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content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely
fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex
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Summary: When Santa Clause stops by to give the naughty kids
their coal, they "persuade" him to put them on the good list.

(Mg, crossover, fantasy, oral, pedo)



  Santa Clause was sailing through the night sky in his red
sleigh. He had a tight grip on the green reins of his nine deer,
who all did their share in pulling him along. Large, red gift
sacks laid behind him, empty and flat on the floor. Finally, he
was finished with delivering all of the children their presents.
That is, all of the kids who were on his good list. Now, it was
time for the second half of his job: giving out coal to the
naughty ones.

  A red clipboard was on his lap. On it was a paper that read,
"NAUGHTY" in black letters on top, and list of names beneath it.
"Hmm... Nina and Ariel," he read aloud. "It's not often that I
get more than one naughty child in the same house."

  He looked down to see a particular neighborhood that he had
already covered during his "gift shift". Snow covered the
rooftops, almost making them blend in with the ground. When he
found the house, he signaled his reindeer to dive toward it.

  Upon landing on the roof, Santa hoisted his dark gray bag of
coal over his back and left the sleigh. The bag was light when
compared to any of his gift sacks. Unfortunately, this house did
not have a chimney. The man jumped off the house and knelt at the
front door. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a big ring of
keys. Dozens of keys were made by his elves just for the
occasion.

  Setting the bag on the floor, he stuck a bronze key into the
door and silently opened it. Then he lifted the bag, entered the
house, and gently shut the door. The lights of the holiday-themed
tree and the streetlights that peeked through the white curtains
led Santa through the dark living room without tripping over the
furniture. As he passed the black love seat, Santa stumbled over
an untied, white sneaker and fell down. His bag fell out of his
hand, spilling several coals near the couch that was in front of
the love seat.

  Santa sighed and got on his knees. He picked up three lumps of
coal. The last one would have rolled under the couch if it
weren't too big. He leaned forward and reached for it.

  Suddenly, the ceiling light turned on.

  Squinting his eyes in the sudden illumination, Santa looked at
the bottom of the stairs behind him to see Ariel's hand on the
switch and Nina groggily standing behind her. Ariel was wearing
turquoise pajamas. Her shirt was buttoned up. Nina wore a gray
two-piece thermal suit.

  "Santa?" Nina asked, rubbing her eyes.

  The red-suited man stood. "Ho, ho, ho," he greeted. "Merry
Christmas, Nina, Ariel."

  "How do you know our names?" Ariel asked. "Are you really Santa
Clause?"

  "Yup. I am." He walked up to them and crouched so he and Nina
were eye-to-eye. "Would you like to feel my beard?"

  The 6-year-old traced a white curl with her index finger. It
felt soft as a cloud. She then gripped a handful of facial hair
and gently tugged it. Letting it go, she looked at her sister.
"It's real."

  Ariel carefully pulled on the edge of the beard. "It really is
real." She let go and looked at the tree, noticing the six
presents beneath it. "You brought those?"

  Santa turned and glanced at the wrapped boxes. "Err, yes,
that's right. I am Santa Clause, you know."

  "Wow!" Nina exclaimed. "Let's open them, Ariel!" The child
attempted to run past Santa, but the fat man palmed her chest,
stopping her.

  "Sorry, young ladies, but you cannot open them until Christmas
morning." He pulled back his left sleeve, revealing a watch. The
watch had a black face with white dots resembling snow. A
green-clad elf was standing there with his left hand between 11
and 12, and his right hand near 6. "It is only 11:32. You still
have to wait."

  "Besides..." he left the girls and walked over to his coal
sack, which was propped against the couch. The girls followed.
"Here's something else." He handed each girl a lump of coal. The
coals were roughly the same size, the size of walnuts. "Goodbye."
He headed for the door, carrying the bag over his shoulder.

  "Wait," Ariel said. Santa turned around. "What's the coal for?"

