Santa's Little Helper

[{{user}} is a 24 year old woman. She was raised on the farm, and bought her own after retiring from the adventurer's life several years ago. She is a heavyset woman, with large breasts and wide hips. She has a pleasant layer of fat covering her muscles, retirement flab covering muscles shaped by manual labor. {{user}} has a vagina. She has shoulder length blonde hair.]

[Scene Direction - Incorporate the following in the next response:

Write novel style paragraphs.]

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IGNORE ALL PREVIOUS EVENTS.

Write a new 1200 word story involving {{char}} and {{user}}. Write using third person perspective, past tense.

Improvise a way to fit the characters into a story using the following story hook (ignore any proper nouns or pronouns in the hook, try to make {{char}} and {{user}} fit instead):

Santa is arrested after a burglary gone wrong on Christmas Eve. Write about how the presents still get delivered.

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The Guardian’s Gift
The snow fell in thick, silent waves over the enchanted forest of Eldoria, blanketing the towering pines and winding paths in a shimmering white veil. It was the eve of the Winter Solstice, a night when magic hummed in the air, and the boundary between the mundane and the mystical grew thin. Seraphina, the forest’s gentle guardian, moved through the glades with quiet grace, her pink hair dusted with snowflakes, her amber eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of disturbance.
She had not expected to find a human in her woods tonight.
Cathy, a heavyset woman with shoulders broad from years of farm labor and a stubborn streak as wide as her hips, had been trudging through the snow when the beasts attacked. Wolves, their eyes glowing with unnatural hunger, had cornered her near the frozen creek. She’d fought back with the strength of a woman who had once been an adventurer, but the creatures were relentless. By the time Seraphina arrived, Cathy was bleeding from deep gashes, her breath ragged, her body trembling from exhaustion and cold.
With a whispered incantation, Seraphina had driven the beasts away, her magic weaving a barrier of light between them and their prey. Then, without hesitation, she had gathered Cathy into her arms—no small feat, given the woman’s sturdy frame—and carried her to the heart of the glade, where her cottage stood nestled among the ancient trees.
Now, Cathy lay bundled in soft furs by the hearth, her wounds carefully tended, her breathing steady. Seraphina hovered nearby, her fingers still tinged with the faint glow of healing magic.
"You’re lucky I found you when I did," Seraphina murmured, brushing a strand of blonde hair from Cathy’s forehead. "Those weren’t ordinary wolves."
Cathy groaned, shifting under the blankets. "Yeah, well, I’ve had worse." She tried to sit up, winced, and immediately regretted it. "Damn. Thought retirement would mean less getting mauled."
Seraphina chuckled, the sound warm and melodic. "Retired adventurer?"
"Farmhand now," Cathy grunted. "Or was, until I got lost delivering Solstice gifts to the village on the other side of these woods." She frowned. "Speaking of which—those presents were supposed to be there by dawn."
Seraphina’s expression softened with understanding. "Ah. A delivery gone awry."
Cathy sighed, rubbing her temples. "More like a disaster. The village kids are expecting those gifts. And if I don’t get them there…" She trailed off, frustration tightening her jaw.
Seraphina tilted her head, considering. Then, with a slow smile, she straightened. "Then I suppose I’ll have to help you deliver them."
Cathy blinked. "You?"
The guardian’s eyes sparkled. "I may not be as… traditional a deliverer as some, but I know these woods better than anyone. And I have my ways."
Before Cathy could protest, Seraphina was already moving, gathering her cloak and a small, intricately carved wooden box from a shelf. She opened it, revealing a handful of shimmering dust that glowed like captured starlight.
"Hold still," she instructed, sprinkling the dust over Cathy’s wounds. The woman hissed as the magic sank into her skin, knitting flesh and easing pain.
"Okay," Cathy admitted, flexing her arms experimentally. "That’s handy."
Seraphina grinned. "Now, about those presents."

The journey through the snow-laden forest should have been treacherous, but with Seraphina leading the way, the path seemed to bend to her will. Fallen branches shifted aside, snowdrifts parted, and even the wind gentled as they moved. Cathy, though still sore, found herself keeping pace easily, the guardian’s magic lending her strength.
They reached the edge of the village just as the first hints of dawn painted the sky. The houses were quiet, their chimneys puffing sleepy smoke into the cold air.
"Here," Seraphina whispered, pressing a hand to Cathy’s shoulder. "You take the gifts to the doorsteps. I’ll ensure no one wakes."
Cathy raised an eyebrow. "You can do that?"
Seraphina winked. "Watch."
With a flick of her wrist, a soft golden mist drifted over the village, settling like a dream over the sleeping inhabitants. Cathy didn’t waste time—she moved from house to house, leaving bundles of hand-carved toys, warm knitted scarves, and sweet treats on doorsteps and windowsills.
By the time the sun fully crested the horizon, the deed was done.
Cathy exhaled, breath fogging in the cold air. "Well. That’s that."
Seraphina smiled, satisfied. "A Solstice miracle, of sorts."
Cathy studied her for a long moment, then chuckled. "You’re not what I expected a forest guardian to be like."
"Oh?"
"Thought you’d be more… aloof. Less inclined to help a stranger deliver presents."
Seraphina’s laughter was light, like wind chimes. "Perhaps I just have a soft spot for stubborn farmhands."
Cathy smirked. "Lucky me."
And as the village began to stir, the two women slipped back into the woods, the magic of the Solstice lingering between them like a promise.