title: Eight Little Tails of White
author: tim4or5
summary: Have you been a good little girl?
keywords: MF, mf, cons, magic, parody

This story contains sexually explicit material.
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Copyright 2007. All rights reserved.

Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this
story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is
close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant and scream
don't work.


Eight Little Tails of White

And even the houses that had chimneys mostly didn't have
fireplaces. The damn things lead straight to the furnace. Did
they expect me to go down the vent pipe and up through the
toilet? At least this house had windows and screens that opened,
and no latch or lock had ever stopped me! I had the thing open in
a twinkling and tossed in my bag. As I climbed over the sill I
saw a cute little three year old asleep on the carpet. They are
all cute at that age, at least when they're asleep. This one had
dark curly hair and thin cotton PJs with candy canes on them. She
was strategically positioned to keep an eye on the food. The
cookies were good (christmas trees with green sparkles) but by
midnight the milk was starting to turn, and anyway I'm lactose
intolerant. So it disappeared somewhere between the throat and
the stomach. Another trick of the trade. After I arranged the
shiny packages under the tree, I scooped up little Cindy Lou. As
I carried her down the hall, I could feel both cheeks of her cute
bum cradled in my hand and her head nestled against my chest. It
was one of the perks of the job, and something I appreciated
after being cooped up with nothing but elves and caribou for a
whole year. There is no Mrs. Claus. If you'll be a little patient
you'll see where that myth comes from. I tucked her in snug in
her bed and paused a moment before turning away. Then I climbed
back out the window and closed it after me. It usually made a god
awful racket when you opened or closed it, but not this time.

The windows didn't open at all on this place. It was an apartment
on the twenty second floor and the only fresh air came in through
a vent in the ceiling, if you could call that processed air
fresh. But that wasn't my problem. My problem was getting inside.
I hated riding in on the starlight that shone through the window,
so I went in through the front door and took the elevator. Nobody
can see me who doesn't believe in me, and no one who believes in
me is hanging around an apartment house lobby at midnight on
christmas eve. Yes it was still midnight. How do you think I can
cover my whole territory in one night? I got through all four
locks and the alarm system. This time it was a five year old with
a flash camera and she was awake, though just barely. She
screamed and set the thing off in my face. I saw spots. She
screamed again when she previewed the pictures and saw only walls
and furniture. Still no one heard. I said I was sorry but there
was no way she could get proof that I was real. It just didn't
work that way. You either believed or you didn't. She pouted, but
gave it up when I didn't fall for it. She helped me put the
presents under the tree, then grabbed my hand and dragged me over
under the mistletoe. She said I had to kiss her, that it still
counted even though the mistletoe was plastic. So I bent down and
she put her arms around my neck. When I stood up she put her legs
around my waist (I wasn't that fat when I didn't want to be), and
I put my arms under her sweet little bottom. I felt it squirming
around as she planted a big wet one on me. What she lacked in
skill she made up in enthusiasm, and gave a fair impersonation of
whomever it was she had been watching. I bent over and set her
down, and squeezed her one more time before I stood up and
grabbed my pack. Just before I closed the door, I turned back and
told her not to worry about the locks and alarm. I would take
care of them.

