GETTING KICKED OUT OF THE NORTH POLE WON’T STOP THEM!
Sprinkles, Tingles, Nasty, and Claws… Spreading Christmas Cheer In Their Own Special Ways
Nasty says to Mrs. Claus, “But Elves don’t wear panties.”
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK STORY PACKED FULL OF XMAS CHEER, IF THE LUCKY RECEIVERS OF THEIR GIFTS, WANT THEM OR NOT! (AKA NON-CON / DUB-CON) — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
PROLOGUE: Mrs. Claus is a woman filled with love and compassion, but when it came to Santa’s latest collection of loose sluts he played in Vegas, she was filled with hate and wanted these bitches dead!
“Dammit Davy! How many times have I told you, don’t make Vegas his last stop?”
Davy stood there dumbfounded and quiet, because the answer was zero. No matter the answer, the damage was done. After twelve hours of binge drinking and cookie eating, Santa filled the open space in his sleigh with Sprinkles, Tingles, Nasty, and Claws.
Rushing to greet her husband, she made it just in time to find them kneeling before Santa, as he knighted each of them with his Yule-time log, followed by unloading his year-long buildup of hot frosting across their faces and cleavage.
Sprinkles asks, “Santa Baby, does this officially make us your special Elves?”
Before Mrs. Claus could answer, Santa says, “You bet it does, Sprinkles.”
She says, “Cool!”
Tingles adds, “I’m tingling!”
Claws flexes her hands as Nasty jams her fingers into her wet pussy, and spreads her juices from his mustache, across his plump red lips, to his beard. Any chance for Mrs. Claus to kiss her man without getting that Nasty taste in her mouth is a thing of the past.
The North Pole by-laws have been long established, so once Santa says someone is an official Elf, they are an Elf. Doesn’t matter what Mrs. Claus thought.
Dealing with the endless complaints from other Elves, about Sprinkles drippings being found on any toy even remotely phallically shaped, and Nasty’s candy-cane surprises, got old very quickly.
The final straw came after they made her man prematurely cum eleven months early, and again in February, Mrs. Claus knew she had to do something…
Nasty says, “The Claus Cunt just fucking left us here!”
Sprinkles comments, “I don’t think she did. Maybe she just needs to go get something, or feed the reindeer, and then she’ll be right back.”
“You’re as stupid as you are ugly, Sprinkles!”
“Nasty, we’re quadruplets.”
“And yet, you somehow turned out ugly, while the rest of us ended up beautiful.”
Claws screams, “Stop It! We need to work together! We don’t even know where the hell she left us!”
Tingles calmly says, “New York City. We’re in New York City.”
“What makes you so sure?” asks Claws.
“Between the Empire State Building, from that Elf movie, and those welcome to New York signs in that window, I’m pretty sure, this is New York City.”
Looking towards a stranger near an alley, Sprinkles butts in with, “He looks lost. We should go help him.”
Nasty adds, “And spread some Christmas cheer.”
Before any discussions even started, Sprinkles and Nasty are dashing towards a hot stranger in tight pants. He’s checking his emails, while standing in front of an alley, he never sees the rush of hot, wet, and angry hormones heading his way.
Tingles and Claws were still ten feet back, as Nasty tackles the man into the alley. She hits him so hard, he not only gets the wind knocked out, but also loses his hat, phone, briefcase and shoes. Sprinkles dives on top the pile, pushing her breasts against Nasty’s back.
“Hate to break it to you Sprinkles, but those don’t feel remotely real.”
Sprinkles gets out a: “Fuck You Bitch!” just as Tingles and Claws slip in Sprinkles drippings, causing a four Elf pileup on top of the downed stranger.
Finally catching his breath, he screams, “My wallet is in my back pocket! Just take it!”
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees an old bum, slumped down against a dumpster, whose just staring very creepy like at his predicament. “Dude! Call the Police!”
The bum shows him his empty hands, shrugs, and goes back to watching him getting mugged… just… he wasn’t getting mugged…
Claws gets up, disgusted as she is pissed off. “Sprinkles! If you don’t do something about your constant vaginal dripping, I’m gonna sew that fucker shut!”
Tingles jokes, “Then I can make her a tiny, closed for business sign.”
Being the last to climb off the man, she rolls him over as he cowers behind his arms and hands.
