A HarmonyMotion Christmas Story, 2025 (Patreon)

This is actually a continuation from last year's Christmas Eve :)

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A HarmonyMotion Christmas Story, 2025

Super Alex

Alex flexed her long limbs as she soared through the winter sky, the below zero temperatures not bothering her bare skin one bit. Even after a year of having her superpowers, Alex still found it strange and unbelievable that she could do such impossible things. And so easily too!

She still spent her time living in the remote north, delivering supplies, and donating all of her time helping and volunteering orphanages in their district, as well as assisting the elderly. The harsh cold never let up year round; it simply receded a bit outside of winter.

But, despite her unchanging life priorities, her superpowers definitely gave her some conveniences. Okay, more than some. A lot of conveniences. Fatigue and lack of sleep were a distant memory—if it weren’t for other people reminding her of their fragility, Alex wouldn’t have even remembered what it was like to feel exhaustion from something as simple as snowshoeing through a storm for a mile. Traffic conditions were never a problem anymore for her unbelievable, enhanced eyesight either. She could drive her delivery truck with her headlights off and the wipers idle while layers of snow built up on her windshield. Her glowing green eyes simply penetrated anything they wanted to, giving her a perfect image of her surroundings on spectrums she never knew existed, for as far into the distance as she wanted. Still, it was better to keep her headlights on as a courtesy for other drivers.

She had found out when she was playing with her x-ray and telescopic combo vision, driving through a terrible blizzard in pitch black. The oncoming truck was on a direct collision course with her own truck, and she wondered why he didn’t steer out of the way to make room for her, since he was deep into her lane. It was only when she saw the utter shock and panic in his eyes that Alex realized that he couldn’t see her the way she could him. Thankfully, it was difficult to make a mistake with consequences in the physical world these days. Alex let her super speed kick in, opened her driver side door gently with her fingers, and zipped out behind her own truck. The engine and tires were technically still running and spinning, but to her, time came to a complete standstill. She grabbed the back end of her truck with her left hand and hoisted the whole thing above her head with all the laws of leverage working against her. Taking off her t-shirt, confident that nobody could see her nude torso, she got underneath the truck with its dirty underside on the smooth, bare skin of her back. Then, she flew directly upward, hoisting the entire thing off the road without having it break under its own weight.

Alex hovered there in the air, her own body playing the tow to her truck. As a courtesy and apology to the other driver, she focused her eyes and blasted the road in front of the truck with the twin red beams of her heat vision, playing it gently across the road for miles to come. The snow didn’t melt into water—it simply sublimated into steam while Alex kept the intensity of her power as low as possible so as to not blast deep craters into the asphalt.

The sound of the other driver gasping both amused and satisfied her. Before he could glance back to see the source of those gentle lasers, Alex cut them off, leaving him wondering if he had just woken from a dream. But he had no impediments to his drive now. At least, not for the next hour or so.

Satisfied that the other truck was well and fully under control, Alex landed her truck back down, sliding out from underneath it as she placed it back on the ground with a relatively soft thud. The grime and muck simply slid off her skin, leaving her utterly unblemished save for the powdery white snow that landed on her beautifully porcelain back. She climbed into her truck and swept her long arms behind her, enjoying the feel of the bitter cold against her upper body.

A quick scan a hundred miles forward showed no signs of other vehicles, so she kept the truck’s lights as well as her top off, not bothering with the seat belt either. Her perfect rear bobbed up and down off the seat with the bumps of the road, but sometimes Alex remained hovering in midair just for fun. She would also float to the passenger side, completely horizontal in the cab of the truck, steering with just her feet while barely looking at the road. It felt even more empowering that she could behave like this—even more so than flying through the air, fully naked, immune to nature’s elements.

Parking her truck in her old orphanage, Alex put on bundles of layers of clothing to hide her superpowers and her body in order to preserve her modesty. Hoisting a stack of boxes taller than even her now improved stature, she walked gracefully over inches of snow, her boots barely leaving footprints in the fresh snow, and certainly not sinking down into it. A quick celebration with the orphans around the Christmas tree and handing out gifts, Alex shared a nice moment with her matron who insisted that Alex should get out and do more in the world. They discussed her mysterious and still unexplained origin, and Alex bade them good night.

She looked forward to delivering her usual rounds on Christmas Eve, but with her powers for the first time. And she would even have someone special to spend the evening with...

A Super Christmas Eve

Alex yawned and stretched, getting a full four hours of sleep. Her emerald eyes snapped open without a trace of fatigue as she tuned her superhearing into the neighboring towns, the places that she had always made her charity rounds for many years. The blizzard had been especially vicious this year, and the town of Saltral Bay didn’t have time to set up their customary Christmas tree in their town square.

