A Present from Santa

Christmas Eve, a night of excited anticipation for the arrival of St. Nick, snow blanketing the ground and clear starlit skies. A roaring fire with stockings hung with care, chestnuts...pft, yeah right, I mean who even does that? Of all the traditions that is one of the goofiest...where was I? Oh right, Christmas. Cookies left on a tray with a glass of milk beside for the Jolly Old Man who brings presents for the good boys and girls and coal for the naughty, making his list and checking it twice to make sure no mistakes were made and getting ready for his big night of worldwide deliveries. Normally on this night, children and adults are usually fast asleep in preparation for the coming morn, the thoughts of spending time with loved ones and being merry dancing through their dreams but for one person, no sleep was being found this night.

His name was JM Foxfire...yeah it's an unusual name I'll grant you, but he's a nice guy I promise you. He was an orange furred tabby cat with a white muzzle and belly fur and brown eyes with pink pawpads on his hands and feet. He had a short head of brown hair and weighed a hefty three hundred pounds, now what was he doing this night that kept him from sleep? Well...it was an artist's funk, you see JM is a budding artist and for the past few days he's been trying to get some ideas for a painting onto a canvas but has been unable to find a good muse, the tabby standing with a painters smock and wooden pallet in one hand with a brush in the other and staring at a blank canvas...the feline's nose twitching softly as he stood with an outstretched arm and a trembling brush as he tried to think of something to create...eventually throwing the brush at the canvas with a huff and falling back into an easy chair to bemoan his artistic failure. Taking a small fish that he kept by his chair in case he needed a break and biting into it rather hard (Herring for those wondering, though any kind of fish would do for a feline really…) JM sighing as he ate his sorrows away… “Will I never get out of this funk? Is my creative vision really SO limited?” He bemoaned as he ate some more, unaware that Santa had been monitoring the boy.

The good Saint seeing that the boy was deeply troubled and distraught, Santa tugging on his fluffy white beard softly as he stood in his trademark red pants with suspenders strapped around his shoulders. “JM Foxfire...never once on the Naughty list, even as a grown male he still does good. What can I do to make you have a Merry Christmas this year?” He said to himself as he watched the boy on a monitor on the sleigh, while the Reindeer pulled him towards his next stop when he got an idea...JM was looking for inspiration and his city was close by, Santa would give him a muse unlike any other and he cracked the reins to make the deer speed up, knowing this would make this a Christmas to remember. JM still wallowing in self pity as Santa arrived on the house opposite him, landing and undoing the harness to Dancer, letting her up and standing before him with a confused look; “Is something wrong Santa?” She asked in a sweet voice as Santa began to undo her bells and bridle, making her look like an ordinary reindeer, giving her some traditional Christmas attire to cover herself; “Not at all my dear! You see I have a special job for you this year!” He said jovially as she tilted her head softly; (What could be more special than delivering smiles the world over?) She thought as Santa explained his plans to her.

“You understand now?” He said with a smile as Dancer blushed softly at his idea; “S-Santa, are you sure you won't need me to pull the sleigh?” She said nervously as Santa laughed; “Not to worry my dear, we can handle this towns deliveries while you see to our friend! Now, off you go!” He said waving his hand as Dancer gulped and jumped from the roof and went to JM's door, she blushed softly, but if this was what Santa wanted her to do, she would do it, she knocked slowly making the tabby perk up and wonder who it was at this late hour. “Who could that be?” He said aloud as he went to the door and opened it, but his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw the most beautiful reindeer standing in front of him! JM couldn't help but stare at her, she was tall, slender, eyes of shimmering blue and sporting a bountiful chest with an hourglass figure that made his mouth gape. Dancer blushing at being ogled like this but she had a job to do; “M-merry Christmas JM. My name is Dancer and I've come to make sure you have a wonderful Christmas!!!” She said with a hidden nervousness in her tone making the tabby shake his head in disbelief.

