Author's Note: Please note that this story features hyper sized dicks, balls and breasts, with extreme loads of semen, futanari, extreme pregnancy (we're not talking octuplets here), and general insanity. If that's your thing, then read on. Merry (belated) Christmas and Happy New Year.
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Crystal slumped back into her chair as she scrolled through the disappointing array of items on eBay. Pots, mirrors, portraits, rare coins. None of them suited her girlfriend at all. She closed the page and moved onto Amazon, but found a string of similarly lacking options. That meant the old-fashioned way; store hunting. She wouldn't be opposed to it if summer and winter switched weather for the year. The young woman shrivelled into her blanket as she glanced outside at the snow fall.
There were only a few days until Christmas. The streets would be crowded by last minute shoppers, a sin that she was equally guilty of, all rushing to get last minute gifts at bargain prices. Crystal shut down her computer and went about gathering her winter clothes. A warm, fluffy jacket over a mockingly Hawaiian style jumper, with tights under her thickest jeans. She pulled a hat over her chin length hair, then tugged her gloves on to complete the defence.
"Now or never," Crystal muttered under her breath as she stood before the door. She zipped up her boots, wriggling her toes to make sure they hadn't grown any. At age eighteen, the college freshman was still seeing the effects of puberty, though it wasn't kind to her curves. Not that anyone could see through her thick layers.
She summoned her courage and marched outdoors. Instantly, she regretted it when a gust of cold rushed her face, sending a flurry of snow against her skin. A full-body shudder coursed through her, but she continued onward to her car, a 'second' hand mini. Though Crystal was certain that it was closer to tenth-hand. The snow wasn't heavy, yet, but it did blanket the vehicle in a powdery white. Crystal managed to make it and immediately threw herself inside.
"Fuck the cold," she growled as she turned the heating on high and worked some feeling into her already numbed fingers. Crystal always had trouble generating her own body heat, which became one of the many reasons she adored her girlfriend, Nicole. She was like a hot water bottle wreathed in softness. They had been going out for five years, since they were budding teens. It was a miracle that they had lasted so long, and were still together.
And Crystal owed it to her not to mess up on Christmas this year. Not simply because she had a habit of forgetting the obvious, like the holiday season, but because Nicole was always so good to her. She put up with Crystal being cranky in the mornings, helped her with assignments that she barely understood, even relinquished her comfort so that Crystal could steal her warmth. The absolute least she could do was get Nicole something special for Christmas.
Unfortunately, the world was unappreciative of her efforts. Crystal pulled out from the dorm parking lot and made her way to the mall, only to be completely trapped in a sea of traffic. She stared at her dashboard clock, tapping her finger impatiently, grimacing as the minutes dripped by painfully slowly. Ten minutes trickled by and she had moved only a foot toward her destination. There, she'd have to rush about clustered stores and sift through shoppers and probably get felt up by a random pervert.
Crystal rested her chin on the steering wheel and heaved a sigh. She didn't even have the luxury being stuck behind a car with a dog or kids whose parents built televisions into their seats, either would be appreciated. Her phone was out of the question, since her data plan had run dry a few days ago, and was low on battery. Time for her last resort. Crystal turned her head from side to side and stared out her windows.
She saw it, then. There was a single shop nestled between a pair of houses with a big 'sale' sign outside, boasting up to 50% off select items. Crystal looked back to the traffic and didn't hesitate. She pulled onto the curb, giving just enough room for other cars to get past, and made a break for the store. If nothing else, she could kill time inside and hope that the slew of vehicles dissipated slightly. Or maybe she would find something for Nicole inside?
"I hate the cold," Crystal shuddered when she entered the store to an almost jolly sounding bell, then sighed in relief as the welcome heat washed over her. She removed her hat and gloves, letting her dyed-blue locks free as well as her pale hands, and stuffed them into her pocket. The young woman, then, scanned her surroundings. She was in an antique shop, complete with dim lighting and a musty odour that made it seem so much older, despite the modern security cameras in the corner or the gadgets on display at the counter. Nicole did say that she liked decorative pieces.
"How may I help you?" Asked a kindly old woman, whom appeared from behind the till to stand beside Crystal.
"Um, yeah. I'm looking for something for my girlfriend... for Christmas," Crystal divulged.
