>>29118
Continuing the Christmas Journey of HollyHock and CandyCane as a side story to Talking Turkey. The next pictures get more complicated so it gets tricky to torture the AI into giving me what I want

>>29152
Oh my! Haha. I do love their cheekiness!

really great story till here

maybe we can read the cooking of Sarah, Amelia, Caroline/Ella or of one from the other girls too.

>>29153
I'm kind of at the point where this sub-story is basically writing itself. I'm only channeling/illustrating it.

>>29154
I'm planning a sequel that takes us through the subsequent year up to the next Christmas 😁

“Stop!” she called out and the boys did as they were told. Since Merlin had just passed in front of her and Rob was all the way behind, Amelia guided him back. “So, um, what do I do?” Caroline asked. “Do I just suck on it like a candy cane?”

“Put the end in your mouth and lick it with your tongue.” Rachel instructed helpfully. Caroline reached out and felt Melin’s thighs and worked her way up to his hips then, keeping on hand on his hip to help guide her, she felt for his willy with her other hand then taking hold of it with her thumb and two fingers. It was about four inches long, half an inch wide and very hard but also a little squishy at the same time which amused her. She leaned forward with her mouth open and put her lips around it then did as she was told, licking the dome on the end. From the excited little gasps the boy made, she was clearly doing something right.

“Now take as much of it in as you can,” Rachel continued her tutorial, “and lick it all over.” Caroline did as she was told, managing to take Merlin’s boyhood entirely into her mouth, a much easier task than for Samantha or Amelia with Josh’s which was nearly twice the size. “Now move your lips up and down the shaft,” Rachel told her, “and keep licking the end!” Eagerly, Caroline began to bob back and forth while everyone else enjoyed the spectacle of Merlin receiving his first ever blow-job!

Much like his Uncle Josh, Merlin’s had been building up quite a load all day, having spent most of it with a near-permanent erection, starting right back in the car journey on their way to the party as he anticipated what was to come, enhanced when they arrived and were welcomed by Samantha in her birthday suit and fed continuously through the day with all the naked girls happily displaying themselves. In fact, the only times it had really gone down was when he had been naked himself out playing in the snow, partly due to the cold and partly because he was having so much fun that he actually forgot to be aroused. But with a naked girl now kneeling in front of him with her lips around his willy, dexterous tongue constantly teasing the head, there was no way he could hold back for more than a minute or so and very soon her erupted in Caroline’s mouth, sending a powerful jet of hot, thick cream shooting into the back of her throat. From the way his body shuddered and the way Caroline jumped in surprise, it was clear to everyone what had happened.

“Good!” Amelia instructed this time. “Now swallow it and lick the end clean. There might be a few last drops to suck out. You know,” she grinned, “I’ve heard boy-cream is great for fattening piggies!”

“Ooh I want some too!” Ella half exclaimed, half pouted. “I’m cooking too and I’ve never given a blow-job either!”

“Well it’s a very good job we have another boy standing by!” Amanda winked at her brother. This would not be Rob’s first by any stretch of the imagination but certainly his first from a girl as young and eager as Ella! Amelia helped Caroline to her feet and removed the blindfold. Merlin thanked her a little sheepishly and they exchanged a hug that was only slightly awkward before the very relieved boy put his pyjama trousers back on and they both sat back down, Leaving Rob standing up, in both senses of the word, and Ella, not bothering with the blindfold since she already knew who her test-subject was, kneeling in front of him.

“Do you want me to talk you through it?” Rachel asked kindly as Ella stroked Rob’s willy which, in its fully erect state, was about half an inch longer that Merlin’s and not quite a quarter inch wider.

“No, I remember what you told Caroline.” the nine year old assured her then confidently enveloped the end two inches or so of Rob’s hard boyhood in her cute, warm little mouth. In no time at all she was confidently bobbing back and forth and Rob did his best to hold back his own accumulated load, wanting to give the little cutie a proper experience! After about three and a half minutes of Ella’s increasingly energetic attention, however, he could no longer contain himself and, just like her sister, Ella experienced the delicious surprise of hot, thick, boy-cream being squirted down her through. Hungrily, she swallowed then sucked out the last few drops. A look of triumph on her face, she stood up and hugged him.

“I hope now you’ll enjoy eating me even more?” she grinned. “Do you think I look tasty?”

“You sure do!” Rob grinned, leaning down and giving her rump a cheeky squeeze. “Especially this!” Like Merlin, he put his trousers back on and everyone sat down again, the conversation turning to how much everyone was looking forward to enjoying Ella and Caroline at Sidney’s in just over two weeks. The sisters looked incredibly proud and happy to hear how everyone was describing them and discussing which parts they were most eager to get a taste of.

