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"And here I thought we could escape from Christmas. And yet, it comes regardless."

"Hah! What's so bad about Christmas? You sound like you've been hurt by the very concept!"

"I have, Helheim. I have. In fact, I can hear her coming. The bells, they haunt my very soul."

"You still have a soul?"

"It's an expression, Helheim."

Deep within the Darkness, two Primes were chatting between themselves. The last attempt at taking over and claiming a world had failed. Not for a lack of trying. It's just that it proved to be a lot more difficult than they had originally imagined. Especially considering Lady Cepha's lacking sanity, preventing her from being able to tear the world asunder on her own.

And here Lumiel was. Covering his head with his hat. All so he could avoid the jingly bells that were approaching. Because they brought him nothing but misery. Helheim, on the other hand, laughed as he kept an eye in the distance. He remembered when Golfgom was by, and her antics had been quite the enjoyable experience. What Prime would stop by this time...

"Meeeeerrrrryyyy Christmaaaaaassss!"

Just like that, they arrived. The Prime that served as Lumiel's latest and greatest headache, and the source of Helheim's bubbling joy. A woman clad in a rather skimpy looking Santa dress, with her body seemingly made of wrapping paper. Complete with a set of ribbons that served as her naughty undies, barely visible thanks to how loose her outfit was. That, and her rather generous looking curves. And the fact that she had bells attached right above the naughty bits, or on them in the case of her breasts...

"Jingle. Go away." Lumiel muttered, refusing to even look at her. Why else would he have pulled his hat down so far, when he could've just turned away? Especially since his body uncontrollably trembled as he heard the sound of those bells jingling.

"Aw, looks like ol' Lumiel's still allergic. Shame, I kinda liked the last time you were all cheery." Jingle sighed, her jingly bells echoing her disappointment. As for the big dragon, that made her chuckle. "You seem awfully pointy for a robot, Overlord. Ever thought about trying to be a Christmas Tree?"

"Hah, that would require me to stand still for too long! But I'll consider it." Neoheim would probably enjoy Christmas. Perhaps next year, he'd devote time to getting her a whole world. Just for her enjoyment. A gift from 'Father' to 'Daughter'. "But what brings you here, Jingle? Did you not hear, this world's a bit too tough for the likes of us."

"So?" Jingle chimed, clapping her hands together as she flashed a devious grin. "You know what it's like to get one of my gifts, Overlord! These mortals that gave you all sorts of trouble, they're going to be powerless to resist my gifts. And once they've had a taste, they'll never want to go back!"

She started laughing, and Overlord Helheim joined her. Two idiots laughing in stereo, bringing yet more pain to Lumiel in the process. If he could, he'd probably be inflicting untold pain upon the pair. But right now, he hoped that she would at least return results. Because if there was somebody that was going to be able to make this blasted holiday useful, it was going to be her.

And, to be fair, the thought of those nuisances being overwhelmed by their own gifts, twisting them into forms that were so much easier to deal with... Ehehe, now that was something that filled him with glee.

He just hoped that she wouldn't try something. Otherwise...

---

"Gifts? Wasn't Christmas while I was stuck in that armor?"

Mikai asked as she walked over to the Christmas Tree, a little surprised to find gifts laying underneath it. Honestly, really weird. Especially since Mom had told her that they'd celebrate closer to New Years, so they could start a new chapter of her life. Together with her girlfriends...

Saeko was sitting down by the gifts, gently adjusting her glasses as she poked the sides. "They... I don't know why, but they just make me worry." The bespectacled girl muttered. She'd know when presents were suspicious. Considering she was part of giving a suspicious present in the form of Mikai's corrupted Mother. "Yumeko, do you know anything about this? Or did your time in the future not show anything like this?"

Yumeko softly chuckled. "I know you think I know everything, just because I came back. But I only know so much." She had to keep putting them down like this. Honestly, they were both a handful in that regard. But it was okay. Saeko was probably still trying to get used to the idea of being with Mikai like this, and they were both still getting used to her existence as a time traveler too. "Maybe they're just gifts. It's not like they're going to hurt us or anything."

