Christmas Ballbusting Stories (Holiday Special)

 

The night at the North Pole was as serene as it was magical, the stars glittering like shards of ice against the velvety black sky. The air carried a crisp chill, and the glow of the Santa Wish Tunnel illuminated the surrounding snowbanks in soft, multicolored hues. Inside the tunnel, thousands of wishes danced as golden threads, swirling and whispering the hopes and dreams of children—and adults—from all over the world.

Silla perched on the edge of the icy tunnel’s entrance, her gossamer wings fluttering against the cold air. Her golden hair shimmered under the light, and her tiny figure, draped in a silvery dress, sparkled as if she had been plucked from the stars themselves. Beside her sat Camila, her closest friend, a fairy with fiery red curls and an attitude to match.

“Another one,” Camila huffed, stretching her legs as her amber wings drooped in exasperation. “That’s the third wish tonight about Nicholas James.”

Silla tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “What did this one say?”

Camila leaned forward, cupping her hands around her mouth as she mimicked the desperate, high-pitched tone of the wisher. “‘Santa, please, make Nicholas James understand what it feels like to suffer! Take away his manhood so he never hurts anyone again!’” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Honestly, Silla, who even is this guy?”

Silla giggled, her laugh like the chime of tiny bells. “Well, he must be someone important to get that many wishes about him. What else did they say?”

“Oh, let’s see…” Camila sat cross-legged and gestured at the tunnel. “There was the girl who cried so much her wish was barely coherent. Something about him breaking her heart and lying to her. And then there was that one who said he ruined her life and should rot in—well, you know where.”

Silla’s brows furrowed, her wings pausing mid-flutter. “It’s odd, isn’t it? These aren’t the usual Christmas wishes. No toys, no ponies… just vengeance. Nicholas James must have done something terrible.”

Camila sighed and leaned back on her elbows. “Humans can be so messy. But I’m curious now. Who is he? What’s his deal?”

Silla bit her lip, her curiosity sparking like a flicker of firelight. She glanced toward the towering, crystalline contraption nestled in the tunnel’s far corner—the Santa Watch Machine. It was a magical device, brimming with buttons, levers, and knobs, capable of peering into the lives of any human on Santa’s list.

“Do you think…” Silla started, hesitating. “Do you think we could find out? You know, who he really is?”

Camila’s eyes lit up, and she sat upright. “You mean use the Watch Machine? Silla, you know Santa doesn’t let just anyone touch that thing.”

“But Santa owes me,” Silla said, her voice firm yet playful. “Remember last week? When the under-the-bed monsters were about to escape? I helped him round them up. If I hadn’t been there, there’d be chaos in every child’s bedroom by now.”

Camila snorted. “That’s true. It was kind of hilarious, though. You in your armor, smacking a monster with a peppermint stick.”

Silla grinned, brushing snow off her knees as she stood. “Exactly. So, technically, I’ve earned some leeway. And besides, it’s not like we’re doing anything bad. We’re just… curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Camila muttered, though she rose to her feet, her wings shimmering with faint excitement. “But, fine. Let’s see this Nicholas James for ourselves.”

The two fairies flitted through the tunnel, their wings leaving trails of glittering light. The Watch Machine loomed before them, its intricate gears whirring and its screen glowing with a warm, otherworldly hue.

Silla hovered in front of the controls, her fingers hovering over the buttons. “Okay, let’s see… Nicholas James.” She closed her eyes, concentrating as the letters appeared on the screen in flowing gold script. “There. Let’s find out who this guy is.”

The machine rumbled softly, its screen flickering before an image began to form. Silla and Camila leaned in, their eyes widening as the picture sharpened.

On the screen appeared a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, his golden-blue hair perfectly styled. He wore a fitted shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and his confident smirk revealed straight, white teeth. But it was his eyes—piercing green, glinting with arrogance—that immediately struck them.

“That’s Nicholas James?” Camila said, her voice laced with disbelief. “He looks like one of those guys from the movies—the ones who always get the girl and drive off in the fancy car.”

Silla tilted her head, her gaze lingering on the image. “He does look… charming. But why would so many girls wish him harm?”

The machine beeped, and the image shifted, showing Nicholas in a football uniform. He was on a college field, surrounded by teammates, his blue jeans swapped for padded pants and a jersey. His stance was confident, almost regal, as if the world revolved around him.

“A football player,” Camila mused, tapping her chin. “Figures. Probably one of those frat boys who thinks he’s above everyone else.”

“Maybe…” Silla murmured, her eyes narrowing. “But we need to know more. Who is Nicholas James, really?”

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Some of his team mates gathered around Nico. "So, how far are you two with your bet?", Leo, a muscular blond guy, asked. When he was drunk at a party, Nico had started a bet with his comrades: He would fuck every girl of the cheerleader group before the season was over. "No way!", Conrad, Nico's best friend, had objected. "Nothing against you and your charms, but ... at some point, they will find out, and then ... they will turn against you!" - "I can do it, you will see!", Nico insisted, already imagining how much fun he would have winning the bet. Conrad was still skeptical. "Okay, but we need a proof! A naked pic of every girl while she sleeps after you fucked her!" - "That'll be no problem", Nico had replied coolly.

 

The bet was over several thousand dollars. For Nico, whose father was actually a billionaire, who was even thinking about running for president, that wasn't a lot of money, but Conrad started panicking when Nico showed them one pic of a naked cheerleader after the other. "Only three girls left, Con", Nico said, grinning. He knew that Conrad's family was a normal middle-class one, and his friend had to work hard to collect the money. He also knew that Conrad was much smarter than him, and had been even more drunk like him when he agreed on the bet. Now Nico enjoyed watching his worried team mate gazing at the pictures of the girls in disbelief.

 

"Even Sandra ...!", Conrad exclaimed. Sandra, a very self-confident girl who was even a member of the feminist club at their college, had been his last realistic hope to stop Nico in his tracks. Nico laughed. "You would be amazed how easy it is! They're all cheap whores deep inside ... And I was deep inside of every one of them!" He grabbed his bulge, and moved his hips as if he was penetrating one of his victims. "Well, to be honest, Sandra was tough, she didn't want it at first ... but I have my ways to convince a reluctant girl!"

Leo was baffled. "She wouldn't even let me look at her... Always made a mean comment when she caught me ... And you actually fucked her!" Nico smiled proudly. "Well, here's the proof she's just like the other bitches!" He pointed at the picture he took when Sandra lay asleep on his bed. Nico had carefully spread the naked girl's legs before he took the picture, so that her most intimate parts were exposed. "But normally girls gossip about such things ... How come that none of them has a suspicion...?", Conrad asked. - "I'm telling them our eternal love must stay a romantic secret until my dad his president", Nico explained. "Eternal love, hahahaha! I fucked every one of them only once, after that, I just write them messages swearing I'll come back to them soon ... after I won the football match! And that I would be deeply disappointed if they tell anyone, even their closest friends... so far it worked!" - "And... Rebecca?" Conrad referred to Nico's steady girlfriend.