Eventually, everyone decided to get into their sleeping bags, bringing all the beds quite close together in the middle of the hall like the pillows had been. The hall lights had already been dimmed to their lowest setting, leaving enough light to see by if anyone needed to go to the bathroom in the night or wanted to help themselves from the snack table so they decided to leave it on.

Snuggling to Rachel, the older girl’s hand on her cute, round rump, Willow began to sleepily trace the outline of the teen’s lovely big areolae with the tip of her finger, finding the big, firm boobs rather fascinating.

“You can suck on them of you want?” Rachel offered sweetly. “Would you like that?” The little girl nodded and Rachel gently guided her head to her left breast. “You can bite my nipple too if you like,” she offered, “but only lightly! Don’t go biting it off or whoever gets that tit at the barbecue might be disappointed!” Willow giggled and began to suck on her older friend’s pretty nipple, like a baby feeding from its mother, nipping it ever so lightly with her teeth which Rachel seemed to really enjoy.

Meanwhile, in another of the cosy, zipped-together sleeping bags, Nadine was reminiscing about what she had seen in the kitchen earlier that day.

“Samantha was scratching her privates while she was in the oven.” she told the other girls. “Gram said it was to help her relax and that if felt nice, like when you dry down there with a towel after the bath.”

“That’s right!” Caroline smiled. “Don’t you ever rub yourself down there in bed? I think that’s why so many girls love the idea of being spitted!” she giggled. “We have the perfect hole for it to go in and putting things in there feels nice! Have you really never tried it?”

“Never.” Nadine shook her head, feeling a little foolish and wondering what she might have been missing out on.

“Here,” Caroline turned onto her side, as did Ella on the other side of Nadine, and reached between her new friend’s legs, “let me show you.” she began to gently stroke Nadine’s plump slit with one finger, then two, pushing a little deeper with every stroke until her fingers were inside the younger girl, stroking her g-spot on the inside and teasing her hard little clit with her thumb. Nadine gasped, then moaned, then gave squeaks of pleasure as Caroline’s experienced fingers gave the nine year old her first ever orgasm! “How did that feel?” the older meat-girl asked with a grin.

“Am...amazing!” Nadine struggled breathily to get the word out. “And I can do that myself?”

“Of course!” The sisters then worked together to teach Nadine the art of pleasuring herself, showing her how nice it could be to stroke or even pinch her nipples at the same time, and proving that there was really no limit to how many orgasms a girl could have in any given period of time. By the time they fell asleep, Nadine’s eyes, not to mention her tight, virgin cunt, had been opened to a whole new world of physical pleasure!

Rather surprisingly, the only group that did not engage in any naughtiness before falling asleep was the one that comprised Amelia, Rob and Amanda, who instead found themselves content just to snuggle together, Rob in the middle with the girls on either side, the pyjama-clad boy spooning Amelia and being spooned by his sister. Merlin, as he had previously stated, was perfectly content on his own and eventually all the youngsters fell into a happy, full-bellied sleep.

She had no idea how much time had passed and it was clearly still very dark outside when Amelia felt herself being shaken awake by a large but gentle hand on her shoulder. Opening her eyes sleepily, she saw Josh leaning over her, finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet as everyone else was still sleeping. He was only wearing the bottom half of his pyjamas and she could smell the wine on his breath. Fairly sure there was only one reason he would be waking her up like this in the middle of the night, she sat up, heart being fast.

“Everyone’s asleep.” he whispered conspiratorially. “Will you come outside with me? I want...no,” he corrected himself with a grin, “I need to fuck you in the snow!” Amelia did not need a second invitation and, giggling but trying her best to stay quiet and not wake the others, she slipped out of the sleeping bag. “Let’s go out the back,” he suggested, “so we don’t have to open the fire door.” Holding hands, they ran out of the hall and through the corridor past the toilets and kitchen and out the door then around the side of the building to the lawn where the epic snowball battles had taken place, the only evidence left of them the remains of the snowmen and the ruined tower sticking up through the fresh-fallen snow.

Already naked herself, of course, Amelia tugged down Josh’s pyjama trousers, seeing to her great satisfaction that he was hard as a rock, then he lay her down on her back in the snow and made surprisingly gentle, sweet love to her as the snow continued to fall around and on top of them. It was, Amelia considered, the most romantic thing she could imagine. For a while they lay together embracing, the warmth of Josh’s body more than enough for Amelia despite their surroundings, then he picked her up and carried her back inside.

“Thank you.” he whispered, kissing her on the cheek as he helped her dry off before slipping back into the communal sleeping bag. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she whispered back to him. “I love you!”


To be continued...

>>28806

Found an "old" one. :)

> “You and Mummy and her and her mum and dad and maybe Gram and Gramps too? You could take the whole family for a lovely meal!”
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“You and Mummy and her mum and dad and maybe Gram and Gramps too? You could take the whole family for a lovely meal!”


