A Chance at Christmas
#3 of Transformation Stories
My 2012 Christmas Story, a bit late I know but it is still a lot of fun!
A Christmas Change Story & Russet (c) Russet'13 Sefra (c) Sefra Moonblossom Damien (c) Damien Fox Surge (c) Surge Frosty (c) Frosty Snowcat Tsumi (c) Tsumi Jay (c) Freaky Whistler (c) Bungle Newidian (c) Nidonocu
The cabin was quite a cosy retreat and a large one, built out of aged elm logs and spread over three floors. Half the first floor was suspended on heavy log pilings to keep it level and provide views over the trees and down the mountain. With a large open plan lounge and dining area on the ground floor; complete with chunky oak furniture, big thick rugs and bean bags it had a rustic feel. A large river stone fireplace filled with an oak fire added warmth to this delightful mix of rustic traditional log cabin and modern convenience. The kitchen was separate and large enough to cope with at least twelve people and with six bedrooms on the first floor each with an en-suite bathroom the place was nicely set up. The third floor contained a large chill out room and BBQ deck that looked up the mountain side toward the snowy slopes as well as a sauna and steam room attached to a very large bathroom.
Decked out for the Christmas season with a large tree in the front lounge and holly, berries and mistletoe adorning the doors the cabin had a truly festive feel. A themed Christmas cabin that was truly being appreciated by its current residents. The group of eight friends had been invited up for a week long Christmas break by their host and friend Russet. The skunk had promised everything would be catered for, the kitchen was stocked with all the food, snacks and booze anyone could want and they were to relax and enjoy themselves. Their host was not due to arrive until Christmas Eve but Russet had left Frosty with the keys and people had been arriving all weekend. As the sun slid toward the horizon and twilight started to claim the mountains on Christmas Eve the friends had settled in and spread out throughout the cabin. Relaxing and enjoying themselves before the arrival of their host and the real celebrations could begin. In the living room, curled up before the fire was where Damien and Sefra had settled down. Warmed by the flames and snuggled together happily the black fox and cream rabbit where dozing against each other whilst they waited for dinner. The evening meal was being cooked by Frosty; the snow cheetah was busy chopping veg for the large stew he was cooking with the help of his partner Surge. The cyan glowing fox in shorts and t-shirt was using his strange electrically charged body to zap-fry the chestnuts. Tsumi and Jay had snuck off upstairs to the pink moogle's bedroom for some pre-dinner mischief. The purple otter twins with green hair Newidian and Whistler were enjoying themselves in a similar manner in the jacuzzi in the big fancy upstairs bathroom.
It was a warm, lazy and cosy way to spend Christmas Eve but for all of these friends it was about to get a lot more interesting.... someone red and slightly jiggly was approaching the cabin and he had some fun gifts prepared for his guests. As darkness fell the cabin was an isolated beacon of light and warmth against the cold night.
Lying in the jacuzzi, warm water frothing and churning around their sleek musteline bodies Newidian and his twin Whistler were just enjoying the chance for some peace and quiet on their own. Lazily raising his purple rudder out of the water Whistler slapped it down hard which caused a wave of frothy water to splash over his twins dark green hair. Laughing warmly Newidian flicked his ears and dived beneath the surface and Whistler squeaked as a pair of strong webbed paws wrapped about his ankles. He tried to kick free but his brother twisted his muscular frame and tugged down hard. This made Whistler slip against the tiled side of the tub and plunge under the surface. Wriggling through the water Newidian wrapped his arms about his brother's torso and started to tumble and roll back and forth with Whistler trying to pin the other otter in place. The water surged and frothed all about them as the twins slipped and slid against each other. The natural oils in their fur made it hard to get a good grip. Despite being identical in size and shape Newidian started to get the upper hand, he had his feet on the floor of the tub whereas Whistler was scrabbling and scrambling against the tiled sides. Twisting suddenly Newidian got behind his twin and pinned his chest against the side of the jacuzzi. Sharp teeth closed about one of Whistler's ears as their heads bobbed up to the surface and with a soft whimper the younger twin went still, surrendering to his triumphant brother.
