Stackers' Horny Holdays (Patreon)

I had this planned all month, but only just got the right mix of sex acts and half-assed holiday foreplay to finish the Stackers Christmas story. Their actual holiday celebrations really go as far as any other theme restaurant would; the servers put on little elf hats and wear red and green while they pin up wreaths and trees and shit. But the holiday cheer sneaks its way into the story, especially at the end.

I have no idea what it is, but I love a Christmas theme in stories. I’ve written several of them into my fics here, like The Silent Knight, Catfight Before Christmas, and Elf Awareness. I even have a half-based RPG system/setting for Dark Yule, where the party is the hardened adventurers and soldiers of Godking Santa who protect Christmasland from the dark forces and brutal cold that try to end it every year. I think it’s just because it has a super clear aesthetic with lots of mismatched parts to choose from, and at its ideal it has that same sort of forbidden, magically untainted tone that magical girls and Nintendo characters do. Kind of like why some people like nuns?

Stackers was always a cozy and festive place. The tiny waitresses tended to be flirty and energetic to keep their customers interested and generous, not to mention that many of the servers loved all the free sex they got on the job.

So when Christmas came around (or really, when the Thanksgiving turkey meals sales slowed), they were quick to get into the spirit of the season. They put up the usual wreaths, snowmen, prop presents and other non-religious decorations while the girls put on their own seasonal garb.

“Hey, and welcome to stackers! Table for three?” The dwarven girl at the front counter had a pointy green hat on and a skimpy green dress, laced with enough frill and fluff to make her passable as a Christmas elf. Many of the others went around in the same attire, with the occasional one just leaping right for red and white lingerie on the job (mostly if they didn’t mind risking some hot spills).

“Yea,” the human at the lead of the trio nodded. He was with a wood elf and a lizardfolk just behind him, the latter loosely resembling a muscular crocodile. “And we’ll have separate orders, so can we get a goblin server, a halfling annnnd…”

The athletic guy glanced back at the white-haired, brown-skinned elf for a reminder.

“Gnome,” he filled in. Guy snapped his fingers and pointed at him in agreement.

“Absolutely. Always helps when you lads have been here before,” the dwarf smirked. She hopped off her boosting platform, grabbed a few menus and waved them along. “Right this way and I’ll have your girls comin’ right quickly.”

The place did seem busy at this time of year. Comfort food and another body to warm you up was in demand as things got chillier. College kids were especially common, whether they were stuck away from home for the holidays or were already with their family and wanted someplace they could cut loose a little. The dwarf seated the trio and a minute or so later, their servers appeared.

“Ho there, blondie! Lookit the size of you lot,” the halfling chimed. Like the rest of the girls, she was dressed in the low-cut green top, high skirt and pinned-on pointed hat that made up their Christmas elf outfit. She had thick, dark curls surrounding her smiling and thinly freckled face. Her skirt was high enough to show her similarly freckled thighs and her wide hips exposed the slightest hint of her red thong, even when viewed from above. She flipped through her pocket notebook (even if she kept it in her cleavage).

“Ooh, and just makin’ sure I get the human! Double the luck! Name’s Rae and I’ll be seein’ ye fill yer belly and empty yer balls tonight.”

“Right! Hey! Hi! I’m Bellany, I’ll be your… gnome for tonight,” the gnome chattered quickly. The pale girl with long, deep sea blue hair in a ponytail was slimmer than the halfling, but still sporting a notable hourglass figure around her narrow waist. She wore a pair of thick red glasses and sleighbell earrings to add to her geeky but Christmassy look.

The goblin had a soft but slim body for her kind, but her massive green boobs more than made up for it. They jiggled constantly and kept nearly falling out of her red and white-trimmed dress that rode up past her waist when she bent over. Her short and straight pink hair left room for her big, golden eyes and a plump pair of icy blue-painted lips.

“Hiii~! And I’m Sherry, kinda like cherry but um… like, not. Good to see you cuties in today! Happy to help out with some green-on-green action.” The bubbly and high-pitched goblin winked a made-up eyelid at the lizardfolk guest.

The three excited guys placed their orders and Rae tore the order slip off her pad.

“Aright! I’ll run this down ta the kitchen. I can get back the fastest and I know folks come for the lovin’ but they stay for the food. Halfling ain’t about to get between a lad and his meal.”

