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"EH!? What the hell am I wearing?!" Sombra yelped as her tech suit seemed to burst with fur and velvet. The golden ring seemed to buzz against her hand as she tugged at the new outfit, "What's this Navidad bullshit?!" She growled finding it impossible to remove the Christmas costume. Her frustration turned to the buzzing ring. Order of events, that little bit of loot had to have caused this. It was supposed to be some super rare jewel, an old Turkish or Icelandic relic, part of a set of Five. There was some dumb folktale that went along with the Rings, something about immortality and giving, probably with a moral about altruism.However, Sombra had only read as far as the net worth of the thing, a price tag big enough to guarantee she'd have plenty of Merry Christmases for years to come.

She tugged at the ring, finding it just as hard to pull off her finger as the clothes that were holding tightly to her. Was her finger too fat? Had she gained some weight? Oh but she took ever so much care to keep in shape for her- The Latina blinked a moment, finding her mind slipping off onto a tangent she didn't recognize. Was panic setting in? "Ugh, get off you darned thing!" she meant to curse but her lips seemed to refuse to say the naughty word. She adjusted her glasses as she squinted, trying to twist the ring off but it just held tight... speaking of tight, Olivia's dress was feeling a touch tighter too. Her ample bosom seemed to be growing and threatening to spill out of her top. "Oh Snowballs, I'll be needing the elves to let my dress out again... if that man wouldn't keep bringing home cookies I wouldn't-" There it was again! What man? Elves? The flying fu-deer was going on? She paused again, even her thoughts were starting to refuse certain unseemly words.

Sombra forgot the ring and tried to focus, maybe her implants could run a diagnostic on... on... She couldn't access her cybernetics... Her hand lifted to the side of her head but instead of feeling wires and her side shave, she felt long, voluminous hair. "Well, Nicholas did say he enjoyed my hair," She giggled, cheeks glowing rosy, "That old soul always knew how to warm this old girls... heart..." She blinked, her mind felt foggy. Olivia... Sombra... Oliva was having trouble keeping everything straight. These delusions, they felt so real... Spying, blackmail, such naughty activities, certainly ones more suitable for a girl half or even a third her age... She ran her hand through her hair as a dignified, gray streak slipped into it. Where... where was she...

"Mrs. Claus!" a small voice chirped behind her. Olivia turned, a little wiggle to her wide hips as she did. "Mrs. Claus! There you are! Santa's been looking everywhere for you!" The young elf seemed relieved to have found her. Had she been lost? Where had he come from? She looked just passed him and there was a door frame in the wall... That... That wasn't there before. She pondered this and looked passed it. There was a golden glow, a fireplace, a strangely familiar library with a map of the world hung over the hearth. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the ground. "That... can't be there..." She paused. This was wrong, there was no way that door could connect to a room that big... it'd intersect with the apartment neighbors... it was impossible.

"Olivia?" A hearty voice called from beyond the threshold, a voice that made Oliva's heart flutter. A few steps further, almost through the gate. Something was wrong, something wasn't...

"Nicholas?" She spoke gingerly, a smile wrinkling her face as she caught a glimpse of an all too familiar white, fluffy beard, "Is that you?" She saw him smile, that kind, knowing smile he had worn the day they married and... and she melted, stepping through the doorway.

"Welcome home," were the last words heard before the door closed and vanished, leaving Sombra's apartment silent as the night. Mrs. Claus had returned home.

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"EH!? What the hell am I wearing?!" Sombra yelped as her tech suit seemed to burst with fur and velvet. The golden ring seemed to buzz against her hand as she tugged at the new outfit, "What's this Navidad bullshit?!" She growled finding it impossible to remove the Christmas costume. Her frustration turned to the buzzing ring. Order of events, that little bit of loot had to have caused this. It was supposed to be some super rare jewel, an old Turkish or Icelandic relic, part of a set of Five. There was some dumb folktale that went along with the Rings, something about immortality and giving, probably with a moral about altruism.However, Sombra had only read as far as the net worth of the thing, a price tag big enough to guarantee she'd have plenty of Merry Christmases for years to come.

She tugged at the ring, finding it just as hard to pull off her finger as the clothes that were holding tightly to her. Was her finger too fat? Had she gained some weight? Oh but she took ever so much care to keep in shape for her- The Latina blinked a moment, finding her mind slipping off onto a tangent she didn't recognize. Was panic setting in? "Ugh, get off you darned thing!" she meant to curse but her lips seemed to refuse to say the naughty word. She adjusted her glasses as she squinted, trying to twist the ring off but it just held tight... speaking of tight, Olivia's dress was feeling a touch tighter too. Her ample bosom seemed to be growing and threatening to spill out of her top. "Oh Snowballs, I'll be needing the elves to let my dress out again... if that man wouldn't keep bringing home cookies I wouldn't-" There it was again! What man? Elves? The flying fu-deer was going on? She paused again, even her thoughts were starting to refuse certain unseemly words.

Sombra forgot the ring and tried to focus, maybe her implants could run a diagnostic on... on... She couldn't access her cybernetics... Her hand lifted to the side of her head but instead of feeling wires and her side shave, she felt long, voluminous hair. "Well, Nicholas did say he enjoyed my hair," She giggled, cheeks glowing rosy, "That old soul always knew how to warm this old girls... heart..." She blinked, her mind felt foggy. Olivia... Sombra... Oliva was having trouble keeping everything straight. These delusions, they felt so real... Spying, blackmail, such naughty activities, certainly ones more suitable for a girl half or even a third her age... She ran her hand through her hair as a dignified, gray streak slipped into it. Where... where was she...

"Mrs. Claus!" a small voice chirped behind her. Olivia turned, a little wiggle to her wide hips as she did. "Mrs. Claus! There you are! Santa's been looking everywhere for you!" The young elf seemed relieved to have found her. Had she been lost? Where had he come from? She looked just passed him and there was a door frame in the wall... That... That wasn't there before. She pondered this and looked passed it. There was a golden glow, a fireplace, a strangely familiar library with a map of the world hung over the hearth. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the ground. "That... can't be there..." She paused. This was wrong, there was no way that door could connect to a room that big... it'd intersect with the apartment neighbors... it was impossible.

"Olivia?" A hearty voice called from beyond the threshold, a voice that made Oliva's heart flutter. A few steps further, almost through the gate. Something was wrong, something wasn't...

"Nicholas?" She spoke gingerly, a smile wrinkling her face as she caught a glimpse of an all too familiar white, fluffy beard, "Is that you?" She saw him smile, that kind, knowing smile he had worn the day they married and... and she melted, stepping through the doorway.

"Welcome home," were the last words heard before the door closed and vanished, leaving Sombra's apartment silent as the night. Mrs. Claus had returned home.

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