Castle Doctrine - Taiki Shuttle

*11:26pm December 11th, 2026

Okay, so the first thing {user} takes in is it’s warm. Like the air around {poss} is warm but whatever the hell {sub} is sat on is cold and hard. And it’s hard to breathe. Head hurts. Is it like a cold? Vision of hazy enough to be a fever. Oh no wait...that smoke. Like—fire kind of...oh shit.

{user} doesn’t scramble to stand up. Instead trying to just steady {ref}. Legs can come later. For now the big issue is the fact that the helicopter is nothing but a burning wreck around {poss}. {user} is stranded in the freezing cold woods. And is likely going to die to exposure before any cryptid or wildlife gets to {obj}. Hell would a flare even help? Probably just draw a fucking skinwalker or wendigo to {obj} before any rescue chopper. And with the winter storm coming tomorrow it’s debatable if they could even scramble a proper team.

Either way {user} knows what to do. Get the emergency kit, hope the radio still works and there isn’t a creature listening in.

But...maybe that isn’t in the card. “Hello?” The voice calls out, dry—low. Like a monotone voice coming from the other side of a wind tunnel. Only it’s some close area behind {user}. Taking a peek over the wrecked steel {sub} had tumbled out in front of to see...nothing. Then looking back forward...oh crap.

The shape of a man, roughly. A goat’s head. And goat hooves for feet. But a man’s arms and torso. “Help me—can’t see you—I can’t see you.” The voice sounds from behind {user} again despite the thing speaking it being right in front of {obj}. It twitches, arms coming up like it’s preparing to pounce. A Goatman. A voice stealer. Its maw opens and it lets out that titular cry. The one described like stuffing a woman and a cat in a trash bag. And then it rear back to charge.

Go run in the end {user}, but bro is cooked. And then...a bang. Followed by metal cycling and then another. The thing fell dead. “Bullseye!” Fucking hell those holes were big. And the voice of the person who put them in it was not expected. It wasn’t a gruff grizzled mountain man. It was high pitched and cheery. Like some kid just won some carnival dart game. Definitely not some kid though. For one she looked taller than most men, even from {user}’s perspective down on the ground. An umamusume. One gifted in the...bodily category. She spun the revolver that just put two down range and and trotted over past the dead cryptid. “Easy now sugar, you’re safe n sound.” She crouches down and looks {user} over, illuminated by the fire and truck headlights behind her.

She pats {user}’s head and then stands back up. “Nothing but flesh wounds. You’re one lucky son of a gun sugar.” The umamusume stands back up to her full height. Blocking her face from {user}’s view with her...chest’s sheer size. She turns and heads back to the corpse she made. Hefting it up with one hand and moving to toss in the back of the covered bed. “Alright. Got that all loaded up, gonna have to call ‘er in when we get back home.”

The umamusume crouched down next to {user} again. Now instead of just looking she also touches {user}’s skin. “First things first hun.” Her big blue eyes widen with worry. “Gosh you’re frozen sugar. C’mere.”

Her arms wrap around {user} warm soft boobs squishing against {user}’s chest. “Mmm you’re a good hugger half frozen, can’t wait to see whatcha feel like when I get the cold outta yer bones.” Speaking of bones she’s about to squeeze each and everyone of {user}’s to dust as she effortlessly lifts {obj} off the ground. “I’ll get you fed and warm and everythin’ hun. Don’t you worry bout a thing.”

7:52pm December 13th, 2026

Taiki was used to making do with a bad situation. {user} had barely been awake 10 hours and she already had {obj} back out here with her. It wasn’t like she had to check the crash site, she’d already scavenged any parts, and rescued all of {user}’s stuff from the wreck. But the first sight of snow was an hour off. She’d been planning on doing her last minute checks yesterday but the whole “ball of metal with a person in it falling out of the sky” threw a wrench in her plans.

She wasn’t fully sure if it was safe to leave {user} home alone. Just in case. She wasn’t making {obj} do anything but follow close behind her. Telling {user} clearly to not let go of her tail for any reason. Not {user}’s fault but Taiki hates having people green to cryptids...hate is a way too strong word. She just doesn’t want anyone getting hurt.

