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Santa's squeaky helpers! (Christmas special)
🕑 Added 2025-12-26 14:00:55 +0000 UTC(Another year, another Christmas special! My rhyming’s still just as “good” as last year...so do forgive me for the crooked parts and non-rhyming bits! 😇😉)
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‘T was the night before first Christmas, as Kathleen tiptoed through Cyberon city’s streets, intent to avoid spending another Holiday between the twins’ simulated sheets. ‘They got me again last year,’ Kathleen thought. “But this year I’ll make sure they catch SQUAT~!” For Kathleen was prepared this year, as she’d been shopping and dressed herself in the thickest of snow gear. “Now if there suddenly comes some freak weather I can just ride it out,” Kathleen remarked with a smile. “Heck, I reckon even Jack would be impressed of my guile!”
Alas Kathleen’s confidence turned out to be short-lived, as when she rounded the corner she was surprised: A big group of “street elves” was awaiting her arrival, quickly crushing Kathleen’s hopes of survival. “Now girls I’m sure we can talk this out,” Kathleen pleaded. “I’ve just recovered from last year’s abuse, surely this isn’t needed!”
But unfortunately for Kathleen this request was met with a strike from the candy cane bat, her blackout all but certain as she fell down flat...
Awakening a few hours later, Kathleen was met with the sounds of something akin to an applicator. Groggily opening her eyes, she was met with another surprise. As she was covered from neck to toe in a thick rubber uniform, with only her head left to transform!
Looking around her in an anxious daze, she tried her best to make sense of the place. It seemed she was stuck in some sort of Christmasy factory, though it were not ordinary toys being produced in this manufactory. Instead it appeared that only life-sized rubber toy soldiers came rolling off the conveyor line, though it hardly made the place look more benign. “I need to get off this belt,” Kathleen cried. “Because if I don’t, my nice and quiet Christmas will be surely denied!”
And so Kathleen began her resistance, thought not much came from her persistence. As no matter how hard she tried, she could not wiggle even a toe. Leaving her standing still as a statue from the neck down, much to her woe. “Fuck, how am I going to get out of this,” Kathleen mused. “It’s almost like my skin and that rubber’s-“
“-FUSED?~”
The sudden voice made Kathleen looked to her side, and there stood two with grins wide. As the twins had snuck up to her from behind, clearly happy with seeing Kathleen in yet another bind! “Couldn’t resist coming back again?~” Eve mockingly said, gazing lustfully at the trapped redhead. “We were about to finish up this batch, but it looks like something almost escaped our catch. As it seems that your HEAD isn’t standardized yet, and that would leave use quite upset~”
“Luckily that’s easily corrected~” Zoe chimed in. “As we just need to SLAM PRESS that top with rubber, right to the BRIM!” Positioning herself next to a big metal lever, Zoe winked to Kathleen. “Anything left to say before we activate the machine?~”
“Uhm, could you please NOT do-“
“HMMMFGGGGHHH!!!”
But before Kathleen could even finish her thought, her head was soon clamped into something hot! As liquid rubber began pouring into the slam mold stuck around her top, quickly making her consciousness drop. “Oh I forgot to mention, but that headpiece comes with a ‘thought-steering device.’” Eve remarked. “It will make you nice and obedient, though at a small price. As it leaves you a bit mindless to say, though this Christmas we wouldn’t have it any other way~”
With a *HISSSS* did the mold retract, and as expected it left Kathleen’s head quite packed. As now another identical soldier stood, absolved from any form of personhood! “It’s a shame we can only keep you like this till second Christmas day,” Zoe mused. “Looking at you like this, I’d say this was how you were meant to be used...~” “But don’t you worry, for we will make AMPLE use of you in the meantime,” Eve said. “And especially during the NIGHT TIME~”
“But alas we’ve got a quota to meet, so we’ll have to wait a bit till we get that treat.” And with that did the two leave their new drone for the night, leaving the new addition alone in its mindless plight...
Though it did not need to wait long, as the twins soon came back on First Christmas day to string it along. Taking it with them wherever they went, and true to their word made use of it frequent. But on second Christmas day’s midnight did Kathleen’s woes once again suspend, as the holiday themed peril came to another abrupt end.
With a flash Kathleen felt her whole world spin, as she was dumped in one of Cyberon city’s trash bins. With her butt stuck securely in the opening, Kathleen tried to make sense of her sudden home-coming. Rubbing her temples, there was only one thought in her head as her brain tried reboot...
“Why do I feel the crazy urge to SALUTE...?”
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Happy holidays to you all!!! :3 🎁🎉🎉🎉
Link (all images + some postcard versions):
https://mega.nz/folder/FvhD2YbD#KntfkfMBRTfyiJnS7HfrDA
Yours truly,
Scriptor
Comments
mumbles
A belated Happy Christmas to you, Scriptor, and all the best for 2026.
Heras123
Very nice. And a fun little story
