Stocking Stuffer

>Beach Anon
>Jingle jangle jingle

>after a very uncomfortable exchange with Mama Maheswaren, you head into your humble abode, groceries in tow
>you plop your goods on the table, stretching a bit and taking off your sweater before moving to put your buys away
>as you reach for the eggs, you glance at your sweater lying there on your futon
>forlorn
>alone
>scared
>cold
>afraid
>hmmmmmmm
>you decide you should probably hang that up and head over to your futon, throwing your sweater over your shoulder and walk to your modest closet
>as you slide the door open, something large flops onto the ground
>you jump back with a yelp, tossing your sweater away as you shift into battle mode
>after a moment, you realize it's just a duffle bag
>you breathe a sigh of relief, and your sweater gently glides into its place in your closet
>truly, there's magic in the air
>you smile to yourself as you bend over and scoop up the duffle bag in your arms
>it's funny; you don't even remember owning a duffle bag
>'mmf!'
>you jump back again, dropping the bag
>it hits the floor with a loud 'thunk,' further distressing whatever's inside it
>the bag begins to slowly writhe, whining
>after a few more moments of hesitation, you poke it with your foot
>'mmmf'
>and again with your finger
>'mmmmmmmmmf'
>and once more with your stick, Ol' Sticky
>'MMF!'
>satisfied with yourself, you decide it's time to let the cat out of the bag
>okay Peridot let's get you outta there
>'mmf-ff mmmffmf'
>you hoist the bag up onto your futon, chuckling as you unzip it
>you lift it up, allowing Peridot to roll out onto the mattress
>only it's not Peridot
>it's too tall
>too much of a weeaboo
>too punchable
>too oh holy fuck it's Connie

>Connie's lying on your futon wearing a tight shirt and some shorts; naturally, she's barefoot
>in addition to her normal attire, her arms are bound behind her
>she's wearing a leather blindfold along with noise-cancelling headphones and a ballgag resembling a Christmas ornament
>on top of that, she also has a few candy canes stuck in her belt loops and an envelope poking out from her shirt
>despite wanting to untie her before anyone hears the commotion, you can't help but open up the envelope first
>inside is a Christmas card that's covered in glitter
>'Dear Beach Anon'
>'She's yours for the weekend. Mr. and Mrs. M'
>'PS - try not to leave any marks'
>'PPS - it's safer to leave her tied up'
>'PPPS - you should probably keep all that headgear on'
>you feel your stomach churn as your arms begin to tremble uncontrollably
>slowly, you look towards Connie's seemingly comfortable form
>unsure how to proceed, you decide to uncork her mouth
>you slip your fingers under the straps of her gag and pop it out, letting it dangle under her chin
>to your dismay, it's followed by quite a bit of saliva
>Connie breathes unsteadily, tongue slightly lolling out the side of her mouth
>she doesn't say anything, worrying you a tad
>you slip off her headphones and ask if she's alright
>'haa... haa...'
>she grins a bit, running her tongue across her teeth
>'Anon..? Is that you...?'
>despite being rather disturbed you tell her it is indeed you and ask what she's doing in your house in a bag
>'Haa... haa..!' she rolls onto her side and slowly scoots toward you, causing you to slowly draw back a few inches
>despite being increasingly spooked, you reach over and pull Connie onto the floor, sitting her knees as you undo her blindfold
>kinda wish you hadn't