"I win," Newidian purred happily, squeezing his brother's stomach, webbed paws working through his fur, "Ready for some fun?"
"Mmhmm yes bro... but can we turn the jets back on first? It's more fun when its all bubbling away and such."
"What... oh sure can do that, I thought I set it to stay on all the time," Newidian mused as he leant over Whistler to try and read the controls.
"Derp," the other purple otter accused which got him a distracting assault on the ears courtesy of his brother.
"Behave you, its already set to on... I dunno why it isn't bubbling, did we over-use it?"
Before Whistler could answer a very loud gurgling sound echoed through the tiled bathroom. The pipes were churning and a stuttering series of thumps sounded like the pumps trying to start. A moment later all the nozzles spaced around the jacuzzi unleashed jets of thick, viscous red liquid. It poured into the water rapidly, displacing the water and coiling about the lower legs of both otters. Cursing and standing up; gaping at the thick red ooze the twins were caught entirely off guard. Then the streamers of ooze suddenly constricted about their legs and yanked both otters under the water. Flailing and rolling back and forth they tried to fight it but the red goo was coiling about their limbs and torsos, pulling them apart and squishing them against the walls of the jacuzzi, holding them trapped spread eagled against the tiles. Looking around beneath the water Newidian watched in horror as more and more red goo slithered and wrapped about his brother. He could feel it slithering around his chest and engulfing his tail. Shaking from side to side the purple otter tried to pull free but the slick bands of goo would shift just enough to let him wiggle or squirm an inch or two before he was pulled back against the tiles. What was worse Newidian could feel it pressing and teasing against his sheath and from what he could make out of his twin; Whistler had surrendered already and was humping eagerly against the goo that had engulfed his crotch. Trying to hold in a whimper, to not waist air Newidian stared as the red ooze started to replace the water as well. By the time he finally had to give in to the tormenting, teasing, slurping happening to his dick the otter was no longer tied up. He was trapped beneath a layer of thick, gelatinous red slime that now filled the entire jacuzzi. Groaning quietly, squeezed, teased and toyed with on all sides Newidian sank into the warm, slick goo, unable to fight it any longer, lost in a world of slithering living ooze that had claimed him and his twin and consigned them to a hazy, pink tinged existence of pleasure
Curled up before the fire, nestled in the comforting warmth of Damien's arms Sefra was dozing off. The cream and white bunny was quite content to stay right where he was until dinner was served. Yawning softly and nestling down into his fox's arms the rabbit tilted his head back until he could plant a gentle kiss on the underside of his lovers dark muzzle. In response the black fox squeezed tighter with his arms and lowered his head so he could kiss Sefra gently on the lips. Their warm, quite embrace was interrupted as something fell down the chimney and doused part of the fire with a hiss and squelch. Giving the fire a reproachful look Sefra regretfully disentangled himself from Damien's arms and moved to kneel before the grate.
"What was that sweetie?" Damien asked as he stretched his arms above his head lazily, watching Sefra shift the fireguard out of the way so he could get to the burning logs.
"Stupid snow falling down the chimney, it can put the fire out if youre not careful and mffff," Sefra cut off, ears stiffening as a stream of cherry scented red goo suddenly poured down the chimney. It extinguished the fire and leapt forward with determination to wrap about his muzzle. Hands coming up Sefra tried to pull the thick gelatinous mess away from his face as it surged up and over his eyes. All he managed to do was get his hands coated in slime as well. It was rapidly spreading over his body, blinding the bunny and pouring down his shoulders and chest, forming a thick, oozing, skin tight layer of goo. Struggle as he might Sefra found he was immobilised from the waist down as the slime clung to his body and started to squeeze all around him; all he could do was hope Damien could come to his rescue
Damien sadly was in no state to help his bunny. He'd been trying to scramble upright from where hed lounging on the floor only to find himself stuck to the rug as a second jet of thick red ooze burst out of the grate and engulfed his legs all the way up to the knees.