As the accented brunette went off, Bellany the gnome slid under the table. She wriggled her way into the seat beside the wood elf. The guys gave each other plenty of space between them for the girls to fit in. She adjusted her hat with a minute twist.

“Hey, so we had some elves in before that gave the okay, but I wanted to make sure. This whole Christmas elf thing doesn’t… y’know. Put you off or nothin’?” Bell asked gingerly.

“Huh? Oh, no way. Christmas elves are a way different type of sub-elf,” he assured her. He slid a lean arm around her shoulders, brushing his fingers up her arm. The naturally sensitive gnome shuddered and let out a startled purring noise.

“Oh, that’s the stuff,” she squeaked as she leaned into her customer. The wood elf beamed as he went about running his hands over her. Bellany’s thin skin made goosebumps come and go with the slightest touch, to the point where she was shivering just from his stroking her hair.

“Sorry. Libido’s a little delicate,” Bellany rambled. The elf just chuckled, well aware and curious about the famous sensitivity of gnomes when he’d asked for her. “It’s why I like to get a head start compared to…”

A deep, guttural growl came from the far end of their table. They glanced over to see Sherry beneath the table with her plump goblin lips wrapped around the lizardman’s dick. Her head bobbed rapidly at the thick green phallus, bobbing her head swiftly and eagerly as her drooling mouth slobbered all over it. He was too big for her at a glance, but even thinking something was too big for a goblin was always jumping the gun. Her throat bulged and widened as she took a few more inches of him inside her, moaning and gently shaking her head so it looked like he was stirring the contents of her stomach with his chiefmaker.

“Yea,” Bellany confirmed. “Cuz she works fast.”

“Don’t worry. You’re a pretty little present yourself,” the elf assured his gnome waitress. He put an arm around her shoulders, and even brushing her bare neck and shoulders got a soft and lusty sigh out of Bell. He slid his hand under her fluffy Christmasy top, groping one of her orange-sized breasts. The gnome gasped and arched her back, eyes lighting up behind her glasses.

“Ohhhh~! Then uh… would you want to unwrap your present a little early?” she asked, meekly lifting her skirt to show him her glossy red panties with a ribbon tied to the front.

“A’ight! Drinks comin’ in from below,” Rae declared, her tray held over her head. “Watch yer bleedin’ elbow, Sherry, ‘fore I lop ‘em off and save us both the trouble.”

She passed out the beers to their respective customers before hopping up next to hers. The human sipped from his beer before noticing an extra glass at the table. Rae scooted in next to him and explained by gulping half of it down herself.

“No rule about drinkin’ on the job,” the halfling said dismissively. “One of the many perks of workin’ at Stackers. Th’other’s certainly all the tasty fulling cock ye get comin’ in here.”

She reached a hand into her guest’s lap and rubbed firmly over his bulge, pressing her fat freckled tits and small pot belly against his arm.

“Is that what you halflings call humans?” he asked, blushing and smiling at her attention.

“That’s one of the polite ones. Aye,” she said with a wink. She straddled his lap, pressing her plump hips down on his cock and subtly shifting them to grind against him. Her plump breasts wobbled against his chest as she ran her hands under his jaw.

“Say, humie? Y’ever tried the mixed drink out here?” Rae offered.

“I don’t think so. Like a cocktail?”

“Nothin’ so fancy, city boy. Take a drink and don’tcha dare swallow it.”

The human did as she asked, reaching around her to take a swig of beer. He held it until the flirty halfling took a drink of her own, the pursing of her lips showing she was keeping hers safe as well. Her guest cracked a smile as he saw where she was going with this and kissed him on the lips, opening her mouth enough to shove her tongue and her half of the beer into his mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other as their building saliva mixed in with the alcohol, gradually getting swallowed down. Rae pulled back with a soft pop of her lips, licking them with a giddy grin.

“That’s a cool trick,” he admitted, wiping off his mouth.

“You like that trick? I’ve got a doozy for ya if ye get off yer pants.” The human did as she asked when she held up a finger to wait. “Ye don’t have allergies to nothin’, do ya?”

“No. Why would-?”

There was an even louder, gruffer grunt from the other end of the table. The lizardfolk guest had torn open Sherry’s top, exposing her bouncing green breasts as her hips remained mounted on his cock. The thick reptilian meat drove inside her, or rather Sherry’s body was being yanked down like a wailing fleshlight by the strong and scaly guest as she was suspended by his hands and cock. Her eyes rolled back as her pouty lips parted to drool over her breasts, her slimy pussy squishing obscenely in an effort to fit him inside her.