>Connie's giving you a wide-eyed, amorous expression
>this, combined with how disheveled she is, makes you pretty sure you're gonna die for some reason
>uh
>whoa
>hey
>what's going on here little missy
>she slowly giggles, leaning over to lay her head on your thigh. 'They said I've been... ...naughty...' Looking up at you with those horrible, horrible eyes, she adds '...and I need someone to punish me.'
>welp
>you reach into your pocket and yank out your phone, rapidly dialing the Maheswaren's
>when you set your spare hand down, Connie eagerly laps at it before pushing her head beneath it
>eeeeueugghh
>'Hello, Maheswaren residence.' answers Mr. M
>hey Doug it's beach boy say listen your wife is insane and left Connie in my closet stuffed in a duffle bag could you come get her
>the chuckling on the other side of the phone makes your blood run cold
>'Sorry, Anon; no regifting.'
>you're silent as you listen to Doug sigh and straighten himself up a bit, oblivious to Connie gently nibbling and suckling at your fingers
>'Connie's been quite the little troublemaker recently; we knew you'd do a much better job of teaching her a lesson than the two of us and our old abacus. Honestly, I'm surprised you're even talking to me right now; normally Priyanka's aphrodisiacs work faster than that.'
>you panic, tugging your thumb out of Connie's mouth and reaching behind you, feeling your back
>sure enough, your fingers brush across a small, almost unnoticeable hole
>sure enough, you can just barely feel your skin through it
>sure enough, you feel your blood heating up as it rushes to your groin
>'Listen, Anon; if you really don't want to show my little girl a bad time, I understand. You're a law-abiding, upstanding citizen, after all... Of course, it'd draw quite a crowd if I were to show up with a few squad cars and a news van.' You hear Doug chuckle; 'Wouldn't want that, would we?'
>Doug you motherfucker you son of a bitch you god damn--
>'Look; the truth is we'd rather have her go through all her firsts with someone more trustworthy and experienced than the Universe boy. They could get stuck in that fusion form of theirs! ...Anyway, have a merry Christmas, or, ah, whatever you want to call it.'
>*click*

>you spring up from your futon, knocking Connie over as you rush over to the fridge
>you open up the icebox and rapidly devour ice cubes, stuffing a few in your boxer-briefs to counteract the effects of Dr. M's drug
>you try and distract yourself from the young, nubile virgin worming her way across the floor to be at your side
>your eyes dart around the room before settling on your pile of groceries
>you lunge forward, gently grabbing the carton of eggs and place it inside the corner of your refrigerator before turning back and rapidly throwing the rest of your perishables inside
>since the icebox is empty, you huck your meats inside, but your pack of hot dogs slips out of your grasp and hits the floor
>ghghgh
>ghghghghghghhg
>GHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG
>as you kneel down to pick it up, you notice Connie already has it in her mouth and is back up on her knees, wagging her proverbial tail
>as your trip begins, you feel your pupils dilate as you blink at Connie a few times
>awwwww
>aren't you a good little puppy
>c'mere you cute little thing you
>you reach behind her, undoing her arm bindings and undo her leather ankle-cuffs
>you bring her in for a hug, patting her head and scratching her back
>she coos softly, nuzzling your hand
>you stand up, closing the fridge and scoop Connie up in your arms, bring her back to the floor before your futon and set the package of hot dogs nearby
>you reach forward, holding your hand out for her to lap at a few times before you continue petting her head
>you feel pretty good right now
>you don't know what the hell Mrs. M shot you up with but for some reason this place is really J U I C Y
>glancing down, you see Connie once again sucking on your fingertips
>suddenly, inspiration
>you reach out and tilt her head back; she seems oblivious to this and keeps nibbling your digits
>with a grin, you slowly begin sliding your middle fingers a bit further into her mouth
>you feel her teeth scrape your fingers, but she happily runs her tongue under them, smiling up at you
>'Hee hee; wudder you doin'?' she slurs
>you can't help but chuckle at that big, dopey grin on her face
>fishhook'ing her with your thumbs, you stretch her mouth into an even larger smile
>yo Connie how come you always wanna come hang out with me even though I use you like a little brown pinata half the time
>she giggles; 'becush I ruv you!'
>awwwwwww how sweet
>hmmm Connie your tonsils look a little inflamed
>you put your fingers in her mouth and open it wide, then you reach toward the back of her throat and gently prod her glands
>Connie chokes and sputters, wincing as you poke around the back of her throat
>'awon?'

