Cheery Volunteer (Patreon)

(contains human male to female anthro lynx TF)

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Most people would be highly concerned about leaving a screening of the latest Star Wars movie to find a Christmas present resting on the hood of their car. It was hard to miss with the green wrapping paper glinting off light from nearby street lamps. A red ribbon shifted gently in the biting cold wind keeping a lid in place. Not a sign of raindrops or snow spotted it's perfect surface, indicating a very recent deposit. 

Most people were also not Deiser. While others would have called in a bomb squad, the brown-haired man picked it up without a second thought. His first was wondering if some unfortunate person had accidentally left it on his car while being preoccupied with other holiday chores. 

Rounded glasses slid down his nose, trying to gaze across the parking lot. Deiser liked to park near the exit for a fast trip home, so he saw no one nearby looking in search of lost possessions. That was probably because when he straightened his glasses, he noticed a tag with his name on it. Now he was left feeling bad to get a gift with no idea who to thank.

Only logical thing he knew to do in this situation was to undo the ribbon bow. Sure there were a few days until Christmas, but maybe the gift could tell him where or who to send a fruit basket in return.

For being loosely tied, the lid fired off like a high pressured cork. Deiser's head whipped back following the green square until it vanished into the stratosphere. By the time he looked back, the box had been seeping enough red smoke to envelop him and the car.

Also, there was a new figure posing on his hood, trying to accentuate its modest female curves.

"Ah, fuck! Cold!" The strange half-deer half-woman lept from Deiser's car in alarm, three-fingered hands rubbing at her white-furred butt to get warmth back into it. That might be hard to do with the Santa themed mini-skirt doing nothing to cover the red thong she wore. "They told me I was going to be shipped somewhere tropical. Fucking elves just got to troll the new girl every year...ugh! My ass better not get frostbite."

"Um..." Deiser bit his lower lip as his weak mumble grabbed the deer's attention. Much as he did not intend to stare, the cleavage on display made it clear this anthro had not even bothered to put a bra on. No less than a hundred questions were going through his mind, but it said a bit about his character when the first one was, "Do you need some pants?"

The deer woman jerked her head back, blinking. It was a question she was certainly not expecting. However, no amount of patting was getting warmth back into her half-naked hips. A blast of wind made her knees begin to shake. "That...would be great, thanks! Even fur can only protect so much."

Deiser fished out his keys, using the remote to pop his trunk. An old roommate had left a couple sweat clothes behind when they moved out a few years ago, and he never had a reason to clean them out. There were even a few sweaters to match.

"Ah, much better!" The deer seemed all too happy to have some warm coverings over her body, no matter how unsexy the tenting men's sizes made her look. She tied up the pants laces, letting them catch on the width of her hips. "Thanks again, Deiser."

"Yeah, mh, no problem." With that business out of the way, Deiser was now focusing his thoughts on the fact an anthro deer had randomly appeared on his car wearing Christmas underwear. "So, what, I mean, who are you, and are you supposed to be my gift?"

"In a manner... I'm actually here to ask for your help from the big man?"

"My help with what?" Deiser stared into the deer's eyes, eyebrows raising as the gears turned in his head. "Santa wants MY help? You got to be kidding."

"It's true." The deer's hooves clopped on the pavement as she moved upon Deiser. Through the winter clothes, he could feel her soft mounds squishing into the arm she was hugging. "Every year, it just gets harder to spread joy and cheer. Furries especially have some...creative definitions of what brings them joy. That's why we get sent out a few days in advance to outstanding boys and girls as a recruitment drive. You have to miss the holiday with friends and family, but the perks are well worth it."

"S-sure, anything for a good cause?" Deiser squirmed a little as his gift wrapped solicitor pressed her whole self against him. If she was still cold, he could have just gotten another sweater. This aggressive embrace was starting to hurt his arm. It made anything sound agreeable.

"Excellent! Pucker up!"

"Wha-MMPPHH!?"

The fact Deiser was talking when the deer jumped to kiss him made it extra special. With her skinny muzzle locked around his lips, she was able to drive a lot of tongue into his throat. His response was a lot of reasonably surprised flailing while her facial fur brushed his cheeks. Attempts to push her off only resulted in accidental groping of her chest and butt through the thick sweats. Something the deer seemed to enjoy while wrapping arms around his neck.

