If Only Christmas Could Last Forever By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Got Gal (Tonya' O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Hexanna, Jungle Babe, Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yummi Wong), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Omega Woman, Champion Girl, Power Lass, Shield and Wolf Woman are all the creation and property of Mr. X. Other Mr. X characters used or mentioned in this story include Psycho Santa, the Christmas Goblins, Dragon Queen, the Bilbo Brothers, Elsa and Professor Werder. All other characters are my own creation and feel free to use them in your own stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Mr. G lit the large, fat cigar of his large, fat guest and sank back in the comfortable, leather chair behind the desk in his study. "What are your plans for this year?" he asked his guest after the latter had a chance to get comfortable in his own chair on the other side of the large, oak desk. "same old, same old," replied his guest who blew out a large smoke ring that drifted lazily up to the ceiling. "I will make my usual rounds, Metropolis, Gotham, New York and of course back here to Delta City. I hope to celebrate with some of my special friends." The man grinned and grabbed his crotch for emphasis, "you know, the bimbos with the huge melons who are oh so plentifu around here. I just wished I could make it last longer." Mr. G regarded Psycho Santa thoughtfully for a few moments without speaking. Everyone thought the randy old fuck was the jolly man's brother or some other kind of relative, but Mr. G knew better. No one, not even Psycho Santa knew where he had come from, but Mr. G. knew. You just took some DNA left on the rim of a glass of milk that had been left out with some cookies and ran it through a demonic, genetic sieve, kept all the bad parts and voila, you got a fat old man with a beard who loved raping big boobed superheroines every Christmas. The only downside to the whole stick was that it only could last for a couple of days. There wasn't much of a soul left after the sieve was done and what was left could only sustain the power level needed for a few days at most. Then Psycho Santa would fade away until the next Christmas. "What if it didn't have to end?" Mr. G said, finally breaking the silence. "Hmm," replied Psycho Santa as he scratched at his beard. A little beetle crawled out of the nicotine stained whiskers and was promptly licked up and swallowed by Psycho Santa's very well trained and large tongue. "I suppose you aren't asking that question just for the hell of it. What exactly have you got in mind?" Mr. G told him. Psycho Santa laughed evilly and then went away to make preparations. After his guest had left, Mr. G sat back in his chair and smiled his own evil smile. No one knew he existed and he liked it that way. He never acted directly, but always used agents like Psycho Santa to do his dirtywork while he absorbed all that delicious, sexual energy that got released in the process. There had been only one time in his long life when someone had even suspected his existence. He didn't know how that idiot who did all the stupid nonsensical rhyming had learned enough about him to put him in one of those ridiculous stories of his. It had taken some hasty work with lawyers and threatened lawsuits to arrange for that sappy ending which made it impossible for anyone to possibly conceive of him as any threat, even if they believed he actually existed at all. Mr. G knew he existed though and that was good enough for him. Light needed darkness to define it, the day needed the night to make it real, goodness was useless without evil and he had been there from the start of humanity. There was kindness and then there was him. Mr. G smiled again and stood up. Like Psycho Santa, he had some more preparations to make before the fun could begin. * * * The Christmas Goblins lived in a small pocket dimension that Mr. G had created for them after he had created the Christmas Goblins themselves. The goblins, along with the rest of the world, didn't know this. Mr. G found this amusing. Surely a group of beings who did nothing but sit around most of the day, drinking beer, watching sports on television, laughing at fart jokes and thinking mainly about how to get their dicks wet had to be an unnatural thing, but no one else seemed to tweak onto this fact. Like Psycho Santa's existence, the Christmas Goblins could only make the trip to the "real world" for a few short days every year. "How would you like to change that?" Mr. G asked the king of the Christmas Goblins. The three foot tall, green warty skinned, pointy eared King Snerx blinked at him and picked his nose while he considered this idea. Mr. G hoped the little bastard didn't delve too deeply in his nostrils or he might pull his few brains out. "That could be fun," admitted King Snerx after a careful inspection of the booger on the end of his finger which he promptly popped into his mouth. "How we do that?" he asked after he finished chewing. Mr. G told him. King Snerx just grinned wickedly. * * * "Do I have to go?" whined Lydia Willis as she sat pouting with her arms crossed under her ample breasts on the sofa in the living room of the luxury penthouse apartment of her mentor Brenda Wade. "It's for charity," pointed out Brenda for the third time in five minutes. "Well, I thought charity began at home," replied Lydia, "and I want to stay home. Besides it's Christmas Eve!" "It's only for a couple of hours after the stores close at eight," said Brenda calmly. "We will be home well before midnight and you can put out your milk and cookies for Santa before you go to bed." Lydia stuck out her tongue at Brenda. "I was thinking more about the big Christmas eve dru, her party at the Ritz Hotel that I wanted to go to. Summer, Anita and some of the young heroines were going to go." "I'm not exactly ready for the retirement home," Brenda snapped. "Yeah, well then name me one song that Drake sings then," countered Lydia. "Oh that's easy," snorted Brenda. "He's the one who sung abut his horse on some road or other right?" Lydia rolled her eyes. "Not even close. Look, I didn't want to admit this, but the main reason I don't want to go is that the whole idea fills me with existential dread, okay?" Brenda narrowed her eyes at her ward. You are only using that word because it was on the news for being named word of the year. "I bet you don't even know what the meaning of existential dread is. I doubt it came up in your History of Fashion class which is the only course you haven't been skipping out of on a regular basis." "I've been busy fighting crime with you," replied Lydia, "and all those otherclasses are so boring. I mean who really needs History or Math? And I do to know what existential dread is. I watched a five minute YouTube video on it that explained evrything" "I stand corrected," said Brenda sarcastically. "Please explain to your doddering old mentor what existential dread is and how the hell it relates to going to this charity event." "Well," replied Lydia as she desperately tried to remember what the YuTube video had said. "I am sort of like questioning what my role in crimefighting and life is. I mean ,I am 19 now and maybe it is time I um stopped being a sidekick and got treated as a full fledged superheroine in my own right. Maybe I should be Flag Woman now and not Flag Girl? Is my fighting crime really what I want to do with the rest of my life? I could do other things like you know be on reality television or shopping for handbags in Milan. Besides I always seem to wake up witha sore pussy and ass after one of these Christmas thingies and can't remember the good times that caused them." Brenda blinked in astonishment. Her ward had almost made sense there and she had to admit that she too often felt like she had been ridden hard for hours and put away wet after Christmas with little or no memory of how she got that way. She had always just put it down to drinking too much, but maybe there was something more to it. She gave her head a shake to clear out these nebulous fears. "Well, it is too late anyway as I already accepted the invitation for both Ms. americana and Flag Girl." She held up her one hand to forestall the protest she saw forming on her blonde ward's lips. "After the charity event, you can have the new electric Porsche to go to your party. Besides, I know Summer and Anita are both going to be at the event and they can go with you to the party." That seemed to mollify Lydia as she gave one more breast jiggling sigh and nodded her head in agreement. * * * The members of the She Legion were gathered around the large flat screen television just inside the doors of the new Super Mega Wade-Mart in downtown Delta City. The store had been closed for an hour and all the customers and employees were gone. A jolly, plump CGI Santa Claus was featured on the screen with his large stomach shaking like the proverbial bowl full of jello as he spoke. "Ho ho ho, thank you ladies for agreeing to participate in this wonderful charity event. You might be wondering why I have hidden myself behind this image, but in the true nature of Christmas, I wish to keep my real identity a secret. It is the children and the charities this event will help that are the truly important things." "Of courxe," agreed Ms. Americana