Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26911558-20191209035402/@comment-33398500-20191210040826

Seriously?

Looking up at the roof, where Hilda was now standing in a revealing santa suit, looking down at me with an embarrassed expression on her face. “You do realize you have difficulty getting through doors sometimes, right? So how did you think you’d fit in my chimney?”

“I didn’t say it was the best plan!” She protested, huffing now on the roof as she tried to conceal her embarrassment now. “Just get me down from here!”

“Well, how’d you get up there?” I asked, confused. “You could just do that in reverse, right?”

“Umm… can’t do it.” She responded, now staring down at the roof. “See… I had some help flying up here, but my helper didn’t feel like sticking around to see the results…”

Groaning aloud, I pondered a moment, looking from her, to the roof, then back to her. “I’ve got it.” I told her, before walking off, headed over to a small shed by the house, and returned with a pair of ladders “You’re lucky we have two of these, we may be able to manage this…”

Walking over to the side of the house, I set both ladders a little wider than simply side-by-side. “I’m not liking the looks of this…” she commented, sounding a little flustered and nervous, “…are you serious?”

“Unless you want to spend the rest of the night on the roof, I don’t think we have much choice.” Ensuring the ladders were as secure as they could possibly be, I took ahold of both of them and said “Turn around, and see if you can get a foot on each ladder!”

“Oh… um, all right.” She responded, backing up slowly and deliberately until she managed to get a foot on each of the two ladders. “Okay!” she responded, sounding nervous as the ladders buckled a little under her weight, not meant to hold up a centaur-family mamono, even with two of them.

“All right, now I need you to back up! Work back one at a time until you can get all four feet on the ladders!” I instructed, hoping that this would work. It wasn’t a long drop from the roof, really, but an awkward impact could end up with her getting hurt, and I didn’t want that to happen.

As she did so, I kept a firm grip on both ladders, still heaving under their current overload. Once she was a couple rungs down, they began to shake, despite their secure position as her legs shook while climbing down. This only served to make her more nervous, as the ladders started to shift “N-no! I’m going to fall!”

“It’ll be okay! Calm down! I can’t hold the ladders if you keep shaking like that!” I started, before she reflexively reared, sensing she was in danger, and ended up falling backwards off the ladders, landing awkwardly in a heap in a large pile of snow.

Rushing over to where she landed, I called out to her “Are you all right!?”

She laid there a moment, before slowly rising to her feet “Yeah, we’re not doing that again.” She commented, as she took a step toward me, her gait unsteady. “I’m a little sore, but fine overall, I think. Let’s go inside.”

As the two of us now went inside, I opened the door for her, before stating “I’m glad you’re down now, at least.”

Smiling back at me, she nodded “So am I, but the method wasn’t fun.”

Rushing over to a closet and retrieving a number of blankets, comforters and even a sleeping bag, laying them all flat on the floor to give something resembling a proper place for a centaur to lie down “There you go, should be a better place to lie down than a snow bank.” I commented with a chuckle, though feeling a little nervous even from the normal flush on her face.

“Thanks~” she responded pleasantly, laying down next to the low-burning fire.

“Soooo….” I started, finally getting around to my main question “…what did you have for me?” Seeing her look of confusion, I responded “Well, when Santa comes down the chimney, they bring a gift for the one who lives there. So, Santa, what did you bring me?”

She looked away from me a moment, before turning back with a gentle smile “Well, you’re looking at her~ I brought you me~”

“Well, isn’t that-“ I started, before being drawn into a kiss, her having no patience remaining for mere words, pulling me into her cold, but flushing body, mostly exposed by her skimpy Santa suit.

Best. Christmas present. Ever.