Little X-Mas story fragment

Actually scribbled together as an attempt at contributing to the futa vs. romance discussion over in the other forum, I'd like to submit it here as well:

As over the last forty years, Sandy knew it was Christmas morning even before she woke up. In Germany you get your presents on Christmas eve already, but to her the early experience of looking at the tree and presents in the dim light of the morning would always have something special. Looking around, she found herself in a large bed together with a couple of girls, and the one next to her she could easily tell by the massive ram horns and dark mane. Nicole and herself had been doing it endlessly, feasting not only Christmas, but also cherishing old times. The young satyress lay there coiled like a cat, hugging something dark and when Sandy touched it she knew it was the old teddy bear she loved so much. Sandy bent over, kissing the girl on her horned forehead and standing up from the bed. Her twin manhood dangling half-flaccid in front of her athletic body, she stretched her muscular arms and legs, swishing her tail around a few times as if to make sure she was really awake. But while a nasty yawn made clear she was not, the air was a little chilly and Sandy could feel the fluff across her body stand on end. The Leskows would keep their house well-heated to allow for the most informal dressing, as landlady Heidi would have put it, but it was early morning and what would have been Christmas morning without that familiar and cherished shiver anyway? So Sandy grabbed for her flannel nightgown which lay tossed across some bedside chair and as the soft fabric ran across her skin down to her hairy calves she immediately felt warm and comfortable, however, not completely loosing that cherished feeling of being out early on a Christmas morning. Sneaking out of the bedroom and downstairs to the drawing room where the Christmas tree and the presents had been set up, Sandy instinctively knew she was not alone in the room. A large wing chair was there, its back facing Sandy, but tossed across the armrest there was the tuft of a bull tail and as she approached, she could see a pair of nude legs similar to her own, elegantly hoofed but slightly sturdier and more curvaceous. Without a word, Sandy sat down on the armrest, softly running her fingers across Heidi’s hair. “Lovely, isn’t it?” her friend whispered, embracing Sandy’s waist and leaning at her shoulder. “Mmmmmmh” Sandy replied, marvelling at the still life before them – the big Christmas tree with its candles now extinct, the table full of presents and cookies and old-fashioned decoration all over the place. She put her arm around Heidi’s neck, softly cuddling at her. As usual, Heidi wore her old long woollen pullover