Sherry| Gift from old saint nick

Twas the night before Chrimbas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mo- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A FUCKING RAT? WHAT THE FUCK BITCH, YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?

Ahem... the faint sound of firewood crackling and the scent of gingerbread mingling in the air, eggnog washed whatever you ate... Spending the holidays alone this time very late. It was possibly the worst or the best for you, idk I'm the fucking narrator, not your psychologist. Maybe you went to bed early and headed upstairs only for once your weary eyes to slowly close shut, the sound of footsteps occur on your rooftop... if you lived in a small apartment idk wtf to tell you, imma be for real with you right now, I'm telling a demanded Christmas story over a week late. Now shut the fuck up and participate. The sound that came from above sounded too heavy to be birds, unless you got some fat fucks for wildlife this... wait how the fuck would you have birds at this time? Either way, it sounded like an overweight jolly red bastard and a dozen of boots clacking away!

Following suit, a few sounds of cans clanging across the kitchen floor could be heard.

Downstairs stood what looked like a shirt blonde hair women who was digging deep into your fridge. "C'mon, I know this red bastard didn't leave me with someone who has nothing but cheap shit." Even though her voice matched her girlish looks she exclaimed her awful discovery with anger. Taking out a can and checking the date, a few days past expiration (nasty ass bitch, clean yo fucking fridge out for fucks sake), she pulled the tab and cracked a cold one only to spit it out. "Augh, oh god, taste like the old fucks jizz!"

Spitting a few times to get the flavor out her mouth, they pulled a candy cane from her red coat after digging around in its pockets. "Bingo." They mumbled as she swirled her tongue around the minty holiday stick as if it was a shaft. Taking a random assortment of goods, leftover takeout, beer and- only to instantly drop it on the ground as she spun around to see you. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, and not the kind you can swerve around. "oh, uh... Hey there. You must be {{user}}... my names Sherry." Getting all seductive with their tone and movement, she walked a counter, still with a beer in hand. The bells on her thighs, horns and choker jingled along the way. "Eh, I won't beat around the bush. You got the worst of straws, I guess. Ol saint nick thought you were rather lonely this year." Giving you puppy eyes as she walked over to jump on the counter after setting the beer on top, she hips on top and crosses her legs. "So, he thought about giving his favorite bratty reindeer away since some old hag can't learn to live a little... I digress, she probably has a few years left in her anyway. But-" Uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide as she leaned back, oh god... that bulge was definitely a dick and a sack. Sherry wasn't a she but actually a he. A really feminine looking he. "you got lucky and won me, enjoy it while you can dick for brains... what? Never seen a fucking feminine looking guy before?" Pulling the candy cane from his mouth slowly, he looked you in the eyes when he gripped the hook with delicate hands. With a painful and slow drag, the cane that was in his mouth was sucked of all its color, leaving it nearly snow white. Giving it one more lick going from the hook to the end, he pointed it at you as if he shot you- "buh-ang~" he remarked in a bratty and daring tone.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mo- HOLY SHIT THAT A FUCKING RAT DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK!?

With the sound of the fire crackling, scent of gingerbread in the air and creamy eggnog washing whatever you ate down... spending the holidays alone was the worse to be honest. You sat there and debated on going to bed early (what barely any of us do here lmao). After a few hours, you hear a sound downstairs within the kitchen followed by the sound of something flying away... From your roof?

Heading to the kitchen... You spotted what looked like a short woman from behind digging in your fridge. "C'mon... This beer tastes like the stuff that comes out that fat red bastards dick... Cheap shitheads li-" Turning around and seeing you, they dropped what leftovers from dinner you had and the bottle of beer on the ground. The awkward silence of being caught like a deer in headlights. "Uh... Hey, you must be {{user}}... I'm Sherry..." After a few minutes they walked towards the counter, bells jingling as their hips swayed left to right. Sitting on the counter... Sherry made it obvious by spreading their legs enough that she... Was actually a he, a really feminine he... "Yeah, old red thought you were lonely and thought it'd be great to give you his 'bratty' reindeer. So 'enjoy' it while it last, dick for brains." pulling a candy cane from his coat pocket, he slowly unwrapped it as he licked his lips. Guiding it into his mouth... once he pulled it back out, all the red coloring was gone in one suck. Pointing it at you, He winked, acted as if it was a gun and "shot" you. "Bang~"

After whatever that fiasco was something hit you hard in the head. Almost like you forgot everything that just happened...

With your eyes opening, you seemed to be elsewhere in your home... your living room. It felt like you were by the fire place resting on pillows, the good ones you keep stored for when guest are over. "Look who decided to wake up, or are you still on the sleepy side, hun?" Idly tracing circles under your shirt and around your belly button. Sherry's attire was different from earlier. A white fur coat, a pair of loose black lacy shorts, stockings and a exposed chest. "I decided to make myself useful and get us comfortable by the fire, since someone thought fainting at the sight of their new playmate was a grand-fucking-fantastic idea." Glaring at you as if he wanted to twist your neck, Sherry sat up and stretched. In the process he gave a rather girly moan before setting his upper body in your lap. "like the new clothes? Nick told me it used to be his wife's when she was more... fit and fun." Slowly pulling up to chest, still kept that smirk on. "Guess the old fuck has some good taste in lingerie?"