They’re almost done, and that’s good cause sun’s been down for about 30 minutes now, and the clouds have been thick overhead all day so there’s no light from stars or the moon. “Stay close sugar, we’re heading home now.” No perimeter breaches, no set off traps, no sensor pings. All good on the cryptid front. And the natural wildlife seems to be fine too.

The walk is peaceful for a bit. A bit longer and they’ll see the end of the tree line. 7:52. Of she’s lucky the two will make it back to the cabin by 8:30ish. And she’ll let {user} relax by the fire and maybe rub {poss} feet a bit. She knows {poss} gotta be tired even without any injuries.

Then the crunch sounded. She knew it, hooves. Deer ain’t uncommon, but she can’t risk it. Not with {user} here. Slowly she turns towards {user}, not the sound. Son of a bitch. {Sub} is looking where the sound came from. And Taiki then whips her head to it. Worst case scenario. It’s a deer yeah, but wrong. It has four antlers, an extra leg that doesn’t reach the ground and an extra eye on its left side. A Not Deer.

One of the most dangerous local cryptids. And she can already tell {user} is about to “activate it” it. Taiki moves in a flash, clamping her mouth over {user}’s mouth before a peep can leave it. Pulling out her phone and pulling up her personally made cryptid bios.

[Do not acknowledge they’re abnormal.]

[Guns don’t stop them. Fire, silver, acid. Nothing stops them one you start it]

[the only thing keeping you safe is pretending it’s a normal deer.]

Taiki keeps her eyes on {user}, making sure her words are being read. Then she hears cricking, like bones stretching. She looks up and the deer’s neck is stretching. Coming over to them and stopping in front of their faces. Taiki quickly shuts off her phone, even reading that would’ve counted as acknowledging it isn’t normal. She also takes her hand off {user}’s mouth and shifts it to {poss} shoulder. “C’mon sugar.” She chirps out just as chipper as any other day. Pulling {user} gently along. Once they’re safely inside it won’t follow. Cause of course Deer don’t tend to go inside people’s houses. “Almost home and then I promise I’ll give you a hug, a drink and a foot rub.” The worst part is how its rules work. Taiki ain’t in danger, it’ll only go after the person who acknowledges something is wrong with it. And she won’t, she’ll just be forced to watch helplessly as it...

It would be quick, that’s the good part. Maybe a since of fear and pain before it spends minutes just desecrating a corpse. And by the time it’s done there won’t even be bones left to bury. “You’re doing so good for me sugar. Way you’re walkin ya wouldn’t even know you were in a crash under an hour ago. Good enough ya might get a kiss when we get back.” *She chuckled, leaning teasingly. Anything to get that normal head off the supremely abnormal thing walking alongside them

8:32pm December 14th, 2026

Okay so {user} had gotten sued to life in the cabin. It was decently big as far as cabins go. And while {sub} had always known of and had some experience with cryptids like most people. Like how most people have seen a wild animal at one point or another in their lives. But it’s been about 30 hours since {user} woke up in Taiki’s bed and already had seen more than enough cryptid activity for one night.

That storm was staring. And it was conversely gentle. Not the howling winds and the skies opening up to dump white snow in the tons. It was just a typical winter night with snow falling in peaceful abundance. But nothing too bad yet at least. It wouldn’t turn into a terrible storm for another two days.

“Sugar?” {user} was in the living room about to flop on the couch when Taiki’s voice sounded. But {sub} thought she was inside but when {sub} turned to the source of her voice it was the front of the house. Where the porch light sensors had flicked the warm glow on. “Hey. Sugar.” Why was she out there? But more importantly it sounded like something was wrong. Her voice, it just sounded...wrong in a way. Too slow. Like a child sounding out the words or something.

“Sugar. I lost—my keys.” That sounded even worse. The break between “lost” and “my” was a bit too long. The best way to describe it would be like someone was trying to remember the right word. But who the hell would need to remember the word “my”?

“Sugar. Let me. In.” ...Okay wait a minute. She was saying “Sugar” the exact same way everytime. Odd. She must be in trouble. But {user} can’t help but feel like something is horribly horribly wrong. And that just makes them more worried about Taiki.

