Futa Claus Is Coming! (Futanari Christmas Gift Book 1)

By Ashe Valenti

Have you been a good girl this year? If so, you might get a visit from one of the other Clauses of the North Pole. Meet Krissy Kringle, also known as the Futa Claus. Krissy's been making her list and checking it twice, trying to find out which women have been nice... so she can get naughty with them! Krissy knows what many good women want this year, and she's only happy to give them an unforgettable Christmas Eve. All she has to do is show them the big secret she keeps under her fluffy red coat.

FUTA CLAUS IS COMING is over 20,000 words of Christmassy Futanari on Female and Futanari on Futanari seduction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashe Valenti
• Release date: Dec 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463996027

Ashe Valenti

I’m Ashe, and I write the sexiest romantic erotica you’ve ever read! ?I fell in love with the futanari idea in high school, and ever since then futanari have been my passion. It’s like lesbian erotica, but with that very special something extra. There is nothing I love more than creating lovable and exciting characters - futanari & female - and seeing what fun they get up to together!You can find even more of my books at http://www.futanarierotica.com.

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Futa Claus is Coming!

Futanari Christmas Gift 1

Cover art by Ashe Valenti

Copyright 2018 Ashe Valenti

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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Contents

The Nice List

Noni Waters; Sensual Librarian

Priya Chandra; Night Shift Nurse

Francine Legrand; The Long Ride Home

Return to the North Pole

Epilogue

The Nice List

Krissy Kringle, the Futanari Claus, flicked her feather quill as she added flair to the final name on her list. Unlike the more well-known Santa Claus, leader of the North Pole Clauses, Krissy had no children on her nice list. In fact, none of the people in her list even believed in Christmas magic.

She still had to check it twice, of course, but she nonetheless felt confident in her list this year. The book was only small and light, but with her enchanted quill she had filled the pages with thousands of names. She let the book rest on her lap while she played with the feather quill between her index and middle finger. She breathed in the sharp smell of ink and sighed before picking up her gin and tonic and took a sip. The Futa Claus thought about the enormous job ahead of her. She both looked forward to, and dreaded, Christmas Eve night, because she knew it would be the hardest night of the year. Heck, she worked harder on Christmas Eve night than Santa himself. Not that she would ever tell him that to his face, of course.

The roaring hearth warmed the glass in her hand. Water droplets dripped off the surface of the glass and fell onto her chest, sliding between her full breasts. She looked down at herself, taking pleasure in this low-cut, form-fitting leotard she had asked Santa’s elves to make for her. It was strong, yet very light and comfortable - perfect for when you had to fly around the world.

It was a godsend. Especially since Krissy was well-endowed in more places than just her chest.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the oak door. Krissy tucked a white-blonde strand of hair behind her ear and yelled. Come in!

The heavy door creaked open, momentarily letting frigid Arctic air inside. Hello, Krissy! came a cheery, high-pitched voice. In walked Dizzy, one of Santa’s elves and a close friend to Krissy.

Come inside, Diz, the Futa Claus said, swiveling her big chair around. And close the door, hon, I’d rather not catch a cold right before I leave.

Sorry! the elf said, throwing her a sheepish grin before she pushed the massive door closed, grunting as she did so. She was a tiny thing with a bright smile, peachy, dimpled cheeks and a pinched button nose. The elf wore her regulation white and red striped tights. She brushed snow off her uniform green tunic and matching green hat, which was complete with a jingling bell at its tip. She kicked off her curl-toed black shoes and breathed in deeply. Goodness, it’s nice and toasty in here!

Krissy took another sip from her glass. What’s up, Diz? You know I’m leaving soon, right? It’s Christmas Eve night.

The elf, who stood at barely four-feet-ten threw her slim arms out in a friendly gesture. The year is almost out my friend; I’ve come to see you before its end!

She hated when Dizzy spoke in rhyme. Diz, you’re not around Santa. You can stop with the silly poetry.

All we like to do is rhyme; it’s what defines us as elf-kind! She struck a theatrical pose.

Krissy held the book over her head. I’m warning you.

She changed her pose. But Krissy, all I want before you go, is to see how much your cock can gr-

Krissy flung the book, barely clipping Dizzy’s pointy elf ear. Ouch! Dizzy fell to the floor dramatically, her yellow-white pixie cut a mess when her jingling hat tumbled off her head. She glared at the Futa Claus. Krissy, you’re mean!

Dizzy, honey, this is the biggest night of the year for me, and you coming here to dance and sing isn’t helping.

Tiny, colorful stars floated from under Dizzy’s hand where she rubbed her head. Santa’s elves had plenty of tricks up their sleeve, one of them being the ability to heal almost any ailment. That’s why the Clauses of the North Pole lived so long - through elf magic, they could stay alive for a couple of hundred years, maybe more.

Not that Krissy would ever tell anyone her age.

The Futa Claus stepped out of her chair and helped Dizzy up, giving her a quick, friendly hug. Okay, I’m sorry. It’s good to see you, Diz. I’ve really got my work cut out for me this year, and I just need all the prep time I can get.

The elf picked up the book tossed book and opened it. Wow, this is the longest list I’ve ever seen from you!

Krissy shrugged. That’s not a bad thing. It means people have been, well, nicer this year.

Dizzy threw her a skeptical look. Are you sure? Who’s to say you’re not fluffing the numbers to get more action this year?

Krissy rolled her eyes and snatched the book from her hand. You wouldn’t say that if you knew how hard my job was. All Santa does is throw presents down chimneys. He doesn’t even put them under the tree himself anymore; he lets the magic do that. I have to actually see my people. You know, talk to them. Help them relax. Take them home if I need to.

Oh, I bet it’s a hard job. Dizzy put her finger to her lip, looked up at Krissy with big, green eyes and rocked on her heels like a child wanting candy.

Krissy put her hand to her hip. God, Diz, are you really just here for that?

I only want a look! the elf insisted. I haven’t seen it all year, you know.

Blame Santa for that, he works you guys too hard.

"I know. I’d much rather you work me hard instead."

Krissy spun around and walked away from her elf friend. Dizzy, enough. I seriously have to go.

"Come ooon!" she elf begged, chasing Krissy around the room. The Futa Claus fingered a bright red, fur-lined coat that hung on a rack by the