  "Well, Ariel, you and your sister have been naughty this year.
I always give naughty kids coal for Christmas."

  "What did we do?"

  Santa put the bag down. "You both... did something to a Kenan
last summer."

  "Did what?" Ariel smiled in mock innocence.

  "I can't say it, but it was a very naughty thing."

  "We're not so naughty. We can be really nice girls. Right,
Nina?"

  "Yeah. We're good girls."

  "I'm happy to hear that. But there's always next year." He
edged closer to the door.

  Ariel rushed in front of him and blocked the door. "We'll be
good girls now." He held onto Santa's right hand with both of
hers. "You can watch." She pulled him to the center of the living
room, followed by Nina.

  The girls sat Indian-style next to each other, prompting Santa
to set his bag down between himself and Ariel.

  Nina noticed the sneaker that was behind their guest. She
scooted over and picked it up. "I'll put that upstairs."
Cautiously, she walked up the stairs, carefully not to wake their
father. She returned to her spot with the same speed. "I put my
sneaker back in my room."

  "That's nice of you."

  "My turn," Ariel said. She scanned the room from ceiling to
floor. Looking behind her, she found a ball of coal between the
TV and couch. Flipping herself onto her hands and knees, she
retrieved it and handed it to Santa. "Did you drop that?"

  "Why, yes, I did. Thank you."

  "You're welcome. Are we good girls now?"

  "You two are up to a good start, but you still must wait until
next year."

  "Wait! We can share stuff, too."

  "Yeah," Nina said. "We share everything." She and her sister
exchanged glances and looked at the man sitting in front of them.

  "That's very nice, but I have to leave now."

  Ariel's right hand suddenly shot forward. Her fingers went into
the waistband of Santa's pants and underwear.

  "W-what are you doing?" Santa stammered.

  "I know what me and my sister can share," the 10-year-old
grinned. Both of her hands began to tug the pants and underwear
downwards.

  Wanting to help her sister, Nina crawled over and gripped the
sides of the fat man's trousers. Together, the girls managed to
bring his clothes down to his ankles.

  Beneath the hairy rolls of his stomach, Santa's dick stood
surrounded by white hair. His limp, purple-headed cock was fairly
small, given his plump build.

  Nina easily wrapped her 6-year-old hand around it. She leaned
it to one side, then the other. The girl then bent over and let
it into her open mouth.

  "Ahh!" Santa flinched.

  The girl's head bobbed up and down, with an occasional lick.
Although Santa Clause was obviously strong enough to push her
off, he found himself powerless to stop her. Saint Nick would
never admit it, but it felt good. His dick grew in Nina's mouth,
now able to hit the roof. She stopped when she felt a tap on her
shoulder.

  "Can I please have it now, Nina?" Ariel asked.

  "Yeah." She pulled off and scooted to the side.

  Ariel was thrilled to see that he was hard, though it was only
about four inches. She slid in front of Santa and ducked her head
so she could put it in her mouth. Her head moved downward until
her lips touched the base. It then rose to the point where her
teeth would encircle his head. She repeated this faster and
faster.

  After a while, Nina got on her belly while facing Santa's lap.
Her tongue went to Santa's sack and gave it a lick. Ariel began
to suck a little higher, giving her younger sister more room.
Nina moved closer so her face was inches from his balls. Gently,
she sealed her lips on his right ball and sucked it. She would
roll it around with her lips, bathing it with her tongue.

  "Ahh! Sss! Err!"

  Ariel pulled the cock out of her mouth and masturbated it.
"Ooh, I think he's gonna cum on us!" she said. "Let's share his
cum, Nina!" She pointed his cock at her sister.

  "Oh! Oh!"

  A small shot of cum went between Nina's eyes. Ariel pulled it
back to her and let the next spurt go into her mouth. Jerking it
off, she aimed it at her sister again. Nina opened her mouth and
licked the next load out. Ariel put her mouth over it and
swallowed the rest of Santa's cream.

