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Subject: {ASSM} The Other Claus Part 3 (FDom, MF)
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 08:10:02 -0500
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The Other Claus
or  Why Santa is So Jolly
Part 3
by FinsternisEx <finsternisex@hotmail.com>

The Magic Corn Crisis
(a few Christmases later)

Jessica held the bag of corn in her hand, weighing it.  It was a small
bag, one that Jingle, the elf in charge of the reindeer, had secreted
away.  "This is all we have left?" she asked him.

Jingle frowned, "Yes, Ma'am.  The thing is one of the young reindeer
let out a rumor that the corn was an aphrodisiac, and the other young
ones all came in here and ate it."

"Did it work?" she asked the elf.

"Well, they flew, that's for certain. Some of them had sex in the air,
or so some of my, um, fellow elves say.  But if it increased their
activity or sexuality \endash  who\rquote s to say?  Most of them have
the same hormonal problems teenage humans or elves would have."

"How are they?  The reindeer, I mean."

"Most of them are OK.  A few got stuck in trees when they didn't come
down in time.  But besides some sprains, and so forth, we're fine."

"Good.  Which one of the reindeer started all this, as if I had to
ask?"

Jingle sighed.  "Rudolph."

"Of course."

Jessica Kringle shook her head.  Rudolph had been born a couple of
Christmases ago, and had a peculiar deformity.  His nose gave off a
bright red light.  Jessica had been astounded, and realized it was
probably part of the Christmas magic -- she and Kris had been going at
it hard when the kid was born, and they'd been trying to do magic to
improve the efficiency of the deer -- or to make their flight powers
permanent.

It hadn't worked; instead they'd gotten Rudolph, who was of
questionable value.  She understood that he was an outcast, and was
just acting out his aggression on his peers, but something would have
to be done about this -- he'd have to be reprimanded.  And something
would have to be done about the shortage of corn, too.

Jessica looked at Jingle.  "Tell me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me
that this is only enough for one more trip, right?"

Jingle nodded.  "I wish I could tell you otherwise."

"Well, we can try going back to the source.  Perhaps the Winter
Warlock can give us some more."  Jessica didn't look forward to that,
not at all.  She hadn't been back there in several years, not since
he'd sexually harassed her, and tried to trade sex for lessons.  Maybe
Kris could go and deal with it.  It was still a couple of months
before Christmas -- he should still have time.

But first, she needed to stop by Donner's cave, and talk to Rudolph's
parents.

Jessica handed the grain back to Jingle. "Guard this carefully.  I
don't think you'll have any problems, but... we *have* to have this
grain if there is going to be a Christmas this year."

Jingle took it from her and nodded solemnly.  He was one of their
oldest elves.  He understood just how vital it all was.

Jessica trudged out to the reindeer caves.  The whole place seemed
subdued.  Not many reindeer were out playing, or doing their normal
reindeer activities.  She suspected that most of them were being
punished or still healing.  Or, she chuckled to herself, stuck in a
tree somewhere.

She made it to Donner and Clarice's cave, which was one of the larger
more prestigious caves, since Donner was one of the Twelve who pulled
Santa's sleigh.  "Donner? Clarice?" she called out to the reindeer
inside.

Clarice came out, she was wearing an apron.  Upon spying Mrs. Clause,
she smiled.  "Jessica! What a surprise! Come on in, I was just baking
cookies."

"This isn't really a social visit, Clarice," Jessica said.  "It's
about Rudolph."

"What has he done this time?" Clarice asked, sighing.

Jessica related the story to Clarice, and the reindeer nodded.  "I try
so hard with him, Jessica. It's just so hard. It would be easier if he
weren't so *different*, and maybe if Donner were more understanding."

"I understand Clarice. It isn't easy.  See what you can do. But this
time he got into the grain supply -- and I don't have to tell you how
important *that* is.  If he keeps it up, who knows what will happen?
As it is, he's put Christmas in jeopardy, if not this year, then
next."

Clarice nodded.  "Well, Donner and I will sit him down. At the very
least he's going to be grounded for weeks!"

"Thanks, Clarice. I knew you'd understand.  Just know, if something
happens again, Kris and I may have to do something more drastic -- we
don't want to, but Christmas is at stake."

Clarice nodded, and said, sadly, "I understand. We'll do what we can."

Jessica hugged the reindeer, and left the caves.  She doubted it would
help.  Who could control kids, really?  She didn't want to have to
kick Rudolph out, and they certainly didn't want to lose Donner from
the team, but it might have to happen.  She made a mental note to talk
to Jingle about who could replace Donner.  She shook her head.  It
wasn't good, not good at all.

Luckily, she knew something that would improve her mood.

She found Kris in the Documents room.  He was surrounded by stacks and
stacks of paper.  He was carefully going through the papers, going
over the lists.  Every now and then he'd put a check mark beside a
name, or cross it out.  \'93Hon?" she said from the doorway.

"Oh, hi Jess," he said, never looking up from his list.  "How are the
preparations going?"

"OK.  I'm a little bit frustrated.  You have any time?"

"Maybe later, I'm pretty busy right now."