“Wall!” she panted shrilly, quickly defeating any thoughts that she wasn’t absolutely enjoying herself. “Up against the wall, please, chunker~! AHHH~!”

The lizardfolk turned her around to ram her from behind, moving her horizontal so that her face and breasts squashed against the wall and her broad, rubbery butt slapped against his underbelly.

“Yea, don’t mind her,” Rae excused. “She works fast. Now c’mon. I wanna see what the real star of the show’s packin’ ‘ere, ye main.”

“Yea! Right,’ he responded quickly. He unbuttoned his pants as curiosity got the best of him again. “So is main like slang for ‘man’ or…?”

“Oh, nah. It’s just us wee folk can barely find a show or movie or piece ah media without a humie as the main character. No wonder ye’re all so desperate to mix it up with the other monsters…”

The elf had advanced to making out with Bellany while fingering her beneath her panties. Without even being fully undress, the gnome seemed a much more modest and meek variation of Sherry’s level of horny. She squirmed and squeaked, seeming to forget to kiss back half the time. Her mouth just hung open in overwhelmed pleasure, drooling his saliva out of her lips while sneaking in the occasional short squirt of an orgasm before continuing for more. Short, rapid-fire bursts were clearly the gnomish way as he kept overloading her sense of touch.

He finally slid her panties down, parting with Bell’s lips and leaving her with her glasses fogged over from their makeout session. She wiggled her hips out of her underwear before she was pulled into his lap, moaning as she buried his cock under her ass. She was completely overwhelmed as he slid his smooth elven cock into her asshole, humping her from behind as he held onto her breasts like handles. All she seemed capable of doing was cumming and vibrating with pleasure, which suited the elf just fine. He wasn’t used to overwhelming someone with a cock like his and welcomed the experience.

Rae slid out of her entire outfit, ditching her striped socks along with her Christmas elf outfit. She cracked her neck, reading herself before she climbed onto her human’s lap. Her thick, curly bush tickled his junk before she slid him into her pussy with a soft moan. It was a bit loose on him, but warm, wet and oh so inviting.

“Now ye’re gonna feel a bit o’ pressure down there,” Rae warned as she rested her hands on his chest, keeping herself mostly upright. “But don’t worry. I’ve done this plenty of times.”

Rae took a deep breath, shutting her eyes in a look of serene pleasure. She rode his cock, bobbing her heavy hips to softly slap against his thighs and bounce her freckled breasts. The human curiously groped and played with her tits and inverted nipples, pinching and teasing them out. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure while staying in her focused state before her hands suddenly pressed much harder against his chest.

Rae’s plump body suddenly bulked up, her muscles tightening all over her body. It did make her pussy squeeze around his shaft, tightening along with the rest of her growing body. Her bushy red hair grew down her back before her guest realized it wasn’t growing longer so much as spreading across her skin. Her festively painted nails sprouted into longer claws as her face extended into a short muzzle. A fluffy tail sprouted and wagged between his knees as her thick, strong legs squeezed around his thighs. It was something entirely new, having a shortstack turn into a werewolf while he was inside her.

“Feelin’ good, aye?” Mae asked, shaking her head to toss her brownish red mane around behind her. Even bulked up as she was, she barely bordered on four feet tall with more fluff than muscle visible on her. The plump waitress looked like the corgi equivalent of a werewolf more than a ferocious beast, though the soft fur rubbing his thighs and stomach did feel… interesting.

“Oh yea,” he groaned, pumping his dick inside her. She was a bit denser now, so she didn’t lift as high as she was earlier. It put more pressure on him with both the tightness of her pussy and the weight pushing down, which was more than welcome as far as he was concerned. She let out a pleased little murring noise as she wrapped her fluffy arms around his neck, mashing her even bigger (and fuzzier) breasts into his chest. She gave a short, abrupt gasp as he finished inside her, her tail wagging more rapidly as trickling cum got lost in her leg fur.

“Mmm, that’s the stuff, ye wee-footed fulling,” Rae purred. “You lot doin’ a’right down thar?”

