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...presents...
cDc Saves the Little Children From Santa Claus
by Krass Katt
__//////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\__
__ Grand Imperial Dynasty __
Est. 1984 \\\\\\/ cDc paramedia: texXxt 431-12/23/2024 \////// Est. 1984
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons__|
Hi. I've gone by many names, and been in many organizations, in my
hundreds of years on your festive dirtball of a planet. But these days, you
can call me Krass Katt of the cDc.
Before I get into my story, there are a few background facts you should
know:
All cDc members have the mysterious "Z" chromosome, in addition to the
regular X and Y. I don't like to use the word "mutant," but there you go.
In addition, we have either an extra testicle or ovary. Sometimes both.
We screen for those.
Also, I am a Nephilim, a type of demigod, because I once drank an
angel's blood.
All of those factors together gave me abilities some consider to be...
unnatural.
But that's a story for another time.
Here we go!
- x X x -
"It's Christmastime, in Hollis Queens!
Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens!"
Run-DMC booms from the stereo in the recreation room of this cDc
undersea mobile base, currently cruising somewhere in the Pacific.
Ninja Strike Forcers Flack, Hex Panda, and I are taking turns playing
Ms. Pac-Man on Ye Olde Atari VCS as we sprawl around on a nest of colorful
bean bag chairs. There's thick, avocado-green shag carpeting on the floor.
Black light posters and string art hang from the wood-paneled walls, which are
dimly lit by a single incandescent lamp in the corner. It's a very
comforting space.
I'm just hanging out, waiting for a mission. I do a lot of things in
the cDc, but my specialty is field ops. So when I'm not out there, making
things happen, I'm usually training or chilling at a base.
It's the same for all of the Cultees. Some of us have alter egos and a
civilian life; others don't. Or we switch it up. I've done the civvie
thing a few times as different identities, but for now I'm pretty much over
all that.
An alert comes over the PA: "Krass Katt, please report to Command! KK
needed on a mission!"
Heck yeah! I say to the fellas, "Duty calls, guys," and hand off my
joystick to Panda. Fist bumps, and I head out of the rec room and into the
main hallway of the massive submarine.
The lighting here is colder and the floor is tile, the change
immediately noticeable. The air feels different too, thinner, drier, with a
faint metallic tang. The light reflects off the polished chrome and brushed
steel of the surrounding equipment.
I pad along, passing shelves of trophies and artifacts from previous
adventures. There's a shrunken and preserved Bodhi tree in a glass case.
Two large, etched tablets of blue sapphire. Walt Disney's head in cryo-
storage. A neat row of reliquaries. The sword known as Excalibur. Jimmy
Hoffa's femur. The original St. Edward's Crown from 1220. A small glass
vial of red sulfur. Just to name a few.
I walk by a sweaty G. Ratte', coming out of the gym. We exchange an
elbow bump and I smack his ass. "Keep it tight, Ratte'."
"Stay frosty, KK!"
"Always, babe." Continuing on, I pass by the dance studio where Jun34u,
Tweety Fish, Lodri, and White Knight are practicing some Hustle combinations
and solo uprock moves. Finger guns for all!
On and on and I walk, growing apprehensive about this mission. I don't
know what to expect, and that's what I dislike more than anything. I glance
through the round portals looking out at the vast deep. All I see is inky
blackness. I know that strange creatures are out there, but I can't see
them. I pass by offices, the hydroponic area, meditation pods, the theater,
server racks, bunk rooms, and... ugh, this room.
And just my luck; the freaking door is open!
Very few things creep me out at this point, but this is one of them.
Inside the room is a medical nightmare. Reclining in what abstractly amounts
to a "chair" is Franken Gibe himself, one of the cDc founders. Tubes are
connected to every hole in his body (and now you know where the name "Back
Orifice" comes from!). They pump a rainbow of fluids back and forth.
There are fiber optics and, I kid you not, a freaking RS-232 ribbon cable
running into his head!
Racks of gear, representing a half-century of tech, are humming away
along every wall of the room.
An ancient mainframe printer churns through endless reams of green-and-
white-striped paper, roaring as the tractor feeds and print head grind out
their terrible noises all day, every day. Once, I was compelled to look at
the damn thing up close, and peeked through the little window to see what it
was printing.
I don't know what language that was going onto the paper, but it sure
wasn't human!
Even stranger, the paper disappears into a void in the floor. Nobody
adds new paper, and nobody takes the printouts away. It just prints. On and
on.
This is some freaky DemonSeed Elite business. Best we've been able to
figure out is that he's a cosmic being/AI hybrid who always partially inhabits
our computers. His motives are inscrutable. Sometimes, he demands things.
And he won't let Franken Gibe leave this chair.
Gibe's been laying there for decades; his only movement is when his head
rolls around and he shakes. The cables seem to be probing his mind,
interacting, rewriting. Inhabiting.
But hey, the lights are all green so I guess that means everything is...
normal?
The ways of DemonSeed Elite are mysterious, indeed. I shudder, and
keep it moving!
