The Long Pull: Wankin' In A Winter Wonderland
An XXX-Mas Carol by D.
(Thanks to a helpful German reader for correcting my German!)
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Cindy didn't think anything could get her out of her bed right now.
Her last final had just wrapped up less than an hour ago. She was nearly late to it because she had to turn in a ten-page paper to a different professor before it started. Her arms ached from all the typing, all the time reading in bed, holding the book open with her thumb, struggling to stay awake.
Her phone buzzed against her desk, slightly muffled with the pile of papers and other crap that had accumulated from days of having no time to be as neat as she would like. Rather than let it buzz away pointlessly like a fly trapped under a plastic cup, Cindy rolled to the end of the bed and looked at her phone.
"Can we talk? I'm outside." The text read.
It was from someone in her contacts list named "Meg." If she hadn't managed to bring her phone back to life after dropping it in a puddle when chasing a shuttle a few weeks ago, she might have lost her contacts and not even known who had sent this text.
Suddenly, she remembered. Meg was a common enough name, but the only one she ever gave her number to was Meg Knochenmus. She once was Cindy's partner in Human Sexuality, which was not a euphemism for anything fun.
Cindy stood up and grabbed her coat.
Meg was waiting for her just outside the entrance to her dorm. She had very light blonde hair tucked into a plush knitted hat. She wore a black overcoat and thick leggings under a skirt. When she saw Cindy emerge from the entrance, she pocketed her phone and replaced her glove.
"Hey." Meg smiled her shockingly white teeth at her, framed by her red lips. "How are the finals?"
"Ask me when the grades come in." Cindy shivered, holding her arms close to her. "What brings you out here?"
"I... wanted to talk to you about something." Meg explained. Her English was nearly perfect, as was the English of every German student Cindy had ever met. The only noteworthy difference was Meg's W's sounding slightly more like V's.
"Can we do it inside? It's freezing out here."
"Of course." Meg pointed a single finger up and bent down to grab something from the nearby grass, now dead from the absence of Persephone. It was a cardboard tray with two cusp tucked into the precut slots.
"Oh, that's just what I fancy right now." Cindy reached for one of them. "Are they any different?"
"One's coffee, one's cocoa. I'll drink whatever one you don't want." Meg pointed to each cup in turn.
An important choice sat before her. If Cindy drank the coffee, she might find herself moderately productive for the rest of the day. Or perhaps she'd be spread out on her bed, waiting for her heart to stop beating so fast so she could grab a nap.
Cindy accepted the cocoa.
Back in the warmth of Cindy's dorm room, Meg started drinking the coffee. She sat on the naked mattress across from Cindy's bed. That entire side of the room was almost entirely vacant, but for posters left on the wall.
"Where is your roommate?"
"Back home, I assume. Her last final was days ago." Cindy answered. "I'm supposed to start moving into temp housing in another dorm." She looked around to all her stuff, thinking about how much of it she could do without for the next three weeks. Other than the leftover books and the bed, she could think of very little.
"You're not going home for the holidays?"
"I can't afford to fly home."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Meg sipped the coffee. "I can't either. But my family's on the other side of the planet."
"You live off-campus, right?" Cindy asked. "That's why you were late to half the Human Sexuality classes."
"I was not sleeping in. I just could never find parking." Meg said. "That professor... at least she didn't flunk me for being late like the syllabus had threatened. I still remember that class, when you went in front of everyone and came out as a futanari."
"Yeah, that was when all the guys stopped sitting near me because they were no longer trying to flirt with me." Meg looked away. "I think I preferred living in stealth. Nobody out here knew until I said something. Even in other classes, it felt like people start to give me a wide berth, like I had a disease or something."
"Being a futa isn't considered as... unusual as it once was. Have you heard of those coffee shops where there are futa waitresses who walk around naked and you can get them to jerk off into your coffee?" Meg asked.
"I've heard of them, but they don't really exist in Virginia." Cindy said, suddenly looking down at her sweet cocoa with alarm. "Why? That's not where this is from, is it?"
