't his boss who told the raccoon he was fired, no, it was his management team who had the gall to say to him
you're fired. Not only did they say you're fired to him right to his face but they had to do right as he walked in
the door and was about to clock in.
Regardless of how it was done the raccoon knew he was out of a job yet again because of not how he worked but
because of what he was which ate at his mind like a chainsaw cutting through fallen timber.
You see, Byron Jades was not just any old raccoon who had the bandit face, the typical banded tail, grey fur, and
black raccoon eyes. No, Byron Jades was a rare species of raccoon called a red forest raccoon. Red forest raccoons
unlike their cousins were not of the natural world. They were interbred with red pandas and forest dwelling wild
raccoons.
Byron's kind were considered outcasts and freaks of nature because they resembled red panda in the face, tail, and
ears. What made the species so unique was the way they resembled a red panda yet had all the characteristics and
temperament of a real raccoon.
It wasn't Byron's fault he was different, in fact, you wouldn't even know he was a real raccoon unless you walked
right up to him and were able to smell the classic raccoon scent his species was well known for.
Byron got stuck with his mother's features in a true red panda face and red panda fur plus a tail. Byron was the
cutest little cub and was an only child to his parents who after he was born moved from their forest dwelling in
the hills to a downtown city loft.
Getting adjusted to city life was not easy for the family especially Byron who was constantly teased for who he was
and what he looked like.
Nobody ever saw what Byron could really bring to their lives, all they saw was a fur who was not like them but more
of the one who was everybody's favorite nerd to pick on when they got the chance.
To make matters worse his parents divorced when he was ten forcing Byron and his mom to move into a tough part of
the city.
With moving to another part of the city came the price of going to the only school in the area. Since Byron's
mother could no longer afford to keep him in the nice school he was in near his house thanks to the courts letting
his dad take everything including the money both of them shared she had to stick him in one of the city's toughest
schools.
Byron's mom was forced to take a slave labor job in a brick making plant on less the three dollars a day. The
management treated her harshly and she would often have to work thirty hour shifts with little more than a ten
minute break every ten hours if she was lucky.
Red forest raccoons were not treated well in the work force, in fact, it was much easier to just be a common nerd
then to be a red forest raccoon trying to fit into the workforce.
What little money Byron's mother did make went into keeping food on the table and paying for the medical bills her
son racked up from constantly being beat up by school bullies.
Byron's mother was forced to pull him out of school in order to one save money and save his life from the constant
bullying he received by the school's worst bullies.
Two years after his mother pulled him from school all the years of back breaking work and hardship had caught up to
her. When she was working in the brick making factory one day she suddenly collapsed at her work station with a
severe stroke which paralyzed her from the waist down forcing her to quit the only job which kept both of them
afloat.
Even before she had the massive stroke, Byron's mother had insisted he take small jobs mowing people's yards or
doing whatever chores they needed done. It didn't last for long as every person Byron tried to get a small job with
either slammed the door in his face or called him communist government screw up trash before kicking him off their
property.
Byron's mother was in failing health ever since she had the stroke and it was becoming dire that he had to get a
job to support himself before it was too late.
Byron did all he could to try to find work but it was always the same thing of what he was meant he couldn't get a
job.
Byron's mother died in her sleep when he was 16 because of complications from her stroke.
The city coroner's office came in and removed her body to go have it cremated. They didn't let Byron say his last
goodbyes to his mother because red forest raccoons were not allowed to have a final say in what happened to their
loved ones.
The only thing Byron was allowed to do was watch them cremate his mother in the ovens of the coronary offices which
left a permanent distaste in his mouth. Byron had never cried as hard as he did the day he was forced to watch the
body of his mother burn in a furnace. They didn't even let him keep her ashes not that it would of made things any
easier but at least his mother would get a decent peaceful burial from him.
Byron left the coroner's office with tears rolling down his face and a deep rage boiling inside of him.
Byron wanted to torch the town for what they had done to his mother but instead chose to just pack up and leave the
area for good. When Byron got back home he packed some clothes and a few small items into a backpack.
Before Byron left his house he found a can of gas and drenched the house in it before he ran back upstairs to grab
his backpack.
With tears streaming out of his sky blue eyes Byron walked into his mother's bedroom and took one of her best
pictures of her and gave it one last parting kiss before throwing it onto her bed.
He took a book of matches and lit one of them to ignite the entire pack. Before he threw the whole match pack onto
his mother's bed he gave her picture one last look before coating it with gas.
Byron threw her picture back on the bed and said in a cracked tear choked voice:
"You'll always be with me mom..Forever, Always, I love you"
Byron threw the lit match book on the picture of his mom and ran out of the house as quick as he could as it became
quickly engulfed in flames.
Before Byron turned to walk away from the burning heap which was once his house he said one last sentence before
turning to walk away for good:
"RIP Mom, I love you, forever, always." He choked as he flipped his backpack over his shoulders walking away from
the life he never wanted to have again.
As Byron walked he cried tears of pain thinking about the mother he was forced to leave behind but each step, each
mile, each minute he got further away from the hell which was his former life got a little easier.
Byron ended up in a valley town where he thought it would be easy to rebuild the life he had lost all over again.
But just like the city this town was no different towards his kind.
He tried to blend in as best he could but to no avail because there was none like him around. Byron eventually had
no choice but to lead a nomad's life for five years until he found a town in the mountains which had a place which
was looking for help.
That place was a cake making factory which accepted anybody to work there regardless of their species or
preferences.
Byron walked into the factory to ask for the manager of the place. It turned out this manager really did need help
in her factory making cakes so she hired Byron on the spot and sent him to work the same day.
The manager he worked under was a nice girl who tried her best to make him fit in with the rest of the workforce.
Byron had never met such a nice gentle manager in his young life before he met her.
What was so unique about her was she was a raccoon but she didn't ever look at Byron for what he was, she hired him
because of what he could do for her company, not what he looked like.
