Pinup art of DJ and the three spirits of Christmas - DJ sits in between the Ghost of Christmas Present's legs. She is wrapped in red ribbony lingerie and is grinning ecstatically. Christmas Past is spreading DJ's legs and is sticking her tongue out cheekily as she closes in on the lavahaired genie. Yet to Come watches from the side. The Ghosts are all in lingerie-y outfits - Past and Yet to Come are in their typical outfits (Past wears a Sabrina-Carpenteresque bodysuit and stockings, Yet to Come wears a waistcoat and cape with red leather belts covering areas), while Present is in a festive red teddy with white snowly stockings.

Talking heads! Mason approaches DJ. MASON: DJ, I wish to undo my 'cancel Christmas' wish. DJ: Bwhuh? Uhhh, okay sure... honestly, you left it pretty late to wish it in the first place. I hadn't even started on it... it's part Time Magic, part Seasonal Magic, a whole bunch of other stuff, wrath of Christmas Spirits notwithstanding, the overtime didn't seem worth it yadda yadda yadda... Mason is GRINNING with WILD EYES MASON: It's not too late - I can hold Christmas in my heart the way the Spirits have taught me. I'm going to be jollycoded and cheermaxing. DJ looks shocked. DJ: Why are you talking like that? Are you... smiling?? This is scary! Mason has flung open the window. DJ: Boss!! It's the middle of the night!! Get away from the window! Mason leans out the window with his stupid grin. MASON: You there, boy! What is today? the offscreen boy shouts up at him "FUCK YER MAM, DICK'EAD!" DJ looks tiredly at the audience. DJ: It's alright for some. I get stuck in the Cosmic Cuck Chair and then have to deal with the aftermath of my boss losing his mind... where's MY sexy haunting? Christmas Past peers around the canvas. PAST: Aww Sugar, we didn't forget about you!! DJ: What did you three DO to him? YET TO COME: by the law of status quo, he'll be back to regular old Mason next month. DJ breathes a sigh of relief. DJ: Phew... thank The Fates, I was worried I'd have to start being the sensible one... Present LOOMS deviously behind her. PRESENT: He did ask us to deliver his present for you though~

And DJ the Genie - who did NOT die of boredom - received the greatest gift of all! And, as Mason O'Donnel observed, have a jollycoded and cheermaxed Christmas, everyone!

🎄🎄✨ I MADE IT!!! ✨🎄🎄

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Mason is pinned by his wrists to a spectral gravestone, marked with the words 'HERE LIES MASON O'DONNEL'. The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come holds him in place as she fucks him, grinning wildly, their hood flapping in the wind, and their flaming black hair whipping around them. Her lantern floats above and glows red. An eerie green glow lights Yet To Come's eyes, and illuminates under the pair. The green light is also reflected in Mason's pupils as his eyes roll back in (slightly pained) pleasure. "h-holy shit... t-this is hnng t-too much... it's intoxicating... fuck.. p-please Spirit, g-go easy on me hnng-! a-aah!" The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come says nothing in response.

Talking heads! Yet to Come speaks is smallcaps. Yet To Come is getting up in Mason's personal space, touching his face and neck. Mason is into it. YET TO COME: so you found the meaning of the season already? ahead of schedule? borf. i should have gone first. curse that candleheaded bimbo and that mommykinkbaiting hag. MASON: yeah, I don't think you need to come in with the tombstone finisher. YET TO COME: no, you'd probably love that, wouldn't you? I know what you're like. I also know you're prone to backsliding. MASON: ...I- some habits are hard to break... YET TO COME: the self-isolation, the bleeding your life away, the fatalism. the others don't understand it, but I find that all incredibly appealing. like a broken record that struggles to right itself. I love it. MASON: is that meant to be inspirational? YET TO COME: you forget. I am not merely symbolic of death. I am What Is Yet To Come. I am the split-second pause before the fall. I am the prickles of anxiety up your spine. I am Consequences Personified. But... I am also the 'will they won't they?', the power of potential. the 'what comes next?', the lighthouse of hope in dark stormy waters. I am not always something you have to fear... MASON: are you not? YET TO COME: for example, there is a potential future where you give in to base pleasures and I fuck the life out of you. a figure of speech, of course~ MASON: is that a future of something that Could be, or what Will be? YET TO COME: you ask too many questions MASON: and you talk too much. YET TO COME: how about we fuck around and find out, then?

The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come is the last ghost to come (harr harr), and so treats Mason to 'la petite mort' 🪦

[ #oc #christmas #mason #xmasyettocome #squeakycarol #nsfw #nudity #femdom #pinnedtowall #spooky (sure why not... there's a grave, it's spooky) ]

Christmas Present, a giant mature-looking woman with greying-blonde hair, leglocks Mason in an embrace. She cradles his cheek in one of her hands, and looks down at him with a loving gentle smile. Mason looks up at her, face frowning, not used to this level of emotional and physical intimacy. Slight tears run down his face, causing his eyeliner to leak slightly. MASON: snff... PRESENT: Are those tears, My Child? MASON: s-sorry, I... PRESENT: Shhh, it's alright, baby. You are safe here... Do not think of the Past or the Future, let us live in the Present for now~

