Holiday Spirit - part 2 (Patreon)

Part 2! Way to end the season!

I won’t spoil the fun by telling you what happened in part 2, go check it out so you won’t miss the holiday spirit!

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Struggling against her captors, GoGo Pink was appalled by the notion. “No way!”

From across the snowy courtyard, multiple ice statues rose. Each one of them had the expression of horror and fear. Each one of them matched the poor young souls that had been turned into living coal statues. “They had wasted their young lives’ potentials, so I took it from them. Believe me, it would make them worth more than they were before.”

Krampus scratched one of the karate athlete statues and blood leaked out of it. “Once I drained them of their blood and life energy, their human lives were over. They would serve me well in this winter wonderland of mine as you heroes will witness!”

“That just shows how pathetic you are!” shouted Ryoma defiantly. “You only dare to fight children. Fight us face-to-face and we’ll see whose life is worthless!”

Krampus chuckled. “Look at how the mighty falls. On second thought, your experience should be richer than simple conversion.” The monster’s talon tapped his cheek. “Perhaps, be richer than just one simple conversion!”

Krampus approached the giant upside-down tree and took out an equally-large stocking bag. He dragged it across the thick snow toward the captured heroes. He spread out the small opening to let something out.

It wasn’t something actually. It was someone. Ryoma’s heart sunk as he realized who that was. That GingaPink.

But that wasn’t the loveable pink warrior that he or his teammates remembered. She changed. Her costume had turned shiny. It didn’t look like made of spandex anymore. It was made of latex. Her skirt was gone and replaced by a black corset that went down between her legs like a leotard and went up to her bosoms. Her mouthguard’s fake mouth was now opened wide in a round indentation. Through it, Saya spoke, “I’m a present… Care to join me in the holiday spirit?”

“Saya, wake up! This… This is not who you are!” called out Hikaru in rage.

The poor GingaPink couldn’t see anything as her helmet visor was replaced by a kinky blindfold on straps. But she could hear her teammate well. “Oh, dear Hikaru… Don’t you… Know… I got to do this… As a Gingaman… As a Sentai warrior…It’s our job to spread the joy!” gurgled the corrupted girl with a sickening giggle as her ballooning breasts jiggled. She tip-toed on the spot using the high heels that merged with her corrupted suit.

“What have you done to her?!” demanded Ryoma emotionally.

“I didn’t do anything to her. She’s the one who surrendered and chose her new life as part of my holiday crew. I found her sneaking around the property, nosing to find out my plans. She was careful, but not careful enough to avoid my all-seeing eyes. I lured her into one of the suites. There, anything could happen and even the strongest-willed Sentai warriors could discard their heroic identity for something more suiting.” Krampus pinched the corrupted GingaPink’s ass to make her flinch. “Let’s just say that some winter customers had convinced her of a career change.”

Krampus’ monstrous laughter put fire on Nagare’s heart. “Do you think this is funny? Desecrating the holiday spirit for your twisted ends? Soiling pure warrior souls to be your servants? I will personally break your face when I’m done here!”

To everyone’s surprise, Krampus reached out for his face and tore it out. What’s inside was solely to torment GoGo Blue’s mind. Nagare screamed in horror and squirmed and writhed about against his captor after catching a glimpse of it. “No, no, no! I can’t… I am drowning in it… No help! No one can help me! I need help! It’s turning me into a part of the holiday spirit! I don’t wanna die as a holiday spirit!”

The once-mighty GoGo Blue shouted nonsensical babble of horror on and on again. Seeing that, Krampus was delighted. “You look cold. Let me help you.”

Something went out of the stocking bag and hit the Blue Sentai warrior. The coal slaves let him go. The dismayed Nagare looked at his hands and feet that were trapped inside latex hoofs. They were tight but ended with reindeer’s paws.

“No, no!” the hero cried out in mental agony before his voice turned into reindeer noises. He stumbled on the snow and sobbed. He looked at the latex hoofs again. Those cursed things were spreading their influence all across his Anti-Hazard Suit. It assimilated itself into the fabric and turned the whole costume into tainted latex material. Nagare eventually bellowed loudly as a whimsical deer plushie appeared to cover his protruding meat that dangled around with libido.

“Nagare!” Matoi could bear the devolution of his sibling, but there was nothing he could do even as the team leader. “You sick bastard!”

Like a real reindeer, the former GoGo Blue galloped his way to Krampus. When he turned around, his helmet visor was gone and replaced by the similar depravity that changed GingaPink’s helmet. Nagare’s inaptitude to speak the human tongue was permanent.

Krampus plunged his index finger to GoGo Blue’s round mouthguard. The young hero’s saliva poured out to lubricate it. Nagare deliberately stroke the finger to his mindless enjoyment. “There are only two ends for your heroic journey here, Sentai warriors. You can be my holiday presents or you can be a part of my holiday decoration. Of course, you will rebel and try to defeat me. Or perhaps you have doubted your own powers by now and would just try to escape. All in all, it will be a fun experience.”

