Christmas Surprise
Certainly has been a while, huh? ^.^; Anyway, late though it is (which I pitifully enough blame my lack of a computer at my apartment for a while for...I know I could've wrote my due stories on paper, but it just doesn't feel the same to me. Sad, I know) here's my first submission in some time, something I certainly hope will keep up with my apparent 4-5-star standard around here thus far.
This one in particular is a Christmas story that I'd initially planned to submit around the actual time of Christmas, but hey, I've heard plenty of statements of 'Christmas in July', joking or not, on TV shows I watch, so why not? As always, hope everyone enjoys =^.^=. Oh, and also please excuse the somewhat cheesy and probably overused opening...
'Twas the night of Christmas Eve, and all through the city, not a creature was stiffing...well, maybe not exactly.
On this night in this city, only two things were happening save for the adults and children silently, or some not so silently, dreaming their own separate dreams.
"Come on, Julian, why not? Just for the night!" a girl protested, holding a nearby boy's hand, keeping him from the seat just beyond the open door. She wore her light brown hair short, and her golden fur shimmered lightly in the moonlight in the places where it wasn't covered by her red t-shirt or skirt. Her face had a pleading expression on it.
"You know I'd love to," the gray-furred wolf, the aforementioned boy, said, his face not quite agreeing with his words, "but it's Christmas, I have my family to consider." With that, he said 'bye' and kissed the golden-furred, grumbling vixen on the cheek before driving off. Sighing and crossing her arms tightly to her chest, the 19-year-old vixen went back inside, shutting the door and slumping down onto the couch.
The two had been together for the past two years after initially meeting during the girl's junior year of high school, the boy a senior at that time. They'd ended up in the same class that year, an elective that thus had a few members of different grades in it, and became close fairly quickly after joking around a few times in class away from the teacher.
As a member of the football team, the wolf had his popularity essentially guaranteed, whereas the vixen had her unusual golden fur to gain her popularity, mostly with the boys, who never seemed right for her, always seeming to look at her as the proverbial catch of the day. How she ended up together with a member of the football team of all things was beyond her, but that was simply how it turned out, and she didn't mind at all.
Well, except for times like this, when the wolf always seemed to shy away from sticking around very long after it got dark. During their high school days he'd blamed a curfew successfully enough, but now those days were over and the blame instead turned to wishing to spend more time with his family, so he said. She'd even resorted to the argument that she could easily find someone else, which wasn't met entirely well, a short argument ensuing between the two before the wolf left with hardly another word before it even began to get dark.
This particular Christmas the vixen's family was up north visiting relatives that she had no interest in, and thus she'd convinced them to allow her to stay home alone for the first time she could ever remember, her parents now ready to believe that she was mature enough to handle herself since she was out of high school for almost half a year. After hearing that Santa wasn't real, however, she never thought much of the holiday. She still liked exchanging presents, to be sure, and spending time with family members that she actually liked as well as friends near the holiday, but it never seemed that special to her without the magic she used to believe in.
Turning away from the vixen's story to the second thing of note that was happening in the mostly silent city, one would have to take close note of the sky, likely from up in the sky itself to be able to catch it. A lone brownish-grey-furred feral, or non-anthropomorphic, reindeer with short antlers could be seen, from the right vantage point, flying through teh night sky. A strange sight to anyone that may have been around to catch it, but everyone around was inside and had no interest in whatever may have been happening in the sky above them, the planes having ceased flying overhead earlier in the day.
The reindeer, however, was flying low enough to catch the goings-on on the ground below them, even if some things were too small to make out from the height. Tilting their head a little as they caught something down on the ground, two anthro canines judging by the tails and the shapes of the ears, the reindeer drifted down further, alighting on the roof and watching what was happening with the pair, catching two sensations in particular from them.
The first, not so important in the reindeer's mind, was what the pair were saying, or, it seemed, arguing. Well, that was their problem, the reindeer supposed, not in any position to be interested in who was doing what or staying where or anything of the like.
What really stuck out was the second sensation, which the wolf didn't seem to be picking up on even from his position so much closer to the vixen. Upwind(?) a little, the reindeer supposed. A scent, faint and just barely detectable, but one it was easy enough to tell was coming from the vixen. It did explain why she wanted the wolf around, the reindeer supposed, but again, that was hardly of any concern, it was mainly the two canine's problem.
