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It was a nice day of December. Cold, with a lot of snow, true. But it was a bright day, and John was enjoying a nice cup of cocoa with his girlfriend, in the comfort of the house they, along with his sister, rented. If only his sister didn't pull anything, it would be a perfect day. Of course it wasn't bound to be.
"Sooooo, brother ? Remember when you helped the club last year for the holiday charity drive ?" rang the voice of Jane, John's less-than-beloved sister.
"How could I ? You glued my suit to my body, and I had to show up to a party wearing bindings and heavy clothes to hide the suit. The chiming of the bell collar caused quite a few questions there."
"At least you got a girlfriend out of it", said Jane, nodding in the direction of Judith, who was chuckling to herself as she remembered how cute her now-boyfriend looked. "Look, well, we caught the eye of a bigwig who wants us to help him for Christmas. By us, I mean you two and me, of course."
"What about the half-dozen other members of the club ?"
"Oh, they weren't included in the offer."
"And who are we working for ?"
"Santa."
"Yeah, right. You know he's not real, right ?"
And then his sister grinned, of her shark-like smile from when she's about to force him in a new costume, and his girlfriend looked at him with bright, shiny puppy eyes, like how she does when she wants to see him in a girly costume, and John knew that something was about to go weird and that he'd wind up in a costume with breasts. Again.
On the day before Christmas, in a nondescript part of a nondescript town, near a nondescript warehouse, a trio of young adults were opening a door.
"Kind of... unremarkable, for being Santa's workshop, isn't it ?" Said John.
"Don't be silly, this isn't his workshop, merely one of his garages and warehouses."
"Right, because of course he's got a secret society of elves and assistants to stock them, right. This is getting sillier and sillier." said John, rolling his eyes.
Jane turned the nondescript key and opened the nondescript door, and the inside of the warehouse proved as nondescript as the rest of it, save for a few VERY unusual features.
A sleigh was sitting in the middle of the warehouse, red with gold runners and a yellow seat, with big, bulging sacks overflowing with presents in the back. On the seat, a big present was sitting, and two more presents were laying in front of it, on the floor.
All three were shocked by that vision, the twins with similar expressions of incredulity and Judith with an expression of glee.
John recovered the fastest, and turned toward his sister. "So I suppose two of us are going to be the reindeer and one will play Santa, right ? I call dibs on Santa."
Judith wasted no time in bouncing up to the presents. She looked like a little girl who just learned that Santa IS real after all, probably because it was true.
"From Santa, to Jane" she read out loud from the label attached to the present sitting on the seat.
"Well, I guess we know who Santa picked as his stand-in", said Jane, smirking.
Indeed, as she opened the present bearing her name, she found a cute feminine Santa outfit, just her size.
"Time to get set up. I think there's changing rooms over there."
She walked toward a pair of doors, one with a ladies sign and the other with a sirs sign. Judith grabbed the present bearing her name, quickly ran to the door, but before entering she turned to her grumpy boyfriend and said "Cheer up ! I'm sure it will be fun ! And we don't know, maybe something good will happen when we come back !" She then vanished through the opening, closing the door behind herself, the sound of a lock being heard.
John glared at the remaining present, daring it to be what he thought it would be. He sighed. It was only a short, bad moment that'd pass quicker if they started earlier. He grabbed his present and made way to the men's changing room.
As he opened the present, the outfit inside was amazing him. Sure, it was every bit as girly as the other outfits he regularly was forced into, but this one was magical, and visibly so. Something about the nature of the fuzzy fur and golden bells gave it an otherworldly shine. It seemed to be drawn onto the world, at once less real and more real than anything around it. He was at a loss for word, until he finally noticed something.
"Aw, hell, no. Breast padding. Again."
An hour or so later, in the sky above the town. Our intrepid cross-dresser and his two female companions are whizzing through the air, John and Judith prancing in their reindeer outfits, pulling a sleigh that should not merely be too heavy for them to pull but also not fly through the sky like they were doing.
With every step they take, and under the gold runners of the sleigh, ephemeral snowflakes appeared, somehow providing them a hard enough support to run and slide.
John very carefully didn't look under his feet -or did they count as hooves with those boots ?- and asked "Could you remind me again why I agreed to this ?"
His sister answered. "Because I still have those pictures of you in that adorable pink nightie, with the adorable bow in your hair and those sexy panties you were wearing."
"Why did you even do that ? I did rescue you from those magical French maid dresses, didn't I ?"
"Oh come on, don't be such a grump", said his girlfriend, trotting in front of him. "We're flying through the sky ! We're helping Santa deliver his presents ! You should enjoy the moment ! I know I'm having the time of my life !"
"I must admit it COULD be fun. If, you know, I didn't have those silly fake boobs, or didn't wear that silly make up..." The crack of the whip his sister was holding made him glance behing him. "Or if my sister didn't see fit to unleash her inner dominatrix. Geez, where did you even find that whip ?"
"It was in the sleigh, besides the harnesses. Now shush. Go, Snowflake ! Go Princess !" She cracked her whip once more.
"Geez, can't I get a better reindeer name than Snowflake ?"
"What made you think you're Snowflake ? You're obviously Princess !"
And in the sky above that town, only the jingling of little bells, the crunch of snowflakes under reindeer hooves, the groans of Princess, and the chuckles of his girlfriend Snowflake and his sister Santa Jane could be heard.
Well, this was my Christmas commission for this year. Commissioned from the awesome and very patient
Tempestryder who I bothered with my detailed references for the outfits and strange requests during the art-making. I think the result was very nice, and will probably commission a follow-up. Stay tuned !