Mikai nodded as she got down, checking the gifts that were on offer. One for her, one for Saeko, and one for Yumeko. Hers was the biggest, with Saeko's being significantly smaller by comparison. Yumeko's was really flat too. What could it be..?

Saeko started to undo the ribbon on her gift. Something that wasn't too hard, considering the webs she had woven in the past. And once she pulled it out, she blinked a few times. Because... Uh...

It was a collar. The person who had gone through the trouble of giving her this gift... Had gotten her a leather collar. And nothing else. It was actually kind of deflating to see...

"I got some socks!" Mikai chimed, as she pulled out a very erotic looking pair of stockings. Meant to cling really tight to the leg, while at the same time being made of lace so she could show everything off. Yet again, an incredibly erotic outfit. Which just made Saeko tremble a little more, definitely suspicious of the entire thing at this point.

Yumeko opened her gift as well, and shook her head in disappointment. She had received a corset, a mask, a crop and a whip. All meant to be used by a dominatrix. "Alright, guess we've been pranked." There was no other good answer to what had happened here. Just a big ol' prank on these brand new girlfriends...

And yet, she couldn't help but wonder. What was this feeling in her heart? It was... It was telling her to put the corset on. And the more she looked at it, the more she thought it looked rather nice. Perhaps... Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to try it on.

This feeling was shared with her friends. With Mikai perhaps being the most affected, since her eyes were actively spiraling. And before long, each of them had put on their respective gifts. Some had it easier compared to the others, but they also helped out. Especially Yumeko, who had a bit more trouble putting on the corset than originally thought. A bit too tight, all things considered. Whoever picked out these gifts had gotten her a corset that was one size too small...

The second that each of the three girls had put their gifts on fully, a sharp sensation slashed through them, sending a moan echoing out through the house. And almost immediately after that, their expressions had changed...

Mikai idly looked at her fingers, sighing as she let her leg rest on top of one of the available chairs. Letting the others see her crotch, and really the rest of her limber body as well. She hadn't really worn anything else... Or had it disappeared when they were hit by this? Either way, she had such a different vibe. A vibe of an experienced stripper. "Mistress, where's the pole..?"

"You can work it when we get to the club." Yumeko said firmly, stretching out her whip as she smirked. There was something empowering about this tight corset. And the whip in her hands. And especially the crop. "Spider slut, you better get ready to earn my love too! You can't dance, but your tits are worth more than your lips! So put them to good use!" She shouted, cracking her whip against the ground.

Saeko trembled at the sound of the whip cracking, causing her naked body to shiver all over. Having her girlfri- Her Mistress compliment her breasts like this was... Oh gosh, it was embarrassing. But she had agreed to this whoreplay, so... A-As her loving sub, this was what she had to do. "Y-Yes, Mistress. I won't disappoint you!" She cried out, trembling a lot more as she put her fingers on her butterfly womb tattoo... Ah, she had such good taste in tattoos. It really showed that she was 'owned'...

Neither of the three realized that there was anything wrong with them. Claimed by their gifts, twisted into new forms... And yet still bonded together. It just meant that their Christmas together was going to be a lot... wetter...

And they wouldn't want it any other way...

---

"I thought you didn't give gifts, Saki."

"I generally don't. So why did I receive one from you?"

"That's not mine. Mine aren't as well put together as that one."

"Peculiar. On another note, is it possible I could have you help me with something? Lady D'Or wants to redecorate, and your new flame powers would be great for fine tuning the decorations."

"Only if you promise to show up at school again, Saki."

Two members of the Mimoto Highschool Student Council were currently chatting amongst themselves, as they stared at the mysterious gifts that they had received. And to be frank, neither of them understood exactly what was going on.