Alex looked at her truck with a bit of disdain. It had served her... well, not well all these years, but it had served her. Maybe this year it could take a break. Flattening part of a tree to tie it to the top of her cab would defeat the purpose, after all.

So Alex fired up her truck and drove about 50 miles out to the middle of nowhere where she got out, picked up her truck, and took it well off the paved road and into the snow covered forest. Her body carved through errant tree branches far more effectively than the truck over her head did, but its shape was far less elegant and fluid than hers. The cold wood snapped like twigs as her bare feet and legs descended through the air, followed by the loud and erratic crunching when the truck followed.

Placing the truck on the forest floor, Alex brushed off her hands, pleased with the immaculate appearance of her skin. Certain that nobody would find her truck, she pulled out her Santa costume with crop top, a jacket, a short skirt that didn’t use to ride so high on her didn’t-used-to-be-so-long-legs and a simple pair of black heels, got dressed, and rocketed into the air under her own super power.

Hovering imperiously high in the sky with snow flurries swirling around her fairly exposed body, Alex scanned and located a nice thick, tall tree that would suit her purposes. From her standing position in midair, her body blurred, a streak of red costume and blonde flaxen hair rocketing toward earth like a missile. Reappearing near the ground, Alex swung her legs in a walking motion as she descended the final few inches onto the snow, subtly floating on the white powder as she stood before her target.

Without further ado, Alex extended her arm, her hand and fingers forming a straight line like the sharp end of a blade. A swing of her slender arm, and the side of her hand chopped the tree down with a loud, singular crack. It was too bad the edge of her hand wasn’t actually honed like steel; otherwise, the cut would have been perfectly smooth and even. But no matter. With her super strength, she could easily mold the base of the thick trunk to fit within a stand.

The sound of the tree falling, its wood creaking and leaves rattling, came to a sudden stop when Alex flew and caught it in its descent. Hoisting the thing over her slim shoulder as though it were weightless, the blonde haired green eyed supergirl took off into the sky, headed for Saltral’s town square. Everyone was still huddled in their homes before dawn, and that was more than enough time for Alex to fly the 50 miles and set up the tree.

The bite and sting of the cool air whipping about her face didn’t bother her at all. The sheer velocity though, was helpful for cleaning the tree of any unwanted detritus. It also dislodged all of the snow, making the tree look nice and clean, ready for a fresh dusting at its new location.

When she arrived, the town square presented her with a unique problem that only someone with superpowers could appreciate. Should she use her superbreath to blow away the packed snow from the main square? Perhaps she should simply melt it with her heat vision. What would look least suspicious? Maybe she should just shuffle through it with her arms and legs, hauling it away as if she were some sort of heavy machinery, except with none of the noisy gear and gasoline.

In the end, Alex decided to do the straightforward thing and simply blast the snowbanks away with her heat vision. It was simply the cleanest and quietest way to do it. The only sound anyone could hear would be the faint rippling in the air as her all powerful, yet gentle beams of heat fired from her gorgeous pupils, oscillating the air molecules in and around their path. That, and the sound of hissing steam from the snow being utterly erased. The town square wasn’t large, but it could be many times the size, and Alex would have done the deed just as quickly. All she had to do was look at it, after all, and it was gone.

She walked around through the air with her superspeed as she did it, not out of necessity, but just because she wanted to. Her beautiful body moved through the steam, the juxtaposition of frozen air and evaporating water not bothering her in the slightest. It did give her costume an impromptu steam cleaning though.

Once she could see the dirt on the ground again, all carved out in a neat geometric shape, Alex had to make sure her handiwork didn’t go to waste. Looking up at the sky, she spun on her heels and exhaled gently toward the heavens. Immediately, the blue sky greeted her as inclement weather understood what it meant to get scattered by an inclement supergirl’s superbreath.

Alex didn’t even inhale. She just craned her head upward at an angle, pushed her lips out, and gave the sky a little puff. The snowfall closest to her mouth immediately reversed direction, scattering upward and away. The force of her warm breath didn’t cease or attenuate at all as it continued to travel outward, scattering the clouds as if a sword had cut open the heavens.

Instead of marching around the town square with her heat vision, Alex just twirled on the spot, melting and dispelling all of the frozen clouds in the sky. The rising sun would slowly warm the idyllic village, and people would be coming out soon. So Alex had to hurry.

She’d completely forgotten that she was even holding the tree over her shoulder, like a knight with an extremely, comically oversized lance. The blonde supergirl put the tree down, knowing that it wouldn’t be able to stand upright on its own. But this wouldn’t take long.