“Wait, Dancer? THE Dancer?!? Like the song!?” He gasped making her blush and nod softly as she shivered a little from the cold wind, JM quickly offering her inside to stay warm, shutting the door and looking at her gorgeous backside making him pant; “Oh my goodness, Dancer! I have THE Dancer in my room! Oh man! I've gotta tell somebody!” He said as Dancer stood in front of him and held her arms out; “NO! You cannot tell anybody!” She said adamantly making him stop; “The world believes in Santa yes, but they cannot have proof! You mustn’t tell!” She said making his ears droop softly when he got an idea; “Well um, can I...paint you then? Have something that only I will gaze upon and remember by? I promise that I won't share it with anyone! I'll keep it hidden at all times!” He said seeing her beauty and feeling the ideas rushing through his mind and his arm itching to paint such a promising portrait. Dancer blushed softly, she'd never been painted but leaving such evidence behind...then she remembered Santa's words; “Remember, we want everyone to have a Merry Christmas. Make his wish come true.” The words rang in her ears as she smiled softly making him blush again, looking at his blank canvas and picturing herself on it, the idea making her giggle softly.

“Okay sir, you may paint me, and we'll see about keeping it afterward, deal?” Dancer said with a soft smile making JM grin from ear to ear, asking Dancer to sit on a stool and strike a pose, the reindeer complying with him as he put one arm on her thigh and the other behind her head, her legs crossing softly to hide her intimate parts and create a pleasant and beautiful display. The feline getting the angle just right and feeling the wave of inspiration crash over him, grabbing his paint brushes and beginning to stroke with purpose and definition on the canvas. Each stroke lending itself to a Masterpiece work of art for the next hour, Dancer doing her best not to move as he kept darting his eyes from her to the canvas, his lips furled and his tongue curled on his upper lip as he was deeply focused. Dancer having to shift every so often as the stool was becoming uncomfortable as JM let out an elated; “Voila!!! Finished!” Dancer sighing and getting up with a stretch as she walked over to see the finished painting.

Dancer was astonished at how well it came out! Every detail was flawless, her fur was rich and vibrant, each strand seeming to stand out on it's own yet completing a lovely image of her. The background was a warm moonlight night with snow falling all around her, a lovely red jacket with bells and tinsel on the lining, the shading and lighting were perfect and Dancer couldn't help but blush at the beauty of the scene. “Y-you...didn't draw me in the room?” She asked noticing his artistic liberties as he blushed and smiled; “Well I thought this way, it would be more of an artistic thing instead of like a photograph. That way I could keep it, only I would know it was really you and everyone else would think it's my interpretation of you.” Dancer was impressed, his art was amazing and with that kind of logic, surely she could let him keep this picture, Dancer smiled and nuzzled up to the feline and gave him a quick peck on the cheek; “Alright JM, you may keep this portrait, I have to be going now. We have more presents to deliver.” She said as she walked towards the door with JM behind her as she opened it and walked out, JM gasping when he saw the sleigh in the street with St. Nick himself at the reigns.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas my boy! I hope you enjoyed my little present!” He said jovially as JM was shocked to see the real live Santa Claus as Dancer went to her place and rejoined the team as Santa smiled and waved to the boy as he cracked the reigns and took off into the night with Dancer smiling back at the feline who smiled as he watched the sleigh vanish into the night, a chilly gust of wind sending him back into the house to marvel at his painting, she looked so lifelike and he knew that she was out there bringing more smiles to the world. JM went and got a frame and hung the painting in the room, he would use this as a motivator in case he ever got into a funk again, using Dancer as his muse to make more amazing works of art. Meanwhile Santa was laughing as Dancer pulled the sleigh with the rest of the team; “What did I tell you Dancer? Can I make people happy or can't I?!” He said with a laugh making her smile and answer back; “You sure can sir, but we have many more smiles to bring before morning!” She called making him chuckle; “So we do! Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Cupid! On Comet! On Dunder and Blixen!!! Now Dash away! Dash away all!” He called making them all burst forth into the moonlight night, Santa looking back on the town and shouting as loud as he could;

“Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night!!!”

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My part of the Secret Santa held by  nyarengadget
This is for  jmfoxfire
Story is mine
Enjoy guys!