It was difficult to picture the night having gone any other direction, and as Emil looked up at his beautiful, though rather drunk, girlfriend he couldn't help but be grateful that some things just didn't change.

What was meant to be a simple get-together for Christmas quickly escalated into an event that was in no small manner quiet. It started off simply at first, with Vivian having invited Inessa over, the normal-sized beta having decided it was in her best interest to be more open-minded. She was to bring the food, fruit cake, Christmas cookies, and pie. Treats for the season. Nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, the treats sounded rather appealing. When she arrived with her little boy toy, Ethan, nestled firmly between her large breasts, Emil got the first clue-in that something was amiss.

Of course, Vivian urged him not to worry. She knew Emil wasn't a fan of large parties, only going so long as he was kept out of sight and thus out of mind. And after all, Inessa and Ethan weren't too shy about their relationship and as such weren't afraid of such public displays, so long as they didn't go too far. Still quite a cry away from Emil's and Vi's antics, but nothing too worrying.

No, the worry came when Chloe decided to "drop by" with an ice chest full of beer, booze, and all else an apartment full of party-going women might crave. Immediately, Emil tried to find some excuse to see himself out. An attempt to hide away for the night, leaving Ethan to fend for himself, yes, but also sparing themselves of any possible headaches which may come from the inevitable. As always, Vivian was the one thing keeping him from backing out. The towering woman needed only to bat an eye, twirl her hair, or even present her ass, for truly desperate situations, and Emil was practically putty in her hands.

Ethan needed no urging from Inessa. He was too kind for his own good, following along with what was bound to be an eventful night so long as she was fine with it. As for Chloe... Well, where there was booze and food she was bound to arrive sooner or later. Having known Vivian for so long, any home of theirs was like a second home to her and vice versa.

Vivian tried, at first, to keep things under control. Though this whole gathering was her idea she didn't want things to get too out of hand. For Emil's sake. After all, she never wanted to force too much on him. An ever-appreciated gesture that was expectantly forgotten once she was a few drinks in. From there it was every man for himself.

 Despite having managed to keep Inessa at bay for nearly a full hour, even Ethan's normally calm demeanor was able to break once his girlfriend decided a foot massage was the gift she wanted for Christmas Eve. Vivian and Chloe watched on close by, chanting the barely 3-inch-tall beta's name over and over again, as though that would further his drive to please Inessa. Both had dressed for the festivities, wearing peppermint-colored sweaters and pants. However, Inessa had gone the extra mile and painted her toes to match the colors synonymous with Christmas.

A color Ethan became intimately aware of as, halfway through the massage, his gigantic girlfriend began to toy with the smaller beta in between her toes. It was small little things at first, maneuvering him in minor ways, grabbing his arm in between her big and second toe, holding his waist in between them, or even scrunching the extremities just enough that his head would get momentarily trapped. It was when she began to remove his shirt did things get crazy.

Even referring to her as "Nessy”, a nickname given to Inessa, did little to save the Beta as his body was quickly overtaken and promptly played with. Odds are, the poor man was being drained dry at the moment, Inessa
taking this chance to edge out as much as she could from Ethan before it was his turn to make her squirm. Emil wasn't too sure though, as the sight of the couple’s antics proved enough to ignite a desire inside Vivian.

Chloe was quick to pass out, Inessa and Ethan were preoccupied. And now nothing was going to get in Vivian's way as she, rather roughly, brought her little lover into her room. Gently, she placed him on their bed before removing her clothing. Christmas-themed as well, a sweater with the entirety of Santa's reindeers on it. Emil quickly realized that this was simply wrapping, hiding his real gift for the night.

Vivian threw away her sweater and pants, revealing a laced bra and panty attire. Colored to resemble a properly wrapped Christmas gift. As it turned out, she had planned how the night would turn out well before drinking.
But as said before, Emil couldn't help but feel grateful over how some things never change.

Looking up at his statuesque girlfriend, her toned, tanned body sweating despite the chill in the air. Her heavy panting as she loomed overhead, ready to get the real party started. The titanic woman's red eyes seemed to glow brighter the longer she waited, and her silvery hair only grew messier and messier. Any longer as she may just have to start things herself. Oh yes, he had many great things for which he was grateful.

Vivian's lips curled upward into a malicious grin. "Incluso si he sido travieso este año, parece que todavía estoy recibiendo
un regalo~." She licked her lips in anticipation. "Lucky meeee~."

The towering beauty plopped herself on top of the bed, her barely covered womanhood just inches away from Emil's body. Any further and he'd be under her full weight, but that was hardly a concern of his at the moment.
Already Vivian was maneuvering her fingers around her boyfriend’s body, tearing away at his clothes with the most minor of effort, ready to have her own Christmas treat.

And Emil in no way was looking to deny her.

Everyone was on Kris Kringle’s naughty list on this night, and yet no one found any reason to do anything about that.