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[MK looks at Red Son for a moment.] You'll see.

And I wasn't talking about the art room. I was talking about the paint that will probably be on you.

Ah. [He turns red.]

So you are planning on making me an art project. [Literally.]

[It would certainly be something new. Would it be too messy? Hard to say, but...]

[She picks up his plate to finish eating.]

You'll see.

[MK finishes his food and gets up too. He helps get the dishes washed and set for drying. He wraps his arms around her from behind and nuzzles Red Son's neck.]

Merry Christmas, Red Son.

[Red Son will help with clean up, and making sure all the ingredients get put away as she feels arms wrap around her. She hums, tail wrapping around his leg, a hand running through his hair.]

Merry Christmas, MK. I love you.

I love you too.

[Another kiss on the cheek and he chirps happily. Mk waits until all the dishes are done before pulling back.]

Alright. Let's head on up for the next part.

Hm, lets. You do have another present to unwrap, after all.

[She grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers, before tugging him towards the art studio.]

[Mk laces his fingers back and follows. Inside the art studio, his arms wrap around Red Son again. He pulls out a hair and holds it out.]

Alright. You ready, my beautiful Red Son?

[She hums, leaning her head back to nuzzle his temple.] Yes. Let me see what this part of you is like.

Alright~

[MK blows on the hair. It floats up before it morphs into a stone for a split second. Then it hatches and with an explosion of yellow smoke, another MK appears. This one with paint already on his clothes, paintbrush in hand, and a feral look in his eyes. He grins seeing Red Son and moves closer. He leans in to brush his nose along Red Son's jaw while his free hand slipped up her thigh.]

Well well well. Looks like it is a Merry Christmas. I got the perfect beautiful canvas for my art for Christmas~

Red Son wasn't sure what to expect. What does a defective art clone look like? Obsessive about art, but eccentric artist can be many things.

What she doesn't expect is someone even bolder than Porty, actually squeaking, hair flaring up as she feels the sudden invasion of space. "Oh. You are a bold one," she said. Her hand reaches for a small red pouch tied at her waist, pulling it open for a handful of candles. Just. Going to set those down on the supply table. "I didn't realize I was so immediately distracting."

MK hadn't expected Artsy to go right in like that but maybe it made sense. Artsy kind of did go off the deep end and manage to tie up Moe and Sandy. He watched the clone grin at Red Son and gently brush his nose with hers.]

My beautiful canvas. How can I go slow when I can make you the perfect piece of art? Finally. I have all I need to make the perfect picture. And it's going to be painted on that delicate perfect skin of yours.

[His hand slides up to push the dress up higher.] If you'll let me. Your warm skin will dry the paint so quickly. We won't have to wait. But we can't let you get too hot. Or you'll burn the paint.

Then again, if it happens, it's meant to. All for the perfect art~

[The blush was getting worse, the candles flickering to life. He's been caught off guard, tail tightening at MK's waist as Red Son stared at Artsy as his hand wandered. The skirt wasn't particularly long. It wouldn't take much to brush over red lace lingerie.]

I was interested in seeing what you thought of the gift. Though I suppose the best compliment is it being used.

[She glances to MK. He had gotten jealous before.] Do you want to see this....p-perfect art? [Her as perfect art?]

[MK smiles as Red Son looks up at him. He nods.]

I do. And I love this room. I can't wait to do so much art in here. Christmas though is all about giving people you care about joy, right? So I'm giving you something too.

I wanna see the art. And I got a few other tricks up my sleeve. You interested?

You made me jewelry. [Which, yes, what he felt at his back is there, around her neck.] Just. So we're clear. I do love it. [That is definitely more a crackling of flustered embarrassment over being worked up.]

[Though the candles are alighting so being worked up doesn't take long.]

...yes, I'm interested. Do you....have a preferred canvas today?

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Hmmm. For the surprise today, I want your chest and stomach. The curves and muscles are perfect for the image I have. [Artsy answered with a slightly unhinged chuckle.]

And I just need you to close your eyes. [Mk says as he puts a hand over Red Son's eyes. He smiles as he uses the moment to pluck another hair from his head when Red Son can't see.]

[She blushes, but nods.] The tie in the back loosens the dress. [It's a simple knot. She could pull it herself, but it seemed only fitting to let Artsy or MK to unwrap her.]

All right. [She said, closing her eyes under MK's hand. Very curious what MK had planned. Maybe to leave the painting a surprise.]

[It's Artsy's hand that sneaks around to pull at the tie. It's a slow pull, letting the knot slide undone. Then he gently pulls the dress off, exposing the lacey red beneath. He hums as he leans down. His tongue starts to trace the muscles and curves of Red Son's stomach first, even dancing around her belly button.

Meanwhile, Mk gently blows on the hair. He leans down and bites Red Son's neck to try and draw a noise from her.]