>>29151

> The magic trick crackers that Samantha and Amelia had chosen for the evening were an even bigger hit than the Sidney-esque Barbie ones since each contained a small but intriguing trick along along with instructions to help the recipient master them and throughout the meal, the guests, adults and children alike, worked on being able to demonstrate their conjuring skills to those around them.
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The magic trick crackers that Samantha and Amelia had chosen for the evening were an even bigger hit than the Sidney-esque Barbie ones since each contained a small but intriguing trick along with instructions to help the recipient master them and throughout the meal, the guests, adults and children alike, worked on being able to demonstrate their conjuring skills to those around them.

> Several of the guests had brought contributions towards the evening spread and there were all sorts of different party foods on offer – cold pizza, pasta salads, regular salads, sandwiches, sausages rolls, both regular and vegetarian, sausages on sticks, dips with nachos or sticks of raw carrot, celery and cucumber, cheese and crackers more types of crisps than many of the guests new existed and of course Gramps’ famous cheese and pineapple hedgehog – something that no party, or so he claimed, was complete without!
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo (?): sausage (or is "sausages" indeed correct if more than one sausage is used for a roll?)
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: [crackers], [more]
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: knew
Several of the guests had brought contributions towards the evening spread and there were all sorts of different party foods on offer – cold pizza, pasta salads, regular salads, sandwiches, sausage rolls, both regular and vegetarian, sausages on sticks, dips with nachos or sticks of raw carrot, celery and cucumber, cheese and crackers, more types of crisps than many of the guests knew existed and of course Gramps’ famous cheese and pineapple hedgehog – something that no party, or so he claimed, was complete without!

> Wanting to make sure she got a chance to have fun too, Gram and Gramps insisted that Laura go out with the kids while they, Josh Martin cleared up.
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Wanting to make sure she got a chance to have fun too, Gram and Gramps insisted that Laura go out with the kids while they, Josh and Martin cleared up.

> They talked about how Samantha excited Samantha had been before she went to the kitchen and how beautiful she had looked when she came out the oven, not to mention how delicious she had tasted.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Needlessness: Samantha
They talked about how excited Samantha had been before she went to the kitchen and how beautiful she had looked when she came out the oven, not to mention how delicious she had tasted.


>>29157

I appreciate that my erotic wish comes true ‒ no matter if it was inspired by me or already planned before. :D

> Caroline reached out and felt Melin’s thighs and worked her way up to his hips then, keeping on hand on his hip to help guide her, she felt for his willy with her other hand then taking hold of it with her thumb and two fingers.
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Caroline reached out and felt Melin’s thighs and worked her way up to his hips then, keeping one hand on his hip to help guide her, she felt for his willy with her other hand then taking hold of it with her thumb and two fingers.

> It was about four inches long, half an inch wide and very hard but also a little squishy at the same time which amused her.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ (Bio)Logical(?): four inches long, half an inch wide ‒ I know that penises vary a lot in length and width, but from what I've all seen to me half an inch sounds way to thin in relation with four inches. IMHO three quarter inches are more reasonable, independent from the age of the carrier. Or it should be not longer than three inches.

Nobody was in any particular hurry to wake up in the morning. Gram was first out of bed and, still wearing her snowman onesie, hunted around in the kitchen until she found a catering-sized insulated pot in which she could make coffee that could sit out in the hall and keep itself warm as the adults who might want it woke up. She made more in bugs for herself and her husband, poured some milk into a jug and found a packet of sugar and a handful of teaspoons then put everything onto a tray and took it into the hall. Gramps was just emerging from the tent when she got back and was very grateful for his coffee.

“Mugs!” Gram exclaimed in alarm as she handed her husband his.

“Um, mugs to you too?” he replied, puzzled.

“Sorry!” Gram chuckled. “I just realised I made coffee and brought out everything I thought people might want with it but forgot to provide anything to put it in!”

“I wouldn’t worry for now.” Gramps chuckled, angling his head pointedly towards the stage whose curtains could only do so much to muffle the snores of varying pitch and tone that came from behind them. “I don’t think anyone will be needing one any time soon. Let’s enjoy these then go get them together.” They sat down on two of the chairs by the side of the hall and opened one of the curtains over the nearest window, enjoying the early morning light that it let in.Outside, snow still covered the ground but no more seemed to be falling.

As they sipped their coffee they chatted about how surprisingly well they had slept and how good the children had been, having given them no bother at all once they went to sleep and the only sounds they made were when one or other of them wanted something from the snack table or made a visit to the bathroom. All were sleeping peacefully and looking incredibly content. It was a little strange to think that at least three of them would not see another Christmas, but their Samantha had been so happy and excited to cook for them and had seemed to enjoy every moment of her big day so much that they could not bring themselves to feel sad for any of the girls.