Sprinkles asks, “Mr? Are you ok? We’re just trying to spread some Christmas cheer, and might have got a little over excited.” As her juices drip down the inside of her thighs.
Finally moving his hands away from his eyes, he realizes he’s staring upwards at four hot as fuck Elves, who happen to also be pantiless. Something the slumped bum realized from his lowered vantage point, the second they entered his alley.
“Christmas cheer? What kind of Christmas cheer?”
“The kind you can’t enjoy with these on.” Says Nasty, as she rips his pants free of his legs. The lump in his boxers is instantly apparent.
“See! He must love Christmas!” adds Tingles.
Sprinkles and Claws, kneel on his outstretched arms, before ripping all the buttons off his shirt.
“Check out those abs!” Comments Sprinkles, as Claws slowly runs her nails along each crease in his flesh.
Just as he’s about to mention how sharp her nails are, Nasty plants his nose up her ass and his tongue up her pussy. The unexpected combination of smells and tastes, cause him to believe, he’s munching on honey, mustard, and onion, pretzel chunks.
During his struggles, he can feel his boxers being removed, followed by his cock and balls being tightly wrapped in tinsel, by Tingles. His cock quickly expands, as the tinsel gets even tighter, causing the veins in his shaft to bulge and pulse with pleasure.
With the tinsel in place, Tingles asks, “Where’s my 9-Volt? Dammit! Who took my 9-Volt?”
{ZAP!} “FUCK!” Screams Sprinkles, as she slaps Nasty’s hand away from under her skirt. Tingle’s 9-Volt hits the ground.
Nasty says, “It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if you weren’t always sprinkling, Sprinkles.”
“GIVE ME THAT!” Yells Tingles, before picking it up, and connecting it to the tinsel wrapped around the strangers cock and balls.
Between the shock in his cock, and the random thick candy cane, just shoved up his ass, he instinctively bit down on Nasty’s extra large labia, causing her to respond by scratching him from his abs to his nipples!
His screaming orgasm was the most intense moment of his life, heightened even further, by Nasty standing up, legs spread wide, a second before releasing a moment of vaginal Christmas Magic, she’s been practicing for months…
The ball of red, green, and gold glitter, the size of a bath-bomb, is queefed out of her vagina so fast, he never has a chance to turn away. The glitter hits his face, a half-second before a smell that could choke a cat, is embedded into his nasal cavity, mouth and eyes.
He tears up before rolling into a fetal position on a small bed of crumpled up newspapers.
Sprinkles comments, “Awe! Look! We’ve made him so happy, he’s crying.”
Nasty pokes her tit and says, “They just feel so damn fake.”
Sprinkles replies angrily, “Do you want me to spank you, Nasty? Because I will! Right now! Just bend the fuck over!”
With that final straw, the old bum can’t take it any more. With three very loud grunting, “Ho! HO! HOOOO!”s he releases his winter wonderland in the form of a surprise blizzard.
Covering Sprinkles, Tingles, Nasty, and Claws, from head to toe in his endless Christmas Spirit, along with slamming the side of the stranger, who’s currently balled up the size of a big baby.
On the brick wall behind them, you can see the silhouettes of the five, outlined by Santa’s splatter art, creating a one of a kind image of a nativity scene.
As the stranger picks up what’s left of his clothing, the Elves continue to stare at Santa, completely confused by what just happened. The stranger finds his shoes, hat, and briefcase, but can’t locate his phone. Not caring any more, he stumbles toward the entrance of the alley.
Sprinkles yells happily, “Merry Christmas Mister!”
Just as he turns the corner, he stumbles face first into Mrs. Claus, who’s holding his phone, which is still open to her email to him, that says:
[Meet me at our usual place, for some Mama Milk and a Hot Muffin.]
“Still up for that milk and muffin?”
Silently, he snatches his phone away from her, and stumbles off into the night, half wincing in pain, half smiling so big it hurts.
Mrs. Claus, calls to Santa from the entrance of the alley, “You got what you wanted for our Anniversary, Santa. I still need to get my gifts. See you back at the pole.”
“Love you Mrs. Claus!”
“Love you even more Mr. Jolly!” Says, Mrs. Claus, before heading off into the dark, in the same direction of the stumbling stranger.
For once in their lives, the quadruplets remain speechless, until Santa breaks the silence with, “She found out I like to watch. She was checking my browser history.”
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