A few seconds of their prolonged lip wrestling began to have an effect on Deiser's efforts. His nose filled with the scent of peppermint on the deer's breath, sending his eyes rolling back. Moans turned from surprise to content pleasure as his arms became heavy. By the time she pulled back to let the poor man breath, all resistance had ceased.

"Hmm?" If anything, Deiser was in a desperate need for more of her sweet tasting lips. Mist like ice on a windshield was encroaching on the edge of his vision. More and more of the world became blocked out by snow, drawing focus to the deer's smiling face in the center.

"Have a Merry Christmas," she coed before even her adorable head vanished behind a white glaze.

The next thing Deiser knew he was in a house. Not his house, this one was a bit fancier. He turned slowly, taking in the living room he stood in the center of. A Christmas tree was illuminating almost everything with its bright white, green, and red lights. The last embers of a dying fire provided relieving warmth after talking to a deer out in the cold for a while. It looked like the residents must have already gone to bed. Spotting a clock on the wall revealed to Deiser it was actually a quarter past midnight.

Deiser's next revelation came with his first step in search of an exit. The simple action immediately made him aware that he was also naked. Well, semi-naked, as he sported the same Santa skirt and red thong the deer woman had appeared in.

"She teleported me AND took my clothes? Gosh, I hope my car is still there." Deiser sighed, continuing his path to the front door. He had no idea where he was or how he would even get home, but it was better than being caught like this in a stranger's home.

These might not be terribly bad people anyway with all the Christmas decorations. Lights from outside alone were enough to illuminate the entrance hall for Deiser to navigate through. He made a straight line for the door, only catching the full body wall mirror in a passing glance while trying to avoid a dresser. The dang door had four locks on it, so doing this quietly might be a problem.

Speaking of problems, circumstances had caused Deiser to process another way after the fact. Letting go of the first chain lock, he slowly back stepped until fully facing the wall mirror again.

That was not Deiser's reflection smiling back. The grinning lynx woman was not even following his movements of gawking in complete stupefaction. She was still wearing the same skirt and thong, but they seemed to cover even less. Probably because her curves were thicker than a supermodel. Breasts ripe as cantaloupes pushed open the front, threatening to break their cleavage out of a tight neckline. Hips spread to the point getting into chairs might be a problem, with a fitting butt that jiggled to her cheerful bouncing in place.

Their gaze never left Deiser's, patiently waiting a few minutes for when the man realized time still marched on. He glanced back and forth, even up, desperately trying to figure out what sort of trick this mirror was pulling. Unable to think of anything else, he returned eye contact with the feline to ask, "What...?"

The lynx put a hand paw to her muzzle in a silent giggle. Her other hand raised a finger in clear indication to hold that thought. She then opened it up with a turn so Deiser could see all its pink pads decorating fingers and palm.

Deiser looked from the presented paw hand to the lynx and back. This action only left him more confused, and things only got weirder as he watched. It was barely noticeable at first when the woman's claws began to blur, but the effect spread in a wiping motion until the natural weapons had vanished entirely. The fingers themselves quickly followed, hand evaporating out of existence.

Or so Deiser thought until a cramp in his same hand caused him to examine it. It took everything he had not to cry out watching his fingernails pop off under the sudden growth of sharp, curved, black claws. The skin around his fingertips puffed into firm bulges, becoming a bright pink before the rest of his hand was engulfed in spotted grey fur. His jaw hit the floor, experimentally testing the more slender paw hand. Its pads were amazingly squishy and almost fun to feel.

Fur rained down across the rest of Deiser's arm, causing the flesh underneath to become slim and elegant. A frantic glance to the mirror showed the lynx's limb vanishing in perfect sync to his changes. Yet she just smiled back without explanation until it had disappeared entirely from her shoulder, imposing itself onto Deiser's physical form. At least it was not painful, but the lighter, smaller limb left Deiser feeling off-balance.

"W-what are you doing?" he said in a heated whisper. Sweat was raining off his still human skin while continuing to stare at his changed feline arm.

