MICRO MONDAY, MICROFICTION

A Yuletide Mixup

But it’s still an enormous gift

Christmas Eve, and all the norms have bundled up with their families, waiting for Dick Clark’s countdown. Or is that the fake New Year? I can’t keep these boring suburbanite holidays straight. It doesn’t matter. It’s boring people doing boring things with their boring family.

I’m going to get fucked in every hole by Satan tonight!

They slid the note under my doorway this morning. My Ring doorbell didn’t catch the deliveryman for some unknown reason. I’ll have to call them and see what is wrong with it. But it’s OK, since the note got my heart pounding, and my head into

I’m cumming tonight to fuck your tight little pussy long and hard. Be ready. It’s breeding time!

Satan

My prayers, and sacrifices, and chants, and spells had finally worked. My dark master was coming to see me. Not just to see me, but to breed me. To make me his whore, and to bear his child. The next Damian. The demon spawn. And maybe I’ll get to drink some demon sperm, too.

I wonder if Satan will have the demons run a train on me first?

My pussy quivers just thinking about a demonic gangbang, but I realise Satan won’t let his demons run a train on the future Anti-Christ’s mother until at least after the birth. I guess I’ll wait for my demonic Bacchanalia.

I expect that he’ll arrive around 3am, Christmas day — the witching hour — but I’ll be ready for him whenever he arrives. I’ve decorated my Yule tree in the old way. The lovers of Christ don’t understand this was a pagan festival, and who they call Satan is really my lord and master, Woden. Calling him Satan is just a joke to keep the norms on edge.

To pass the time, I rearrange the pillows, and try to watch a movie, but they keep showing It’s A Wonderful Life. That movie’s the reason I don’t have bells in my house.

It’s almost 3am. I slide out of my pyjamas and drop to my hands and knees — a supplicant for Woden’s love. I can stay like this all night long, but I won’t need to. I hear a commotion, and suddenly a figure appears in front of me. I look up, expectantly.

“Ho, ho, ho, little girl. Looks like you’ve been naughty this year,” Santa exclaims, as he undoes his big black patent leather belt and drops his pants to his knees, exposing the massive, erect candy cane between his legs.

Quickly grabbing the note again, I reread. Fuck, it doesn’t say Satan’s cumming tonight. It says Santa.

Oh, well. Santa? Satan? Either way, they’re both still Woden. Time to enjoy the ride.

“I’ve brought the elves with me. They need some relaxation, too.”

At least it’ll be a gangbang tonight. Might as well invite the reindeer down, too.

Emily (Little Miss Right Now) isn’t interested in later. Gotta live for the moment., for right now. Read her stories, cause it’s as close as you’re gettin’! The local preacher man used to call her a sinner, while he boned her hard, but when there’s no future, how can there be sin? You can follow her on Twitter @MicroEmily.

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Another festive tale by Sophia Dublin