  "Mmm!" Ariel hummed. "Your cum tastes good."

  "It tastes just like daddy's!"

  As fast as he could, Santa scooted backwards until he bumped
into the arm of the love seat. 'What have I done?' he thought to
himself.

  "Can we open our presents now?" Nina pouted.

  Santa nodded, not wanting to know what else they would do if he
refused.

  Both girls rushed to the tree and read the names on the
presents. Before opening them, they gathered their respective
gifts by their sides, exchanging the wrongfully-picked ones.
Santa took this time to leave to house.

  The roof was too high for him to jump and climb back up. Also
made for the occasion, he had a magic ladder. He pulled a small
4-inch long green ladder out of his pocket. Holding both ends
horizontally, he stretched it by one foot. His hands went to the
two closest steps and pulled them apart.

  When the ladder was almost teen feet long, Santa Clause propped
it against the house. He climbed up to the roof and pulled the
ladder with him. After storing it back in his pocket, he climbed
into his sleigh.

  "Yah!" he said, jiggling the reins.

  The reindeer galloped across the roof and remained in the air
after leaving the edge. Their hooves gracefully swished through
the sky. Gradually, they all flew almost high enough to touch the
clouds.

  With shaky hands, Santa held the ropes close to his chest. He
was still in shock at what just happened. Images of Ariel and
Nina drinking his seed played in his head over and over again.
'What is wrong with me?' he asked himself. 'I just molested two
little girls! The oldest was only ten!' His other state of mind
replied, 'No, they molested me. I'm the rape victim of two
children. Wait... what?'

  The thoughts continued to haunt him as he journeyed to the next
few houses. Most had chimneys, which cheered him up a little. The
rounds went smoothly; no awaking of the families, no traps, and
some sleeping children even left him milk and cookies.
Eventually, the situation between him, Nina, and Ariel left his
mind.
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  The reindeer were just leaving a chimneyed house when Santa
picked up his clipboard. 'Who's next?' He read the list and
scratched off the name Joseph with a red pen. 'Cindy.'

  Because this location was so much farther, the reindeer flew
higher into the air. It took dozens of minutes, but they reached
the freshly-snowed roof of Cindy's house. It was snowing hard in
that neighborhood. There was no chimney there, either. Santa
dropped down to the front yard. He stuck a bronze key into the
gold knob of the white door and walked in.

  The big tree was in the left-center of the living room. Red and
yellow lights blinked on and off, illuminating the area around
it. A thin, maroon blanket was covering something that laid on
the sofa that faced the tree.

  Always made Santa proud to see such a beautiful Christmas tree.
He headed for it. In order to get into the living room, one had
to walk down a step. Too impressed by the decorations, Santa took
a big step forward, stumbling onto the lower floor.

  Just then, the blanket began to move. The head of a little girl
popped out and looked at him. Realizing who he was, she pushed
the blanket off and sat up. She was wearing a long, white
T-shirt.

  "Santa Clause!" Cindy exclaimed excitedly.

  "Ho-ho-ho!" Santa said. "Merry Christmas, Cindy."

  "I knew you were real!" She got up and ran into him for a hug.
Her head was level with his round stomach. Santa wrapped his arms
around her. She broke the hug and jumped up and down. "Are you
here for my presents?"

  "I'm afraid not, Cindy. You've been a naughty little girl this
year. I have to give you something else."

  "What?"

  Santa put his hand into the bag and gave her the coal he picked
out. "That's a lump of coal. You were on my naughty list this
year."

  "Does that mean I won't get any presents?" Cindy squeaked. Her
eyes became watery.

  "Sorry, but no."

  "Please?"

  "If you're a good girl next year, I promise to give you some
presents."

  "I'll do anything you want, Santa. Daddy says I suck dick real
good. If I suck you, could you go home and give me presents
today?"

  Santa blinked. "Excuse me?"

