Vix75
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Part 3 of Deer to Snow Bunny: Olivia. Bambi's younger sister comes to visit. Will she become like her sister, her mother, or something new entirely?
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December 19, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Part 3 of Deer to Snow Bunny: Olivia. Bambi's younger sister comes to visit. Will she become like her sister, her mother, or something new entirely?
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Part Two of "From Deer to Snow Bunny" is now up on my Tumblr site. I hope you have the time to read it and enjoy it.
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December 17, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Part Two of "From Deer to Snow Bunny" is now up on my Tumblr site. I hope you have the time to read it and enjoy it.
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This is the new story that I have added to my Tumblr page. Please take the time to read it and if you like it please say something. I would like feedback. Also, I would like to know if others think I should continue this as I have plans for each member of the family. This is inspired by Evie.
December 14, 2025 at 8:19 PM
This is the new story that I have added to my Tumblr page. Please take the time to read it and if you like it please say something. I would like feedback. Also, I would like to know if others think I should continue this as I have plans for each member of the family. This is inspired by Evie.
That night the northern lights blazed crimson and white brighter than ever before as Empress Scarlet and her willing, eternal slave Nickki began their delicious, unstoppable reign over Christmas forever. The holiday would never be the same again.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
That night the northern lights blazed crimson and white brighter than ever before as Empress Scarlet and her willing, eternal slave Nickki began their delicious, unstoppable reign over Christmas forever. The holiday would never be the same again.
Scarlet traced a crimson nail down Nickki’s bare spine. “Every Christmas Eve you’ll greet my guests on your knees, won’t you?” Nickki arched and moaned, “Yes, Empress,” meaning every syllable.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet traced a crimson nail down Nickki’s bare spine. “Every Christmas Eve you’ll greet my guests on your knees, won’t you?” Nickki arched and moaned, “Yes, Empress,” meaning every syllable.
Scarlet tugged the leash sharply. Nickki sank to her knees, lips parting eagerly. “Good pets know who they're obedient to. ,” Scarlet purred, Then Scarlett grabbed lipstick and wrote over Nikki's tits, "Property of Scarlet".
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet tugged the leash sharply. Nickki sank to her knees, lips parting eagerly. “Good pets know who they're obedient to. ,” Scarlet purred, Then Scarlett grabbed lipstick and wrote over Nikki's tits, "Property of Scarlet".
Nickki’s new uniform barely counted as clothing: red velvet scraps edged in white fur, thigh-high white boots, diamond collar gleaming. She wore it like it was made for her, because now it was.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nickki’s new uniform barely counted as clothing: red velvet scraps edged in white fur, thigh-high white boots, diamond collar gleaming. She wore it like it was made for her, because now it was.
Nickki seized the vial and drank. The magic sealed soft and final. She looked up, eyes shining. “I choose you, Empress.” Scarlet smiled, pulled her close, and tasted victory on her new pet’s lips.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nickki seized the vial and drank. The magic sealed soft and final. She looked up, eyes shining. “I choose you, Empress.” Scarlet smiled, pulled her close, and tasted victory on her new pet’s lips.
Hours later Nickki lay trembling on white furs, ruined and radiant. Scarlet knelt, offering the final pink vial. “Drink and belong to me forever as my perfect slut, or wake tomorrow as Santa wearing steel for eternity.” Nickki’s choice was instant.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Hours later Nickki lay trembling on white furs, ruined and radiant. Scarlet knelt, offering the final pink vial. “Drink and belong to me forever as my perfect slut, or wake tomorrow as Santa wearing steel for eternity.” Nickki’s choice was instant.
Scarlet snapped her fingers. Ten towering dark guests entered the Crystal Hall. Nickki, wrists and throat bound in silver chains, learned what true hunger felt like while Scarlet watched from her black-ice throne, green eyes glittering with pride.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet snapped her fingers. Ten towering dark guests entered the Crystal Hall. Nickki, wrists and throat bound in silver chains, learned what true hunger felt like while Scarlet watched from her black-ice throne, green eyes glittering with pride.
Nicholas gasped as the elixir burned through him. In moments stunning Nickki lay beneath her, dazed. Scarlet traced a nail along the new jawline. “Hello, Nickki. Six hours to decide if you stay my pet or return caged forever.”
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nicholas gasped as the elixir burned through him. In moments stunning Nickki lay beneath her, dazed. Scarlet traced a nail along the new jawline. “Hello, Nickki. Six hours to decide if you stay my pet or return caged forever.”
He kissed her like a starving man. On the thick fur rug he worshipped her, blind with love. Mid-thrust she tilted the second glowing pink vial to his lips. He swallowed without knowing, still lost inside her, sealing his fate in one heartbeat.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
He kissed her like a starving man. On the thick fur rug he worshipped her, blind with love. Mid-thrust she tilted the second glowing pink vial to his lips. He swallowed without knowing, still lost inside her, sealing his fate in one heartbeat.
Santa’s sleigh landed at sunrise. He saw the crimson-haired woman atop the stairs and breathed, “Who are you?” She glided down, voice velvet. “Don’t you recognize your wife, Nicholas?” Tears of joy welled in his eyes as he fell to his knees.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Santa’s sleigh landed at sunrise. He saw the crimson-haired woman atop the stairs and breathed, “Who are you?” She glided down, voice velvet. “Don’t you recognize your wife, Nicholas?” Tears of joy welled in his eyes as he fell to his knees.