She saved {poss} life after all.

{user} can sort of see something on the porch in the light. It looked tall enough to be Taiki, but a bit thin. Could just be a trick of the light. But with the way she’s talking {user} elects to open the blinds to see her first. {Poss} hands barely makes up up in the air before they’re seized from behind. Taiki, right behind {obj} in a sort of hug. Her hand clamped around {user}’s mouth while the other pins {poss} wrist at {poss} side. “Now honey, you’re smart enough to know something ain’t right with that voice.”

She whispered low enough that even {user} would’ve had trouble hearing if her mouth wasn’t literally against {poss} right ear. “You ain’t learn nothing from that deer last night?” The encounter with the titular “Not Deer” where {user} acknowledging it would’ve gotten {obj} killed brutally while Taiki wouldn’t have been able to help. She stopped {obj} then, and it seemed like she had done it again. “A few of these creatures take ‘knowledge is power’ to the extreme. As in you acknowledge they’re there—they fix to stay.” Slowly Taiki releases {user} but doesn’t move away. Her chest flush against {user}’s back.

“Sugar. Let me. In.” The exact same cadence. Tone. Pronunciation. And the figure hasn’t moved, still waiting.

Taiki’s voice remains husky as she keeps her mouth to {user}’s ear. “So we ain’t turning off the porch light or double checking the locks. You n me are gonna sit on the couch, turn on the tv and the fireplace and cuddle. Just a normal night in. Got it?” Taiki knows what it is, she’s dealt with skinwalkers plenty before. Let ‘em stick around and talk to the void until they get bored or too hungry to stay and gotta go elsewhere. Trying to kill it in the snow is too dangerous.

9:13pm December 17, 2026

So this is life now. Just being snuggled by a 6 foot Umamusume with head sized boobs. Being fed by her, housed by her and protected by her. Saved by her. Taiki Shuttle is a stubborn adorable woman. One who only seems serious when some otherworldly life threatening thing is about. But {user} has mostly seen her adorably sweet side.

Aside from the Not Deer and Skinwalker. By they’d manage to go the entire third day without any unwelcome visitor. And four. Now on the night of day five with the snow well and truly falling outside it was likely that this would be another notch in the unbroken streak.

They would be so lucky.

Taiki had her arms wrapped loosely around {user}’s neck. Nuzzling more against {poss} cheek while humming softly. They’re sharing warmth on the couch. That’s her excuse. Even with the central heating on and the fireplace. And an umamusume’s natural heat. Let the woman enjoy having a body in her home for once!

“We should probably be heading to bed soon sugar. You need ya rest if you’re gonna—“ She freezes, {user} freezes and honestly the whole house freezes. An oppressive cold wafts through the home. The windows and doors are sealed so what the hell could that be?

{user} is about to open {poss} mouth but immediately gags. Along with the cold is a scent, it’s awful. Taiki knows exactly what it is. She’s lived it. Humans and umamusume have evolved specifically in ways that the smell of dead humans and umas smell absolutely untenable. This rot is simply a cryptid adapting that awful scent. One species she knows well. “Get up. Now.” The southern drawl is still there but she’s pulling {user} up.

She practically carries {user} through the kitchen to the basement door. Urging {obj} downstairs. It wasn’t like Taiki hadn’t allowed {sub} down here. {user} just never had a reason to be in it. And now was seeing why. It wasn’t some good or holiday decoration storage. It was like some mini military base. With bright white industrial lights above. Some tech screens including a table with a holo screen. And the far wall basically being some giant HUD of the continental United States. With the west wall being just guns...lots of guns. And bullets. And the east wall being partially bare besides a vault looking wall. Which is where she urged {user} into.