"She's stupid!", Nico said condescendingly. "She loves me so much, she never asks any critical questions ... I just tell her I have late training sessions, and she believes it... well, why shouldn't she?" Conrad and Nico laughed, but there was a trace of envy and suspicion in their eyes. It sounded somehow to good to be true ...

Silla’s tiny hands trembled as she hovered in front of the Santa Watch Machine, her usually radiant face darkening with disbelief. Camila stood frozen beside her, her fiery wings pulsing with an almost imperceptible anger as the screen played out the scene unfolding inside the frat house.

The camera zoomed in on Nicholas James, reclining on an oversized leather couch, his legs spread wide in his ever-present blue jeans. His fitted black sweater stretched over his broad shoulders, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he swiped casually through pictures on his phone.

“Is he…” Silla began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is he showing—”

“Naked pictures,” Camila interjected, her voice sharp with outrage. “He’s showing them naked pictures of the girls!”

They watched as Nico tilted his phone toward Conrad and Leo, the flickering screen illuminating their wide-eyed faces. Conrad’s panicked expression contrasted starkly with Leo’s awe-struck grin, the latter clearly admiring Nico’s audacity. But Silla’s attention was riveted to Nico’s smug demeanor, his confidence radiating like a foul aura.

Silla’s wings quivered as she turned to Camila, her expression a mixture of fury and determination. “This is who he is,” she said, her voice trembling. “This is Nicholas James.”

Camila’s face was set, her fiery wings flaring behind her. “We can’t just watch this and do nothing, Silla. This… this monster has to pay.”

Silla nodded, her hands balling into tiny fists. “And he will. We’re going to make sure of it.”

But then… they heard a voice. “HO HO HO. My little fairies. What are you doing here?” Santa all smiley drank his chocolate and walked there. “This is the joyous night of the year!”

Silla looked at Santa. “Santa… We have… request. We need your help, and you should help us. You owe us. I want to give a lesson to the naughty boy Nicholas James! I need your things”

"But ... my little fairies ... uh ... I'm not allowed to do this! The North Pole corporation would fire me if that came out ... And you know, I'm a poor student who needs this job!" Santa took a step back when the fairies approached him menacingly. Swiftly, Camila ripped off his artificial beard, and Silla snatched the cushion that Santa had stuffed under his coat to appear like a chubby older man. "Hey!", Santa yelled, suddenly with a high-pitched, shaking voice. "You can't do this..." The pale and skinny redhead guy under the costume suddenly looked pathetic.

 "Don't forget who's really in charge here!", Silla taunted him. "We know about all your secrets! Remember your failure with the under-the-bed monsters? Remember all those presents you delivered to wrong addresses? The lies in your application to the company? And ..." Silla's eyes glinted mischievously. "All those naughty videos in your collection ... 'XXXmas' ... 'Hot adventures in the snow' ... 'Santa's orgies in the gingerbread house' ..." - "Okay, okay, okay!" Santa sighed, and stuffed the cushion back under his coat. "You won! But only this year! What do you want?" - "The sleigh, the reindeer ...", Silla started. "But ... I need them!", Santa complained. "We'll bring it all back soon enough!", the fairy shot back, and smirked. "Then, of course... the Wish Machine..." Santa gasped. "No way! That's a very powerful artifact! I can't let you ..."  - "Santaaa ... Remember your flirt with the Autumn Witch while your girlfriend was on that business trip...?", Silla asked casually. Santa blushed, and he hurried to put his fake beard on again. "That's simply not fair!", he whined, but the fairies were now sure he would give them everything they asked for. "And don't forget all those little devices you use for punishing the cocky kids! Strangely, you prefer to use them on good-looking teenage girls, right?" Santa blushed even more. "That's none of your business...", he mumbled, wishing the fairies would finally leave him alone. "What do you want with them? Nico James is a bit too old for such symbolic punishments..." - "Don't worry about that!", Camila smiled. "We'll tune the instruments a bit ... It will be more than symbolic, believe us!" Santa's eyes widened in fear. "Please ... don't do anything ... spectacular ... Be easy on that poor guy! If the company finds out I gave you those instruments ... they will hold me responsible" But the fairies didn't listen to Santa's complaints anymore.

“Okay, grab the size adjustment laser,” she said, nodding to the sleek silver contraption on the machine’s side.

Camila grinned as she reached for it. “This thing?” she asked, her fingers brushing the glowing handle.

“Yup,” Silla replied, her voice brimming with mischief. “It’s how Santa shrinks all those presents to fit in his sleigh. But I’ve got a better use for it.”

Camila aimed the laser at the sled parked nearby, a sleek, red contraption dusted with snow and powered by glowing, enchanted reindeer figures at the front. “Let’s make it fairy-sized!” she said with glee, pulling the trigger.

The laser emitted a beam of shimmering light, enveloping the sleigh in a golden glow. As the light faded, the sleigh shrank to a size perfect for the two fairies. Camila clapped her hands, her fiery wings shimmering with delight. “Now, this is what I call a ride!”

Silla buzzed toward the sled, grabbing a sack of “naughty kid punishers” from the machine’s storage compartment on her way. The sack jangled and clinked, its contents glowing faintly with magic. She plopped it onto the sleigh’s seat and patted it. “I’ll modify these on the way,” she said, her grin sharp. “We’ll need them to handle Nico.”

“Then I’ll drive!” Camila said, her wings fluttering with excitement as she jumped into the driver’s seat. She grabbed the sleigh’s reins, which pulsed with a faint, magical energy. “This is going to be fun.”

The two fairies climbed aboard, their small frames barely making a dent in the sleigh’s surface. Camila yanked on the reins, and the enchanted reindeer figures sprang to life, their hooves leaving trails of golden sparks as they leapt forward.

“Let’s go!” Camila shouted, her voice ringing with exhilaration. The sleigh shot forward, its magical glow lighting up the snowy landscape.

“BYE, SANTA!!!” they both yelled in unison, their voices carrying over the cold, still air. Somewhere in the distance, a faint chuckle could be heard—Santa himself, likely amused by the fairies’ antics.

The sleigh ascended into the sky, the North Pole shrinking behind them. Snowy peaks and ice-covered valleys blurred into streaks of white and blue as they gained speed, the cold wind whipping through their hair. The aurora borealis stretched across the heavens, its vibrant colors shimmering around them like a celestial highway.

“Nico will learn his lesson!” Camila shouted over the rush of the wind, her hands steady on the reins.