As it began to tip over, Alex located the shed that held the village’s communal Christmas supplies. Flicking on her super speed like a light switch, Alex flew to the door. Thankfully there was no lock—otherwise she would have to crush it in her hand and make sure to find them a replacement later—and she found the stand in which to place the tree. Grabbing the frozen metal base, Alex flew back out, placed it in its correct position, and grasped the tree as if it were a weightless pole. Barely had it begun to tip over before she reappeared, and a quick application of her heat vision to trim the trunk meant that she lifted and slid the tree into its final resting place.

Alex didn’t stop to admire her handiwork. She flew back to the shed and gathered the ornaments, dotting them on the tree. Then finally, the tangled string of lights. Her hands and arms blurred as she undid all of the knots with unbelievable precision, then placed the lights over the tree starting at its highest point, spiraling downward with her flight powers.

Then, she flew back to her truck 50 miles away to grab her sack of gifts.

When the town woke, they saw Alex trudging into town, their town square miraculously cleaned up and decorated. Everyone hailed it a Christmas miracle. Alex smiled and handed out her gifts to the children before taking her leave.

She made her usual rounds this way, flying to the road leading into the next town and walking in, avoiding any questions about her truck.

Her final stop was the most remote town in the north with the smallest population. She always arrived late at night while doing her Christmas rounds, and she decided to keep it that way this year to avoid suspicions. However, she had a fun little surprise in mind just to entertain herself.

When everyone had gone to sleep, Alex, dressed in her costume and with the sack of gifts slung over her shoulder, found any chimneys should could fit through. Tucking her long arms against her side and making herself as thin as possible like an olympic diver, the super female Santa plunged straight downward, landing in a pile of burning wood and embers. THe fire caught onto her bag of gifts, but she simply stepped out of the fire and exhaled a gentle stream of frozen superbreath at both her fuzzy bag and her black heels. Leaving the gifts under the tree, she noticed a mug of previously hot chocolate placed on the coffee table.

With a smirk, Alex picked up the mug and focused her heat vision on it. Twin, thin red beams of pure energy brought the drink back to a hot, steamy state. She giggled and blew on it gently, like a regular human, then downed the whole thing in a single gulp. The boiling temperature felt nice as it slid down her throat.

Before she left, Alex threw another log on the fire and gave it a gentle sweep of her heat vision, making sure that the fire wouldn’t go out in the night. Then, she headed home.

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“Alex! You made it!” Chris greeted his crush. They had met a few months ago, both orphans and relatively lonely. It was Alex’s matron who had introduced them. With a devious purpose in mind, he hoped. He’d never met anyone so beautiful before, both inside and out. It also didn’t help the sexual frustration he felt being her roommate.

“Yeah! Pretty bad weather, but I made the rounds like usual,” Alex replied, suppressing a smile about just how easy it was now.

“Oh god, come in, come in. You must be freezing!” Chris tried not to stare at her long, bare legs in her frankly ridiculous costume. “I kept the fire warm for you.”

“Thanks. Mind if I change?”

“Yeah, go ahead. I kept the food warm in the oven. I’ll just set the table now.”

“Kay.”

She moved at a normal pace, changing into some baggy clothing as she watched Chris set the table. It was a modest meal, but they lived modestly. Alex could hear his heart beating in his chest, whispering to himself that he hoped that she would like the meal. She watched him reach into the kitchen cabinet where he had a bottle of wine and a candelabra, apparently struggling with his choice of whether to place it on the table or not.

Alex decided to change her clothing once more. She slipped into her sleepwear, a pink off the shoulder crop top and a pair of tight shorts, leaving her deeply etched six pack abs and her long limbs on full, mouth-watering display. A pair of casual socks finished off her outfit. She was going to do her best to make it as obvious as possible to Chris that she was interested.

Coming out of her room, she saw that Chris had taken out the candelabra but was turning around to put it back. Alex zipped over at super speed, invading his personal space a tiny bit as the outer curve of her breast gently glanced against his back. She brushed her hand over the back of his as she grabbed the ornament and whispered in his ear, “Here, let me.”

Giggling at the way his heart raced, Alex took the candelabra and placed it on the table. As Chris fumbled with the wine opener, Alex lit all the candles with her heat vision. Then, Chris placed a few plates of food before them: mashed potatoes with generous dollops of butter, stuffing with apples and celery, and a roasted bird for each of them.

“Um... Merry Christmas, Alex,” Chris began to sweat, despite the cold, as he saw so much of her body up close. He’d never seen her dress like this before, not in her Santa costume, and certainly not in such skin-revealing pajamas. It was even more magnificent than he could have imagined.

“Merry Christmas,” she winked at him with her emerald eye. “After dinner, I was hoping... you would keep me warm?”

Chris nearly spilled the wine he was pouring. Dinner turned out to be a quick affair.