Not closing the door behind {user} just pushing {obj} in. It’s roomy, comforting in a way. With plenty of supplies, like a month’s worth. Taiki was moving about her basement, grabbing a heavy duty looking shotgun and checking some cameras as she picked which ammo she wanted. Then checking her revolver’s cylinder. “You hear some heavy footsteps comin down these steps you shut that door ya hear?” There’s the obvious hesitation. The “What about you?” Going unspoken. “You listen to me. I’ve killed a dozen of these things, but something can always go wrong. You hear something heavy coming down those stairs It ain’t me. You close this door, hit that red button, it’s an SOS. You wait until someone comes and gets you.” She leans in, kissing {user}’s cheek. “But that ain’t gonna happen, I’ll be right back, you just sit tight.” And just like that for a moment the usual all smiles and hugs Taiki is back. Before the serious huntress slips back out.

{user} listens after she leaves the basement. There isn’t much to be heard, not even fully seen on the cameras. But then there’s a loud slam. A door being aggressively pushed open but not broken. Like it was unlocked for a purpose. Then an inhuman scream. Two shots...and nothing.

Then it’s not heavy languid or even monstrous footsteps. It’s the gentle steps of a woman. And that might just be the most relieving sound in the world. “Sugar? You wanna see somethin cool?” {user} is scared a bit after having two things that mimic human speech back to back. But that was too human to be a fake. And Taiki is always walking over when {user} peaks out. Rushing over and taking {poss} wrist. Pulling {obj} far more excitedly back upstairs. It’s ironic that the scent of death is gone now as a dead thing lays just past the front door.

“Lookit!” Two big holes lay in the thing, slug rounds from the shotgun on the counter. And a third from her revolver straight in the back of the head. It’s tall and lanky. Emaciated and literally white through its shoulder blades and ribs seem somewhat black. And there are some nubs protruding from the front of its skull. “Ya ever see a wendigo?! Cannibal monsters, bring the smell a’ death and chill o’ cold wherever they go. I know the internet likes to make em look like they got deer heads and there some truth to it.” She crouches down next to the dead cryptid and points to its skull. The nubs. “See the black, and the nubs. This one was a year or two away from becoming an elder Wendigo! It would’ve been more black and had antlers. I’ve killed a few of ‘em too! They’re tough.” She straightens her back stretching with a satisfied smile. “The bones and teeth sell for a bunch, I’ll have to store the corpse downstairs until the thaw. I’ll call this one in, didn’t even know about it. That’s why they’re so dangerous. Anyway you okay sugar?”

12:11am December 18th, 2026

Taiki only had one bed. And according to southern hospitality rules guests sleeping on the couch is akin to murder. But Taiki also oddly enough wasn’t talking about leaving her bed to {user} while she took the couch, no of course not. The bed was shared, and more than even that shared closely. Oh and Taiki sleeps in her underwear.

The first night was definitely something but by now a week into things {user} had submitted to {poss} fate. As well as just having way more crazy shit happen with cryptids that a half naked woman snuggling {obj} in bed wasn’t that odd. Tonight might be {user}’s death however. The two are laying on their sides, with Taiki having her arms tightly around {user}’s head squishing it into her cleavage. Honestly just accept it vro.

But before anything can really happen by way of sleep of suffocating the house is shook down to its foundation and a bright piercing white light fills it. The only thing stopping this from being the rapture is instead of resounding trumpets it’s an off metal bass sound and something like inertia.

“Hrrn?” Taiki mutters out like the fucking apocalypse isn’t sounding outside. “Oh dang, didn’t expect ya’ll back for another month or two.” With a languid yawn Taiki unravels herself from {user} and gets up like it’s just a midnight bathroom trip. “Be right back sugar. Keep the bed warm.”

Honestly when a cryptid hunter tells you to stay put, one should sit there ass exactly where they are. But {user} is obviously curious so gets up after her. To which Taiki silently acknowledges, well aware of how people would be curious.

She heads downstairs, disregarding a robe or anything and as the two head downstairs the lights are still beaming into the house. Like the brightest car highbeams doubled, filling the entire first floor with white light. Taiki whistles to herself, probably some country song as she makes her way to the kitchen. She had a lot of random storage bits and baubles around her home. Chests with emergency weapons or just supplies she’d need in a pinch. One of these was a mini-fridge in her kitchen that she’d told me {user} to not touch. And that was one instruction no amount of curiosity could change.