Silla smirked, her golden wings glowing in the dim light. “I have so many ideas,” she said, her voice laced with anticipation as she opened the sack and began rummaging through its contents. She pulled out a shiny, metallic rod with jagged edges and waved it toward Camila. “This one’s going to be fun. I’ll call it the ‘Egg Popper.’”

Camila laughed. “Let me guess—it’s going straight for his precious manhood?”

“You know it,” Silla replied, her grin wicked. “But that’s just the start.”

The sleigh zipped through the sky, leaving a trail of sparkling light in its wake. As they traveled, the fairies passed over sleepy villages, their snow-covered rooftops glowing faintly in the moonlight. Tiny humans shuffled about below, unaware of the magical journey happening above them.

“How does Santa manage to stay unseen?” Camila asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Silla held up a small vial filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid. “This,” she said, shaking it lightly. “A potion. Humans won’t see us once we drink it. We’ll be invisible to them, but we’ll still be able to mess with Nico. Perfect for what we’ve got planned.”

Camila snickered. “Oh, this is going to be a girl-power Christmas like no other. Punish the jerk, reward the girls. Santa should’ve been doing this all along.”

Silla nodded, her smirk returning as she tucked the potion away. “Exactly. We’ll teach Nico what it means to mess with women, and then we’ll deliver presents to Rebecca and every other girl he’s hurt. They’ll finally get the justice they deserve.”

The sleigh soared higher, leaving the snowy landscapes of the North Pole far behind. The terrain below shifted, the endless white giving way to sprawling cities and rolling hills. Glittering lights sparkled from skyscrapers, rivers snaked their way through valleys, and highways gleamed like ribbons of silver under the moonlight.

“There it is,” Silla said, pointing ahead. In the distance, a sprawling city began to emerge, its skyline dotted with towering buildings and neon lights. The words Welcome to Cockville blinked in bold, glowing letters atop a massive billboard at the city’s edge.

Camila snorted. “Cockville. Of course he lives in a place with a name like that.”

“Fits him perfectly,” Silla said, rolling her eyes. She leaned forward, her gaze narrowing as she spotted their destination—a gaudy, sprawling frat house nestled in the heart of the city. Its front lawn was littered with red plastic cups and discarded jerseys, and loud music thumped from within its walls.

“Ready, Camila?” Silla asked, her voice steady.

Camila tightened her grip on the reins, her fiery wings glowing brighter than ever. “Ready.”

The sleigh descended, the fairies brimming with determination as they prepared to teach Nicholas James the lesson of a lifetime.

 

"Ho Ho, come here to Santa, my little fairy!", Nico said to a slim blond girl who had caught his eye. The girl blushed, she couldn't believe her luck that the famous Nico James - the son of a billionaire AND the sport star of the college - spoke to her. Nico wore his usual polo shirt and jeans, but had a Santa-Claus-hat on his head, from under which his blond, slightly curled her looked out. "You don't look like Santa...", the girl said shyly, but she was irresistibly attracted to the smiling young man with his lively, clear blue eyes. "How do you know?", Nico asked. "Have you ever seen the real Santa? Probably it's just some loser in a fancy costume anyway! Gotta ask my dad - he owns some shares of the North Pole company ..." - "You're kidding me", the girl replied, feeling a bit offended. "I would never lie to an angel", Nico claimed. - "You called me a fairy just a moment ago ..."

"Isn't that the same? Anyway, come, sit here next to me ... and have some hot wine!" He blinked his eyes at her.

As the party went on, the girl didn't know whether she should be happy or shocked. She started to feel dizzy, and Nico's hands were everywhere on her body, he kissed her neck, and whispered naughty remarks in her ear ...

"Wait", she begged, when she felt his hand wandering under her skirt. "We don't really know each other ... And I've hear rumors ..." Suddenly, Nico's stare was cold and curious. "What rumors?" - "About ... some girls in the cheerleader group ... they claimed you were, uh, flirting with some of them ..." - "Stupid, jealous bitches!", Nico scoffed. "I wouldn't touch them, but probably they dream of it all day!" - "You don't ... have a girlfriend, you said?", the girl inquired. "I've been single for such along time", Nico said in a complaining voice. "I need some company, especially on Christmas ... Just be a bit kind to me, will you? Don't ask all those silly questions about those unfounded rumors! They're just spread by envious, mean people..."

The sleigh landed softly behind the frat house, its enchanted reindeer figures going still as Camila pulled back on the reins. The yard was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of music coming from the house. Snowflakes danced lazily in the air, and the faint glow from the house's windows spilled across the frozen ground.

Silla hopped out of the sleigh first, her wings fluttering lightly as she adjusted the Santa hat slung over her shoulder like a sack. The faint jingling of magical equipment inside echoed in the stillness. Camila followed, her fiery red curls glowing faintly in the moonlight as she scanned their surroundings.

Suddenly, a low growl broke the silence. A pair of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows—a dog, its hackles raised as it sniffed the air. Although the potion rendered the fairies invisible to humans, animals could still sense their presence.

“Uh-oh,” Silla murmured, freezing in place. “What do we do?”

Camila stepped forward confidently, crouching low and extending a hand toward the dog. “Relax. I’ve got this. I can talk to her.”

The dog tilted its head, its growling subsiding slightly as it sniffed in Camila’s direction.

“Hey there,” Camila said softly, her voice taking on a melodic, soothing tone. “What’s your name, girl?”

The dog blinked, tilting her head. “Nami,” she replied in a soft growl, audible only to Camila. “And what are you? I’ve never smelled anything like you.”

“We’re fairies,” Camila said, glancing at Silla, who was busy rummaging through her Santa hat. “We’re here to take care of someone. Do you know Nicholas James?”

The dog let out a low bark, her tail swishing. “Oh, I know him. He’s trouble. My owner warned me to stay away from him, but his scent is all over this house.”

“Does Nico have a dog?” Silla chimed in, unable to hear Nami’s responses but clearly eager for answers.

Camila nodded, relaying the conversation. “Yeah, he owns a male dog named Kent—like Superman. Nami says he can sense us.”

“Great,” Silla said, rolling her eyes. “Can’t you talk to him and, I don’t know, make him leave us alone?”

Camila shook her head. “Only female animals, unfortunately. Male animals? Totally uninterested in what I have to say.”

Silla groaned. “Of course. Well, let’s hope we don’t run into him.”

After a few more reassuring words to Nami, who agreed to stay quiet, the fairies made their way toward the house. They spotted a small hole near the kitchen wall, just large enough for their tiny forms to slip through. Silla squeezed in first, holding her hat-sack tightly, followed by Camila.

The kitchen was a mess—dirty dishes piled high in the sink, half-empty beer cans scattered across the counter, and an unidentifiable stench lingering in the air. The two fairies wrinkled their noses.

“Ugh,” Camila muttered, her wings twitching in irritation. “This is disgusting.”