"Get off... stop it..." trying to kick his way free the black fox found the goo refused to budge and was rapidly oozing up his waist. Throwing his head back the fox tried shouting for help but the slime launched a thick globule of itself into the air which splattered across his muzzle, gumming it shut. Cursing, grunting, moaning and wriggling back and forth Damien attempted to pull away from the fireplace but the slime oozing over his lower body had him stuck to the floor. Sefra had been completely subsumed; he could see his bunny trying to pull free, stretching the thick goo covering him away from his body. Every time it would slip free of his hands and snap back to squeeze his body. Damien lost sight of Sefra as he felt the slime ooze up his back, crawl along the length of his braid and drag his head backwards. It engulfed his chest, squeezed his body in a warm, slick way that made him squirm uncomfortably. As the slime oozed up the back of his head and reached his chin Damien pulled his head down and gritted his teeth as he caught a glimpse of Sefra's silhouette. His bunny was writhing around inside a thick clinging layer of goo, clearly being teased and all he could do was watch. Even that option was removed as a layer of goo engulfed his head and then he couldn't do anything but squirm himself as the thick slime started to undulate, tease and squeeze his body tightly. Everything was thick and slick, the goo touching his fur changing from gooey and liquid to skin tight. It hugged his body as a solid, flexible layer. Entombed, trapped inside this strange living slime all Damien and Sefra were able to do was wriggle, squirm and moan as the goo continued to solidify in thicker layers around their bodies.
Cosily cuddling into the noodle shaped frame of the otter he was currently sharing a bed with Tsumi let out a warm and satisfied kupo. The waterbed jiggled slightly as he moved which made his body undulate in time with Jay's that in turn made the otter chrr softly and shift his head over so he could lick and groom the moogle's ears.
"You're still as tight as ever mog..." Jay chirred lazily, stirring his hips, moving his cock about inside the tight and sticky rump of the pink mog-boy, "Thanks for the treat."
Groaning and pawing at the pillow beneath him Tsumi wiggled his rump and clenched down hard around his friends cock. "Well enjoy it otter, it's a Christmas treat... just remember your place the rest of the year."
Leaning forward, arms snaking around the moogle to hug him tightly Jay buried his muzzle in the mogs thick hair, "Dream on, you need to remember you place tends to go gurgle n glorp..."
Smirking and wiggling energetically, making the otter squeak and yelp Tsumi flapped his wings and giggled, "No way that's you ott."
Squirming and trying to hold the mog beneath him still Jay yelped as something warm and wet splashed over his back as the waterbed really started to rock back and forth, "Aw fuck did we break the bed I'm wet?"
"I hope not they'll make us pay for it if we have," regretfully wriggling free from otter cock Tsumi reached over and flicked on the bedside light. What he saw made him squeak and scramble back into the centre of the bed. "I don't think it was the mattress... Jay we gotta get out of here!" The floor of the bedroom had been replaced by a thick mass of oozing red slime. It was bubbling up from between the floorboards and had already surrounded the bed; almost up to the level of the mattress.
"Jay we gotta...," turning to look at his friend Tsumi gaped, the light coloured otter was writhing from side to side trying to claw at the red ooze clinging to his back. "Oh fuck no..." the mog cried crawling over the bed toward Jay. The pink moogle was going to try and help pull the goo off when he saw that it was thinning and spreading out over Jay's back. Watching in horror Tsumi squeaked as the otter's thrashing made his long rudder like tail flop over the side of the bed and into the red goo. In seconds Jay's tail was consumed by a wave of red ooze that squeezed and tugged his friends rump and legs over the side and into the goo.
"Tsumi... help!" Jay cried, clawing at the bedclothes as he was dragged over the edge of the bed and into the red goo. Its surface was rippling and bouncing much like the waterbed, an undisturbed membrane of deceptively solid looking yet flowing material. Except that was where the goo was still bubbling up out of the floorboards, making the stuff look liquid like and runny. It also bubbled and splashed around Jay as it dragged the otter further over the side of the bed. Tsumi made as if to grab his lovers hands then stopped as the red ooze slorped up over the otter's chest and coated his arms ignoring the otters back. It moved as if it anticipated Tsumis move to grab the otter and the mog hesitated before trying to grab any of Jay's exposed fur. The otter was soon coated from the neck down as the layer of goo slid across his back and sealed him in a slippery, oozing layer of red slime. It was growing thicker by the moment, squeezing about Jay's body and continuing to drag him off the bed. Then wide eyed and whimpering Jay slipped over the edge of the bed, shoulders sinking under; goop pulling his arms down but leaving his head clear. Slowly the red liquid engulfed that as well leaving Jay as a shaggy, oozing otter shaped outline beneath the slime before he was tugged beneath the surface. For a moment the red, shimmery surface remained liquid like and bubbled before sealing over with a thick, gelatinous and deceptively solid looking membrane.
