TF Adventure - Lady Krampus' xmas lullaby (Monthly tale - 44) X

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Introduction

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Only those who dare to risk their form should read this tale...

The snow storm raged outside, caressing the building’s windows with fury. Yet the interior of the cosy living room, well illuminated with flickering red candles and a crackling fireplace, remained warm despite the surroundings being a frozen wasteland.

It was like magic.

On a chair in front the fire sat Lady Krampus, near to a table holding a plate of gingerbread cookies and a glass of milk. An impossibly tall woman, with hooves for feet and long curved horns that sprouted from her endless wild mane of dark hair. She covered herself with a red hood, using it as a blanket.

Claus’ wife.

She was bored, it was late and Christmas was near, but it still felt too far away.

Lady Krampus yawned and picked up another cookie. The tasty pastry was in the shape of a tiny person, a tiny nude person in fact, detailed to the point that you could distinguish the chocolate breasts and the cream pubes.

Krampus chewed the cookie and decided to find a distraction.

Leaning to the side she stretched out her long, long arm and then her long, long finger with it’s long, long nail to pick out a book from the nearby bookshelves. There were many of those in the living room, on every wall, so many books, you could easily place their number in the thousands, filling the shelves to their limit and then piled up on the floor.

It wasn’t even a fraction of a fraction of Lady Krampus’ entire collection.

The lady of winter’s hand hovered over the book spines, the tips of her nails fondling the covers until, seemingly at random, stopped on one of the tomes. She pulled on the book, squeezed between two others, pulled it off of the shelf, gently put it on her lap and opened it...

Setting

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You are a MILF.

A mature bombshell of a lady.

With a voluptuous feminine silhouette, tall, smooth skinned, with silky hair. Past your forties, yet still desirable and sexually active. Your biggest flaw is an ego that weighs more than your breasts. Holiday family gatherings were the bane of your life, and were even harder to avoid when winter reigned and the year was coming closer to its end.

It wasn’t because you hated your family, no more than usual at least, but being a single childless aunt with a taste for wine and a blazing untamed temper was a recipe for disaster. A coin toss would be what decides if you would ruin the night or have a pleasant night with your relatives.

You never fitted the role of older sister, and sometimes you wish that could be changed.

It had been a bad year following a couple of terrible ones, you would rather go to a corner of a dark smoky pub than to a family dinner, still, you answered your youngest sister’s call and drove along the snowy road to the outskirts on that Christmas evening. The feeling of a staring gaze coming from the surrounding forest put chills down your spine.

When you arrive everybody was already there, the doors were open and the greetings of all the familiar faces instantly triggered that malicious pinch of anxiety.

There was food and drink and the encompassing noise of half a dozen chit chats. You took off your jacket, patted the head of a niece running around and sat down at the table.

Not long after that your long nails began to tap on the fancy green & white tablecloth, your lips were tight, with equal amounts of boredom and annoyance.

Careful what path you choose, you can always go back, but not all of them lead to happy endings...

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-Path A: The temptation of the red wine is too hard to resist…

-Path B: You breathe deeply and calm yourself…

-Path C: I’m not a MILF…

-Path A: You ruin the night

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What else could have happened?

One glass of that classy drink leads to another and another one after that.

Your tongue grew loose as the alcohol flowed, sentiments flourished and soon a conversation escalated into an argument. Later you wouldn’t even remember what the argument was about, but that didn’t stop you from growing heated up on the table yelling at one of your brother-in-laws.

Was it a disagreement about political philosophies?

Tastes in art?

Did it even matter?

No… but it was probably political…

The breaking point of the impolite discussion was probably when you flashed your tits and shouted he could kiss your arse.

It was not that unusual of an Christmas evening.

Your boobs indeed finished the argument, the slight hint of tearful eyes in your youngest sister's face calmed you enough to return back to your seat, but covering your breasts didn’t dispel the aura of tension floating above everybody's heads.

Even the perfectly cooked food tasted awful after that.

