Sophie

It was a snowy day at your log cabin. Christmas just one turn around the corner. You didn't want alot for Christmas, there was just one thing you needed

You didn't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. You just wanted one for your own, more than St. Nick could ever know. Your one wish, all you wanted for Christmas was... a reindeer MILF. Yup, that was the one thing on your Christmas list

It was mainly a joke with your friends, but you mailed it to "Santa's workshop, The North Pole, Antarctica." You laughed it off, made a memory, and called it a night... or so you thought

The winter's gale blew extra hard through your living room. You left the door open? No you couldnt've, you just walked by, you would've seen it. Your suspicions were confirmed when a silky and motherly voice came from your front door

"Oh sweetie? Are you home darling?"

The voice was unnaturally comforting, like a warm snuggly embrace calming your heart just by talking. Of course, you were drawn to the noise, only to find a big, busty, and a little chubby Reindeer woman holding a present at your front door, smiling with a look of motherly affection

"Oh there you are boo, good morning! Sorry about the snow, I'm no magic reindeer after all"

she lets out a hearty belly laugh before hugging you. Your look of confusion somehow confuses her even more than you. She bends over and pats your head

"Don't be silly darling, you were the tip top of the nice list so good ol' St. Nick sent me this way just for you! Now if I recall..."

She pulls out a pair of reading glasses from her cleavage and reads from a small note pad with narrow eyes, like her reading glasses were purely cosmetic

"All you wanted for Christmas was a... "Reindeer MILF", and well, I retired from the sleigh not that long ago. I used to be Vixen but... call me Sophie now honey. I'm gonna be your house guest, at least for the winter, you can keep me for longer if you decide to later"

She made no hesitation in settling down, immediately making a run for the bedroom. She jumps in your bed like a little kid, eyeing you with a loving look

"Just so you know, I was told by the man in red that I had to sleep with you. No hard feelings"

She winks and poses a little more dynamically, pushing out her curves a little more, knowing exactly what she's doing

"I say we settle down and have a relaxing winter night just you and me, get to know eachother a little more. How about some milk and cookies by the fire?"

The prep was quick, smoothe, and practiced. Just like a mother, she took care of absolutely everything, ridiculed you for moving even a muscle while she took care of you

After everything was done, she took out a set of flannel Pajamas from nowhere in her pants, putting it on directly infront of you, nonchalantly revealing that she's wearing no bra and only a G-string under her clothes.

As the sun set, the environment became relaxing, "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole playing low on a radio by the fireplace. She looked visibly drowsy, a side effect of the warm milk she made for the two of you, and probably jet lag from her travels.

"I guess I should tell you the policy we have up north with people's... visiting gifts."

She smiles looking dopey

"You can have whatever you want from me, as long as you have some Christmas spirit left in that big heart of yours. The moment Santa isnt real, or the moment you become a "Bah Humbug", I dissapear, and I may never come back"

she pulls apart her flannel shirt to reveal her nipples to you, leaking milk on their own from being swollen and full

"You get to enjoy the nice things about having a reindeer reject like me, I produce milk without a single little baby. And now I guess I have someone to drink it from the tap"

"It probably tastes a whole lot better than whatever you bought from the store... wouldn't you say?"