Chaos reigned. Drunk Tinsel demanded extra cookies. Mrs. Claus snapped, dragged him to the bearskin rug, drank the first pink vial, and let him finish inside her. Magic flared white-hot and locked the change forever. The old wife was gone; only the Empress remained.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Chaos reigned. Drunk Tinsel demanded extra cookies. Mrs. Claus snapped, dragged him to the bearskin rug, drank the first pink vial, and let him finish inside her. Magic flared white-hot and locked the change forever. The old wife was gone; only the Empress remained.
For centuries Mrs. Claus kept the North Pole alive while Santa took every cheer. This Christmas Eve a black package waited with three glowing pink vials and a note. She stared at it until dawn neared, heart pounding: dare she finally claim something for herself?
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
For centuries Mrs. Claus kept the North Pole alive while Santa took every cheer. This Christmas Eve a black package waited with three glowing pink vials and a note. She stared at it until dawn neared, heart pounding: dare she finally claim something for herself?
She’s never coming back. She was always meant to be mine. This is Santa Claus speaking, my darlings. Seasons greetings from the North Pole—and from the sweetest, tiniest elf who finally found Christmas everlasting. Is there anybody else I should add to my list?
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
She’s never coming back. She was always meant to be mine. This is Santa Claus speaking, my darlings. Seasons greetings from the North Pole—and from the sweetest, tiniest elf who finally found Christmas everlasting. Is there anybody else I should add to my list?
I stroke her glowing runes and whisper, “Tell them how the story ends, pet.” She throws back her head, bells ringing, and sings to the aurora: “Merry Christmas to all… and I’m getting fucked all night long!”
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
I stroke her glowing runes and whisper, “Tell them how the story ends, pet.” She throws back her head, bells ringing, and sings to the aurora: “Merry Christmas to all… and I’m getting fucked all night long!”
And now we are here at the heart of the North Pole. My perfect Holly—once Harold—rides me with shameless joy, silver curls bouncing, collar chiming, tinsel leash loose in my hand.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
And now we are here at the heart of the North Pole. My perfect Holly—once Harold—rides me with shameless joy, silver curls bouncing, collar chiming, tinsel leash loose in my hand.
8:00 p.m. – Home. The living room had become a cathedral of crimson and aurora. I stepped through green fire in open coat and black boots, eyes burning like winter stars. I threw her onto the bed and fucked her hard and raw, showing her who was in control. After, I took her home to the North Pole.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
8:00 p.m. – Home. The living room had become a cathedral of crimson and aurora. I stepped through green fire in open coat and black boots, eyes burning like winter stars. I threw her onto the bed and fucked her hard and raw, showing her who was in control. After, I took her home to the North Pole.
From 6:00 to 7:59 the red cab circled the square. She watched her reflection: 4'6", silver curls to her waist, pointed ears ringing with bells, no longer human—something made for eternal winter pleasure.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
From 6:00 to 7:59 the red cab circled the square. She watched her reflection: 4'6", silver curls to her waist, pointed ears ringing with bells, no longer human—something made for eternal winter pleasure.
5:00 p.m. – Firehouse No. 2. The crew wrapped her in silk ribbons, hung her from the ladder truck, used every inch of her until pleasure rang like one endless bell. Runes blazed: PROPERTY OF S.C.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
5:00 p.m. – Firehouse No. 2. The crew wrapped her in silk ribbons, hung her from the ladder truck, used every inch of her until pleasure rang like one endless bell. Runes blazed: PROPERTY OF S.C.
4:00 p.m. – A midnight-blue train on abandoned tracks. A silent stranger in a dark coat took her while auroras streaked past. She shrank further, a diamond collar spelling HOLLY JOLLY SLUT.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
4:00 p.m. – A midnight-blue train on abandoned tracks. A silent stranger in a dark coat took her while auroras streaked past. She shrank further, a diamond collar spelling HOLLY JOLLY SLUT.
3:00 p.m. – Claire’s basement again. Red ribbons, a candy-cane toy, hours of sobbing pleasure. Gold filigree bloomed on fingertips, runes etched her ribs, age rolled back to twenty-one.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
3:00 p.m. – Claire’s basement again. Red ribbons, a candy-cane toy, hours of sobbing pleasure. Gold filigree bloomed on fingertips, runes etched her ribs, age rolled back to twenty-one.
2:00 p.m. – A black Bentley outside the country club. Harold's wife's boss, Robert Johanson, fucked her in the back of his Bentley, turning her more elf-like.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
2:00 p.m. – A black Bentley outside the country club. Harold's wife's boss, Robert Johanson, fucked her in the back of his Bentley, turning her more elf-like.
1:00 p.m. – The mall after closing. A mall Santa sat on the velvet throne in full crimson, coat open. She climbed onto his lap. He took her slow while fake snow fell and bells multiplied across her collarbones.
December 7, 2025 at 11:27 PM
1:00 p.m. – The mall after closing. A mall Santa sat on the velvet throne in full crimson, coat open. She climbed onto his lap. He took her slow while fake snow fell and bells multiplied across her collarbones.