“No wonder Nico’s a walking garbage can,” Silla said, peeking out from behind a cereal box. She spotted a group of frat boys lounging on a couch in the living room, their laughter echoing through the house. One of them chugged a beer while another belched loudly.

“Frat boys,” Camila said with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Hot, but disgusting. They’re like shiny trash bags filled with rotten food.”

Silla smirked. “Accurate.”

At the end of the hallway, Nico stood with his arm draped lazily around a girl, leading her toward a door.

“That must be her,” Silla whispered. “The girl he’s targeting tonight.”

Camila’s fiery glow intensified. “We have to save her. Look at her—she’s practically stumbling. He definitely drugged her.”

Silla’s eyes narrowed. “I need a weapon.”

She reached into her Santa hat, her fingers brushing against various enchanted tools until she pulled out a small arrow with a glowing blue tip. She held it up triumphantly. “This is a Sober Shot. Santa uses it on himself after too much whiskey.”

Camila raised an eyebrow. “Santa has a whiskey problem?”

“Focus, Camila,” Silla said, taking aim. “This will wake her up.”

She pointed the arrow at the girl, steadying herself as Nico opened the door to his room. Just as he stepped inside with the girl, Silla let the arrow fly. It zipped through the air, striking the girl—Ruby—on the shoulder.

The magic worked instantly. Ruby’s eyes fluttered open, her pupils returning to normal as the haze lifted from her mind. She blinked rapidly, taking in her surroundings. Her gaze landed on Nico, whose arm was still around her, and she recoiled.

“What the fuck—” Ruby began, her voice thick with confusion. She shoved at Nico, who looked startled by her sudden resistance.

Silla grinned and reached into her hat again, pulling out a sleek silver laser pointer. “Time for the big guns,” she muttered. The pointer glowed faintly as she aimed it at Nico’s groin.

The laser’s red dot appeared on his jeans, directly over his bulge. Nico didn’t notice at first, too busy trying to calm Ruby down.

Ruby’s eyes flicked to the laser dot, her brows furrowing. She glanced at Nico’s groin, then back at the dot, as if piecing something together. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her face.

“Blessed,” Ruby muttered under her breath. Then, with all the force she could muster, she drove her knee into Nico’s balls.

Ruby was surprised herself by what she did, she had no experience in self-defense so far. It was as if someone else had taken control over her, or at least told her what to do. She also didn't know where the laser dot had suddenly come from - maybe she was just fantasizing? Had it really been there? It didn't matter - the effect of her move was beyond her expectation. "HOOOAAAAGH!", the blond guy in front of her yelped, his face a grimace of surprise, shock and overwhelming pain, as if some grenade was exploding between his thighs. He staggered for a moment, clutching his hands over his bulge, and then fell to the floor. "Aaaargghhh... why ... why ... it's not possible ... how can you ... do that ... you should be ... aarghhh ..."

"What should I be? Drugged? Sleepy? Helpless? Willing to do what you want?", Ruby asked angrily, looking down at the writhing frat boy. Nico shook his head, but could only produce some choked sounds. Ruby made a disgusted face. "Seems that all those rumors were true after all!" She turned around, fearing the revenge of Nico or his friends, but just around the corner, she ran into two of Nico's frat brothers. One of them was a muscular guy with very short hair and brutal facial features, and the other one was a famous local podcast host whose name she had forgotten, a typical glamour boy. "Where are you going, sweetie?", the glamour boy asked her with a somewhat menacing smile. "No girl leaves this party before she's allowed to, right, Freddie?" - The muscle hunk nodded. Just then, Nico's voice could be heard from around the corner - obviously, he had recognized his friend's voice. "Brian! Stop her! She attacked me! Bring her to me! She must be punished!"

Ruby barely had time to step back before Brian, one of Nico’s cronies, grabbed her arm tightly. His expression was a mixture of rage and blind loyalty as he glared down at her.

“You can’t get away with hurting our leader!” Brian barked, his voice echoing through the cramped hallway. His grip tightened, and Ruby winced, trying to pull herself free.

Meanwhile, Camila and Silla buzzed through the air unnoticed, zipping from one shadowy corner to another. Silla’s wings glimmered faintly as she rummaged through her Santa hat for something useful. Camila, however, was drawn to a shiny gadget on that Silla pulled out while searching something. She snatched it up, grinning wickedly.

“Found something!” Camila called in a singsong voice. She held up the device triumphantly—a glowing wand-like tool labeled Clothing Remover 3000. “Oh, this is going to be perfect.”

“What does it do?” Silla asked, though her curiosity was quickly overtaken by suspicion.

Camila smirked, her fiery red curls bouncing as she aimed the tool at Brian. “Watch and learn.”

With a press of the button, a beam of shimmering light shot out and struck Brian square in the waist. Instantly, his jeans and boxers slid down to his knees, exposing him completely. The entire hallway fell silent for a split second, the shock rippling like an invisible wave.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Brian screamed, scrambling to cover himself with his hands. His face turned crimson as he stumbled backward, but it was too late—several girls who had been watching the scene from the edge of the hallway had already seen everything.

“Oh my god!” one of them shrieked, before bursting into laughter. “BRIAN’S DICK IS SO SMALL!!! HAHAHAHA!”

The laughter grew louder, spreading like wildfire. Another girl chimed in, clutching her stomach as she laughed. “It’s like… like a used pencil! Ewwww! How pathetic!”

Brian looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. His hands moved frantically to cover himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide from the jeers and cruel laughter surrounding him.

Camila hovered nearby, laughing so hard she almost dropped the remover. “Genius, am I?” she said between giggles, glancing over at Silla.

Silla was trying not to laugh too hard, her golden wings shaking with barely-contained amusement. “Okay, that was pretty good,” she admitted. “But I’ve got an even better idea.”

Camila tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”

Silla rummaged through her hat again, pulling out a sleek, metallic gadget that hummed softly with a faint magical glow. “This will make him itchy. Like, unbearably itchy. Watch.”

She turned her attention back to Nico, who was still doubled over from Ruby’s earlier knee to his groin. His face was contorted in pain, and he was muttering curses under his breath as he tried to recover. Silla aimed the gadget at him, specifically targeting his groin.

With a sharp zap, the magical beam hit its mark. At first, Nico didn’t notice anything, but then his expression shifted. He froze, his eyes widening slightly as a strange discomfort began to creep over him.

“What the—?” he mumbled, reaching down to adjust his jeans. But the itch quickly escalated, spreading like wildfire. Within seconds, Nico was scratching furiously at his groin, his movements becoming more frantic with each passing moment.

“C’mon, scratch your balls, Nico!” Silla muttered gleefully, her grin wicked as she watched him squirm.

