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Simon walked across the table, surrounded by peers of all sizes. Fairies fluttered through the air. Magicians and shape shifters walked by. He probably saw a gnome once.

It was a Christmas party. Not something he would regularly attend. He didn't even celebrate Christmas. His family just met with their extended family for the Winter solstice and talked. They would have a feast of pheasant, rabbit, potatoes, berries, various preserved or plundered delicacies, and then sing songs about the great Drake O'Connell, the brave Brownie warrior who lead their armies against a group of all-powerful fairies who tried to take over the northern woods. Or something.

But the pressure of his peers and his natural curiosity pushed him to attend. So he did a bit of research before, read a few books. It was all very alien. Though he wasn't big enough to chop down and carry a tree. And his family didn't really get gifts, because they could just scavenge what they needed. It was all conditional. And it just so happened that larger and more capable races could celebrate it. Fairies had their magic. He had proportional strength. The two weren't the same.

He held his tiny glass of apple cider in hand and looked across the edge of the table at all the colorful decorations. All of his peers socializing, united by their festivities. He felt a bit of the spirit rubbing off on him. It was all very jolly and good natured. The collective positivity made him feel very lightweight and warm emotionally. Just them he noticed a familiar purple sweater and curvaceous figure walk by the table he was strolling around on.

He looked up, and found Lilith looking back down at him, clearly happy to see him there. He had to move back a bit, her being so close to the table's edge, and he strained his neck trying to get a good view of her face.

"Hey Simon..." She said with a smile. "...odd seeing you here."

"Yeah...I just came to..." He shrugged. "...see what all the talk was about."

He looked around a bit, seeing the combination of green, red, and gold that was draped over every corner of the room.

"It's...uh.." He paused to find the words. "Festive. I don't understand it all."

"Brownies don't celebrate Christmas?" Lilith sat her cup of spiced deer blood on the table next to Simon, and then rested her own hand on the edge. "What do you do?"

Simon stepped back from the cup, being reminded that Lilith wasn't in this school of mythical creatures for her enormous bust. She drank it down like it was nothing, but he was reminded it was something that could be beat out of everyone in the room. "Uh...we just meet up with family. And we eat. A lot. And then we...uh...sit around the fire and sing the brownie ballads from days of old."

"Huh. Well, to each their own." She gave a shrug and grabbed her cup for a sip.

"Yeah, we don't do any of this. We don't cut down a tree or...bake confections...or-" He looked back up at her and noticed something hanging over head. Some kind of branch with white growths in various places. "Hang whatever that is."

Lilith looked up, setting her cup down. Immediately she was surprised.

"Is that to...keep the mood up? I can't smell it from down here. Does it smell good or something?" He hadn't noticed any of them anywhere else in the party.

"That's the mistletoe." She said, looking back down.

"Huh. What does that do?"

She blinked for a second, looking back up at it. "Well, when two people stand under it...they have to kiss each other."

She looked down to find her tiny friend with a face as red as a lot of the decorations. Simon was at a loss for words. He didn't want to say no and make Lilith feel bad. To him she was a close friend, and she was indeed beautiful. She also had a top shelf you could hold and encyclopedia set on. But at the same time he wanted to be chaste and uninvolved. And now this was happening. "Oh...uh...okay..." He looked hesitant.

Around him he could feel the eyes of his peers suddenly fixed upon him and Lilith. Not all at once, but in select places. People were watching. And the peer pressure was on him. He looked back up at Lilith to find her with a sultry, knowing look on her face. Her eyelids were lowered and she smirked a bit. To her, this was golden. She wasn't sure if she had feelings for Simon, but she loved to mess with him a bit, since he reacted funnily and took it in stride the best he could.

Simon was at a total loss for words. He stuttered a bit, setting her tiny drink down at his feet and looking back up at her, his face still a hue comparable to that of a cherry. "So..."

Before he could say anything she stuck two fingers together and put them on his backside, then pinning him to them with her thumb. Aside from his personality, loyalty, kindness, and willingness to help her, this was one of her favorite parts of being Simon's friend. She could have her giant way with him and his tiny body, and she enjoyed it a bit.

She brought his face up to her lips and, with a smile and a close of her eyes, gave him a kiss on the face, since he was far too small for any kind of actual kiss. Lilith held him there for a second, savoring the moment, and then she pulled him away and smiled warmly at him. It wasn't really passionate. And she didn't feel any sparks. It was more flirtatious teasing. In Simon's case it was a shotgun blast of emotions and sensory input. When she opened her eyes she found him, eyes as wide as dinner plates and face as red as the garb of Father Christmas. With a giggle, she sat him down.

Simon looked up at her, face still in a shocked expression, a bit lovestruck and embarrassed. "O......okay then." He said calmly, before falling backwards onto his back and passing out from what had just transpired.

Lilith giggled a bit to herself, figuring it was time for him and her to head back to their room. Simon was leaving tomorrow for home and he needed a good night's sleep. So, she gently plucked his tiny body from the table. She used her free hand to pull the collar of her sweater out, and then tucking him between her massive breasts. She settled him in a bit so he wouldn't be smothered, and then let go of her collar, adjusting the two masses on her chest and the heading for the exit

So, there's a short story behind this drawing. I enjoyed how it came out. And also Merry Christmas. And Happy Hanukah. And Kwanza. And the Winter Solstice. And whatever else you may celebrate.