In response, the lynx gave a wink and kiss. The action made something gently press into Deiser's cheek, causing him to recoil. His feline hand reached up to feel the area, finding it slightly warm and wet. Did she actually make physical contact through the glass too?

She did not let Deiser dwell on that bit of magic, instead turning to present her rear for the confused man. Sharp teeth showed in her coy grin as eyes directed Deiser to her fluffy short tail wagging at him.

The pressure building at the base of Deiser's spine was not encouraging when he noticed the said tail fade away. Mismatched hands shot to his backside, unable to stop the fleshy nub growing out above it. His new tail slinked between fingers fluffing with a creamy layer of fur. It stopped just little over a foot long when the lynx's had vanished off her bottom.

Not that she was done back there. Deiser had just begun comprehending the feel of a fifth limb when he saw the lynx give herself a one-handed booty smack. The fat cheeks rippled in a wave from one hip to the other. Moments later, he watched horrified as everything between her hips and thighs became increasingly transparent.

"You gotta be kidding me," Deiser seethed through clenched teeth. Having hands still on his ass, he could feel the flesh ripple with pleasure from her smack. The effect caused an instant application of fine grey fur across his hips, with a splash of white on his stomach and groin. "Aah, haa!"

Deiser could only bite his lip, losing a little control when hips and butt inflated. Fattening glutes pushed back against his palms, squishing clumps of fur between their fingers. His thong started to look increasingly smaller, with its fabric vanishing between a deepening ass crack.

Hips cracked and popped out inch by inch, drawing his legs to naturally press together. Their increasing width also pulled his underwear tight along the front. As the last bit of the reflecting lynx's pelvis faded, the defining bulge of Deiser's manhood shrank back inside him. He gave his heavy bottom a hard shake feeling the flesh under the smooth silk open into an empty tunnel.

The lynx turned back around to face Deiser looking very satisfied by his labored panting. Legs and torso still somehow functioned normally despite any visible anatomy connecting her body. Logic like that was probably the last thing on Deiser's mind when the spotted thighs of his reflection left next.

"Ooof!" he winced, shuffling awkwardly to adjust his stance. Deiser had not noticed how thick the felines thighs were until they became his. So much fat piled up that it left virtually no space between them. Their soft flesh could not help naturally rubbing together, which actually felt really good despite the situation.

Shins quickly followed, slimming down but also growing taut with strong sinew. Deiser was going to need it with the bulky junk shaking with each hip bump. Toes clenched as the fur spread across his feet. There was a slight rise when plush paw pads developed under them, puffing digits into fat meatball shapes.

"O-oh!!" A chilling shiver caused Deiser to gasp. Glancing down the neck of his skirt, it was clear that fur was growing to encompass what remained of his human torso. Snowy white coated his chest while sides got the signature grey spots. His other arm finished converting with the lynx's disappearing before the rest of her body began to fade. 

Deiser fell back against the wall, no longer caring about the heated groans he was making. Each heavy breath rapidly swelled his chest against the deep collar of his skirt. And each exhale seemed to leave a little bit of mass rising out from under the white fluff. They rose out into points, scratching tender nipples against the silk that only helped develop the damp spot in Deiser's thong.

"G-gah!" Deiser gave a hard gasp when his chest gave out under the mounting flesh, falling into a hang as proper breasts. But their growth was far from over. Creases smoothed out the front of Deiser's skirt with the material stretching under his developing mounds. Their sharpness filled into a more pleasing roundness tightly defined by the holiday garment. Even after his breathing stopped inflating them, the fantastic breasts tried to overflow their tight neckline prison with every expansion of his lungs.

Only the lynx's head remained in the mirror to glide through the air. It no longer seemed a concern to Deiser, who was too lost in the arousing effect its changes had on his now feline body. With a roll of the eyes expressing a 'typical man' kind of thought, she proceeded to fade away entirely.

"Nya-haaaaagh!!" The tense crunch of extending jawbones elicited an orgasmic cry that was both feminine and animalistic. Deiser's nose wiggled from the itch of whiskers sprouting from his upper lip as the whole area jumped out a few inches into a snout. Sharp fangs filled his mouth, which his thinning sandpaper tongue washed over sensually.