Saki stared at her box, and she couldn't help but want to slowly open it. She was curious at heart. That much was something that she shared with Mikai. And yet she also knew that if she did so, she would probably cause a lot of trouble. Not just because it could be a trap, but she knew how she would get if she was out of control.

Yuuki rubbed her cheek a little as she thought about what she could do to confirm the contents. She could freeze the gift, and then she could just... Break it open and see what was inside. If it was meant to be some sort of trap, then the trap would freeze too. Then they'd be safe. And yet she just didn't think that it'd be good enough. So... Well, what the hell.

The blue-haired girl watched her white-haired friend carefully, as Yuuki slowly but surely opened up her gift. She waited with baited breath. Waiting to see if anything would happen. Ready to save her from what might spring out. She was ready...

And yet nothing. All that was inside the gift was a rather stuffy sweater. One that looked more nerdy than anything, given the Natura Couleur characters that were delicately woven into it. Honestly, it looked like the kind of sweater that Saeko would knit. ...Maybe she should ask her to weave one for Lady D'Or...

"Heh, look, it's one of Saeko's sweaters." Yuuki shared the sentiment, immediately tossing off her top and slipping it on without much trouble. Which prompted her PASSIONATE tits to bounce briefly as she stripped bare, making Saki turn around so she didn't stare too much. Not that it took her long to put that thing on, because it was nice and cozy...

If that was what was inside Yuuki's box... Then that meant these had to be gifts from Saeko, correct? At least, that was the assumption that Saki was working under. So if she just removed this lid, then... She'd probably be fine, wouldn't she?

Saki opened the box, and stared inside. And all she saw was a pair of very fancy looking heels. Heels that she swore she had seen somewhere. But that was it. Nothing harmful. Nothing that could cause anybody harm. Just a pair of heels that looked really nice.

Well, if Yuuki went through the trouble of putting that sweater on, it only made sense that she should try out these heels too. Not that it was hard for her to slip them on. Saki had tried her fair share of fancy shoes, all for the sake of making her gait while transformed into Kanzei as alluring and as powerful as possible.

Yet, as soon as she had put them on properly, she felt a sharp sensation slashing through her. And a soft jingle echoed through her mind. Then... What was she doing, exactly..?

Saki took another good look at herself. As far as she could see, she was wearing her usual tight skirt, and her thong was definitely hiked up her ass. She was wearing that leopard print top that really complimented her tits, and her hoop earrings were properly attached. Everything seemed to be in order. So why was she in this stuffy room..?

Yuuki gasped as freckles covered her face, and her glasses fogged up as she looked at Saki. G-Gosh, such a pretty lady near her... Such a pretty, pretty lady Saki was... A-Ah, she made the right decision to buy her time... "T-Thank you so much, Saki..."

"Hm?" Saki raised an eyebrow as she gazed at Yuuki. Ah. That's right. This nerd had bought her time. Well, she was cute. "We're not on that level yet. But if you pay a bit more..." She said, as a gold digger's grin worked its way onto her lips. "Then I might just marry you, cutie."

Yuuki's face was overwhelmed by red. M-Maybe breaking her sister's fortune for this wonderful lady wasn't a bad idea after all. S-She'd forgive her, once she got a chance to sleep with her too... Ehehe... ehehe...

From proud girls in their own right, transformed into a prostitute and a nerd. And yet, there was still a bit of love between them. No matter how twisted it was...

Saki smirked. Well, it was time to earn her pay...

---

"...Qilin, you know these are trapped."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"How many times have I told you to keep these things away from us if they're trapped?"

"At least 16 times, Hiro-nee."

"Then why."

"Because I don't want to see you be all stiff on Christmas, silly! Sure, I helped you save Mikai by draining those emotions into your arm and all that stuff, but that doesn't mean I want a dull Hiro-nee!"

Hiro stared at her coworker. A long and hard stare that immediately made Qilin start sweating. "Qilin." She said, no emotion reflected in her voice. "QILIN." The voice got louder. And yet you couldn't tell that she was angry. It was as close to angry as she could get. Because she definitely was meant to be angry.

