Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was sleeping not even a mouse… Except a little girl named Flurry Heart. She was small with blonde hair and with a cute button nose. She laid in her bed, not sleeping a wink. She knew the stocking were hung by the chimney with care, with hopes that saint Nicklehooves would soon be here.
Flurry Heart tossed and turned in her bed, as she felt overly excited. It was close to the strike of midnight as she looked around as she tossed around. It was here Christmas was almost there, and soon she and her parents would be going down the stairs and rip open her gifts that Santa was bringing her.
She looked at her ceiling and stared at the white ceiling with its grooves and little imperfections, When she heard a clacking down the stairs. Flurry's head pulled up as she looked around her room. She was filled with excitement.
“Santa! It’s Santa!” She called in a hush tone as she walked to the door doing her best not to make a single sound. She reached over carefully opening the door, as she made sure not to make a single sound. She didn’t dare way her parents up. She knew they would scare Santa off.
Flurry tipped down the stairs and into the living-room as she was getting ready, her heart was racing. The small lights shimmering as they shined illuminating the room up as she took a sneak peek in there. Than she saw him… She saw Santa Hooves! He was finally here!
She wanted to scream in joy, run in there and hug the jolly old man, but there was something about Santa that seemed Different. He wore the suit it was clear covered in red and white his hat was puffy as he was holding his bag spreading her gifts around the trees. Somehow he looked younger than she imagined his white beard moving all over but still managing to cover his face. She watched with excitement as she knew she was going to tell Mommy and Daddy about this.
“Oh Santa is that you?” Flurry heard a voice it sounded like Mommy, as she seemed to be walking into sight. Mom wasn’t wearing much except her night gown, her wing’s popping from her back. that went down to her legs nice and long long flowing pink hair that moved down to her shoulders. She was beautiful. She seemed to walk towards Santa with a smile as she said,
“Hmm well hello, there Santa.”
“Hmm Hello there Miss. Heart I wasn’t expecting you to be up so late and on Christmas Eve no doubt.”
His deep jolly voice rang in the room, such excitement. Flurry watched him his belly bouncing as he gave his Ho Ho Ho, giggling as it was clear they hadn’t noticed her. She was close to bounding out screaming out,
“Hi Santa!” but she hadn’t something stopping her, some mysterious force.
“Well, Santa I wanted to meet you, and make sure that you got my Sweet Flurry something nice for Christmas. Maybe even something for me. I’ve been extra- Extra good.” Her voice empathizing on the good part. Santa looked towards her with a chuckle as he placed his sack to the side.
“Well, Miss. Heart, I don’t know, Flurry has been a very good girl, but for you, It’s hard to tell I imagine that you’ve been a naughty girl staying up so late.”
Flurry watched more giggling as she imagined her mommy getting coal for Christmas being naughty. But it was clear that Miss. Heart had something else in mind.
“Oh no, I can’t be naughty- But Santa is there any way I can get off the naughty list?” she moved in closer, Her hand reaching down caressing his outer thigh.
“Well- There isn’t much I can do… But I know that I can do something for a specific Naughty girl.” He chuckled moving in closer. Their face getting in closer, giving Miss. Heart a kiss, Flurry almost screamed realizing that she was watching Mommy kissing Santa Hooves. She was tempted to run upstairs and tell her daddy. Which was exactly what she was going to do. She ran up the stairs being as quiet as possible.
She ran into her parent's room and realized Daddy was in fact gone. She was shocked but imagined that he might’ve been working late. She didn’t see him all day on Christmas eve and that made her sad. But she was fine with it. As she ran back down sneaking over ready to confront her naughty mother.
She came back down and her eyes turning into dinner plates. She almost screamed but reached over covering her mouth. She was watching Her Mommy on her knees. As Santa had his pants shuffled down. Halfway down his knees. Flurry wasn’t sure what to say, as she saw her Mommy’s head bobbing back and forth. Her eyes closed though from this position she couldn’t see what she was doing to make her head bouncing.
“Mhmm, such a Naughty girl, keep going suck my Christmas tree!” He grunted he began bending down his hand’s grabbing her head. His grunts getting heavy as he pushed her head down. Santa grunting harder. Flurry wasn’t sure what to do. Frozen in place. As she looked towards her mom, Santa just grunting more as his body bucking more.
“Ohh Dear it’s going to be a white Christmas!” His voice grunting as he shuddered moaning. Soon Miss. Heart gave a long gulp, and Flurry heard a popping sound.
"Oh Santa your milk is so tasty. But I think it’s time for some Cookies and Milf.” Her voice sounding sultry, as she moved in closer. Her hands reached down and started undoing her shirt. As she lifted it up.
“Yum, Santa loves Cookies, with big sexy Milfs. HO, HO, HO!”
Her mom was standing there naked. Her big milk filled boobies swaying back and forth, Flurry ran upstairs running into her room and hiding under the covers at this point, shaking as she could practically hear mommy screaming, trying to block away such a thought. As she shuddered.
Nine months later, Little Flurry found herself the big sister of a bouncing baby boy. Who laid crying and screaming all the time. Mommy said it was a special gift from Santa, but Flurry just shuddered thinking of what that might’ve been. She never told Daddy what she saw or heard. She couldn’t hurt daddy.
She looked over towards her brother who she suspected might be her half brother- the son of Santa hooves... SHe better get a bike next year.
Author's Note
Ho-Ho-Ho merry Christmas
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