"Sooooo, brother ? Remember when you helped the club last year for the holiday charity drive ?" rang the voice of Jane, John's less-than-beloved sister.
"How could I ? You glued my suit to my body, and I had to show up to a party wearing bindings and heavy clothes to hide the suit. The chiming of the bell collar caused quite a few questions there."
"At least you got a girlfriend out of it", said Jane, nodding in the direction of Judith, who was chuckling to herself as she remembered how cute her now-boyfriend looked. "Look, well, we caught the eye of a bigwig who wants us to help him for Christmas. By us, I mean you two and me, of course."
"What about the half-dozen other members of the club ?"
"Oh, they weren't included in the offer."
"And who are we working for ?"
"Santa."
"Yeah, right. You know he's not real, right ?"
And then his sister grinned, of her shark-like smile from when she's about to force him in a new costume, and his girlfriend looked at him with bright, shiny puppy eyes, like how she does when she wants to see him in a girly costume, and John knew that something was about to go weird and that he'd wind up in a costume with breasts. Again.
On the day before Christmas, in a nondescript part of a nondescript town, near a nondescript warehouse, a trio of young adults were opening a door.
"Kind of... unremarkable, for being Santa's workshop, isn't it ?" Said John.
"Don't be silly, this isn't his workshop, merely one of his garages and warehouses."
"Right, because of course he's got a secret society of elves and assistants to stock them, right. This is getting sillier and sillier." said John, rolling his eyes.
Jane turned the nondescript key and opened the nondescript door, and the inside of the warehouse proved as nondescript as the rest of it, save for a few VERY unusual features.
A sleigh was sitting in the middle of the warehouse, red with gold runners and a yellow seat, with big, bulging sacks overflowing with presents in the back. On the seat, a big present was sitting, and two more presents were laying in front of it, on the floor.
All three were shocked by that vision, the twins with similar expressions of incredulity and Judith with an expression of glee.
John recovered the fastest, and turned toward his sister. "So I suppose two of us are going to be the reindeer and one will play Santa, right ? I call dibs on Santa."
Judith wasted no time in bouncing up to the presents. She looked like a little girl who just learned that Santa IS real after all, probably because it was true.
"From Santa, to Jane" she read out loud from the label attached to the present sitting on the seat.
"Well, I guess we know who Santa picked as his stand-in", said Jane, smirking.
Indeed, as she opened the present bearing her name, she found a cute feminine Santa outfit, just her size.
"Time to get set up. I think there's changing rooms over there."
She walked toward a pair of doors, one with a ladies sign and the other with a sirs sign. Judith grabbed the present bearing her name, quickly ran to the door, but before entering she turned to her grumpy boyfriend and said "Cheer up ! I'm sure it will be fun ! And we don't know, maybe something good will happen when we come back !" She then vanished through the opening, closing the door behind herself, the sound of a lock being heard.
John glared at the remaining present, daring it to be what he thought it would be. He sighed. It was only a short, bad moment that'd pass quicker if they started earlier. He grabbed his present and made way to the men's changing room.
As he opened the present, the outfit inside was amazing him. Sure, it was every bit as girly as the other outfits he regularly was forced into, but this one was magical, and visibly so. Something about the nature of the fuzzy fur and golden bells gave it an otherworldly shine. It seemed to be drawn onto the world, at once less real and more real than anything around it. He was at a loss for word, until he finally noticed something.
"Aw, hell, no. Breast padding. Again."
An hour or so later, in the sky above the town. Our intrepid cross-dresser and his two female companions are whizzing through the air, John and Judith prancing in their reindeer outfits, pulling a sleigh that should not merely be too heavy for them to pull but also not fly through the sky like they were doing.
With every step they take, and under the gold runners of the sleigh, ephemeral snowflakes appeared, somehow providing them a hard enough support to run and slide.
John very carefully didn't look under his feet -or did they count as hooves with those boots ?- and asked "Could you remind me again why I agreed to this ?"
His sister answered. "Because I still have those pictures of you in that adorable pink nightie, with the adorable bow in your hair and those sexy panties you were wearing."
"Why did you even do that ? I did rescue you from those magical French maid dresses, didn't I ?"
"Oh come on, don't be such a grump", said his girlfriend, trotting in front of him. "We're flying through the sky ! We're helping Santa deliver his presents ! You should enjoy the moment ! I know I'm having the time of my life !"
"I must admit it COULD be fun. If, you know, I didn't have those silly fake boobs, or didn't wear that silly make up..." The crack of the whip his sister was holding made him glance behing him. "Or if my sister didn't see fit to unleash her inner dominatrix. Geez, where did you even find that whip ?"
"It was in the sleigh, besides the harnesses. Now shush. Go, Snowflake ! Go Princess !" She cracked her whip once more.
"Geez, can't I get a better reindeer name than Snowflake ?"
"What made you think you're Snowflake ? You're obviously Princess !"
And in the sky above that town, only the jingling of little bells, the crunch of snowflakes under reindeer hooves, the groans of Princess, and the chuckles of his girlfriend Snowflake and his sister Santa Jane could be heard.
Well, this was my Christmas commission for this year. Commissioned from the awesome and very patient
Tempestryder who I bothered with my detailed references for the outfits and strange requests during the art-making. I think the result was very nice, and will probably commission a follow-up. Stay tuned !
Category Artwork (Digital) / Human
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File Size 604.1 kB
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