On this house all the windows had been painted shut, except the
ones in the bedrooms. I don't go in through kids' rooms, and I
wasn't going to interrupt the parents in the middle of what they
were doing. So I went in through the front door again. There was
an eight year old in a short flannel nightgown frowning at me.
She said she didn't believe in me. I said she did too. She said
she did not. I said if she didn't believe in me why was she
waiting up for me? And besides, only people who believed in me
could see me. She said it was a trick, her parents had gotten
someone to dress up. I said if her parents knew I was in here,
and knew she was out here, they wouldn't be in there doing what
it was obvious they were doing. She said that was true. She said
it wasn't fair, none of her friends believed in me and she didn't
want to either. I said what she believed was her own business,
and she could lie to her friends about it if she wanted to. It
didn't count as being bad, at least not in this case. Then I
asked her what she really wanted and why she was here. She turned
red and got all shy. I waited. She took a breath and said she
could hear her parents when they did that. They thought she was
asleep and they didn't make enough noise to wake her up, but she
wasn't and they did. She didn't mind, she sort of liked to listen
(she got redder), but she had never seen a boy's you know, not
even her brother's, and she wanted to. She was looking at the
floor but didn't back down. This was what she really wanted. When
she looked back up she didn't appear to notice that I had become
eight years old and my suit had shrunk to still fit me. (My beard
was gone but my damn pack was just as heavy.) I said okay, I'd
show her mine if she'd show me hers. She looked in my eyes and
nodded. I opened my coat and undid my pants. I was already red. I
let them drop. She lowered her eyes and stared. She took a couple
steps closer. She asked why it was so small. How could it work? I
said I had been working all night and was tired, and besides it
was cold out there in the wind in that open sleigh. Sometimes it
got bigger. Now it was her turn. She only hesitated a moment,
then pulled her panties down to her ankles and pulled up her
nightgown. She was proud. This was a defiance for her. This is
what she had wanted as much as the other. She stood tall and
lifted her nightgown a bit higher. She wasn't ashamed of who she
was no matter what anybody tried to tell her. Her slit was smooth
and hairless. Her belly and hips were nearly white, though her
legs were slightly brown. I asked her to turn around. She
shuffled around with her ankles held together by her underwear
and paused with her pretty white ass facing me. I felt a
stirring, but I really was tired and cold. I said okay, and she
shuffled the rest of the way around. After another minute I
reached for my pants, and she dropped her gown and reached for
her panties. There were a couple of gasps from her parent's room,
and then things quieted down in there. She turned and walked back
to her room without saying anything. I whispered happy christmas.

Here was a house with a real chimney. Okay, there was smoke
coming out of it, it was small and dangerously lined with soot,
and the flue was a narrow slit. Not a problem. There were some
burning embers. It's not like there were actual flames. And I
look good in soot. It sets off my fur. (No, it's not real fur.) I
came out of the fireplace as a skinny thirteen year old with a
pack I could barely lift. There was a thirteen year old girl in a
bright red frilly thing who was thin but definitely not skinny. I
could tell she wasn't wearing anything under it because it was
transparent enough to clearly see her breasts and nipples below
the top frill, and often her crotch and hips either above or
below the bottom frill depending on how she was leaning or
bouncing at the moment. I discovered I wasn't as tired and cold
as I thought. Having the hormones of a thirteen year old helped.
She stopped bouncing, put her hands on her hips, scowled, and
said well? I said I was sorry, I couldn't give her Jason for
christmas. Was there anything else she wanted, I asked
innocently. She looked me up and down, scowled deeper, and said
yes! With her eyes firmly fixed on my crotch, I couldn't very
well say I couldn't give her that either. Obviously, I could. To
avoid being dragged, I went over and sat on the couch. She sat
down and leaned against me. I put my arm around her and kissed
her. Some of the tension drained out of her, and she kissed me
back eagerly but not overly so. Our moist lips slid over each
other and I traced her upper lip with my tongue. Hers came out to
meet it. I slid my hand down the muscles of her back and caressed
her tasty white buttock. Her hand fumbled at my belt and I paused
to take off my clothes. She said to leave my red socks on so she
wouldn't feel overdressed. I sat back down and rubbed her ankle
with my foot while my fingers reached over her frills and through
her lacey pubic hair to rub the smoothness between her thighs.
She moaned into my mouth and parted her legs. My fingers found
the wetness inside her folds and dipped inside her. My thumb
rubbed her slippery clitoris while two fingers inside massaged
the sensitive spot behind it. Her breathing got faster and I felt
her body stiffen in an orgasm. I pulled up her frills and laid
her back on the couch. I climbed up between her legs and sucked
her nipple into my mouth while my hand kneaded her other breast.
Then I moved up farther and positioned my penis against her
vagina. I kissed her again as I slowly squished into her. I
paused and came out a little way, then pushed slowly until I was
all the way in. Her thrusts came up to meet mine and she ground
herself against me each time. She opened her mouth wide and
gasped with each thrust. Her solid breasts pressing into me were
still as she breathed from deep within her hips. Her breathing
got slower and deeper and then exploded, and she started chanting
give it to me, give it to me. I felt something moving deep inside
me, then did as she asked. She smiled and said thank you, it was
just what she'd always wanted.