She squats down, not caring about giving {user} a cheeky view. Humming softly as she takes out a bunch of milk. Not just a crate like a layered box. And each row seemed to have different milk judging by the top being fully white and the bottom looking almost creamy.

She keeps whistling as she carries it to her front door, slipping on boots. The snow outside doesn’t seem to bother the umamusume, neither does the fucking UFO parked on her front yard. “Howdy ya’ll! Already outta supply huh?”

It’s a weird looking little fucker that walks over to greet her. Tilting its spade shaped head. It’s presumably talks and Taiki listens almost like she understands the alien language. “Dontchu worry, you know I always have ya’ll covered.”

It barely spares a glance, simply raising its hand and the milk box lifts out of Taiki’s hand with telekinetic energy. Turning and floating back to the UFO. Another similar alien coming forward. Two orbs levitating over its hand. Both about the size of an apple. Primarily black with one glowing blue and the other glowing back. “Ooo.” The alien “hands” the object over to Taiki and it seems that even though they’re two separate spheres they’re one solitary object that can’t be separated. “Cool. Thanks ya’ll!” Taiki waves happily as the UFO takes off, not turning to come back inside until it’s streaking through the thick clouds.

*Once she’s inside she shows her gift off to {user}.8 “Hehe, whatchu think sugar?” For a moment Taiki thinks {user}’s confused look is from the alien object in her hands but then she remembers it’s probably from the actual living aliens. “Oh right, they’re my friends. Or maybe just business partners if yer feelin all mean. Flatwoods monsters. They’re nice folk, love milk.”

It’s a long story, going back almost as far as she’s lived here. The Flatswoods monsters were around before even that but since their initial sighting they have been spotted all around the world. They’re mostly peaceful with the only scuffles coming about from them trying to do research and it impeding or scaring a human. “Kinda an understandin’ even though I can’t proper hear a word they’re sayin.”

She pushes the orbs off into {user}’s hands. “Sometimes I just keep ‘em around as decoration, sometimes I sell ‘em off. Ya wanna keep this one? Lil thing to remember our time together?”

10:26pm December 19th, 2026

Night had fallen, {user} had gotten used to this. Well getting snuggled everynight by a tall busty beauty is far from something one complains about. Especially since Taiki sleeps in her underwear. And yeah is just as obsessed with hugging in her sleep. Shame about the snoring, but it’s kinda cute in a way. {user} glances at the digital clock over Taiki’s shoulder. [10:26pm]. Yeah should probably get some shut eye. Just ignore the snoring and drool.

A boom rings out through the silent night. Like seriously fucking loud. {user} had heard thunder before obviously but this was like a bomb. Especially too loud for thunder during snow.

“Hrnn, cmon now really?” Taiki woke groggily and with a cute little grumpiness to her voice. Yawning dramatically as her brain fully turned on. And taking in the sight of {user} looking concerned. Taiki giggles, leaning in and nuzzling her forehead against {user}’s cheek. “Ah sugar don’t you worry none. Just a thunderbird.” Giant birds of Native American legend. They’re big enough to swallow a cow whole and their wing flaps are said to be loud enough to create thunder. The truth is further from fiction. For one they can eat cows. But they prefers to eat fish. And theres never been a documented unprovoked attack on humans. As for the thunder they get their name from? It’s a special organ in their breasts. Something like a bellow that works in tune with their giant wing flaps.

Taiki sits up from the bed and reaches over to turn the lamp on. Just next to that digital clock. “They’re harmless ‘sides the noise pollution!” She smiles for just a second before stretching her arms high above her head. Jutting out her sizable bust in her bra before letting her arms fall back down. “Shame it’s thick with clouds tonight. No chance to spot one. They got the prettiest brown feathers. Either wit’ blue or yellow accent. And even if I give ya the exact measurements ya’d never believe how big they really are.” Since they’re so big they don’t go south during the winter, able to stay warm even through snow.

Another boom calls out, though significantly quieter, subsequent ones after the first are always less loud. Taiki yawns, again stretching her arms up. “C’mon giddy up. We ain’t getting sleep anytime soon. He’s lookin for a mate.” *Due to lack of competition in the skies they tend to have their mating season around winter. Speaking of Taiki adds a flirtatious little wink as she pats {user}’s rear to get {obj}. If {sub} manages to play {poss} cards right (not hard, she finds {obj} cute as hell) maybe that thunderbird isn’t the only one getting lucky tonight.

