Short Story: St. Nikki

Noel eagerly awaits the arrival of his crush - an AU female Santa Claus known as St. Nikki!

Despite the raging snow outside, it couldn't have been cozier in that house. The burning fireplace and the multi-colored lights of the Christmas tree provided a warm light. 

For some, it would definitely be a glum season if they were in Noel's shoes. (Yes, that's his name...) For this was, after all, the first Christmas the young man was spending alone. He'd moved out this year, his family across the country from him.

He was spending the Holidays by himself, or at least it seemed that way. But he had a smile on his face, for he knew someone was on the way.

Noel set up the coffee table like most had. A glass of warm milk and a nice plate of cookies, carefully made. But he also had something a little extra. Folded, with a little heart sticker keeping it enclosed, was a little message, one written by his own shaky hands.

Y'see, Noel lived in a world a lot like ours but with one little difference. 

Santa... was real. Just like in our world! That's not the different part. 

The difference is, his Santa was a lady. A jolly big lady known as St. Nikki.

Her image was known far and wide. The famous red cap with the furry white lining and poofball at the tip, resting upon her pure white fluffy hair that ran all the way to her prominent chest. Her baby blue eyes held such kindness and wonder... her iconic red and white suit clung to her tall and curvy frame. Her sizable tummy was still dwarfed by her bosom and the feminine roundness of her hips. Everything on her seemed to bounce and jiggle, especially as she let out her trademark laugh.

Frankly, she didn't look like the kinda person you'd market to kids. But she was real, after all, and did a very real service so who could judge?

In his youth one night, he caught sight of her. Snuck a peek through the crack of the door... and when he saw her there, her wide round booty snugly caught in her red wool pants as she knelt down and slid his presents under the tree... well, it was more than he bargained for.

It changed something in him that day. It seemed to form his tastes in women on the spot. He grew to have a real thing for curvy girls, like many, but specifically the true BBWs. In Noel's mind, the ideal girl could crush you with her pillowy body if she laid upon you. Could, and would.

More than just shaping his general interest in women though, that encounter left him with an overwhelming, powerfully deep crush. One that he'd dare not share, as it was such a ridiculous notion but one that he could never seem to shake.

As he grew, every Christmas he tried to catch another peek of her, but she seemed to elude him. Perhaps it was just a lucky stroke of chance the first time around.

Either way, now the young adult was finally on his own. And now that he had a house to himself, he felt safe enough to do something he'd intended to do for quite some time.

So, with Santa Baby playing in the background, he wrote his feelings down on a page. Noel imagined that a timeless being like her would appreciate the old-fashioned touch of a hand-written letter.

And so, like many Christmas days beforehand, he laid in bed, far too excited to actually go to sleep. He was practically giddy when he heard it, the little knocking at the roof. He'd heard it many times before yet it never got old. 

While it seemed like her magic dealt with this issue just fine, Noel always liked to make sure the fireplace wasn't lit when the time came, just to make things safer for her. He shook and shuddered in his bed as he heard the jostling in the next room over.

And so, just like always, the grown ass man crept out of bed with a giddy little pep in his step as he tiptoed out of his room and down the hall. He peered through the crack in the door.

Part of him worried that she'd disappear the moment he tried to lay eyes on her, as was what tended to happen. No matter how stealthy you are, it seemed St. Nikki could choose who saw her and when.

But to his delight, he was given the honor once more. There she was again, in all her curvaceous splendor. 

Instead of delivering presents under the tree, he caught her as she stood at his table. The milk and cookies had been taken in a flash - the only fuel her magic seemed to require. But Noel's heart was beating so hard it nearly exploded from his chest as he realized she'd actually taken the time to open his letter and read through it. 

This was every bit like a dream. Nikki was here... reading all his carefully crafted words, that he'd poured over so painstakingly. Years of feelings that he'd struggled so long to put into words. 

To him, she was a muse not just of the winter but all year-round. The hot summer days left him feeling so cold as he felt so far from her. How he pined for the season as he pined for her, not for anything she could give him but simply for who she was. 

She was the angel atop his tree.

His cheeks flushed as he thought more about what he'd written down, a wave of self-consciousness flowing through him. He was sure she'd laugh it off... no, she wouldn't be mean enough to mock him, but she'd probably just find it cute. She might still see him - see everyone - as a child...

But as she finished the letter, Noel found himself wishing so much that he could see her beautiful face, to see what her reaction was. Instead, he just saw her slowly lower the parchment and place it back on the table. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, her head bowed.

"...Noel?"

He jumped as he heard that dulcet voice. Immediately it was apparent, she knew he was there - of course she did. He stood, trembling as he answered, "Y-Y-Yes...?"