This house had a recently cleaned and commodious chimney. The
andirons were rounded and sturdy, not pointy and sharp like some.
As I stepped over the ashes and onto the neatly swept hearth, I
saw a twenty one year old woman in a long flannel nightgown and
fuzzy slippers staring at the fireplace. Her eyes got wide when
she saw me and followed me as I walked toward the large brightly
lit tree, but she didn't say anything. When I turned back from
arranging the presents, she was standing naked under the
mistletoe on a fur rug holding a large chocolate chip cookie and
a frosty glass of milk. She looked like she was wearing a white
bathing suit, except for two large pink nipples and a dark tuft
at the bottom of her belly. Her legs and arms were only lightly
browned but looked much darker against the paleness of her torso.
She was still staring at me without smiling. I walked over and
just smiled a little when she handed me the cookie. I took a
large bite. It was warm and soft and the chips were still gooey.
The milk was lactose free. I watched her beautiful white ass
swing back and forth below her long brown hair when she walked
over to set the empty glass on the counter. She came back and ran
her hand down my long white beard and over the expanse of red
velvet that covered my belly. She looked at me and I laughed
softly so it would shake. Finally she smiled. She undid my wide
black belt, fingered the soft white fur of my jacket, and slid
her arms around me underneath. I enveloped her. I fingered her
back and ass as she pressed against me. We sank to the rug and I
lowered my pants. She was hot and wet and tight and smelled even
better than the cookie. I kissed her as I stroked in and out. A
door she couldn't see opened and a small boy stood there without
expression, one hand on the doorknob and the other clutching a
large teddy bear, while he watched mommy fucking Santa Claus
underneath the mistletoe. She was taking her time and really
enjoying herself while it continued to be midnight. Her breathing
sped up and slowed as she skimmed over orgasms. At last she
whispered come inside me, so the next time her breathing got fast
I pushed a little harder and grunted as I shot gobs of creamy
white goo deep into her warm recesses. The door closed silently.

Here I didn't even have to bother about the chimney. I just
slammed open the front door and yelled how come there aren't any
blacks in this honky outfit? I don't know what it meant but it
sounded good. I was a well built young woman with pale skin and
short black hair wearing a red leather lace up bustier and shiny
red silk panties and carrying the whip I used to drive my sleigh.
(I am the spirit of christmas. My gender is arbitrary. Thus the
Mrs. Claus thing.) A balding thirty four year old man who was
starting to turn paunchy was cowering on the sofa in a black tee
shirt and gray sweat pants. I cracked the whip a couple times for
effect and strode over to him in my black low heeled boots.
(Practical footwear showed I meant business.) I yelled why aren't
you naked, and he broke out in a sweat as he tripped over himself
getting out of his clothes. I stuck my ass in his face, bent
over, and yelled well? He peeled my panties down to my ankles,
and I stepped out of one side and spread my legs. He grabbed my
ass and started licking for all he was worth. His tongue danced
around by clitoris and slid up and down my slit to nearly my
asshole. It burrowed into my vagina as deep as it could and
sucked up what it could find there, which was starting to be
quite a bit. His hands pried my cheeks farther apart as he tried
to get deeper. His tongue fandangoed back to my clit and his lips
sucked it into his mouth. This was starting to feel good. I
wriggled my ass and he struggled to hold on. The scent of my sex
filled the room. I felt the sensation build up and burst, and he
lapped up everything that oozed out. I yelled stick it in me. As
soon as he jumped up and buried himself to the hilt I yelled
don't move. I felt the sweat dripping off him as he tried
desperately to obey, but even though his muscles remained rigid
his penis couldn't stop twitching inside me. I growled. I think
the sweat increased but the twitching didn't stop. I started
slowly massaging his penis with my internal muscles. The
twitching increased and his whole body started to vibrate. Then
he exploded inside me and collapsed on the floor in a heap. I
wanted to take him to bed and hold him, but already he was too
embarrassed to bear my presence. I had given him exactly what he
wanted, including his supposed failure, and he couldn't deal with
it. I covered him with a blanket and left the poor man there to
work things out for himself.