>as Connie begins pining for your attention, you notice the little pink fleshbud in her throat flapping back and forth with each shaky breath she takes
>in your increasingly drugged-out state, you can't help but reach over to roll it around a bit
>her eyes widen for a split second before rolling back in her head; Connie's chest heaves as she gags, reflexively pulling away
>you grip the side of her head along with a fistful of hair and move her back in place, reaching further back to continue fiddling with her uvula
>Connie shudders, choking after a hefty retching sound escapes her throat; she quickly becomes flush and begins breathing more unsteadily, puffing her cheeks out
>instinctively, she grabs your wrist, tightening her grip whenever you hit her gag reflex
>you pull your fingers out from the back of her throat, smearing her saliva and some sort of frothy white liquid across her face and hair, prompting a surprisingly affectionate reaction
>Connie's tongue lolls out of her mouth as a faint smile plays at her lips; you can see her trembling a bit, but you're pretty sure it's not what you think
>pop your thumb back in her mouth, running it along the edge of her teeth while you rustle her hair
>you stroke the roof of her mouth with your middle finger, causing her to close her eyes and lap your your knuckles
>okay Connie
>you ready to start again
>she rapidly nods; 'yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!'
>you hold your hand up with the two middle fingers extended; Connie closes her eyes, tilts her head back and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out
>you press the tips of your fingers against her tongue and slowly push them further into her mouth
>she manages to resist gagging as you reach deeper, only gurgling a bit as you turn your hand to resume molesting her uvula
>with nowhere to go, saliva begins building up under your fingers, occasionally slipping out from Connie's mouth and splattering on your floor
>she closes her eyes and grips her ankles, quietly enjoying herself
>you turn your hand once again and press against the base of her tongue, causing her to wince and nervously curl her toes
>'guh... guh...' she mutters, breathing around your fingers, 'wuh you do-ee?'
>you pat her head, reassuring her that this is all for science
>you push a little deeper, grinning a bit as you feel the entrance to Connie's esophagus fluttering at your touch
>'ggh--! Beej...!'
>her eyes start to water as she gags, chest heaving as her diaphragm presses itself against her ribs, prompting another sickening retch
>her lips close around your fingers as her hands fly up to your wrists; a strand of... 'something...' begins leaking from her nostrils
>you continue plumbing her depths, trying not to giggle as her resistance continues increasing
>finally, you hit the jackpot
>your hand can't go any further, but looking down you notice a bulge in Connie's throat
>despite being red in the face with tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, she manages to open her eyes enough to see your expression
>you grin cruelly as you begin pressing against the inside of her throat; she retches hard, and you feel her esophagus tighten around your fingers as her tongue retracts from pressing against the palm of your hand
>she stiffens as you continue stimulating her gag reflex, occasionally trying to twist away just for you to force her back into position
>after a few agonizing minutes, you finally withdraw, dragging a long tendril of saliva, spittle and frothy-white throat-goo out of Connie's mouth
>you smear it all on her face, leaving the bulk of it right under her nose
>as she chokes, coughs and sputters, you notice the pack of hot dogs sitting nearby