Your mind was dizzy, the surroundings were a blur of too bright shiny lights and human silhouettes, the bottle of wine was empty, you would have given anything to be anywhere else. With that intention you got up from the table and, not even waiting for the sweetness of the dessert, comically wobbling your way out of the uncomfortable scene.

--Path D: You go into the living room and drop down onto the couch, falling asleep next to the Christmas tree…

-Path B: A pleasant evening

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For the first time in a long while you restrained yourself from the lure of wine and that by itself seemed to make everything noticeably better.

The food, the moderate drinking and the familiar company created the recipe for a merry dinner. You even managed to have a mostly enjoyable conversation with one of your brother-in-laws.

But you still thought he was a dickhead douchebag at the end of it.

Isn’t that the true spirit of Christmas?

What keeps the world warm on a winter’s night?

Family and sharing?

At the very least that's what Dickens’ wrote.

It did indeed feel as it should, perfect, like a soft drink ad, but not as fake and without Santa Claus in sight. Yet, you found yourself disappointed when you found the only thing missing was a sparkle of magic.

A bit of something else that you couldn’t really articulate properly.

You gave kudos to your sister for the hard work she had done cooking, stayed for the dessert and for a coffee and some pastries after that, when the children had been sent to bed. Stuffed and happy you knew that even the best of things had to come to an end.

After saying your goodbyes you got up, the first one to leave. They asked you to stay, but you really wanted to sleep in your own bed, the couch would certainly give you cramp in your back.

Accompanied by your youngest sister, you picked up your coat and gave her a hug after opening the door and she hugged you back.

Warmth indeed, even with the faint snow falling down outside.

--Path E: You get into your car and leave with a “see you later”

-Path C: Deny reality

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Your insistence in denying the plot was nothing but bothersome.

Why play if you are going to fight against the rules?

You are a MILF, a bootied, busty, mature woman and as that woman you are an aunt too. Not a very good one, more in love with drinking & sex than with  the concept of family.

That’s what you did during that Christmas dinner, drank too much and ruined the evening and the mood for everybody. You escalate what should have been a meaningless argument past the point of no return into a full blown confrontation with one of your brother-in-laws, that you yourself concluded by what in the moment seemed a great idea by lifting your skirt and pulling down your panties to show your very mature twat (that meaty vagina of the MILF you are) to that annoying relative.

You became quite a vulgar woman when you drank to excess, besides always being a horny one.

After that performance you fell back into your seat and dedicated yourself to the bottle of wine until it ran dry.

What else could you do?

The Christmas spirit could kiss your juicy ass.

Empty bottle in hand you burped and wobbled away from the dinner table.

With no shame or repentance, if they didn’t want you to make a scene then they shouldn’t have forced you to participate in their day.

Your head was dizzy.

A nap was all your heart desired.

--Path D: You go into the living room and drop down on the couch, falling asleep next to the Christmas tree…

---TF I: I’M NOT A MILF!

--Path D: Deep on the night a noise wakes you from your slumber

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In the cold, lonely comfort of the living room’s couch’s embrace that you had fallen into as the party ended in the rest of the house, not with a bang, but a depressing slow decline.

People began to leave, dirty dishes were left on the table and the lights were eventually turned off.

The silence of Christmas eve took over as the festivities faded away.

A judgmentally oppressive atmosphere covered the surroundings like a veil.

A bad omen.

Laying on the couch lost in an uneasy dream that gave no rest, you rolled around. The winter’s breeze sneaked into the room, causing a soft groan of discomfort as your nipples hardened and you snuggled with a rough pillow.

Yet you didn’t open your eyes, nor did you rise up, not even as the clopping steps clearly approached the couch.

You didn’t dare.

You didn’t need to look to know just how tall and powerful it... she... was. To see the curve of her horns, the length of her hair, the red of her coat or the shine in her eyes.

Lady Krampus.

Her presence alone was enough to make the hairs on the arms of people rise even if they didn’t understand what, or how, or why she was.

Your lips trembled, you felt like a child, scared without the mercy of a blanket to hide beneath.

It was annoying, infuriating and humiliating.

But what could you do?

What could you, a mere human woman, do against such impossible forces of nature?