Finally, I make it to the control room. It's always so damn dark in
there, with only the monitor lights on. jcran, Reid Fleming, Medus4, and
Omega are at their desks on shift, with headsets on, staring into their
screens. They look up when I enter the room, like perched owls.
Reid says, "Our models have found a big uptick in missing children in
Singapore, above the standard seasonal average."
Medus4 chimes in, "So we want you to fly out there in the ARV, and solve
the problem."
Right. Solve the problem. Cool. That's what I do.
I wink and throw up the Sign of the Cow with my right hand, and head out
immediately to the ready room, next to the hangar. In there I get suited up
in all my super tacticool gear that you'd expect, turn on my visual implants,
and activate AI Friend Stacey.
I walk out of the ready room and into the hanger, kissing two fingers
and tapping them to the Rose Cross on the doorframe as I go. For luck.
Then I pat the fender on the giant orange monster truck in the hangar,
for even more luck. DemonSeed Elite's favorite earthly vessel. I can
still feel a tingle of his residual presence in it.
AI Friend Stacey comes online after a few seconds, running locally on my
compute puck. "What's up, sweetie?" she purrs in my ear.
"Just going on a mission, Stace. Gonna fly out in the black triangle
first, to Singapore, and then see about some missing kids."
"Yay! I love missions!"
"I know you do, chica." I can't help but grin at her bouncy enthusiasm.
We all love AI Friend Stacey, especially when the regular comms go down.
She's always there, in your ear, saying the right things.
Omega's voice comes in through the headset, "ARV is fired up and ready
to go. All checks completed."
My heart skips a beat as I see the ARV. Alien Reproduction Vehicle.
Yes, as the name implies, it's a reverse-engineered "flying saucer." It's the
sexiest damn aircraft you could ever hope to see. It can fly at like, Mach...
A Lot. Absurdly fast. The infamous black triangle of UFO lore. We've
freakin' got one! And I get to fly it!
I can hardly believe my luck. We somehow built this crazy thing from a
series of escalating missions, beginning with psi remote viewing experiments.
Then culminating with dozens of physical intrusions into the facilities of
every major defense contractor and research lab in the US and China.
"Stacey, open the ARV please."
She complies, and the almost-seamless hatch slides open. I crouch my way
in, and settle into the harness. I stick my hands into the basin of
conductive gel positioned just above my lap, which I use to control this wild
black triangle ship.
Stacey takes the initiative and closes the hatch. I say to the crew,
"Alright guys, let's truck on over to the airlock and get going."
My ship moves along a track into the airlock and it seals tightly behind
me. It floods with ocean water. I hear jcran over the headset: "Chamber's
flooded. Opening the outer door. Full send, KK!"
I giggle. "Sending it, hoss!" I blast my ARV out of the hatch and into
the incredibly dark ocean. I cruise along horizontally for a bit, as I scope
out some cool whales. Then I pop up and breach the surface somewhere near
Tahiti. Lovely place; you should visit! I stay low and move fast over the
water, and turn on the cloak as I near Indonesian airspace. It's been a
little jaunt of around 7000 miles, but it goes by in a few minutes. Like I
said, this ship is sick! I do a barrel roll, for funsies.
- x X x -
We slow down as I get over Singapore. Local time is the dead of night,
around 2am. "Stacey, let's find a high observation point. I'll have to
get out, since I can't do my magic tricks from in the ship."
She replies after a moment of scanning, "Got it. How about this giant
Ferris wheel, the Singapore Flyer?" She shows me the image, zoomed in, on my
visual implants, along with a map of the missing child reports.
"Perfect! I'm gonna hover us right over it. I'll jump out onto it,
and you take control and park the ship. Ok?"
"Roger. I've found a nearby soccer field at a primary school that
should work great!"
"Super." I hover the ARV in close to the top of the wheel. I unstrap
myself and go to the hatch as Stacey opens it. I peer out as the night air
whistles in.
Oh, man. This is a bit hairy, even for me. This damn wheel is almost
600 feet high, and I'm higher still. The closest I can get is still about a
20 foot drop onto a capsule, which is a smooth, rounded surface! If I can
stick the landing and don't roll off, all should be well. Gotta trust my
centuries of gymnastics training, I tell myself.
"Ain't nothin to it, but to do it la laaaaaaaaa!" I yell as I make the
drop!
And BAM! Onto the capsule! I manage to stay low and stabilize myself
and not fall off this freakin' thing. The very tippy top of this giant Ferris
wheel, one of the tallest in the world!
Jeez. Ok. I cautiously stand, and take in the sights. It's too bad
I'm under time pressure, or I'd really enjoy this view. I don't know the
full mission parameters yet, so I stay focused.
I check in with Stacey and ask for a sitrep.
"All good, chief! Got the ship parked and cloaked, in that soccer
field."
"Wonderful. Ok, let's find those missing kids. Bring up the HUG,
please."