as she stood there with her hands on her hips and unconsciously thrusting out her 38G boobs as she stood surrounded by her sidekick and the other heroines. "Existential dread increasing again,"muttered Flag Girl. Ms. Americana shot her sidekick a sidelong glance, but didn't say anything as the CGI Santa continued to speak. "I have planted a number of objects around the store as a treasure hunt," said CGI Santa. "For each one that is found, I and the people backing this event will donate ten thousand dollars to charity. The heroine who finds the most will also get a special prize of her own, or their own if you prefer to workin pairs as some of you have sidekicks with you." "What do these objects look like?" asked Lady Midnight who stood next to Ms. Americana and who also unconsciously was thrusting out her mighty jugs in order to compete with her friend. CGI Santa gave another "ho, ho, ho" and held up some red and green rod like objects. Got Gal gasped. "Those look a lot like dil ... er like um something not quite appropriate for a Christmas charity event," she said. "Ho, ho, ho," laughed CGI Santa. These of course are modeled after the first toys ever given at Christmas as unearthed recently by archeologists digging in South Africa." "That can't be right," said Amazing Babe who pulled out her cell phone and did a quick online search. "Oh, he's right," she exclaimed. "I have a news article in my Facebook feed about that discovery. It says world renowned archeologist Ab-Sul-Lootlie Foney made the find on June 31st this past summer while walking alonga beach in Maidknot Downs in South Africa. The objects were identified as childrn's toys and probably the first example of a neolithic light saber." "My Facebook says the same thing," agreed Azure Angel. "Existential dread getting critical here," moaned Flag Girl, but she was ignored as the other heroines either checked their own phones or peered over the shoulders of their comrades. "Well this sounds like it will be a lot of fun," said Ms. Americana turning back to CGI Santa. "I'm really looking forward to this and getting a first hand look at those toys." "Then please just begin your search," said CGI Santa who was holding his quaking belly as he laughed in a jolly fashion once more. "Please don't be alarmed that the regular store lights are off. I have installed special Christmas themed lighting which will also provide the proper lighting for the cameras." "Cameras?" asked Green Spectre. "Why yes, ho, ho, ho," laughed CGI Santa. "The contest will be shown as a pay for view event to raise more money, for charity of course." "OH, that's ok then," replied Green Spectre. "I can't wait to see the video of me winning the event." "As if," snickered Junble Babe. "This contest is all mine!" Several other heroines began to speak and declare their intention to win the contest as they started to seperate and move deeper into the store. "I thought this was all about charity," muttered Flag Girl as she and Spectre Girl began to trot down the aisles, keeping a sharp lookout for the treasure objects. The two sidekicks had decided to pair up with each other rather than work with their mentors in order to show that they needed to be taken more seriously as heroines and not just as afterthoughts to their mentors. "Well, it's mainly about charity," snickered Spectre Girl, "but you know how competitive the older heroines can get. There is nothing that gets stuck in Got Gal's craw more than Ms. Americana calling herself the 'premiere superheroine in Delta City'. I'm sure from the look on her face that Got Gal wants to rub your mentor's face in it by winning the contest. That's why she dragged Got Chic with her, instead of letting Got Chic join our sidekick team." * * * sThe Got Gals had already found two of the treasure objects as they raced around the huge multi-floor store and now stood panting a bit as they tried to get their breath back. Got Gal's face was slightly flushed under her blonde hair and she kept feeling a tingling in her pussy that she couldn't explain. It must just be an adrenaline rush from the contest, she concluded. Just barely in time, she remembered the cameras and refrained from sticking a hand into her panties to see if she was as wet as she felt. "Those lights do seem a little odd," said Got Gal as she glanced upwards at the bright multi-coloured lights. "They seem to have a bit of strobing to them." "Probably something to do withimproving the video quality," replied Got Chic who as Anita Jackson served as the cameraperson for Got Gal in her civilian role as ace television reporter Tonya O'Donnell. She too was fighting the urge to check out how wet she was with her hands as she continued to look up at the overhead lights. "Hey what is that thing?" she asked pointing to something green dangling down from the ceiling over their heads. "Oh that's mistletoe," gasped Got Gal as she spotted what Got Chic was pointing at. "Aren't people supposed to kiss if they stand under mistletoe?" asked Got Chic sounding a bit nervous. "I think that only applies to you know if it is a man and a woman," replied Got Gal a little uncertainly. "That sounds kind of homophobic doesn't it?" said Got Chic who glanced from the suspended vegetation to her mentor's flushed face and tried not to notice just how hot this made the blonde look. It wasn't the proper way for a sidekick to look at her mentor, but the more she tried not to think about it, the more she felt the tingle in her pussy increasing. "Um, well I don't want to be seen as homophobic," said Got Gal who suddenly was noticing her sidekick staring at her. "It's just um that I don't know what we can do about it. I mean, it wouldn't be proper for us to ... to you know," her voice trailed off. Got Chic nodded. "But we are on camera, what will the viewing public think if we don't go along with tradition. I mean they might interpret it as us not welcoming diversity and alternative lifestyles." Got Gal gave this a moment's thought as her pussy gave a stronger tingle. "I er suppose you might be right Got Chic. We could, um just have a short, real short kiss just to show that we are um sexually inclusive and not er homophobic in the slightest." "Agreed," said Got Chic as she shuffled closer to her mentor puckered her lips in invitation. "Just a small kiss to show our acceptance of the brave new age of diversity," said Got Gal and her full lips brushed gently over those of her sidekick. Ten seconds later the two women were still kissing. Ten seconds after that, their lips parted and their tongues slid out to wrestle with each other. Thirty seconds after that, they wrapped their arms around each other and began to make out in earnest. "This, this is wrong," gasped Got Gal when they finally came up for air. "Do you want to stop?" asked Got Chic with a hint of both hope and fear in her voice, though she wasn't certain herself what she feared and what she hoped for. Was she afraid the kiss would continue or stop? Was she hoping the kiss would stop or continue? "I, I think we should stop, but I don't want to," admitted Got Gal and then looking Got Chic right in the eyes, she pulled the teen back tightly against her so their massive boobs ground into each other and resumed the kiss with even more intensity than before. A few minutes later, they broke apart for air again. "We, we really should stop," gasped Got Gal as her fingers fumbled for the clasp of the Got Jewel that held her top together, her lust addled brain having already forgotten about little things like cameras. The top parted and her large, round white boobs spilled into view. The soft orbs of flesh were already covered with a slight sheen of sweat that glistened under the strange lighting and her nipples were fully erect. "Yes, we have to stop," agreed Got Chic as she also undid her top and her almost as large chocolate brown boobs were exposed. "Just a few more seconds of kissing should be sufficient to prove our support for modern thought on gender roles." "Yes, just a few seconds more," gasped Got Gal and their kiss resumed, this time with their now bare breasts pressed firmly into each other. The kiss continued for ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, a full minute. "Maybe it will take a bit more to demonstrate a positive role model," moaned Got Chic when they finally broke apart once more and her fingers were under the elastic of her bottoms and tugging them down. "Absolutley," agreed Got Gal who paused briefly to watch Got Chic pull her panties down and expose her dripping pussy. She then began to tug down her own bottoms, knowing she was just as wet as her sidekick. Now wearing only their masks and boots, mentor and sidekick once more resumed their liplock, pressing their naked bodies hard into each other. When they broke apart once more, they each realized they were still holding one of the treasure objects in their hands. Their eyes locked. "We shouldn't," whispered Got Gal. "We shouldn't," agree Got Chic. Two hands moved forward simultaneously and the green rod Got Chic was holding slid up into her mentor's pussy while at the exact same instant the red object in Got Gal's hand was inserted into her sidekick's cunt. "So wrong," gasped Got Gal as she began to slide the dildo in and out of her sidekick. "Totally wrong," agreed a gasping Got Chic as she began to push and pull the dildo in and out of the blonde's dripping twat. "I bet I can make you cum first," moaned Got Gal as she felt her pussy clench around the object her sidekick was fucking her with. "You're on," moaned Got Chic. "The winner has to eat the other out." "Agreed," whimpered Got Gal who by this point wasn't sure if it would be better to win or lose this contest as both outcomes seemed like a win to her. * * * 'Yummi really does have a yummy ass,' thought Amazing Babe as she walked down the Sporting Goods aisle behind the Asian heroine. 