[Oh]

[There is a shiver as she feels the hands over her, as the dress loosens, leaving her in the red lingerie as it pools around her feet. Is different. Being touched when she can't see. Forcing her eyes to remain closed. Gasping as she feels a tongue on her skin, a hand moving up to bury itself in Artsy's hair. Squirming as it moves lower.]

[Then there is a bite and she whines, knees shaking a bit as they almost gave out a moment. Other hand reaching out to grab into him.] What are you p-planning?

[MK keeps the bite going a little longer. He pulls back and licks the mark. He purrs in her ear.]

You'll see~ Just trust me. Now sit up. [MK pushes Red Son up a little more. He gently sides his hand down her back, still keeping her eyes covered. He undoes the bra first. Once the clasp is off, Artsy pulls off the lacey fabric gently. He folds it neatly and places it to the side. No need to damage the beautiful craftsmanship.

MK whispers in Red Son's ear.] Keep your eyes closed. [This next part is all about trusting Red Son and Red Son trusting him back. Mk's hands slide over Red Son's shoulders and let go. For a moment, the one behind Red Son moves. Adjusting himself. Until he is back and wraps his arms around Red Son's shoulders. He leads her to lean back against him.

MK has some sneaky things going on right now. Does Red Son peek or not?]

[Her breathing has gotten heavier with the bite, leaning more into MK, grip tightening in Artsy's hair. Partially using him for support.]

[She sighs as the teeth release her, hands wandering, her own hands releasing Artsy and MK to let them take off the bra, shivering at the feeling of cooler air.]

[She swallows at the whisper and nods. Keep her eyes closed. She could do that. Even as MK lets go, leaving her standing there in just her panties. It leaves her feeling exposed, blush worsening, candles flaring to life as she tries not to squirm. Clenching her eyes shut. MK didn't want her to look and she was going to do her best to do as he asked.]

[As tempting as it was to peek.]

[Even if she jumps as he touches her again. Sighing and leaning back against him, tail wrapping around his waist.] Tell me when I can look.

[MK hums but didn't answer. Artsy moved down, licking and kissing until he reached the lacey panties. Then slowly peeled those off and down Red's hips. He smiled as he exposed all of his canvas. Gently he started to paint. First, he started with light lines. Gently lines to create the outline of his art project. Then a voice spoke behind Red Son.

A familiar voice.]

Daaamn Misses Clause, you a MILF. Ya miss me, baby~?

[That hum...didn't sound behind him. Or from Artsy. Did MK make more than one clone???]

[Though it was hard to ponder that as she feels the mouth moving down her body. She fights the urge to look, attention drawn to the kisses and tongue pressed to her skin. Breathing getting heavier as he moves down, spreading her legs a bit to make it easier to remove the panties, leaning against the body behind her.]

[And then there's the paint. Cool liquid, light brush strokes, pulling a gasp from her. Its a strange sensation. Not unpleasant by any means. Just different and kind of ticklish.]

[Until the voice speaks up behind him, and that way of talking is very telling, making her straighten up.] ....finally ungrounded, Party Boy? [MK DID summon more clones!]

[Several candles alight.]

You can open your eyes now, beautiful.

[Mk says. When Red Son does, he'll see it is indeed Party Boy. The clone in all his splendor with his arms around Red Son's shoulders. He rubbed her shoulders gently and smiled at Red with all those sharp teeth.

MK, on the other hand, is away from Red Son. He's sitting on a throne he clearly made from his hair. He sits there, one leg over the other, his cheek resting on his hand. He looks like a king, watching a show.]

Your king wants to watch you enjoy your other presents. I hope you like them.

[Red Son opens her eyes, looking around around. Catching sight of Porty and all those teeth, eyes lingering on the grin with a blush. She had certainly preferred MK's bite, but that one bite with all those teeth had felt good. And now it'd been done with MK's permission.]

[She had glanced down at Artsy and his work.]

[Before finally finding MK and the sight sends electricity through her. Sitting surprisingly really for the Noodle Boy, watching her. Her face was a bright red, the candles flaring brightly.]

Oh. [She swallows hard, fingers carding through Artsy's hair, tail wrapped around Porty.] Well....if my king wants to show, I could hardly deny him.

[Watching Red Son blush, seeing the fire spark, and watched the way her hand gripped Artsy's hair. He grinned and tilted his head with a wink.]

I know you'll entertain me.

[MK purrs.]

Of course we are, giiiirl~ We're gonna have so much fun. [Porty licks Red Son's ear and nips the shell with those sharp teeth. Artsy kept painting the outline of the beautiful form he had in mind. The outline was soon finished as he felt the skin warming up under it.]

Hmmm. So perfect still. You are a master of preserving the canvas. Pushing the fire to the candles. So amazingly brilliant, our fantastic canvas. Keep still.

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