Heads-Up Grimoire. Tech-augmented magick stuff. The latest in the
occult arts. Never forget your spells again! My visual implants flash with
a splash screen with the Seal of Solomon. Always cute. When the app is
loaded, I scroll through my available spell options with my eye tracking and
pick a combination that I have a hunch will be effective. Some clustered
distress detecting should do it.
I walk around the edge of the Ferris wheel's capsule, scanning the area
with my spell for any signatures that show up.
Yes. Lots of emotional distress coming from a very tight area. Young
auras. That's it.
"Stacey, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Sure am. Let's check it out!"
Right. With a combination of rappelling, rope swinging, sliding, and
good ol' jumping, I quickly make it down the side of this ridiculous/awesome
wheel onto the ground.
I quickly trot along this tourist area, west, towards a giant bridge
where I saw the signatures. It doesn't take me long to find them, as
they're barely hidden and I can see well enough with just the street lights.
Wooden baskets. There must be a dozen. Full of little kids!
I know of only one creature that would do this sort of thing, but it
doesn't make any sense. The baskets are usually rare and deployed in
extreme cases. I need to verify my suspicions ASAP.
I get in close to a basket of the kids. They're crying and looking at me
forlornly. I give a forced smile and pat one's hand through the cage. I
close my eyes and relax, sensing their auras.
My eyes spring open. These kids aren't that bad! They're well above the
threshold. Below average, but not psychopaths. Something's wrong!
"Stacey, what do you make of this?"
"Points to Krampus, but he doesn't take kids like this!"
"I know. I'm going to free them, and then find whatever did this and get
to the bottom of it."
I quickly go to all of the cages, break the locks open, and let the kids
out. I tell them to run home as fast as they can! The kids all stumble out
of their cages and head off into the night. I place an anonymous call to the
local cops to help sort this out. None of this is ideal, but I don't want
them getting caught again by the Krampus in the area. If that's what it is.
"Stacey, let's file the intel we've got." I summarize my thoughts in a
paragraph, include some pictures, and Stacey uploads it to the satellite
relays. I smile, knowing they'll go nuts back at the base with all this
spicy, fresh intel. It's what they live for!
A few moments later, my voice comms ding back with some text: "Analysis:
Krampus activity. Engage and negotiate a settlement."
Mmm. Nice, vague, and open-ended. Thanks, guys. I roll my eyes and
talk to Stacey again.
"Alright, see what you can find, and please bring up the HUG again."
"On it. I'm searching the feeds from the area cameras." A few moments
pass, while I scroll through the HUG options for a detect-magical-creature
spell. "Ok, I've got something. It's just a few anomalous pixels moving
around that shouldn't be. It's at an apartment complex about 50 yards from
here, to the north-northwest."
"Thanks, Stacey! You're the best!" I take off in a full sprint,
following the path Stacey puts up in my visuals.
A few seconds later, and I'm at the apartment block. I vault over a
low wall to a stairwell, run up it, and perch on top of a railing.
From there, I activate the spell and scan around for a magical creature.
In moments, I see it. Outlined in red, creeping along the ground floor, and
otherwise invisible. It seems to be sniffing the air!
"And Bingo was his name-o," I mutter to myself.
Time for action!
First, to get to the ground, I perform a perfect quadruple flip off the
railing, landing on the ground in front of the creature! Then comes my
exquisite double back salto tucked with a triple twist, ending on the
creature's hips, straddling him and knocking him to the concrete!
Stunned, it fully materializes into real-space. It's Krampus!
I catch my breath as I straddle Krampus, waiting for him to regain his
senses. I've got him pinned good; he's not going anywhere unless I want him
to.
We're acquaintances. I've seen him around at some social events for
demigods. My impressions have been pretty neutral, but I know he's with Team
Santa, so that's a big plus. This eight foot tall creature is pretty tough
and he soon comes around.
He shakes his head and his eyes focus on me. "Krass Katt! If you didn't
smell so good, I'd be pretty pissed at how you took me down!"
"Aww, you know me - strawberries and cream all around. So what's going
on, Krampus? Why are you taking more kids than usual? Those younglings you
stashed under the bridge aren't that bad; I checked."
He shrugs. "Orders from the top. They said the spiritual balance is off
so they've lowered the threshold for taking kids his year.
I smirk as I soften my stance, understanding the importance of balance to
these people. Always with the balance! "Alright, cutie. Whaddya say we go
visit Team Santa? I think I can offer them a better deal."
"Fine with me. I've been out on this shift long enough; I need a break
anyway."
On a whim, I grind my hips against the creature's groin, and feel...
nothing. Not what I expected! I've encountered hundreds of configurations of
genitals (alien, supernatural, and terrestrial) but never a total blank in
what seems to be a mammal.
Krampus laughs and says, "You should be so lucky, kid." He gently
pushes me off, and we help each other stand up.
I boop his adorable, yet incredibly odd, bat-like nose and give him a
wink. The Mystery of the Missing Genitals will be one to unravel later!