'I wonder why I never really noticed it before?' The two younger heroines had elected to team up for the competition. They weren't sidekicks, but they were both young enough to sometimes bristle at the condescension of some of the older heroines like Ms. Americana and Got Gal. So far, they had yet to find any of the treasure objects and the prospects of winning the contest didn't seem good. At that moment, they came out into an open area where a surprisingly large swimming pool had been set up. It had even been filled, but not with water. Instead, the pool was filled with a lime green jelly like material. That was odd enough, but in the very center of the pool and well out of reach was one of the treasure objects. It was a red one and had been set so it pointed upwards like a nozzle of a fountain. Indeed a liquid was streaming out of the tip in prodigious amounts. The liquid was white and it was slowly spreading out over the green liquid like whipping cream over jello. "It is lime jello," said Azure Angel a moment later as she climbed the ladder to the top of the six foot edge of the pool and diped a finger in it to obtain a sample to taste. "Well, what now?" asked Amazing Babe who was wishing she was able to stretch her arms like Mr. Fantastic was one of her powers. "We go get it," said Azure Angel as she began to strip off her costume. "What? Are you nuts?" asked Amazing Babe as she stared at the perfect rack of tits that came into view as Azure Angel dropped her costume onto the floor and then bent down to tug off her boots. "Well, I don't want to ruin my uniform," replied Azure Angel as her soft, round globes swung back and forth as she tugged off first one boot and then the other. "I also am not going back empty handed and see that smirk on Ms. Americana's face. Now get your clothes off and let's go get it." "No way!" protested Amazing Babe. "If you want to go swimming in jello then go right ahead. I will wait for you here on dry land. Also, in case you forgot, there are supposed to be cameras recording this!" Azure Angel gave her friend an exasperated look. "We are partners right? That means we do things together, so hurry up and get naked. As for any video, well we can just say it is a 'Deep Fake' can't we? I mean I saw a fake of me blowing a horse on the Internet last week. At least I think it was a fake, though I was kind of out of it that one time when Dragon Queen captured me when I was investigating mutant horses at the racetracks."" Amazing Babe sighed and began to untie her top. She was vaguely aware that maybe her judgement was somehow a little impaired, but shrugged it off. She was, however, very much aware it was Yummi's turn to stare appreciatively as her boobs dropped into view. "They really are amazing," giggled Yummi as she reached out to tweak one erect nipple. Amazing Babe gave Yummi a glare, but didn't move away as she stripped off her bottoms and then followed Azure Angel's wiggling ass up the ladder. "Hey this stuff is warm," said Amazing Babe as she dipped a toe into the green semi liquid. "That shouldn't be possible with jello." Yummi shrugged which was a delightful sight as her breasts bounced and wobbled all over her chest. "Who cares, let's just get the object and get on with the hunt." Amazing Babe nodded and lowered her entire body into the pool beside Azure Angel. The pool was just a bit too deep to stand on the bottom without being totally covered, so the two heroines did a few awkward swimming strokes to reach the bubbling object in the center. When they reached it, Yummi stared at it for several long moments, her eyes seeming to glaze over as white liquid spilled from it. Then before Jessica could say anything or stop her, Yummi took the spurting object into her mouth. 'Holy fuck, that's hot' thought Amazing Babe as she watched the Asian Avenger swallow several mouthfuls of the goo. "Whipping cream?" she asked when Yummi finally took her mouth off it to display a white moustache while more of the white substance driped off her chin. "Nope," replied Azure Angel as she ranher tongue over her lips to collect more of the white goo and swallowed it. "What then?" ased Amazing Babe. "Dog cum I think," replied Azure Angel who continued to lick her lips clean. "You're kidding right?" said a shocked Amazing Babe. "Nope," said Azure Angel. "How the hell would you know what dog spunk tastes like?" cried Amazing Babe and squirmed a bit as her pussy gave a little twinge at the images her mind was trying to generate. "I got captured once by the Bilbo Brothers," said Yummi calmly. "They were feeling in a creative mood and had trained this pack of dogs to do some unnatural things." "P, pack?" quivered Amazing Babe. "How big of a pack?" "I lost track after a dozen," admitted Azure Angel, then she gestured towards the dribbling object. "You don't have to take my word for it. Have a taste." Amazing Babe looked appalled for a few seconds and then she glanced at the object gushing forth its liquid load. Curiosity slowly overcame disgust and with a smirking Azure Angel watching, Amazing Babe slowly lowered her mouth over the tip and felt it slowly fill with a warm goo. It did taste like cum alright, though not quite like any she had tasted before and she had already tasted quite a bit of cum from more sources than she could remember in her short career as a superheroine. "Good stuff eh?" smiled Azure Angel when Jessica finally pulled her mouth off the object. "Not bad," admitted Amazing Babe. Over the next few minutes, Azure Angel and Amazing Babe took turns sampling the bubbling, frothing liquid that poured out of the object. They were so intent on their task that they quite failed to notice the little shark fins circling around them in the pool. After another few minutes, a green, scaly, pointy eared head broke the surface of the green jello. He had a slightly disappointed look on his face as the fake fin fastened on his back had not produced the effect he had hoped for, but when he caught sight of the two busty, naked heroines slobbering over the object, he quickly got over his disappointment. So did the other dozen or so figures that bobbed to the surface beside him. Azure Angel didn't notice the arrival of the Christmas Goblins until one of them grabbed her ass from behind as she was sucking on the object and slammed his warty cock home into her pussy and began to fuck her. Amazing Babe had been floating tits up in the pool with her eyes closed waiting for her turn when she felt her mouth pried open and another green, warty cock was shoved down her throat. * * * Mr. G sat in the security office in the basement of the Wade-Mart and smiled as he stroked his cock and switched his gaze from one camera to another. He glanced briefly at the tank of gas connected to the environmental controls and smiled wider. Between the hypnotic effect of the special Christmas lights he had installed and the Bliss derivitive he was pumping into the store, the super sluts were quickly reverting to their most slutty behaviour. It hadn't taken much though had it? They had bought that ridiculous story about the toys he had planted on their Facebook feeds via targetted ads after being exposed for only a few minutes. After a few hours exposure to the light and the drug, a change would come over the large breasted whores. When the portal to the Christmas Goblin pocket universe closed, it would suck the bitches in with it and they would remain trapped there having their brains fucked out for eternity, leaving this city undefended against him. Well that would take a few hours and he would certainly enjoy those hours as he turned back to the security screens and gave his cock a few idle strokes as he watched in HD close-up at the shocked look on Amazing Babe's face when she opened her eyes to see who was fucking her face. * * * "There are two of them!" cried Flag Girl as she pointed at the large animatronic display of Sanda and his sleigh of eight reindeer. Her excitement at spotting the two objects overcame her initial disappointment at not seeing a red nosed reindeer at the head of the sled. Spectre girl looked where her friend was pointing and saw one red and one green object lying under the back pair of reindeer and she tried to remember how the old song went to figure out their names. "Come on, let's grab them before any of the oldies come by and get them," cried Flag Girl diving under the reindeer, her existential dread forgotten at the moment in her excitement at the possibility of showing up Ms. A and the other senior heroines. Spectre Girl shrugged off her unanswered question and quickly followed Flag Girl under the animals, reaching for one of the objects. Suddenly, she paused and looked behind her. "Er, Flag Girl, I think there is something wrong here." "What?" asked Flag Girl who was on her hands and knees and reaching for the treasure. "Well