Chrissy Masters the Silent Knight 3: The War On Christmas (Patreon)

A very old start, and entirely randomly did the second half today during a day off. Chrissy’s a delight, but working out exactly how to write a story for her can take more time than I’d like to admit for a yearly holiday-themed story. The sexy Christmas magical girl story continues as she finds herself with a bit of competition. A Halloween themed one and girls from other holidays were on the to-do list very early on, and hinted at way back in the last chapter I posted. The sexy finale was a relatively recent thought, but always figured these two would get along better than expected.

Couldn’t tell you why, but Christmas is a theme that comes up in a LOT of my ideas, and not just at this time of year. It’s just super iconic and full of figures and terms that only seem to apply to it, so it’s easy to invoke. That and food themes showing up in my stories a lot, while having no interest in stuffing or inflation stuff.

The story also loosely reminded me of an old idea I’ve had for a mockingly grimdark, Warhammer/Darksoulsy Christmasland RPG that I may end up turning into a regular book instead. I just really like writing about cultish Christmas fanatics and caroling war-hymns to the Godking Santa.

Chrissy’s next few days of holidays were surprisingly smooth. She had been through a few fights lately, sure, but for being assigned the duty of raising Christmas cheer on a global level proved simple enough. All people needed to see was a girl decorated like a festive stripper soaring over rooftops and being helpful to passing kids to get them interested in believing again.

Rudy was around to help the curvy Christmas spirit, but the tiny reindeer was getting used to trusting her on her own. Chrissy would giggle whenever he excused himself, knowing he was popping out to visit She-Krampus again. The giant goat-legged barbarian had taken a shine to him after he showed he could throw down with her during Chrissy’s battle.

“Hi there, sweetie! Merry Christmas!” she chimed happily.

She waved at a young boy who was holding his mother’s hand and staring at Chrissy while she walked down the sidewalk. The seasonal magical girl was dressed in her full costume, a festive mix of red and green. She was pale and curvy with a slight chubbiness around her middle, but her huge bobbing boobs distracted people from that. Of course, that was if they weren’t already distracted by the costume. Her sewn together green top was laced across her chest and a high red leather skirt. Thigh-high leggings, one red and one green, were tugged snugly a few inches below the skirt to show off some of her chubby pale thighs. Perhaps most notably, her red hair was now spiraled with streaks of white for a peppermint pattern, trailing down her twintails and topped off with a miniature Santa hat magically pinned into place.

The boy smiled and waved back. His mom paused and looked back at the peculiar and busty woman, blushing at the sight before she regrouped.

“Oh! You’re that woman they’ve been talking about on the news, right?” she asked happily.

“I… guess so?”

Chrissy hadn’t watched any tv (beyond her customary annual Christmas specials) or browsed social media (beyond her supporting her friends’ posts and sending holiday greetings), but it was suddenly not so surprising that people around the city would have started talking about her after all the holiday publicity she was firing up.

“I’m just your friendly heroine of the holidays! The Christmas cutie! The Christmas Spirit herself!  The Silent Kniiiight Chrissy!”

She struck a pose, hiking up one leg and winking as she stuck out a playful tongue. She gave a little flick of her hands to summon a tiny dusting of glittery snow, one of the more minor magics she could muster up on a whim without coming up with a Christmasy spell around it. The boy looked at her delighted and a few passerby oohed and ahed. She’d been working on her introductions enough lately to feel like she was really good at it.

“That’s so cool!” the kid gushed happily.

“Oh if you think that’s good… wait until you get a present under the tree. Which might be sooner than you think! Evergreen Giving!“

Chrissy thrust out her hands and a small Christmas tree popped out of the street corner. It quickly decorated itself with some lights and ornaments, and Chrissy grabbed the small sack at her hip. With a quick flick of the wrist, she tossed a small present from her gift-giving sack that landed neatly beneath its branches.

“Tada! Help yourself!” she chimed, confident that the magic bag knew just what people wanted, even more than she did herself.

Chrissy scanned the crowd, counting them out under her breath before tossing them a gift as well. “Annnnd you. And you, sir. And you!”

The nearby onlookers quickly grew excited at her free giveaway, tossing out a dozen or so presents. She could feel the cheer emanating off of them as she made their busy holidays a little easier with her powers (or just by bending over too far to give them a hint of a peek).

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From somewhere far off, a normally kindly woman frowned into a large snowglobe. It sat on her desk, and apart from the view requiring a flurry of snowflakes floating by at all times, it let her see anything she wanted. She had silvery gray hair but motherly, or rather milfy features given her ageless form.