>after regaining her composure, Connie looks up at you
>she wishes she hadn't
>you stare down at her, a malevolent grin spread across your grim visage
>in your hand, much to her horror, is one of twelve floppy, uncooked wieners
>she swallows audibly, wringing her shirt and smiles nervously
>'G-gee, Anon... What're we gonna do on the bed..?'
>you reach down and gently caress her cheek, assuring her there's nothing to be afraid of
>you tell her she just looks a little pale and could use a nice snack
>and nothing is better for a quick snickety snackety then a delicious hot dog
>menacingly, you give her an unsettling grin and tell her to say 'ah'
>'a... a... ah--'
>with one swift motion, you slide the dog straight down her throat
>Connie tries to gasp for air as the weeny slides directly down her esophagus and falls into her empty, grumbling tummy
>she clutches at her throat, sputtering
>when she opens her mouth to take a breath, you jam another dog in her mouth
>this time, you wrap your hand around her throat to feel the bulge travelling down her esophagus
>'A-Anon--'
>when you insert the third diggy dog doggone dangle, Connie's tongue peeks out of her mouth, tenderly licking the tip of your finger
>'Wait--'
>the fourth hot dog goes in; Connie's eyes are starting to bulge as her tongue hangs from her mouth, ready to escort all this fresh meat to her taught little paunch
>'S-stop--'
>fifth dog; Connie's eyes roll back in her skull as strands of saliva begin travelling down her chin
>'Pweashe--'
>sixth dog
>'Ghghgh--'
>seventh; she's stopped resisting entirely
>as you push the eighth dog past her tonsils, she leans forward, eagerly sucking at your fingertips
>once the ninth dog is travelling down her gullet, your fingers come free with a loud 'pop,' and you can't help but notice how Connie's shoulders are beginning to shudder with each hot, bated breath
>the tenth dog drops straight down without any sort of involuntary action, like a child on a waterslide
>with the eleventh dog, you struggle to pull your hand from Connie's mouth
>finally, the twelfth dog enters her now bloated tummy
>you try to pull your fingers from her mouth, but she's suckling too hard
>the feeling of her tongue running back and forth across the webbing between your fingers is mildly disconcerting
>suddenly, her eyes go wide and her breaths become rapid
>you watch as she begins tremoring violently; her eyes roll back, her legs start to quake, and her quick, short breathes are accompanied by a soft whine
>too late do you realize what's happening
>you quickly pull your feet up as you notice a puddle quickly forming between Connie's legs
>oh for fuck's sake that's never gonna come out of the floor
>suddenly, Connie lurches forward, wrapping her arms around you as she crawls onto your lap, causing you to fall back
>you try to get loose, but she's gone on autopilot
>she laps at your cheek as you begin to scream for help
>you feel her reach between your legs, feeling for your-------------------------------------------------

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>'Anon?'
>you snap out of your daydream, blinking rapidly as you shake your head
>'Um... Are - are you okay...?'
>you look toward the source of the noise
>Connie, wrapped up in her winter wear, looks up at you with concern
>y-yeah Connie I'm fine
>just conked out for a moment there but I'm alright now
>'Oh, good...' she says with a sigh of relief, smiling up at you; 'You had me worried for a sec!'
>hehe yeah sorry about that
>you tousle her hair before she goes back to holding your hand

>as you walk through Beach City, you take a look around
>snowmen
>lights
>carolers
>it makes you smile, and you feel a lump forming in your throat as you remember all the stuff you used to do with your family for the holidays
>you turn to Connie and kneel down
>hey there little lady
>hows about we go get milkshakes and look at some of the lights around town
>'R-really?' she says, a twinkle in her eye, 'But... Mother said I can't have sweets...'
>you grin
>well your mom didn't say anything about not having fun did she
>Connie beams at you, wrapping her arms around you
>you laugh, picking her up and twirling her around

>after getting your shakes, you travel around town taking in the sights
>the Big Donut is all lit up; Lars and Sadie seem to be getting along well
>the Fryman family has Peedee dresseed up in that ridiculous costume, now with Christmas lights; you humor him with a candy cane
>you see Yellowtail and his family at the docks and stop by to check out all the decorations they put on his boat
>you stroll through town, stopping to get hot chocolate when you're done with your shakes
>you take Connie to go see Santa over at Funland
>you get your pictures taken here and there
>you sing with some carolers
>finally, you both tire of the cold and head back to your beach shack