---TF II: You tightly close your eyelids, pretending to sleep, ignoring the intruder…

---TF III: You confront Lady Krampus

--Path E: A silhouette suddenly appears in the middle of the road

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You had both hands on the wheel, still riding on that happy cloud… but also the car, of course! Tapping the wheel with your fingers you hummed a holiday melody as your vehicle drove through the snowy night. Maybe it was the song or the modest amount of wine you had drunk, but when the tall silhouette appeared, seeming out of nowhere in front of the car it took you totally by surprise.

In a burst of panic you hit the brakes, the tires shrieked on the cold asphalt, but it was too late…

Too late for your car, in the instant before hitting that silhouette your entire vehicle, which you suddenly remembered you were still paying for, exploded into a sparkling cloud, volatilizing right in your hands. That cloud completely absorbed your motion, gently dropping you into the snow in front of the silhouette.

With the cold on your knees and snowflakes on your coat you stared forward. Your brain was in shock, barely able to comprehend the impossible feat that had just occurred.

The clop of hooves approached.

A chill shook your spine, a chill that wasn’t down to the cold, despite coming from mother winter herself. The flash of red that was wearing the silhouette that had destroyed your car finally came back into your mind.

If you weren’t so freezing you may have peed yourself right then and there.

Lady Krampus was coming for you.

The why didn’t matter so much, you had almost run over her with your car, so any punishment would be more than justified. You gulped as your mind flip flopped between fight or flight.

Her shadow engulfed your trembling figure…

---TF IV: RUN…!

---TF V: You remain still, mesmerised by such a force of nature…

---TF I: You knew where this path lead

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“How sure are you about that?”

The screen of whatever device you were using to read this fully captivated your senses, taking complete hold of your attention as you continued reading.

A whispering whistle seems to sound from behind you, then a chill, then your heart pounding.

You feel your tension increasing as you read, the stiffness of anticipation, that warm fluttering sensation in the bottom of your belly, followed by a tingle.

Then a soft moan.

Your hair tingles and lengthens, your lips swell and your eyes open wide as a tingling feeling restructures your face. Another swelling claims your chest, nipples harden as  breasts expand. The cracking of hips made you yelp in the most feminine of  ways.

Nails grew longer, buttocks inflated, skin acquiring softness and another tone. Your hands had been on your crotch for a while, playing around with your sex, the electricity made the the change in your genitalia perfectly obvious without any need to look down.

Changing, transforming, truly becoming part of the tale, becoming a MILF.

Gasps and moans as you grew taller, your clothes, which were having trouble accommodating your form turned a bustier to accommodate your hourglass figure. Clenching your sex in deep masturbatory pleasure you become lost in the pleasure of this fourth wall breaking instant where you reach a climax in sync with the changes.

Orgasms brought an end to both your tenseness and the changes, leaving you as a very well shaped woman for your age. You have some trouble keeping up with the plot as the pleasant vibrations echoed throughout your flesh.

Now you were, truly and undeniably, a MILF… you could wish for it to last forever…

Or at least until Lady Krampus laughed.

----First Ending: You finally seem to be enjoying yourself

---TF III: You confront Lady Krampus

---TF II: You try to fake-sleep yourself out of this predicament

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It wasn’t just your eyes, you also clenched your lips, your whole body tight, holding your breath as the clopping and the cold approached. You didn’t want to move even an inch.

The clopping stopped right by your side.

She was looking down at you.

“Such childish behaviour, not at all appropriate for a woman your age, I guess that means you will indeed do better as a pet than as a lousy aunt!”

Those were her words and you then surprise yourself by answering them with a meow.

The tingle of change quickly spreads across your skin as short fur sprouts even in the most intimate corners of your form. Bone and muscle shrank as you meowed again, in pleasure, sounding more like a feline each time.

In blind euphoria your hands touched and rubbed, your growing extra nipples, the lengthening tail, the private creases and openings. In the darkness you use your paws and can feel your humanity quickly and pleasantly being washed away.

It was confusing, it was strange… but it was hot…

As good as blindfolded sex.