For three years Byron finally was able to break his depression and feel like he belonged in the world once again.
However, tragedy again would strike Byron's life in the form of his manager getting killed in a freak car accident
one evening while returning home from work.
"FAITH CHAIRITY BELL KILLED IN FREAK CAR ACCIDENT ON ROUTE 50" the headline on the front page newspaper read. Byron
was heartbroken to hear the news of his manager's death which he had found out when he picked up the morning
newspaper to read it.
It hit Byron like a ton of bricks to know the one person in the world he was finally able to be himself around was
gone. Who in the world had made Byron endure such tragic news over the course of his young life?
Who was it which said go ahead and get screwed by the fate we make for you? Huh, who said it?
"Whoever IT was deserved a swift punch in the jaw and a pink slip" Byron's mind grumbled to itself.
The police just chalked it up to a mechanical failure but Byron wanted to know the truth. However, the police like
the coroners in town turned a cold shoulder to Byron who was left to morn another tragic loss in his life.
Things went from bad to worse for Byron who found out the cake making factory had already hired a new manager.
This new manager was a cold hearted badger who treated his workers like robots and liked to micro manage everything
his workers did.
He hired a team of managers to do his dirty work for him so he wouldn't have to deal with his workers at all.
What made it worse was that the badger did not like a red forest raccoon working in his factory so it meant the axe
for Byron as soon as possible.
It happened the next day when Byron came to work to clock in for his shift. One of the managers took Byron into a
back room and handed him his pink slip. Byron was told to clean out his locker within five minutes or be thrown out
like the trash.
All Byron did was shake his head and tell the manager to go to hell before he punched the manager in the nose
shattering it to a bloody mess.
Byron stormed to his locker, collected his things, and briskly walked toward the two big doors leading outside.
Before Byron walked out of the factory he saw the manager whom he had punched in the nose give him an "I'll get you
for this" look in his ego flattened eyes.
Byron briskly walked up to the manager and flipped him off before giving him a shot in the family jewels which left
him on the floor in agony.
Byron then proceeded to storm out of the factory ripping the front doors open and slamming them as hard as he
could. He heard glass shattering as he walked with rage and some deep satisfaction away from the factory.
"That will teach those pompous old scumbags a lesson they'll never forget" Bryon fumed as he briskly walked down
the street towards his shanty shack he called home.
Chapter 2 - _ Byron and the tornado _
When Bryon reached his home he threw his things on the ground in disgust and ripped the door open slamming it as
hard as he could letting its breeze carry his discarded things wherever it wanted to.
Byron ripped off his factory clothes and threw them in the trash can in his room before plopping loudly on his bed.
Tears started to well up in his eyes as he wept outloud and got into a fetal position to cuddle himself to try to
make the pain stop.
Why did he deserve to be treated like this? He just wanted to be a normal person like the rest of them.
Why did he deserve to be treated so brutally by a world which saw him as garbage and nothing more.
Why did he deserve to live? It wasn't fair as he rocked back and forth letting all the pain he felt out through his
tears.
"It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair, it isn't fair" Byron wept outloud as his body shook in a pathetic display of
defeat.
Byron had nobody to comfort him in this god forsaken world it seemed so he just laid there like a little baby
without it's mother hoping his tears of pain would turn into slumber of escape.
He heard the distant rolling rumble of thunder which sounded like the spirit of his dead mother calling out to him
to tell him it would be ok.
The rumbles of thunder got louder as Byron laid there using the roars of thunder as a way to calm himself down
enough to where he was just crying and nothing more.
Byron cried himself to sleep as a ear numbing crack of thunder signaled the arrival of the storm looming over
Byron's house. The rain started to pour outside and lightning shot from the sky like daggers accompanied by thunder
which shook the house as the storm raged outside. The rain sounded like mallets as it beat off against the shack's
metal roof.
The sound of hail started to hit the metal roof of the shack as the storm progressively got worse as if Byron's
mother was lowering the boom on the town who hurt her son's feelings yet again.
The wind outside suddenly started to howl as the angry storm had a nasty secret hidden within it, a big tornado
which was hidden behind some hills but was rapidly closing in on an unsuspecting Byron who was too depressed to
realize he was in grave danger.
The roar of the beast was unmistakable as it crested over the hills making a beeline for Byron's little shack. It
ate up dirt, trees and anything else in its path like a voracious vacuum cleaner on steroids.
The tornado knew only one thing and that was either suck up, destroy, scare, or roar like a heard of airplanes
flying really low over your head.
Byron was ripped out of his slumber by the sound of the impending beast cloud. He looked out his window and saw the
monster wedge coming towards him like death with a purpose.
Instead of running in fear or getting the fuck out of dodge Byron just laid there like a pathetic weak fawn in need
of its mother waiting for the inevitable doom to hit it.
"So this is my reward for being what I am, huh?" Byron said sadly as shingles started to come off of the shack's
roof. "This is how you repay me by sending your worst demon of a servant for me" Bryon said sarcastically as the
finger of god caught his shack in its jaws of death.
"I guess I'll see you in whatever hell you have planned for me" Byron said coldly. "Oh well, let's get this over
with already" Byron said as he closed his eyes waiting for the end of his life to come.
"All I can say to whoever you are upthere is, Fuck You" Byron hissed as the tornado was almost on top of his shack
ready to do the job it was hired to do in destroying it like a shark biting into its prey.
The massive angry devil lifted Byron's shack off the ground as he closed his eyes to wait to be sucked out into the
devil's playground which would be his grave.
Windows shattered in his house making it one huge wind tunnel as the full fury of the demonic beast was realized as
it chewed the earth beneath it as it raged.
Higher and higher did Byron's shack go as it was tossed around like a dollhouse being discarded in the trash.
Higher and higher it spun as Bryon lay gripping his bed as dirt and other types of debris coated his body as they
were flung in from the out of control blender of rage.