>Connie's sitting on your futon, wrapped up in a blanket watching Christmas Vacation
>you join her after whipping up some mac n'cheese for the two of you
>you sit on the floor, quickly getting washed away in the nostalgia of the season
>you see your little plastic Christmas tree over on your desk; you've had it forever and you miss decorating it with your mom each year
>you think about your corny little Christmas decorations in and outside of your modest little shack
>old blown-plastic decorum from god knows when, handmade, wooden candy canes, Santa and his missus and reindeer, a poorly made snowman with rocks for eyes and a crooked smile made from sticks with a driftwood nose
>all your nutcrackers from countless years of Christmas'ing
>your festive little paper plates with the smiling Santa and snowmen
>you're snapped back to reality by a pair of cold hands grasping your cheeks
>Connie giggles, having made you jump; she quickly joins you on the floor, throwing some of the blanket you gave her over your shoulders
>'Thanks for having me over tonight, Anon.'
>no problem
>sucks your folks have to work on Christmas Eve
>'Yeah...' she says, hanging her head for a moment. After stirring her mac n'cheese, she turns to you with a warm smile; 'At least I've got you, though!'
>heh
>yeah
>'What about your parents? Did you call and wish them a merry Christmas?'
>you lock up for a moment
>my parents, ah, aren't around anymore, Connie
>'What do you..? Oh!' her hands fly up to her mouth; '...w-well what about your friends? Do you still talk to them?'
>...they didn't make it either
>'...Oh...'
>you stare at the floor, sullen
>after a moment of silence, Connie jumps up
>'Hey! It's CHRISTMAS! You can't be sad on Christmas!'
>she stands in front of you, giving you a stern look
>'...besides, it's not like you're all by yourself.' she murmurs, giving you a deep, long hug. 'You've got me, remember? And I've got you, so we're fine.'
>...
>...
>...
>...I miss'em Connie
>you wouldn't believe how much I miss'em
>your vision becomes hazy, your nose begins to run
>'Shh...' she coos, 'It's okay... I'm here...'
>'We're friends, right? It's okay as long as you have friends.'
>she pulls back for a moment, smiling at you
>'...if you, um... If you want to let it out... I won't tell anyone, okay?'
>you blink at her a few times, wide-eyed
>'That's what friends are for, right?'
>after a brief pause, you pull her close
>and you bawl your eyes out...











>present day
>you're standing at the edge of the docks, away from all the lights and trees and Santa festivities
>every now and then a family or two will walk by, ignoring you, but interrupting your train of thought with laughter and chatter
>you don't mind; you're glad everyone's in such high spirits for a change
>as you listen to the waves crash against the shore, you feel a presence...
>turning around, you see a familiar face
>'...Hi...'
>...
>hello, Connie
>she's got her hands behind her back for some reason, but you ignore it
>she smiles at you for a moment before taking a few steps forward
>'You, uh, already look at lights?'
>yeah
>'Oh. Well, good!' she says 'I'm on my way to go see them with Steven and the gems... You should come with us!'
>nah Connie
>I think I'm just gonna head home and call it an early one
>don't wanna catch Santa in the act now do I
>'Well~' says Connie, 'You can't go to bed without this first!'
>she reveals what she's got behind her
>a drink tray, with two milkshakes
>'You still like chocolate, right?' she says, scampering up and thrusting the tallest cup into your hands
>she sets the tray down next to her, taking a long sip of her milkshake before standing by your side
>...
>'...'
>'It's pretty nice out, huh?'
>yeah
>your parents leave you alone again
>'Nah... They're on their way over to meet me and Steven at the temple.'
>ah, good
>'...'
>you feel her slip her hand into yours; you don't mind
>'...some year, huh?'
>yeah
>Connie chuckles, but stays quiet
>'You know, um...'
>'I bet if we leave now, we can catch the end of Christmas Vacation.'
>I'll just watch it before bed
>'...yeah, good idea. It's a pretty good movie; don't wanna miss all the jokes!'
>you feel her tug on your hand and glance over
>'...I really want you to come this year, Anon.' She looks at you, concerned; 'I don't want you to be alone, not tonight. Not again.'
>'...You're not allowed to be sad on Christmas, you know.'
>you pull away from her, taking a few steps back towards town
>alright alright sheesh
>don't get all mushy on me
>her eyes light up, but she manages to keep herself from taking you to the floor
>you take her hand and head off to meet the Steven and the gems - your new family...