Qilin giggled, sweat pouring down the side of her head. "C'mon. Just go along with this. It's not like it's going to hurt us in the long run. The nice lady that gave me told us that she's not going to invade. And I made sure she wouldn't." Qilin said, her eyes very briefly flashing black as if she still had pieces of her corrupted self in her. "So don't worry about it. It'll be fiiiiine. Fiiiiiiiine, I tell you!"

Hiro just sighed as she gazed upon the gift. She adjusted the robotic cast she was wearing on her arm, causing a smaller variant of her Pawn Blade to pop out of her wrist. And with a single cut, she opened the gift. All so she could see what was inside...

It was a small dress. A dress that seemed a little too small for her. A dress that kind of reminded her of her younger days, when she was just starting out as part of Atlas Corp. Which made her glare towards Qilin again.

Qilin, meanwhile, had a matching dress. Though hers was properly sized for somebody like her. Maybe a little too big in the chest department, not that Qilin wasn't busty. "Ehe. Guess she wanted us to match. You need any help, Hiro-ne-"

Before Qilin finished, Hiro had already put hers on. And indeed, it seemed far too short. It didn't expose anything, and the black rose in her hair contrasted her white hair very well. But she still looked ridiculous. Especially with that plain expression.

Her partner just chuckled in turn, as she went ahead and put on the gothic black dress as well. Yep, hers was definitely a little too big. But it didn't matter, did it? As long as they were having fun... together...

A slash of pleasure poured through them as well, and she felt a tinge of pleasure burst out. W-What was going on, why was she...Oh, goodness, had she always been filling out this dress so much? Where was her darling little Hiro..?

"Momma..."

Hiro wrapped her arms around Qilin. Her Momma. She was still wearing that arm, and it seemed to fit her completely. But she looked younger. Not only that, but she looked positively adorable. Which was more than enough to make Qilin smile. Ah, her beloved little Hiro. So nervous. And she had so much difficulty with her emotions...

"There there, Hiro." Qilin smiled, the maternal goth hugging her shorter sweetheart. "How about we go watch those nice shows you liked? I think you'd like that a lot." She chimed. Always happy to make her sweet little daughter happy.

Hiro smiled a little as well. Unaware that the dresses that they wore had changed their dynamic. Nor that they had managed to cure her condition ever slightly. All while leaving the spirit of their bond intact.

Right now, she just wanted to spend a little time with her Momma... It was Christmas, after all...

---

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot that box."

"If you do, I'm leaving you with Tithoth and nothing else."

"Fuck."

Hayato grumbled as he put away his firearm, glaring at the boxes that Ero had brought. He knew that they were bad news. He could feel it. They were radiating Darkness influence. Why in the world did she want to open them, knowing that!?

"Every day we spend together, I lose a little more of my sanity." Hayato muttered as before glancing back towards Ero. "..." He could've kept going. But he chose to stop. "You open yours first."

"No, you." Ero smiled from ear to ear. "Since you were going to say something reaaaaally bad." She chimed, her face being cast in shadow. She wasn't about to let him get away with this. No way. This was his punishment for being edgy. And mean.

Hayato grit his teeth, flicking a knife out from his pocket and carefully cutting it open. The wrapping paper was nice. He could reuse it for a personal project. And for his gift for his Mom, assuming she wasn't hibernating.

As for what was inside, it was... A bottle of perfume? Strange. Gold and glittery, just like a Jõtai... Nope, definitely bad. He wasn't going to touch it. No way. If he did, then he was probably going to be transformed into a copy of D'Or or something...

"C'mooon. Use it. You'd probably smell nice. Maybe you'd be worth kissing too." The gangurogoth bot laughed as he glared daggers at her, before opening up her own gift with a lot less grace. Basically just tossing the box once she had salvaged the gift inside, after she took a good look at it.