They were clearly wrapping up themselves as well. Bellany sounded like a squeak toy as she was bent over the table, every little stimulus blowing her mind. She squirted under the table repeatedly as the elf squeezed and humped her ass, finally moaning as he pulled out of her. The extra pull of her tight asshole milked out his seed, spurting it across her ass cheeks and lower back as he finished. Bell gave a final, quivering moan as she slumped against the table.

Sherry was in a more extreme case, but the fact that they had been going non-stop since she had arrived was only now starting to slow down. The lizardfolk had her legs pushed up behind her pointed ears, pinning her to the seat below him as he mating pressed her like he was drilling for oil in her womb. Sherry gave a few loud, shrill cries as his cum was already running down her mouth and tits, only for a fresh load to pour out past her greedy goblin pussy. Even her tight and hungry folds weren’t enough to contain it all as the lizard’s seed bubbled out past her swollen clit, her own sludgy juices sticking to her thighs.

“Damn, that’s good,” the scaly guest grunted as he finally pulled out. Sherry flopped down to the seat with a happy moan, giggling as she felt around the table. Her hand finally hit the secured box of cleaning wipes and started to clean up their mixed up as she slid off the bench.

“You were mighty good yourself, stretch!” Sherry giggled. “Musta worked up one hell of an appetite.”

“I think I need to go sit down for a bit,” Bellany muttered breathlessly. She stumbled back to her feet and gathered up her clothes as well. Rae scooped hers up with one claw, not that it would fit her at the moment anyway.

“Ought to have yer food ready any minute now,” the were-halfling insisted. “We’ll be right back with the rest of yer meal in a tick.”

The girls left the boys’ table behind their privacy curtain as they heard a stir among the guests and servers near the entrance. Bell pulled on her top and fixed her glasses as she peered over.

“What’s going on?” Sherry asked.

“Dunno. I’m as short as the rest of ya,” Rae reminded her. “Last time they got this antsy, it was when that big time wrestler or whatev showed up.”

“Boxer,” Bell pointed out. She tried to scoot closer to catch wind of anything when finally, a bold “Hohoho!” rang out over the restaurant.

A very surprised gnome was working the seating booth, staring with an amused smile at the jolly and white-bearded man entering the restaurant. A kindly old woman was on his arm, both bundled up against the cold weather in red coats. A fairy coworker was wide-eyed and yanking on the greeter’s sleeve.

“Hello there, folks,” the gnome greeted cheerily. “We have a bit of a waiting list right now, but I can take a name. Should I assume it’s under Claus?” she asked with a joking grin.

“What do you think?” he asked with a wink. He extended a gloved finger and pointed to a nearby plastic Christmas tree. There was a sudden burst of blue light as its decorations bloomed and the tree doubled in size, numerous wrapped presents appearing underneath it. The magic swirled through the waiting area like a colorful breeze, making more of the colorful boxes appear in peoples’ laps.

“OH!” The gnome gawked as the fairy nodded.

“I was trying to tell you!” the little fae hissed. “This is REAL DEAL magic! This is the big time! This ain’t no mall Santa. We’ve got a celebrity in the house!”

To this day, nobody was quite able to figure out the secret. It wasn’t clear if Santa Claus had been real all along and laying low like the rest of the world’s monsters, or if he was someone who had taken on the mantle when magic became more readily available. Either way, a true Santa Claus had started to show up since the awakening of monsters and magic. He wasn’t the outlandish stories of giving gifts to every house on earth, but he visited whatever houses he could every year with impeccable or even supernatural gifts to those who needed them most.

“What can I say?” Mrs. Claus chuckled. “We get so busy this time of year, we need to treat ourselves a little. And no matter where we go, we still can’t find anyone who makes the fries quite like Stackers.”

“Wow! What an endorsement, Mister and Missus Claus! Uh… do you folks mind?”

The guests were starting to poke at their gifts and finding surprisingly personalized deliveries and gasps of “Just what I wanted!” popping up around them. There was quick murmur of agreement as people figured another 5-minute wait was worth the presents.

“Oh and two servers,” Santa noted. “As long as one’s a goblin, if you please. I do love those little scamps.”

“And another three for me,” his wife chimed in. “Possibly an imp in there, but feel free to surprise me.” She nudged her husband’s plump belly as everyone who wasn’t behind a veiled table stared at the surprise guest.

“Now this is a kind of naughty I can get behind,” she giggled.