"Jay..." licking his lips nervously Tsumi scrambled down the bed and hopped onto the side table. It was higher than the bed and he had barely gotten clear when the red ooze flooding up out of the floor swamped the waterbed, hiding it from view. Looking toward the door Tsumi wriggled his tail and flapped his wings as he tried to calm his thoughts and think of an escape route. There was at least three feet of clear floor over by the door, all he had to do was reach it. Taking a deep breath Tsumi lined himself up with a chair that was standing alone amidst a sea of shiny red slime and jumped! He should have made it easily but when he was half way there thick tendrils of red ooze lashed up out of the slime and coiled about his limbs. Held in mid-air, wriggling back and forth and cursing Tsumi struggled against his bonds, wings flapping worriedly in alarm.
"Cheating... good for nothing..... damn it Ru...." he got no further, the mog's voice cut off as he was jerked down and under the surface with a glorp that made the lake of slime ripple and roil like a disturbed pond. With the room now empty, its former occupants consigned to the slime the pool started to bubble and ooze back through the floorboards leaving no trace that anything had ever been there at all.
Clattering several empty saucepans into the sink Frosty turned the faucet on to let the water run before moving over to the oven. Cracking the door open so he could see he checked on the progress of the roast potatoes and the pork loin. Grinning at the way they were coming along the cheetah left them to continue roasting and went to tug Surge away from the door as the white fox tried to slip out. "And just where do you think you're going?"
"Well you have everything under control honey; you don't need my help." Surge tried his best innocent grin which just made the cheetah laugh fondly and tug Surge down by the ears to kiss. Surge didn't struggle; it was nice to have Frosty alone without the risk of his son or one of the others who usually filled his house walking in on him. Lifting his arms to wrap them about his man the fox tried to deepen the kiss and take it further but his kitty squirmed and resisted. Sure there was dinner to cook but it could wait a minute or two whilst he enjoyed a proper moment with his mate. Tickling his natural static charge into Frosty's fur the fox made the cheetah squirm for a moment then go limp and groan as he increased the power flowing into him to tease the pleasure centres of the kittys body. Frosty had little chance to resist even after years of being in Surge's company; there were just some assaults a person couldn't build up a resistance too. Like having an electrical charge stimulating your nervous system directly. Whimpering and kissing Surge back hungrily Frosty let himself forget about the cooking and just relaxed into Surges arms. Distracted as he was Frosty paid no heed the first time something brushed against his ankles, or the second time for that matter. It was only when something slick and warm wrapped itself about his ankle did he react. He tried to pull away from Surge, to break the kiss as whatever it was started to slither up his leg. The fox however kept Frosty trapped, the power surging into him left him weak and trembling, unable to pull free as his groin surged and tented the front of his pants leaving him squirming and whimpering. Torn between given into the pleasure Surge was giving or the need to find out what was coiling about his leg the cheetah wasnt sure what to do.
He made the decision just as the slithering, undulating mass reached his thigh and another one slid about his other ankle. It was warm and slightly gooey and it made the cheetah yelp and throw himself away from Surge. He broke free of his lovers grip, catching him by surprise with veracity of his struggling only to stagger and fall. The tendrils holding his ankles had pulled him off his feet to land on his arse with a thump. He had seconds to comprehend the line of undulating red ooze clinging and coiling about his legs like a snake before several more loops of sticky but solid red flesh coiled and oozed about his arms and torso. They squeezed his chest and yanked him across the floor deeper into the undulating mass of writhing coils that filled the kitchen.
"Surge, help!"