The itching intensified with every second. Nico, whose balls still hurt like hell, shoved his hands in his boxers, and scratched his dick and balls desperately, but it didn't help. "Aaaaaaah! Someone ... help me! Noooo!", the tormented frat leader whined.  Meanwhile, his genitals seemed to be on fire, but every touch to his bruised balls caused another wave of pain and nausea running through his guts. He was forced to torture himself, and he just couldn't stop it! The onlooking girls wondered what he was doing, and some of them mistook his grimace of pain for a sign of ecstasy. "Is he ... rubbing his dick? Here ... in public?", a girl whispered to her friend. "That's gross!" Nonetheless, she put out her phone, and started filming the squirming boy on the floor.

 

Freddy, the muscle hunk, still had Ruby in his grip, but he was stunned, and his jaw had dropped when Brian's negligible manhood was exposed, and Nico seemed to frantically touch himself in front of them. "Time to get rid of that gorilla", Camila decided. She pulled out another magical device, a bent metal rod. "Wedgie hook", she read the pertaining description on its tag. "What the hell is that? Hmmm .... let's see!" She magically activated the device and directed it towards Freddie. The hook hovered behind him, slightly lowered his jeans, and got a grip on Freddie's underpants. With a sudden jolt, it pulled up the piece of underwear, and Freddie gasped in surprise as his balls were pulled back by it, and got jammed in the tightening fabric. Everyone's eyes widened as the yelping athlete was lifted up from his feet by the ascending hook. Freddie's manhood was trapped by his own body weight and the pull from the hovering hook. "AAAAAAH! Help! Let go of me!", Freddie cried, helplessly struggling and kicking. "That's comedy gold", Camila laughed. "Pure slapstick! Santa, Santa, Santa ... your methods are more naughty than I had thought! I wonder what surprises are still in store for us!"

Ruby doubled over in laughter, her voice ringing out through the hallway like a bell. She pointed at Freddy, Nico and Brian, her face red with amusement. “This is better than Netflix!” she exclaimed, watching as Brian scrambled to pull his pants back up while Nico kept furiously scratching at his groin.

“God, you frat boys are so dumb!” she added, wiping tears from her eyes. The other girls in the hallway joined in, their laughter echoing through the house like a chorus of justice.

Camila hovered nearby, still holding the itchy machine, her mischievous grin widening. “Silla, what’s next? I think we’re on a roll.”

Silla dug through her Santa hat again, her tiny hands rummaging through an assortment of magical tools. “Let’s see… Ah!” She pulled out a glittering device shaped like a golden horn. “The Alivement Shooter. Santa uses this to bring inanimate things to life—like teddy bears that offer kids warmth and companionship.”

Camila raised an eyebrow, her fiery wings flickering with curiosity. “You’re telling me that thing can make objects… alive?”

Silla nodded, a wicked glint in her eye. “Yep. But I bet we can find some creative uses for it.”

Camila cackled. “Oh, I’m so in.”

Silla glanced toward Nico, who was still frantically scratching himself. “I need to find something perfect to bring to life. You keep him busy.”

“Got it.” Camila zipped over to Nico, her laughter echoing through the hallway as she pulled out a pair of shiny magnets. She held up the first one—a magnet marked with an “S”—and grinned. “Let’s give Nico a little tug.”

With a flick of her wrist, Camila slapped the magnet onto the front of Nico’s jeans, where it clung snugly to his groin. Nico froze mid-scratch, his expression shifting from confused to horrified as the magnet’s pull began to activate.

“What the hell is this?!” he yelled, swatting at the magnet as though it were a bug.

“Relax, Nico,” Camila said sweetly, though her tone was dripping with mockery. “You’re just about to have the ride of your life.” Though Nico can’t hear that

She held up the second magnet—a matching “N”—and stuck it to her hand. With a mighty flap of her wings, she zipped toward Nico’s room, the magnet’s force pulling Nico along behind her. His feet left the floor as he was yanked forward, his body dragged helplessly down the hall.

“STOP THIS!” Nico shouted, his arms flailing as the magnetic pull grew stronger. But as he passed the frat house’s makeshift gym area, disaster struck. His legs spread wide in the air, and his groin collided with a low-hanging pull-up bar, eliciting a loud CLANG.

The frat boys in the hallway winced collectively, a few of them instinctively cupping themselves. “Bro, that sounded painful,” one of them muttered.

But it wasn’t over. Camila, still holding the “N” magnet, zipped into the gym and unscrewed a weight plate hanging precariously above Nico’s path. With a mischievous wink, she let it drop.

The 10-kilogram weight fell directly onto Nico’s groin with a dull THUD. He let out a high-pitched scream that could have shattered glass, his hands flying to his crotch as he collapsed to the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” Ruby screamed through laughter, clutching her stomach. “THIS IS TOO GOOD!”

The other girls roared with laughter, pointing and jeering at Nico and the other frat boys. Camila turned her itchy machine on the rest of them, zapping each one in turn. Soon, the hallway was filled with the sight of frat boys scratching their groins like a pack of deranged monkeys.

“Why is this happening?!” one of them wailed, his face red as he clawed at his pants.

“Looks like karma finally caught up with you!” one of the girls shouted, her voice laced with glee.

Camila, satisfied with the chaos, turned back to Nico, who was still groaning on the floor. The magnetic pull activated again, yanking him unceremoniously toward his room. He stumbled and tripped, his face a mask of terror as he crossed the threshold.

And then he saw it.

His room—once a shrine to his ego, filled with trophies, posters, and memorabilia—had come to life. The walls seemed to pulsate with a strange energy, and the objects within were anything but friendly.

The first attack came from his old football, the one from his very first game. It launched itself off the shelf and struck him square in the groin. He doubled over, clutching himself again as the ball bounced gleefully around the room.

Before he could recover, his helmet—polished and proudly displayed on his desk—sprang to life. It hurtled through the air, slamming into his face with a loud CRACK. Nico stumbled backward, dazed, and fell onto his bed.

But the worst was yet to come.

Silla’s tiny figure glowing with triumph as she aimed the Clothing Remover 3000 at Nico. With a single press of the button, his jeans and boxers vanished, leaving him completely exposed.

Nico’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what had just happened. “NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Before he could cover himself, a rustling noise drew his attention. He turned his head slowly, his face pale with fear.

A dozen condoms had come to life, their once-flimsy forms now sprouting fangs and glowing red eyes. They wriggled and hissed, slithering toward him like a pack of tiny, menacing serpents.

Nico screamed, his voice high-pitched and panicked. “GET THEM AWAY FROM ME!!!”

Silla and Camila hovered in the air, watching the scene unfold with gleeful satisfaction. “Oh, this is priceless,” Camila said, her laughter echoing through the room.

“And we’re just getting started,” Silla replied, her golden wings shimmering with delight.