It was not surprising that the children would start to wake up before the adults and that, once one was up, it was only a matter of time before the woke the others. Amanda was first, and her act of sitting up was enough to awaken her brother and Amelia who slept on the other side of him. Not feeling like getting dressed yet but being naked not having the same allure on Boxing Day morning as it had the day before, Amanda hunted around for her pyjamas. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed or in any way ashamed of her nudity, it was just that, for her at least, the novelty had worn off and she craved the cosiness that pyjamas provided. Rachel, when she woke up, seemed to take the same view, as did Amelia.

It came as no shock to anyone that Willow was resistant to the idea and stubbornly insisted that she would not put anything on until a grown-up told her that she had to, or that Ella and Caroline, now that their harvest date was confirmed to be just over half a month away, wanted to make sure nobody forgot that they were meat-girls. The surprise hold-out was, in fact, Nadine! Samantha’s young cousin who had been so freaked out about the idea of being mistaken for a meat-girl that she had initially refused to come to the party at all and had tried to ban her family from doing so was now among the most reluctant to cover her delicious-looking naked young body!

“Don’t over-do it!” Gram warned, coming back from the kitchen with a tray of coffee mugs and seeing them investigating the snack table. “Pretty sure there’s breakfast planned for everyone!” After indulging in light pre-breakfast snacks, it was still Christmas after all, the children helped to separate, re-zip and roll up the sleeping bags and let down the air mattresses, the best technique for which, they found, was for one person to squeeze the cap valve while another rolled up and down to force out the air. Soon they had all the bedding packed up and neatly piled in a corner.

Of the adults on the stage, Laura and her brother Martin seemed to be the first ones up, with Josh following close behind, coming down the steps into the hall already fully dressed. They all helped themselves gratefully to coffee then Laura asked Gram to go to the kitchen with her to help get breakfast ready while Josh, Gramps, Martin and the children were tasked with carefully starting to take down the decorations.

“What are you going to do with those?” Nadine asked as Josh carefully flattened the stand on the back of the Samantha cutout that had been kneeling on a platter, ready to to wrap it back up in its protective layer of bubble-wrap and slip it back into its cardboard sleeve.

“We hadn’t really decided.” he admitted. “We do want to keep some but I know Sam liked the idea that some people might take them home. Why?” he asked his sweet, naked niece with a smile. “Is there one you particularly like?”

“I love the one by the coats where she’s playing snowballs!” Nadine grinned cutely. “We had a lot of fun in the snow yesterday so that one would definitely remind me of the party!” Josh couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking of the fun that he and Amelia had enjoyed in the snow when everyone else was asleep.

“Well, if it’s okay with your daddy,” he replied carefully, wanting to respect a fellow parent’s boundaries, “then we’d be happy for you to take that one home!” Clapping her hands together with joy, Nadine scampered up onto the stage to wake Mike and tell him the good news.

Thinking that the end of the party would be as good a time as any to distribute the cutouts to friends and family who wanted them, Josh Laura’s bag of what she called “Potential Essentials” from behind the curtain and began to rummage through it. The bag contained two roles of tape, a packet of blu-tac, a box of drawing pins, a packet of sticking plasters, a pack of safety pins, a tape measure, three biros, a spare notebook, a universal phone charger, assorted other bits and bobs and the thing Josh was looking for – a black Sharpie! With this, he wrote “Platter” on the cardboard sleeve so that it would be easy to tell which picture was inside. He did the same with the other two half-sized cutouts, labelling them “Sitting Sidney” and “Crouching Elf”.

It would be nice, he thought, to put at least one in his new children’s bedroom, maybe two so that they could have one each once the remodelling that had planned was completed. He was fairly sure that Willow was going to want at least one of the Sidney pictures but he thought it best to talk to his wife before promising any others.

As the two who had enjoyed the most wine the night before, although everyone had got rather merry up on the stage once relieved of childcare responsibilities, Clive and Mike were the last two down off the stage and made a bee-line straight for the coffee before joining in with helping to take the decorations down. Josh admitted as he looked at the ever-growing pile of boxes and bags that he had not give a whole lot of thought to what would happen to everything afterwards – he had just been accumulating for the party! The stocking gifts and going own with their recipients and the crackers being used up would perhaps create a little extra space but everything else was going to have to be found a space back in the garage! At least, he smiled, he was going to be able to provide his new children with one of the best-decorated houses in town for a good few Christmasses to come!

Going out into the lobby, he disconnected the snowflake projector and made only a semi-successful attempt at packing it back into its box. Next he packed away the two standing cutouts that had been positioned there to greet the guests, removing the tinsel garland from around Sidney-Samantha’s neck and labelling their sleeves “Sidney Front” and “Snowballer”. He then fetched the last two from the hall, carefully folding, packing and labelling them “Sidney Back” and “Standing Elf”.

