So, yesterday before going to bed I made a wish, hoping that the Gods of Christmas would fulfill it… they did, just not the way I hoped. You see, I’m gay, and lonely, so on Christmas eve as I was crying myself to sleep I wished for the opportunity to meet someone to love, that I could make sweet gay love to. This morning, as I was waking up, I noticed something different. I wasn’t in my bed, heck, I wasn’t even human anymore… I had become a gay cricket. I looked around and noticed I was in a damp basement, the decor was nothing special, the only piece of furniture present was a comfy looking beany bag, and the air had a hint of mold in it, I immediately thought I had been cursed, little did I know I had been blessed instead. Soon after a guy descended into the basement, my crickety eyes widened as I took in his hunky body and handsome face. “Cricketpot!”, I thought, my wish had been fulfilled!! On top of everything I quickly noticed the studly-stud undressing, soon his throbbing man-meat was in his hands! As he approached the lonely beany bag I understood what I had to do. I quickly positioned myself on the beany and as I looked upwards my bug eyes filled with joy at the sight of his glorious manhole. As he fully sat down the air was awash with musky scent; I rapidly went to work with my insectoid protuberancesand proceeded to make him twitch and groan, it became clear he was ready to implode. As he came his cheeks pressed on my sides and I came as well, even of it’s physically impossible for a cricket to come, as I became trapped betwixt his cheeks I accepted my fade and as my sight faded, I was for once, truly happy.

TL;DR: I magically became a cricket and came in a guy’s ass, happy holidays!