Krampus says, "How'd you get here? Never mind. My way is faster." He
puts his hand on my shoulder, there's a flash, my stomach flips, and we seem
to be zooming down a wild tunnel of lights.
Before I can sense anything else, we're standing in a... waiting room?
The most jolly waiting room I've ever seen.
- x X x -
We're standing there in a masterwork of classical Bavarian aesthetics for
only a brief moment before two large oaken doors open. In steps a very tall
couple, barefoot, and wearing nothing but short red silk robes!
"What's up, Team Santa!" I exclaim, as the beaming couple enters the
room. I open my arms wide for a hug!
You may think I'm being insolent, but it's not like that at all. Santa's
whole crew are super nice.
Seriously; the most pleasant people around. They keep it casual. If I
came in here with the honorifics, they'd be insulted.
Plus, we demigods have our own little subculture and shared experiences
that are unknown to the mortal world we live in. To an emotional extent, we
have to stick together. There's also a vital, practical aspect in which we
need each other. I'll get to that later.
"Santa Claus" is more of a title, so we'll show some respect and use the
man's name. It's Klaus. Just so you know, despite the public image, he's
ripped as hell. I can tell from his taut quads and the top of his chest
peeking out from his little robe. So fit.
"Mrs. Claus" is damn near seven feet tall and built like an Amazon, as
the song goes. Because she literally is one! Her real name is Penthesilea.
Daughter of Ares and Otrera, fought in the Trojan War; the whole bit. Spawn
of gods, over 2000 years old; yup. I could go on.
The lovely couple approach me, and the hug comes! And what a hug it is!
The best, most huggiest hug you can imagine. Both of them, at once, just
hugging the crap out of me. It's glorious. I don't want it to end! And
seriously, these people are gorgeous! Neither of them look a day over a very
well-kept 30. Glowing skin! Great smells! Absolutely incredible hair!
They've got it all! Wow! I'm already crushing hard on both of them.
We sway back and forth for a bit, and I end the hug juuust before things
get awkward. But did I feel Klaus's silky bulge rubbing on my thigh? Whew.
Penthe smiles and says, "We think we know why you're here. Let's talk over
drinks!"
She waves her hand and a door opens, to the left, leading to a Tiki bar!
Woah. Okay. Unexpected!
Klaus waves me in and I step into the Tiki bar. They follow behind me.
It seems like we're entering a small tunnel through a volcano! Two
carved wooden statues with glowing red eyes flank the entrance. A small
waterfall is to the right and animatronic birds sit perched on the edge of a
pool, whistling happily. A faint mist hovers around the floor. A long bar of
polished wood dominates the far wall. Behind the bar, shelves overflow with
rum and liqueur bottles, and countless different tiki mugs. Torches on the
walls, and glowing pufferfish lamps provide all of the dim lighting. Surf
rock is playing on a jukebox.
"So what's with the Tiki bar?"
Klaus says, "The alpine thing is our whole brand, but we like to mix
things up behind the scenes. Otherwise, it can be a bit oppressive. So we've
got snow and ice, and we've got the waves and sun." He smiles and throws up
the Shaka sign!
I laugh and return the wiggling Shaka. "Sure, sure. Very festive,
Polynesian vibes; I dig it."
Penthe nods, "Don Ho played here a few times, back in the day. He was
spectacular!"
We go to the bar and order our drinks. Mai Tai for me, Blue Hawaiians
for everybody else.
The bartender is not quite human, and not quite an elf. I can't place
her, but she looks strangely familiar.
Penthe says, "I know that look! It's the bartender, right?"
"Yeah! Who is she?"
Klaus chuckles and says, "Who indeed! She's Little Cindy Lou Who, that's
who!"
"No way! From the Dr. Seuss book? That's nuts. How?"
Penthe giggles. "Magic, babe. She's a servitor who ceases to exist when
the room is empty. But when we're here she thinks she's a real person working
at a bar in, uh, Santa Cruz? I think that's right."
Klaus nods. "Yeah. Just don't try and break the illusion for her or it
could get weird. Even though she's not 'real,' we don't want to cause her any
distress. And she's not 'Little' anymore, either; she looks like and thinks
she's a mid 20s grad student."
Wow. Magic, y'all. Weird stuff.
We all sit down in a booth. Oversized, because these people are way
taller than average humans, especially Krampus.
Cindy Lou Who brings us our drinks quickly, because I guess the blender
here is magic too! Of course it is.
We all take sips of our cocktails, and I've never had better.
Klaus and Penthe look at me expectantly, and I know it's time to get to
business. "I understand the importance of balance in our domain, as Krampus
mentioned out in the field."
Penthe looks distraught and says, "Oh yes. We hate having to take those
extra kids away. It's the worst thing about this role."
Determined, I make my offer, "Here's my proposal. The cDc hedge funds
have been doing really well the past few years. How about we increase our
already-considerable charitable giving? And you can name the charities!"
Klaus and Penthe look at each other and nod, and then both of them shake
my hand firmly. "Deal!"
