Miranda Fox: A Christmas Pop-Song
MIRANDA FOX: A CHRISTMAS POP-SONG
Hi everyone! Merry Christmas! How do you like my new dress? I just couldn't resist the familiar look of fancy red trimmings and pretty green undergarments! Oh my god, that guy there is so hot, I just wanna keep him as a bed comforter! If only I were kidnapped somewhere, then I could call for him to save me, then we can make love! Half-erotic, half-sweet love!
No, I wasn't faking that. You're probably wondering "What the **** happened? Why aren't you in your usual snarky mood associated with your stories? When have you been so into guys? Why are you wearing dresses? Why are you using exclamation marks?" Well, I've had some things happen to me... But it was all for the better this time.
It all started on a lovely cool...! Wait... *Takes a mask with Miranda's "sour face", and pastes it on her own* It started on a damn cold day in December. I had just finished the preparations for my guest appearance on a Double Z production. All the guys were just giving the old "Bulged-Eyes-And-Elongated-Tongues-With-A-Steadfast-Lump-In-Their-Pants" look as I stepped on the marble floor in my boss' mansion. To be fair, I was wearing yet another girly-yet-sexy outfit, with my hair tied into a bun, my torso trapped by the second-tightest leotard, my toes cramped into a set of ballet slippers, and a cotton tutu secured on my hips, all in the brightest pink. "Lights, camera, action!" Was all it took for my admirers to pounce on me. The next thing I knew, I had all my garments stripped off, and my polecat husband, Slick, invading my vagina, my anus stuffed with a male rat about my size, the dongs of a slightly-obese polar bear and a skinny, yellow-eyed, scruffy, chipped-eared wolf in each hand, and that of a raccoon in my gullet. In any other circumstance, I'd snap "I want out!" In a heartbeat, but, because of my disrespectful behavior in the past, ruining the chances of me getting a different job (See here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1186218 ), I had to just accept these cheap co-stars, and their odor, fleas, and cartoony ugly-cute appearances. Right when I thought it couldn't be any more humiliating... "HAYLO! MEESA SO SMILEN' TO SEEIN' YOUSSA!"
Don't ask...
So, after about 20 days of having my womb and intestines filled with the seeds of rats, weasels, and... CGI alien comic-relief, I headed upstairs, before being interrupted by Slick. "So, tomorrow's Christmas, right?" "Yeah, I ain't gettin' you that 'Puberty For Girls' book." "I know, I know! I was just gonna give you THIS." The polecat then held up a rectangular object trapped in green-and-red paper. "Lemme guess... It's that tape you took of me performing ballet in that sugarplum-fairy dress, then stripping it off and continuing my retarded dance before drinking your semen, all while under the influence of your homemade beer." "No, it's..." "A tape of me posing as a princess being rescued by 'Prince Charming' himself, and screwing in the lake, while under the possession of that mind-control device from the future we still have." "No, it ain't that either." "A copy of my performance in that Double Z Studios film with the typical 'Schoolgirl screws with her professor to get extra credit' scenario?" "Nope. It's..." "No. I'm not taking your shit." "Not even after you've gotten a job in this marble-built house, with the most well-made food, the most comfortable beds..." "And the most perverted guy I've ever slept with? Nope." "Alright, I admit. I'm not the #1 choice for 'Boyfriend of the Year', or month, or week... But..." "No buts! You were right, there!" "C'mon, I'm trying to contribute to the most special time of the year, and..." "And you can just suck it!" "I... Fine. Go to bed. Reject the guy who helped you out of unemployment. Hope you sleep well." "Oh, I will..."