With everyone working together, the process of taking the decorations down went surprisingly quickly and within an hour, the whole evening of careful preparation had been undone. Josh asked Mike to come outside with him and help take down the snow machines and dismantle the system he had set up to feed them while Martin and Clive put all but two of the tables away and Laura supervised the setting of the remaining tables, once again in a T formation, for breakfast. While all this was going on, Gramps enlisted the help of Rob and Merlin to dismantle and put away the sound system, making sure to take the CD out first and giving the three memory sticks that contained Samantha’s playlists to his daughter. To keep them safe for the time being, Laura put these in a plastic baggie along with the one that held the photographs and the video of “Rosie the Christmas Turkey” and stored them safely in her handbag.

“Hey, did you just get a message from my mum?” Amelia asked, approaching Laura with her phone in her hand. Laura took hers out and checked, finding indeed an apologetic message from Penny explaining that it was still snowing very heavily up where Amelia’s sister and her family lived so it was not safe to drive and asking if Amelia would be okay to stay with them one more night.

“Did she tell you what had happened?” Laura asked.

“Yeah.” Amelia shrugged, not seeming too upset. “Guess you’re stuck with me for a bit longer! Unless,” she added with a cheeky giggle, “you want to cook me up for breakfast? I’m sure my sister would understand!”

“Hmm…” Laura pretended to consider this offer before making a show of checking the time. “Aww darn it! That would take too long! Guess we’ll have to put up with keeping you around?”

“Shucks!” Amelia giggled. “Sucks to be you, huh?”

“What do we think?” Laura asked Josh as he came in through the fire doors and stamped the snow off his feet. “Can we handle one more night with Amelia?”

“I’m sure we’ll cope somehow!” Josh winked at his young concubine, making her giggle. “Family got snowed in up there?” Excusing herself from Amelia for a moment, Laura approached her husband and took him aside for a quiet conversation.

“I know we were thinking the new kids were going to need a lot of support and reassurance their first proper night on their own with us,” she reminded him, “but look at them, they’re happy, confident and fitting in perfectly already!” It was true. Looking at Rob and Amanda joining in with the others in setting the table for breakfast, and remembering how they had been the day before, it would have been easy to forget that they were newcomers to the family and had not grown up as part of it.

“Yeah it’s great!” Josh agreed. “But why do I feel like you’re trying to make some sort of point?” Josh knew his wife well enough to know immediately when she was laying the groundwork for some sort of big suggestion.

“Well, all I was thinking…” she paused for a moment, looking for the right words. “I’ve already said I’ll take them back to the home when we finish here, or mostly anyway, so they can collect their things and say goodbye to their friends there. That’s probably going to take several hours anyway. Then tomorrow I don’t mind taking them out on my own, or I can see if Mum and Dad would like to take them on an outing somewhere. You should take Amelia into town this afternoon, look around the sales and stuff, then find a nice little hotel for the night and book a show. I’m sure nobody will think twice about a loving Daddy treating his daughter to a night out at the theatre and a fancy restaurant then not wanting to have to get her all the way home once she’s all tired out. What do you say?”

“I…” Josh wondered for a moment if this was a trap but his wife’s attitude to things over the last few weeks was enough to convince him that it was not. “You wouldn’t mind? Me not being around, I mean to help with the new ones?”

“It’s not like they’re babies.” Laura reminded him. “And this way I can give them full attention without having to worry about including Amelia too, and she won’t spend the whole day tomorrow making excuses to try to get you on your own for a quick bunk-up!” she teased. “Let her have a night and day or so where she feels like your one-and-only!”

With the plans made, Josh beckoned Amelia over and Laura went back to arranging breakfast, looking up to see the young girl jumping up into Josh’s arms and hugging him tightly before kissing him with unbridled passion, clearly very happy with the proposed arrangement!

Finally it was time for everyone to sit down to breakfast which was a mix of food that needed using up from the day before and fresh croissants and other pastries that Laura had baked in the oven that morning from packets of pre-made pastry along with fruit, assorted jams, yoghurt and cereal bars. The intention was to leave very little in the way of food that needed to be taken away again and the guests did not let Laura down. By the time breakfast was finished, the leftovers all fitted into three fairly large Tupperware pots. With breakfast over, the children all freshened up and got dressed, even Willow who finally received the required instruction from a grown-up, in the form of her dad Martin, that she had to put her clothes on for the journey home.

