Chapter 4 - Futa Claus

She's making a list
She's checking it twice
She's gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Futa Claus is coming to town

She'll fuck you if you're sleeping
She'll fuck you if you're 'wake
She'll make you cum if you've been good
So be good for goodness sake
Yes be good for goodness sake

Misty couldn't sleep. It was the night before Christmas and she. Just. Couldn't. Sleep. She had counted sheep, she'd had a glass of warm milk, she'd even tried masturbating just to relax but nothing helped. She had turned her pillow over half a dozen times and tried different positions until she couldn't even remember how she would usually lay when she slept.

Tonight she would find out for certain if Futa Claus was real.

Her friends and classmates all made fun of her for still believing in Futa Claus even though she'd turned eighteen. "She's just a fairytale for little kids", they'd say, "for children", the words dripping with disdain. They'd sneer and snicker when she refused to give in.

The thing was, she'd seen her. Well, sort of. Everyone knew Futa Claus was invisible to anyone who was too young, but one Christmas a few years ago when she'd gone up at night to get a glass of water she'd heard noises from her mother's bedroom, and shen she peeked at the door she'd seen... someone... under the covers with her Mom. Yes, it had been dark, but she knew her mother wasn't seeing anyone and there had been nobody else in the house, and the other person had said that her Mom had been "a very good girl", and who else would say something like that?

She'd been transfixed, her heart pounding, but then she'd heard that unfamiliar voice speaking more clearly, as if it had turned towards her, and it had said "Nice girls don't spy", and she'd been absolutely terrified and bolted to her room and hidden under the covers, straining her ears to catch any unfamiliar sounds until she finally fell asleep.

The next morning her mother had looked really tired but also really happy and she wanted to ask her but she knew what the answer would be: You'll find out when you're older. That's what her mother always said when Misty asked her about Futa Claus. (In fact, that's how her mother answered most of her questions that weren't about her homework, and sometimes even then.)

But even though she knew it hadn't been a dream and that she hadn't imagined it, as the years passed she became less and less sure and even though she refused to say anything else she was secretly doubting her own memories of that night.

On the face of it the whole thing was ridiculous, of course. How could a single person visit every single woman in the world in a single night? Even if she was some sort of magical holiday spirit it was impossible. Right?

And she still couldn't quite tell if the adults and the older girls were telling the truth or if they were just making fun of her for still believing, which made the whole thing even more frustrating.

But now she'd find out for real. If only she could fall asleep so time would pass faster!

A moment later Misty was woken up by the smell of peppermint and the feeling of weight on top of her. Warm, soft weight. As her mind sluggishly tried to make sense of the sensations she heard a gentle voice.

"Hello Misty."

The smell of peppermint became overwhelming as the person on top of her kissed her lips, and then she could taste it as a tongue slipped into her mouth.

When the kiss ended Misty opened her eyes but her room was pitch black apart from some soft starlight coming in through her window so she could barely make out the contours of the face in front of her. She saw light hair flowing over naked shoulders, framing a face that lay completely in shadow.

No, wait. Her room wasn't nearly as dark as it should have been. There were lights everywhere, tiny, multi-colored lights that pulsed slowly. Like... Christmas lights.

"F-Futa Claus?" Misty's couldn't produce more than a soft squeak.

"Who else?" The woman on top of her - because by now there was no doubt that she was a woman - seemed to smile as she brushed back Misty's hair.

There were so many thoughts going through her head that she couldn't focus on any one of them. Futa Claus was real! And she was here! All the words of the stories and songs made her excited and nervous at the same time - would Futa Claus think she'd been a good girl and reward her or would she think Misty was a bad girl and punish her? She shuddered at the memory of some of the stories where Futa Claus found someone particularly naughty and took away her ability to cum for a whole year, driving the girl mad with frustration.

It must have been as if her every thought was written on her face, because just as she opened her mouth to nervously ask one of the thousands of questions rushing through her a finger was placed across her lips.

"Hush, Misty. Don't worry. You've been a very good girl."

Misty suddenly lost a tension she hadn't realized was there. A sudden urge made her wrap her arms around the woman on top of her - the impossible, mythical, fairy-tale woman.

"You're real." That was all she managed to say.

"Very real. And now you're going to get your present."

Then they were kissing again, Futa Claus' lips and tongue enticing her with their warmth and softness and that impossible peppermint taste, and somehow her pajama top came off and now those lips and tongue were going down her neck, down to her breasts, and she could hardly draw breath when they began to play with her nipples. She buried her fingers in Futa's hair and pushed her chest up towards those sucking lips, that swirling, licking, flicking tongue, and suddenly there was a hand between her legs and she didn't even have time to wonder what had happened to her pajama pants before there was a finger inside her and she gasped as the lips on her nipple sucked hard at the same moment.

Then Futa Claus shifted on top of her and she realized that the thing she had thought was a leg was in fact something completely different and she barely had time to be scared before the finger was replaced with something much, much bigger, and as she felt Futa Claus push her cock inside her all she could do was spread her legs and lift herself up to receive her gift.

Then Futa was kissing her again, their arms wrapped around each other, Futa's hard nipples pressing against Misty's skin. When Futa shifted her position again and more of her big cock slid inside Misty she almost came right away, but somehow she couldn't. Futa Claus began to thrust with her hips and Misty cried out in pure pleasure as she was fucked for the first time, giving herself over completely to the pleasure. Her whole consciousness focused on the intense sensations radiating from her sex, up through the core of her, through her aching nipples and straight into the back of her brain. Every thrust of that massive, glorious cock sent a wave through her, and as the thrusts came closer and closer and went deeper and deeper she began to moan, then whimper, then cry out every time it entered her. For that eternal minute - hour - week - there was nothing else, nothing but the pure delight of being fucked.

Then Futa's mouth was back on her breast and there were fingers on her clit and before she could brace herself she came, intensely, explosively, her whole body arching as her pussy spasmed around that thrusting cock. Just as she was starting to come down she felt it twitch inside her and thrust deeper and harder than before and as she came again she felt herself being filled with Futa's hot cum.

After that all she could do was gasp for breath, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion. Futa Claus cradled her and placed soft peppermint kisses on her face and neck as she slowly recovered. When she felt Futa's cock slip out of her she weakly reached for it, shivering slightly when she realized that even when it was half back to being flaccid she couldn't quite reach around it with her hand. That was just inside me and it felt awesome.

"Already eager for more?" Futa's voice was teasing but kind. Misty giggled, but then she lost her nerve.

"Don't you, uh, have to, like, visit a lot of others?"

Futa kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about that, Misty. We have all night." A kiss on her neck.

Misty's heart leaped at that. "So you'll... stay? A little longer?"

"Yes. All night."

Another kiss, this time on her lips, and she felt Futa's cock begin to swell in her hand.

"And this is a very long night."

They kissed again.

"Merry Christmas, Misty."