I had just finished tucking in my weasel/fox kit, and I was starting to change into my frilly pink nightgown. I looked at my hung-up photos on the wall portraying my own self posing with Slick against a variety of locations. There was the one with me dressed as a french maid, before the Eiffel Tower, while the polecat was lifting, and looking, up my skirt, the one with me in my pinkest one-piece swimsuit, or at least, what was left of it, riding down the tallest water slide at Schlitterbahn where Slick had caught the lower half of my garment, while covering my crotch, the one with me in a Jessica-Rabbit-esque dress, standing over an air-vent, where my skirt was blown up, revealing my panty-less bum, and the one at Disneyland where I was dressed as Slave Leia in the newest attraction, "Disney Princesses Gone Wild!", where Slick could be seen peeking from underneath the skirt of Alice. I cringed at each photo, before eventually settling myself into bed. At that moment, I heard a series of silent footsteps. I initially thought they must have been one of my associates heading for their own quarters, until I recalled how much louder they were in comparison to this case. These steps didn't even sound like they were wearing shoes. I was pondering if it was my bosses preparing for their daily screwing, when the locks and latches of my door, yep, I've got a ton of them, were rapidly undone, and the door was slammed open, revealing a vixen, somewhat older than me, yet nearly identical, with a few exceptions. For one, her hair was in a bun, for another, she was in the nude and had significantly larger breasts than me, not enormous, but still bigger than mine, and finally, her entire body was grey/blueish, her appendages were bonier than Slick's, her face was missing an eyeball, a piece of cheek-skin, and a nose, and an assortment of insects were seen travelling throughout her organs, both internal and external. This sight unexpectedly looked familiar, though the bony arms and legs suggested otherwise. Before you nitpick, yes, of course I was frightened literally out of my undies, and my few other clothes as well, seeing this ugly-cute canine in my room. "Who.... Who are you?" "Oh, just the cutest lil' fox princess in...! Sorry... *Clears throat* The question is, who WAS I? In life, I was your older sister, Alexandra..." The vixen replied in a spectral tone. "Really? Where's yer pretty dre..." "Lost it when I randomly fell off a cliff. Speaking of which, you weren't there, were you?" "Wha...? Of course I was!" "Yeah, right. If you WERE there, I wouldn't be looking like this." "Please don't kill me! I was tryin' out for the Soccer team that day!" "So, why are you here?" "Well, I... I, um..." "Maybe these words will ring a bell: Summer, lone camp-out, getaway from your own sister, wild animal run-in, wedgie, horny french skunk, cursing before his nephew, calling me worse than the worst place on Earth." "First of all, it's called North Korea. You see that name at least once in every newspaper now. Second, YOU started it!" "How?" "You forced me into those gay misha..." "Don't use such a discriminating word, young lady!" "I'm not..." "You're sixteen. 18's the magic number." "Whatever. YOU were the one who got me into all those past comedic, fanservicey misadventures!" "By doing what? Did I give you that wedgie? Did I provoke those animals to attack you? Did I tell you to swear at that kid?" "........ No..... But, you did give me all those..." "*Tsk Tsk Tsk* You have so much to learn... You will be visited by three ghosts. And none of them are 100% friendly." "Alright, I see where this is going..." "Expect the first by tomorrow at Midnight." "Come on, just send all three here. We can screw and make up..." "And the other two will arrive at the same time for the next two nights. Heed their advice, or you'll spend the last moment of your life dangling by your panties over your grave..." At that moment, the spiritual vixen suddenly soared right under my gown, and into my tunnel, awakening me. I frantically gazed at my door, where the latches and locks were as secure as they originally were. "What a broad..." Was the last thing in my mind before dozing off.
"Ugh... Slick, turn off the li..." I ceased my first sentence in 5 hours at the sight of a literally glowing doe with a pair of just-right breasts, glimmering green eyes, and a petite tail between her butt-cheeks. "I'm the Ghost of..." "Lemme guess... You're the Ghost Of Christmas Past?" "Uh, no. I'm the Ghost of YOUR Past. Why else would I exist? Do you see anyone else in this town with a passionate hatred for Christmas?" "I love Christmas!" "Then why'd you treat a mustelid by the name of Slickly Devoid like every other day of the year?" "'Cause I always have to put up with his attraction to me!" "Then why are you living with him?" "Hey, YOU'RE the Ghost of... MY Past. Why don't YOU tell ME?" "Very well..." Was all I heard of the heavenly vocals of this cervine spirit, before she flew right into my vagina. Before I knew it, I found myself standing out of my bed, stripping my nightgown off, flinging it over my head and then across the room, doing the same with my panties, and doing a ballet dance afterwards all at a speed faster than the Road Runner. As this happened, I noticed everything, my posters, my wallpaper, everything that had to do with sci-fi, horror, and fantasy, melting away (again, literally) until the whole room was colored entirely in pink, and decorated with flowers, hearts, and posters of dated boy-bands with kiss-marks.