I walked in through the back door. It wasn't locked. She was a
fifty five year old woman who was still beautiful even with her
short gray hair and somewhat relaxed figure. I was several years
younger, since that was how she thought of herself even though
she knew it wasn't true. She smiled at me from the kitchen table
and stood up. We said happy yule. She walked over and got me a
plate of rice and beans and a cold glass of eggnog. (I am a
vegetarian. It often goes with being a saint.) She poured some
eggnog for herself and added a little something to it. We sat and
talked, as we did on the years she could find time during the
holidays. It had started out happening on christmas, then
switched to the solstice when her views changed. (I started and
finished my journey at midnight on christmas eve, but if anyone
celebrated on a different day it wasn't a problem. I didn't get
involved in politics.) I told her some of what had happened on my
journey so far, and she told me about her year. When I finished,
she took my hand and we walked to the bedroom. We got undressed
and cuddled for a few minutes. Then I lay back and, while I
admired her pale moon in three quarter phase, she took my
flagging penis in her mouth. Sometimes it was nice to receive.
She moved down to the base of the underside and, while cupping my
balls in one hand, licked and sucked her way back to the top. By
the time she got there I was erect. She stroked the shaft with
her free hand while she licked and swirled her tongue around the
tip. Then she gripped a bit tighter with both hands and fucked me
with her lips and tongue until I felt a stirring and filled her
mouth with cum. She swallowed everything she could get. Then I
flipped her over, crawled down to the bottom of the bed, and dove
right in. I sucked and tongued until she was bucking just as
wildly as she had more years ago than it is prudent to remember.
She screamed and jerked like no one else. I dressed, and she
padded to the back door with me in the altogether. We kissed on
the threshold under the mistletoe, and she closed and locked the
door after me.

I rode in through the bedroom window on the moonlight. It wasn't
quite as bad as starlight. She was surprised and said she hadn't
known I could do that. I walked over to the bed and said I had
done it for her. That pleased her. She was eighty nine years old
and had insisted on staying in the house even after everyone else
was gone. I was a little old man with a prayer shawl. She said
she had waited. I said I knew. She said she felt guilty for
celebrating christmas. All her friends had either stopped or
didn't invite her to their parties anymore out of respect. But
she had liked the presents with the blue paper and the songs
whose words held no meaning for her and the greenery about the
house. She still liked to celebrate, even if it was only lighting
a candle and watching Charlie Brown. She couldn't believe I was
evil. I said I was what people needed me to be. I was older than
christmas, older than her own people, older than the earth
itself, and as long as anyone needed me I wouldn't abandon him. I
disrobed and lifted the bedsheet. Her gown was open, and I could
see the fair beauty she had been. I climbed in next to her and
kissed her cheek. She shed a tear and said no one understood old
people. She rolled onto her side, and I provided my own
lubrication and slipped into her from behind. We lay joined like
that for a short eternity, sometimes gently moving, sometimes
not. It was midnight when I climbed out of bed and put my clothes
back on. I held her hand, and she said she was glad she had
waited. I said I knew and shed a tear. She said she hadn't known
immortals could do that. After a moment, I whispered I had
forgotten I could. Then I reached out and closed her eyes,
adjusted the bed clothes, and pushed her panic button so the EMTs
would find her.