for one thing, should these things be anatomically correct?" asked Spectre Girl. "Huh?" asked Flag Girl and then she looked over her shoulder at the very large and very realistic looking cocks dangling between the reindeer legs. Her feeling of existential dread began to pour back in and she made to scramble out from under the reindeer , but suddenly metalic arms swung down out of the bellies of the beasts and clamped onto her arms and legs, holding her and Spectre Girl in place. Before either sidekick could formulate any sort of a plan, more metallic arms pulled off their costumes which included Flag Girl's power belt. The eyes of both girls then widened in terror as they felt something hard poke them in the ass. Against all logic and expectations, that hard object felt very soft, fleshy and alive rather than cold and metallic or rubbery. "Oh damn," said Flag Girl as she felt her pussy lips partd and that all too alive feeling cock begin to push into her. "Double damn," echoed Spectre Girl beside her as she too was penetrated. The aninatronic display then began to play music as the two reindeer began to fuck Flag Girl and Spectre Girl. The two moaning sidekicks both got what they had been looking for as the story about the red nosed reindeer unfolded and they learned exactly which two reindeer were fucking them, assuming the names went from front to back that is. Both girls had climaxed for the second time before they heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind them. Flag Girl suddenly felt her existential dread turn into something more concrete though she couldn't put a name to it since that hadn't been covered in the Youtube video. She looked over at Spectre Girl and saw the same terrified expression on Summer's face and decided it was about being discovered in this predicament by one of the senior heroines, especially their mentors who would never let them live it down, but it was a strange if somewhat familiar face who peered down to their upturned sweating faces. "I see you two have been naughty again this year," said Psycho Santa as he pulled his cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. "Which of you wants first crack at this snake?" Flag Girl and Spectre Girl exchanged glances again and then with a sigh of resignation, Flag Girl opened her mouth to accept Psycho Santa's big, fat dick between her lips. As she sucked on the cock, she began to buck her hips bck into the reindeer fucking her pussy. Well, at least the mystery about why her ass and pussy always seemed sore on Christmas morning was solved, thought Flag Girl, though she also realized it would soon be blanked once more from her memory and the mystery return. When they heard a realistic animal grunting sound from the reindeer robots, neither sidekick was terribly surprised when they felt their pussies suddenly fill up as massive amounts of something warm and sticky was poured into them. Psycho Santa smiled at the cum pouringout of the two little slut's fuck holes and began to pum his own load down Flag Girl's throat into her stomach. When he had finished cumming he went around to the other side of the sleigh and watched as Flag Girl and Spectre Girl were pushed forward by their imprisoning metallic arms until they were positioned in place for the next pair of reindeer and the next pair of very realistic looking and feeling cocks. "Your turn now," laughed Psycho Santa and shoved his cock past Spectre Girl's protesting lips and down her throat so she choked and gagged. "Mmm, I do love the sounds of the season," he said before adding a "ho, ho, ho". * * * Champion Girl and Omega Woman had decided to team up for the competition. They were both among the "flyers" of the She Legion and they figured that would give them an edge. "There is something weird about these lights," said Champion Girl as the two heroines circled the third floor, high above the racks of clothing. Champion Girl got her powers from absorbing sunlight, though in fact any light source would do. Normal indoor fluorescent lights, however, gave her only minimal power and these small Christmas lights shouldn't give her more power than what it would take to float a few inches off the ground unless she had stored power from sunlight previously in the day. "What is weird about them?" asked the blonde Omega Woman looking over at her friend and who suddenly became alarmed when Champion Girl suddenly gasped and clutched frantically at her groin. "Champion Girl! What's wrong," she began, but stopped and her eyes pretty much bugged out of her head as she saw something impossible happening. Champion Girl's hands were being forced out from her body as something began to tent her panties and push further and further out. There was soon far too much strain for the skimpy fabric of Champion Girl's bottoms and they shredded at the seams and a large, erect cock peered at Omega Woman with its one eyed dribbling gaze. It was hard to say which heroine was most astonished at what they saw as they both floated there in midair looking at the pulsing, throbbing monster projecting from between Champion Girl's thighs. "I, I think your suspicions about something being weird with the lights might be true," said Omega Woman finally. "You think?' whimpered Champion Girl as she foundherself with both hands wrapped around the thick shaft of her newly formed cock and tried to figure out just what to do with it. "What the fuck do I do now?" she wailed, voicing those concerns out loud as she couldn't hold them in any longer. "I know what I would like to do with it," said Omega Woman licking her lips. "What?" snapped Champion Girl who looked up from her cock to see her friend and fellow heroine staring at her member with undisguised lust. "You have got to be kidding. How canyou even begin to joke about ..." the rest of her sentence was cut off in a strangled moan as Omega Woman suddenly darted forward and wrapped her mouth around the bulbous head that was already leaking a steady flow of precum. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," gasped Champion Girl as she looked down past her outthrust boobs to between her legs where Omega Woman seemed obsessed with getting every last inch of her massive cock into her mouth. The blonde's cheeks were puffed out and her jaw looked like it was close to dislocating, but Omega Woman kept on going as if her life depended on it. Champion Girl could see Omega Woman's neck distend as her cock slid into her throat and even better she could feel it being squeezed so fucking tightly. If this was what guys felt when they got a blowjob, Champion Girl could suddenly understand why they were always so keen on the idea. The newly minted shemale heroine reached down and began to stroke Omega Woman's soft hair gently as they both continued to float in midair and she began to face fuck Omega Woman with increasing vigour. "Oh fuck yeah you slut, swallow my cock," moaned Champion Girl as muffled choking and gagging sounds began to come from Omega Woman's stuffed mouth and throat. When her balls began to tingle and it was only at that point that Champion Girl realized she had a large pair of nuts to go with her cock,that she knew she was about to cum. "Oh fuck Omega Woman, I am going to pump a load of spunk into your stomach!" Omega Woman may or may not have heard the warning, but in any event she was past caring as she stroked Champion Girl's cock with one hand while furiously rubbing her clit with the other which was shoved into her panties. Afterwards, she was never sure which one of them came first, but neither of them could stay in the air when the orgasm hit and they crashed to the floor, landing in a large bin of panties that were on sale. Cum dribbled from Omega Woman's mouth as Champion Girl's cock pulled free with a POP and the goo trickled down into Omega Woman's cleavage. Both heroines lay there panting and unable to move. When they finally looked around them, they saw a dozen little green, warty faces surrounding them. "Nice show you two sluts put on," said one of the Christmas Goblins. "As yu can see, you got me and all the boys rather excited." Both champion Girl and Omega Woman's gazes drifted lower to see the dozen hard cocks being stroked and aimed at them. * * * "I never knew they had one of these in the store," said Jungle Babe looking at the climbing wall that rose thirty feet in the air. "I think they put it in to keep the children entertained while the parents went shopping," replied Night Raven. "Or maybe it was the other way around?" "Well do you see what they used for handholds up near the top?" said Jungle Babe pointing excitedly at the green and red objects. "If we collect all those, we are a shoo-in to win the contest." Night Raven smiled. "Race you to the top!" and she sprinted to the wall and began to climb. "You really think you can beat the Queen of the Jungle at climbing?" snickered Jungle Babe and quickly began to swarm up the wall after her friend. "The only reason I might let you stay ahead of me is so I can see your ass wiggling." Night Raven paused only long enough to give Jungle Babe a one finger salute and then continued climbing. In the end, it was a tie as both heroines stood near the top of the wall, straining upwards to reach the two highestmost treasure objects. They planned to get those and then pick off the others as they went back down. They