Once Upon a Starry Night

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This is a standalone story for my Starry Night characters.

Contains smoking and twist on Santa.

Merry Christmas/Happy holidays.

Once upon a Starry Night

Boxing Day Morning

Nicole was exhausted, extremely full, and could be argued more than a little tipsy. She had just spent the last twenty-four hours powering around the globe behind nine braying reindeer delivering gifts to all the good boys and girls. She was glad to be finally home.

Home being the vast cold wastelands that were the North Pole.

The last set of mince pies and numerus glasses of port in Alaska had yet again nearly killed her. But she dutifully guzzled them all. Rudolf as ever did an amazing leading the reindeers almost on autopilot. She was useless as she burped and giggled her way along singing drunkenly and badly out of tune. As with every year they all got back safely. The reindeer were useful as ever. As for time in memorial Santa on the homeward leg was not really in control of the sleigh by the end. Santa would not be able to drive a car. Her dad used to rave and talk for hours on the love that last very drunken sprint home.

She unsteadily climbed off the sleigh, her large almost knee hight black booted foot missing the bottom step three times before her feet finally reached the snow. She then she had tried to go and stroke, pat, and personally thank each of the reindeer. Again, just repeating what her dad did it every time. She felt duty bound to follow. They were also tired, grumpy, and also extremely full of carrots.

Then with a bit of focus as the large snowflakes started to fall around her yet again. With a tired groan she unhitched the sleigh and the reigns, and they the reindeer brayed and moaned before nodding at each other. They were good at looking after themselves. One of the elves who should have been up and ready to look after them. But yet again they were clearly still fast asleep. Nicole watched as they started plodding slowly off towards their barn. She looked up and squeezed her thighs together as she, grimaced her bladder twinged again. She then made a not so straight line ‘beeline’ to toilet behind the wooden door on her right. She had been waiting since squatting off the back of the sleigh whilst going over the Great Lakes and was now beyond desperate. Her dad never had such logistically challenges. She had now found that the suit was a little moist.

She staggered back out the door shivering as the wind gusted. She pulled her large red coat back on again. It was bitterly cold outside her little cabin in the North Pole. It was however quiet; the wind was only gently blowing between the buildings. Through the net curtains on the window opposite she could see there was a fire burning brightly and warmly in the fireplace. Everyone else she hoped was in bed; their stress had been high 72-24 hours before loading everything on to the sleigh.

Nicole smiled as she opened the front door to her quarters, Jess had again been good to her. Next to her large red comfy chair was a plate full of neatly cut turkey sandwiches. There was a thermos full of warm brandy. She really shouldn’t drink or eat another morsel, but if there was ever an excuse, it was Christmas. She was also acting up as Father Christmas. That was certainly an excuse. She also under pressure to gain weight. The elves complained that she had got her mother’s figure, not her father’s overly large rotund one. The elves were desperate for her to fatten up like her dad. They seemed to be doing everything with their fatty food-based powers to achieve it. She chuckled to istanbul travesti herself as the kind thought from Jess was there. What was wrong with some more food and drink, it really wouldn’t hurt.

She smiled as she shuffled and staggered towards the bed and with tired world-weary sigh. Before she sat down, she started to slowly peel the red sweaty saturated Santa suit off her body. She paused. She jumped even though she knew it was going to happen. There was an almost whirlwind as the Santa magic took hold. Nicole was Nicole again. The suit now had 11 months to air out before she needed it next. Then she unclipped and shed the equally sweaty and uncomfortable white fat suit she had to wear under the outfit. She was growing as per the rules, but according to the chief Elf Alabaster, she still wasn’t big enough yet. Then came the white wig and beard which was triumphantly pulled off next. She twisted her neck and ran her hands over her scalp undoing the clips that let down her blonde locks, she was just over 30, and not yet big enough or old enough to truly be the world’s image of Santa Claus.

However, if things continued as they were, she had grand plans on redesigning the image next year, but she said that every year. Her father was still very much alive, if sadly bed ridden. He was of course everyone’s idea of Santa.

