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for an explanation? There was a crazy man standing in front of him!
A sexy, lusty, boffo-balled, certifiable lunatic. “I won’t let you do it!”
    Snow Globes wiggled his hips flirtatiously, making his balls sing with clinks and clonks like a captivating Christmas carol. The Kid was baffled at first by the seductive dance, but then felt the cave move under his bare feet. He heard the unmistakable sound of something coming… and coming hard!
    “Have fun with Willie,” Snow Globes said as he quickly disappeared behind an icy divider. “And watch those pointy stalactites.” “You mean stalagmites?”
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“Whatever.”
    Kid Christmas waited, standing battle-ready and booty-beautiful (by now it should be clear that the Narrator has a thing for the big guy’s triplebeeehind). Yet he was unsure as to where to direct his defense. The one called Willie did not have need of any hidden entrance, though. He broke through the floor with a shattering clamor, throwing the muscle-bound merry man across the chamber. Kid Christmas landed on his handsome face with a smash-rattle-oomph, his mighty rear high in the air. He was dazed, but not broken. Behind him, he caught a glimpse (how could he miss it?) of a lengthy and large, growling and snorting, libidinous and fully erect disembodied snow penis. It bowed its massive head, huffed a puff of cool air, and crouched like a bull ready for the charge. Intent and starved, it sped toward our hero’s helpless bum.
    Now, Kid Christmas was never one to turn down a bit of fun, but there was only so much he could take up his chimney. Even fantasy has its limits, folks. He waited until Willie was right upon him and then jumped. He landed on Willie’s back, wrapping his strong legs and arms tightly around the monster. Willie bucked wildly, slamming against the walls of the cavern with ferocity, but the Kid was determined to win. His nads were nearly frostbitten by the cold beneath his legs, but he squeezed with all his might until finally, poof! Snow exploded everywhere, and Kid 8
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Christmas fell to the ground. His thunderous thighs had decimated the fevered phallus.
The Kid rose in quiet victory. He had to find a way out of the ice cavern; he had to stop Snow Globes’ evil plans. (He had to get one more look at those massive balls!) He had bested the villain’s pet, so he knew he was up to the challenge. Or was he?
    The clumps of snow from the once magnificent man-tool began to roll and shape themselves, an eye-popping evolution in miniature. In a matter of seconds the Kid stood in the midst of a thousand tiny dildos. In truth, it was more of an annoyance than any threat or danger. Our hero exasperatingly began stomping on the tiny things, almost bored that he had to do it. It was a shame; they could have been fun little playmates, but he hadn’t the time for frivolity.
But the little buggers were angry and stubborn and blinded by their lust. They had but one target in their tiny minds. (It’s often said, after all, that men think with their crotches. The Thousand Dildo Army made no claim to dispute this.)
The Kid could not watch everywhere at once and the little guys took advantage of this. There was a tactic at work.
     
A small boner brigade leaped at him from the ice shelves and the tips of the stalagmites, frosting his nipples and snow-coning his snuggle snake. They quickly melted due to the heat of his body. It came to him that they were sacrificing 9
     
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themselves so that some of their mischievous brethren could climb up his hamstrings in the rear and have their fun. It would have been touching if it wasn’t so rude.
    “You sneaky little devils!” He swatted at his hamstrings, but the randy rascals kept coming at him with shrill battle cries (Man ho!). The Kid was outgunned, and one of their number soon found our hero’s pleasure button. His body