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The characters in this Fan-Fiction story are not my own.

This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author’s expressed permission.

Originally published in Pleasures from the Pen

An SVU Ho-ho-holiday Tale

Olivia sat at her desk with her legs propped up showing off her stocking clad legs and her 2 inch heels. As a matter of fact, she was dangling one of her heels off her slender foot while chewing and sucking on a thick, round high-lighter. She had no worries of being observed, today was December 26th and she was just reviewing some recent victim statements. The big brass had staffing at a minimum until after the New Year. Olivia had just returned to the unit after spending some time with the FBI hunting for Eco-Terrorists. Being newly back, she had drawn the holiday duty. Serves me right for going off the way I did. It’s Boxing Day and I have nothing to fill my box! Olivia sighed; at least the tree-huggers had their fair share of muff-munchers, so she didn’t come back totally unsatisfied.

Olivia sighed again, back to the reports. She started to read a very detailed victim statement of a woman, one Emma Longstreet, a Victoria’s Secret Model who reported be raped by a guy in a Santa Claus suit while on a sleigh. That sounded strange in itself because it hadn’t snowed very much yet this year and the horse drawn sleighs weren’t even in service yet. Olivia read on…

“I was just leaving the Victoria’s Secret holiday party, you know at the 21 Club, and I was trying hail a cab when a cold blast of air blew up my skirt. I heard a lusty chuckle, kind of juvenile sounding and a sack was pulled over my head. It got strange after that. True, I had a few drinks at the party, but not that many. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was draped over the front of a sleigh that was pulled by a bunch of deer on steroids and some guy was fucking me from behind.”

 Olivia snorted with disbelief and went to refill her cup with that famous SVU coffee. She had already decided to file this report as a possible hoax, but decided to read on. Both her black heels had by now wound up loose on top her desk, she draped her long legs over the desk, leaned back in her chair to read more of Emma’s statement…

“I can describe the guy who raped me. He had a thick stubby cock, not very long, but very thick. What was he wearing? Distinguishing features? Oh, I see. Well I did look over my shoulder at him. He was dressed in a Santa suit, but not a cheap looking one. He wasn’t very tall, but then again he was kind of hunched over as he drove his cock into me. His eyes twinkled and I think he had pointed ears. No not like Spock, cuter. I just got a glimpse really, he started slamming into me and I had to hold on for dear life!”

 “It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of heights because the sleigh was not being pulled by the deer through snow, but through the air. Describe the deer? Why do I say that they were on steroids? Well, they had very muscular legs and really big dicks hanging down. And they were very excited too; their shafts were all red and oozing cum. Yes, I know I describe them better than the Santa guy, but some things just stick in your head. Did Santa ejaculate in me? Yes, he left a huge load in my cunt just before the sleigh touched down in front of some castle.”

 Murmuring into her coffee cup, Olivia expressed her disbelief in low tones. “Flying sleigh, magic castle… not in New York, maybe Disney Land but not in the Big Apple.” The statement continued…

“When the sleigh landed a bunch of ten year olds ran up. They were dressed in colorful clothes and I think they had pointy ears too. I pushed the Santa guy off of me and tried to straighten myself up. Jeeze, I mean they were just kids. He just laughed at me and turned to let one of the little girls start to lick the cum off his cock. I was about to say something when the sack was pulled over my head and I was carried away by lots of little hands. Oh, the places they touched, the things that they did. The last thing I heard was the Santa dude telling me to rest easy Mrs. Claus and enjoy, he had some deliveries to make.”

 Olivia uncrossed and crossed her legs; she knew what that feeling was. Damn, that coffee is running right through me. She slipped her legs off the desk and slipped her heels back on. There is no way I’m going into the restroom in just my stockings; I’ve seen how bad it gets in there. Olivia raced to the bathroom. She just had time enough to lower her panties and flop down on the toilet seat before the coffee flavored stream of hot piss sprayed from between her legs and turned the water in the bowl a rich yellow-brown. Olivia sighed in relief. That felt almost as good as cumming, almost. She pulled up her panties and rushed to get some more coffee and get back to Emma’s interesting statement.

“Enjoy? I woke up feeling queasy with a head ache and I was burning up. I tried to move my hands to wipe the sweat from my brow. My hands wouldn’t move. I opened my eyes to see that I was tied spread-eagled on some kind of platform. My knees were up and spread wide with my feet flat on the platform. Also I was naked. As the room came into focus, I heard giggling and saw some of the little girls sitting next to me also naked. And yes they did have pointy ears.”

 This story is starting to sound familiar. If I remember correctly it was just after the holidays last year when a woman came into the shop. She didn’t want to make a formal report; she just wanted to tell someone her story. It was a slow day and I listened to her story. That’s why Emma’s statement sounds so familiar. I’d better read more and see if the stories match.

 “There were two other things I noticed right away. The girls had mature looking breasts and vaginas. In fact, their outer labia were so distended that their cute inner lips were visible. The other thing was the way I felt. My tits were heavier and I had a bulge in my belly. Remember, I’m a model and I work hard to keep my tummy flat. It’s one of my most photogenic features”. The officer taking the statement had made a note about her stomach being flat, no bulge at all.

“The little girls were all looking at me and giggling. I could swear I saw and felt the bulge in my tummy twitch and grow. I started to repeat ‘No, no no’ under my breath. The girls all started nodding and one said ‘Yes, yes, yes. Why do you think Santa called you Mrs. Claus? You’re going to have his baby and we’re here to help. Surely you didn’t think that elves grew on trees? We live a long time, but need new elves and this is how Santa does it. And he loves the addition to his harem of cute little girl elves.’ I think I passed out again when I heard this.”

 “When I awoke again the little girls were all rubbing my even more swollen tummy with some cream. It felt so good and comforting that I dozed off again. Did I mention that this room was very warm, even hot? Well, it was.”

 “The next thing I know, I’m in pain and my knees are spread even farther apart. The pain didn’t last long and then there was an audible ‘plop’. I had just given birth to a cute little baby girl with pointy ears. She didn’t cry at all, just cooed as she was carried off in a silk blanket. The remaining little girls cleaned me up and rubbed that cream on my tummy again. I looked down and saw that my tummy was flat again and that I could see no stretch marks. I was happy because, as you know, I’m a model. Some little guys brought my clothes in and helped me get dressed. Again with the inappropriate touching. It felt nice, but I don’t do little boys.”

 “The gang of kids then led me outside where that Santa guy was back with his sleigh. The kids boosted me up on the sleigh into the open arms of the guy in the shiny red suit. He said ‘Thank you Mrs. Claus’ then hugged me and gave me a kiss, with tongue. I fully expected to be bent back over the front of the sleigh, but he sat me on the bench next to him and merely fondled my breasts all the way back to New York. Ever the gentleman, he dropped me off at my apartment, told me I was a good lay, put a finger aside his nose and flew off in his sleigh.”

 Wow, that’s amazing. Their experiences are so similar, go figure. Olivia pondered the implications. It’s not like I can go to Captain Cragen and tell him that Santa Claus is a pervert and rapist with a fat stubby dick. Even with this statement, he would put me on unpaid leave while he arranged a psych eval. This problem is definitely not one that S.V.U. can handle.

 Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong. Santa has always been known for making all the children feel good, he might also be doing this for just one woman every year. Hmmmmm… I could use some holiday luvin’. Is it too late to write a letter to Santa?

 © 2006 msboy8

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