Ripley LaCross delivers with todays super fun festive comic. We hope your all having a great holiday-season, staying warm and unwrapping many ‘gifts‘!
Erika and I are hunkering down, doing a few social things, and generally trying to stay warm; it’s a constant battle!
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↓ Comic Transcript
Ripley LaCross draws in a simplified-realistic cartoon-ish style, using a color palette of white, gray, black, and red.
A small red cabin sits in a small clearing in the woods. A thin foot trail cuts through the deep snow, leading to the door while snow gently falls from the sky.
"See?" Says a voice from inside the cabin. "Told ya' I knew where we were going!"
"Never doubted you for a second, darling!" Another voice replies from within.
Inside the cozy one-room cabin we see a pair of travelers pulling off their snow gear by the open door. It is cramped in a welcoming way, with a big bed covered in heavy plaid blankets, a free-standing wood stove with a kettle on top, a basic kitchenette, a simple dining table with chairs, and rustic artwork and tchotchkes for decoration, including a set of mounted antlers. The red curtains on the four sets of windows and one camping lamp on the table are the only pop of color in this otherwise grayscale scene.
"Brr!" Dahlia shivers, opening her puffy winter jacket to reveal her own snow overalls underneath. Taller than Ezra, she is a black trans woman in her early-30s with an orchiectomy and her shoulder-length hair of braided rows pulled back into a loose half-bun. "All of this is ours?" She asks.
"Sure is!" Ezra replies as he pulls off his stalking cap and unclips his snow overalls. A white trans man in his mid-30s, he has short cropped hair, the outline of a beard, modestly-sized black plugs in his earlobes, glasses, and big cushy knitted winter sweater. The snow on his discarded boots have left some white crumbles on the cabin floor. "The perfect holiday getaway, complete with unlimited solitude and firewood."
Striking a match which explodes into a red flame, Ezra kneels at the stove saying, "Well, the sooner we get a fire going the better. I'm freezing!"
"Alternatively..." Dahlia coos as she unclips one of the straps on her snow overalls, revealing the decorative straps of a bright red lingerie brasier underneath.
Ezra looks over his shoulder from the stove as she continues, "You could have your present... early." At this, the wood inside the stove ignites with a FWOOSH.
Page 2
Seductively, Dahlia strips off the rest of her protective snow overalls to reveal more of the lacy, strappy two-piece she's sporting. It's quite a contrast to see the elegant, decorative lingerie accentuating her curves combined with the thick, utilitarian snow pants and white and red winter socks that she still has on. The fire roars in the background.
"I thought we weren't doing gifts this year." Ezra smirks at her as he strokes her chin with his thumb.
"I changed my mind?" She blushes.
"Ah!" Gasps Dahlia when Ezra's hands make contact with her skin. "Your hands are FRIGID!"
"What other way is there to unwrap you?" He asks, playfully but confidently pushing her back onto the bedspread as she "Eeep!"s, she stockinged feet swept up off the floor.
Page 3
From Ezra's standing view, we look down to see Dahlia half laying on the bed with her arms propping up her top half. Her legs are spread and for the first time we see the entire lingerie set on display.
"Your mouth is warmer." She says while biting her lip and looking up at him coyly.
Taking off his glasses, he replies "Patience..." with a hungry smile. "...I want to take my time."
Over a trio of panels that cascade one into the other, Ezra reaches one hand up under her bra as he kisses above her breast. "A-ah..." She moans, and then gasps "Nh- Ah!" when he expertly pinches both of her nipples underneath their lacy cover. He gives her a moment of respite with a gentle kiss just above the top straps of her underwear.
Page 4
Tenderly he pinches the fabric between his fingers, pulling it up and off her pubic mound. "Is this also part of my present?" Ezra asks.
"It is." She replies earnestly with a look of eager anticipation and vulnerability. Little hearts surround her words.
"You know me so well." Replies Ezra with little hearts flurrying around his words as well as he takes the metal O-ring at the center of her panties in his teeth. The decorative straps strain as he pulls the ring away with his teeth.
"Ah!" Dahlia gasps. "OoOoohhhhh hhaa... Ahh!!" She moans as Ezra confidently laps away at her sex. She instinctively grabs the back of his head for support as she writhes.
Page 5
"Ooh oh! OoOOOooh!" The cries continue amid a flurry of hearts before both words and hearts are consumed in the roaring fire.
Next to the camping lamp on the table, we look across the room at our two lovers on the bed who are now recovering from their tryst. Dahlia reclines in just her bra and socks, the panties gone. Ezra, still fully clothed, leans near her with a hand on her leg. A festive holiday wreath with bobbles rings another set of decorative antlers high up on the wall.
"I can't believe you hiked the whole way here in lace." He laughs.
Resting her arms behind her head, Dahlia laughs, "What can I say? I'm a sucker for the dramatic."
The snow is picking up outside, the little red house stands as a tiny red point against the mounting white.
From inside, a voice says, "Well, I have a confession... I actually did get you something..."
Through the chimney comes a "BZZZZZZZZZ" sound.
