[Contest Entry] A Lurker Christmas
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By Brendan T. Buck
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, the only one up was a shy and nerdy Anonymous. He was up on Fakku, trying to find doujin--something by DL maybe, or a twisted scan by LWB. But not even preggo-rape could tickle his fancy that Christmas Eve.
Unable to fap, he turned from his computer desk to look outside. It was the whitest Christmas in all seventeen years of his life, the kind they fabricate on TV. But despite being picturesque, with frosted trees and ground, this Christmas was shaping up to be the worst.
But Anon heard a jingling of bells from the distance. Then he heard a loud crash on his roof, followed by an equally loud thump in the living room. Anon jumped up from his computer chair and ran through his wallscroll covered bedroom, past his parent’s door, down the stairs to see something by the fireplace that at his age he thought impossible: a fat red man with a white beard in a bright red suit and cap, holding a brown burlap sack.
Anon stopped on the last step of the stairs and just starred at the joybringer for a moment. His mind quickly tried to rationalize this myth standing before him as a robber, but then the figure’s laugh paused his mind. “Ho-ho-ho! Don’t worry Anon, I’m the real Santa! I remember that when you were five you wanted a Thomas the Tank Engine playset.”
Anon gulped. “Okay, so if you’re so real, why did my parents buy my presents?”
“Oh Anon, as Santa I serve to give the good girls and boys who don’t get what they want their wishes. “
Anon still looked at Kringle with suspicion. “Then why did my friend Corey not get that Lightsaber when he was eight, Claus?” Corey was a very poor friend of Anon’s who grew up in a crappy neighborhood before moving to the burbs.
“Well, Anon, as Santa I can only be so many places and while I’m immortal…that’s only in the longevity of life sense. Santa isn’t immune to bullets, and your friend Corey wasn’t quite good enough that year to risk Santa getting a cap in his ass.”
As Anon moved off the step and towards the fireplace, one thing still bugged him. “So why me?”
“Well Anon, I make it a priority to visit the nicest people every year. You are near the top of the list. You held doors for people, gave rides to all your friends, donated to the poor, and didn’t even talk trash on XBL. That has earned you your deepest wish—“
“Hey I only made that available on…”
Santa lifted a gloved index finger up to his lips. “Rules One and Two.”
“Wait you—“
“Just because I’m Santa doesn’t mean I can’t be naughty, ho-ho-ho!” Anon felt an odd chill. “Speaking of naughty, your gift was correspondingly so, I wrapped her up and brought her here.”
Santa reached into his magical sack and pulled out the gift. The gift was a 5’4 brunette with a petite body, curvy chest and hips, and firm ass. All of these were visible since all she wore were red ribbons tied around her chest and thighs, with a bow jetting out from her back. As Santa pulled her out of his sack, she thrashed around in the air, screaming, “Let go of me you pervert!’
“Mel?” Mel, or Melanie, was a former friend of Anon’s that upon gaining good looks and entering high school, became a preppy and a total bitch. Still didn’t stop Anon from crushing over her.
“You bastard, Anon! I knew you were behind this!”
After setting Mel down on the ground, Kringle coughed in his hand. “No, Santa is. You were very naughty girl this year, Melanie.”
She looked up from the floor with a glare. “How so?”
“Well, Melanie, you’ve been persecuting Anon all year. You teased him, spread rumors about him, humiliated him in front of every girl who even thought of dating him…”
“So? Everyone knows that…”
“What they might not know is you did all this while liking him.”
Melanie’s defiant face faded and a slight red flush filled her cheeks. “Only the naughty make their desired one’s life a living hell.”
Melanie looked up at Santa with a bit of fierce rage, and then pointed at Anon. “Well he’s the one who skipped the Junior High Dinner Dance to go to some convention! I was all dressed up for him and he ditched me…”
“But that isn’t all Melanie. I know that every night for the last year you masturbated to the thought of him. If that isn’t naughty, what is?” Santa pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play.
Melanie’s entire body turned crimson as her voice played with moans and whimpers. “Oh Anon, please fill me up, up with your warm cum. Please…”
“Is…Is that all?”
Santa laughed. “I have more, but I should get going. There is a mod at 4chan who really wants some Puddi…” Santa stepped back towards the fireplace and was sucked up the chimney. Bells rang as his sleigh retreated.
Melanie sat still on the bare wood floor. “So I guess that’s your present then, to see me broken and embarrassed--”
Anon knelled towards her. “No, this is.” Anon put his right hand on her face and kissed her. She put both her hand on his face and moved her lips with his. When they parted, Anon whispered, “I’m sorry about the dance.”
“I’m sorry about everything else.” Melanie laid back as Anon untied the ribbons around her chest. The jingle-jangle of bells could be heard in the distance. As Anon began to lick her nipples, it became clear to both that this was to be the best Christmas of all.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, the only one up was a shy and nerdy Anonymous. He was up on Fakku, trying to find doujin--something by DL maybe, or a twisted scan by LWB. But not even preggo-rape could tickle his fancy that Christmas Eve.