Watching the two split up, the wolf driving off in his car while the vixen returned to the house, the reindeer laid down on the roof for a few moments, glancing thoughtfully after the wolf's car while they could still see the lights from it, then gave a small shrug before standing up. Using a little of the same magic they used for the flight through the night sky, the reindeer shifted their form to a more humanoid one, nonetheless retaining many of their features in feral form, notable differences being more human-like hands replacing those particular hooves and, more prominently, a pair of moderately-sized breasts crowning the top of their chest, the reindeer's full, still quite nude form revealed to quite definitely be female. Taking a cue from the one that usually fed her and the other reindeer back home, she slipped herself down the chimney, arriving quickly enough in the living room.
Sitting silently on the couch, the gold-furred vixen fidgeted about a little, looking around the room and wondering what she was supposed to do now that she had the house to herself. She'd expected it to be so much more fun; have the house to herself for the night, do whatever she wanted, have people over, that sort of thing. But nobody, not even her wolf boyfriend, seemed interested in coming or, in the latter case, staying, which left her wondering why she'd even bothered to convince her parents to allow this. She couldn't even order a pizza or anything, since everything was now closed.
Then came a pair of hands suddenly placed on her shoulders, and the vixen would have jumped off the couch in surprise and shock had the attached fingers not began stroking firmly along her shoulders, the massaging slowly allowing her to sink back into the couch, the building stress from having nothing to do and nobody to do it with slowly being worked out of her, all thoughts of facing the trespasser currently forgotten. Not the best idea, but it just felt so relaxing, and she really needed something to cool her down from her building heat over the past day.
"Mmm...Julian?" the vixen eventually asked as she began to turn her head to see whoever it was, sure she locked the door behind her but nonetheless thinking of nobody else that might be here, giving her a massage.
"Hm? You mean that wolf?" the doe asked, and, met with a completely unfamiliar voice, the vixen really did jump out from right under the doe's fingers and retreated away from the couch a little, her eyes too focused on the trespasser's face to yet make any note that they weren't wearing anything.
"What...how'd you get in here? I'm sure I locked all of the doors and everything..." the vixen asked, sorting through her mind at possibilities of entry. A picked lock, perhaps, or...no, it couldn't have been breaking one of the windows or anything, the house had been completely silent, she would've heard something like that.
"The chimney, of course," the doe answered matter-of-factly, as if there was no reason to believe she would've come in any other way.
"The...what?"
"The chimney, like I said. I may not be Santa, but I still have a little magic as a reindeer that lives at his residence."
"Come on, Santa's not real, everyone knows that," the vixen sighed, narrowing her eyes slightly like she was trying to see through the doe's words.
"Says who? Have you ever seen your parents buy you any of the gifts labeled from Santa, or place them under the tree?"
"Of course not! They're supposed to be a surprise, and we're not supposed to stay up for Santa as kids, I guess because he's not real," the vixen retorted, and the doe gave a sigh.
"Sure, that's what they want you to believe. Hey, that's even what they come to believe, but it's still Santa that does most of the work, at least until all of the kids in the house are 'too old' to believe in him, then he just doesn't bother because nothing will be labeled as 'from Santa'."
"Right. So then you expect me to believe you live up in the North Pole?"
"Well, half of the year, sure..." the doe replied thoughtfully. "Basically we always stay at whatever pole the sun's closest to for that time of the year, then pack up and move everything over to the workshop on the other pole when we have to."
"I...guess that makes sense..." the vixen said slowly, working through ways she could defeat the doe's strange logic, beginning to believe a little despite herself. "But haven't people been to the South Pole successfully or something?"
"Huh? I dunno, I guess not, the workshops aren't exactly hidden that I can think of..." the doe replied, scratching her chin thoughtfully and looking up to the ceiling. "Anyway, though, doesn't change the fact that it's all there, and that Santa and us magical reindeer exist," she continued, hovering off the ground for a few moments to the vixen's surprise to make her argument more solid.
"Right...I...guess..." the vixen said, not sure at this point what to think. Realizing something, she tore herself somewhat unwillingly away from that thought process. "Forget it, I don't want to think about that right now...why are you here?" she demanded, her eyes returning to being somewhat narrowed.
"You just...seemed like you could use some company, I suppose."
"Well, sure...but I was thinking more my boyfriend, not some random...reindeer I don't even know popping in supposedly down the chimney."
"True...but I'm not really interested in leaving right now, you really do seem to need some company," the doe said, beginning to circle the couch and approach the vixen. "Your scent," she continued before the vixen could really say anything, "was what really attracted me into this house."