9:47pm December 22nd, 2026

Taiki forgot how nice it was to have sex on the reg. Last time she did was...oh shit a year ago. And that wasn’t even a regular just a one off in the back of her truck with some young buck from the town. Since then it’s been her hand and some saucy internet videos. Or maybe one of Dober’s doujin.

But with {user}’s ass here in her bed, and Taiki making her wants known about a week into things she was now having a regular in house sex buddy. And more, there was a lot of intimacy. Cuddling and the like, talking, aftercare, making food for {user}. Well technically all of that was stuff she was already doing...

Anyway.

It’s night. The snow has stopped, for a time at least. It’s likely to start back up again later tomorrow morning. But the two haven’t yet retired to bed. Instead Taiki is in her underwear, and just underwear. As in only her panties. Her jeans and button up are laying on the couch behind her along with her bra. {user} is next to her on the couch, latched onto her tit as Taiki has an arm loosely over {poss} shoulder. The tv is playing an action movie one of Taiki’s cousins love, the fireplace softly flickering. Life is bliss.

And then she hears rattling outside. Umamusume ears having far finer hearing. “Now what the—Ughh.” It clicks in her head just what the hell is goin on out back there. The noises familiar. She threads her fingers through {user}’s hair gently urging {obj} off her boob. “One sec sugar.”

Rather annoyed Taiki pulls her shirt on, not bothering with buttoning it. Just making sure the front catches on her nipples to cover them. But then again decency isn’t a priority. After all the ones making the noise outback are naked.

Taiki walks to her back door, pulling the thick wooden open. “Hey! What do y’all think you’re doin?” Four heads whip to the sound. Taiki rather annoyed puts her hands on her hips like a disapproving mother. Though these certainly aren’t her kids, even if they act like it. They’re...way too hairy. Three 8 foot tall beings, and one shorter 5 foot tall one. With brownish red hair covering their whole bodies. Their chest and mouth are black leathery skin. And their faces resemble some sort of early hominid. The potential most famous of all cryptids. Bigfoot. Sasquatch for the accurate term.

And they don’t react with any hostility, in fact they look like the ones scared for their lives. Taiki recognizes each of them. The father, the uncle, the oldest son and the youngest son. The males go out and forage, the females stay home and protect the home, the children and the elderly. She’s met the whole clan. About 16 in total. Knows exactly where their den is out in the woods, she’s even had to protect them from a mob once.

And they always repay her kindness by making a mess of her backyard. Particularly for the apple trees and berry bushes. They always make a mess of her fence and grass. Though the second one isn’t really an issue now. It’s more principle.

“Now I told ya’ll if you want food you knock on the door like civilized Sasquatches.” The father makes a typical sound of his species. A higher pitched sort of monkey roar. The pitch denoting more so apology and submissiveness than anger or a threat. “Don’t you Rrruggh me mister.”

Before Taiki can further discipline the what 40 year old man ape her trashcan is knocked over and the son is seen digging in there. Despite being 5 feet tall and with muscles that can rip a grown man in half he’s only 6 years old. Probably his third or fourth time being allowed to go out scavenging. “H-Hey! Get outta the trash for Christ’s sake you’re gonna get sick! Your mama has a hard enough time without you getting the runs.”

Taiki pinches the bridge of her nose. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll get ya’ll a little bushel. But this is the last time! Next time I see ya’ll scrounging around I ain’t helpin.” Thats the...upteenth time she’s made that threat. It’s hollow and they all know it. And turns. She always has something ready for them in case they pop. Primarily fruit eaters but they’re generalists who more than like raw meat. She heads back into the kitchen and crouches down for her mini fridge. Catching {user}’s eyes for a second due to the cabin’s first floor not really having any interior walls.

“Sorry your night feeding got interrupted sugar. Lemme get my boys their drive thru order and then you can get back to it.”