Mrs. Claus sighed to herself.  They had been closer the past couple of
years -- especially since she'd cast the youth spell on her husband.
But the demand for Santa Claus had increased as well.  This year he
had been pulling away from her, going back to his workaholic ways, his
obsession with Christmas taking over their lives.

The last time this had happened, she's supported him -- even backed
away from him, to let him have his life's dream.  Now, however, she
felt differently.  She needed him more, she needed his touch, his
tongue, his cock.  She needed him in ways she never had before -- and
she believed that he did as well.  But the pull of Christmas was
stronger than she was.  Or was it? Christmas was two months away.  She
was here, now.

Jessica walked over to her husband, and grabbed the front of his
shirt, pulling it forward.  'Kris Kringle, I am you wife, and you
*will* come with me right now."

"But, Hon, there's so much to do."

"And you think going over lists is more important to being with your
partner?"

"I've just got to get through this! It's for Christmas!"

"Did you know that we are almost out of magic corn? Did you know that
the elves are driving themselves mad making toys? Morale is at an all
time low, because you've been spending too much time in here.  You're
out of touch -- with Christmas, the operation, and even your wife."

"Jess--"

"In fact, you've been very very naughty.  And if you expect to get
something besides coal this Christmas, you better shape up, and start
working on the important things.'

"Yes, dear."

"That's better, young man.  I want you in our bedroom in five minutes.
And if another name is checked or crossed off, you will be in
*serious* trouble."

She let him go, and he sunk back into his seat.  Jessica turned on her
heels -- what a rush! They'd played sex games before, of course.  It
was all part of their new play.  But this was the first time she'd
done it without planning before.  She chuckled to herself, and walked
back to their rooms.

Once there, she walked into her walk-in closet, and turned to the
ever-increasing rack of "fun" clothes she had been acquiring over the
past few years.  "What will I wear today?" she thought.  Her gaze
drifted over a black latex outfit and she smiled to herself.
"Perfect," she whispered.

She pulled on the latex catsuit -- which covered her completely except
for her face, breasts and crotch, and then pulled on a pair of boots
with a 3" heel.  While she was doing that, she heard noise in the
bedroom.  "OK, little boy," she called out. "Take off all your
clothes, and kneel on the bed. Mommy's going to be out in just a
minute."

She heard him shuffling about, dropping clothes on the floor, and she
finished dressing.  She opened up her toybox, and pulled out a crop
and her flogger, and she was ready to go.

She stepped out of the closet, and there was Kris, as promised, on his
knees on the bed.  Jessica ran one latex-covered hand over his ass,
and slapped him hard.  "You've been spending too much time working,
hon.  You need to be punished for ignoring me."

"Yes, dear," Kris Kringle said.

Jessica laughed, and began to whip and crop his ass, turning it a
bright shade of pink.  "Rosy cheeks indeed!" she thought to herself.
Of all the women in the world, she was the one who got to spank
*Santa. *

She ran her hand over his ass again -- she could feel the warmth
coming off of it even through the latex.  "Now has my naughty boy
learned his lesson?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am," came Kris' answer.

"Good, then he can show me how much he appreciates me teaching him,
won't he?  Get down on the floor, then, and put your tongue to use!"
Kris crawled onto the floor, and Jessica spread her legs wide, waiting
until her husband pressed his bearded face to her cunt.

It only took a few minutes before she was grabbing his head and
pulling it closer, coming all over his face.  Even then, she kept him
at it for several minutes.  "That's very, very good, hon.  I think I
*will* give you a gift after all.  What would you like?"

"I'd like to come, Ma'am," he said, pleadingly.

"Well, I'll certainly allow that."

Boldly, he said, "I'd like to come inside of you."

"Well, for that," she added, mischievously, "there is something else
you have to promise to do."

As he mounted her, sliding his thick cock into her sopping wet cunt,
she had to laugh to herself.  She got what she wanted: sex with her
husband *and* she got him to agree to go see the Winter Warlock about
the grain.  She smiled happily to herself and gave herself over to the
feeling of being filled by her husband's cock.

======

Kris Kringle left the next day.  A day later he returned, carrying
another small bag of grain.  He looked tired, and haggard, and
exhausted.  Jessica thought it looked like he'd been through the
wringer.

"What's up, dear?" she asked, when she saw him.

He looked at her with tired eyes.  "He agreed to give me this bag --
for old time's sake.  But he also had a message for you.  He said that
if you wanted more grain, he could teach you how to get it for
yourself, but that it would take a year to learn it, and you'd have to
cast the spell on Christmas.  So he gave me this bag when I told him
we only had enough for this year."

"So I do have to go to him."

"Yes," Kris said. "Or we need to find another way."

"What do you think?"

"I think I've got a lot of work to do before Christmas."  He handed
her the bag of corn, and walked off.

"What's up with him?" Jessica thought to herself, but only for a
moment, replaced by two thoughts: the things the Warlock would do to
her, and the power she would get if she did it.

"What *am* I going to do?"

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You liked this? Man, you are sick -- I like that about you.
Write me: mailto:finsternisex@hotmail.com
Finsternis Ex

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