No one was really sure what would happen to Nicole once her father passed away. The elves were still in the library reading up on it. There must have been an only daughter at some point in the history of Santa.

She pushed her arms against the bed and groaning got up and in just her tight fitted white thermal underwear that sculpted her now chunky body as she slowly walked down the wooden planked hallway at the end of her cabin. The hallway led through to her fathers’ quarters. The floorboards creaked as she petite thick sock covered toes attempted to silently stagger along the artistically pinned along red tinsel lined corridor. The fact that she was staggering proved she was still drunk. She still had to get to her father’s room. With a deep breath of anticipation, she quietly twisted the brass knob to open the door hoping it didn’t squeak too loudly and walked in.

Nicole paused as she stood beside the bed and smiled as she saw the large grey bearded old man sleeping quietly under his thick red duvet. She affectionately brushed his unruly hair away from his forehead placed a kiss on her cheek and told him everything had gone well. Her father stirred, smiled, and turned his head slightly and went back into his sleep.

Nicole Claus was the most recent Santa Claus in a long line of Claus’s. The elves had taken the decision to retire her father due to ill health a few years ago. He was no longer up for it. Too old and too tired. They had then suggested that as his only daughter, Nicole had to take over.

This is why she had the plan, in time, she planned to reinvent the image of Santa with a modern, cute, and sexier image. Something the modern good boys and girls and dads would find equally hot on a cold winter’s night.

Straightening her thermal long sleeve top she left her dad and slowly made her way back to her private living room and sighed loudly as she sat down in her comfy chair. Smiling to herself she poured her first of many well-earned brandies from the thermos. With the alcohol burning her throat she winced, then smiled again as she reached over and pulled out a cigarette, she flicked her lighter and lit up a Marlboro Menthol.

Not only was she the newest Santa to take over the reins of the sleigh; she was travesti istanbul also the first Santa to smoke since her great grandfather had smoked a pipe fifty or sixty years ago. She pushed her head back into the soft feather stuffed headrest of her chair and closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment as the delightful smoke hit her waiting lungs as she inhaled deeply. This was her first cigarette she had since Christmas Eve. Even she cannot smoke as they travelled at highspeed across the globe on the sleigh. Yet. One day she hoped to be able too. As for now. Everyone, even Nicole was fully aware someone might catch a glimpse and complain.

She had dearly been looking forward to her cigarette. It had been far too long a wait. The five Nicorette patches on her arm ran out hours ago.

Nicole sat there is silence gulping large mouthfuls of brandy and lighting cigarette after cigarette as she sat there alone, the wind blowing the snow hard against the windows as she sat and attempted to mentally defrag after a hard 48 hours. The organisation and packing that went in before departure, whilst highly rehearsed, was still extremely stressful. She could see there and then why her dad could no longer do it.

As she sat, bringing the filter back repetitively to her lips she thought back to the first time she had smoked. Nicole had taken over the yearlong role of devising the list of Good Girls and Boys during their acts. Everyone knew that Nicole as going to have to take over from her father Nick at some point in the future, and everyone was concerned that when asked to practice her “Ho, Ho, Ho!” It was well just too light and feminine.

Ginger Elf had shouted out from the back “You need to smoke 40 a day to get the voice right.” The rest of the group had gasped in shock, but the seed had been sown.

She was assisting her father one Christmas. Riding in the sleigh holding on for dear life as they darted across the night sky, with pulses beating hard as they raced the rising sun from the east. There was one particular focus for Nicole. They were delivering gifts to a young woman named Paula, in her early 20s. She had taken Nicole’s eye much earlier in the year. She was pretty and kind girl. The sort that Nicole liked.

When her father was sleeping Nicole would spend time late at night on Santa cam, she had monitored Paula for ages. As well as being an intern at a fashion magazine, she also volunteered with the Salvation Army in her spare time, she was firmly in the good list since she was a young child. However, during the last twelve months Paula had been “flagged” by the elves. Paula had become influenced by her peers, and whilst socialising had even tried smoking. Whilst in the past Nicole’s father may immediately have placed Paula on the naughty list. Nicole kept flipping her back to good as her own fascination deepened as over time. She watched from afar the beautiful young woman and her slow descent from a social smoker to having a full-blown smoking addiction.