It was... A cross? Eh? She wasn't religious. And yet, it kinda looked nice. Maybe she should wear it around her neck. Yeah, that'd be a great accessory. Maybe Hayato would like it, ehe.

Hayato twitched as he watched Ero wrap the cross around her neck. "Please don't start acting like you're religious. If you start promoting some sort of weird cult, I might actually lose it."

"In the name of our holy mother, you might just need to drop your pants." Ero pulled off a surprisingly gentle sounding nun voice, before switching right back to the erotic vibes she always radiated. "Now c'mon. Put on the perfume. Or I'm going to make Tithoth stronger. Imagine the smell you're going to have to mask if you have tits that huge."

Hayato was going to get back at her one day. But for now, he reached into the box. Picking out the perfume and spritzing a single dose onto him. Grimacing as he felt the gold... creeping... over him..?

A burst of pleasure echoed through their forms, causing both of them to moan. Then Hayato blinked, pursing his lips slightly... His..? Her..? It was hard to tell, honestly. Her mind was so foggy...

"Ah, would you like to donate to our church?" The nun at her side smiled. Despite the makeup she wore, despite the dark hues of her tan, she was trying her best to appear gentle and innocent. Admirable. An unruly sort that had changed her path in life...

"Hmmm... Lemme see what I've got, sugah." Hayato muttered as she reached into her purse, not really paying attention to the golden clip on nails. Nor her huge tits. Nor her extremely curvaceous body. For a rich gal like her, who could afford a genuine tan and the best kind of hair treatment and all the most expensive clothes, like the big fluffy fur coat she wore, a donation wasn't a problem at all... "Hmmm... Say, darling... You mind coming home with me? I think I forgot to bring any hard cash. And I wouldn't want such a cute soul like you to go home empty handed."

"C-Cute?" Sister Ero blushed. She... She had never received that kind of compliment, especially from a pretty woman like her. "I-I, uhm, I-I... R-Relationships aren't-"

Hayato didn't let her finish, pulling her into her arms. "Ssssh. Let me teach you something the church won't teach you. Don't worry. It won't hurt... And I promise, I'll take real good care of you." She chimed, petting her ever gently on the head.

The gifts had changed them dramatically. Turning such a prudish edgy boy into a beautiful rich dame, and a pervert into an innocent nun. And yet, they still remained close. Perhaps even closer, even though neither would be willing to talk about this after Christmas.

All while the jingling bells kept heralding pure joy throughout Mimoto...

---

"She didn't even conquer the town! I knew it! I KNEW IT!"

Lumiel was furious. He had the audacity to think that she would do anything worthwhile. And here she was. Just... Messing with the inhabitants! She didn't even corrupt any of them! And to make matters worse, his usual sandbag wasn't here! Frustration, at every single corner!

"Oh, Lumiel! There's a gift for you as well!"

Lumiel froze as he heard the sound of Jingle's bell ringing. And he was forced to turn around, already under the sway of the Prime's power. Gritting his teeth as he watched her offer a single gift. One that wasn't even properly wrapped up.

It was a dress. Like the one she wore. Like the one the other Santa girl at her side wore. A quick glance at the girl revealed the robotic details, and the fact that she was far too pleased with this. Helheim, you bastard..!

Unfortunately, Lumiel had no power to resist. Despite his efforts, he was made to put it on. All he could do was cry out in frustration as the power of the Christmas-enthusiastic Prime filled him...

And his expression grew nice and blissful, right as her feminine aspects popped free, filling out that nice dress she wore. "Mmmm... Merry Christmas..." She giggled, especially as her hair grew out and covered up one eye. Which would match Helheim, who also had one eye covered. All while she clung to Jingle, giggling in tune with the bells.

Christmas had come for all. And the bells would herald a night of joy. A strange night of lust, but a night full of joy regardless. And she would enjoy seeing it all unfold from the comfort of the Darkness, flanked by her lovely Santa Wives...

Merry Christmas to all. And to all, Good Night...