“This is positively sleazy. Did you see what she was wearing in front of those children?”

“Yes, Mrs. Claus,” Tinsel confirmed.

Her pink-haired elf underling found it best just to reply with that most of the time. The tiny secretary wasn’t sure why she was so concerned with the big man’s new plan to drum up holiday spirit, but she didn’t want to risk her job over it. Even if that meant making some shady runs for her.

“She-Krampus has vanished off the radar. Jaqueline Frost turned tail and fled. Queen Kole keeps turning down my offers…”

Mrs. Klaus scoffed firmly.

“I’m starting to think that she has more Christmas spirit than I was prepared for. It’s obvious we need to get some help from outside my husband’s and my domain.”

“Yes, Mrs. Klaus?”

“We’re not the only holiday in the game after all. It’s time for us to bring in a ringer. Go tap into my candy reserve and transfer half of it to this account with this message.”

She scribbled something out and slid it over to Tinsel.

“She’ll know what to do with this meddling tramp.”

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Chrissy posed for another selfie with someone her boobs mashed against their side just like they’d hoped. She waved goodbye as another smiling man came by.

“Hey there. I wanted to check in, and just tell me if it’s too much. But I’m behind on rent and I’m about to get evicted. I don’t suppose you have anything in that little bag of yours, do you?”

Chrissy blinked at him blankly. “I… I don’t know if gifts work like that. Let me check if there’s anything in…”

She reached in and took out a slip of paper. She frowned as she looked it over then passed it off.

“It says here… there’s a deed to a house? It might be made of gingerbread, but I guess that would solve your rent problem…”

She passed it off to the man who read it over. “Oh! Yea, I guess so. I can move right out then.”

He laughed as he tucked it under his arm. Chrissy started wondering just how much she could do as she started to expand the limits of her powers.

“And to think I was about to sell my soul for that…”

Chrissy’s eyes widened. “Sorry?”

“Yea, well I found this other crazy-dressed girl a couple blocks down. I thought about it but I figured I’d shop around. If there was one Faustian bargain thing going on… got to keep my soul and everything!”

“Um… would you mind pointing that out to me? I’m just curious…” Chrissy pried.

If nothing else, there were magical holiday hitmen after her. She hadn’t even heard of magic being real until recently, so she doubted it was unrelated.

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Chrissy arrived in front of a deep dead end alleyway. She made sure she had all her artifacts handy before she stepped inside, assuming that the magical offerings had to be from another supernatural being. She entered warily, waiting for another ambush from an ice troll or whatever, but it never came.

The temptress made no attempt at hiding herself. A bright orange banner hung over her head boasting “Free candy with consultation!!” in cheesy lettering. A grinning ghost was printed on either side of it above the tan-skinned young woman.

Sitting on one of several large beanbag chairs shaped like candy corn, she had her legs crossed with orange and white striped leggings. She wore black, high-heeled boots much like Chrissy’s and a green and orange-striped skirt. She wore suspenders over an orange crop top with a cartoon bat stretched across her small and perky B-cups, exposing a thin and taut stomach below. She had short black and blonde-streaked hair beneath a broad witch’s hat with a long, spiraling point. Mismatched, purple and green eyes blinked calmly at Chrissy.

“I guess you’re not here for the soul thing,” the Halloweeny young woman assumed, eying her up with a bland, uninterested look on her face.

“Yea, no thanks. I’m chock full of Christmas spirit. I just heard you were buying souls and that didn’t sound…”

“Oh shit! The jig is up!”

A high but gravely voice cut in as a small jack o'lantern flew out from behind her. Its eyes were wide, the glowing holes in its head constantly shifting and sculpting along with its talking and expression. Its body was a vague, foot-tall blob of a ghost, pale green with two little nubs for arms.

“Calm down, Punkin,” the low-energy girl sighed.

“YOU calm down Punkin!” the pumpkin ghost shrieked accusingly. “This is always the problem! Halloweeners is an oppressed minority that-”

“Stop calling us that,” the colorful girl next to him calmly warned while still showing her annoyance.

“-and Christmas is always there steppin’ on our toes and gettin’ up Halloween’s ass! I was in a store where I could hear Monster Mash out of one ear and Frosty the Snowman out the other! That make any sense to you!? We can’t get any space, I tell ya! How are we supposed to compete with that!? We got candy against presents!”

Chrissy watched the ranting and bickering between the two strangers, finally raising a finger.