We both then stood there, about four minutes or so, with only the air-conditioner providing any noise. ".... Cu...?" SLAM! "OH NO! SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE TICKLE DRAGON!" A young vixen, about 6 or 7, unexpectedly burst the door open in a bright pink gown, racing away from another vixen, nearly two years older than her, with the mask of a medieval dragon planted on her face. "ISN'T THERE ANYONE WHO CAN SAVE PRINCESS MIRANDA?!" "That was me?" Was all I could groan at this sight. "FEAR NOT, MILADY! I AM SIR RINNY, HERE TO STOP THIS BEAST!" A male raccoon around (past) Miranda's age then popped up wearing a knight costume, and holding a plastic sword. "I DON'T THINK SO!" The older vixen declared in a faux-raspy voice, before blowing fire (and when I say "fire", I mean "breath right after eating a grilled cheese sandwich"). "UH-OH! I'LL SAVE YOU SIR RINNY! THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR..." The younger vixen then zipped into a nearby closet, before emerging 2 minutes later in a rather-unconventional-for-6/7-year-olds costume. "... SAILOR MIRANDA!" "NO! PLEASE, NO! NOT SAILOR MIRANDA!" The older vixen responded, before cowering in the corner. "YES, SAILOR MIRANDA! MOON CRYSTAL POWER!" Miranda then waved her fingers at her older sister, who then proceeded to collapse while groaning like a sloth in the bathroom after consuming an entire chili taco. "Thank you, dear Miranda, for saving my life!" Responded Rinny. "Why, it was YOU who saved MINE!" Replied the vixen cub, before exchanging pecks on the cheek with her raccoon playmate. I'll admit, seeing myself in such an innocent, "pwecious" moment with my childhood friend made my fur soften up a bit. "Alright! Nothin' to see 'ere folks!" Was all I suddenly announced, as the scene then faded away. "Sorry all you ped..." I stopped at the sight of two sneakers, two socks, a shirt, a skirt, and a pair of frilly pink panties being tossed aside. I looked back to observe a slightly-older alteration of myself dancing in the nude, who was then chased by Alexandra, also with nothing but her fur. The two vixens ceased the race as they lept onto a bed, and began chortling their loudest as they tickled each other. "He-he... I always remember engaging in tickle wars with Alexandra..." I chuckled at the continuous conflict between itching fingers. "What happened then?" "Two words..." The Ghost of My Past suddenly emerged from my crotch, before snapping her fingers. "Science. Fiction."
The next thing I knew, I noticed the canine princess-wannabe herself rapping at the door of my former room, before being answered by a half-sized cub with a familiar green mask on her head. "I'm Boba Fett! PEW-PEW-PEW! Now to take you to the Carbonite Chamber!" "Three years later..." Announced the ghostly doe.
HEY THAT'S MY GIG!
I noticed Alexandra, now with a college hat on her head at the door again. "Miranda?" "Come in." I was escorted in the room with the Ghost, before observing a pre-teen version of myself lying on my couch-bed, wearing only a yellow t-shirt with live-action photos of kittens decorated, and a pair of violet panties with a single pink heart decorated, and feasting on a handful of cheetos. "My Graduation Ceremony is tomorrow night! Isn't that wonderful?" "Yep. No more living with THESE anymore..." My thirteen-year-old self then tore off the slumber garments, and threw them in Alexandra's face. "Well, Mom was wondering if you had time to..." "Nope. Got homework to finish and tests to study for." I... I mean... I replied with orange mush in my mouth. "What homework and tests?" "........ The effects of coming face-to-face with a xenomorph egg. As well as the history of the Galactic Civil War..." "Come on! I'm gonna be off for my dream university in three months!" "So effing what?" My eyebrows then lowered at that remark. "I'll show YOU a Galactic Civ..." I then lunged at my younger self, only to collapse right through her. "You thought you could just change the past, just 'cause we're revisiting it?" The Ghost sarcastically demanded. "Looks like you REALLY studied for those tests..." I cringed at that statement. ".... Fine... See you at the next family reunion..." Was all Alexandra replied, before slamming the door on her way out. My heart then felt like an anchor as I saw my sister run off in tears. "Ghost!" "I prefer the term 'spirit'." "Spirit! How could you just let this happen?" "Why wouldn't I? I'm just a home-movie tape of your life..." "No! I'm not letting that brat get away with her behavior!" I then raced at the doe, my seldom-seen claws released, and pounced, only to find myself crashing onto the waxed floor of my room, back in my nightgown, with the sound of infantile shrieks filling the air. "You OK, Miranda?" My weasel partner immediately burst into the room, where he noticed me in a... Suggestive pose, what with my head and palms on the floor, and my soles, tail, and rear-end sticking up. ".... Bad dream..." Was all I could respond with. "Oh. How 'bout I take the lil' devil off yer hands?" Slick then grasped the vixen-skunk-weasel cub. "He's not lactose-intolerant, is he?" "No." "OK. We got 2%?" "No." "Whatever, there's an AcmeRite just a block away. Be back in about half-an-hour! OW! Hey, that ain't loaded with yer mom's..." As the lights of Slick's car reflected on the glass of my window, I adjusted my sheets, before positioning myself back in my slumber.
