The Ripen Female

After the Acolyte of Lust escaped the combined vision of Mr Reach and Anna, he dove into a dark alley where he began scheming mischievously. "That Ripen Female, she possesses a Sacred Fruit of Virginity. I could almost taste it if that old man hadn't interfered. I won't let this chance slip me by. In this age of technology and oppression, Ripen Virgins are really rare to come by and I must acquire seven Sacred Fruit of Virginity before the dawn of Christmas."

While scheming, Big AL leapt onto the side of a building where he began climbing to the roof.

A little boy who just so happened to be walking by with his parents got a glimpse of this spectacle and shouted, "Mommy! Papa! Look! It's Santa Claus! I think he's going to deliver presents!"

The little boy's parents didn't even glance in the direction where he pointed. As far as they were concerned, many dressed-up Santas were parading on Christmas Eve, none of which was the real deal.

"But I saw him, mommy! He was running upside that building there, also, he was extremely fat; so he must be real. All the other Santas that I've seen up till now looked like a twig compared to him."

"Stop acting like a spoiled brat, Benny and keep up." The parents didn't pay much attention to their child's gibberish. They continued to drag him behind them.

Thud!

The Acolyte of Lust made it to the rooftop of Mr Reach's shop. It was triangular with plated glass patterns cascading in a stylized array. He observed Mr Reach along with his Ripen Daughter carrying the Christmas tree to the rear end of the shop.

"Dad, mom took Rilo with her to go set up for the Midnight Run. She told me to tell you to bring the Gear Suspensor after you get back." The Ripen Female helped her old man set down the Christmas tree in a corner, facing upward.

"Margaret said that? Why didn't she just bring the one I left in the shed?" Mr Reach stared at his Ripen Daughter; puzzled, moreover, wildered.

She shrugged while replying, "I don't know dad. I told her that you had one in the shed but she said that she didn't want that one. I don't know if it is broken or…"

"It isn't broken!" Mr Reach interrupted his daughter's speech. "That one's handle is just a little bit smaller is all." He touched his forehead in annoyance. "Ahh, that damn woman. Your mother is going to make me old before my time."

"You don't have to worry about getting old, dad. You look as fresh as ever." The Ripen Female tried to cheer up her old man. It was partially effective.

Mr Reach picked up his keys that he had set down on the counter earlier then began walking towards the shop's exit. "I'm going to swing by the Midnight Run and give your mother a big piece of my mind. Can you look after things here until I get back?"

"Of course, dad. I have been doing exactly that for the last couple of days now. Go on ahead, just make sure not to bite mom too hard or she might bite back." The Ripen Female gave her father a curt smile of goodbye.

"I'll keep that in mind. Take care, Anna." Mr Reach went inside his mini-trucked parked out front then drove off; furthering his vehicle into the snow-filled town of Penetration Vulva.

"Hmm…" Taking notice of Mr Reach's disappearance, the Acolyte of Lust watched the Ripen Female as she unboxed some antiquities around the veneer counter all by her lonesome. He grinned sinisterly.

Big AL slid across the rooftop sneakily, making his way towards a small opening at the back.

Noticing a faint shadow cast over her momentarily, Anna looked up to inspect the ceiling with her suspicious vision. "Huh… what was that just now? Hm?"

She spotted a chink in the glass ceiling. "Is that a crack? Gosh, I warned dad about putting up that damn fancy glass roofing but no—he wanted his establishment to look stylish and professional. If a bird made that crack, what would happen if hails of snow started falling onto it?"

Ripen Anna frustrated her pretty little head, believing that some sort of bird had made that crack. Unbeknownst to her, it was a one-ton beast that slid across that slippery glass that managed splendidly to hold up its weight only to suffer from minor splinters.

Thud!

"Huh! What was that noise?" Ripen Anna heard a loud bustle coming from around the back of the shop.

Thud!

"There it is again. It came from the storage room. I wonder if it is those Christmas mice who raided our shop last year." Anna picked up a Rat Repellent from underneath the counter then swayed her voluptuous hips towards the storage room. "If it is those Christmas mice then I have a swell Christmas present for them."

Creek!

Ripen Anna opened the storage room door; steadied her breathing, moreover, readied her Rat Repellent to go bag herself some Christmas mice but…when she went inside the storage room all she discovered were old appliances. Not a creature was scurrying, not even a mouse.

"Where are those furry little rodents? Come out, come out wherever you are."

Anna searched around the storage room, truthfully believing that the strange noises she heard earlier were indeed the workings of the Christmas mice. She even made sure to not turn on the room lights, only the hallway's light beamed inside. She had also set up a little trap outside, just in case her prey got cheeky and decide to flee towards the light.

Continuing her search of the storage room, Anna began moving some broken appliances around. As she did so, she got ambushed suddenly by a bundle of irritating dry dust.

"Cough! Cough!" Anna had to cover her face abruptly. I better remind dad to clean this place up when he gets back."

"Here, cover your nose with this." A white handkerchief was offered to her solemnly throughout the darkness. Anna involuntarily took the handkerchief before realizing what was happening.

"Thanks for this… huh????" Anna spun around frantically like she had two ship propellers infixed into her hips, trepidation filled her heart and soul. Her illustrious sapphire eyes caught sight of a dark, big, huge, humungous beast which had frosted air oozing out of its grinning mouth.

"Huh!? Eeeeek!!!!" Anna's fear finally took a toll on her sweet slender legs. It forced her to tumble backwards over some carton boxes. As fear started slithering up her sweet thighs, it decided to stop at her loins where it took a big bite of her juicy va-jay-jay! Her sleek, pink velvet of seductive flesh, shuddered, subsequently, let loose a rill of trepidation! The dry dust on the floor beneath her legs tried to flee to safety. However, they eventually got soaked to death by Anna's frightful flow.