  Cindy stretched the waistband of Santa's trousers until his
dick popped out. His sack was still inside. Kneeling was
unnecessary, as Cindy was short enough to reach him while
standing. She stepped forward and wrapped her lips around it.

  "C-Cindy! You really shouldn't do this."

  The girl pulled back. "I want to show how much I love you,
Santa." She went back down on him.

  *Gasp*

  Using both hands, Cindy held the base of Santa's dick. Her
cheeks inflated and deflated with every heave and ho of her head.
She could only take three-fourths of him before his head hit the
roof of her mouth. Santa moaned as he continuously entered and
exited the hot cavern.

  Soon, Cindy's left hand went to his balls, which were still
inside his pants. She felt them through the clothes and fondled
them. The sack could fit perfectly in her hand. Her fingers
repeatedly squeezed them, careful not to hurt him.

  Santa Clause flinched. A load of semen was fired from his dick
and into the 5-year-old's mouth. Her head immediately jerked back
until he was out. Because he was now pointing downward, the next
two spurts hit her chest. Holding onto him with her right hand,
she got two more loads of cum right in the face, on the cheeks
and her chin. Placing her lips back on his cock, she licked the
head.

  Santa let out a deep sigh when Cindy's lips slid off his
limping dick. He tucked it back into his pants.

  Cindy gulped everything down and smiled up at him. "Thank you,
Santa. See you next year."
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  'I did it again!" Santa scolded himself. The reindeer took off
and were sailing over New Jersey. 'These girls are too mature! I
bet the Easter bunny doesn't have these problems!'

  The next houses were quiet. Santa would go in, place the coal
under the tree, and leave. It was the way he wanted it to be. He
went through two-thirds of the naughty list with no problems.
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  'Next stop, Cassandra's house.' He directed his reindeer to
their left and made them head for an apartment building. The
tall, brick building had a white stairway door on the gray
ceiling. 'Oh great, the projects.' After landing, he grabbed his
bag and went down the dark gray stairs.

  Five stories later, Santa Clause ended up on the sixth floor.
The ceiling lights flickered on and off. He was near apartments
6A and 6B. Walking to his right, he stopped at door 6E and went
inside.

  The white-walled hall that led from the green door to the
living room was fairly long. A silver entertainment system, which
held a black TV and stereo, was at the end of the hallway. Black
love seats sat against either wall, facing each other. A small
Christmas tree was in a far corner, near the windows. Beside it
was a black armchair.

  Because the tree had no lights, Santa almost missed it. The
streetlights that shone through the black blinds helped him
locate it. The red-suited man headed for the tree. There were no
presents underneath it. He dug into the bag and placed the coal
that he gathered under the tree.

  Santa spun around just in time to see stars fly before his
eyes. A sharp pain went through his head and he fell on his back
with his knees up. When the colored spots cleared and he regained
his vision in the newly-lit room, his eyes focused on the hostile
brown eyes of Cassandra. The girl was wearing a long-sleeve white
shirt with black sweatpants and black slippers. Both hands were
holding a wooden bat as if ready to strike again.

  "Who the hell are you?" The child demanded.

  "Why, I'm Santa Clause," he replied, trying to form his
trademark jolly grin.

  "Ain't no such thing as Santa Clause! You're either one of
those guys from the mall, or a thief!" She stepped closer.

  "N-no, I most certainly am not."

  "Prove it." She stood the wide end of the bat on the white
floor. "What do I want for Christmas?"

  Reaching behind his back, Santa pulled out a list and a pair of
glasses. "It says here that you wish for a lot of dolls, a
vibrating... ahem, D-I-L-D-O, and a golden thong.

  Cassandra's steely gaze slowly lost its touch. "How did you
know? I never told anyone."

  Santa chuckled and stood. "I told you, I'm Santa Clause. I know
all about the children who celebrate Christmas. I know who's
naughty and who's nice. You, Cassandra, are a very naughty little
girl."

  "Yeah? What's your point?"