"Aww, you shouldn't have!" The other voice declares from inside the cabin before it's lost to view from the snow-covered trees.
Transcribed by Erika Moen, December 23, 2024
A small red cabin sits in a small clearing in the woods. A thin foot trail cuts through the deep snow, leading to the door while snow gently falls from the sky.
"See?" Says a voice from inside the cabin. "Told ya' I knew where we were going!"
"Never doubted you for a second, darling!" Another voice replies from within.
Inside the cozy one-room cabin we see a pair of travelers pulling off their snow gear by the open door. It is cramped in a welcoming way, with a big bed covered in heavy plaid blankets, a free-standing wood stove with a kettle on top, a basic kitchenette, a simple dining table with chairs, and rustic artwork and tchotchkes for decoration, including a set of mounted antlers. The red curtains on the four sets of windows and one camping lamp on the table are the only pop of color in this otherwise grayscale scene.
"Brr!" Dahlia shivers, opening her puffy winter jacket to reveal her own snow overalls underneath. Taller than Ezra, she is a black trans woman in her early-30s with an orchiectomy and her shoulder-length hair of braided rows pulled back into a loose half-bun. "All of this is ours?" She asks.
"Sure is!" Ezra replies as he pulls off his stalking cap and unclips his snow overalls. A white trans man in his mid-30s, he has short cropped hair, the outline of a beard, modestly-sized black plugs in his earlobes, glasses, and big cushy knitted winter sweater. The snow on his discarded boots have left some white crumbles on the cabin floor. "The perfect holiday getaway, complete with unlimited solitude and firewood."
Striking a match which explodes into a red flame, Ezra kneels at the stove saying, "Well, the sooner we get a fire going the better. I'm freezing!"
"Alternatively..." Dahlia coos as she unclips one of the straps on her snow overalls, revealing the decorative straps of a bright red lingerie brasier underneath.
Ezra looks over his shoulder from the stove as she continues, "You could have your present... early." At this, the wood inside the stove ignites with a FWOOSH.
Page 2
Seductively, Dahlia strips off the rest of her protective snow overalls to reveal more of the lacy, strappy two-piece she's sporting. It's quite a contrast to see the elegant, decorative lingerie accentuating her curves combined with the thick, utilitarian snow pants and white and red winter socks that she still has on. The fire roars in the background.
"I thought we weren't doing gifts this year." Ezra smirks at her as he strokes her chin with his thumb.
"I changed my mind?" She blushes.
"Ah!" Gasps Dahlia when Ezra's hands make contact with her skin. "Your hands are FRIGID!"
"What other way is there to unwrap you?" He asks, playfully but confidently pushing her back onto the bedspread as she "Eeep!"s, she stockinged feet swept up off the floor.
Page 3
From Ezra's standing view, we look down to see Dahlia half laying on the bed with her arms propping up her top half. Her legs are spread and for the first time we see the entire lingerie set on display.
"Your mouth is warmer." She says while biting her lip and looking up at him coyly.
Taking off his glasses, he replies "Patience..." with a hungry smile. "...I want to take my time."
Over a trio of panels that cascade one into the other, Ezra reaches one hand up under her bra as he kisses above her breast. "A-ah..." She moans, and then gasps "Nh- Ah!" when he expertly pinches both of her nipples underneath their lacy cover. He gives her a moment of respite with a gentle kiss just above the top straps of her underwear.
Page 4
Tenderly he pinches the fabric between his fingers, pulling it up and off her pubic mound. "Is this also part of my present?" Ezra asks.
"It is." She replies earnestly with a look of eager anticipation and vulnerability. Little hearts surround her words.
"You know me so well." Replies Ezra with little hearts flurrying around his words as well as he takes the metal O-ring at the center of her panties in his teeth. The decorative straps strain as he pulls the ring away with his teeth.
"Ah!" Dahlia gasps. "OoOoohhhhh hhaa... Ahh!!" She moans as Ezra confidently laps away at her sex. She instinctively grabs the back of his head for support as she writhes.
Page 5
"Ooh oh! OoOOOooh!" The cries continue amid a flurry of hearts before both words and hearts are consumed in the roaring fire.
Next to the camping lamp on the table, we look across the room at our two lovers on the bed who are now recovering from their tryst. Dahlia reclines in just her bra and socks, the panties gone. Ezra, still fully clothed, leans near her with a hand on her leg. A festive holiday wreath with bobbles rings another set of decorative antlers high up on the wall.
"I can't believe you hiked the whole way here in lace." He laughs.
Resting her arms behind her head, Dahlia laughs, "What can I say? I'm a sucker for the dramatic."
The snow is picking up outside, the little red house stands as a tiny red point against the mounting white.
From inside, a voice says, "Well, I have a confession... I actually did get you something..."
Through the chimney comes a "BZZZZZZZZZ" sound.
"Aww, you shouldn't have!" The other voice declares from inside the cabin before it's lost to view from the snow-covered trees.
Transcribed by Erika Moen, December 23, 2024