both, however, failed to notice the perfect spacing of the objects which with them straining to get the top ones left another one at face level and one more at groin level. They soon discovered their mistake when metal arms snapped out of hiding places in the wall and locked them in place. "What the fuck?" said Night Raven as she found herself immobilized and more metallic arms reaching towards her as she hung thirty feet in the air. "I suddenly have some of Flag Girl's existential dread," said Jungle Babe as she watched wide eyed as metallic arms began to untie the knot on her fur bikini top. The knot came undone as she finished speaking and her top fluttered the thirty feet to the floor, leaving her large, tanned breasts fully exposed. A few seconds later, Night Raven's top was also removed and her paler, but equally large jugs were also on full display. "Hey, stop that!" yelled Jungle Babe as the metallic arms began to tug at her bikini bottoms slowly pulling them down over her hips. The blonde's recently freshly shaved pussy slowly came into view along with her large, round ass. It was a sight that Night Raven would have welcomed under other circmstances. Those other circumstances being any but one where she was likewise being strippped naked by as yet unknown adversaries. "I don't see how anyone is going to be able to get at us when we are up here," called Jungle Babe as she hung on grimly to her handgrips as her bottoms were forced down over her feet, temporarily dislodging them from their perch. She watched her bottoms float gently to the floor to join her departed top. "They might not have to," gasped Night Raven who was now as naked as Jungle Babe, though at least she still had her boots as compared to the Jungle Queen who went barefoot even in the city. "What do you mean?" asked Jungle Babe. Then she gasped in understanding as the red treasure object inches from her now exposed pussy began to dribble some kind of liquid and start to move as if searching for an opening which was precisely what it was doing. "Uhhhh," moaned Night Raven as her own penis shaped object pushed inside her and kept moving deeper. "Uhhhh," mirrored Jungle Babe as her pussy was also spread open by the object. Timing things perfectly, the objects near their faces struck out the instant the heroine's mouths opened to protest their violation. "Mmmmmmmmh," said Jungle Babe as her mouth was filled. "Mmmmmmmh," echoed Night Raven as her own mouth rapist pushed into her throat. "Well would you look at that!" sneered a voice from below them and the two heroines managed to swivel their eyes down enough to see a cluster of Christmas Goblins standing under them. "It looks like a couple of flies caught in a spider web," laughed one of the goblins. "They still got an opening free," observed another goblin as he began to stroke his cock. Jungle Babe and Night Raven shot each other worried looks, but that was all they could do as the goblins began to climb the wall. Soon, both heroines could feel small, scaly fingers rubbing over their asses. "I love a nice tight super\ heroine ass,"laughed one goblin as he rubbed is dripping cock over Night raven's back entrance "It's hard to beat," agreed another goblin as he began to insert his member into Jungle Babe's anus. * * * "So, are you and Steve, er Captain Glory a thing?" asked Lady Midnight as she and Shield wandered into the Christmas department and began to hunt around for some of the treasure objects. "If you mean are we fucking, then the answer is no," said Shield with a slight blush. "We didn't hit it off very well the first time we met, but he kind of grew on me. I guess he is sort of like an older brother, a bit stuffy and annoying at times, but overall he's ok." Lady Midnight nodded and then stopped dead in her tracks and stared. Shield turned to look at what the ebony heroine was looking at and saw a pair of six foot tall wooden toy soldiers. What had drawn the gasp were two of the objects they were seeking that were attached to the toy soldiers at groin level." "That's perverted, remarked Lady Midnight, but for reasons she didn't understand, she felt a tingle run through her pussy and glancing at Shield she saw the same reaction mirrored in the younger heroine's face. "Let's just grab them and go," said Shield and then blushed some more. "You know what I mean." Lady Midnight nodded and the two heroines walked over to the toy soldiers and each wrapped a hand around the dildo shaped objects. No sooner had they done this than a set of metallic arms sprung out to hold them firmly in place. "Oh baby, your hand feels so good on my cock," said the toy soldier on the left which had a bright blue uniform and then it winked at her. "How about you giving me a nice handjob?" As if to encourage this, a large dolop of clear fluid dribbled out the tip of the pseudopenis and soaked Lady Midnights hand. It made the thing slick under her fingers and despite the evidence of her eyes, she could almost swear it felt warm and alive under her touch and her hand began to slide up and down the cock which elicited moans of pleasure from the supposedly inanimate object. "How about you sweetie?" asked the toy soldier on the right which had a bright red uniform. "You aren't going to let her beat you are you?" Shield told herself to take her hand off this disgusting thing, but somehow her body interpreted this as a command to jerk it off instead. There was a snik snik snik sound now as her hand, lubricated by liquid dribbling from the tip of the dildo began to glide up and down the length of it. The two heroines were so enraptured with their handjobs that they barely took notice of the other metallic arms that now began to remove their costumes. Soon the pair were naked and still their hands continued to work the soft, warm, pliable shafts while the toy soldiers moaned louder and louder. "Where do you want us to cum?" asked the blue soldier. "My face," said Shield without having to think about it which was good since the majority of her mind seemed to have evaporated at the moment. "My tits," said Lady Midnight. "I want to feel you creaming all over my boobs with your spunk." "Then assume the positions," snickered the red soldier and the two superheroines sunk down to their knees and still stroking the fake cocks, pointed them at their respective targets. With loud cries, the toy soldiers began to cum as blast after blast of thick, warm goo shot out to paint their heroine targets. Thick ropy strands of cum ran from Shield's auburn hair down over her eyes, nose and lips to drip off her little pointed chin. Lady Midnight's mocha coloured boobs were coated in a thick layer of white cream with her dark black nipples jutting out like two mountains from a roiling white sea. The two heroines smiled up at the toy soldiers as their flow finally ceased and only then did they become aware of the rustling around them. Startled, they looked around to see a dozen or so of the green skinned Christmas Goblins leering at them. "It looks like you two whores are all nicely warmed up for us," snickered one of the goblins and he gave his hard cock a few tugs. * * * Power Lass and Hexanna wandered into the toy department together. They hadn't worked closely together much in the past since they didn't have a whole lot in common other than they both had magnificent bodies that were blessed with pair of massive, soft round boobs. Hexanna was over two thousand years old while Karen Clarke was only in her early twenties. Hexanna was seasoned and experienced while Power Lass, despite her being possibly the most powerful of the She Legion, was inexperienced and quite prone to questioning herself into inaction at times. Hexanna's forte was in magic while Karen was more versed in science and medicine as a registered nurse. They had been paired up in that time honoured tradition of two people who looked around the classroom and found all the other students had already paired up and they were stuck with each other. Power Lass was in fact wishing she had drawn monitoring duty at She Legion HQ that night, though she had been previously happy to have avoided that duty when Wolf Woman drew the short straw. "Hey, look here," cried Karen excitedly as she picked up a box from the shelf. "She Legion action figures." Hexanna gave a disdainful sniff. She had no interest in toys, or at least not this kind of toy. "Here's mine," squealed Power Lass and pulled it out of the box to study it more closely. "Hey, I just thought of something. Shouldn't I be getting like royalties for them using my image on a doll?" "You didn't read the fine print on the She Legion oath when you signed it did you?" asked Hexanna with a small smirk. Brenda wrote that oath and there is a subclause in it that gives Wade Industries the rights to use the signer's likeness on all licensed merchandise. Oh!" siad Power Lass. "I guess you were smarter than me then." Hexanna looked embarrassed. "Er, when you have lived as longas I have, you realize money isn't so important. I have my magic shop to fall back on when I need money." "So you didn't read the EULA either?" snickered Power Lass. The sorceress looked ready to bristle at this, but Power Lass gave another squeal and picked up another box. "Hey, here is your doll." "Action figure," corrected Hexanna who had been studying the Ms. Americana action figure and thinking its boobs looked