Different kinds of muscles took hold of Deiser's ears, causing them to twitch rapidly on their way to the top of his head. They eased into a better position as erect triangles. At the same time, the hair around them trickled down across his shoulders, brightening to light blue shades. With another long mew, checks fluffed with a lynx's signature tufts completing his sexy feline physique.

"Oh, my god!"

"Nyah!?" Deiser had no idea how long she spent leaning against the wall, idly stroking her massive boobs. The sudden masculine voice from above, however, helped rekindle coherent thoughts.

The new lynx jumped to attention, nearly falling over, trying to balance on digitigrade feet. Deiser wrinkled her whiskers once she got dominance over gravity again. That was an odd slip. She never had problems balancing on her paws before. The weight of her bust was counterbalanced nicely by her thick butt.

The lynx glanced up the hall stairs, ears folded back, embarrassed at being discovered in such a lewd state. Staring back at her with shining wide eyes was a human guy in his mid-twenties, at most. The scruffy hair and onesie pajamas made him positively adorable that she almost bounced up the steps to hug him right there.

It was a strange compulsion that confused her for a second before shrugging it off as part of her job. Santa's helpers were supposed to bring joy and cheer, which differed to every person's tastes. Poor little Troy up there was still living with his parents five years after high-school trying to make a career out of his recent love for the furry fandom. After months of working hard, creating beautiful drawings for others, all he wanted was some cuddling with his own original lynx character.

She had no idea how she knew everything about this stranger's life, but she knew exactly what to do about it. Inspired by her curvy new form, she lowered onto all fours to pad up the stairs in a mock feline posture. Her ass was hefted high, so Troy could see the short tail wagging for him.

"M-Marie!? It...can't be?" The glowing emerald eyes crawling up the stairs towards him seemed to spark a rush of familiarity with Troy. Just as he got over the shock, Deiser - now Marie - reached the landing, rising to her full height and illuminating her figure with the house's Christmas lights. Troy's own eyes only took in her Cheshire cat grin for a second before dropping to the cleavage level with his head. He had really designed her to be a tall cat. "Is...is this...are you real!?"

"You tell me, big boy!" Marie leaned down, obstructing Troy's view of her chest with a soft kiss on the man's lips. She was a little surprised he took to her almost immediately, wrapping arms around her waist and kissing back with a happy groan. He certainly tasted as sweet as Santa made him sound.

After a short while of letting the young man enjoy their embrace, Marie eased their mouths apart to rest her chin on Troy's shoulder. With a bit of hip wiggling encouragement, she brought his hands down to pet the fur of her rear, generating a soft purr that tickled his lobes.

"You've been such a good boy that Santa's going to let you have me all Christmas long," the lynx said softly into his ear, making Troy noticeably shiver. Delighted by this, she added, "So, do you want to unwrap your present down by the fireplace or back in your room?"

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Elsewhere across the world, a black and red glove hurriedly clicked off the monitor screen, tossing its remote aside with an exasperated sigh. These bright and cheerful furries really did have some unorthodox ways of spreading joy to their fellow man. It made the embodiment of holiday spirit long for the simpler times of wooden toys and stone oven cakes.

"Are you SURE this is the kind of present Deiser would want?" Santa asked for the sixth time in an hour.

The deer woman that had returned from her delivery clicked her gum a few times more focused on the tablet in her hoofed hands. "With all due respect, boss, have you seen this guy's FurAffinity page? He's got dozens of sequences with himself being possessed and dominated by evil entities, getting his mind bleached, or both. At worst, he'll wake up tomorrow overjoyed or traumatized from remembering the experience."

"Those are not odds I like thinking about!" Santa sunk his bearded face into both palms to muffle his quiet cry of frustration. "This is fine! Pure people like them deserve their dreams. Who we got next?"

A few chitin finger taps on her tablet suddenly caused the deer's eyebrows to shoot up. "Well... there's this guy and girl couple that share an oviposition kink."

Santa lifted his eyes over his gloved fingers staring off into the distance. Very slowly, he turned to address the deer directly for the first time. "What the gingerbread heck is oviposition?"

"Um..." the anthro woman's ears folded back with another snap of her gum. Bracing for the worst, she flipped the device around to show the jolly elf an example picture.