I immediately woke up at a sliver of light peeking through my door, and heard a low moan creaking throughout my room. I walked over, opened it a bit, and noticed the illumination, and sound, coming from downstairs. With my eyes sunken in bags, I walked down to the dining room, where I discovered a humongous female giraffe sliding a Christmas Tree in her... Well, you can just guess for yourself. I was just about to quietly walk away and let her enjoy herself in peace, when I felt a sharp yank in my panties. "I am the Ghost of..." "Christmas Present." I interrupted. "No. YOUR Present. Didn't the last Ghost say anything to you?" "Why, yes. She said I was quite a douche as a kid!" "Well, that explains a lot... Especially for your treatment of one Slick L. E. ..." "Hey, that weasel's nothing but a filthy pervert!" "OK. Why don't we check him out ourselves..." Before I knew it, I was then shoved into the hooved female's vagina. "HEY! LEMME OUT! I AIN'T PROTECTED, YOU KNOW!" I was then yanked out of the tunnel, and my dress, and back into the warm breath of air vents, before being dropped onto a chandelier, where my undies were caught. I honestly didn't care by this point how much it hurts anymore. At least I wasn't on the floor, with my bones scattered throughout my body. What I DID notice on the floor, however, was a brunette female coyote, a purple-and-white female skunk, and... *Sigh* That decaying rodent himself... "Where's Miranda? Isn't she coming with us to the Acme Acres Christmas Light Show/Christmas Concert?" "Nope. I didn't even get to tell her. She just said I was the most perverted guy she ever slept with, and that I can just suck something." "What did you do?" "Nothing. We just did another audition of our Holiday-Themed porno. I also tried to give her THIS..." Slick then held up that tape he tried to offer me that night. "... But she wouldn't take it. So, if it's alright with you two, would you mind either taking it yourselves, or delivering it to her, personally or not? She doesn't seem to want to listen to me specifically..." "Please don't give it to me..." Was all I whispered, my fingers crossed, and my jaws slammed shut. "Alright. We'll take it." "Whew..."
Suddenly, a loud RIP! Materialized, and I would have broken my entire rib cage if the Ghost Of My Present didn't catch me, take me outside, and plant my face on a window, where the aforementioned coyote and skunk had just changed into their pajamas, and were now inserting the tape into the machine. My mind prepared to take cover for all the gayness that was about to occur. "Care to go where no man has gone before, Solo?" Ahem... I said the gayness that was about to occur! "Live long and prosper, and may the force be with you... When my long cock enters your ass..." ............ Uh..........
UHHH.....
I watched the entire video unfold, with furry abs revealed underneath tight uniforms, semen immersing on the snouts of the cos-players, and... Lightsabers and phasers being inserted into the anuses of what are assumed to be two each of the protagonists of two of my most beloved Sci-Fi franchises as a kid. I suddenly recalled stripping myself to my Birthday Suit, seating myself on the toilet, or laying down in the bathtub, whether I was taking a bath or not, and imagining being taken to either where no vixen has gone before, or a galaxy far far away with Kirk, Spock, Luke, and/or Han. I promptly began rapidly rubbing my crotch as my bosses did the same, until I heard someone shout. "Miss Coyote-La-Fume? A few drops of vaginal fluid seem to have landed in your soda." "It's OK, we'll take it."