much larger in proportion to what they were in real life. She also was frowning at the price tag which told her the Ms. Americana doll was priced fifty percent higher than all the other dolls. "Well at least these things seem prety well made," said Power Lass. "You can pose them just about any way you want with these flexible joints." She put down her own action figure and raised Hexanna's action figure's right arm up over her head. Hexanna's real arm shot up into the air over her head and she stared at it dumbfounded. "What the hell?" she asked and tried to lower her arm and couldn't. "Ha ha, very funny," said Power Lass. "It's no joke," snapped Hexanna. "I can't lower my arm." Going along with what she thought was a gag, Power Lass raised the other arm up high and bent the left leg so the doll was balanced on one foot. She looked over at Hexanna and saw the sorceress was also balanced on one foot. "Ok, if you want to make fun of me, let's see how long you can balance on one foot before you fall on your ass." "I told you, I am not joking," said Hexanna angrily. "She's not joking," said a greasy sounding voice and Power Lass spun to see a fat man in a Santa Claus outfit standing near her. Despite being the right size and having the right outfit to match the real Santa or at least the alleged real Santa, Power Lass added mentally, there was no mistaking this man for jolly old Saint Nick. His white beard looked unkempt, his teeth were stained yellow from smoking, there were a few mystery stains on his red suit and overall he just felt kind of grungy. He was also holding the Power Lass action figure she had just put down. "Let's give this a try shallwe? I would love to see those big jugs of yours bouncing up and down." he said and made the Power Lass doll jump up and down. A startled Power Lass found herself hopping up and down in place. Since she was still holding the Hexanna doll, the sorceress found herself also bouncing in a balance challenging one legged dance. When Psycho Santa stopped the up and down motion, it took several long seconds for Power Lass's huge jugs to come to a quivering stop. Snarling with anger and humiliation, Power Lass turned to charge this fat miscreant, but found she couldn't move her legs as the man had one fat hand wrapped around the legs of the doll. "You, you, you fat bastard!" cried Power Lass in frustration. "Let me go this instantor you are going to be sorry." "I rather doubt I will be sorry about anything I do to you two," laughed Psycho Santa. Still holding onto the Power Lass doll, he reached and plucked the Hexanna figure from Power Lass's hands. "Hmm, what shall we try next? Oh, I have a good idea." Psycho Santa pulled Hexanna's arms back to her sides and straightened out her leg, so the somewhat relieved if still very apprehensive heroine was no longer balanced on one leg. The witch had only a moment, however, to breathe a sigh of relief before Psycho Santa yanked the top off the uniform of the Hexanna doll. "eeeek," screeched Hexanna who still found herself unable to move or to cover her now exposed breasts where her dark brown nipples hardened quickly in the cool air conditioned air. "bastard," she hissed and glared daggers at Psycho Santa. "Probably," agreed Psycho Santa. "Old man Claus probably diped his dick in the pussies of a lot of females over the years before he retired and let Nick take over the family firm. Now let's get rid of the rest of your clothes shall we?" "You wouldn't dare!" screamed Hexanna and saw she was quite wrong as Psycho Santa slowly pulled the dolls bottoms down over those wide hips and down the long legs until Hexanna had to hop on one leg again as they were pulled completely off. Psycho Santa leered at Hexanna's shaved pussy which was now on display and the sorceress could do nothing but glare back helplessly. "Oh, this is fun," laughed Psycho Santa and he took one fat finger and pushed upthe the doll's right boob so the nipple of the anatomically correct doll (thank-you ever so much Brenda thought Hexanna) was in the doll's mouth. Power Lass gaped at her fellow heroine as she began to suck on her own tit and moan softly at the pleasure it was obviously giving her. "You are one sick bastard!" grated Power Lass even as she felt a twinge of pleasure stab through her pussy at the sight. "Damned right," laughed Psycho Santa and let the dolls boob fall back down where it gave a few wobbles that were matched by the real thing. "I think I could use some entertainment from you two before I get down to the main course," said Psycho Santa as he pulled Hexanna's legs apart to better expose her womanhood. What do you mean by that?" demanded Power Lass as she watched in horror as the foul man began to pick at the costume of her doll, peeling down her white spandex top until her massive melons sprang into view. Power Lass gave a smal shriek of humiliation, but there was nothing she could do but glare at the villain as he continued to pull down her leotard like costume until it fell down her muscular legs and exposed her neatly trimmed blonde bush. "Let's see how good you are at licking pussy," laughed Psycho Santa as he positioned the Power Lass Doll with its face between the spread legs of the Hexanna doll. Try as she might, Power Lass couldn't disobey and she found herself nose to pussy with Hexanna's steaming snatch. She felt invisible hands on the back of her head push her face in closer so her nose rubbed on Hexanna's pubic bone. The damn doll doesnt have a tongue he can use to force me to do this, thought Power Lass who was then quite astonished as her mouth opened as with a will of its own and began to lick at Hexana's dripping pussy. "No, I couldn't force you to munch cunt," laughed Psyco Santa, "but I knew if I gave a slut like you a good wiff of pusy that your body would do the rest. Now let's see you really go to town on her clit!" Power Lass was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper being pulled down and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, fat cock plop out to dangle and drip precum on the floor while her traitor body sought out Hexanna's hard nub with her tongue. There was little doubt when she found it as Hexanna gave a huge moan of pleasure which Psycho Santa soon echoed as he moved his hands on his cock. * * * Ms. Americana and Green Spectre stood watching their sidekicks sprinting away into the store. "Kids, these days," sighed Ms. Americana, "they have no respect for their elders ... slightly elder that is, very slightly elder." "I know what you mean," agreed Green Spectre. "We aren't getting old are we? I mean I was telling Spectre Girl how much I enjoyed modern music like Van Halen and she said she had never heard of him." "We aren't getting old," replied Ms. Americana and she looked down at her chest. "We are just getting better. Now where do you think we should start searching?" "How about ladies wear?" suggested Green Spectre. "I might get a pair of the Wade Mart knock off jeans for Summer and send back the designer jeans I had got her from Paris. It would serve her right for being so snitty sometimes." "That's the Christmas spirit," said Ms. Americana enthusiastically as they set off. Ms. Americana was glad for the chance to talk about clothes to distract her from the feelings she had felt watching Flag Girl's and Spectre Girl's cute little asses jiggling away as they ran. Those were not proper feelings for a superheroine about her sidekick despite the rumours she had heard about Got Gal and Got Chic. For her part, Green Spectre was trying to suppress images of Summer peeling off those very tight designer jeans and displaying what was under them. Those thoughts were hardly appropriate for a mother thinking about her nubile teen daughter. Having reached Ladies Wear, the two senior heroines stepped around a rack of dresses and stopped dead in surprise. There in front of them stood one of the mutoid creations of Dragon Queen. In his giant hands, he was holding two sets of lingerie. One was a sheer black baby doll that wouldn't hide a thing and in the other was a frilly, lacy black bra and panty set. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded an outraged Ms. Americana. The mutoid looked up with a start and then looked around as if it were possible the angry heroine was addressing someone other than him. "Er, shopping?" he finally rumbled. "If you haven't noticed, the store is closed," replied Ms. Americana sarcastically. "I think shoplifting is more like what you are doing." "Not shoplifting," protested the mutoid. He held up a few grubby and slimy bills. "I was going to leave money. I just want to buy nice present for my girlfriend. People always run and scream if I come in store when it is open." "I can believe that," put in Green Spectre. "Hmm, I heard from my er from Brenda Wade about things going missing from this store like a 96 inch television a few weeks ago. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" asked Ms. Americana. "Er, which one you like better?" said the mutoid holding up the two sets of lingerie, one in each hand. "I could not decide." "I find it hard to believe you have a girlfriend," snapped Ms. Americana. "What's her name? Big Bertha?" "that sound like fat shaming," said Kellog stalling as he tried to think. He knew Elsa and Ms. Americana didn't exactly have a positive rlationship and he doubted that mentioning the name of the trying to reform neo Nazi might not be a good idea if he wanted to avoid a fight. He also wasn't sure that Elsa would like him referring to her as his girlfriend to Ms. Americana. The last time he had called her that, she had told him in no uncertain terms that she would never be the girlfriend of the ugliest motherfucking bastard in the world. That was just before she had lowered her pussy onto his cock and rode him for an hour. It was all very confusing for the mutoid. Was sex enough to base a relationship on, or did they need to make a more meaningful connection? "Um, can't tell you her name as it is a secret thing," he finally ventured. "But she look a lot like you only blonde. She got big hooters almost as big as yours." [Author's Note: For more on Kellog and Elsa, see Tales From Delta City: Beauty and the Beast. Kellog thinks he is the beauty.] "That was a complement was it?" replied Ms. Americana sarcastically. Despite her tone, however, she was slightly amazed at this conversation with the mutoid. Her previous experience with the creatures normally went something along the lines of "me fuck you slut" before they tried to rape her. An unexpected tingle in her pussy suddenly had her nostalgic for those good old days. "Almost as busty as me huh? Well, why don't I model those little bitty things for yu so you can better decide?" A bewildered Kellog watched as Ms. Americana took the two sets of lingerie from him and headed for the change rooms with Green Spectre trailing along. "Give me one of those," said Green Spectre with a suppressed giggle whose origin she couldn't understand. "We might as well be sluts together." When they came out of the change rooms with Ms. Americana in the sheer babydoll and Green Spectre in the lacy bra and panty set, Kellog's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets and his pants began to tent. What do you think?" cooed Ms. Americana as she thrust out her tits which were clearly visible through the sheer fabric and her nipples almost punching holes through it while her trimmed pussy was also on full display. "Yes, which outfit do you like best?" asked Green Spectre as she gave a jiggle that caused a nipple to pop into view. "Urk," was the only thing Kellog could manage to get out as he looked from one heroine to the other and the tent in his pants got bigger and bigger. "I think a cat has got his tongue," snickered Ms. Americana as she strutted over to the mutoid and ran a hand over his bulge and felt it twitch. "Hey, no fair trying to influence the judge," said Green Spectre as she too walked over to the ugly creature and pressed her breasts into his arm. "All is fair and love and war darling," replied Ms. Americana and she knelt down in front of the mutoid and before he could react, pulled his cock out of his pants and popped it in her mouth. "That's cheating," protested Green Spectre as she watched the raven haired heroine sliding her mouth up and down the huge, slimy shaft with abandon. "Mmmmmmmhhhh" was all Ms. Americana managed in reply as she opened her throat and took the mutoid's thick cock into it. "This not right, my girlfriend is going to kill me if she find out what you do," said Kellog looking down at the brunette deep throating his cock, but he couldn't bring himself to try and stop this unexpected oral attention as the self proclaimed Queen of Justice certainly knew how to work a cock with her mouth. "Well you can at least share then," said Green Spectre and sinking to her knees managed to pull the mutoid's cock out of Ms. Americana's mouth and wrap her own soft lips around it. She 'skin me alive and then kill me,' thought Kellog as he felt this second pair of warm lips wrap around his member. "Something not right here," he finally managed to get out. "You two normally not act like this. I mean not until you been fucked and climaxed three or four times that is. Maybe you should stop and think about this?" "Nothing to think about except which of us gets to ride that monster first," purred Ms. Americana as she tried to tug Kellog's cock out of Green Spectre's avidly sucking mouth. "Well if it is a cock you want in your pussy, then by all means let me give you a hand," said a new sneering voice as Psycho Santa stepped into view with his cock in hand. * * * Mr. G moaned and gave his cock another stroke as he looked from monitor to monitor at the various debaucheries taking place on them. The special lights and the drugs had pretty much eliminated any and all inhibitions the sluts had. They had totally forgotten about any cameras and the slightest stimulation had their pussies dripping and ready for action. Got Gal and Got Chic had fucked each other to an orgasm with their dildos then sucked their own juices from them before falling to the floor in a 69 position. They had still been eating each other out when a pack of the Christmas Goblins had arrived and promptly began to fuck the unprotesting pair. After face fucking both Flag Girl and Spectre Girl and depositing a massive load of spunk in their bellies, Psycho Santa had wandered off in search of further entertainment, leaving the pair of sidekicks to be fucked by the mechanical reindeer with their surprisingly realistic cocks. So far the pair of twits had serviced three of the pairs and were currently impaled on the fourth set. Mr. G gave his cock a few more strokes as he watched those two yung pairs of teen boobs swinging back and forth as they squirted their juices yet again over the reindeer cocks. In the swimming pool, Azure Angel clung to the rim with her lips wrapped around the cock of one of the Christmas Goblins while another of the little buggers buggered her from behind. Amazing Babe was currently riding the fountaining dildo in the center of the pool while jerking off one of the goblins with each hand. Her face and large boobs were dripping with cum from where several loads from the goblins had already been deposited. Jungle Babe and Night Raven were still clinging to their perches on the climbing wall, but they were now surrounded by a pack of the goblins. The horny little bastards had managed to cram two cocks into Jungle Babe's pussy and two more into her mouth. That appeared to be King Snerx himself who was skull fucking Night Raven at the moment while her ass was being reamed out by one of his loyal and rather hung subjects. It was currently hard to see Lady Midnight and Shield under the pile of goblins who were gang banging them. Every now and then a bit of nubile, cum covered female skin could be seen, but there were at least three or four of the creatures currently inside each heroine's various openings while the others had to content themselves with rubbing their dribbling dicks over whatever patch of skin they could find while they waited their turn. Champion Girl with her freshly minted monster shecock had Omega Woman bent over a sales counter and was slamming into her with all her strength even as she was in turn being fucked up the ass by one of the goblins. There was a line-up of the goblins who were taking turns fucking Omega Woman's gasping mouth and her large boobs were covered in a generous layer of cum and saliva that trickled from her mouth in a steady stream. Psycho Santa had left the Power Lass and Hexanna action figures locked together in a 69 position and the two heroines were likewise occupied. As Mr. G watched, both women came for what was probably the ninth or tenth time and splashed their juices over the face and into the mouths of the other then continued on with their now near mindless licking and sucking. The mutoid had been a surprise to even Mr. G, but the thing was now happily face fucking Green Spectre while Psycho Santa pounded Ms. Americana's pussy from behind. Mr. G renewed his choke hold on his cock as he watched Psycho Santa cream pie Ms. Americana and Green Spectre start gargling sperm as the mutoid poured a massive load into her mouth. The special lights and the drugs had certainly done their work turning the heroines into mindless fuck and suck sluts and with a glance at the time, Mr. G saw that in another ten minutes his plan would reach fruition and the sluts would vanish back into the pocket dimension with Psycho Santa and the goblins to be their fuck toys for eternity. That would leave only a handful of new, inexperience heroines to stand against his plans for Delta City. The combination of this dream of power coming true along with the various activities on the monitors finally pushed Mr. G over the edge and he blasted out a large load of cum over the monitor showing a close-up of Ms. Americana's pretty face as she was fucked by Psycho Santa. He had just finished cumming and still held his dribbling cock in his hand when there was a knock on the security office door. Puzzled, he looked at the various monitors to see all the heroines accounted for and the camera in the corridor outside the door showing nothing but static. "Knock knock," said a sultry female voice from the other side of the door. Mr. G smiled. There must have been another heroine he hadn't accounted for in the store and from the sounds of things, she was wanting some company. He looked down at his cock and saw it was still hard and also ready for a little female companionship. "Who's there?" he called out playing his part in the joke ritual as he got up from his chair and moved towards