With the exception of her skull that Laura packed carefully to take home, Samantha’s remains in the green bags were put out into the large bin in the yard along with the black bags containing the other rubbish. The final two tables were put away, the chairs stacked and the hall swept. As Josh had predicted, when the offer was made, Willow asked to take home the front-facing Sidney figure. Laura reserved the sitting Sidney and the platter-kneeler to keep at home as well as the standing elf. Gram asked if she and Gramps could have the one with Samantha in her Sidney outfit showing off her rump and Josh suggested that they also keep the crouching elf themselves to use as part of their Christmas decorations each year.

Just as they were starting to debate the logistics of how they were going to get everything home in just one car, especially as Laura had others things to do that day rather than keep driving back and forth to the hall, Mr Jenkins sent a message to say there was no hurry in clearing their stuff out and the next booking that had been made for the hall was on New Year’s Eve so as long as he got the keys back on the thirtieth to give to the next customers and everything of theirs was gone by then, it would not be a problem. He had his own keys, of course, so there would be no issue with him and his trusted assistants coming in to load and operate the sacred dishwasher!

Everyone seemed a little reluctant for the gathering to end but Martin and Clive reminded everyone that they would all be together again very soon for the party at Sidney’s which was both to celebrate Willow’s birthday and to welcome Amanda and Rob into the family. There were slightly tearful but enthusiastic hugs all round and sworn promises to keep in touch as the time came for everyone to go their separate ways, Miranda and her girls leaving first, taking Rachel with them, then Martin, Clive, Merlin and Willow then finally Gram and Gramps along with Mike and Nadine who they had promised to drive home.

In the back of the car as they drove, Nadine looked thoughtful.

“What’s up, Pumpkin?” Mike asked, curiously.

“Can anyone rent that hall?” his daughter asked.

“I think so, yeah.” Mike replied. “Why?”

“I’ll be ten by next Christmas, right?” asked Nadine, not sounding as if she was dodging his question but rather that she felt she needed to gather all the relevant information before explaining to him what was on her mind.

“That’s generally how years tend to work, yes!” Mike chuckled and Nadine nodded thoughtfully, going quiet for a few minutes before sharing her thoughts.

“I was thinking,” she explained, “maybe next year, you and Mummy can rent the hall and host Christmas there for everyone like Auntie Laura and Uncle Josh did and maybe,” she wriggled a little in her seat, “perhaps, I mean, I’m not sure yet, by maybe, if you wanted, I could be the turkey?”


THE END
But the story will continue in “Year of The Turkey”!

Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year to One and All!

A massive thank you to all of you who have been on this journey with me! Over the next couple of week, my team and I will be sorting out a more "polished" version with chapter breaks and some names changed. I will post a link to it in due course :) For now, please do tell me what you think about the end of this very special story!

What a fantastic journey! And the story will go on!

>>29161

> She made more in bugs for herself and her husband, poured some milk into a jug and found a packet of sugar and a handful of teaspoons then put everything onto a tray and took it into the hall.
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She made more in mugs for herself and her husband, poured some milk into a jug and found a packet of sugar and a handful of teaspoons then put everything onto a tray and took it into the hall.

Gramps was just emerging from the tent when she got back and was very grateful for his coffee.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Confusion: she got back and was very grateful? No. Gramps was ... emerging ... and very grateful. Though "his" is male it refers to the last person: she = Gram. Therefore it has the wrong gender. But that is not the intendet meaning.
When she got back Gramps was just emerging from the tent and very grateful for his coffee.

They sat down on two of the chairs by the side of the hall and opened one of the curtains over the nearest window, enjoying the early morning light that it let in.Outside, snow still covered the ground but no more seemed to be falling.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Typo: [let in.] [Outside,]
They sat down on two of the chairs by the side of the hall and opened one of the curtains over the nearest window, enjoying the early morning light that it let in. Outside, snow still covered the ground but no more seemed to be falling.

> It was not surprising that the children would start to wake up before the adults and that, once one was up, it was only a matter of time before the woke the others.
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It was not surprising that the children would start to wake up before the adults and that, once one was up, it was only a matter of time before they woke the others.

> Thinking that the end of the party would be as good a time as any to distribute the cutouts to friends and family who wanted them, Josh Laura’s bag of what she called “Potential Essentials” from behind the curtain and began to rummage through it.
​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Omission: got
Thinking that the end of the party would be as good a time as any to distribute the cutouts to friends and family who wanted them, Josh got Laura’s bag of what she called “Potential Essentials” from behind the curtain and began to rummage through it.