Description
Simon walked across the table, surrounded by peers of all sizes. Fairies fluttered through the air. Magicians and shape shifters walked by. He probably saw a gnome once.

It was a Christmas party. Not something he would regularly attend. He didn't even celebrate Christmas. His family just met with their extended family for the Winter solstice and talked. They would have a feast of pheasant, rabbit, potatoes, berries, various preserved or plundered delicacies, and then sing songs about the great Drake O'Connell, the brave Brownie warrior who lead their armies against a group of all-powerful fairies who tried to take over the northern woods. Or something.

But the pressure of his peers and his natural curiosity pushed him to attend. So he did a bit of research before, read a few books. It was all very alien. Though he wasn't big enough to chop down and carry a tree. And his family didn't really get gifts, because they could just scavenge what they needed. It was all conditional. And it just so happened that larger and more capable races could celebrate it. Fairies had their magic. He had proportional strength. The two weren't the same.

He held his tiny glass of apple cider in hand and looked across the edge of the table at all the colorful decorations. All of his peers socializing, united by their festivities. He felt a bit of the spirit rubbing off on him. It was all very jolly and good natured. The collective positivity made him feel very lightweight and warm emotionally. Just them he noticed a familiar purple sweater and curvaceous figure walk by the table he was strolling around on.

He looked up, and found Lilith looking back down at him, clearly happy to see him there. He had to move back a bit, her being so close to the table's edge, and he strained his neck trying to get a good view of her face.

"Hey Simon..." She said with a smile. "...odd seeing you here."

"Yeah...I just came to..." He shrugged. "...see what all the talk was about."

He looked around a bit, seeing the combination of green, red, and gold that was draped over every corner of the room.

"It's...uh.." He paused to find the words. "Festive. I don't understand it all."

"Brownies don't celebrate Christmas?" Lilith sat her cup of spiced deer blood on the table next to Simon, and then rested her own hand on the edge. "What do you do?"

Simon stepped back from the cup, being reminded that Lilith wasn't in this school of mythical creatures for her enormous bust. She drank it down like it was nothing, but he was reminded it was something that could be beat out of everyone in the room. "Uh...we just meet up with family. And we eat. A lot. And then we...uh...sit around the fire and sing the brownie ballads from days of old."

"Huh. Well, to each their own." She gave a shrug and grabbed her cup for a sip.

"Yeah, we don't do any of this. We don't cut down a tree or...bake confections...or-" He looked back up at her and noticed something hanging over head. Some kind of branch with white growths in various places. "Hang whatever that is."

Lilith looked up, setting her cup down. Immediately she was surprised.

"Is that to...keep the mood up? I can't smell it from down here. Does it smell good or something?" He hadn't noticed any of them anywhere else in the party.

"That's the mistletoe." She said, looking back down.

"Huh. What does that do?"

She blinked for a second, looking back up at it. "Well, when two people stand under it...they have to kiss each other."

She looked down to find her tiny friend with a face as red as a lot of the decorations. Simon was at a loss for words. He didn't want to say no and make Lilith feel bad. To him she was a close friend, and she was indeed beautiful. She also had a top shelf you could hold and encyclopedia set on. But at the same time he wanted to be chaste and uninvolved. And now this was happening. "Oh...uh...okay..." He looked hesitant.

Around him he could feel the eyes of his peers suddenly fixed upon him and Lilith. Not all at once, but in select places. People were watching. And the peer pressure was on him. He looked back up at Lilith to find her with a sultry, knowing look on her face. Her eyelids were lowered and she smirked a bit. To her, this was golden. She wasn't sure if she had feelings for Simon, but she loved to mess with him a bit, since he reacted funnily and took it in stride the best he could.

Simon was at a total loss for words. He stuttered a bit, setting her tiny drink down at his feet and looking back up at her, his face still a hue comparable to that of a cherry. "So..."

Before he could say anything she stuck two fingers together and put them on his backside, then pinning him to them with her thumb. Aside from his personality, loyalty, kindness, and willingness to help her, this was one of her favorite parts of being Simon's friend. She could have her giant way with him and his tiny body, and she enjoyed it a bit.

She brought his face up to her lips and, with a smile and a close of her eyes, gave him a kiss on the face, since he was far too small for any kind of actual kiss. Lilith held him there for a second, savoring the moment, and then she pulled him away and smiled warmly at him. It wasn't really passionate. And she didn't feel any sparks. It was more flirtatious teasing. In Simon's case it was a shotgun blast of emotions and sensory input. When she opened her eyes she found him, eyes as wide as dinner plates and face as red as the garb of Father Christmas. With a giggle, she sat him down.

Simon looked up at her, face still in a shocked expression, a bit lovestruck and embarrassed. "O......okay then." He said calmly, before falling backwards onto his back and passing out from what had just transpired.

Lilith giggled a bit to herself, figuring it was time for him and her to head back to their room. Simon was leaving tomorrow for home and he needed a good night's sleep. So, she gently plucked his tiny body from the table. She used her free hand to pull the collar of her sweater out, and then tucking him between her massive breasts. She settled him in a bit so he wouldn't be smothered, and then let go of her collar, adjusting the two masses on her chest and the heading for the exit

So, there's a short story behind this drawing. I enjoyed how it came out. And also Merry Christmas. And Happy Hanukah. And Kwanza. And the Winter Solstice. And whatever else you may celebrate.