T'was the Night AFTER Christmas
T'was the night after Christmas, and all through the school,
all the students were laying, in monster cum-pools.
All the stockings still hung, where they had been put ere,
all the hapless students, found small rapists there!
The phallii were nestled, still snug in warm holes,
while the girls were forced to drink, from bukakke bowls.
I slowly pulled free, from my own horrid mishap,
not a stitch of clothes left, forget 'kerchief or cap.
I slipped out the window, with soft pitter-patter,
when down below me, there was such a clatter!
And what to my wondering mind should appear?
But a horrendous laugh, and a tentacle near!
As I was pulled out, into that winder garden,
I knew in a flash that it must be Soth-Guardian!
As I tried to shield myself, while his tendrils surround,
into my cunt came his cock with a bound!
I whimpered and cried, but to no avail,
as he pounded away, his speed like a gale!
His eyes, how they twinkled, his grin, twisted merry,
by now the bitter cold, made me red as a cherry.
More tendrils invaded, my mouth and my ass,
thrusting and twisting, with every pass.
He came in a torrent, soaking my flesh,
filling my gullet with cum, till I thought I would retch.
He dropped me to the ground, and looked for others to blight,
saying "Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!"