For thirty more hair raising seconds Byron endured hell as debris feel through his blown out windows and the roar
of the devilish banshee was deafening. Byron figured it wouldn't be long now until he was sucked out into the out
of control tempest for good. He closed his eyes as the misery of his life flashed before him like images in a
camera.
Then a complete miracle happened as Byron felt the grip of the beast lessen on his shack as it fell towards the
ground.
Byron's shack landed on the ground shattering all around him to pieces as the angry tornado spit it out of its
chaotic core before proceeding on for a few more miles before dissipating in a corn field a few miles away from
where the remains of Byron's shack lay in the middle of a dirt road.
Chapter 3 - _ Byron's Adventure Begin _ s
When everything quitted down Byron figured he had gone to the place he deserved to go but was shocked when he felt
his body and felt his lungs moving.
He was still alive!
But how? Why would he still be alive? This must've been a joke right?
It wasn't until Byron opened his eyes that he realized it was no joke...
He was still alive!
He was too busy admiring how he survived to realize where he was. Then a random thought came into Byron's mind:
"Oh great, now I have to deal with today don't I?" Byron asked as he opened his eyes realizing he'd been spared.
"Thanks for nothing whoever you are running the show upthere" Byron said sarcastically as he pumped his fists up at
the..Sky?
"Wait a second, where the hell is my house?" Byron wondered. "And what the *aaaaa aaaa aaaa AAAACHOO* is this junk
all over me?" Byron asked himself as his wonder turned to shock.
"You can't tell me I just survived that angry devil of a storm?" Byron said outloud to himself in complete shock
over the reality of how lucky he actually was. "Ok, what I'm going to do is pinch myself and when I do I better
hear a loud OW!" Byron said to himself as he stuck some of his skin between his thumb and index finger pushing down
with all of his might.
"OUCH, DANG NABBIT SON OF A BITCH!" Byron roared as an intense pain shot through his body telling him it was real
alright.
"Ok, so you've convinced me Einstein above the clouds" Byron jawed at the sky. "Ok, Mr. Wise Guy who thinks he's
Elton John playing Crocodile Rock to a bunch of lame old bats, where the hell am I?" Byron sarcastically said to
the sky hoping for an answer he wasn't going to get.
"So you're not going to be any help, I guess I'll have to find out on my own *stupid no account pie-ano playng wise
ass*" Byron grumbled to himself as he dusted himself off still grumbling about the new mess he somehow found
himself in.
"Remind me to not say anything next time to the likes of you" Byron barked at the sky. "Look at the mess you've
gotten me into, I hope for your sake I find some clothes to wear before I get carted away for indecent exposure"
Byron snapped at the sky which at this point didn't give a rolling cricket's behind if Byron was in the mess he was
in.
"Forget about what's upthere, you dummy" Byron chastised himself. "Right now what's upthere is the least of your
worries so quit being a smartass spoiled brat with something you know isn't going to answer back" Byron said to
himself realizing his conscious was probably right anyway.
Byron trudged around what little was left of his house and found some old work clothes from the cake making factory
still intact. "Great, It would figure I would end up with clothes I don't want to wear" Byron said sarcastically.
"Lemme see if I can do something with this crap" Byron said as he found a pair of scissors, some threads, and a
spool of yarn.
"You who used to be my work clothes can rot in hell because I'm going to make you into something I'll be proud to
show off" Byron mused as he picked up his old work clothes happily humming to himself as he tore them up ready to
turn them into something worth wearing.
It took some time but with a couple hours Byron had made a set of black undie briefs that said in big white letters
across crotch area and bulge area "Bite Me", a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of cargo pants.
When you don't have that much money you learn to make your own clothes and Byron was thankful his mother taught him
how to make his own clothes.
Byron had just enough sewing stuff left to make three more pairs of clothes and a small backpack to put them in.
Byron gave a smug stare at his "Bite Me" briefs and wondered if he'd ever get so lucky to wear them one day.
He decided to put on just a regular pair of homemade tight red undies which hugged his ass like a pillow.
He threw on the cargo pants next and then the long sleeved shirt before putting whatever he wasn't wearing into his
small backpack. Byron slung his backpack over his shoulders and then had to figure out which way he was going.
Byron let his body tell him which way to go. He had two choices: go left which he assumed was west or right which
he assumed was east.
He felt his legs start to turn left which was west so he went west wondering where this road was going to take him.
One thing was for sure, he needed to find a town to find out where he was and he needed something to eat. It had
been a good day since he had a meal of any kind and what he saw along the road didn't look too edible.
"Geez, thanks a million up there.. You had to drop me in a wasteland didn't you?" Byron grumbled up to the sky as
he lifted up his shirt to rub his growling belly.
"It's ok down there, soon as we get to the next town I'm giving you what you want" Byron said as he rubbed his
smooth belly trying to abate its demands.
"I sure hope whatever town I come to has a drink.. I'm thirsty too" Byron said to himself.
During the walk Byron got to watch the sun go down and it was a nice change to see something beautiful as compared
the hell he had gone through a few hours before.
"I just hope I'm going in the right direction because who knows how long a walk I really have in front of me" Byron
said to himself. "I just hope whatever town I come up on accepts me" Byron hoped as he sang a hum to himself to
keep his growing hunger and thirst in the back of his mind.
Several more hours passed before Byron saw the lights of a small village come into view over a ridge.
"Oh Boy, it's about damn time I saw civilization" Byron mused happily. "I was starting to wonder if I might have to
go ahead and eat my clothes" He chuckled to himself as fatigue started to make him say mindless things.
Thirty minutes later Byron was in the village of Redrose. "Huh, I wonder if they make red roses here" Byron
wondered as he got into Redrose's outskirts.
"Bingo, that's what I need right there" Byron chirped as he saw an old rustic pub that served 24 hour a day meals.
"Oh boy.. Oh boy.. Food and drink at last" Byron drooled as he patted his stomach happily.
Chapter 4 - _ Getting To Know The Pub Employees _
Byron walked into pub which was called Col. McStuffy's Irish Pub and Eatery. The place had that sort of welcoming
aroma which told Byron he needed to eat here.