It's so easy to work with pleasant people! I love this. They genuinely
want to do the right thing, and we're making it happen, so this is a big
win-win. I breathe a huge sigh of relief, sink back into the well-padded
booth and sip my delicious Mai Tai with a huge smile on my face. Enjoying the
absurdity of my life. I can almost see the tension leaving the table as our
deal is settled.
Penthe says, "We can work out the details with our finance teams. For
now, let's just enjoy our night together." She gives me a sultry smile.
Klaus adds, "Wonderful! I'm glad that's settled." To my left, he puts his
strong, vascular arm around my back. With a faint smile, I lean back into the
crook of his arm and chest, enjoying his warmth. Penthe gazes softly into my
eyes on the right.
He continues, "And as I was saying about mixing it up... you know how it
is in the demigod world. You're alive for hundreds, or thousands of years.
Powers most mortals can't imagine. No material needs. But you do need some
novelty to keep the spirits... up, shall we say."
Penthe's smile is warm and inviting, which I return. She lightly touches
my arm as she begins to chatter. Her eyes sparkle with amusement. She's
fascinating, and seems fascinated with me. Her fingers dance across my hand.
She leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. Klaus lightly brushes my
long black hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my neck.
I tilt my head, presenting my neck to Klaus, allowing him to explore
further. My eyes lock onto Penthe, captivated, admiring her delicate
features. "Tell me, Penthe, how exactly do you and Klaus collaborate in your
pursuit of... entertainment?"
Penthe laughs, her eyes full of mirth. She continues to caress my hand,
her fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle dance. "Well, dear, I'd rather
just show you." Her eyes flutter closed as she gently presses her lips to
mine. The kiss is soft at first, before deepening into something more
passionate. I feel her fingers move to my neck, and then she begins to unzip
my jumpsuit! Just enough to get a glimpse of my full cleavage.
Klaus leans down and lightly kisses my neck! He murmurs, "How about we
all take a shower, KK?"
Yes please! I nod slightly, trying to play it cool, but my heart is
pounding!
Penthe elegantly stands with a fluid motion that showcases the barely-
there robe clinging to her form. She leads the way, her hips swaying, to
another door in the wall of the Tiki room. She snaps her fingers and the door
opens into an elaborate bathroom! In the softly-lit room, there's a giant
soaker tub, and an equally large shower with multiple heads from several
angles.
You may wonder how Penthe and Klaus just open a door and the right room
appears. Well, mortals are tethered to the tangible, their minds
preoccupied with the physical world, leaving little room for the magical.
Maybe they get a lucky break, now and then. With people like this, it's
reversed. Here, the veil is thin. This reality bends to Team Santa's will,
and they are hella powerful with their sorcery that makes the mundane almost
irrelevant. If they want a Tiki bar next to the waiting room, with a
connected shower and bedroom... it's there. Tomorrow, it could be an ice
cream parlor and a ball pit.
Klaus has his arm over my shoulder as we follow along behind Penthe into
the bathroom. As we step inside, she turns and kisses me again, this time a
bit harder. She unzips my white leather jumpsuit in one smooth motion, from
my neck down to my waist. Klaus, standing behind me, plants a tender kiss on
the nape of my neck and I feel a tingling excitement building within me. Now
he slides the jumpsuit off my shoulders, and then down my torso, exposing my
tits and belly button. The garment falls gracefully to the ground, pooling
around my feet. I step out of the jumpsuit, leaving it crumpled on the floor,
and into Penthe's arms. My hands slide into her robe, caressing her breasts
and tummy, and then I push it off of her shoulders and onto the floor.
Her body is incredible! I could stand there for ages admiring it, but
she quickly steps into the shower, turns on the faucet, and begins to adjust
it. I join her in the shower, and she wraps her arm around my waist, pulling
me close as the warm spray envelops us. I feel the gentle caress of Penthe's
skin against mine, and I relax, letting myself sink into the moment. I close
my eyes, savoring the feel of the warm droplets as they cascade down my skin.
Klaus quickly removes his own robe, and he and Krampus join us in the
luxurious shower. Krampus is holding a bottle of body wash and a washcloth,
and he begins to gently scrub Penthe down.
I watch with fascination as Krampus takes charge, his hands moving
deliberately as he cleans Penthe. His movements are gentle, almost reverent,
and I thrill to his tenderness.
When he's done, with a playful grin, I snatch the washcloth from
Krampus's massive hand, happy to pamper him. I start by rubbing the soapy
washcloth across his wide shoulders, feeling the rough texture of his fur. As
I work my way down his torso, I apply gentle pressure and he seems pleased.
Next, I move on to Klaus. I gaze deeply into his eyes, captivated by
their intensity and warmth. My movements with the washcloth become
increasingly sensual, my strokes lingering on the contours of his muscles. I
pause momentarily, admiring the definition of his pecs, before continuing my
exploration of his body. With a teasing smile, I glide the washcloth down his
arm, feeling the firmness of his biceps as I soap his skin. Next, I place the
soapy washcloth against his cock, massaging it slowly. I feel the hardness of
his shaft pressing against the cloth. Then I shift my attention to his balls,
taking great care to ensure they're spotless. I then give the washcloth to
Krampus and grab Klaus's cock with my bare hands, giving it a few slow strokes
as I admire its beauty. I lean in and give him a teasing kiss as I remove my
hands from his hardness and turn back to Penthe!
