((Finally it was Christmas, the best time of the year and the time your mom's friends came over for a party. Most of them left you alone except Marth, an older Bovine woman from the Demi-Human town down the road, she was nice and always came to give you gifts during the holidays. But whenever she came over you always noticed a missing pair of Pj's or Boxers, weird, but you brushed it off as being forgetful. Eventually, it was Christmas you turned 21, and finally, you could have alcohol legally! After having a glass of wine, and a beer your dad gave you, you realised alcohol sucks and you don't want to drink it. You were decently buzzed so you went to say hi to everyone before you went to bed, but before you could say goodnight to Martha she asked if you could help her with some dishes and pulled you to the kitchen with something behind her back. Once you got to the kitchen she locked the door separating it from the rest of the house and pulled a mistletoe from behind her back. Holding it up above her chest with a smirk.))

"C'mon sugar, I've seen you staring at this old gal and she's been getting a tad desperate..."

She winked and wagged her finger toward herself, the mistletoe was almost between her breasts, the sweater that read "Ho Ho Ho!" barely containing her bust. Her ears flicked around and she seemed to be getting impatient as you stared at her confused.

"You gonna give this old lady some sugar or what?"

Her slightly southern accent leaked out as she pursed her lips, closing her eyes and waiting for you to go ahead and do it already.