A cougar waitress came up to Byron and asked him if he would like to be seated. Byron politely declined and decided
the bar was the best place to sit at.
The cougar waitress named Bea showed Byron to the bar. As they were walking towards the bar Byron marveled at how
truly rustic the place was. It seemed like every display, every nook, every cranny, and everybody who worked there
had a story to tell.
Before Byron sat down at the bar on a round bench he asked Bea about the place and she told him everything was
flown over from Ireland and assembled by hand there on that spot 150 years ago.
"Wait a second.. This place is that old?" Byron said to Bea.
"Yes sir" Bea said, "It's that old, our bar keep will tell you more if you ask him" Bea said as she sat him down
before going back into the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
There weren't many furs sitting in the place minus maybe a few tiny pockets of them sitting in groups at some of
the tables in the back of the pub.
Seemed like most of them were happy to be there and who could blame them after they saw the handmade real fireplace
crackling on a back wall near some dart boards and a pool table.
Byron had a chance to marvel at the bar which had to be older then the place itself. It had little knicks and
personal autographs of some of the patrons who had eaten there.
It also boasted a beer selection most beer lovers would die to have in their own homes mixed with a display of the
best bourbons, whiskies, and scotches the regions of the world had to offer.
"Tis quite a place you guys have here" Byron said with admiration as the bar keep turtle came up to take his order.
"Thank ye lad, what'll it be for ya tonight?" the gruff turtle said.
"Ummm, do you guys have a menu?" Byron asked.
"Tell ya whut ye young lad, why don't I get ye some of our house specialty ale to quell that loch ness monster ye
have down below" the turtle bellowed.
"That would be great actually" Byron said.
The turtle looked like he knew what he was doing as he took a large pint glass and filled it to the brim with
Guinness Double Stout.
"There ye are lad, enjoy" the gruff turtle rumbled.
Byron took a sip out of the massive glass and instantly felt better as the intense filling bite of the stout
invaded his body as it warmed him to the core.
"Damn man, that is incredible" Byron exclaimed.
"Thank ye lad, that thar is not from a tap but from a cask deep don in our basement" the turtle said.
"Who needs food.. After I'm done with this my stomach will be filled and happy" Byron bellowed as he lifted up his
shirt to rub the bottom of his belly.
"That's the whole point lad, why spend all ye dough on food when one o' our large pints can do it for you".
"What's your name anyway, good turtle?" Byron asked.
"Names Norman, but they all call me Norm" Norman said.
"Cool, pleased to meet you Norm or Norman, which do you prefer?" Byron said as he reached to shake the turtle's
paw.
"Norm is fine and if ye be needing anything else jus' let me know lad" Norm rumbled.
"Norman, there is one more thing I have to ask you" Byron said smiling at the rugged turtle. "Do you know of any
place around here where a guy like me can lay his head?" Byron asked.
"Why sure lad, I know of a place just down the road from here where you can lay your head for the night" Norman
bellowed.
"As soon as I'm done with this lovely beer I will ask you about this place" Byron said as he took a long gulp of
the beer feeeling it warm his insides like warm butter.
"So shall it be lad, enjoy!" Norman said in a happy gruff tone.
Thirty minutes later or two huge pints of beer later Byron was feeling pretty drowsy as he downed a glass of water.
Byron didn't realize Guinness had the tendency to fill you up and knock you out.
"Be there anything else I can get ye lad?" Norman bellowed as he noticed Byron starting to drift off to sleep.
"Huh, whaaa..umm, check please" Byron said in a lazy voice as his eyes got heavier and heavier causing him to slump
forward towards the bar.
"Lad, Lad, Byron" Norman gruffly rumbled as he tried to shake the dosing red forest raccoon out of his beer induced
doze. "I think ye needs to head upstairs, you look in no shape to be trying to walk to a motel" Norman said as he
realized Byron was indeed in no condition for travel.
Luckily the pub had a few bedrooms upstairs for those patrons who couldn't make it an entire drink or had to sleep
their drunk stupors off.
Byron was not drunk, he was incredibly fatigued. It had been a long strange day for him starting with getting fired
from another job, punching a manager who deserved it in the nose, getting sucked up and bashed around by Mother
Nature's scariest of foes to ending up in a place he had no clue how he got there or even if it was real.
Real or not real Byron needed sleep badly as it finally overtook him causing him to slump over onto the bar.
Norman motioned for Bea who was at the back of the pub serving drinks to a couple of customers to come up for a
word with him.
"Bea, take this young lad up to one of our rooms upstairs will ya?" Norman said to the cougar waitress.
"Guess what hun, you're helping me carry him up because he looks like he's put on a few pounds since he got in
here." Bea said as she marveled at the full extended beer belly fully exposed from Byron's cargo shirt.
"I guess ye has a point thar" Norman said as he didn't realize until now that Bea wasn't kidding about needing help
with getting a now dead weighted Byron up to one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the pub.
Norman ran to the end of the bar where there was one of those flip up doors to get in or out from behind it. He
flipped it open and ran over to help Bea get the out of it Byron upstairs as quickly as possible.
Both cougar and reptile pulled and grunted with all their might as they picked up the out cold Byron off of the
stool and tried to carry him to the stairs.
*pant pant* "Dang, this lad is heavier then I thought" Norman wheezed as the added weight from the beer made Byron
seem like a sack of huge bricks.
*pant pant* "Well Norm, we need more help to get him up the stairs, if we lose a grip on him he'll fall down and
wake in a few hours with more than just a headache" *pant pant* Bea groaned.
"You hold on to his shoulders missy and I'll go find another person to help us" Norman said.
"Make sure whoever you get isn't a weakling or we're all toast" Bea reminded Norm.
"Aye Lassie" Norm said as his gruff Scottish accent caused Bea to chuckle as he ran to the front end of the pub to
pick up a PA mic.
