"Max! Fetch me my sedatives!"
My teeth ground in frustration at the fact that every year- this horrible time of year, everyone was in a celebratory state while my trauma was gnawing at me shamelessly.
The Grinch, they call me.
My name is actually-... well, it doesn't matter now.
Simply because nobody has bothered to ask me.
No.
Instead they secluded me, isolated me, and made a mockery of this name that I had no choice but to live by.
Anger swirled in my chest, pouring out of my heart that was evidently two times too small and flowed rapidly into my veins.
"MAX!" I yelled violently.
The air of the room dampened and constricted against my thoughts.
Memories of that fateful day run rampant in my mind.
I needed something, and I needed it now.
Pushing myself off the bed, I watched Max scramble through the piles of mess- maybe in search of the sedative.
"Dumb dog," I seethed angrily.
My eyes snapped away from the frantic thing and my legs trotted to the bath area.
Sifting through piles of useless things, I snarled at myself.
How in the world could I be out of sleeping pills?
There has to be something somewhere!
An anxious feeling began to creep up on me as I heard music in the distance. My breath began to quicken, I maybe even twitched once or twice.
What do I do? I need to do something now.
Barreling to all the windows, I shut them close- locking them for extra measure.
I had to risk going to bed without the added punch.
Sighing heavily, my head slumped down to look at my hands. They were clenched and much harder than my teeth.
If that was even possible.
Sitting in the mucky chair that wafted aggressively, The Grinch stuck his hand under the cushion in order to pull out a folder.
A few things slid out of it, and all of them were pictures of Martha May Whovier.
Sucking in his breath, which was almost regrettable as he didn't have the best smell- the Grinch felt infatuated with the images of that woman.
Biting his lip hungrily, he spent years craving her.
A jealous pang stabbed him in the chest.
She was another thing Mayor Augustus MayWho stole from The Grinch, not simply his Christmas Spirit alone.
She belonged to me.
Closing my eyes to the vision of her, ready and waiting.
He grabbed at this cock, softly at first.
Imagining it was her red gloved hand wordlessly begging him to allow her to do more.
But The Grinch wanted to take his time with her... she would be gone as soon as he opened his eyes.
Time faded away as The Grinch hammered away at his cock, squeezing the top then dragging his way to the bottom- Martha May never looked more beautiful.
In her slutty holiday dress, he watched as her breasts popped out the top.
Maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all.
Watching her puckered nipples bounce around eagerly, they were asking to be played with- he noted how the inviting color of them matched the ones on her sinful lips.
Cupping his balls and yanking at them, matching the pace of Martha's hand that aimed to milk him fervently.
Grunts and moans spilled into the air... He was close, nobody could bring him closer than her.
Jerking his hips into the air, hot cum spilled all over the floor.
Though with his eyes shut the offering of his pleasure was all over her face and she desperately tried to let every drop slide onto her tongue.
There were odd sounds in front of The Grinch, snapping him out of his moments of bliss.
Feeling forced to let Martha go, he opened his eyes to see Max lapping his cum off the floor.
In a sudden rage of disgust, The Grinch shoved Max away from his love juices.
"You dumb dog! That was for Martha!"
Now feeling completely unsatisfied, he rolled into his bed and planned.
Everyone took and they took until they couldn't took anymore!
He would take from them all, that was the plan- to steal their joy during the happiest time of year.
The only thing he'd leave behind is mistletoe so that they could pucker up and kiss his unwashed ass.
After thinking, thinking, thinking, and thinking some more; The Grinch got an idea. An awful idea.
The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.
Chuckling softly, I skipped and I hopped to my very expensive wardrobe and pulled out a Santy Claus hat and coat.
Now it was time to prepare for my big show.
After about an hour's worth of work, I stepped back to look at Max who peered at me curiously.
Sigh.
"All right, Max. You're a reindeer- you hate Christmas and you're going to steal it, got it?"
Hopping into my sleigh and yanking Max in alongside me, it was time to press all these fancy buttons.
And to Whoville we go.
"Merry Christmas, Whoville!" I yelled in excitement.
"Merry Christmas!" someone responded in the distance, not knowing that their cheer would be stolen right under their nose.
A mischievous smile graced my lips.
Where do I begin?
Looking around, a disgusted shiver ran up my spine as I took note of the windows that were dark in anticipation.
Quiet snow drifted and filled the air. All the Whos were dreaming without care when he came to the first little house on the square...
"Augustus MayWho," He said with a smile.
Peering through the window- there was Martha May resting in bed, next to the bastard Mayor.
She always looked picture perfect.
Her auburn hair swept away from her face, pink lips that parted ever so slightly and were more than inviting him.
The Grinch knew what he would do.
"C'mon Max."
The Grinch beckoned to his one companion and climbed his way to the top of the unsuspecting Mayor's roof, with a slightly filled Grinchy Claus sack in hand.
As The Grinch was struggling to slide down the chimney, Max watched with amusement in his eyes.
"Blasted water weight! Goes right to my hips."
Grinchy Claus babbled to himself as he pushed and pushed his way down into the house.
"Ow!" The Grinch yelped.
Max had jumped down and landed right atop his head.
The two tumbled out of the fireplace flue, sliding into the Christmas tree and almost knocking it over.
There was rustling coming from a room, then some footsteps- The Grinch knew he had to think fast.
As he was scurrying to hide in a corner, Max had stayed behind as told.
"Hello? Who's there?" Mayor MayWho called before emerging from the bedroom.
On his way to the living room, he had no idea what was to come.
In an instant, he noticed Max the Reindog sitting near the Christmas tree.
The Mayor walked past Grinchy Claus foolishly, giving the green man time to attack.
With a swift smack to the face by a jolly bag of treats- the Mayor fell over with a smiling Grinchy Claus invading his vision.
"You won't be needing this."
The Grinch cackled as he quickly pushed strips of duct tape against the mouth of the frightened politician.
Not so skillfully binding his arms and legs, The Grinch yanked Mayor MayWho into a chair and dragged him into the bedroom where Martha May was stirring awake.
"Augustus? What is that noise?"
Martha rolled over on her side to meet the image of her fiance being tied to a chair, begging her with his eyes for help.
For some reason, she wasn't in any rush to do so.
Her eyes glazed over Grinchy Claus' rotten smile, trailing them all the way down to the massive hard-on that waited for her in his jolly suit.
A shiver ran through her spine and her legs clenched in uncertainty.
"Grinch? I- what are you doing? Why is Augustus tied up?"
She sat up carefully, allowing the arm of her robe to slide off slowly.
Her eyes flickered softly as The Grinch made his advance towards her. Many fantasies played through her mind, she almost forgot that her man was sitting there with no choice but to watch.
