"Come on, Vixen, get in line in front of Cupid."
"Well, hello, Vixy, you smell like a virgin. Oh, how I love popping cherries."
"Don't even think about it, deer boy! I am a dude."
"Not from where I stand," said Cupid with his nose nudging the wet slit between your thighs that used to house your manhood.
"Gawd, I bet the last Vixen bit those wires on purpose to escape you!" You snap.
"Bingo, right on the first guess," said Donner the doe.
"I used to be a guy too. More naughty guys than girls, I guess, and half of Santa's reindeer are female, so the odds were against us."
You don't know what to say.
Santa cracks his whip.
"On Dasher and Dancer.."
Over the rooftops they flew. The world around them seemed frozen. You realize it is. Frozen in time, jets hang in midair, a few night birds frozen in midflight as the sleigh lands on the roof of a nearby tenement building.
The roof vents are small metal pipes. No chimneys here, but Santa still vanishes down the nearest smokestack with his big sack.
"I think we have time for a quickie. 18 good kids, two naughty, and naughties always take longer," Cupid said licking your butt with his long rough tongue.
"No!" You shout.