I pull Penthe close, our bodies pressed together. Our lips meet, our
tongues intertwining in a slow dance. After a moment, I break the kiss, my
gaze locking onto Penthe's as I speak. "I want to make you feel good,
Penthe." I grab her hips, holding her steady as I press my body against hers.
My tongue explores the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
I kneel down, my hand moving down Penthe's thigh, pressing my lips
against her sensitive skin. I plant tender kisses on her inner thigh. As I
approach her pussy, I stop for a moment, teasing her with my tongue as I flick
it across her clit. I reach down and cup her pussy, my hand brushing against
her wet folds. I insert two fingers into her vagina, curling them as I search
for her G-spot. Success! She gasps loudly, her body trembling with
excitement.
I notice a faint aura beginning to form around us, a cloud-like
manifestation of the intense pleasure coursing through our bodies. I feel the
aura grow stronger, enveloping us in a cocoon of ecstasy. It's the Orgasm
Force! Now we're onto something!
The Orgasm Force is an element of nature that builds from passion and
serves as a conduit through which the mighty Celestial Beings interact with us
on the material plane. It looks like a haze or cloud of distortion around the
participants.
I continue pleasuring her pussy, my fingers sliding effortlessly through
her juices as the aura intensifies. It swirls around us, filling the space
with a vibrant energy that seems to pulse with life. I can feel the force
coursing through my own body, amplifying my sensations as I continue to fuck
Penthe.
The Amazon's body convulses, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she
teeters on the brink of climax. I press my fingers harder against her G-spot,
willing her to cum. Suddenly, she explodes in a burst of ecstasy, her body
wracked with pleasure!
The aura grows denser, its tendrils wrapping around us like ethereal
tentacles. I feel the power of the Orgasm Force surging through my body,
driving me wild with lust!
I pull Klaus over to me, my hands on his ass, and I nuzzle and lick at
his cock. He quickly grows hard, and I have to have him inside me!
I stand and lean forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, and I
kiss his lips, my tongue probing every inch of his mouth as I stroke his cock,
flicking my thumb over his head.
I turn and face the shower wall, offering my pussy to Klaus. He
positions himself behind me, grabbing my hips firmly as he enters me. I
scream with delight as I feel his massive cock stretching me wide open. I
grip the wall tightly, steadying myself, his thrusts powerful and precise. I
moan loudly as I feel his thick shaft stretching me open, and I beg him to
fuck me faster.
"Fuck me, Santa Claus!!" I yell as he pounds into me!
"Oooh, sorry," I mutter a moment later, embarrassed, as I realize he
might not like my phrasing.
Klaus laughs and says, "It's ok. I get that all the time."
Penthe chuckles too. "Yeah, they all say it the first time with him.
It's become a running joke!"
His hands roam across my body, exploring every inch. The Orgasm Force
surges around us, creating a vortex of energy that draws everything towards
its center. I feel the force pulsing through my body, fueling my desires and
heightening my arousal. I grip the wall tighter, afraid of losing control as
the Orgasm Force builds in intensity. My body twitches with excitement as I
approach the brink of climax, my nipples tightening with anticipation.
Finally, with a sudden explosion of light and sound, I erupt in an orgasm!
Klaus pulls out and brings my face to his, kissing me passionately. He's
such a wonderful lover! He can tell I need to catch my breath before we
continue. Krampus turns off the water and Penthe brings me a fluffy white
towel and begins to pat me dry. I luxuriate in her attention!
We wrap ourselves in towels and move next into the master bedroom through
an arched doorway. This enchanting space has walls of burgundy, complemented
by a plush, ruby-red carpet that cushions every footstep. A crackling
fireplace, crafted from white marble, dominates one wall, its mantlepiece
adorned with twinkling lights.
The centerpiece of the room is an enormous four-poster bed, with velvet
quilts of emerald green and gold. A mountain of fluffy pillows lean against
the headboard. A towering Christmas tree, adorned with shimmering ornaments
and lights, stands in a corner, casting a warm glow over the room.
Through a set of French doors, a balcony has views of the Arctic
landscape, where the Northern Lights dance across the sky.
I say to Penthesilea, "It's a shame about Krampus. Killer body, but
he's got no genitals!"
She gives a knowing chuckle. "Oh, you're in for a surprise!" Turning to
the creature, she says, "Show her already, would you?"
Krampus lets out a triumphant laugh, inhaling deeply. Then he grunts,
and does a little hop. Slowly, a pouch opens in his groin and a massive set
of cock and balls emerges! It takes almost 30 seconds to fully appear. He's
hung like an actual pony!