"Lads and Lassies, Myself and waitress Bea need some help from one o' you to get this raccoon fellow up the stairs
to one of our bedroom" Norman's voice gruffly rumbled into the PA mic.
"If one of ye helps us, it's a free pint o' the beer of your choice for the rest o' the night" Norman promised.
It was almost like a lost cause since it was 3am and there was almost nobody in the pub who would be willing to
help either because they were drunk, passed out, or too out of it themselves to care.
"I'll be glad to help you two" a voice rang out from the back of the pub making Norman turn his head to the back of
the room to see who the lucky volunteer was.
Chapter 5- Scotty's Intro
It was a black panther named Scotty who had just finished bussing a row of tables of their plates and had just come
out from the kitchen.
Norman looked at the much taller nimble panther and smiled to himself. Scotty was one of the few employees who had
been with the pub since Norman had gotten there some ten years ago. Scotty's father was the original owner of the
pub before it came into the hands of Norman who was a close friend of Scotty's father whose great great grandfather
had originally brought the place over from their native Quark, Ireland.
When Norman came on to start working at the pub as a bar keep Scotty had just started working at the pub as an
errand boy for his father. For a kid of 11 at the time Norman was impressed by how reliable and nice the boy was to
all the customers who frequented the pub.
When Scotty wasn't running errands for his father Norman would often let the boy stand at the front of the pub
greeting customers as they came in or out.
Scotty was a natural at it and it totally surprised Norman when Scotty's father gave the business over to him that
Scotty would not accept a host job and preferred to bus tables.
He'd been bussing tables since he was 16 and now at almost 20 it was dumbfounding to Norman why a kid as good as he
was with people wasn't doing something better then bussing tables.
The kid had everything going for him in terms of a guaranteed ownership of the pub once he was old enough and a
long happy life of keeping the pub's customers happy.
While Norman liked to run the pub he would rather just be a bar keep who served customers whatever spirits or beer
they desired.
Unlike Scotty Norman was about forty years on him in age but the rugged old scot didn't act a dang thing like it
even though he looked his age of sixty.
One of these days Norman was going to surprise Scotty and tell him to ditch the busboy uniform for a more fitting
pub owner uniform but Norman didn't want to rush it because he didn't want to lose the best employee he had in the
pub.
"So who do we have to carry up to the bedrooms this time" Scotty asked Norman as he walked up to the turtle shaking
his paw.
"You'll find our lad overthere with Bea" Norman said as he put the PA mic down. "Scotty, thanks for helping us out,
I know I can always count on you to help us when we need it" Norman said happily.
"Don't sweat it Norm, you know how often we have to do this because our patrons have this habit of stay for one too
many" Scotty said as they walked over to where Bea was holding the latest casualty of too much of a good thing.
"Scotty, they don't stay here or keep coming back because of me, they stay and keep coming back because of you"
Norman said truthfully as he put his paw around the shoulders of the much taller Scotty.
"I know I'm the reason why they keep coming back Norman" Scotty admitted. "But you know I've already said as soon
as I get enough money together I'm leaving this pub" Scotty admitted. "I know you want me to stay and follow in my
father's footsteps but it isn't what I want" Scotty said truthfully.
Norman knew in his heart Scotty was very serious about not wanting to stay in the family business for the rest of
his life. Scotty had never known anything except this pub, this town, and these patrons who kept coming back week
after week to see him.
Norman also knew secretly Scotty was not like his father who was all about the business and nothing else.
He also knew Scotty was a lonely kitty who wanted to see the world and go meet that right girl to go see it with.
Rosewood was not much for attractive women let alone attractive anything except the pub which was the only place in
town where everybody came to socialize.
There really wasn't much in this town for a person Scotty's age and Norman in the back of his mind hoped somebody
would come along in Scotty's life to make him stay.
Norman knew odds were within the next month or less Scotty would be gone and the entire town would fall with the
pub if he left.
Norman scowled sadly at this reality as he and Scotty reached Bea who had the out cold patron by the shoulders
ready to take him up the stairs.
"Oh, so this is our latest victim of our Guinness" Scotty joked as he saw the full belly of beer protruding out
from the patron's cargo shirt.
"So how do you want me in this order, front or back?" Scotty asked Bea.
"Whichever end is heaviest, Scotty" Bea said.
"How did I figure I was going to be at the backend" Scotty said with a bit of a crass tone to his voice.
"Ok, I'll take the backend and you two take the front" Scotty said as the three of them got into their positions to
take the raccoon patron up the stairs.
"Ok, on my count, I,2,3 Lift!" Scotty barked as they took the out cold Byron up the stairs.
"Man, this dude must've drank a small submarine" Scotty commented marveling at how heavy this guy was from drinking
all that beer.
When the trio reached the top of the stairs leading to all the bedrooms they set the raccoon down for a second to
catch their breath.
"Pant pant* ok, I..*pant pant* think we *pant pant* need to put this guy in the room with a shower at the end of
the hall" Scotty said as he was trying to catch his breath.
"What they fuck did you do to him Norm, put knockout drops in his beer?" Scotty asked Norman.
"Nay lad, I did none of the sort, I jus gave the lad his fill in beer and he could not hondle it" Norman said.
"Well whatever the case, let's get this guy to bed so we can all get back to work" Scotty said.
"Aye mate, I be agreeing with ye there" Norman said.
"Make that three, hun" Bea added.
"Ok, on my count again, I, 2, 3.. Lift!" Scotty barked as they struggled to get down the hall to the room marked 19
at the end of the hallway.
When the trio reached bedroom 19 Scotty turned the old squeaky knob with his free paw and the door creaked open
with a long groan.
The trio gave one last push before they got Byron into the room and gave one last heave to get him onto the photon
bed which was straight back in the room from the door resting on a back wall.
Once they were sure Byron was safely on the bed the trio fell back onto a wall as they tried to catch their breath.
Sweat poured from their brows as they wiped it off with towels they carried on their work belts to clean off tables
after patrons had vacated them.