Nico screamed in fear when the first condom had reached him, and snapped with its 'mouth' as if it wanted to swallow his dick. "Noooo - get away from my dick!" He aimed with his hand for the evilly hissing condom, only to get bitten by it. Its teeth were small but razor-sharp. "AAAAAH! OOOUUUW!" Nico looked in shock at his bleeding finger, and he forgot about the other little beasts who were coming closer. "AAAAARGHH!", he screamed again, as he felt his scrotum pinched by something, and then something was pulling on it! He heard some smacking and snarling sounds, and watched in horror as one condom was about to try to eat his left ball. So far, it had only some skin in its mouth, but it kept gnawing on his manhood. "No! Nooooooo!", Nico cried, and grabbed the condom. But he forgot that it was firmly stuck on his scrotum, and so Nico pulled on his own sack when he tried to remove it. "Shiiiiit! OOOUUUWWW!" He panicked totally when another condom bit in his right nipple, and more of the slimy little beasts came closer to him.

 

But his punishment got even worse, and even more humiliating. His baseball glove came to life, left its place on the wall above his bed, and hovered towards him. Nico didn't notice it, defending himself from the condoms, until he felt a hard slap on his ass! "OUW! What the hell... OOOUW!" The baseball glove gave him a merciless ass spanking, as if he was a misbehaving little kid, and it was surprisingly painful, given that there wasn't even a (visible) hand in there ...

“OWWWW!” Nico screamed, jerking forward from the impact. Another SMACK followed, then another, until the gloves settled into a rhythmic spanking that only added to Nico’s humiliation.

Camila was laughing so hard she could barely stay airborne, her fiery wings flickering erratically. “This… this is too much!” she wheezed, clutching her stomach. “He’s getting spanked by his own memorabilia!”

Silla, however, had her sights set on something else. She fluttered over to the corner of the room, where a sleek flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall. “Hey, Camila,” she called, pointing at the screen. “I think this is the connector Santa uses to communicate with kids.”

Camila raised an eyebrow, her laughter subsiding slightly. “You mean the Naughty-or-Nice Broadcast System?”

“Exactly,” Silla replied, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She reached into her Santa hat, pulling out a glowing crystal that hummed with magical energy. “Let’s give Rebecca and the others a front-row seat.”

She pressed the crystal against the TV, and the screen flickered to life. At that very moment, in Rebecca’s house across town, her television turned on unexpectedly. She sat up from her couch, startled, as the screen lit up with an image of Nico’s room.

Her jaw dropped as she saw the scene unfolding. There was Nico, completely naked, writhing on the bed as killer condoms attacked his groin and animated gloves spanked his bare behind.

“What… the actual…?” Rebecca murmured, leaning closer to the screen. But she wasn’t the only one watching.

In dorm rooms, apartments, and houses across the city, the same image appeared on screens. Every girl Nico had hurt—whether through lies, manipulation, or assault—was suddenly tuned in to his magical comeuppance. They couldn’t explain how or why they were seeing it, but their shock quickly gave way to laughter and vindication.

“Oh my God, is that Nico?!” one girl shrieked, pointing at her phone as the broadcast played.

“Serves him right!” another said, cackling as she filmed the screen with her own phone. “This is the best Christmas gift ever!”

Back in Nico’s room, the chaos continued. A marker, enchanted by Silla’s magic, floated toward the wall. It began to scrawl large, glittering letters in bold strokes:

CHRISTMAS GIFT.

Camila hovered nearby, grinning as she admired the writing. “Oh, this is definitely going viral.”

But before the fairies could revel in their triumph, a low growl echoed from the hallway. Silla and Camila froze, their wings quivering as the sound grew louder.

It was Kent, Nico’s loyal dog, a large German Shepherd with a powerful build and an even more powerful sense of smell. He trotted into the room, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air. Though he couldn’t see the fairies, he could sense their presence—and the magical chaos they’d unleashed.

“Oh no,” Camila whispered, her fiery glow dimming slightly. “It’s Kent.”

Silla’s eyes widened in panic. “You didn’t tell me he was this big!”

“I told you he could sense us!” Camila shot back, her voice rising. “And animals are the weakness of all magic. They can break through enchantments!”

Kent growled again, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he zeroed in on Nico’s thrashing form. The condoms, sensing the dog’s presence, began to hiss and retreat. Even the animated gloves froze mid-spank, their magical glow dimming in fear.

“We’re losing control!” Camila said, darting around the room. “What do we do?!”

Silla’s mind raced as she dodged a swipe of Kent’s massive paw. “I have an idea,” she said, her voice trembling with equal parts panic and determination.

She zipped toward Nico, Hovering near his groin, she pointed at the remaining condoms and shouted, “Scatter!”

The condoms obeyed, slithering away just as Kent lunged forward, his nose sniffing furiously. He zeroed in on Silla, his instincts leading him straight to the source of the magic.

“Come on, come on…” Silla muttered, flitting just above Nico’s groin. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but it was the only way to redirect the dog’s focus.

Kent’s growl deepened as he closed the distance. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, he lunged—his jaws snapping shut.

Silla darted upward at the last possible moment, her golden wings a blur as she dodged Kent’s attack. The dog’s teeth missed her by inches, but they didn’t miss Nico.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the room as Kent’s jaws clamped down on Nico’s dick. Nico’s face turned beet red, and tears streamed down his cheeks as he writhed in agony.

Nico cried in unimaginable terror, feeling Kent's sharp teeth piercing in his cock, the dog's hot breath over his manhood, and its rough tongue licking on his balls. His heart seemed to skip several beats when he expected his own dog would bite through his proud penis as if it was a soft white German sausage. But, luckily, the dog hesitated, feeling that something was off. Was his Master only playing with him? Kent decided to go soft on his new toys, this funny sausage attached to his master's body, and those two warm, wobbly egg-shaped balls - his master wouldn't like him to break those new toys at the first moment! Kent gnawed on those fleshy things, and moved them playfully in his mouth. Those toys smelled so much like his beloved master, he wished he could play with them forever. A memory came to the dog's mind: Hadn't some of the girls his master invited so often done the same thing? Taken his master's toys in their mouths, and played with them? Kent remembered he had been jealous when he watched it, and he also remembered his master had obviously enjoyed it a lot. Finally, his chance was there...

 

Nico was still squirming in pain, but he noticed with a sigh of relief that Kent wasn't about to bite him. "Kent ... good boy ... good doggy ... It's not a sausage for you ... Just leave me ... Let go of my dick..." Slowly and carefully, he tried to pull out his dick from the dog's mouth, sweating and shivering, and Kent snarled delightedly: Master was playing with him! He didn't let go of the toy, and bit it slightly harder. "AAAAAAH!", Nico whined, tears streaming down his face. The girls in front of their TV screens couldn't believe what they saw - Nico's dick inside his dog's mouth, his ass spanked red, some blood running from his right nipple, and his eyes full of fear. One girl misunderstood what she saw: "He lets his dog suck his dick?! Seems that perverted bastard can never get enough!"