Freeflowing text part - sorry!!! Ghost of Christmas Present speaks in flowy handwriting. MASON: truthfully, Spirit, all the Past showed me was many instances of how I inflict being unloved onto myself. PRESENT: That's not strictly true, Your Mother Samantha~ Mason's mother is getting up from a deckchair in a big sunhat and bikini. She places down a drink on a side table. MASON'S MUM: Keep the daiquiris coming, I'm going for a swim. Mason and Present are incognito in swimsuits too. Merry Christmas! MASON: my mother is on the yearly cruise she books to avoid Christmas. this runs in the family... PRESENT: Ah, but not your whole family. I see Your Sister Isabella is hosting a house party~ Bella is with Jazz and Tasha (remember them?) BELLA: Yeahh, Mason isn't here girls. He has his reasons to not come over. I've seen how Christmas affects him. I just never want him to feel like he has to be alone, even if that's what he chooses. I know you two demons just want him under the mistletoe... PRESENT: People DO care about you, baby. I can tell your Djinn does. Outside, DJ is floating a star in the night sky. She looks startled by them. DJ: ...Boss? What are you doing here?? I thought part of our agreement meant no spying on me. MASON: I thought we weren't visible to people? PRESENT: She's a seven-dimensional being like me. DJ: I'm eight-dimensional, actually... wait... am I the Bob Cratchit in this? Such disrespect! MASON: what are you doing? DJ: it's embarrassing... you mortals have a thing about stars at Christmas, so I send a shooting star through the sky every year. MASON: that's you? I remember seeing that when I was a kid.. DJ: Yeah, well... people wish on them, it's a small bit of selfless magic for those who need hope... i-it's whatever... don't read too much into this... PRESENT: It is a noble deed, Darling, bringing light to the darkness. DJ is wide-eyed in confusion. DJ: Oh balls wait am I the Tiny Tim??

Come in, and know me better, Man! All The Ghost of Christmas Present wants is yoooou, baby (to understand that you are loved and you can share that love with others) 🎄

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Mason fucks the Ghost of Christmas Past from behind. She is still wearing her outfit, but the top has melted away revealing her breasts and the lower half is pulled aside to allow for sex. She supports her weight by holding onto his legs, while he grips her hips with each thrust. Christmas Past is exhaling smoke as she smoulders. MASON: ffuck... it's like you're hnng meling onto me... hnngg.. fuck... PAST: Awh... O My... O My Goodness!

Talking heads! Christmas Past speaks in art deco. Mason regards the shadows of a memory. It depicts a younger version of himself sitting alone, crying and hugging his knees to his chest. MASON: Christmas Past, why are you showing me my eighth birthday party where no one I invited came? Just wanted to rub it in? PAST: Lo, the 22nd of November is within the Christmas Catchment Area - I am showing you these shadows as we search for the light within the dark. Mason purposefully ignores the shadow of a previous girlfriend breaking up with him. MASON: right, sure - show me every personal fuck-up. oh hey! I just remembered! I ruined my first proper relationship around Christmas, why not show me that too? as if it doesn't repeat in my head every year anyway? Christmas Past looks at him with concern. PAST: This is not my aim. This is of your welfare. All candles burn out. This is true. But that does not eliminate the light that they once gave. DJ CRASHES THE PARTY DJ: Can you find the moment of him walking into a glass door? MASON: that never happened. don't listen to her. DJ: The 3rd of July - at around 1pm. The door of Northsouth Shopping Center. PAST: Give me juuuuust a clock tick... ah-hah!! A shadow appears depicting a giant orange lavalamp hand opening a door... as Mason TUNKS into a closed glass door. MASON: it's not my fault - you were distracting me. DJ: You said no one ever held doors open for you. I thought I'd be nice! PAST: Ho Ho! I like your spark, sugar! DJ grins at Mason, blushing at the compliment. DJ: heheheheh - didja hear that Boss? She likes my spark!!!

Take heed, rise, and walk with me! The Ghost of Christmas Past takes the first turn with Mason. 🕯️

[ #oc #christmas #mason #dj #xmaspast #squeakycarol #nsfw accusatory: #candlefucker!!!! ]

Mason is in his lazy nightwear and is surrounded!! On his right arm hangs the Ghost of Christmas Past - an excitable young-looking woman with wide eyes, melty-candle-wax hair and attire, and a flame on her head. Gripping his right arm is the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come, a lanky blue-ish being in an ineffective cloak, holding a lantern and looking down at Mason through their skeletal glowing eye sockets. Holding his shoulders is the Ghost of Christmas Present, a giant motherly-looking woman with shiny blonde hair, dressed in a tight red festive jumpsuit. Mason is looking quite stunned by this. Behind the group is DJ, looking incredulous about the sudden harem her boss has gained.

Talking heads! Yet to Come speaks is smallcaps, Past speaks in art deco, and Present speaks in flowy handwriting. XMAS YET TO COME: he's the one i was telling you both about. Mason O'Donnel... big fan of your fatalistic worldview. slightest inconvenience and you go 'i'm gonna kill myself'. classic. XMAS PAST: O he's kind of cute actually. And squishy... I forget how squishy mortals are! DJ: Huh?! Excuse me - I thought you were all meant to arrive one at a time...! XMAS PRESENT: Don't worry Darling~ we'll take good care of your master for you. We're just here to teach him the reason for the Season. We heard his wish to cancel Christmas. We thought you'd know better than to meddle with Christmas Magic~" DJ: Hey, I just grant the wishes. I didn't even want to do it! It was looking like a lot of work... I'm all for wanton seasonal hedonism hahaha... PAST: We felt Your Master would be perfect for Operation Storm Scrooge! YET TO COME: he can't stop us all at once. PRESENT: You just put your feet up, Darling. We'll take it from here. Isn't that right, baby?~" MASON: what is happening???

Mason's wish to cancel Christmas doesn't go as planned when the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet To Come resort to drastic measures to change his mind...

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