MortalitasBorealis
Demon Girl
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This year , she was: Good
All you want for Christmas is: To become someone’s pet harpy!
“Yeah, they’re real!” The harpy smiled, approaching the sexy robot and letting Leah touch her wings if she so desired. It helped distract her from the scene of debauchery that Raja had so unwaveringly interrupted. Still, when the cosplaying elf started translating for her doggie partner, Fiona made sure to pay attention, as it seemed they were actually going to get some solid information.
So it looks like Santa was acting weird and particularly hostile when he disappeared? Odd, she wondered what could’ve caused jolly old Saint Nick to act that way? What’s most important though was that they now had a good lead on where he went. “I don’t know if I can convince Santa, but if not then I’ll ask Mrs. Clause, either way I’ll make sure you get a big juicy reward for your help!” The harpy promised, and with the doggie satisfied, the party soon made their way through the snowy woods towards a hidden house, where they were met with… an interesting sight.
Fiona blushed again as she examined the elves bound in their lewd positions, but her embarrassment swiftly turned to concern when she noticed the girls in bondage didn’t look very comfortable. She assumed that magical elves living in the North Pole would be immune to hypothermia, but still, better to free them and get them warmed up just in case. Did Santa do this…? No way, something’s wrong here.
“You two go on ahead, I’m gonna try to help the elves first.” The harpy proposed, making her way over to try untying the elves. This proved… more difficult than she first anticipated, considering her lack of hands. The talons of her feet were sharp enough to cut the cords, but she wasn’t confident she could do so without accidentally scratching anyone…
After at least cutting down the ones dangling from the air and helping them all huddle together to share each other’s warmth, Fiona decided she wasn’t the best suited for the task and went to rejoin the others first, entering the house to find… WOW. The harpy’s eyes grew wide and she could feel her heart pounding. Santa is… Santa is HOT, DAMN! She never thought she’d ever see the day where she’d fantasize for even the fleetest second about taking a ride on Jolly Ol’ Nick’s candy cane… B-But there were more pressing concerns right now, namely that there were TWO Santas, and both were tied up!
Having arrived later than her allies, Fiona stood back for the most part, listening to the two Santas’ defenses, though there were a few moments where she almost stepped in frantically, namely when the detective pulled a FUCKING GUN on Santa. Maybe her two companions were not as reliable as she thought… But how could she tell which one was the real one?
Yet, the more the two argued, the more something nagged at her mind, intuition and inconsistencies pushing her towards a conclusion. She did not think herself a genius, but if the alternative is her two partners getting ever closer towards the solution of just shooting BOTH of them, she should probably just speak up.
“Hold on, no need to go signing Santa’s death warrant… I think I know who’s the real Santa.” The harpy spoke, then pointed a wing at the second one. “Him.”
“Let’s look over the testimonies. First, the List. As the song goes, ‘He’s making a list and he’s checking it twice’, so you’d think Santa would need a list, but it’s already pretty clear that common perceptions here are… inaccurate. Afterall, I don’t think there’s any carols about kinky elves, horny dogs, or Santa being totally JACKED. Besides, how long would a list containing the names and wishes of every child on Earth be? I’m leaning more towards magical knowledge on that one.” Fiona began to reason. Santa #2 did note immediately that Raja was naughty this year… a statement now supported by her being so bold as to pull a gun on Santa as part of her interrogation, but he couldn’t have known that at first glance without, well, magic. Could it have been a lucky guess? Maybe, but there’s more.
“That said, even if the semantics might be wrong, I doubt something as fundamental as giving gifts only to nice kids can be false. It’s like half the point of the Santa story, encouraging kids to behave so they can earn a reward, fostering wholesome behavior as they grow up. The true Santa would uphold a principle like that. Saying that no kids can really be naughty… that’s just weird to me.” The harpy continued, looking suspectly at the first Santa. Something just seemed off when he said that, illogical, how he claimed only adults can do wrong.
“And there’s more. We know that the dog carried one of you here, and that whoever he carried was the fake one, considering the 180 in that Santa’s behavior, and that the fake Santa was carrying a large sack, but there’s no reason for him to be taking gifts with him if he came here rather than going on his delivery. Going by your testimony that the sleigh was missing and your elves were kidnapped, if what the fake was carrying in his sack were those tied up elves we saw outside... Then everything matches up. I think we can come to a sound conclusion from that. What do you think, detective?” Fiona turned to look at Raja, just the tiiiniest bit of smug in her tone and smile.
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