In this case they were more like gym towels as the trio tried to dry themselves off after such a strenuous workout
of carrying a deadweight raccoon all the way to this room.
After a couple minutes Scotty was the first to speak looking at Norm and Bea with a quizzical look on his feline
face.
"Next time we get one like this, I'll let one of our rookies get the honors" Scotty said. "You guys don't pay me
enough to do shit like this all the time" Scotty added with a hint of complaint in his voice.
"Ah, quit yer whining wee pup" Norman said in tough tone causing Bea to laugh and Scotty to frown. "I was glad it
was you and not one of those other patrons cause this lad would have been in big trouble had it not been for you"
Norman reminded Scotty looking at him with a serious tone in his face.
"Ok, ok, so I guess you can be right in one of the few times I let you be right" Scotty said to Norman sucker
punching him in the shoulder for good measure.
"Ow, hey there lad, be gentle on yer elders" Norman said holding his shoulder trying to massage out the sudden
surprise shot of pain.
"You aren't like most elders Norm, without you around here this place would be a boring spot in the middle of
nowhere" Scotty said looking Norm straight in the eye with a serious look in his face.
All Norman could do was look at the panther and shake his head that yes h was partly the reason why this pub did so
good even if he didn't want to admit it.
"Yeah lad, you are right bu even I can bring em in like you can" Norman said smiling at Scotty who thought about
those words for a minute.
"I guess I do Norm, but I don't do anything special, I'm just me" Scotty admitted truthfully.
Scotty looked down at his watch to see what time it was and noticed it was fifteen till 4am which meant the early
birds would be at the pub for breakfast in less than two hours.
"Come on, it's gonna be morning in a couple hours so we need to start kicking out this late night crowd" Scotty
said. "I don't want our morning crowds mixing with our late night ones because it never ends well for us" Scotty
said.
"Tha one I can agree with ye there" Norman chimed in. "Come on then, let's go an give this lad here some peace for
a couple hours" Norman said as the trio started towards the door.
"We might as well leave the lights off and let nature be his wake up call" Scotty said. "I'll check on him in a
couple hours or when my shift is over at 8am" Scotty said.
The trio walked out of the room closing the door leaving an out cold Byron alone to sleep off his beer induced buzz
as the first signs of morning were starting to chirp outside the window of the bedroom.
..
Scotty's shift lasted a lot longer then he thought because he, Bea, and Norman had to deal with rowdy patrons who
didn't want to leave until their last pints of whatever they were drinking was gone.
After about three hours of tedious persuasive talking or physical extraction everybody who was not supposed to be
there anymore had gone home or had stumbled down the street to walk off their buzz.
"This is the thing I hate the most about this place" Scotty said. "Every morning it is the same routine, don't you
guys think we ought to hire some real muscle" Scotty complained looking at Norman with a pleading gaze.
"Sorry lad, nobody wants to take this job unless they are willing to shove out people who could be them after a
night of drinking" Norman said as he did his best to smile back at Scotty.
"I can't believe we've never had to call the town police to get some of our usual rowdies out of here" Scotty
commented.
"Ye want to know why?" Norman said with a raised bushy eyebrow.
"Why, please enlighten me Norm" Scotty said crassly.
"Because nay a large patron wants to piss this Scot off and make him bring the Scottish shalaylee down on them"
Norman said in a cool tone causing Scotty to laugh a little.
"Norman, I would not want you pissed off.. that's for sure" Scotty commented smiling at Norman as they made their
way to the back door of the pub to go outside to its backyard.
"Lad, before I came over to this pub I used to work a' the old Scottish pub in ma homeland an we used to have to
brawl wi' people to get em out" Norman said boastfully. "Ma ol' nickname back then was Norman the Scottish Hound
From Hell because nay a patron regretted getting into it wi me" Norman said proudly.
"I think if I remember right, the reason dad hired you in the first place was because he knew we wouldn't be
needing any police help" Scotty said recalling the look of confidence in his father's eyes the day he hired Norman.
"Yer ol' man knew real good help when he saw it and tha's why he hired me because of what I brought to this place"
Norman said as the duo stepped outside feeling the morning rays of sun hit their faces accompanied by a soft breeze
rippling through the trees above them.
"You know Norman, I never doubted dad at all" Scotty said proudly. "He was a great guy to know as a father" Scotty
said in a proud voice with a beaming look in his yellow eyes.
"Ya, twas too bad he couldn't be here to see his son become the young man he is now" Norman cooed as he put his paw
around Scotty's shoulders.
"Yeah yeah, I know" Scotty said in sort of a depressed tone.
"I'm sorry you had to lose your father to a freak accident at home" Norman said softly.
"First off, it was his fault the latter he was standing on was not stable" Scotty said with a bit of anger. "I told
him to not go out on the roof with that latter but he was stubborn and refused to listen to me" Scotty growled.
"Look lad, I know you couldn't stop your father being stubborn, you can't change what he did, you can only change
what you do lad" Norman said in a fatherly tone.
"Yeah, I know, but it still hurts regardless of what you say" Scotty said truthfully as they reached a stone picnic
table in the middle of the pub's backyard where they could sit down.
"He wanted to do things his way and if he did it his way you had to do it that way or else he'd flog you until you
did it his way" Scotty said as he felt the small scars in his arms.
"Why do you think I want so bad to leave this place, Norm?" Scotty said in a stern tone. "I didn't want to do this
as my career, I wanted to go off to college and get a real job in a really big city" Scotty said seriously. "If my
father had let me do what I wanted to do I would be where I wanted to be right now in a big city with a good job
and a girlfriend to call my own" Scotty said as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Listen to me lad, your life is not over with by a long shot and you haven't even hi' 21 yet" Norman said. "I doan
wanna hear tha fact your life is over because it's not" Norman said as he massaged Scotty's shoulders. "I know I
can't stop you from getting what you want, however, the only person who is stopping you is you" Norman said as he
looked Scotty straight in the eye.