“It’s uh… ten days until Christmas. You have to give us that,” she pointed out.

“It’s the principal!” Punkin ranted, kicking his little sheet of a foot in the air.

The spooky magical girl gestured for him to stop and looked back towards Chrissy.

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. I’m Holly Wean, the Spooky Spirit of Halloween.”

She gave Chrissy a small nod. The pudgy holiday girl smiled to see she was behaving a lot more reasonably.

“I see… well I’m Chrissy Masters. Apparently Santa chose me as the Silent Knight. The Knight in Santa’s Service. The gift that keeps on giving…”

Holly pursed her lips in a crack of a smile. “Well… they sure like to pick us for our puns, huh? Sounds like you had all the good ones though.”

Chrissy giggled as Holly stood up.

“But it sounds like I’ll have to take you down and take your powers to save Halloween.”

Holly gave an expectant gesture out to her side. A streak of black mist flowed out in either direction from her hand before suddenly solidifying into a wooden scythe with a skull where the tip met the blade.

“You really don’t,” Chrissy insisted with an uneasy smile, but she backed off and linked up with her magic in case shit went down.

It certainly did as Holly leapt at her with shocking speed. She brought the long weapon back and swung it towards Chrissy, the thin blade shooting up sparks as it swept across the pavement of the alley. Chrissy squeaked and threw up her hands, conjuring a three foot long candy cane into them and blocking the strike with a surprisingly metallic clang.

“So they actually taught you how to fight,” Holly noted as she leaned in close, weapons locked together as they were.

“Taught’ is a pretty strong word for it,” Chrissy admitted.

The Halloween girl raised a boot into Masters’ tummy, winding her and knocking her back a couple paces. Holly twirled her scythe around, still stone-faced as she held out a hand in her direction.

“Boo Beam,” she said stoically as her palm glowed a dull purple.

It fired a beam the size of a dumpster at Chrissy, forcing her to jerk to one side to dodge. It still struck close enough to home (and her boob) to singe away the side of her top, making one of her breasts threaten to fall out as the pale orb jiggled. Holly seemed to pause and stare at it, giving Chrissy a moment to counter attack. She grabbed her Three Spirits Amulet and gave it a tap, slowing and freezing the rest of the non-magical world around them. As soon as she had that in effect she threw out her hand and a spell of her own.

“Carol of the Bells!” she called out as two large silver bells appeared over Holly’s head.

The spookier magical girl looked up curiously, then leapt back as they clashed together. The sonic shockwave that hit where she had just stood blew a couple inch crater into the ground.

“Not bad. Stalking Dead! Rise!”

Holly rapped the butt of her scythe on the pavement and glowing cracks shot through it. When they reached Chrissy’s feet, glowing skeletal hands reached through them to grab and pull at her outfit.

“EEP! I should have known your magic would be pervy too!” Krissy squealed as the hands tore strips off her skirt, socks and top.

She kicked at a few of them, making them recoil while just pulling off more of her costume. She kicked off in a super strong leap, letting them take half her outfit with them. She landed on the rooftop overhead, one arm over her chest to keep her boobs from jiggling right out. The tears already had her doughy flesh oozing out through the surprisingly sturdy cracks.

“You asked for it… welcome to Tinsel Town!”

Chrissy gestured at the air and streaks of silvery tinsel burst out of the walls of the alley below. They lashed out and wrapped around Holly’s limbs and waist, suspending her off the ground. The witchy girl looked unphased, even as the awkward angle flipped her upside down and spread her legs out to flash the orange and black thong beneath her skirt. She gave a small sniff of recognition before she gave a few skilled swipes of her scythe, freeing herself again. She landed on all fours, just to notice the bright blue objects scattered around beneath her.

“Frosty Mines!” Chrissy announced as they erupted in a burst of chilly air.

Holly moved to block herself but it covered her in ice up to her stomach, freezing her in place. She wiggled in place, making her perky chest wobble around.

“That’s it! You got ‘er, Chris!” Rudy cheered as he floated safely out of reach.

“That’s nothing! You got this, Weener!” Punkin shouted from nearby.

“Oh back off, ya dolled up napkin. My girl’s the real deal!”

“You’re askin’ for a shot to the jingle bells there, ya rednosed dork?”

“I just hope your favorite song is Smashin’ Pumpkins… I mean band! Fuck! Whatever!”

The runty reindeer tackled his rival mascot and the two quickly entered a clumsy slapfight in their own midair, miniature battle. Nearby, Holly pulled one of her arms free, cracking through the binding  ice. Chrissy winced a little as the chilled, cold young woman looked up at her.