Just when the tape was about to reach the climax, I was stuffed into the Ghost's vagina once again, and pulled out to shield my eyes from the immense lights just above a crowd of people with carts and bags lined up at cash registers, with the ungodly shrieks of babies ringing through my ears. "Who's the lil' brat that's always..." My attention was then turned to Slick holding a cub with fox ears, a weasel snout, and a skunk tail, who happened to be the origin of said crying. "Now, now... We'll be home soon, and you'll get your milk... Sorry, but we can't do it here without paying for it... You don't want your daddy gone for 4 years, do you?" "Hope that didn't come across the wrong way..." The giraffe responded. "Oh... Miranda, why do ya have to leave me with this every single night? Especially on Christmas Eve?" "'Cause YOU'RE always..." I was then interrupted by the spotted hand grasping one of my breasts, and shooting a squirt of milk out into the mouth of my kid, who then silenced himself. "You'd make a good mother, if you spent less time sulking in your acting career..."
I was then bound in the giraffe's grasp, and aimed right for her.... OTHER hole... "OK! OK! I'll take care of him! I'll be a good...!" I pleaded, right before soaring toward her gaping mine...
Only to reappear on my mattress.
The first thing I noticed in the pitch-black tone of my room was a tall, skinny canine with pupil-less yellow eyes, a pair of jaws with razor-sharp teeth, five piercing claws on all of his fingers and toes, and a long, thick red penis emerging from his pouch. "Who are you?" My demand was not answered. "Are you the Ghost of My Future?" The satanic figure once again refused to respond. "Could I at LEAST know what will happen to my son?" With that, the wolf immediately pounced on the mattress, tore off my once-again-re-materialized nightgown and panties, and forced his shaft into my significantly-tiny tunnel. He pumped and pumped himself further, until he released his fluids in... Myself, before pulling out, and filling the whole room, where I desperately struggled to reach the surface.
Eventually, I found myself collapsing onto the street, where I found myself facing the front of my client's mansion. "Don't worry, I'll be fine!" I noticed Slick exiting the premises with a suitcase in one hand, and our kid in the other. "I don't know when I'll be back, so try not to have too much fun without me!" "We won't! Have fun on your Disney/Fox-Land Vacation!" I heard my bosses respond. "He-he..." I then saw him pull out a piece of paper. "G... Ju... GO..." He paused as an otter pup walk down the sidewalk parallel to him. "..... Gosh-freaking-darn it to Heck!" He resumed before tossing the slip on the ground. Now, I had one of his untrimmed toenails poking at my snout, and I wouldn't be able to re-position myself without getting a cut that'll be mistaken for a sign of attraction to a random Joe on the street. So, here's what I managed to read:
"PROPOSED EVICTION NOTICE INVALID"
"Shouldn't that be a good thing for hi...?" My question was interrupted when the Ghost planted the sheet on my face, revealing:
"PROPOSED EVICTION NOTICE INVALID UNTIL INDIVIDUAL HAS BEEN PROVEN OF SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY
UPDATE: SLICK LEONARD EVAN DENNY VOID CAUGHT POSSESSING HOME MOVIES OF NUDE PRETEENS"
"Oh..." "I don't even do that anymore!" Slick then grabbed the paper, tore it up, and tossed the shreds into the sewers.
My butt was then grasped by the Demonic... Demon, stuffed with his meat, and filled up with his semen, before we landed in a dark alley, where I observed a familiar pencil-shaped snout poking through a trash bin just outside the exit of a pizzeria. An equally-bony hand then reached in the can, and plucked out a strip of burnt crust. "Well, better than nothin'..." He then chomped into the leftover, before hawking out a bunch of algae 2 seconds later. At that moment, my heart skipped at the sound of thunder, and my fur was drenched in the inevitable rain. "Oh, thank God... A maid of nature." Slick responded, before holding out his snack, only to have it immersed in a pile of wet leaves. Now, I may not be this guy's biggest fan, but I felt an anvil drop inside my heart seeing him in these conditions.
I walked over to clean his meal, but found my pussy once again filled with red and white, and landed right by Acme Looniversity. "Son of a hundred hornballs!" "Red-white-and-black cocked bastard!" "Penis-nosed... Freak!" "Are you a skunk, or just a diarhhetic?" I rose to release my claws upon the dumb-asses who chanted these insults, until my eye caught an adolescent male mammal walking begrudgingly to the entrance. I followed him to discover his red-and-white ears, his black-and-white tail, and his long, scrawny snout. "Who's that guy?" "You're new here, right?" "Yeah." "Well, that's Max Fox-Le-Void, the spawn of a short-tempered teenage vixen and a pedophile weasel, with just a hint of one of our previous professors..."