the door. "About time," purred the voice as he reached the door. "About time who?" he teased as he gave his dick an anticipatory stroke. "About time you got your ass kicked," said the voice as a fist punched through the door, grabbed him by his throat and pulled him violently back through the remains of the door. Mr. G found himself looking rather dazedly at an unfamiliar looking blonde in a trench coat with a red haired woman standing beside her. He opened his mouth to demand an explanation, but the blonde punched him hard in the face which sent him staggering back against a wall. While he normally worked indirectly, Mr. G was no slouch when it came to physical force, but the bitch's punch had him reeling and before he could recover, she slammed two more punches to his head. then his groin exploded in agony as she kicked him in the nuts and when he bent forward to grab his valuables, her knee smashed into his chin. Nancy and Cindy Kelly stepped over the unconscious body into the security room and grimaced at what they saw on the monitors. "It looks like we got here just in time," said Cindy as she disconnected the Bliss gas from the environmental controls and attached a new cylinder. "I hope this antidote Professor Werder concocted works quickly." "He assured me it would," replied Nancy. "I even gave him a little extra incentive while he was mixing it to speed up his work." "Yeah, he looked real happy with the blow job you gave him," agreed Cindy as she turned the valve to start the gas flowing. I thought he needed a Christmas present, replied Nancy mildly, "though I must admit it might be that I was a little out of practice in resisting the influence of Delta City after being away for a while. This place does things to you even without getting a whiff of Bliss or any of the other marvelous things that the creative perverts of this place invent." "Whatever," replied Cindy. What about those hypnotic lights though? Can you shut them off?" Nancy frowned at the controls. "They seem to be on a separate system from the regular lights, so they can't be turned off from here." "What do we do then?" asked Cindy. "There must be a thousand or more of those things all over the store. How do we shut them off? If the information your employers got from the person who contacted them about this mess was right then we need to get them shut off quick before they trigger an interdimensional portal and goodbye She Legion." "No problem," said Nancy after consulting her tablet briefly. Cindy folowed her partner out of the office and down the corridor to the nearest light. She watched as the blonde unscrewed the bulb and every one of the lights went out. Returning to the office, Nancy flipped a switch to turn the normal lightss on. "What the fuck?" asked Cindy open mouthed. "Mr. G," replied Nancy pausing to give the villain a kick in the ribs to make sure he was still out, "is a notorious cheapskate. He had all the lights wired in series like they used to do with Christmas tree lights. One bulb used to blow and you would spend hours trying to replace bulbs and figure out which one it was. The newer ones are wired in parallel, so if one bulb goes, the others keep working, but it costs a bit more." "Do you think we got here in time though?" asked a worried Cindy as she gave Mr. G another boot to emphasize her concern. Nancy cockked an ear and then glanced at the monitors for confirmation. There were suddenly fourteenn sober and very angry heroines handing out justice to Psycho Santa and the Christmas Goblins. Cindy grinned as she looked at one monitor where Omega Woman was bouncing some of the little fuckers like basketballs and shooting them through the hoops in the sporting goods department. A restored Champion Girl was taking batting practice with a baseball bat and using goblin heads for balls. She didn't even wince when Night Raven suddenly bit down hard on King Snerx's cock. It didn't look like the goblin king was going to be in any condition to cause problems for a while unless they had really good plastic surgeons in their dimension. "At least the video of everything wasn't going live," said Nancy as she continued to work with her tablet. "The asshole," and she paused once more to deliver a hard kick to Mr. G's posterior, "apparently thought he had all the time in the world to do some editing after everything was done. I've erased all the footage and made sure nothing got uploaded to the cloud." * * * Psycho Santa grunted as Ms. Americana slammed an elbow back into his gut. He staggered back, his fat cock pulling out of the heroine accompanied by a stream of cum. There was a tap on his shoulder. He looked around to see the mutoid glaring at him. "Green Spectre give great blowjob, but I not happy with you. I trying to be faithful to my girlfriend." Psycho Santa briefly saw the massive fist of the thing arching toward his face and then there was pain. He was trying to shrug off the blow when there was another tap on his shoulder. This time the fist hurtling toward his face was smaller and more delicate, but brought just as much pain and then things went dark for Psycho Santa. "I think I will take both outfits," said Kellog picking up the garments from the floor and gravely putting his money on a nearby sales counter. "Er, sorry about the cum," he said to a stunned looking Green Spectre who had a waterfall of white goo dripping from her face. "And er sorry about the television and other stuff," he said to Ms. Americana as he turned and disappeared. "What other stuff?" called Ms. Americana after him, but didn't get a reply. "Oh what the hell, Brenda can just write the stuff off on her tax return." Then she spotted a pack of the goblins running towards them with Jungle Babe and Amazing Babe in hot pursuit. The two blondes were both naked and liberally coated in cum, so it wasn't hard to guess why they looked angry. Smiling wickedly and with a glance at Green Spectre to see if she was with her, the two heroines charged into the goblins and began delivering justice with their fists. * * * Nancy unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside to find the smell of freshly made pizza drifting into her nostrils. "Grandma Wong said you would be hungry," said Judy Wong turning from the small kitchen table where she had just placed a couple of large pizzas. "Be sure to thank Mrs. Wong for me," replied Nancy. "For the pizzas and keeping the apartment for me. I'm afraid I will be only able to stay for a few days over the holidays though." Judy nodded. "Merry Christmas Detective Boobs," and then after giving Nancy a good grope of her boobs, gave Cindy a smile and a nod before leaving them alone. Nancy and Cindy looked at each other then at the pizza and then at the bed. "What do you think?" asked Cindy. "Pizza is still pizza even when it is cold," replied Nancy as she began to unbutton her blouse. "If only Christmas could last forever," said Cindy with a grin as she saw her favorite pair of boobs come into view. * * * In their facility in Limbo, Nancy's employers watched as the She Legion shoved the last of the battered and bruised Christmas Goblins through the dimensional portal into their pocket dimension. The portal closed and the beings looked at their visitor. "That appears to be the end of the threat for this year," said the one who spoke with a male voice. "Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do to prevent the Christmas Goblins and Psycho Santa from returning again next year," said the one that spoke in a female voice. "They seem to have woven themselvs into the dubious fabric of Delta City and cannot be easily separated at this time without causing significant damage to reality." Mr. G is too powerful to be easily contained," said the being who spoke in a gender neutral voice. "As soon as he regained consciousness, he teleported away and has hidden himself from us. He will likely try again next year as well." "It can't be helped," said their visitor. "We were fortunate to have learned about their plans this year in time to stop them. It was only because Max met Rascal in the dog park that we learned about it in time. Max likes to keep an eye on his former master and his schemes." The three beings nodded their mental and invisible heads and looked briefly at where Nancy's golden retriever Rascal was laying beside a small nondescript mutt. Both dogs gave a small bark of what sounded like satisfaction. The visitor reached into a sack he had been carrying over one shoulder and pulled out a couple of packages. "These are for you two and the good job you did," said the man and placed them on the floor by the two dogs. He then straightened up and nodded at the invisible beings. "I have to be going now." "You are welcome to stay longer if you want," protested the three voices in unison. "We do not get much company. "Thank-you, but it is Christmas Eve and I have work to do as you know." The three beings once more nodded their invisible heads. "Ho, ho, ho" said the figure and touching the side of his nose with a finger, vanished from view. A few seconds later there was what sounded like sleigh bells slowly receding into the distance. The End [Author's Note: Yeah, the ending is cheesy. I would have submitted the story to Hallmark to make a holiday movie, but I imagine there are aspects to the story they wouldn't have liked. Merry Christmas to one and all.]