"My...scent? What are you talking about?" the vixen asked somewhat shyly, beginning to blush a little. She was quite certain she knew, of course; it was no secret to her that she was in heat. But hopefully, hopefully, that wasn't what the reindeer was talking about, and she'd be left alone in that regard. Never having known any girls that liked other girls, she wasn't sure about her position on the whole concept, but didn't think she'd ever be interested in anything but boys in that sense.
"Come now, you know what I'm talking about," the doe replied, now standing so that the vixen was between her and the couch. Moving quickly, she grasped the vixen's shoulders, directing her somewhat forcefully but not too roughly to sit on the couch, affording the sudden realization for the vixen, due to their current closeness with the doe's body mere inches away from hers, that the trespasser wasn't wearing any clothes.
"I...I have a boyfriend..." the vixen protested, avoiding the doe's eyes, but she couldn't force out the memory of that pleasant massage earlier, how she wouldn't mind it again. Unfortunately, she also couldn't force the doe to be male in that memory, which made it awkward for her.
"A boyfriend that clearly left you when you needed him, as I saw it. Am I wrong?"
"W...well...no...but..."
"But what? He's gone, I'm here, and you need someone. You really are quite beautiful, though, you know? Golden fur...nothing I've ever seen before, though I've spent most of my days at the poles away from regular civilization..." the doe said, her fingers running firmly along the vixen's shoulders once more, continuing her massage from earlier.
"I...um..." the vixen tried to protest, becoming at a loss for words under the massage, and her body reacting to it much more than she wanted, than it usually would have.
"I suppose I should be fair to you, maybe go out and get you a boy if that's what you really want, though that could take a little while...so just look at me and tell me whether you want me to retrieve someone or stay, and I'll do as you ask," the doe smiled lightly, unable to hide a tint of lust in her eyes, breathing in the scent of the vixen's heat so long that it had begun to affect her.
Giving a small nod, the vixen weakly turned her face toward the doe's, her eyes meeting the reindeer's and locking there. "I...I don't want to wait..." she said quietly, a faint red tint remaining on her cheeks. "I really do need someone now..."
"Since you say so, it hardly seems fair to make you wait, so let's be done with some of this..." the doe replied just as quietly, her hands trailing down from the vixen's shoulders until they reached her waist, tugging her t-shirt up while the vixen only too willingly lifted her arms up well before the shirt neared that point, allowing the doe to easily slip it up and off. Following that, the doe's hands trailed back to the straps of the vixen's bra, never at any moment failing to remain somewhere on the vixen's body, whether trailing up to stop at her hands as she simply allowed the shirt to fall onto the back of the couch or sliding them down the girl's shoulders and arms as she slipped the straps of the bra off, catching one of them on her thumb and flicking it off to the side.
All the while, the vixen felt her heat steadily building, her tail waving along excitedly beside her on the couch as the doe's hands explored her body while removing some of her clothes. Her breath coming out more heavily than before, she struggled for words and reason, only to quite definitively find neither, leaving her, half a second after she'd began struggling, wondering why she'd even bothered. Her mind and logic failing her, she opted instead to go with what her body told her, and wrapped her arms tightly around the doe's neck, a slightly surprised expression appearing on the doe's face before she simply smiled. Continuing with the action, the vixen tugged her closer, removing the few inches that had remained between their bodies and pressing her lips deeply to the doe's, her eyes closing tightly, moaning out softly as she felt the doe instantly return the kiss.
Eager to...play along, so to speak, especially given what little luck she tended to have in finding anything like a mate back home, the doe grinned as she continued the kiss, her hands trailing further down the vixen's body to the top of her skirt, which was forcefully removed, neither girl currently having a care for the condition it was thus put in as it was discarded, useless, onto the floor. Not enjoying her current position of leaning over the vixen, the doe got up onto her knees on the couch and spreading her legs so she was straddling the vixen, her arms slipping down under the vixen's armpits and reaching back to grasp the back of the couch, effectively pinning the vixen quite firmly between it and her.
Fidgeting around just a little, testing the current situation out to see if she could move anywhere, the vixen quickly found that she couldn't, gasping lightly through her nose as her fidgeting had begun to rub her nipples and slit against the doe's, a further moan of pleasure coursing through her body at the incredible sensations she'd discovered from the unintentional act.
The doe herself, it seemed, also thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, the heat notably building between her legs, where some moisture had begun to appear, and, with the vixen unable to move much in their current position, decided to continue the actions herself, grinding her body firmly up and down against the vixen's, finding herself beginning to moan in pleasure along with the one she had trapped against the couch.