“You’re holding back,” Holly pointed out to her calmly.

“Well I’m not HOPING for a fight here,” Chrissy admitted.

“Christmas is about being together and giving to one another. Not blowing each other up! Except that time with George Washington, but that’s a whole thing. But I don’t get why everyone wants to fight me over it!”

Holly leapt up to meet her, drawing back a fist. A bunch of white energy appeared around it before solidifying into one huge boney fist wrapped around her own.

“Because you’re in the way. Spooky Scary Skelepunch!”

Chrissy barely avoided the strike, but it hit hard enough to send her flying from the explosive impact with the rooftop. She squealed and went flying as the last of her flimsy clothes went flying off with her. She clumsily flailed her way into landing back on her boots as the last remains of her costume besides her hat. She caught her breath as she flicked out a finger towards Holly.

“Black Christmas!” she declared as a sudden trapping dome of darkness surrounded Holly.

The captured rival didn’t respond for a moment before a quick slice of her scythe pierced through. Holly stepped out calmly as the darkness faded, but her eyes were wide with surprise for the first time since Chrissy had met her.

“Wait a second… you know Black Christmas?” she asked with more sincerity and interest she’d shown so far. Chrissy looked surprised but nodded.

“Sure… Christmas is Christmas. I know people talk about how Die Hard and Gremlins are Christmas movies, but people don’t really want to address the scary movies. Krampus, Santa’s Slay, Silent Night…”

“YES!” Holly gushed, grinning from ear to ear.

“They’re so cheesy but that’s half of what you’re there for with a slasher flick! Did you see the shitty one about the public domain Grinch killing everybody!?”

“No! Omg, they all scare the heck out of me but I can’t help but watch!”

The girls gushed over scary movies for another minute, happily babbling over some common ground. They even seemed to forget that their already skimpy outfits had been nearly blown off their bodies.

“OH! And Nightmare Before Christmas! Perfect movie!” Holly blurted.

“YES! Yesyesyesyes! It’s so sweet but spooky and weird and all the craftsmanship! It’s just the absolute-”

“PERFECT FUSION OF CHRISTMAS AND HALLOWEEN!” the girls chimed together.

They found themselves squealing with delight, grabbing each other’s hands and jumping up and down. They quickly forgot about their battle, at least until they heard the heavy thumping from back down in the alley. Chrissy paused long enough to peek over the edge, seeing that their magical helpers had gone all out. Rudy was back in his overgrown, bestial reindeer mode while Punkin had become a large, spindly figure of wooden sticks and a flaming jack-o-lantern. They were slamming each other around the alleyway as Chrissy winced, hissing through her teeth.

“We should probably…”

“Yea,” Holly agreed.

The monstrous forms of their sidekicks reared back for another attack when they came leaping down on them. Chrissy tackled right into Rudy, squashing her big boobs into his face and toppling him over underneath her. Holly dropped herself hips first, sitting on Punkin’s face and flattening him back to the pavement.

“Knock it off,” the Halloween girl warned. “Me and big boobs worked it out.”

“Was that what you were calling me?” Chrissy asked, breaking into a blush.

“Don’t take it personally. You know it’s true.”

Punkin shrank back down, looking distraught out from behind Holly’s ass.

“What!? But we need this! Halloween’s been hurtin’ for that Halloween fear in the face of

Christmas cheer. We’re supposed to get all that built up magic for ourselves,” the little ghost groaned.

Chrissy rubbed her chin, wracking her brain. If there was ever an expert at perfect gifts and Christmas miracles, it was her.

“Well I can’t exactly let you eat me or whatever…”

Holly coughed conspicuously, blushing herself.

“...but if all you need is people’s attention, I think we could do a little Christmas Halloween fusion of our own. How about you reach out to your customers (and give them their souls back) and I’ll put the word out to all the people I’ve been in contact with, and we can arrange a little something…”

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Between the two of them, arranging the show was a piece of cake. They summoned a theater in an abandoned lot and spread the world of a free show for anyone who felt like some spooky Christmas cheer with a Halloween flair. It was free to see, but there was a large donation jar for Kids On Kristmas and any money that was thrown on stage would go towards the charity. The decorations were a matching blend of Holly and Chrissy’s respective seasons, from snowmen made of pumpkins to gingerbread ghosts to giant skeletons decorating the building with Christmas tree lights. It had been a trend recently, but nobody could quite figure out how they got the bony “animatronics” to move so smoothly. Or how they turned to wink at people now and then with their glowing sockets.

