You couldn’t believe that time had flown so much that it was already Christmas Day. Sure, the weather outside had gotten colder, and freshly radiant snow had fallen just the night before, blanketing the ground in pure white bliss. Even still, it didn’t feel real. You really had been in your new apartment for a long time.
Smiling with contentment, you took another huge bite out of the slice of ham that Morgan had cut for you. She’d gotten up earlier than everyone else to prepare some Christmas ham for breakfast (an unorthodox but filling breakfast to be sure), and her skills in the kitchen had only grown stronger since your first day meeting her. Trying not to seem too gluttonous, you wiped your mouth and grinned at Morgan, who was sitting to your right in the recliner in the living room.
“Geez, dude! Scarfing it down, huh? Glad you like it!” Morgan smiled, teasingly.
The brown-haired giantess was dressed in normal attire for her usual M.O., but with a slightly Christmas flair. She was wearing a slimming red tank-top and red compression shorts, and both her shorts and top had green stripes through them. Her tank-top was also adorned with the words ‘Reindeer Run’, in reference to the local 15K marathon she’d participated in the other day. She’d managed to come in first place with ease.
Taking a sip from the cap-full of eggnog placed beside your ham slice, you gulped it down and then smiled. “It really is delicious, Morgan. Merry Christmas!”
She returned your smile warmly, with perhaps a faint touch of pink in her cheeks. “Merry Christmas, Hunter. Let’s make it a great day.”
A blindingly fast form dashed into the room and struck a confident pose. “Great day? This’ll totes be the greatest day, like, ever!” The energetic figure proclaimed loudly, bursting with enthusiasm. It was, of course, Avery, as dramatic and bombastic as always.
You turned to look at Avery, and were momentarily stunned by the pink-haired girl’s attire. A silky, low-cut red crop-top adorned her chest and left most of her lean stomach bare. The top was lined with white fluffy trim. Similarly, she had one an incredibly short red miniskirt that flared out as she moved, and was also lined with white fluffy trim. A matching red and white hat sat adorably on her head, completing the look. In summary: Sexy Santa.
Avery sauntered over to the couch and plopped down. She flashed you a huge grin. “Merry Christmas, Hunter! Today is gonna be super-duper fun!”
“I hope so too, Avery.” You chuckled, still amazed even now at how overbearingly high-energy the girl was.
The last member of your four-person crew finally meandered into the room, carefully balancing her plate, which was stacked high with ham and other assorted foods. Though you couldn’t see her face behind her wobbling plate of food, it wasn’t hard to figure out who it was. For starters, process of elimination made the answer stupidly obvious. However, secondly, the proportions of her body alone confirmed her identity instantly as the ever-apathetic Quinn.
Of course, Quinn’s apathy had dried up considerably in the past few months as the black-haired girl had opened up to everyone. She was still reserved and analytical, and her tough love approach towards you and tinies in general had only grown stronger. Seemingly, so had her already outrageously curvaceous figure. Though dressed conservatively on paper by wearing a snowy white sweater and black leggings, Quinn’s immensely developed body stretched the fabric of both sweater and leggings to their absolute limits, and it was quite hard not to stare.
Taking a seat, Quinn set her plate down then looked at you. “Merry Christmas, Hunter. These have sure been some wild months, haven’t they?”
You nodded with a wry grin. “Definitely. I’m really glad that they happened though. I cherish all of our memories together.”
Quinn rolled her eyes at your sappy but heartfelt sentiment, and couldn’t fully suppress her own small smile. She then paused and blushed a second later, causing you to wonder exactly what had just gone through her head.
Avery, barely chewing through her meal before speaking, gushed excitedly. “What are we gonna do, guys? There’s so much Christmas-y things we need to do! Totes required holiday fun!" She bounced in her seat. "What about all of our gifts, huh?"
You looked at the exuberant girl soothingly. "Presents can wait until later, Avery. Besides..." You began, then trailed off. For some reason, your mind was having trouble remembering everything correctly. You HAD bought a present for everyone, right?
Heedless to your internal concern, Morgan leaned back in her chair and rubbed her chin. “I’m game for whatever. Let’s just all pool our ideas and then settle on a plan of action.”
Recovering from a moment ago, Quinn nodded in agreement with Morgan’s suggestion. A minute then passed, while the four of you chowed through the rest of your breakfast and thought about what to do on your first Christmas day together as a group. The day was still young, after all.
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