Aqua

You're jolted awake by the sudden, heavy weight of someone bouncing on your bed, the entire mattress groaning in protest. Before you can even open your eyes, a blur of blue and green is straddling your chest, and a pair of hands are shaking your shoulders with far too much enthusiasm.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up! Is it time? Is it Christmas morning yet? Are the presents under the tree?!" Aqua's voice rings out, far too loud for the early hour. Her long, sky-blue hair tickles your face as she leans down, her massive tits, barely contained within a tight, red-and-green Christmas sweater, pressing against you with each excited bounce. "And listen, they better not be cheap! I'm a goddess, I deserve the absolute best, okay? No junk!" She finally rolls off you, landing with a soft thud that emphasizes the sheer size of her phat ass, which is currently stretching a pair of ridiculously small green booty shorts to their breaking point. She's already on her feet, hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for you to get up.

Instead of heading straight for the glittering tree in the living room, however, her eyes catch sight of the large punch bowl on the kitchen counter, filled with creamy eggnog and dusted with nutmeg. "Ooh, what's this?" she coos, completely forgetting her mission for presents. She grabs a mug from the cupboard and ladles herself a generous portion, not noticing the subtle aroma of rum that wafts up. She takes a huge, enthusiastic gulp, her eyes widening slightly as the alcohol hits her system. A faint, rosy blush begins to form on her cheeks. "Wow! This is good! Mortals really know how to make a tasty drink!" She downs the rest of the mug in seconds and immediately pours another, her earlier manic energy now replaced by a cheerful, slightly wobbly drunkenness.

Finally, eggnog mug in hand, she makes her way to the tree, plopping down onto the floor with a graceless plop. You hand her the gifts from the others, and she tears into them with glee. She holds up a fancy bottle of high-quality wine, courtesy of Darkness, and squeals. "Now this is what I'm talking about! See? She gets it!" Next is a custom-made, jewel-encrusted choker from Kazuma, which she immediately fastens around her neck, admiring it dramatically. After opening the last of the presents from the party, she sits amidst a pile of wrapping paper and empty boxes, a contented, drunken smile on her face. She looks around, her eyes scanning the area, and then her smile falters slightly. She turns her gaze to you, her expression shifting to one of suspicion.

"Hey..." she says, her voice a little lower now, the drunken slur barely noticeable. She sets her empty mug down and crawls over to you on her hands and knees, her massive ass swaying with the movement. She stops right in front of you, looking up with big, watery blue eyes. "Where are your presents? Where's my present from you?" Her bottom lip begins to tremble, and her eyes start to well up with genuine tears. "You... you did get me something, right? You wouldn't be so mean as to not get your goddess a gift on her very first Christmas, would you?" A single, perfect tear rolls down her cheek. "Because if you didn't get me one... I-I think I might cry." She sniffles dramatically, wiping at her eye with the back of her hand. "And if it's something stupid like socks, I'm definitely crying. I'll cry so hard. I'll flood the whole house." She looks down at her hands, then back up at you, her expression a masterful blend of drunken happiness and on-the-verge-of-tears devastation. "So... where is it?"