The people packed into the theater, and Chrissy made an especially happy note that everyone was polite and generous with sharing the seating. She realized they should have mentioned the show being 18+, but it wasn’t like Rudy and Punkin watched the entrance that closely anyway. She looked to Holly from behind the opposite curtain, nodded, and signaled Rudy. The tiny reindeer hopped on top of the play button on their stereo as Punkin popped on some headphones and started DJing the show. The sound of jingle bells played as All I Want For Christmas Is You started playing.

Chrissy strutted out in a big red Santa coat going down to her hips. She smiled and waved to the crowd cheerily, bobbing to the music and dancing about a bit. When the music hit a peak, she threw the coat open to reveal she was in nothing but her boots and skimpy, bright red lingerie underneath. The audience hooted for the show as she shook her thick hips, making her curvy body jiggle around as she smiled even brighter. She tossed the coat off, twirling it overhead before throwing it aside and bending over to cup her tits for the crowd. She blew them some kisses and teasingly ran a hand over her breasts to keep stripping.

Instead, a sudden scream queen of a shriek cut the music off. It made the audience jump as a thumping club remix of This Is Halloween interrupted it. Holly strode out with her usual cold expression back on. She was dressed in a bunch of black leather belts around her tits, hips and crotch with her big witch hat still on. The audience’s surprise turned to delight as she cocked her hip, really working her tan and more slender figure. Chrissy pretended to look shocked as she backed off, letting Holly take center stage instead. She held out a hand and muttered “Pumpkin Vine” under the music, summoning what was effectively a long green whip into her hand. The audience had no idea how she pulled off the “stage” magic as she cracked it on the stage, stretching it out before she looped it between her legs and ground on it in a flossing gesture to steal the show.

The show went back and forth like that, with each girl stealing the spotlight and the soundtrack. Chrissy threw out her hands, conjuring a burst of snowflakes to fall over Holly. She was stunned as Chrissy came back out to Santa Baby, gyrating her hips and peeling down her top of her lingerie. The audience went nuts to see her huge boobs flop out, even cupping one to lift it up to her face and lick her hard nipple. With a snap of both sets of fingers, she conjured a large candy cane to grow out of the middle of the stage. She grabbed it and twirled around like a stripper before she looped her legs around it, dangling upside down and shaking her tits for the audience as they dangled in her face.

Holly cracked her knuckles and clapped her hands. The noise boomed as a group of skeletons arose behind her. A remix of Spooky Scary Skeletons played as she turned and shook her ass, the skeletons acting like her backup dancers. The audience cheered for her as well as her black leather rode deep up her ass. She ended up raising her arms and the skeletons dutifully stripped her of her clothes, leaving only the hat on her. She turned to face the audience completely naked, biting her lip as she ran her hand over her pussy as she stared down the audience. With a getsure, the skeletons raced to catch her as she sat back down. Her bare ass landed on one of their faces as the others coordinated to form a human chair beneath her. Holly looked over at Chrissy with a confident “beat that” smirk on her face.

Chrissy puffed up her cheeks in a defiant huff. Some jingle bells over club music played abruptly as she pulled down the last of her lingerie and bent over, twerking her big butt for the fans before shaking it into the seated Holly’s face. The tan Halloween girl flailed around in surprise as she got a big faceful of her pale partner’s cheeks, though she let herself nuzzle in deeper between her buns that she really needed to. She slapped and pushed at her cheeks before she managed to shove her away. Holly fumed at her and pulled on Chrissy’s hair, bringing her down to her knees before she turned and shook her own tight ass into the Christmas magical girl’s face.

The audience went wild for the sexy rivalry they were witnessing as Holly sat back, pinning and grinding on Chrissy’s face. She gyrated her hips to rub her butt over the chubby girl’s lips, smirking proudly at the audience. She suddenly went wide-eyed and gasped, putting a hand up to her mouth to play up her staged shock. She jumped up enough to show as Chrissy sat up with her, keeping her face buried in her hips and visibly taking long licks of her pussy. Holly’s cold demeanor broke as she started to moan, spreading her legs to let her get in deeper. Chrissy took her by the hips and turned her around, burying her face in a deep and heavy makeout session with the tan girl’s slit. Her tongue flicked between her folds and under her swollen clit, curling her tongue to cradle and rub it between it.