Fascinated with that bit of exposition, I followed my apparent offspring down to the Dean's office. "Whoa, you're earlier than I asked... Mornin', Maxie boi. Please be seated." The hybrid did as he was told. "So, what's this about, Dean Bunny?" ".... Mr. Fox-Le-Void... Your grades are severely dropping in EVERY subject... If ye don't do some'tin 'bout it soon, you'll be takin' Summer School." "What? Please, Dean Bunny! I'll study FOUR hours a day if I have to! I... I'll get my folks to help!" "You mean the convicted literal weasel and the disrespectful vixen who dumped 'im?" "What should I do, then?" "..... I dunno... I've been Dean 'ere for nearly 30 years, and I've seen you go desperately through those books and paperwork... But I can't just give the exact same questions on these things... Gotta challenge the kids and all..." "..... If my real mom was my guardian, she'd probably help..." Max then planted his palms onto his face in depression, before proceeding to sob, followed by Bugs' indifferent pats on his back.
I'm normally not one to fall for these situations, but seeing my own blood son go through all this was too much. "Ghost... Or Spirit, I don't even care anymore... Where WAS I this whole time?" With that, the yellow-eyed creature yanked me by the legs, plunged his tool inside, and filled me up in 5 seconds, before we ended up in a graveyard.
"No-no-no... Please don't tell me..." The unconventional canine then pointed to a tombstone, where the words: "RIP- ANY CHANCE OF AN APPEARANCE FROM V, E, +/OR M" The demon pulled back at this sight, before dragging me to the next slab of granite, which now read: "RIP- FAN8STIC". "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow" Was all I could say as his knot yanked inside my temple, and I passed by an assortment of other graves reading: "RIP- GOOD SONIC (THE HEDGEHOG) PRODUCTS" "RIP- APPEARANCES OF ELMYRA DUFF" "RIP- ANY ATOM OF RESPECT WE HAD FOR THE FCC" "RIP- GOOD TEEN TITANS" As well as a guy carving "RIP- TRUMP'S PRESIDENCY B. 11/8/2016 - RUMORED 2018" Into a slab of stone. Eventually, the Ghost groaned in annoyance before tossing a paper down, and pumping more of his cum inside me.
This time, we landed in a grey, barren room, with only a table, a chair, and a large mask and body of a big-eyed, smiley-faced rodent on the aforementioned table and chair. Before I could answer the only sensible question "ASK ME WHAT IT MEANS!", a strong gust of snow blew into the room, where I discovered a figure with a large Winter coat, equally-large gloves, and an equally-equally-large hat. The mysterious character took a nearby card off a shelf on the wall, and inserted it into a slot, before dropping it. I briefly gazed at the sign above a second door stating "FOR THE LAST TIME, ACME ACRES... NO LITTERING!!!", before picking up the card. My heart-beat paused as I read "MIRANDA FOX-LE-VOID" In big red ink on the paper. It then sped up as I looked up to find a luscious bundle of red hair where the winter hat was secured on the person's head, which now revealed a pair of vulpine ears, and feminine eyes, as an orange-and-white tail popped out from her behind. My heart was now violating all state-traffic laws as she stepped into the body of the artificial mouse, and then fitted on the head. "Come on... Please don't tell me this is my job in the future, and this is just a switch-and-bait... This future is changeable, right, Ghost?" The vixen then ran back to the table to grab a name tag reading: "HELLO, MY NAME IS *Crossed out* *RICK* MIRANDA FOX." "No! NO! Please, God! Don't let this happen to me!" At that moment, I inexplicably found myself trapped inside the stuffy costume, stepping out into the light, and into the view of hordes of booing kids. "I PROMISE I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER MY LESSONS FROM THE PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE!" I was suddenly assaulted by a slew of soda cups, birthday cake chunks, half-eaten pizza slices, and pickled garlic. "PLEASE!!! I'M SORRY!!! I LOVE YOU, SLICK! I LOVE YOU MAX!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU DOUBLE-Z STUDIOS!!!!!! I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS EXCESSIVE HOT CHEESE THAT JUST LANDED ON MY EYES!" I then felt one of my legs being dislodged from the floor, and then my whole body beginning to collapse with the weight of my current physical and emotional burden. "DON'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The next thing I knew, I found my hair dropped onto the floor, my legs sticking up in the air, the edge of my nightgown over my snout, and my panty-clad bottom recorded onto the device of a foreign individual just a house away. "Pardon, Mademoiselle, I simply could not resist your... *Drawn-Out Kiss Sound* Irresistible derriere!" I cannot tell you how happy I was to hear that accent. "What's today?" "C'est Noel, bien sur!" "Noel's Albanian for 'Christmas', right? I'm not too late! HEY! YOU'RE INVITED OVER FOR CHRISTMAS DINNER! BRING WHATEVER FAMILY AND FRIENDS YOU CAN... Family..." No sooner than I recollected, I tossed off my gown and panties, raced to the closet, and fitted myself in the daintiest green slippers, the most secure hairband, the largest pink bow, the most sparkling red coats, and the best combination of the two pretty colors in the form of a slim outfit with the cutest/sluttiest tutu, before prancing downstairs to the... Most adored.... Most loveable... Well, he's not the best, but he certainly isn't a Nazi or Commie!