"Ah, a lesbian," the woman chuckled, "Is she one of those 'butch' types?"
"No," Crystal shook her head, mind temporarily steering toward the images of Nicole's perfectly feminine demeanour, save for their bedroom antics. A faint shiver passed through the teen as she recalled last night.
"Lovely. I can't stand those stereotypes," the woman smiled, "I like my women like my granddaughter likes her teddy bears; soft and huggable."
"Agreed," Crystal replied, smiling back. It was a rare pleasure to meet someone so open minded.
"Are there any pieces of history your girlfriend likes?" The woman inquired, guiding Crystal down the few aisles she had in her cosy store.
"I'm not sure. She's working for a Bachelor of Arts, so I'm pretty sure she likes the Renaissance period," Crystal answered, frowning in thought.
"Ah, then I might have the perfect gift," the woman walked to a dimly lit corner, one that was surprisingly out of the camera's view. Crystal, meanwhile, looked around at the other items. Most of them were chipped trinkets, barely more than fancy paperweights. From the corner of her eye, she caught an almost eerie flash of light. The word 'eerie' filtered through her thoughts, for the flash had been green in nature. Crystal frowned and walked toward where it came from.
"Are you alright?" She asked, having seen no one else in the store, nor had she heard anyone enter. The teen peered around a corner, only to jump and yelp when the woman's face popped into view.
"Sorry to scare you. Damn technology," the apparent owner glanced back disdainfully, then raised an object in her hands, "Anyway, I think this might be what your partner would enjoy."
"A... canvas? She's got plenty of those," Crystal informed her with an incredulous frown, looking at the blank picture.
"Ah, but it's the history behind it that she might enjoy. This is a canvas owned by nearly all significant artists throughout time, but none used it. They claimed to have done so, but the paint or ink merely vanished. Some say that it's cursed, for their creations became reality."
"Wouldn't it be burned or something? You know, for witchcraft?" Crystal arched a suspicious eyebrow. She couldn't blame the woman for trying to fabricate some fantastical history behind the canvas, she had a business to run after all, but she could have at least tried to keep it within the realms of reality.
"It can't be burned. It's indestructible. The artists would keep it with them, even after discovering its curse. For they knew, that if they could perhaps find a way to keep the paint on the canvas, it would be a masterpiece for all eternity. Or maybe they were all crazy?" The woman chuckled, "All the best artists are, though, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yeah," Crystal couldn't disagree, not when Nicole liked to randomly dress up in Halloween outfits throughout the year, or when she'd prank Crystal so that she would sit on a dildo.
"Even if none of it's true, then she'll at least have something to paint with," the store owner pointed out, "And I haven't sold this thing in years. So, I'll cut you a deal. $7."
"Hmm," Crystal wasn't an artist herself, she was a writer, but Nicole had told her plenty about how to spot a quality tool. And this canvas looked like a quality piece to her, "I'll take it."
"Excellent," the woman beamed, eyes glimmering in joy.
Hours later, Crystal collapsed onto her bed. She had two bags at her feet, one with the canvas and another with a locket that held her and Nicole's picture. It was a cliché gift, but one that she knew her girlfriend would enjoy. Nicole loved memories, and the image was one of their happiest. It was a selfie from their first night together. Their hair was wild, faces a mess with smeared makeup, and the tops of their breasts showed. But Crystal had never looked happier and neither had Nicole.
The teen smiled softly to herself. Maybe she should get something else for Christmas? They weren't going home for the holidays, since their families lived two states away, so they would be together for the once happiest time of the year. It was a corporate money-grab now, however that didn't mean they couldn't share some joy.
"A hot DVD, a new strap-on, some lube and a bottle of oil... hmm, maybe a new collar," Crystal murmured to herself, listing everything that she and Nicole loved to use, then lumbered to her computer. She was on her feet for the past four hours, walking or standing still on her hard boots. When her girlfriend got home, Crystal would demand a foot massage. Then snuggles.
She quickly found something that Nicole would love. Her girlfriend was technically bi. She loved women, that was obvious to Crystal from the nights they'd spend with Nicole just exploring her body, or when her girlfriend would sketch the female form with loving strokes of her pencil. But Nicole loved watching a cock drive into a woman. It was why she had an extensive strap-on collection.