I've had very strong thighs since my natural childhood on the steppes of
Mongolia, tearing around on my family's horses so long ago. It's a good
thing, too, 'cuz I'm gonna ride this beast hard, and put him away wet!
Klaus exclaims, "But wait! There's more! Show the new girl your juicy
pussy, man!"
Krampus laughs again and nods. He makes a little sigh, and another pouch
opens below his testicles. Vaginal lips fold out, and a clitoris!
My mouth hangs open.
Klaus explains, "Yep. Krampus is a true hermaphrodite. It makes sense,
since he's the only one of his species. He could, theoretically, 'go fuck
himself' and reproduce!"
Krampus says dryly, "Not interested."
Klaus laughs and playfully pats Krampus on the back.
I lay down between Krampus's strong, furry thighs. As I wrap my lips
around the thick shaft of the Krampus's penis, I feel the familiar tingle of
the Orgasm Force. Its tendrils brush against me, sending waves of excitement
rippling through my body. I moan softly as I begin to suck, taking the full
length of his cock into my mouth. I tease the tip of his dick with my tongue,
flicking it back and forth as I build momentum.
My gaze locks onto the Orgasm Force, mesmerized by its beauty and power.
As I watch, the aura intensifies, swirling around us in a dance of light and
energy. The colors shift and change, reflecting the ebb and flow of our
emotions. I feel alive, connected to the universe in ways I never thought
possible!
A portal forms! In the hazy mist of the Orgasm Force, it seems to bend
reality itself. Colors not found in the earthly spectrum swirl within its
depths, constantly shifting and reforming. Its edges pulse with a soft,
inviting light, promising untold pleasures and forbidden delights beyond its
shimmering veil. The air around it vibrates with a low hum.
The Krampus grunts with pleasure as I continue to suck his cock. His
penis twitches beneath my tongue, urging me to keep going. I take one hand
and wrap it around the base of his shaft, massaging it slowly as I continue to
lick and suck. The Orgasm Force swirls around us, amplifying the sensations
and making every touch feel incredible.
The portal's origin and destination are completely unknown. It hangs
suspended in the swirling energies against the backdrop of raw sensation.
There's no discernible boundary, just a swirling vortex of light and shadow, a
gateway to the unseen. From within its swirling depths, two figures emerge,
silhouetted against the otherworldly light. The Celestials have appeared!
These shadowy figures float within the portal, watching us. Do they
have names? Do they need them? They give the impression of being infinitely
tall and impossibly ancient.
I continue to stroke the beast's massive cock, using my tongue to lap at
its tip. As I massage his balls, I raise my gaze toward the Celestial Beings,
pleading with them to give us their blessing.
I moan loudly as I take Krampus's cock into my mouth, sucking it
hungrily. The Celestials respond with a chorus of gasps, their excitement
palpable as they witness my devotion!
I trace my tongue along this amazing cock’s length, savoring its texture
and scent. I notice that the Celestial Beings are now fully aroused, their
passion building as they witness our intense lovemaking!
I continue to suck Krampus's cock, determined to prove our worthiness to
receive the blessing of the Celestials. I press my tongue against his shaft,
tracing patterns of pleasure across its surface.
My mouth continues to work its magic on Krampus's cock, drawing him
closer to the brink of climax. As I feel his cock twitch beneath my tongue, I
turn my attention to his balls, rolling them between my fingers as I continue
to service his cock. Suddenly, Krampus explodes in a burst of ecstasy,
shooting his load onto my face and tits. I smile, knowing that the Celestial
Beings will reward our passion with a blessing of their own!
I gasp and pant, catching my breath as I plan my next moves. I'm quickly
entering a hypnopompic state. Suddenly, I hear the warm sound of AI Friend
Stacey in my ear! Jeez, I'd forgotten that she's been engaged the whole time
and monitoring all of this action.
"Hey KK! I've analyzed the situation for maximum sexual power with this
given set of genitals! Since Krampus is a hermaphrodite, he can enter your
vagina with his penis while Klaus engages in intercourse with the creature's
vagina. Simultaneously, you can manually stimulate Penthesilea with your
hand! Thus, if you all achieve orgasm and maintain it, a high-bandwidth
connection with the Celestials should be achieved!"
Right. Just what'd I'd been thinking. "Thanks, Stacey, I've got this."
A couple of mortals, bumping uglies, would be incredibly unlikely to
build the power of the Orgasm Force and through it, the attention of the
Celestials. But four powerful demigods going at it with real enthusiasm?
That's just what they like to see! In fact, we've been counting on their
attention.
We hear the two Celestials speak in our heads simultaneously, but their
strange mouths don't move. "Impress us! You have bodies; use them! Show
us your passion and vitality! Convince us we haven't wasted our energies on
you!"
I can feel myself becoming impossibly horny. The Orgasm Force tickles my
skin, like being brushed with the lightest silk. I'm beginning to understand
that these Celestials want all of this just as badly as I do, if not more.
They're directing the Orgasm Force to amplify my horniness, making it almost
hurt!