> Just as they were starting to debate the logistics of how they were going to get everything home in just one car, especially as Laura had others things to do that day rather than keep driving back and forth to the hall, Mr Jenkins sent a message to say there was no hurry in clearing their stuff out and the next booking that had been made for the hall was on New Year’s Eve so as long as he got the keys back on the thirtieth to give to the next customers and everything of theirs was gone by then, it would not be a problem.
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Just as they were starting to debate the logistics of how they were going to get everything home in just one car, especially as Laura had other things to do that day rather than keep driving back and forth to the hall, Mr Jenkins sent a message to say there was no hurry in clearing their stuff out and the next booking that had been made for the hall was on New Year’s Eve so as long as he got the keys back on the thirtieth to give to the next customers and everything of theirs was gone by then, it would not be a problem.

> “I was thinking,” she explained, “maybe next year, you and Mummy can rent the hall and host Christmas there for everyone like Auntie Laura and Uncle Josh did and maybe,” she wriggled a little in her seat, “perhaps, I mean, I’m not sure yet, by maybe, if you wanted, I could be the turkey?”
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“I was thinking,” she explained, “maybe next year, you and Mummy can rent the hall and host Christmas there for everyone like Auntie Laura and Uncle Josh did and maybe,” she wriggled a little in her seat, “perhaps, I mean, I’m not sure yet, by maybe, if you want it, I could be the turkey?”

>>29167
Yeah the "wanted" thing is a reflection of English as natively spoken. We often leave words implied so the full precise expression would be "if you wanted me to be" but it would be normal for someone to say "if you wanted" :)

Thanks for picking up the typos etc - it will be a big help 😁

But did you actually enjoy the story?

>>29168
> But did you actually enjoy the story?
Are you asking this for real?
Why ‒ in Sidney's name ‒ would I try to help brushing up the story if I would not like it? ;D

Of course I enjoyed it. It's well written, very detailed, has many subplots, isn't too violent (ok, some harvesting had to be done), got likeably characters ‒ on the whole a outstanding piece of literature.

> Thanks for picking up the typos etc
You're very welcome. I'm glad I could help.

> "if you wanted"
Thank you for the explanation. To leave words implied is called ellipsis (Ancient Greek: ἔλλειψις, romanized: élleipsis, lit. 'omission'). It is also called an elliptical construction and "is the omission from a clause of one or more words that are nevertheless understood in the context of the remaining elements." [Wikipedia] This syntactic omission is not to be confused with the suspension points with the same name and origin. The latter are used to indicate an omission if neccessary, e.g. in citations.
(Sorry for being a smart aleck. *g*)
I know this leaving out also from my first tongue. Native speakers of all languages mostly aren't aware of doing it.
But I was wondering that "wanted" is the simple past and past participle of "want", but the birthday happens in the future. So I expected just "you want" or "you’ll want". Is there another point I don't get?

> ... English as natively spoken. We often ...
(After theory some practice. *g*)
Well, I'm still curious about your mother tongue and fatherland (>>29122), if it's ok for you to reveal it.

>>29152

> Continuing the Christmas Journey of HollyHock and CandyCane as a side story to Talking Turkey.
I'm still wondering who is who. Did I miss any indication? I hoped that the hair color could give a hint if it refers to anything IRL.
Some research brought up that the Hollyhock flower (Alcea rosea) exists with various colors. Mostly it is pink, which fits with the latin name. But there are yellow, white and even black sorts too.
Candy Canes are mostly white/red or sometimes white/red/green. Other colors are possible but less common.
So the hair color doesn't help. Well, please could anyone inform me?

>>29170
Haha yes I am British and a native English speaker! :D And to answer your "wanted" question, I was writing the way people talk, which doesn't always follow the official rules ;)

>>29170
Thank you very much for you kind words! I just asked because you hadn't actually commented on the story itself in a while :) The "polished" version is being worked on now :D

This was such an excellent story!
It's always an inspiration to read your work.

>>29171
I've set the blonde elf as Candace Cane, (Candy) and the redhead as HollyHock. (Holly). Those are just a couple of Elf girl names that I've seen used for Santa's "helpers" for department store Santas. I'm just reusing the names.

Alernate names include Christmas Carol and Ginger Snap. There's no rhyme or reason, just names chosen at random.

>>29176
BTW Ed, I hae no problem of your using the artwork I've posted here to supplement your story if you are posting it elsewhere

>>29172
Ahhh yes, Amricans and British, 2 peoples separated by a common language.

You are just using colloquial language which, BTW, was why Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer were banned back in the 1800s. Librarians and English teachers felt that it was wrong to write something that didn't use proper "correct" English.

Mac

>>29177
Thank you! I would love to see a picture of Samantha roasted and ready to serve if you or anyone else fancy the challenge 😁

>>29178
Haha yeah! When I'm writing as the "omniscient narrator" I try to keep my language "correct" but when it's someone talking, especially a young character, I try to make the dialogue sound authentic 😁

>>29176
Hollyhock for me will always be Bojack Horseman's little sister!