The fox was frozen, staring in shock; he'd been all set to tell his kitty off for pulling away like that. The scene before him was madness and he didn't know how to react at first. Frosty was being wrapped up by a heaving; wriggling mass of red slimy snakes, each coiling loop was topped by sleek bullet like head. With bright black eyes, hissing forked tongues and a writhing undulating body they slithered and wove over and around each other as they wrapped up his mate. Each snakes body eventually merged into one big mass that now filled the sink and spilt over the floor as it continued to ooze in a thick, shiny red stream out of the faucet. Shaking off his shock Surge leapt into action as Frosty called out to him again. The white fox thrust both hands toward the coiling mass and gathered his power. The soft cyan charge that wreathed his body grew in strength about his fingers before he unleashed a crackling arch of blue electricity into the coiled snakes clinging to Frosty. Electrical energy skipped and skidded across the pulsating cocoon of red that now engulfed the cheetah. It sparked off and grounded itself into the counter tops, struck the oven and shorted it out and zapped the pots on the hob leaving them crackling and sparking. What it didn't do was have any effect on the coils of red ooze. Cursing his bad luck Surge leapt forward and tried to grasp some of those snakes and pull them away. His hands just slipped across smooth, seamless red ooze as the multitude of wriggling snakes started blending together. They were forming into one single oozing, wet liquid sheet of red flesh that bulged and rippled as it moved but showed no sign of his cheetah's outline.
Growling in frustration, teeth bared in anger Surge began punching the red goo, slamming his fists into it, trying to find some way of tearing through the solid, slippery gel to his cat. All he managed to do was make temporary dents in the undulating, growing, thickening length of red slime. When it reached the ceiling and started to lean forward, hanging over the top of Surge. Glancing up at the over-hanging ooze the white fox gasped as the rounded tip suddenly split open revealing a sticky red interior that lunged at his head. The electro-fox was fast but this time speed failed him as the creature struck like a lunging snake and snapped his body up. In one moment he was buried up to his waist and then the red goo twitched, tossed its head back up and with a slick, rippling gulp swallowed him whole. The world became a slick, gooey red nightmare of teasing aphrodisiac like cherry scented red slime that made his loins burn with need. There was a moment of unpleasantness as gooey liquid coated him as he slipped deeper into this strange creature. It sloughed his clothes away, leaving him naked and squirming before he was squeezed horny and struggling through a thin, permeable membrane. This led into a form-fitting prison of teasing, undulating gel that squeezed him from all sides. It was all he could manage to grind his hips and cry out in pleasure as the red ooze played with his body, holding him fast and imprisoned in its warm, constricting embrace.
Slowly waking up he groaned and tried to move, it was much too warm and something was pressing against his body from all sides. Squirming and trying to lift his hands he came awake all the way with a start as he found he couldn't move. Everything rushed back, the goo, the engulfing red slime all around and then being dragged beneath the surface. Whimpering and trying to pull free, claws tugging at the slick membrane that clung to his body he tried his hardest to tear the stretchy wall open. It bulged against his struggles, giving an inch or two before squeezing him back into place. There was no space at all between his body and the walls, the membrane wrapped about his arms and legs, torso, and muzzle held him tightly and all he could see was a slick cherry red wall of ooze less than a few centimetres from his eyes.
Moaning softly he tried to hold still as he realised every time he moved or stretched out the weight of goo on the other side of the membrane undulated. This caused it to push against his body in a slick, smooth and teasing massage that was growing hard to ignore and felt brilliant. The smooth surface of the imprisoning membrane rubbing up and down against his body, teasing and sliding over his fur in such a delightful manner. Slowly he felt everything growing hazy and indistinct as his body reacted in pleasure to the stimulation and it took him moment to realise he could now see outside. He could feel and see his arms moving, three fingers capped by hoof like fingernails, legs moving, hard hooves clopping against the ground. It was his body he could see moving and yet he could also still feel the shifting waves of goo tormenting his body within its slick prison.
Looking at the outside world through a face that felt like a mask as it moved against his will and pressed against his face he gaped as he picked up a heavy looking green leather harness with bells attached to it. They jingled as he moved toward another figure and started to help them don the harness. It was a reindeer, their body seemingly made up from semisolid goo: dark red in colour across the majority of their body with tall antlers, hooves and their neck and underbelly coloured a light pink. The goo crept and oozed across their body in thick, slow waves yet didn't come away as his hands brushed against it as he helped them into the harness. He watched as the red and pink slowly started to grow streaked with brown and beige as the last buckles on the harness was closed by his nimble if disobedient gooey fingers. Try as he might he just couldn't get his body to do what he wanted, all he could do was watch.
