Dash Kringle glared at his father in shocked silence, two weeks before Christmas and the old man was just now telling him this. There was no way he could do it, not even if he wanted to, and he didn't, but the time his father had allotted him was absurd. Anger boiled in his veins, and threatened to explode. Did his father actually think that he would give up his life and come home, and take over the role of Jolly Olé Saint Nick? He had left home never to return, until the recent urgent summons from his father.
"Dash you can't be angry about this. You had to know that this was coming. You are my eldest child, and with that comes great responsibility. It is up to you to keep Christmas alive. It is your birthright."
"No father it isn't. I hate the very idea of Christmas. That is why I left here. I hate everything it stands for. I don't give a fuck what you say, I'm not doing it. Let Christy or Donner do it. They reek of Christmas. I'm not your only child. Let one of them carry on the family tradition."
"Watch your mouth young man. I will not hear such language in my home. I wish it were that easy. Your brother and sister are loved and respected here, but Father Time has made it clear that it must be my eldest, and that Dash is you. You have until two days before Christmas to find a suitable wife and return home. My Christmas magic will transfer to you and your mothers to your bride. If you refuse to do this I'm afraid Christmas will be cancelled forever. It is up to you to keep Santa Clause alive."
"Well I guess my wish will finally come true, because I refuse to be any part of it. These are the very reasons I left the North Pole. I have a life for myself, and I don't want to settle down. I don't want a fucking Mrs. Clause. I have too many eager women willing to share my bed, so why settle for only one. You need to find a way around it old man. Everyone here hates me anyway so it just wouldn't work," Dash said as he stood ready to leave.
"Dasher Clause Kringle, you sit right back down. I'm not finished talking to you."
"Yeah, well I'm done listening. I'm not going to do it, so find someone else."
His father took a deep breath. The smile that was always present on his face was missing. The twinkle in his eyes had been replaced with sadness. Dash had never seen his father look so lost.
"Dash there is no one else. You know as well as I do that the Christmas magic passes from father to eldest child every thousand years. I have had my run it's your time now. It doesn't matter that you don't want this gift, soon it will be yours. What you decide to do is entirely up to you. I can't stop it from passing on to you. It will find you no matter where you are. All I ask is that you consider your choices wisely, a lot of people are depending on you. I know you hate Christmas, but trust me once the spirit of Christmas fills you, then you will feel differently."
"I'm sorry father. Christmas is over rated anyway. It's time for it to end. No one believes in our family anymore. The naughty list grows bigger every year. I will never be Santa. I will never marry and have children to pass this curse on to. And yes father I said curse because it damn sure isn't a gift. Immortal because of the Kringle blood that runs through my veins is a curse that I will not pass to anyone. You need to gather everyone and let them know that Christmas is officially cancelled forever."
Not waiting for a response Dash rushed from the room knowing soon he would be the most hated man alive, but he didn't care. He didn't want to be Jolly Ole' Saint Nick. He had plans for his future and they didn't include being Santa. He was going to party and fuck every hot little cunt he could. He had a good job and lived the good life, and could have any woman he wanted, and he had no intention of changing that.
Dash was in no hurry to get home. He had been away for a few days and his cock was throbbing with unfulfilled desire. He past his street until he reached the turn for Candy's house. She was his new flavor of the month and before the night was over he planned to lick her like a candy cane, and then fuck her with it. His cock in her ass while he rammed the candy cane in her hot cunt. His cock was about to bust from his jeans, until he made the turn and seen all the Christmas lights and decorations. His cock suddenly deflated as bile rose in his throat. Snapping his fingers he smiled as all the lights blew. He may not have his father's powers yet, but he had Kringle blood in his veins so he had a bit of his own magic. He felt happy knowing that he had messed up someone's Christmas, if only for a little while.
The whole idea of Christmas had been forced on him since birth, until it had smothered him, and he knew that he had to get away. Turning eighteen had been a blessing, and while his parents were waiting for him at his party, he had packed and left the North Pole forever. He loved his new life and didn't want to give it up. He had been with many women since leaving home and none had him wanting to settle down. He knew he had a roaming cock, and that he wasn't the marrying type. Santa without a Mrs. Clause was laughable. Dash knew no matter how hard he fought it, on Christmas Eve he would become Santa, and all the powers would revert to him, but it was his choice what to do with them. He didn't have to keep family traditions if he didn't want to, hell he could shut down the North Pole for good. A twinge of guilt ran through him as he thought about all the hearts it would break, and the children that still believed, and counted on his family. He couldn't help it he had to do what was right for him, and being Santa wasn't. Pulling into Candy's driveway, bile rose once again in his throat when he saw all her lights. He wanted to blow them out, but he knew of he did she would spend the rest of the night trying to fix them, and his cock would get no attention. Knocking at her door he was surprised when she greeted him with a kiss that had his cock throbbing with anticipation. He felt a longing for her that he had never felt before. There was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He grabbed at her breast knowing she loved it, only to have her slap his hands away, and pull him the rest of the way inside. It was then that he noticed Candy was dressed in an outfit that he knew she wouldn't have been caught dead in. She looked like a fucking Christmas tree, and her shirt was actually blinking. Her ample bosom was hidden from his view by her bulky, red, blinking sweater. His eyes traveled down her body to see that she was wearing green sweats, and gold shoes with bells. Silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears, and he thought that he was going to be sick. Candy was a stripper and she never dressed like this. It was something that his mother would wear, and once again his erection deflated. He knew that Candy only decorated because her family expected it and she didn't want to disappoint them anymore than she already had by her career choice. She had invited him over days ago to help her decorate, and afterwards she wanted to model some new outfits she had got for work, and she wanted to try out her new vibrator. Her exact words had been.
"I know you hate Christmas Dash, but I have something really naughty in mind if you come help me. I just got a new vibrator, and I was thinking while your cock is fucking my ass you could be slamming my pussy with my vibrator. Oh Dash I bet your cock is so hard right now isn't it baby?"
Dash had to shake his head and pull himself back to reality, and adjust his crotch because just thinking about it had him ready to fuck and fuck hard. He just couldn't keep a hard on with her looking like something from the North Pole.
"Look Candy I can't do this tonight. I'm going to head home. You know I hate Christmas and everything it stands for, and look at your place and you what the fuck has you all in the spirit of Christmas. I thought you hated it as much as me. I just can't deal with this. I mean really Candy you look like an elf, only taller. Call me after the New Year when all this shit is down, or better yet you could come to my place for some fucktivities."
"How can you not love Christmas? It is the most magical time of the year. I wish that every day was Christmas that would be a dream come true. I love Christmas."
Dash looked at her in shocked disbelief. Candy hated Christmas that had been one of the things he liked about her, besides the things she could do to his cock. It was as if she had become a different person in the few days that he had been gone even her voice sounded different.
"Candy I don't know what has gotten into you, but you are acting strange. Have you been drinking?"
"I'm not drinking anything but eggnog, and no it isn't spiked. You have me confused with my sister. I'm her twin Alana. Candy isn't here she said all this Christmas stuff was too much and she went out to get some air. It was making her feel ill. I guess I did go a little overboard, but when I started I just couldn't stop."
"If you aren't Candy then why did you kiss me when you opened the door? I think you are just toying with me Candy."
Alana blushed as she thought about the kiss with the handsome stranger.
"There is mistletoe hanging above the door, and I just couldn't resist. It was innocent, but I'm sorry if I offended you."
"There was nothing innocent about that kiss. I guess you are telling me the truth because just a kiss from your sister has never made my cock ache with desire."