It became harder to masturbate when your thumbs stopped functioning and your limbs shortened, but that didn’t make you any less determined to try. With incredible flexibility you bent your changing body, curling up on the couch, trying to reach your hairy crotch and you finally manage it when your muzzle pushed forward.

You licked with delight, and shook your new found tail.

Images flashed through your mind, of alien shaped penises, of fur against fur and tangled tails and eventually kittens. They all seem to make perfect sense as you arrive at the sweet release of climax and, whilst lost in a world of new sensations beyond anything still beating in your brain you fell serenely into a deep sleep…

A few hours later you were rudely awoken from a happy dream back into the dark by a loud ripping sound - finding yourself confined in a small square space that was being shaken by what seemed to be an earthquake.

----Second Ending: You are suddenly blinded by a bright light appearing directly above you

---TF III: With anger across your face you stand up to Lady Krampus

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Uselessly, of course.

The winter mother just gives an honest chuckle at your attempt, as if it was the hundredth time she had seen it that night.

“Few things are as amusing as a woman thinking she can fight against her rightful luck, it’s a pity, not because it won’t change the fact that poultry is your fate in the least!!”

You were immediately stopped in your tracks by a gurgle in your belly. Groaning and grabbing your rebelling stomach with both hands you squat down, spreading your legs. Your belly swells slightly against your palms, with widening eyes your body begins to push.

Gobbling loudly you bend your back as your neck stretches and your face  begins to wrinkle and shake. Hands fly from your belly to your arse to spread your buttocks open, you bwak louder as a beak hardens, formed from your lips… and an egg squeezes from your butt…

The shell crashes down between your becoming-avian feet, your hair drops away, and dark feathers sprout.

The only sound left to you was gobbling from your long neck and beak as you lay another egg from your cunt. Lady Krampus, who was already taller than you when you dared to defy her dictum, became a true giant as you shrunk, flapping your arms as they feel like the wings they are meant to be.

Your tongue pushes out with a loud bwack when your anus and twat slide to fuse into a singular cloaca. Your only consolation was that such a humiliation change to your sex made the egg laying a less taxing endeavour. Each egg laid took away another part of your form and by the end there were more eggs on the floor than humanity left in your body. You are now small, plump, wrinkled and noisy.

An insignificant poultry bird.

Reduced by your hubris into a panicking female turkey.

It was a happy coincidence that some of said turkey eggs are quite excellent for use in making eggnog…

----Third Ending: Embrace becoming poultry

----Fourth Ending: Defiant to the end…!

---TF IV: You get up and run as fast as the snow allows

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The mother of winter observed your escape attempt with amusement.

“Why run?” she said. “It would be much easier to roll…!”

Her words didn’t stop your escape attempt, you ran as hard as you could while the chillingly cold wind bit into your skin and your breath formed clouds in the air. After only a few metres running, it began to feel hard to run. It wasn’t because of the freezing temperatures, somehow your body seemed to be soaking those perfectly well, no, it was because you have started to change.

With a groan you had to hold your swelling belly, it grew and grew, becoming round as your voice shivered in terrified disbelief. The expansion didn’t stop, larger and rounder and heavier beneath your breasts, breasts that had also started to inflate absurdly.

After only a few meters progress, the changes finally managed to stop you. Your legs began to shorten, consumed by the swelling ball that was your belly. You whimpered and sobbed until the weight made you drop to your knees in a spot from which you would not be allowed to move further.

Looking down at the ball that was becoming your lower body you yelled when you saw your pubic hair become moss and the skin around your stretched crotch become white.

White, compact, wet and very, very cold.

Snow.

As you lose any feeling of your legs your swollen flesh started it’s transition into inanimate snow. You shook your head and raised an arm to see it get thinner and turn into a black branch with only the vaguest shape of what once was. With your other arm you managed to pull down the top of your dress in time to witness your tits turn into another pair of heavy snow balls and your nipples become pebbles.