"I've been aroun' this block a few times in my life, Scotty, I din choose to become a bar keep, I wanted to because
it was what I desired the most" Norman said. "You are forty years behind me lad and have your entire life in front
of you, what's stopping you is you" Norman said truthfully.
"Norm, I don't know why I still stay here regardless of how much I hate it" Scotty admitted. "Even though I want so
bad to leave something keeps me here and I don't know what it is yet" Scotty said as he looked Norman straight in
the eye as the tears in his yellow eyes came down staining his cheeks.
"All I can tell you Scotty is that's for the road you are takin' in life to figure out for you" Norman said softly.
"The only thing I know is your father was a good man who wanted the best for you through all of his toughness"
Norman said smiling at Scotty. "If he were sitting right here with us what do you think he'd say to your face"
Norman asked.
"I know what he'd say, quit being a little sissy about things you know in your heart you are lying to yourself
about not getting" Scotty said. "Now get off your ass boy and get back to work" Scotty said as a small smile
cracked across his face as he wiped his tear stained cheeks with his paw.
"That's what I would of thought you'd of said, lad" Norman said in a happy tone as he hugged Scotty.
"What if I never find a woman here, then what?" Scotty asked.
"If you don't which I doubt you will you've always got those big burly patrons of ours to lament with" Norman
joked.
"Good God Norm, if that happens, you can bash me over the head with your golf clubs until I get some sense knocked
into me" Scotty laughed as he playfully squeezed Norman's arm.
"Well lad, that's wha I like to see" Norman said beaming with a smile only a rugged scot like him could crack.
"If I didn't have you Norm, I don't know what I would do with myself" Scotty laughed.
"Jus close the door and don't make a mess all over my nice clean pub. Lad" Norman joked laughing hysterically.
"Norm, you are a screwed up bird, you know that?" Scotty laughed.
"Ya but I'm aged to perfect perfection" Norman laughed as they both broke into a much needed fit of laughter.
Once the laughing subsided Scotty looked down and checked his pocket watch which said 10:30AM.
"Oh shit, I'd better go check on that raccoon fellow before I leave for the day to go get some sleep before my next
shift" Scotty said in a panicked voice totally forgetting about the out cold raccoon still sleeping in the bed in
room 19.
"You'd better go get that guy up because I don't want him here any longer then noon when I have to get off my
shift" Norman reminded Scotty.
"Yeah yeah, I know about the strict seven hour policy we hold around here" Scotty said rolling his eyes.
"What if I can't get him up Norm?" Scotty asked.
"Then I will get him up, the Scottish way" Norman said in a stern Gaelic tone.
"Oh God forbid it gets to that point, I'd feel sorry for the poor chap then" Scotty said wide eyed and about to
laugh again.
"What lad, it's tha Scottish truth ye be messin' with" Norman said in a smooth tone. "Din listen to us, we may the
lot o' you pay" Norman laughed.
"HA HA, I just can't believe we've been outhere for two hours" Scotty said.
"Wha are best friends goo' for, killin' time" Norman said causing Scotty to laugh out loud.
"Well then, I best be gettin' to it then because if this guy doesn't wake up in an hour he'll have you to deal
with" Scotty laughed as the pair got up from the table and walked back into the pub to finish out a shift and go
wake up a slumbering raccoon.
Chapter 6- _ Byron's Horny Hangover _
Byron slowly opened his eyes only to get a sharp shot of light in them mixed with a pounding headache.
"Oh shit, do I feel crappy" Byron said to himself as he massaged the side of his head trying to make the throbbing
pain go away.
"Where the fuck am I anyway?" Byron asked himself. "Oh crap, who cares, I need a shower and a glass of water first.
Before Byron sat up he craned his head forward to make sure he wasn't dead and in some waiting room to go to
heaven.
With Byron's throbbing head right now it wouldn't matter where he was anyway because nasty hangovers have a
tendency to do that to a person.
Byron felt around his body to make sure he really was alive even down to giving the front of his cargo pants a
light squeeze.
"Yep, you are still there aren't ya?" Byron purred as he felt the front of his cargo pants tent up a little.
When Byron went up to feel for his neck he felt another bulge just above his pants waistband. It had a button in
the middle and it was smooth.
Byron's eyes shot open to see the enlarged small beer belly he had grown from drinking all of that Guinness Double
Stout last night.
"Oh damn it, I'm gonna have to go on a serious diet after I leave here" Byron said to himself as he closed his eyes
to negate the light from coming into them.
"I think I'll just lay here for a few more minutes to see if the headache I have wears off" Byron said to himself.
"I don't give a crap what time it is right now anyway" Byron grumbled to himself.
The time was actually about 9am but Byron was still too out of it to care.
About an hour and twenty minutes later Byron again woke up to not a headache anymore but some serious morning wood.
Seems he had fallen back asleep into a hot dream of some kind. Either that or he was still too drunk to believe he
was in reality.
As Byron's paw was reaching down to start groping the front of his cargo pants lightly his paw ran across his
protruding small beer belly.
"Well, I guess I might as well rub you too since my paw has to go past you anyway" Byron purred.
Byron hiked his cargo shirt up to where just his belly was exposed and started to slowly rub it starting at the
middle and working his way to the bottom.
It felt pretty damn good to be stroking something other than the front of his cargo pants which were straining as
his bulge ached for some attention.
Byron was too lost rubbing his belly to care about what his erection wanted. In fact, his smooth strokes with his
paw across his belly caused him to smile in bliss.
"Oh..I never thought this would feel this good" Byron said to himself. "I wonder what will happen if I play with my
belly button?" Bryon asked himself.
Byron took his left paw off of stroking around his belly to playing with his navel by sticking a paw digit into it
and rolling it around.
"Tee hehehe, now I know why chubby people like to be the way they are" Byron said playfully.
Byron himself couldn't help but laugh like a gay queen at the incredible bliss he felt right now just by playing
with his belly and his belly button.