Unable to fap, he turned from his computer desk to look outside. It was the whitest Christmas in all seventeen years of his life, the kind they fabricate on TV. But despite being picturesque, with frosted trees and ground, this Christmas was shaping up to be the worst.
But Anon heard a jingling of bells from the distance. Then he heard a loud crash on his roof, followed by an equally loud thump in the living room. Anon jumped up from his computer chair and ran through his wallscroll covered bedroom, past his parent’s door, down the stairs to see something by the fireplace that at his age he thought impossible: a fat red man with a white beard in a bright red suit and cap, holding a brown burlap sack.
Anon stopped on the last step of the stairs and just starred at the joybringer for a moment. His mind quickly tried to rationalize this myth standing before him as a robber, but then the figure’s laugh paused his mind. “Ho-ho-ho! Don’t worry Anon, I’m the real Santa! I remember that when you were five you wanted a Thomas the Tank Engine playset.”
Anon gulped. “Okay, so if you’re so real, why did my parents buy my presents?”
“Oh Anon, as Santa I serve to give the good girls and boys who don’t get what they want their wishes. “
Anon still looked at Kringle with suspicion. “Then why did my friend Corey not get that Lightsaber when he was eight, Claus?” Corey was a very poor friend of Anon’s who grew up in a crappy neighborhood before moving to the burbs.
“Well, Anon, as Santa I can only be so many places and while I’m immortal…that’s only in the longevity of life sense. Santa isn’t immune to bullets, and your friend Corey wasn’t quite good enough that year to risk Santa getting a cap in his ass.”
As Anon moved off the step and towards the fireplace, one thing still bugged him. “So why me?”
“Well Anon, I make it a priority to visit the nicest people every year. You are near the top of the list. You held doors for people, gave rides to all your friends, donated to the poor, and didn’t even talk trash on XBL. That has earned you your deepest wish—“
“Hey I only made that available on…”
Santa lifted a gloved index finger up to his lips. “Rules One and Two.”
“Wait you—“
“Just because I’m Santa doesn’t mean I can’t be naughty, ho-ho-ho!” Anon felt an odd chill. “Speaking of naughty, your gift was correspondingly so, I wrapped her up and brought her here.”
Santa reached into his magical sack and pulled out the gift. The gift was a 5’4 brunette with a petite body, curvy chest and hips, and firm ass. All of these were visible since all she wore were red ribbons tied around her chest and thighs, with a bow jetting out from her back. As Santa pulled her out of his sack, she thrashed around in the air, screaming, “Let go of me you pervert!’
“Mel?” Mel, or Melanie, was a former friend of Anon’s that upon gaining good looks and entering high school, became a preppy and a total bitch. Still didn’t stop Anon from crushing over her.
“You bastard, Anon! I knew you were behind this!”
After setting Mel down on the ground, Kringle coughed in his hand. “No, Santa is. You were very naughty girl this year, Melanie.”
She looked up from the floor with a glare. “How so?”
“Well, Melanie, you’ve been persecuting Anon all year. You teased him, spread rumors about him, humiliated him in front of every girl who even thought of dating him…”
“So? Everyone knows that…”
“What they might not know is you did all this while liking him.”
Melanie’s defiant face faded and a slight red flush filled her cheeks. “Only the naughty make their desired one’s life a living hell.”
Melanie looked up at Santa with a bit of fierce rage, and then pointed at Anon. “Well he’s the one who skipped the Junior High Dinner Dance to go to some convention! I was all dressed up for him and he ditched me…”
“But that isn’t all Melanie. I know that every night for the last year you masturbated to the thought of him. If that isn’t naughty, what is?” Santa pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play.
Melanie’s entire body turned crimson as her voice played with moans and whimpers. “Oh Anon, please fill me up, up with your warm cum. Please…”
“Is…Is that all?”
Santa laughed. “I have more, but I should get going. There is a mod at 4chan who really wants some Puddi…” Santa stepped back towards the fireplace and was sucked up the chimney. Bells rang as his sleigh retreated.
Melanie sat still on the bare wood floor. “So I guess that’s your present then, to see me broken and embarrassed--”
Anon knelled towards her. “No, this is.” Anon put his right hand on her face and kissed her. She put both her hand on his face and moved her lips with his. When they parted, Anon whispered, “I’m sorry about the dance.”
“I’m sorry about everything else.” Melanie laid back as Anon untied the ribbons around her chest. The jingle-jangle of bells could be heard in the distance. As Anon began to lick her nipples, it became clear to both that this was to be the best Christmas of all.
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
Aw, I think that's rather endearing of an ending. Also, with a good sense of humor throughout, I think it's really well done. Great work, Mr. Buck. A fine submission indeed.