Nicole watched on close up from her far away destination as Paula tentatively drew lightly on the Kool menthol, Nicole willed her one as she blew out that first cloud of smoke. Nicole thought the look of the cigarette placed delicately between Paula’s fingers complemented her petite frame. She looked sexy. Nicole had watched on as her colleagues coached Paula during the evenings over several glasses of wine as she worked past the coughing phase after a few drags and was able to manage her first inhales before the cigarette was finally extinguished.

Over the following months, Nicole would istanbul travestileri keep coming back to monitor Paula as she loyally followed her smoking colleagues towards her guaranteed addiction. Accepting their offer of a cigarette on a frequent basis. Over time the lighter drags deepened, and Paula’s posture relaxed with each cigarette break. The effort to fit in soon became a daily routine. As Paula felt bad for stealing her work mates’ cigarettes. One afternoon Nicole managed to observe Paula purchase her first ever pack of cigarettes and smiled as she lit up her first cigarette on break to the surprise of her colleagues. As Paula’s addiction deepened, sitting alone in the north pole Nicole’s own intrigue into smoking had intensified and multiplied.

At night after settling down the reindeers, she would lie in her room and pleasure herself to the thought of Paula sucking hard on a cigarette, imaging the smoke as it entered her lungs, and giving off an extreme buzz.

Having managed to fudge the naughty and nice lists, one Christmas whilst dropping off presents under Paula’s small plastic Christmas tree, Nicole had spotted an open pack of cigarettes in Paula’s living room. She had swiped just two of them, as not to cause offense. As well as satisfying her own curiosity. The whole trip back to the North Pole Nicole could feel an excitement burning in her pocket. Those cigarettes were Paula’s.

For Nicole now in charge of flying the sleigh she would occasionally briefly stop the sleigh to watch people smoke on the street walking home from midnight Mass or late at night after a late night of drinking. She knew even a few of elves smoked. But that was in secret. She had no idea where they got the cigarettes.

After her 24 hours on the sleigh, Nicole was distracted by the two paper cylinders in her pocket. When she and her father had returned to the North Pole, the very next morning she went out the back of the workshop and after finding a pack of matches had lit up one of Paula’s cigarettes. Oh, the buzz she got. She knew right away that she was going to smoke. It was like electric pleasure had gone through her body. She was born to smoke.

A few days later, she was smoking the second of the cigarettes out the back of workshop at night and she heard the door slam. ‘Shit’, she had thought it was her father. But it wasn’t. It had only been Butterscotch, one of the elves. She watched as Butterscotch hid behind a workbench and soon there was a cloud of smoke above her head as she lit up. Nicole went over, her own a cigarette dangling from her lips and towered over Butterscotch as she let out a gasp.

They now had a rather important bond. They sat there and talked about smoking, and with them both in trouble Butterscotch promised to get her smokes. There was a secret military base on the Pole, and Butterscotch and her buddies, Ginger, and Pixie would steal smokes from them.

It had caused a little consternation between the elves, that Butterscotch had got the “ear” of the new boss because of the smoking situation.

They had kept her supply up for three years when her father finally caught her. He was getting older and tended not to roam around anymore. Nicole and the elves felt safer. Until that day. He had walked around site. They had let their guard down.

Nicolas Claus had been disappointed in her, but what could he do then? He finally accepted the habit, and the next year, on Boxing Day Nicole was surprised to find in her bedroom there was a massive collection of cartons of cigarettes, sourced from around the world for her.

With pressure from the elves the following Christmas Nicole had stepped up and started learning the trade. To had taken the opportunity of a side hustle and had dropped off an extra present that Paula hadn’t asked for. A bright red Rampant Rabbit. Nicole had got the elves to engrave

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