The front of his cargo pants strained as the briefs hidden inside got moister and moister with his pre cum.
"Oh all right I guess I need a shower now to get you the attention you deserve" Byron griped wanting to stay like
that for just a few more minutes.
Byron opened his eyes and blushed by just how turned on he truly was.
"Oh my, I hope they don't mind it if I coat the shower stall in my spunk" Byron's mind said in a naughty tone.
"Now, let's see where the bathroom is in here. I can figure out where I am later" Byron said to himself.
Just off to the left of the bed was a small bathroom with a shower in it. It was just big enough for Byron's 5'11
frame but not much else.
"Guess I'd better take my clothes off outhere" Byron said to himself as he got up out of bed to undress himself.
..
_ Chapter 7 _- _ Byron's Peepshow _
Scotty raced up the stairs to go check on the raccoon patron to see if he was at least conscious enough to get up.
Scotty heard some movement in the room and figured he'd better crack open the door to see if this raccoon was
moving.
Scotty ever so quietly turned the knob of the door and cracked it open to look into the room.
..
Byron got up off the bed and staggered to his feet trying to get his balance as he tried to focus on standing at
that very moment.
The front of his cargo pants looked like Mount Everest had claimed her spot in them. Byron could feel his erection
throb and squirt pre out as he reached down to unsnap his cargo pants.
..
Scotty froze in place at the door totally shocked at what he was seeing. This was no ordinary raccoon; this was one
of those rare red forest raccoons whose species were not looked at very well in society.
Scotty was too busy trying to get his head around what he was witnessing. Red forest raccoon or not this guy was
obviously oblivious to him standing there watching him through a cracked open door. Scotty should of just closed
the door and went back downstairs to give this guy his privacy but something about this particular raccoon made him
want to stay there.
Scotty marveled at the red panda like features of the raccoon right down to his tail which was a mix between a
raccoon and red panda tail.
When Scotty's yellow eyes got to the front of the raccoon they locked on the face of this raccoon which looked more
like a red panda instead of a raccoon. The sky blue eyes of the creature caused Scotty's jaw to drop in awe by just
how cute they were with his red panda's face.
Scotty felt the front of his work slacks start to stir but took no notice of it until he got to the protruding
belly of the raccoon which caused his stirring bulge to start to tent out a little.
..
Byron reached down to undo the snap of his cargo pants and figured he'd better reach inside them first to see just
how truly horny he really was.
Down into his cargo pants and then into his briefs did Byron's paw go before he gripped his slick raccoon rod
giving it a squeeze.
Byron gasped outloud as his paw was flooded by globs of pre which made the inside of his briefs feel like sticky
icing on a cake.
Byron moaned deeply as he had to force himself to take his paw off of his throbbing cock before it flooded his
briefs with more than just pre.
"Oh yeah.. This is going to be huge" Byron purred to himself as his head spun from the intense pleasure overload he
was getting from his raging erection.
He took he paw out of his pants and licked off the pre like a vacuum cleaner smiling mischievously at his
naughtiness.
Byron undid the snap of his cargo pants and unzipped them. His pre stained black brief covered bulged poked out
like a worm sticking its head up over the grass.
Down his cargo pants went to be followed soon by his briefs which looked like they had been through in a washing
machine and then taken out in the middle of the wash cycle.
Before Byron took off his briefs he smiled at the mess of a stain his pre had made. He reached down one last time
to grip his brief covered cock and squeeze his balls before taking them off.
More pre shot through them onto the ground as Byron murred like a coon in heat at the intense pleasure he felt as
he was getting himself more excited by the second.
Byron's right paw had hiked up his cargo shirt and was stroking the bottom of his protruding beer belly and
swirling his navel.
Byron moaned another deep moan before he realized he'd better flip down his briefs before he got too far gone to
remember to take them off.
Slowly both his paws stopped their teasing for a minute to go to the waistband of his briefs to pull them down.
Byron figured before he took them totally off he'd do it the kinky way as he spun around and buried his paws in the
back of his briefs gripping his ass cheeks for a second before reaching up to the band to slowly pull them down.
..
Scotty was too shocked for even a thought to come to his mind as he felt his erection started to get harder and
harder the longer he watched this raccoon's little peep show.
Scotty's mind screamed to him he wasn't into guys at all but obviously his cock had other ideas as it started to
throb like a small jackhammer as he couldn't tear away from the site of this rarest of raccoons giving him a show
nobody would have to know about except him.
..
Byron kept gripping his ass cheeks as his well rounded butt and hips swayed like the waves of water as he got lost
in the moment of bliss.
He spun around again to pull his briefs down enough to where the fur of his crotch stuck out the front of his
briefs like a badge of honor as he spun around again to fool around with the crack of his ass with one of his
digits before spinning around one last time.
Byron gave one last tug to his briefs as they went forward down to the end of his cock before clearing it making it
do a loud flop as it was finally free of its dark prison.
Lower and lower did the briefs go before they were at Byron's ankles where he flipped them off onto the ground next
to his discarded cargo pants.
When Byron rose back up from removing his briefs his belly and balls both did a little jiggle causing Byron to
laugh in a naughty tone.
His cock was slick and it dripped pre onto the ground as whatever rays of sun which came into the room caused it to
shine like a silky smooth steel pole at a stripper's joint.
Pre dripped like a leaky faucet from the tip of Byron's cock as he stood there marveling at how truly fun this
shower of his was going to be.
..
Scotty's paw had long since started to idly stroke the big bulge on the front of his work pants as this little peep
show he was watching was getting too hot for him to handle.
Scotty shut his eyes hoping this raccoon would go into the shower before the panther had to go someplace of his own
to relieve his own throbbing member.
Scotty forget there was a very loose board right before the middle of the doorway and before he knew it gravity
took over making him lose his balance falling forward into the room landing face first on the floor startling the
raccoon patron out of his sexual daze.
To Be Continued..