Virula the eight year old skunk shivered a bit as she walked toward her bedroom after her mother gave her a good bath cause tonight was Christmas Eve, and outside the snow was falling lightly onto the already piled up two feet of snow on the ground. Virula fussed and pulled at the pink nightgown her mother made her wear with frilly white trim, she did not like pink or anything to girly yet she had to do what her mother asked of her. She then entered her room which was painted pink with little fluffy clouds along the top of the walls, in one corner was a white toy chest, a doll house, and other various toys, along another wall was a vanity mirror with tons of makeup her mother forced on her on special occasions, and close to the door was her white wood bed with tall post and a pink vanity, she did have some other fun in there as well because in one corner was a TV set up with the latest video games, but still she did not like this room, she couldn’t be her punk self when she was with her mother. Her mother and Father had gotten divorced over three years ago and when she was with her father she could be herself but with mother, she had to be a sweet princess. Viula then laid in her bed after pulling the covers down and lifted her nightgown looking at the tight chastity belt she was forced to wear while with mom, it was pink and had an alarm system that would send a message to her mom if she got it off. “Why does she make me wear these things, she knows I hate them!” She then sighed and lowered her nightgown and pulled the covers up close to her shivering a bit. “Well bright side is I get two christmas mornings, hopefully the snow will let up and i can play in it tomorrow.” Virula then closed her eyes slowly soon nodding off to dreamland. A few hours later…… A loud thump on the roof made Virula wake up with a sudden gasp and she sat up in her bed quickly and looked around then to her ceiling as she heard heavy footsteps on the roof. “Santa?” Virula said curiously as she slowly got out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to the living room where she quickly hid behind the leather couch as she saw a tubby wolf in a Santa get up pulling gifts from a red sack and she gasped and talked to herself. “Oh my its really him!” The wolf then chuckled sensing the young cub and stood up fully and turned around looking at the couch. “I know you are back there Virula.” Virula gasped and slowly came out from behind the couch. “Please don’t be mad I am awake Santa.” Santa chuckled. “Oh I am not mad, in fact you can help with a present I have for your mom.” Virula got curious and approached slowly. “Oh what present is that.” Santa giggled and opened his sack wider and pointed to it. “ITs just its so deep down in there I can’t get it, can you get it for me?” Virula gulped and slowly approached the sack and started to crawl inside but the next thing she knew and before she could react the sack was picked up and closed up with her in it, being that it is magical she found herself floating in a void like world and she panic. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” But her voice was not heard by anyone in the void. Unknown time has passed. Virula whimpered as she did not know where she was being taken but she saw a light as the bag was opened and arms reached in and grabbed her and pulled her out and she began to kick and scream. “HEY LET ME GO< SOMEONE HELP ME!” But then a paci was shoved in her mouth and the ribbon tied behind her head holding it in place and before her eyes adjusted to the light she was blindfolded and she began to cry not knowing what was going on then Santa's voice was heard. “Good work boys, put her in the reprograming chair so we can get her ready for her mom.” Virula felt herself being strapped into a soft velvety then some kind of helmet strapped onto her head blocking all outside sounds then the helmet began to hum and make noise as her mind filled with new things of being a princess baby for her mommy. Two hours later. Virula was now giggling and feeling happy as the helmet blindfold and paci were removed, she wanted to be her mommy’s little baby princess now, she didn’t want to be with her dad at all, all she wanted was her mommy’s love and Santa approached her. “There we go all done, how do you feel Virula?” Virula giggled and clapped her hands like a little toddler. “I peel ood, am I mommy’s pesent?” Her speech had been altered as well to sound more babyish and Santa held up a pink ribbon. “Yes you are sweetie, now let’s get a diaper and this ribbon on you.” Virula quickly nodded and let Santa tie a big bow onto her neck and giggled as her legs were lifted after the night gown was pulled off her and a diaper was placed on her firmly around her crotch and the padding was thick enough to spread her legs a bit then she was put in a Pinkie Pie MLP onesie and she giggled. “I pook cute!” Santa nods. “Very cute and all ready for your mommy!” He held open his sack and Virula giggled and crawled inside and didn’t fight as the sack was closed. Unknown amount of time later. Virula giggled as she was gently picked up out of the sack and in Santa arms and he smiled holding up a pink Paci. “Ready to be mommy’s princess?” Virula giggled and nodded and pointed to the paci which Santa then put in her mouth and sat her in a wicker basket with a nice comfy pillow inside and a blanket which he wrapped her in and put a little sign on the handle saying “It’s A Girl!” He then kissed her forehead. “See you next christmas Virula.” Virula nodded and giggled as he went back up the chimney and she soon nodded off ready to be her mom’s best gift ever. Six hours later. Virula woke up to the sound of her mom's footsteps coming toward the tree and her mom squealed with joy seeing her little princess in the basket, this squealing woke Virula fully and she cutely yawned as her mom picked her up gently out of the basket an nuzzled her nose. “Pi mommy!” Virula mom giggled at how her little princess was talking and nuzzled her more. “Hi there my little princess, I see Santa gave me exactly what I wanted for Christmas.” Virula nods and hugged her mommy tight never wanting to let go. The End.