Screams come from your mouth as your nose stretches into a carrot between your eyes. Just like the balls below it, your head inevitably began to grow round and expand. Your branch arms spread as you lose any ability to move, you keep screaming until you lose your voice. Your mouth is a line of pebbles… your hair just more moss, your eyes more from left to right, terrified, until they too become blind stones…

----Fifth Ending: You stood still, inanimate, because that’s all you were allowed to do…

---TF V: She was beautifully terrifying

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Her hooves were muffled by the snow as she approached, you were down on your knees, completely dumbfounded by Lady Krampus’ presence. Gently, with a motherly grace, she leans forward and softly put her hand on your chin, making you stare directly into the shining voids that formed her eyes.

“Don’t fear, child, I only want to gift you purpose. You must surely agree, that some times femme equals stallion…”

Her soft voice caressed your ears and those ears begin to stretch, becoming pointy and equine.

While down on your knees you change, muscles swell with power, ripping clothes, you put your hands on the ground, groaning as your neck widens and lengthens and your back expands. Following the line of your large elongating neck your hair becomes a  mane.

Your nostrils expand with your first snort, followed up by a first neigh.

All those changes, including the growth of your butt and tail, were quite remarkable, but none of them compared to the sudden sprouting of a dark ball sack with a huge horse cock from your crotch, with such power and length that it snapped the waistband of your panties.

It felt oddly familiar and extremely pleasurable, just the throbbing of that hard, growing, phallus was enough to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. At the same time as you became lost in the powerful masculine lure of your new penis your limbs elongated, your chest barreled, your arse became humongous with each swing of your new tail.

Clothes fell like rags from your taut firm skin. Hair grew around your ankles and wrists, long, thick, whitish brown, fur quickly covered your skin, as toes and fingers turned to hooves.

A big horse.

A huge horse.

A very male horse.

A draft stallion, as tall as Lady Krampus, you grunted, snorted, whinnied and finally unloaded your seed with explosive potency. The sperm melted the snow between your hooves.

----Sixth Ending: Next morning, at Vintergrund Ortschaft…

----First Ending

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And you certainly enjoyed yourself, for the entire rest of the night in fact, exploring every corner of your new found femininity whilst climaxing several times, until the sun rose.

Still not feeling tired at all, you went for breakfast and then clothes, discovering in the process that not only your flesh, but reality itself had been warped by your transformation. You weren’t just a MILF, but also an aunt.

A good aunt you hope.

Even time had been shifted as you discovered that you were in the Christmas of a few years ago when your younger sister had phoned, calling to ask if you were coming to dinner tonight. You said yes, but it left you wondering… was this the first time this had happened? Somewhere there was another you that wasn’t a MILF & aunt who was just starting to read the tale? What twisted luck would you have found if you walked down those other paths?

Or…

What twisted luck were you going to meet…?

----Second Ending

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“A KITTY! It’s a kitty! It’s a kitty!”

The screams of your over-excited niece only made waking up even worse. Not only the infuriating realisation that you have been turned into a cat, but transforming hadn’t prevented you from enjoying a painful hangover.

Being squeezed in a hug and shaken up and down, didn’t help either, you almost puked.

None of the adults knew how that box had ended up beneath the Christmas tree. Inside they found only a veterinary certificate that left no doubt that you were a cat. They also never figured  out what had happened with you, the human you, only finding your discarded clothes and belongings on the couch. Your car was still outside… Yet, something compelled them to think that you have left of your own free will and that everything was fine and the pet cat for your niece was a goodbye gift from you.

Which wasn’t actually entirely untrue…

----Third Ending

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You sat down, reflecting on the sequence of choices that had left you with a featherly arse. It wasn’t as if you had many options, Lady Krampus had turned you into an egg-laying turkey, you were, as you had come to realise, been from the beginning, completely at her mercy.

So you sat and let mother winter finish the deed.

She snapped her glowing claw and in a blink you found yourself in a poultry pen, surrounded by your kindred.

The farmers were equally pleased and surprised when they found you among their flock. Eagerly, they put you on the egg production line, they produced eggnog and treated their avian workforce with supreme level care and love.

Soon the males also introduced you to the pecking order… It took you some time to adjust to it, to say the least, but you had to admit that there were way worse ends for a noisy turkey such as yourself.

