"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, a creature was stirring, wondering who stole the cookies!"  Lara yelled from the kitchen.  "It's late, and I need to decorate them!"

"I already did!"  Milly responded from the living room.  "Some of my best work!"

Lara stomped her way to the living room.  "I don't seem to remember you ever…" she trailed off.

Milly stood between the tree and the fireplace, naked except for a pair of cookies in her hands covering her breasts and a piece of mistletoe hanging from a string on her hips.  A strategically placed glass of milk on the table blocked the view between her legs.

"You drew nipples on them."  Lara was blushing hard and tried to sound stern while suppressing a laugh.

"You married me, you knew what you were getting into.  Now, who's going to taste my Christmas offerings?  Hmmm??"

Lara couldn't really complain. She'd been baking in nothing but an apron that said, 'Taste my sweetness,' so it would be hypocritical.  Just as she started to unfasten her apron to get down to business, something fell into the fireplace and snuffed it out.  Stunned, standing in the glow of the lights on the tree, the two women were surprised to see a man in a red suit between them.  The fire roared back to life as he stood up and patted his amble ass to clear the soot.

"I'm interrupting something."  Santa chuckled as he looked between the women.

"I thought you knew if we were sleeping or awake?"  Milly asked.

Lara, still stunned, didn't hold tightly enough to keep her apron up, and the listened knots came free from her breasts, pushing on it.  She didn't react to baring all to Santa.

"Last house put some Irish cream in the milk."  Santa gave his head a shake.

"That mean I can talk at least one of us onto the nice list?"  Milly asked hopefully.  "If it's not too late."

"Unfortunately for everyone, I don't need magic powers to know that anymore.  I get everyone's browser history.  Makes my job a lot easier."

"Oh no…" Lara turned ghostly white.

Santa turned to her, "You are lucky Mrs. Clause is into a lot of those things.  So you get a pass."  He turned to Milly.  "You, on the other hand, seem to draw art for furies.  How many times have my poor reindeer been turned into big tittied anthro characters having kinky sex?"

Milly was suddenly terrified.  "Like, some multiple of one-times?"

Santa stared at her.  "That is the single most clever excuse I have ever heard.  But it won't put you on the nice list."

"Milk and cookies!"  Milly blurted out, not thinking clearly.

Santa walked over and gently took a cookie, his fingers gently caressing her breast as he did.  After eating it, he did the same with the other, never breaking eye contact.  With the cookies done and her breasts in full view, Santa took the glass of milk and drank it down without taking a breath.  Only after he finished did he glance down at the mistletoe.  

"You are a good wife.  Lucky for you, that's more important than your art.  Now, let's get to those gifts."  Santa turned around to the tree and opened his sack.  First, he pulled out a festively wrapped box with a fancy name tag with 'Lara' written on it."

"I wonder what it is."  Milly mused, watching to see what hers would look like.

"It's too small for a less sarcastic wife, maybe it's a muzzle."  Lara enjoyed the annoyed look from Milly, who stuck her tongue out.

"And for Milly…"  Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a long object in the shape of a horse phallus wrapped in farm-themed paper.  "God damn it…"

"It's for reference!"  Milly shouted in her defense.  

"I'm out of here."  Santa was clearly 'done' with the women.  "I've got millions more homes to visit."

"Bye, Santa!  Thanks for not giving us coal!"  Milly shouted after him as he snuffed out the fire again to get back up the chimney.  

"I'm carbon-free!  I give out tax audits now!"  Santa yelled back down at them.

Lara trotted over to the tree and opened her gift.  "Son of a…"

Milly looked in the box to see an extra large mounted strapon.  "Those elves are kinky fuckers aren't they?"

"Unwrap yours, let's put them together, and I will do to you what you draw those poor reindeer getting done to them,"  Lara demanded.

Milly squeaked and did as she was told.  Soon, she was being towered over by Lara, who was wearing a massive horse phallus as big as her arm.  "Please be gentle."

"Were your drawings gentle?"  Lara asked, directing her wife to get on all fours and turn around.

Milly did as she was told, "No."

"Then be happy I keep lube next to the fire."  Lara slathered it onto the massive toy and could see her wife already dripping in anticipation.

Milly could feel Lara pressing the tip against her.  "I love you."  Her voice quivered.  

"I love you too."  Lara pushed it hard to get the head in and watched as it slid deep into her wife.

Milly gasped and panted as she was penetrated, climaxing almost instantly just to cope with the massive toy.

Lara came at the same time.  "Hot damn, I felt that through the toy.  Those elves really are kinky fuckers!"

As Milly felt herself at the mercy of her wife's eager thrusts, her breasts swinging under her with the mistletoe she still wore, she had to agree.

Six hours later

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring because they reversed roles, and now neither can walk,"  Lara said to Milly as they lay on the couch in front of the fire.