The chaos in Nico’s room had reached an unimaginable crescendo. Kent, the loyal German Shepherd, still had Nico’s sensitive parts firmly in his jaws, growling softly as if he were chewing on a prized toy. Nico’s screams reverberated through the room, but to Kent, they sounded like encouragement.

In animal language, Kent mumbled through his bite, “Master always likes when girls do this to Master Nico. Kent loves Master Nico. But Master Nico is always playing with the girls. Maybe this is what Master Nico wants?”

Just then, the sound of claws clicking against the hardwood floor caught Kent’s attention. Nami, the sleek Labrador from earlier, bounded into the room. Her hackles were raised, her amber eyes fixed on Kent and the ridiculous scene before her.

“Nami!” Camila exclaimed gleefully. “You made it!”

Nami ignored the fairy, her gaze fixed on Kent and the unfortunate situation unfolding on the bed. In animal language, she barked sharply at Kent, “Let go of that pathetic white sausage!”

Kent’s ears perked up, his grip tightening instinctively as he growled in response. “No! That’s mine! Master Nico gave it to me.”

Nami rolled her eyes and padded closer to the bed. “I will get that white sausage,” she declared, her tone threatening.

Camila and Silla hovered nearby, both watching the scene with uncontainable amusement. “This is like a dog soap opera,” Silla whispered, her golden wings quivering with suppressed laughter.

Camila leaned toward Nami and grinned. “You’re doing great, Nami. Just keep it up.”

Nami’s gaze never left Kent as she barked, “Master Nico wants you to take that off, Kent. Trust me. You’re just making him more uncomfortable.”

Kent paused, his jaw still clamped tightly around Nico’s battered groin. “Master Nico really loves Kent?” he asked hesitantly, his growl softening.

“Of course he does,” Nami replied with a sly wag of her tail. “But if you don’t let go, he might not love you anymore. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Kent’s eyes widened, his jaw slackening slightly. “No… Kent loves Master Nico!” With one final crunch, he bit down harder, eliciting another ear-piercing scream from Nico, before releasing his grip.

Nico collapsed back onto the bed, sobbing and clutching himself. His face was pale, and his voice cracked as he cried out, “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”

Kent tilted his head, watching his master writhe in pain. “Why is Master Nico in pain?” he asked Nami innocently. “I thought Master Nico liked it.”

“Maybe next time, Kent,” Nami said with a shake of her head, stepping back from the bed. “Maybe next time.”

Kent let out a satisfied grunt, wagging his tail as he trotted over to the corner of the room, where he curled up like nothing had happened.

Nico, meanwhile, was in hysterics. He slowly lifted his hands to examine the damage and gasped in horror. His groin was a mess—swollen, bruised, and bleeding. His voice wavered as he whimpered, “No, no, no. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.”

Just as Nico thought he couldn’t endure any more humiliation, a soft rustling sound filled the air. His bloodshot eyes darted around the room, and he froze in terror as he saw them.

The condoms were back.

A dozen of them slithered out from beneath the bed, their glowing red eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Their fangs glistened, and their tiny rubbery bodies squeaked as they moved. The leader of the pack hissed menacingly, its fangs snapping as it leapt onto the bed.

“No! Not again!” Nico cried, scrambling backward. But his injuries slowed him, and the leader of the condoms landed squarely on his groin.

“This time,” it hissed, “we finish the job.”

Nico’s screams filled the room once more as the condom sank its tiny fangs into his already mangled groin. The other condoms followed suit, jumping onto the bed and swarming him like a pack of tiny, vengeful predators.

Instinctively, Nico decided to flee. The condoms were everywhere, most of them on his dick and balls, but also on his ass, his nipples, and one even hung on his lips. "AAAAAAAH!", the naked frat boy screamed, out of his mind, and ran out of his room, without wasting a thought about his nakedness. While he ran through the corridor, followed by his devoted dog Kent, he had an idea. To free himself from the bugs, maybe he could just jump into the pool in the basement of the frat house? He ran down the stairs, crashed the door open, undisturbed by the startled cries of the frat boys who were just enjoying the pool to refresh themselves from the party.  His frat brothers were shocked to see their screaming, naked leader covered by some strange white - or transparent? - worms that were apparently biting him. "Nico! What the ...", one of them started, but Nico already jumped into the pool. His idea was at least partly successful  - some of the condoms got detached from Nico, but that didn't keep them from searching for new victims. Swimming like fish, they found several new sausages (unfortunately in swimming trunks, but better than nothing). "AAAAARGHH!", the first frat boy screamed. "Something is biting me! It hurts! AAAAAH!" Chaos broke out in the pool as the water whirled and splashed, and one frat boy after the other started to scream his lungs out. Kent stopped in front of the pool, confused by what he saw. "Humans are weird! Now Master is playing with his friends in the water ... but everyone is playing with his own sausage and balls! It looks so much fun ... Wish I could be a human!"

And then, as if the chaos couldn’t escalate further, another sleigh appeared in the night sky.

It wasn’t the jolly, candy-red sleigh typically associated with Santa Claus. This sleigh was sleek and black, with an ominous glow radiating from its edges. Pulled by midnight-black reindeer with glowing red eyes, the sleigh descended smoothly, landing with an authoritative thud in the frat house’s backyard.

Out stepped Master Santa.

Unlike the cheerful, rotund figure most people imagined, Master Santa was tall and imposing, his long silver beard flowing over his dark, fur-lined coat. His piercing eyes scanned the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

The red-headed Santa—the one usually in charge of day-to-day Christmas operations—emerged sheepishly from the sleigh, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, hey, boss. So, uh… I thought I could handle this one on my own, but…” He gestured toward the pool, where Nico was now flailing desperately as the condoms circled him.

Master Santa raised an eyebrow. “I can see that.” He turned his gaze to Silla and Camila, who were still laughing hysterically in the air. “You two. It’s almost midnight. Wrap this up and don’t forget the memory charm. We can’t have the whole town remembering this chaos.”

Silla and Camila exchanged amused glances. “Yes, sir,” they said in unison, though their mischievous grins betrayed their reluctance to stop the fun.

Just then, Nico let out a blood-curdling scream from the pool. “NO! NOOOOOO!” he cried, pointing at something floating on the water. Everyone turned to look—and froze.

It was Nico’s penis.

The condoms had finished their grim work, and now the severed appendage floated aimlessly in the pool like a tragic rubber duck. Nico’s face turned as pale as the snow, his hands clutching his groin as he wailed, “MY DIIIIIIIIIIICK!”

Silla and Camila erupted into fresh fits of laughter, nearly doubling over midair. “Oh my God, this is priceless!” Camila gasped, clutching her sides. “He’s going to need a new definition of manhood after this!”