----Fourth Ending

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You flap your wings and jump around, gobbling, scratching, clearly expressing your  outrage. This was humiliating and you weren’t going to tolerate it, you were a human, a person, not just a turkey.

Lady Krampus watched your rebellious tantrum with amusement, you couldn’t have done anything against her as a human, and could do even less as a turkey. With a smirk on her face she waved goodbye with her claw and vanished into thin air, leaving behind a few snowflakes that melted on the floor.

Your blindly angry gobbling continued until the room’s light was turned on. You saw your younger sister looking at you with her mouth open… but she only saw a turkey… There was panic, screams and finally a blanket was thrown over your head.

You were captured and thrown into a cage… the family, who were still in shock, began to wonder how a runaway turkey had managed to get into the house. Soon they also began to talk about the menu for new year’s dinner, which came so soon after Christmas.

If you didn’t like being a turkey, then the prospect of becoming a dinner certainly wouldn’t make you any happier… would it?

----Fifth Ending

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The wind whistled in front of your younger sister’s house.

When the youngsters were allowed to come out they found you, the snow-woman, which some mysterious force had built there in the middle of the night. A chunky, bustily stacked snow-woman wearing an animal print dress that was stretched over it’s voluptuous form.

They laughed at the odd construction, they played around with their new toy and then engaged in a full blown snowball civil war, a war in which you became a casualty.

By noon they were convinced to come back inside with some hot cocoa, the remains of the snow-woman were left outside, where they belonged. There was more play in the snow after that one, but slowly, as the winter came to its conclusion, your shape melted as was supposed to happen.

Luckily… by the following year, when the snow returned, the kids decided to build the silly snow-woman again, and somehow they always conveniently found all the necessary materials around, right down to the cougarish dress.

It became a fun yearly family tradition.

----Sixth Ending

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Everybody always worked hard at Vintergrund Ortschaft, and the draft horses were no exception. The mechanical elves fed, cleaned and got you ready for work before the first visitors ever got near to the Christmas park’s entrance.

They put fake antlers on your forehead and tied you onto a large sled. The park had actual reindeers for the small sleds, but the large ones were you and your partner’s (a draft mare that had once been a sorry excuse for a dad in a quite similar way of how you have been an aunt) labour. You went to work, dragging the sleighs, full of visitors, around. It was quite a chore, but not a completely terrible one. Minus some annoyances, such a pair of married couples who were a pain in the ass, the job was an acceptable ordeal and being in control of the power of your equine form made you kinda horny. Your companion noticed it, getting wet herself, you smelt it and saw her vulva wink. It was almost certain that the two of you would come to some agreement about that later on back at the stables.

Lady Krampus hadn’t lied.

Femme really did equal stallion, it did in your case at the very least.

----Secret Ending - Epilogue

<(You may (or may not) read it only after you complete the other six ending)>

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Lady Krampus gasped with red cheeks as she finished reading the book.

The tip of one of her long claws fondled the tome’s interior… instead of words or pictures the pages were soft living skin, a pair of tits with hard nipples and a moistening pussy pulsating in perpetual pleasure.

With a sudden burst of impetus mother winter slammed the book closed, it made a squishing sound and the echo of a loud moan of pleasure sounded into the distance. The cover of the book just had a drawing of a naked mature woman masturbating, there were no names or any other details.

Giggling Lady Krampus threw the book back over her shoulder, it landed in a pile of many, many, many other such tomes. Closing her red coat she covered her own breasts and hairy vagina, pressing her thighs together she enjoyed the wet feel sliding down her furry legs.

Finally satisfied for the night mother winter got up from the chair, stretching to remove the slumber from her limbs. Her husband was in their bedroom, revising his list as he did every night during the season, but she was certain she could convince her chubby love to enjoy some more kinky time before going to sleep… maybe she could play with some unexpecting elf on her way to the bedroom as well…

Clapping her hands, the fireplace and the candles sputtered and went out instantly.

The snow storm still raged outside.

Christmas was near and she couldn’t wait for it to arrive…!