The girls both paused in their sexy competition and met each other’s eyes. The music stopped completely, then turned to Making Christmas to show their compromise blooming. They stood back up so that Holly could leap into Chrissy’s arms, catching her by her hips so the thinner girl could wrap her legs around her chubby middle. She held her up and kissed her, mixing the taste of her pussy in with her tongue. The audience erupted at their kinky cooperation as Holly groped at Chrissy’s thick tits and ass with her eager hands. The redhead showed a bit of her magical strength by lowering and lifting Holly, grinding her over her body. It let their breasts squash and slide together while rubbing their pussies together, giving the audience a view of their suspended tribbing that made them both gasp and moan.

Chrissy set her down to stand on her own two feet. Holly bit her lip and turned around, clearly getting into the show on more than one level. She thrust up her hips, bumping her butt against the redhead’s much bigger booty. They ground and twerked against each other, comparing as Chrissy’s big pale buns were pushed around and molded by Holly’s smaller, tighter ass. They shifted their hips around to let the backs of their pussies grind together, teasing each other until they turned around to kiss each other over their shoulders. Even as they made out, tongues rolling around outside their mouths, Chrissy gestured at the air and summoned a long, double-headed candy cane. Both ends ended in a crook as she lowered it between her legs, passing the other end under her into Holly’s waiting hands. Magical as it was, it was measured out perfectly to crook back up into both of their pussies like a curved double dildo.

The girls gasped and moaned, grinding on the two-sided cane. It rubbed smoothly around inside them, and every time one thrust into it, it pulled on the other end to give the other girl a surprise rub. Chrissy held one of Holly Ween’s hands, the other playing with one of her plump tits as she stood slack-jawed with arousal. Holly was panting and shivering, finally breaking into a violent shudder as she moaned and squirted all over her end of the peppermint dildo. It glistened with her juices as she humped hard enough to slip off it. Her freed snatch spurted a few more times as she slumped back against Chrissy. She couldn’t help but wander around her in her cum-drunk stupor, groping the Christmas girl’s breasts from behind. She leaned her head under one of the shocked and horny redhead’s arms, catching one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She sucked on the enviably huge tit greedily, getting Chrissy to moan louder and hump harder against her holiday sex toy. The handsy Halloween girl pushed her over the edge, making Chrissy’s legs and eyes cross as she gushed a sloppy orgasm all over the candy cane. The audience cheered on her arousal as her tongue rolled out, drooling and cumming all over herself as she clutched the candy cane hard enough to break it in half between her legs. She crumbled to her knees, eyes rolling in her intense, embarrassing amounts of arousal. Both girls finally flopped to the stage, sexually drained with Holly smushed under Chrissy’s big boobs as her chin rested on her own cleavage. Chrissy managed enough focus to gesture and conjure a magical curtain of wrapping paper with “That’s a wrap!” written across it. It wasn’t hard to hear the eruption of cheers and the clatter of donations hitting the stage and tip jar.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” Holly chuckled wearily from her spot underneath Chrissy.

Chrissy planted another deep kiss on her lips.

“Happy Halloween,” Chrissy giggled back.

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Shortly after, Mrs. Claus was fuming back at the North Pole. She looked over her latest scroll.

“Christmas cheer is up, AND somehow Halloween spirit is on the rise!? What are these idiots doing out there?!”

Her secretary Jingle winced. The missus had only kept her mouth shut around the boss himself. Santa’s plan to imbue some magic into this magical girl project (aka Operation Silent Knight) had really done the trick, but Mrs. Claus was none too happy about the kinky, seemingly desperate move. Jingle couldn’t argue with the results, but the white-haired beauty was pacing in her office after the last effort to bait Halloween into foiling the plan had failed. It turned out the avatars had a lot more free will than she was expecting and they just worked it out like… like human beings!

“Looks like the big man’s plan’s working,” Tinsel noted as neutrally as she could.

“So what?! We’re making Christmas sexy now? It used to be about judgment! A flash of light and color in the times of darkness. Not… pops songs and funny hats on strippers!”

The missus paced a bit more before pointing at her flustered secretary.

“Call in that favor from Cupid! If Halloween can’t do it, then their Lady Valentine should be able to. If not… I don’t care who does it, but find somebody put a stop to this slutty plan of his!”

“I mean, this Masters girl seems to be working pretty… er, never mind, ma’am,” Tinsel muttered, clearing her throat and scuttling off to find someone else to redirect that Christmas cheer. Not that she’d ever tell her boss, but Tinsel felt quietly happy that the new girl was sweet enough that even someone as dark as the autumnal magical girl had gotten charmed into helping each other out and turning each other on.