The Tiny Luna (mpreg)

A Christmas Tale...

For those who have already read this, I edited it a little so I hope it's an easier read. If your a First-Time-Reader, I hope you like it

It was the night before Christmas where a young Nicholas met his match. A soulmate, one meant just for you, which he had never believed in before. His parents, descendants of the original Saint Nick, were clearly made for one another. Every time Nicholas' father told him about the time he had came down the chimney to discover Nicholas's mother asleep on the couch, it had been love at first sight and such a magical experience for them both when she awoke. Nicholas loved hearing the story, when he was a much younger lad, but now that he was grown and it was his turn to leave the presents he couldn't help but feel rather glum. It had already been a great many years with no one in sight. Almost everyone was tucked up in their beds, and the few who were out; elderly, children, and unfortunately a few dogs who didn't like him at all. After a while, Nicholas gave up. Perhaps he had no soulmate, it had happened before. So Nicholas hopped from one house to the next leaving presents as he went. It wasn't until he reached the last house that everything changed for him...

As always, Nicholas went down the chimney if the house had such a thing. If it didn't, he'd climb through the window or just use his magic to phase through the wall, but this last house on his list had a nice chimney that had clearly been cleaned as if waiting for his arrival. Nicholas stood up straight in the living room, his bag of presents slung over his shoulder, when he froze where he stood seeing something under the tree. There were presents already under, of various sizes and shapes, but that was not all as a pair of blue eyes gazed up at him from below. A small puppy, barely bigger than a child's shoe, lay under the tree illuminated but the yellow Christmas lights. It's black fur reflected the light, so it was easy to spot, but it did not growl and snarl like other dogs would. This puppy was playful, it's tail starting to wag, letting out a small little bark as if to greet him. Nicholas gently shushed the small little pup, glancing up the stairs where it's owner slept, before taking the presents out of his bag arranging them around the tree but the puppy, as small as it was, made his job that much harder as it bit and tugged at his sleeves or tried to crawl in his bag despite his pleas.

Now that all the presents were delivered, his bag empty which disappeared into thin air, Nicholas moved to climb back up the chimney when a small tug on his pants brought him up short. The little puppy wanted him to stay, tugging and pulling though it was much too small to really do anything. So it ran around in circles and started to bark, rising on it's hind legs with his little paws treading through the air as if pleading with him to stay. Nicholas shushed the puppy, even as it barked, when they both heard a noise at the top of the stairs causing them both to look up. A young man, just turned eighteen, was coming down the stairs asking the puppy what was wrong. He didn't usually bark, not like this all by himself, so what was the problem with the little puppy? He was a fair beauty, with pale skin and red hair. His blue eyes were like the sea, were still drooping with sleep, so he didn't notice young Nicholas until the puppy barked again. Those blue eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of young Nicholas, in a red suit with white trim, with one black boot poised to step into the fireplace but was frozen in fear. He had been discovered! What would he do? Could the young man be convinced he was dreaming? Despite his worries, and despite his fears, the young puppy was as joyful as could be, running to his owners feet, who reached down to pick him up instinctively as he eyed the young man wearily.

"Santa?" the young man asked questioningly, clearly dubious that this young lean man with clean cut brown hair was the real Santa Clause. Yet there was something in his gaze that wasn't all that alarmed, not like someone should feel seeing a stranger in their home. He seemed rather curious, tilting his head this way and that, as the puppy barked happily still wanting to play.