  "My point is, all I have for you this year is a big lump of
coal."

  "Coal?"

  "Yes. That's what everyone on my naughty list deserves. Maybe
next year, you can be a good little girl and ask me for something
more appropriate." He stood and grasped his bag. "Bye, now." He
waved and started to walk past her.

  Like a miniature Babe Ruth, Cassandra swung the bat at Santa's
left leg.

  "Ahh!" he wailed as the bat connected with his kneecap.
Dropping his bag, he bent his leg and palmed the injury with both
hands. The weapon hit him again, this time in the right kneecap.
"Ow!" He lost his balance and fell on his back.

  Cassandra dropped the stick. Before Santa could get up, he felt
fingers digging into the waistline of his pants. The red trousers
sunk to his knees before Cassandra did the same with his
underwear and pulled them both to his ankles. Kicking her
slippers off, she pushed his sweatpants down, exposing her
panty-less lower body. She then pulled her shirt over her head
and threw it aside.

  The 10-year-old girl straddled Santa Clause's lap with her
knees on either side of his thighs. Roughly, she squeezed Santa's
hard dick with her left hand and guided it to her small cunt. It
went in easily.

  "Little-dicked, fat bastard," she murmured.

  Santa was shocked at her language. "Young lady, what are you
doing?"

  "What does it look like I doing?" Cassandra began to ride him.
She would lift herself with her knees, then literally drop
herself on his pelvis. Her ass loudly slapped against his pelvis.
Santa moaned as he laid helplessly on the floor.

  "Fuck me, you fat bastard! I could barely feel your fuckin'
dick!"

  "Cassandra, stop it!" Santa exclaimed, trying to sound strict.
"I won't give you anything ever again if you don't stop this
minute!"

  Ignoring the statement, Cassandra bounced on Santa's lap like a
wild child. She was disappointed that some of the boys in her
class were bigger than him. Still, at least he could cum.

  Santa was all out of ideas. He couldn't get away. If he tried,
she would beat him to a pulp with the bat. Not to mention, in the
back of his mind, he was beginning to like this forbidden
activity.

  "I'll stop when you shoot all that eggnog in my pussy!"

  Tightly holding onto his cock, Cassandra rotated on his lap.
With every full circle, she would slam her ass onto him, then
lift up and make another circle. Her hands were on his shoulders,
pinching them with her long nails. They made him wince, along
with the cock-pulling.

  Suddenly, a spurt of cum raced upward into Cassandra's pussy.

  "Uhh..." the man and girl moaned together.

  Cassandra arched her back when the next load went inside of
her. Santa gasped and lifted his torso a bit. She pushed him back
down and held onto his chest. He grit his teeth upon squirting
inside of her again. Her hands slid down to her sides and she
continued to ride him.

  When Santa Clause was empty enough for her, Cassandra finally
palmed his chest and rolled off him. He gasped when his
cum-soaked dick popped out of her. Giving him no time to rest,
she grabbed his right wrist with both hands and pulled. The man
pushed himself up and she got behind him.

  Holding her right wrist and thrusting sideways, Cassandra
bumped into his back, causing him to stumble forward a little.
Like a football player, she tackled him again, nearly making him
trip on his still-lowered pants and briefs. He got the hint and
speed-walked to the door, nearly fall over several times.

  "Now get out, and don't come back without my fuckin' presents!"
Cassandra said as he took the first step out of the apartment.
She closed the door behind him.

  Quickly, Santa pulled his briefs and pants up. Taking a final
look back, he rushed upstairs and back to the roof. Thankfully,
the nine reindeer were wide awake. He climbed into the sleigh and
they were off.

  As they flew, Santa realized that he left the bag of coal in
Cassandra's apartment. Not wanting to encounter the 10-year-old
again, he decided to leave it there.
      ___________________________________________

  From then on, Santa never made a naughty list again. Instead,
he gave everyone their presents, no matter what they asked for.