I looked down at my husband's adorable kit, who was now whimpering louder than a lonely puppy. "Lemme take care of him..." I offered. "Well... S... Sure, Mira..." My hubby-wubby stopped as I pulled down my top to bring my son to one of my breasts. Let me tell you, I never thought there could be anything cuter than animal videos on BoobTube, but today, I proudly declare the winner of that contest to be a baby fox-skunk-weasel hybrid sucking his mother's milk. I began softly humming to him and walking back upstairs to my room, as the tyke continued drinking, Slick stood there appalled for some reason, and my cute coyote client raced inside with no fur yelling "Merry Christmas!". (It makes sense in context.) Once I finished the hymn, the little cub was all tuckered out, so I gently placed him in his crib, and exited.
"Halo!" "Bonsior!" "Joyeux Noel!" Were the melodious voices I heard that evening, as the dashing Pepe Le Pew and his equally-handsome brothers, along with the hug-gable Wile E. Coyote, entered the house. "So, Mademoiselle, where's ze dinner?" Pepe was answered by a spotlight centered on a silver plate with a matching lid. One of my associates, Vincent Fox, entered the dining room, and lifted it up to reveal my own beautiful, foxy, teenage self, as I did a classic "Come-Get-Me-Boys" pose. I then kicked off my slippers, immediately apologizing for unintentionally injuring Slick. I grasped the edge of my silk red sock with only my index finger and thumb, slowly proceeded to pull it off, and eventually resorted to more assertive means when it reached my feet, then slipped off my other sock, displaying my gorgeous, yet somewhat-odorous feet. I quickly lifted up my dress, presenting my dainty hips, pretty panties, and shimmering-white smile. I then pulled the entire gown over my head, spun it around a bit, and tossed it onto the vulpine partner. I gazed at my audience, who were now beaming with glee at my nearly-bare body, before reaching behind me to unfasten my dazzling green bra, and slide it off my tender shoulders, allowing it to drop before me. Finally, I turned, bent over, intriguing my guests, slid my fingers into the edges of my frilly panties, and brought them to my knees, letting them drop at my feet, stepping out, and kicking them onto the face of my mustelid mate.
As their eyes transformed into hearts, I stepped off the table, seated my rump on the carpet, rose my legs into the warm air, and spread my pink entrances. The next thing I knew, I was mounted by the now-undressed skunk tutor, the puffy-cheeked canine professor, and the yellow-eyed, pencil-snouted weasel that is my lover, who stuck their big, meaty claws... I mean, cocks, inside my anus, vagina, and mouth, respectively. As the grunts, moans, and pants of the furry men rang through my ears, I thought back to my old, grumpy self. "How could I have done that? How could I have turned down something like THIS? Max'll be mighty lonely when he grows up and realizes he's the only weasel that has the ears of a fox and the tail of a skunk. He could sure use a sibling to keep him company, for him to look over when I'm gone. And if one of his ears belongs to a coyote, so be it. Oh, look at that cute purple skunk doing exactly what WE'RE doing right now! Only with all girls... Maybe next Christmas I should do this with all girls..."
*Insert "God Bless Us Everyone!" Here*
THE END.