Stepping back from the reindeer he lifted up a large red collar and buckled it into place around their neck and gaped at the reaction that spread through them. The reindeer threw his head back, tossing his antlers and let out a pleased bellow, as the goo flowed faster over their body. Stepping back he watched as their fingers merged into solid hooves and they clacked down onto all fours. Standing in place, trembling in obvious pleasure the new brown reindeer unleashed a torrent of thick cum over the ground. The last vestiges of red faded away leaving them with a sleek shiny brown hide that would look like real fur from a distance. Turning away from the now feral creature he gaped at the other four brown reindeer he caught a glimpse of. Each one had a matching red and pink gooey anthro-deer standing next to it and he got a brief glimpse of their location, the roof top deck above the cabin. He tried calling out to them, attempted to force this body to do as he wanted but again it ignored him and turned to pick up another green harness with bells on it.
He assumed he'd be fitting it to one of the other anthro reindeer but soon found himself lifting his legs and fitting it to himself. He tried to scream but the inner membrane held his jaws shut so the best he could do was let out a muffled whimper as he buckled the harness into place around his torso and shoulders. His muffled screams slowly turned into groans of pleasure because as the harness grew tighter the massaging waves of pleasurable squeezing against his body grew stronger. Soon he was barely aware of the outside world. He had a brief vision of the collar being lifted, felt it closing about his neck then screamed in pleasure as the goo changed into the now familiar shape of a feral reindeer. As colour spread across the outside his prison within the gooey shape was shifted and moved about pleasuring him in ways that proved to be all too much. Throwing his head back he bellowed in pleasure, tossing his antlers as his low hanging dick pulsed and slicked the ground with cum.
Trembling and panting, body suffused with a warm feeling, the line between his trapped real body and the gooey, disguised mask he was wearing grew blurry. He could no longer quite tell what was what. There were new instincts and instructions flowing through his mind and he was quick to line up with his brothers as a figure stepped up onto the deck. The skunk smiled and walked along the line whispering to each beast in turn, fingers stroking faux, furry muzzles. This figure; Russet yes that was his name; he was made from the same goo now enclosing his host. He was both drawing sustenance from him, moving his new body but at the same time all part of him could do was watch. Their thoughts were mingling now, and there was a quiet voice still squirming underneath the new personality now in charge of the body.
As an extension of Russet's malleable ooze he was a semi-independent creature yet under the skunk's overall control. He shivered and nuzzled into the paw that stroked his muzzle as the skunk reached him, smiling at the skunk dressed in his red Santa's outfit.
"Sorry for the change of plans, something came up. We have a lot of work to do but I promise..." he grinned lewdly and patted the reindeer's muzzle fondly. "You'll be more then paid in return for your kind act of charity before the night is done. Now then..." scampering over to where a large sophisticated sledge was waiting he motioned his reindeer toward the front, "Line up... we have a holiday to save!"
It didn't take long to line up, the sleek, shimmery team cooperating as Russet secured running lines to their harnesses and fitted bridles before he climbed up into the sleigh and shook the reins. "Now Tsumi, Jay, Frosty and Surge.... Sefra, Damien, Whistler and Newidian! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Dash away, dash away all!"
Shivering in anticipation as the skunk cried out the reindeer started to run with his brothers. As they reached the end of the deck he leapt up and into the air, helping to drag the sleigh behind them as up and away the soared. Russet was laughing and cheering from his seat as they sped into the air but the reindeer wasnt listening. He was just thrilled to be flying, letting the reigns guide his movements, obeying subconsciously. Inside his host had started to stir in pleasure again as his gooey outer body teased over them as he moved his legs, running through the night sky. It was Christmas Eve and they had a mission and soon... soon he'd receive another reward like when he was collared. But only if he did a good job, so onwards he ran with his brothers into the bright Christmas sky.
-fin