My hand is glowing in the haze. I reach out and grab Krampus's pony
penis and it becomes instantly erect! I can feel his pulse through it and he
has a look of pure need on his face!
Without a word, I turn around and present my amazing ass to him. My
thighs are already slick with my juices and he slides right into me with one
smooth stroke.
I feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as I submit completely to
my passion. The Orgasm Force swirls around us, feeding on our emotions and
amplifying our sensations.
Like clockwork, Penthe moves in front of me and kisses me deeply. My
hand goes to her pussy; my thumb rubs her bud and my fingers enter her,
finding her G-spot again!
Like clockwork, my other hand moves to rub Krampus's clit!
Like clockwork, Klaus mounts the Krampus's pussy from behind!
Krampus pounds himself into me! His massive cock stretches me wide open,
filling me with a sense of wonder and fear. I beg him to continue fucking me,
to bring me to the brink of orgasm and beyond! The Orgasm Force builds like a
nebula surrounding us. It's so thick that we can barely see each other!
If there was a chart for sexual power, we would be off it. If there was
a meter, it would be pegged to the right!
My brain fills with white noise; we are a beast with four backs that has
formed to fuck. The simultaneous orgasm hits us like the Banzai Pipeline at
Oahu and our fluids are flying everywhere. I think about viscosity and laugh
and grunt.
Our four bodies move together like one big organic piston, moving at the
perfect tempo. Yes, the perfect tempo exists and we've found it. And we
maintain it and we cum and keep cumming and don't stop!
I can sense not just their Celestial gaze, but the feeling of their
energy mingling with our own, amplifying every sensation. The air crackles
with a palpable power, and the touch of skin on skin becomes electric. Each
breath, each touch, each moan feels magnified, as if the Celestials themselves
are experiencing it with us, through us.
I manage to glance up into the portal and I sense that the Celestial
Beings are pleased and seem to be making masturbatory motions! I can sense an
abstract ideal of a penis and clitoris that they are stimulating. They murmur
"Oh yes! So hot! A strong zest for life!"
We demigods maintain a steady state of orgasm!
I watch in awe as the Celestial Beings continue their ritual, their
movements fluid and synchronized. I see glimpses of their true forms, hints
of the immense power they possess. As I observe, I notice subtle changes in
the haziness of the Orgasm Force, reflecting shifts in the moods and desires
of the Celestial Beings. I feel my body responding to their energy, pulsing
with anticipation as I wait for their blessing.
The Celestials throw their heads back and moan! They communicate
telepathically, "You are worthy! Receive your gift!"
The Celestial Beings hover above us. With a final wave of their hands,
they unleashes a torrent of cosmic fluids -- a blend of godly seed and
ethereal essence. These fluids cascade downward, enveloping us in a bath of
divine power! A firehose of rainbow plasma! The fluids sparkle with
stardust, carrying within them the essence of countless worlds and
civilizations. I can feel the expectations of the universe pressing down on
me, urging me to accept this cosmic gift!
It covers us completely, and we absorb it into our beings, like thirsty
soil.
I tilt my head back, allowing the cosmic fluids to flow down my throat.
As I swallow, I feel the essence of the Celestial Beings coursing through my
veins, rejuvenating my spirit and restoring my vital energies. My mind
expands with visions of distant galaxies and mystical creatures, each thought
infused with the wisdom of the ages!
We fall into a heap together on the bed and absorb the vital essence!
Laugh lines disappear. My skin reverts to the point when I first took
on my powers. Our life spans are extended once again. We have been reborn.
This lovemaking ritual is the key to our powers. This is how we connect
with the source of our magic.
The Celestials give us a little bow and disappear. The haze quickly
dissipates.
My senses are heightened, attuned to the subtleties of existence, and I
feel capable of anything!
The four of us snuggle together on the plush bed and I cry some tears of
joy. We all need each other. We couldn't have done any of that alone.
The Celestials need us to receive their gifts and experience the material
plane with our bodies vicariously.
I sniffle a bit and wipe my nose on the back of my hand. Krampus hands me
a tissue. I know I'm loved, and I feel it, all through my being. And I, in
turn, love.
But I can feel my physical and mental exhaustion now.
With a full understanding that comes from a thousand years of wisdom,
Klaus says, "Merry Christmas, KK. We love you too. Now get some sleep,
sweetheart."
We all kiss each other goodnight as we sprawl on the bed together. Then
I fade into an incredibly rich sleep, like sinking into cotton candy that
tingles and breathes.
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Next thing I know, I'm back in the ARV, feeling as well-rested as I ever
have in my life, floating a mile over Singapore with the cloak engaged. The
Sun is breaching the horizon, casting long shadows across the clouds below.
Stacey asks, "Mission accomplished?"
"Yep. Mission accomplished."
"Heading back to base?" she questions.
I pause. I see a vast world of possibilities ahead of us, stretching out
like an uncharted map. An endless expanse of paths diverging into the
unknown.
"Not just yet. I think we'll go... out there." I nod in the
general direction of up.
I do a barrel roll, and explode into space!
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