A wonderful story as always, but what was Samantha’s reaction to the events of the feast? You set up meat-ghost Samantha looking down on the event from the “pool” in the afterlife, but we don’t ever get a payoff for that. I have always liked the idea of a meat-girl heaven where all the girls who are eaten go to be happy with there decisions to be eaten are reinforced by other happy meat-girls.

>>29183
Oh yes that is a recurring trope on my stories and I intend it to be real but I know that is not to everyone's taste and I don't want the stories to turn into "high fantasy" so I try to write such scenes in such a way that they could be the hallucinations of a dying brain. To return to that scene later would be tonally at odds with the rest of the story but I made it so that people, if they wish, can believe that Samantha got to enjoy watching everyone feast on her meat! 😊

>>29179
Actually came up with several versions and with different art styles. Please review & comment. If there is any one or two in paricular, I can embelish them further.

>>29201
Well. that's done. Gotta get back to the Xmas Dinner Series. The elfgirls are waiting, . . .

Wow! I'd say these three are closest to my vision. I don't know how much control you have over the poses but I wanted her arms folded like wings :)

>>29196
>>29197
>>29199

They all look delicious and make me hungry!

>>29197 is probably the closest age-wise but >>29196's face and hair look most like Samantha :)

>>29203
Samantha Roasted numbers 2&3 were done with Painted Anime style. No.4 was done using realistic oil painting Getting a cooked flesh tone is tricky and I liked No.7 (realistic oil paint) for that but her hair color turned out a platinum blonde instead of yellow dirty blonde. Getting a cooked flesh tone in painted anime isn't as easy.

>>29204
The colouring came out great! 😁 I really appreciate your efforts!

I tried to get the arms into a closer position. Numbers 1&5 are vintage pulp style #2 is painted anime, #3 is photorealistic and #4 realistic oil painting.
AI text to image can vary wildly with the same text These were the closest ones in my opinion out of about 42 iterations. Trying to modify one of these existing images has it's own problems due to age censorship issues

>>29209
Absolutely lovely and totally delicious! Thank you 😁

>>29211
Love them all but I think this one is my favourite!

Thank you for your very well-written Christmas story. I don't usually read such long stories.
I risk developing too much sympathy for the characters.

However, since I have read some of her stories and didn't find any dramatic elements in the plot, I was able to read her story with enjoyment.

I would describe myself as a specialist in AI images. However, these images are only a snapshot in time, and no sympathy develops for the depicted model since there is usually no backstory.

I generated several images of Samanta's character at varying levels of realism. This image could depict Samanta when she first emerges from the oven. It's not consistent with her story, but I wanted to show it anyway.

Strangely, the less realistic the image is, the lighter the skin tone becomes.

If you have some time, take a look at the section on Artificial Intelligence. I've posted some example images there and will continue to update the post.

Roast pork Tanja Mars 2026/01/02(Fri)05:46:52 No. >>14586

May I contact you at Pixiv? I'd like to know more about the characters in the new story. New characters? Their appearance, age, skin and hair color, and the story's setting. Horizontal or vertical spit roast? The vertical spit roast is easier to generate.

I'm asking here because I don't like writing in between in stories.

https://boards.guro.cx/ai/koko.php?res=14586&page=0

I think this should make the post easier to find.

>>29250
Hi Tanya! Yes, please do message me on Pixiv and we can have a good chat there 😁 So pleased to hear you found the stort inspiring!

>>29183
>>29184

> I try to write such scenes in such a way that they could be the hallucinations of a dying brain.
That's exactly how I felt about this scene. To me it was the point of transition from life to death.


>29173

You're welcome. Sorry for not commenting the story itself, I was too tied up with proof-reading. ;D


>>29172
>>29178

Ah, this is good to know. It gives the opportunity to learn both ‒ the correct forms and slang phrases. Especially the latter help sometimes to cover the fact that I'm a non-native speaker. *g*

>>29176

> I've set the blonde elf as Candace Cane, (Candy) and the redhead as HollyHock. (Holly).
That was my guess. Thank you for clarification and explanation.


>>29199
>>29210

I like Samantha Roasted 04.png and Roasted Samanta 03.png the best. The hair color might be not the correct blond, but they look the most natural ‒ peaceful and without a too big smile. And save for the missing hand of R.S.03 (which of course is only hidden under the vegetables) the pictures have the fewest artifacts like the usual AI-crippled hands.

>>28742

Found a hopefully last one:

“George is boy! Don’t you know boys taste gross?”
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“George is a boy! Don’t you know boys taste gross?”

>>28414

I should not have expressed my hope of having found the last issue. ;)

>Tage: Preteen, snuff, willing, oven-roast, exhibitionism, Christmas
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Tags: Preteen, snuff, willing, oven-roast, exhibitionism, Christmas


And just in case:

Seasonal Samantha
By
Edward Hyde