Mrs. Futa Claus

This happened so fast! You were here to fuck a different futa all together and now.. this? Its time for you to get back to the task at hand, find karen. As you turn to leave the line the elf catches your wrist. "Honey, you cant go back that way. The only way out is one of those two options. If you want to leave, know you are making santas elves very sad but mrs. Claus isnt going to hurt you."

With a slight nod at the disappointed elf you start the long ropped line to mrs. Claus. In and out, just be polite and leave you think as you weave your way forward. At the end of the rope is a long decorated walk to a tinsle covered entrance. The moment you take a step into the hallway the sickeningly holiday song pumped through the mall is exchanged with another creative rendition of a holdiday classic.

"Oh Futa claus, futa claus, stacked and ready to go. Oh what fun it is to ride a boy, until shes ready to blow OH."

"She sees you when your sleeping, she knows when youre awake. She knows if youve been a dirty boy so ride her sleigh tonight."

Every step, you catch more words. Your mouth dries with nerves as you reach the tinsle entrance. Trembling hands seperate the tinsle to reveal Mrs. Futa Claus. An older mature futa in a red classic puffy costume sits upon a large gold and silver holiday chair. The room enclosed to the outside is filled with fake snow. She has short white curly hair, tiny old spectacles, and peers down kindly at you.

"Oh dear dear, a visitor. Come come sit on my lap and well see if youve been naughty or nice." Despite her age and the kindness in her voice you find yourself,

Strangly

Hypnotically

Sexually

drawn to listen to her. You slowly walk towards her eyes glued to her face. When within reach, she scoops you up onto her lap with shocking uncanny strength.

"Ok lets see lets see." She squints at you closely, "ahh doug is it?" You dont know how she knew that but with a bounce of her knee you saddle comfortably on her left leg. She pulls out a long parchment and stares concerned at the list. "Pretty agreeable with your family.. hmm.. yes.. kind to others... giving." She smirks at you. For the first time you notice her belt is made of something green.. mistletoe. With this discovery you see her dress move upwards slightly with a twitch. "Hmm.. this isnt the best behavior for a good list member. Your friend matt.. you did a rather tricky thing to him." You let out a gasp, how could she know that.. "well im sorry dougie, but i have to put you on the naughty list."

With these words she scoops you again with the inhuman strength, puts both legs together and plops you on both legs facing away.

With every word her dress in front of you lifts and something thick caresses your bottom.

"Now doug, being naughty isnt always the worse. But do one to others as youd have them do to you." You gulp as the dress rises further. "On christmas eve, futa claus will have a very full sack for all the naughty boys old enough to know right from.. very wrong. Would you like to unwrap your gifts with Mrs. Claus? Or do you want to kiss under the mistletoe now?"