"No, of course not." Meg said. "This is just regular coffee. The closest one of those shops is in Denver. I would not drive that far for coffee, but I would drive that far to avoid drinking Starbucks."
The suspicious eye Cindy had given her coffee now went to Meg herself. "Why do you bring this up?"
"Well... I am a business major, and I have been trying to... what's the word? Schmoooze? Schmooze my way around and make contacts in the area. One of them is a contracting firm that is having trouble finding someone to work a client's Christmas Eve corporate party."
"What kind of work?"
Meg paused. "Making drinks."
"Is that a euphemism?" Cindy didn't look amused.
"They need two futa to make eggnog. They have these implants, like they use at the coffee shops. They will make everything taste like eggnog, and when someone wants one, they will..."
Meg hesitated. To say all this out loud, it really did seem ridiculous.
She gestured with one hand closed into an O-shape and moved it up and down, the official sign language for 'wank.'
"They will whip it up it for them."
Cindy looked off to either side of her. "OK... where are we going to find another futa?"
Meg looked away. She wore a tight, embarrassed smile.
"Really?!" Cindy shouted. "You're a futa?"
She nodded.
"You're a futa and you just sat there while everyone eyed me like I was a freak in that class?"
"I'm sorry..." Meg's hands went together in her lap, tugging at her scarf. "I really thought I had the courage to tell everyone. I'm not ashamed at all of who I am, but I... lost my nerve that day when I saw how everyone else reacted."
Cindy growled unhappily. "I don't think I want to do this."
"I haven't even told you how much we'll be paid."
"I don't think it'll make a--"
Meg said a number out loud.
Cindy leaned back.
"That's for all night?"
"That's the WAGE. That's per hour."
"That hour is more than I make in two weeks."
"Now you see why I came here."
"Because I'm the only other futa that you know."
"Yes." Meg admitted. "We can go there, work for four hours, jerk off in front of people we've never met and will never see again, and have a lovely windfall for post-Christmas shopping."
Cindy's free hand went to her heart, to the key of the zipper of her hooded sweatshirt. As much as her first act coming out as a futanari was unpleasant... how nice would it be to live in a world where it didn't have to be such a secret? Living in 'stealth' just condemned her futa sisters and those that would follow them to the same burden. And there was something undoubtedly intriguing of being so exposed in front of people she'd never see again. They might judge her, they might be disgusted... they might be aroused.
Cindy took hold of her left arm by the wrist, covered by the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She took in a sharp breath. "I think I can do this."
Meg grinned. "Wonderful! They want to sign the contracts in a few days. Then they'll do some tests to make sure we can actually... make the drinks. In fact, if you don't want to move into temp housing... you could live at my apartment in the city for the winter. Then you wouldn't have to move anything but your clothes and whatever else you need."
That was a proposal Cindy found much less difficult to comprehend. She wondered why Meg hadn't started with that one. "That would help me a ton, actually, but... do you have two beds?"
"No, but we can switch between the couch and the bed on alternating nights if you want. Trust me, the amount of money I'd earn for this party is much more than my rent for one month, so I wouldn't mind having you around if it helps you, no matter how loud you snore."
Cindy suddenly felt relaxed for the first time since the start of finals. Maybe it was the cocoa. Maybe it was Meg graciously relieving her of the latest problem that was stressing her out.
"Let's do this." Cindy smiled. "On one condition."
"Name it."
"I don't necessarily believe that you ARE a futa." Cindy stated.
She had more to say than that, to walk Meg down the garden path of how she might prove such a thing, but Meg jumped forward in her script. She stood from the bed, set her coffee down on the empty desk, pulled her skirt up, dug her hand into her leggings and pulled herself out over the waistband.
A trace of crimson came to Cindy's cheeks, and not from the blustery cold wind they'd endured outside. That... certainly proved it.
"How about you?" Meg said, allowing herself to hang out of her leggings. "If you can't have it out in front of me, you'll never be ready to be in front of strangers."
Cindy put down her cocoa on her desk, stood up, hooked both thumbs into her pants... and pulled them down until she was free of them.
Meg chuckled. "Nice." She said.
Cindy pulled up her pants.