Slowly, she turned to him. And when she finally looked at him for the first time... he could hear the ringing of sleigh bells, the angelic choir singing a soft symphony. The gallery of lights from the tree seemed to shine brighter, a rainbow-colored glow that rose behind her, creating an unearthly silhouette of her perfect form. 

Her heavy black boots, covered with snow yet somehow not tracking a drop onto the floor, stepped lightly towards him. Her smile was so tender and warm that it nearly melted him on the spot, he felt so weak in her presence. 

She reached out towards him, and his heart skipped about twelve beats. That rich warm voice rang out again, sweeter than any carol. 

"Spend some time with me, my little star."

Noel trembled and whimpered, tears forming in his eyes. The emotion was too much for him to even say a word, his body seemed to be failing him. But he wasn't going to pass her up for anything, and with a mighty struggle he took her hand.

Her grip was firm yet tender, the velvety skin of her fingers intertwining with his own. When he finally made that contact, the nerves died down. He felt weightless as she pulled him into the living room. 

Looking up into her eyes, his words still choked in his throat, he managed to get out the one that desperately needed said the most. 

"S-St. Nikki..." he softly muttered, weak, tears streaming freely down his cheeks even as they puffed up with a wide and genuine smile. "I... I love... you... I love you s-so much..."

She smiled and nodded. She knew, of course, long before she read that letter it seemed. 

Instead of replying with words, she just pulled him in close. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, soft and squishy with the warm fluffy woolen sleeves making this by far the most snug and comforting hug of his life.

Nikki squeezed him as she pulled his body tightly against her own. He let out an unmistakable moan, passionate and joyous, if not altogether innocent as he felt her curves flatten against his much smaller frame. Her body seemed to swallow him up. He adored the feeling, sinking deeper and deeper into her embrace. 

"Nnngh... thank you... s-so much..." he mumbled, his words muffled by her feminine flesh as she bent over to let him nestle into her shoulder.

"You're a very, very nice boy. You always were~" she whispered, her voice so sweet, caressing his ears. "How could I not spend some time with someone so special~? Ho ho ho ho~"

He felt her chest heave with her laughter, grunting lustily as her massive breasts quivered against his chest. 

Still, Noel bit his bottom lip, a touch of guilt on his face, "I... I shouldn't be keeping you. You've such a big job to do. I'm sure you don't really... h-have the time to be playing with me. But I appreciate it so, so much."

She chuckled lightly and shook her head, long white hair swinging to and fro, lightly batting against Noel's face. "Oh, you underestimate me. Right now I'm in many, many homes at once, you know. I'm delivering millions of gifts as we speak."

His eyes widened, struggling to comprehend these words. Just what was this being known as St. Nikki? Many stories were written about her lore, yet the truth was such a deep and enticing mystery to him.

Nikki gave him a playful little boop on the nose. "Don't think too hard about it, now. Just know... that I've got plenty of time. Hmhm... you and I can spend all night together if you'd like."

Her hand slowly ran across his hair as the other drifted to the center of her coat. She pulled it open, just enough to give him a tantalizing view of her expanse cleavage... his face went a deep red as he openly gasped at the beautiful and unexpected sight.

"Would you like that, Noel...?" she asked, her voice lowered, laced with implication.

He gazed upon her figure, utterly astounded. But with a herculean effort, his eyes managed to make their way back up to her gorgeous, ageless face. 

Noel whimpered, "It's... the only present I want this year. A-And every other year..."

Nikki's hand ran up his tender neck, making him shudder as she gazed deep into his eyes. "Mmmm, then just for you... I can get just a little bit naughty~"

She winked at him before pulling him in for a kiss. He melted eagerly into it, seeing stars, utterly electric between them as her lips planted squarely onto his. 

With a playful shove, she sent him onto the rug. Noel was so certain he was dreaming, but it was one he never wanted to wake up from. With a tender slowness, she pulled at her coat until it fell to the floor. And she undid her fluffy belt and let the same occur with the pants.

The sight of her bared was out of this world. Her truly colossal breasts, both larger than Noel's head, bouncing free onto her welcomingly squishy tummy. Her massive round hips swayed back and forth, an ass as big as her sack of goodies bounding around behind her. 

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, mounting his hips as she grinned knowingly upon him, her skilled and experienced hands driving him wild as they ran up and down his chest. Her pillowy breasts hugged and caressed his face as she slowly bore that substantial weight down, smothering him lovingly.

"Mmm. Merry Christmas, Noel." she whispered before stripping him down and rocking him around the Christmas tree.