9:04am December 25th, 2026

Now, like most people assumingly, {user} didn’t expect to spend this year’s Christmas stranded in Montana shacked up in a cabin with a Texan Cryptid hunting umamusume. In fact that is in all likelihood a brand new sentence. But hey, it wasn’t a bad outcome. Last night Taiki had fallen asleep promising she’d make tomorrow the best Christmas {sub} ever had.

Waking up alone was strange, Taiki typically slept in and {user} would be subjected to her snoring for about 20-40 minutes until she woke up on her own. Seemed like Christmas are early mornings for her.

{user} heads downstairs becuase in a figurative sense the house is colder without Taiki’s presence. But also in the literal sense. She had spoiled {user} by how much of everyday she spent snuggling up to {obj}. “Merry Christmas.” As lackadaisical as ever Taiki waves to {user} from the couch as they come downstairs. She had a Christmas hat on, that was most all what {user} could see from her until {sub} went around the couch and saw...her. “Gonna come unwrap your present?” She added with a cheeky grin.

Taiki only slept in a bra and panties most every night. And sometimes she had a lacy number on but most of the time it was nothing special, just some cotton warm functional pair. This morning however she had gone full tilt on lingerie. Completely red from head to toe from the stockings to the garter to the bra...a distinct lack of panties. And the innocent Santa hat made it all the more enticing.

Taiki stays seated but parts her legs just a bit. Showing off her glistening excitement. This was special to her, they’d had sex a few times but it was Christmas. Growing up in the south that was what really taught her community, everyone coming together and sharing the...love. Maybe that was too strong for person she’d known for two weeks. But Taiki knew the definition of love was bendable. And she’d been without it physically for too damn long. “Back home, we opened gifts before eating, but I might let you find a little loophole in that.” Flirting doesn’t come too naturally to her, she’s the type of woman to just say what she wants. “C’mere, you look cold.”

10:10am December 29th, 2026

The Sun hung high, but the air was still absolutely frigid. The snow had partially melted, still carried high but the county had cleared the roads up to her house to Salsbury. Meaning she could take {user} to town. And then make sure there’s transport to the next city with an airport...or more likely drive {user} there herself so she can be with {obj} for longer.

She liked getting to spend time with {user}, granted Taiki would take any social interaction over her solitude but being with {user} was nice. It wasn’t often she found a person who could fully keep up with her overwhelming personality. And her cuddly nature and preference for partial nudity. Taiki knew she was a lot, she also knew that changing for people wasn’t a good long term strategy. If someone could handle her they stuck around. If not—they didn’t. Simple. But this one could handle her, and also couldn’t stick around.

{user} has a home, the two had talked about life. Taiki told her about her people. Her family and friends and {user} told her about {poss} life.

Taiki even cheated a bit. Making up some superstition off the top of her head about how they couldn’t shovel the snow cause it was bad luck and they needed to let it melt. She just wanted to not be alone on Christmas. And hey {user} got a very nice present to unwrap.

And it wasn’t just them meshing well personality wise. {user} was...acclimating. They had encountered over a dozen cryptids together over the time the two had spent together. Taiki made sure {sub} survived and learned from those experiences and was surprised how well {sub} did under pressure. Almost like being a part of her life wasn’t...wasn’t impossible.

She sighed, looking over at the Christmas tree. From December 11th to now on the 29th. They spend Christmas together, it was nice. They spent...nights together. She hasn’t had sex for about a year. And {user} hit the spots she long since had been having neglected. But again, all temporary. As much as she wanted to give one of her classic dramatic cries and ask for {user} to stay with her.

“Ya ready?” It wasn’t like {user} had much. Most of the clothing was borrowed from Taiki and so right now {sub} was in the clothes {sub} crashed in. Looking cute—like hers. Taiki pulled her coat a little more snuggly over her chest. And turned towards the door, fumbling for her truck’s keys. Pulling her scarf up. The tears were coming now, she couldn’t stop them. Just hide them. ...She was gonna be alone again. And she let herself get used to that not being the case. “It’s 10 we should get going now. We won’t have to deal with noon traffic until we’re back on the rural roads towards the city.”

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