Kim Possible-Kim Possible and Shego/Santa Claus

It was Christmas as usual at the Middleton Mall. Families were going about with their kids shopping for the season. Everywhere you went, the speakers were playing over the top Christmas music. And needless to say that the shelves were lined with the good stuff, from toys to video games to high tech shit that would make you jizz your pants in an instant.

But tonight at the Middleton Mall, the real jizz worthy event was about to begin. Nothing had changed, the same Christmas music was playing with families still rushing and scrambling to get the latest hot swag. Yet walking through was a most curious individual. Top hat with shades and a big long trench coat, you couldn’t see a thing about them, the only real feature was that they had a long mane of auburn hair almost like chestnuts falling past their back. No matter where they went, people were hooked.

This figure didn’t look at anyone else. Walking all the way in without a care for anything else, no matter how many heads turned, going past goods that would have kids screaming for. The only real noticeable feature was that there was a clacking of heels wherever the figure walked.

In the back of the Middleton Mall was jolly old Saint Nick himself. Not any mall Santa either, but the real deal. For all the kids who came in poor or disabled, he would whip his hands around and the kids would suddenly have all their woes taken care of. If they wanted their family to be able to eat this Christmas, he would whip them up a feast in no time at all. If they wanted for whatever godforsaken reason a fucking Labubu, Kris Kringle would wave his hands like presto and make it happen. Such was the mercy and greatness of Santa Claus.

The line for kids to see the real Santa was still quite long. But as the mystery figure stepped forward, everyone looked back. Including Santa Claus. The figure smiled to themselves knowing that people were checking them out. All eyes on them, they stepped forward, walking past the line and straight towards Santa.

As they walked, one by one, they cast off their articles of clothing. First came the hat and glasses, which with the trench coat still on didn’t help much considering the popped collar covered up most of their face. But their eyes looking straight at Santa with a decisive intensity. Together with those high heels still clacking on the floors, it was like watching a deadly predator sizing up it’s prey.

Casting off the trench coat, Santa’s eyes widened in his bushy white brows. The figure was a pretty girl fit and trim in the prime of her life. Only in a red and white bikini, she had a marvelous flat stomach with luscious breasts and a mouthwatering pair of legs. Flipping her hair back like she was a shampoo model, her lips curved into a sassy smile. With the sharpness in her eyes, she looked like a killer.

Everyone was watching this gorgeous she-devil. There was a little boy on Santa’s lap, staring at her just as speechless as the big man himself, ready to ask Santa for a wish to help his poor family. The high class stunner walking on over grinning all the while just pushed the kid straight off the fat man’s lap right onto the floor like he didn’t even matter. So amazed was this child that he wasn’t even offended. He just looked at his hands and said, “S-she SHE TOUCHED ME!”