Master Santa sighed and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the condoms froze mid-motion before deflating and falling lifelessly into the pool. The chaotic scene stilled as the blood vanished, the damaged furniture restored itself, and the frat boys—still scratching their groins and screaming—collapsed unconscious on the floor.

“All right, cleanup’s done,” Master Santa announced, brushing his hands off. “Now, let’s make sure no one remembers this.”

With another snap of his fingers, a golden wave of magic swept through the house. One by one, the frat boys and onlookers fell into a deep sleep, their memories of the night erased. Only Nico remained awake, clutching himself as he rocked back and forth on the pool deck.

Silla fluttered over to the pool, her mischievous grin widening as she spotted Nico’s severed penis still floating in the water. “You know,” she said, plucking it out with two fingers and holding it up for inspection, “I don’t think he deserves this. He only ever used it to hurt women.”

Camila hovered beside her, smirking. “Agreed. Let’s keep it as a trophy.”

Master Santa raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Whatever you do with it is your business. I’m done here.” He turned on his heel and strode back to his sleigh, disappearing into the night with a flourish of his dark coat.

Silla tucked the severed penis into her Santa hat, her golden wings fluttering with satisfaction. “One last thing,” she said, pulling out a sleek, glowing device labeled Transporter. She pointed it at Nico, who was now lying on the ground, muttering incoherently about his lost manhood.

With the press of a button, the transporter activated, enveloping Nico in a swirl of golden light. In an instant, he vanished—reappearing moments later beneath a massive Christmas tree in the town square.

When Nico woke up, he was surrounded by confused onlookers, his groin empty and his screams echoing through the festive scene. “WHERE’S MY DICK?!” he shouted, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face.

But there was no explanation to be found. Only the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and the faint echo of laughter from two mischievous fairies.

Rebecca woke up on Christmas morning to the gentle glow of sunlight streaming through her window. The faint hum of Christmas carols drifted in from the streets of Cockville, and the crisp air smelled faintly of cinnamon and pine. She stretched, yawned, and shuffled out of bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Her living room was cozy and festive, the Christmas tree twinkling with lights and ornaments. Beneath it, a neatly wrapped box with shimmering gold paper caught her eye. It wasn’t there the night before. Curious, she knelt down and carefully tore away the wrapping.

Inside the box lay… a white sausage.

At first, she tilted her head in confusion. “What the heck?” she muttered, picking it up delicately. It looked oddly realistic, even for a novelty Christmas gift. Then, realization dawned on her.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. Is this…?”

It was Nico’s penis.

Rebecca blinked, then stared at the tree, as if waiting for someone to pop out and explain. No one did. She turned the object in her hand and then noticed a small tag attached to it. It read:

“Merry Christmas! Justice has been served. Love, your Christmas miracle team.”

Rebecca burst out laughing, her voice ringing through the house. She set the "gift" back in the box and placed it under the tree. “Thank you,” she said aloud, smiling brightly. “Whoever you are, thank you.”

Back at the North Pole

Silla and Camila sat on the snowy edge of Santa’s Workshop, their tiny fairy forms glowing faintly in the cold light of the Arctic morning. They were exhausted but exhilarated, still giggling over the chaos they’d unleashed the night before.

“Human men are really weird,” Camila said, shaking her head. “And that guy—Nico—he was just the worst.”

“I know,” Silla replied, her wings fluttering as she gazed at the distant horizon. “But part of me wonders… what would it be like if we were human? To feel everything they feel, to walk among them, and maybe… fix things like this on a larger scale?”

Camila tilted her head. “You wish we were human?”

“Sometimes,” Silla admitted. “Don’t you?”

Before Camila could reply, a deep voice boomed behind them. “Well, why didn’t you say so sooner?”

The fairies whirled around to see Master Santa standing tall, his dark coat billowing in the wind. His piercing eyes softened as he looked down at them.

“You two did more than I ever expected,” Master Santa said. “Cockville needed justice, and you delivered it. But now… I have a different purpose for you.”

He raised a hand, his fingers glowing with a golden light. “You want to be human? So be it. But there’s a cost. I’ll need to erase your memories of this place. You won’t remember being fairies, or working here, or even me.”

“What?” Silla gasped, her wings trembling. “But—”

Master Santa smiled gently. “You’ll still have your sense of justice, your bravery, and your hearts. You’ll become human, and you’ll live in Cockville as protectors—justice girls, as you call it. The world needs people like you.”

Camila glanced at Silla, her fiery wings flickering with uncertainty. “Do we… do we have a choice?”

“No,” Master Santa said simply, though his tone was kind. “The decision has been made.”

Before they could argue further, he snapped his fingers. Golden light enveloped their tiny forms, and in an instant, their wings vanished, their figures grew, and their fairy glow faded. They stood on the snowy ground, human now, wrapped in warm coats and boots.

The red-headed Santa approached, watching the transformation with a bittersweet smile. Beside him, Miss Lisa rested a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m going to miss those two,” he said softly. “They were the best fairies we ever had.”

Miss Lisa smiled. “They’ll do great things. Cockville needs them more than we do now.”

Master Santa turned back toward the newly human Silla and Camila, who were looking down at their hands in wonder, their memories of being fairies already fading. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly, before turning and walking back to his sleigh.

Christmas Day: A Festive Ending

Back in Cockville, the streets were alive with Christmas cheer. Children played in the snow, couples strolled hand-in-hand, and the smell of roasted chestnuts filled the air. Families gathered around their trees, exchanging gifts and laughter.

In Rebecca’s house, she showed her friends the "gift" she’d received under her tree that morning. They howled with laughter, passing the box around like a trophy.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” Rebecca said, raising a glass of eggnog. “Here’s to whoever made this happen.”

Meanwhile, at the frat house, the festive cheer was notably absent. Nico sat alone in his room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he stared blankly at the wall. His screams had quieted, but the look of sheer despair on his face spoke volumes.

Outside, the faint sound of carolers drifted through the air. One of the songs reached Nico’s ears:

"Joy to the world! The Lord has come…"

And from his room, Nico’s pained voice joined the melody—not in song, but in a tortured, agonized scream that echoed across Cockville.

“MYYYYYYYY DIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!”

Far away, in the cozy warmth of the North Pole, Miss Lisa and the red-headed Santa watched the scene through the Naughty-or-Nice Monitor. Miss Lisa shook her head with a chuckle. “And to think you were worried about them.”

The red-headed Santa smiled. “Well, it’s a jolly Christmas after all.”

As the night settled in, the town of Cockville sparkled with lights, laughter, and justice. And for Silla and Camila, newly human and unaware of their fairy past, it was the start of a whole new chapter—one filled with purpose, bravery, and plenty of hilarious chaos. Silla and Camila walked together as human.