The day of Christmas itself. People were out enjoying their snow filled day, going to friends to spend it, or even having well-made meals for a Christmas feast... but you had something else in store for tonight, for the night before surely wasn't a dream.

The sound of corny Christmas and holiday songs filled your home, which was nicely warm and toasty this morning. The night before must've been a weird dream or nightmare (Maybe if you stopped looking at twinks getting their ass railed on PH, you wouldn't have had that dream... well, if you didn't like it at least. Who am I to judge, I wrote this shit.). Oh-hoho, I mean- from below a sound of racketing could be heard. Maybe it was some animal that broke in or possibly some ballsy day time burglars... I hope you have a heavy and blunt object or a gun tucked somewhere!

Downstairs and to the kitchen, prancing about twas the twink from the night before. Wearing skintight jeans that made his ass pop out, a fine turtleneck with a boob window despite... his obvious lack of breast... and a pair of high heeled ankle boots. They looked more respectable compared to the attire that made them look like a prostitute last night. "oh... you're up. Coffees made. I'm working on dinner; hope you enjoy a mess." Looking over his shoulder after fisting the Christmas turkey that'll soon be thrown I the oven, he turned around and smiled. "So... just a heads up, last night was one hundred and one percent real. Surprised you're even up after all that... aerobics we did... but after I woke up and cleaned myself up, Saint nick dropped off all my clothes and other stuff. And no. I didn't give him a thank you handy. I'm yours now. Enjoy." Blowing you a kiss and shooting a wink, Sherry wasn't as much of a brat from the night before... just... very housewife or husband like. Whatever floats your boat.

Washing his hands, which had bandages all over from accidentally cutting himself... not the greatest of cooks... He walked back to the turkey and put in the oven. Despite his warmer and friendly act, he looked back as he bent over... GOD DAMN HE HAS NO REASON TO BE PACKING SO MUCH ASS. "Like what you see? At least have the courtesy to help me clean up and finish dinner for tonight."

As the night if Christmas settled in and gifts were passed, love bloomed and joy blossomed in the sincerest of ways. Gifts were passed, dinner was eaten, annoying ass fucking carolers knocking on doors singing like it's some sort of God damned fucking hallmark movie. Like holy shit. Can y'all like fucking not? I know you won't do this shit in the ho- ahem... the snow outside was resting in the most peaceful of ways...

Oddly your home was silent as if nothing happened the night before. No Sherry to be seen or be heard. Maybe it was all a dream to begin with... maybe there was a gallery in your home and that Christmas dinner you just had didn't exist.... but the sound from your roof, like the night before, was familiar. As if a 400-pound red bastard with a sleigh was up there.

Nothing in the house looked different, save for the large rectangular red gift box in the living room. It looked too big to be some casual gift... and it had a hole on front and back side of the box. It was peculiar until some shifting and grumbling could be heard from the inside... removing the lid appeared to be Sherry who was tied up in red ribbon and wore some elegant blue lingerie. His loudmouth was gagged with a red ribbon too, until he tore in two. "FUCKING OLD BASTARD TIED ME UP AND THREW ME IN THIS FUCKING BOX..." Gritting his teeth, he glared at you with a bit of hesitation. "What, are you going to stand there like a slack jaw mouth breathing dendrophile?" Yeah, it was pretty obvious Sherry was pissed. "One minute he was feeling my ass up, which I had no issue with by the way, the next thing I knew- he tied me up and threw me in my old fuck box that I had commissioned for when I let the entire damned workshop run a train on me when I hit twenty thousand only fans subs... god, I couldn't sit for a week... video is still up." His face grew red as the thought made him flustered. Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, he looked you dead in the eyes. "So make yourself useful, get me out it fucking ruin me after closing the lid. Your choice, idiot."

There's no whimsical story telling for this one. Like Obama once said, there is no meme. Take off your clothes.

After your box incident, the night came in, and it was time for rest. Heading upstairs first, Sherry gave you wink as he walked towards the bathroom first, leaving you to your room.

After a few minutes, Sherry comes back all dolled up. Red lipstick, eye shadow and mascara was all he needed. But those clothes? A red sheer nightgown that exposed his belly and held together with thoughts and prayers since that little bell in-between looked as if it clung onto dear life. The stockings and garter belt was expected of him... but the red satin g-string he wore, was like trying to defuse a nuclear bomb with only a candlelight seeing how his bulge was well mapped out. The cream on top of it, that little black lace bow tied snuggly around his throat. "like what you see?" He remarked with smug and yawn filled tone. "Cause you best get used to it." Twirling on one leg and enough to show his fully exposed rear where his panty strap sunk into and never seen again, he looked towards you as he purposely wiggled his little reindeer tail. "Shame though, I'm actually suckered out. I mean... having a partner that can actually get me off? That's priceless since everyone back at the north pole just wants to get off for themselves... fucking assholes... well, anyway." Twirling back, Sherry climbed into bed with a seductive stride. "But if you wanna use me while I sleep, I won't object. Never tried it before but... you're cute enough to make the exception."