"Oh god...I'm so glad you came..." the vixen said, breaking the kiss and burying herself back into the couch under the doe's warm body that was sending so much pleasure through hers, cut off from anything further she might've been about to say by the doe's lips meeting hers once more and forcing them closed in a kiss again, though not before letting her tongue travel out of her mouth into the gap left by the vixen's open lips, allowing the tongue to explore the canine's mouth when it was closed again. Both girls feeling the heat rise further in their bodies from all the contact, the vixen was unable to contain herself as she held the doe tightly to her once more, her tongue lapping hungrily, somewhat roughly, at the doe's, her tail passing quickly up and down the doe's legs as her heat was finally, mercifully, released after somewhat over a day of holding it in, a rush of her juices meeting some of the doe's own.
"Mmm...so am I, come to that..." the doe said, breaking the kiss after a short while as they steadily settled down. "Don't suppose you have a shower, though? Don't really want to return home without washing up after this," she giggled, and the vixen nodded.
"U...upstairs, right at the top of the stairs, there's a bathroom with a shower..." she replied, and the doe nodded, wandering in the direction the vixen pointed her toward and stopping at the base of the stairs, where she still had a view of the canine's eyes following her.
"Well, don't just sit there, I'm not used to showers like this so I'll probably need some...help..." the doe said, giving a small wink.
"Um...it's not too difficult, the right knob is for cold and the left for hot, and the one in the middle is to turn the water to the actual shower..."
Giggling a little, the doe gave a small sigh, walking quickly back over to the vixen and grasping her hand, directing her up off the couch and running the other hand briefly down one of the vixen's breasts, smiling as that elicited a light growl of pleasure. "Not really what I meant...now come on already," she said, tugging the vixen after her up to the bathroom. "Start it up for me, please?" she asked, giving an innocent smile.
"Um...I...guess..." the vixen said, wandering over to the tub and kneeling down to get the water going, testing it a little before turning the actual shower on, the realization of what had just happened downstairs finally coming along now that her heat had passed.
"Hm...seems pretty good..." the doe said approvingly, testing the water with one hand as it ran from the shower head. "After you, my lovely vixen," she smiled, motioning to the tub.
"Wha...n...no, what happened down there...well...not really..." she began to protest before finding herself hovering up into the air along with the doe, directed over to stand in the shower, sighing lightly as the water began washing over her.
"Come now, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that..." the doe said, lust once more appearing in her eyes as she wrapped an arm around the vixen's waist, holding her in place as the fingers on her other hand ran lightly along the area around the vixen's slit, meeting with the water to help clean it off.
"Mm...p...please...stop..." the vixen weakly continued her protest, but the awareness remained that the doe was right. She enjoyed it greatly, and her boyfriend had now had two perfect chances, including just earlier, to be with her when she really needed him and had both times blown her off. Meanwhile, the meeting with the doe had been strange, no doubt, but the doe gave her just what she needed, albeit with some definite coercion. Even in the mind that had always previously dismissed the slightest possibility of being with another female, all of that definitely counted for something.
"Alright then...you seem nice and clean now anyway," the doe smiled, removing her hand from between the vixen's legs and locking eyes with her, that look of lust still there. "So, what..."
Making up her mind about the whole thing, the vixen cut her off in mid-sentence, mimicking one of the doe's actions from earlier as her lips pressed against hers, her tongue making its way into the doe's mouth while it was open, the doe's tongue this time licking roughly along hers.
"Hm...that's what I thought..." the doe smirked as she broke the kiss after a short while. "As for me, though, I should probably be getting home, it's probably about time for everything to start down there. Maybe I could come back sometime, though, if I decide to go out for a litle flight, maybe get to know you better, even bring along a...lonely friend or two."
Blushing lightly at the final comment, the vixen nodded quickly. "Well, don't wait too long, then, I certainly can't count on my boyfriend to stick around very often...and...um..."
"Yes?" the doe asked, tilting her head a little to the side in curiosity.
"After all this...well, what you said, and watching you fly a little, and making me fly like that...I think maybe I do believe in Santa Clause and all that sort of thing again..."
"I hope you're not saying that just to get more presents," the doe giggled. "Though I think it could be arranged..."
"Sounds good to me, just as long as my parents aren't around, not sure what they'd think about me getting a present from Santa at my age..."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure they're leaving before I or any of my friends come around," the doe smiled, and the vixen nodded once more.
Sharing another long, deep kiss under the flow of the shower, their wet bodies pressed against each other, they dried off and gave each other a somewhat unwilling fairwell, the doe slipping back up the chimney and returning to her feral form to fly off back down to the South Pole's workshop, where the games would be starting soon enough, both girls making sure to hold the memory of this encounter in their minds.