A Christmas Miracle (Short)
This is a (Very) Short Story depicting Charlie Gray and Charity Gold on Christmas Eve.
This picture was drawn by me and served as the inspiration for the story.
Enjoy!
Charity finds herself in a bit of a bind one Christmas Eve morning. Having just completed her morning shower, she finds herself ambushed and bound helplessly by a certain tricky vixen brunette with a name accurate to her demeanor. Having been tied up and shackled all before breakfast, the helpless mare is abandoned in the middle of the living room floor as her captor steps off to the kitchen. No doubt fox will return later to resume her holiday fun once her hunger is satiated.
"Trixie broke in while you were showering. Again?" asks the silver haired unicorn.
"Yes. Again. She says she has a spare key, but she always makes it inside even after I change my locks." the grounded mare replies, letting out a soft huff as she looks back over her shoulder. "By the way, why are you naked?"
"Oh, me? I got a Christmas card slipped under my door this morning." the stallion replies. "It said Merry Christmas, of course, and that I should hurry over to your apartment for a little party, gifting of presents, and a Christmas miracle or two."
"Trixie Black, that scheming-!" the golden woman says as she wiggles about, shuffling forward not one inch before she feels a stallion's hoof plants itself square upon her bottom.
"That is Master Black while I am in this house, dear! ~ ? " a feminine voice calls out from the kitchen as the smell of baking ginger bread fills the apartment; no doubt the teasing voice of the scheming vixen.
"That is indeed who sent it." The stallion says with a chuckle. "Speaking of Christmas miracles, I am beginning to appreciate Trixie's magical rope-work... She has good taste in presents."
Charity looks back over her shoulder with a half smile as she pauses her attempted escape. "Fuck..." she says in mild disbelief.
"That's the idea." says Charlie, his tone straddling the line between giddy and matter-of-fact. "I think I will start with your ass. Does Trixie usually train you with her fingers or with a butt plug first? I'm feeling traditional today."
"Lube enema! ~ ? " a joyous vixen voice calls once again from the kitchen. "The bottle is hanging to your left! On the tree, horse boy! ~ ? "
"Thank you, Master Black!" calls Charlie in return, letting out a soft chuckle as he turns to look at the well decorated tree.
"W-Wait!" exclaims the bound mare. "Aren't you going to unwrap me first?"
The stallion looks down, his hands on his hips. "Oh, no! It is still Christmas Eve! I can't unwrap any presents until Christmas morning proper. You know the rules, and so do I."
Charity lets out a nervous giggle as her eyes turn down to see the groin of the man standing above her begin to swell and peek out from betwixt his loins. Christmas morning is a long way away, and knowing Trixie, the party was planned to go on all the way to New Year's Day...
Charlie eventually did unwrap his present after midnight in the light of holiday candles. His girlfriend Brady Red made an appearance in a Santa Claus mini dress and carrying a large sack filled with more traditional presents, no doubt collected some time earlier. Needless to say, Trixie's Christmas Miracles were in no short supply the following week as the gray stallion and sly vixen indulged in the magic of the holiday season by making all manner of objects, devices, contraptions, and body parts disappear into places not normally allowed by unbound partners.
The End.