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. Please e-mail comments to twalden4 at juno dot com with ASSTR in the subject line. 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.