“Presents! Be a present like me!” squealed the corrupted Saya while jiggling her breasts. Her perverted excitement frightened Matsuri. She gulped, not wanting to suffer the same fate as the Gingaman girl.

“You can avoid it if you just submit to the Winter Lord…” whispered one of the coal slaves, startling GoGo Pink.

“No!” she denied it. Matsuri renewed her struggle, but the end results were the same. “I’m not gonna be like her!”

Her exclamation made the corrupted GingaPink stop. “You don’t want to be like… Me?”

Matsuri realized her mistake. “No… No, that wasn’t what I meant.”

GingaPink was already right in front of her in a blink of an eye. “Then what did you mean by that? Tell me.”

Matsuri refused to say anything. She couldn’t see Saya’s face, but she could tell a growing frustration inside that bondage mask. GoGo Pink didn’t expect the next thing that happened was GingaPink kissing her.

Saya’s protruding tongue reached out and touched Matsuri’s.  The moment they touched, GoGo Pink’s mind burst with a bomb of emotions. She yelped at the impossibility of that situation. Her helmet was solid and secure, that how could that defiled heroine’s tongue intertwine with her?

Matsuri kept on wailing and yelping. Her body jolted and arched forward. Their crotches met each other. They rubbed each other in the most depraved way. “I… I’m sorry, everyone… I’m pathetic…” screamed the broken GoGo Pink.

“Matsuri, no!”

GingaPink then released her. Matsuri panted with her drooling saliva hanging in the cold air. It was as if being released from the worst torment.

“If you don’t want to be like me, perhaps you want to be my partner!” giggled GingaPink as she pressed her disproportionate bosoms on Matsuri.

“Partner… Like in a team?” Matsuri’s memory of being in the GoGoFive team betrayed her, making her vulnerable to the twisting of minds. Her doubt was met with Saya’s excited acknowledgment. “I’d like that… It’ll be great…”

The two walked away after Matsuri was released by the coal slaves. GingaPink opened a nearby emergency door. But what was inside was a luxury hotel room complete with a king-sized bed.

GoGo Pink obediently walked in and rested on the thick sheets. Her hands extended out above her head to be bound in a shackle. Matsuri moaned as Saya fondled her spandex-clad body. “Such perfection…,” commented the corrupted GingaPink. “But Master Krampus can make you even perfecter…”

The thick bedsheet deflated and slowly devoured the enthralled GoGo Pink. The more of her body was consumed and sunk, the more she let out lustful squeals. “Ever thought of changing your sex for the holidays?”

The door slammed behind them and the EXIT sign turned off.

“Why… Why can’t I fight back?” groaned Matoi to himself. He was the team leader. He should save his team and lead them to victory! But he couldn’t even resist the coal slaves’ clutches. Why?!

“Because deep down you are where you belong,” said Krampus, making GoGo Red wince. “You hide your true self under that skintight spandex suit, but everything is still visible to me, Sentai warrior. Deep down, you are confused about how to spread joy to the world after witnessing so much evil. Everything that you have done is seemingly pointless in the greater scheme of things.”

Matoi froze for a moment, then shook his head. “Nice try, but I’m not gonna do that. I’m not giving up on my friends!”

“Everything that you have done as a Sentai warrior is useless as there will be more evil coming.”

Matoi gulped. What is this, some kind of a mind trick? Wake up, GoGo Red, you can handle this. Right?

“You just hope that one day, just one day, everything is just fine and everyone can enjoy themselves.” Krampus grinned as he could feel his next victim’s mental defenses broken down. “You wish for it, and you will do anything to achieve it. You still have the holiday spirit.”

Matoi gasped. His remaining teammates called his name to snap him back to reality, but their shoutings were nothing more than blurry noises in the background. What mattered were Krampus’ words. “That’s my wish…”

“You wish your team to be safe and happy…”

“Happy…” repeated GoGo Red in a monotonous fashion. He was fully distracted from the horrific capture of Goki and Hikaru. The rubberized Hayate the GingaGreen ambushed them from behind. The two heroes didn’t have any chance now that their powers depleted.

The giggling GingaGreen brought out a pair of cursed masks. On them was a spiraling pattern of white and black. He put them on his friends’ helmets.

Free from the coal slaves’ clutches, Goki and Hikaru desperately tried to take the masks off. Instead, the spiraling pattern began to spread all over their costume, overlapping with all details as a Gingaman. When the motif finally covered the boots, their struggle abruptly ended. Their muffled screams turned to pantings. Their muscles relaxed and succumbed. Wobbling, GingaBlue and Yellow joined their friends as part of Krampus’ warped holiday crew like two living candy canes.

“As for you, you never wish to be a Sentai warrior in the first place…” grumbled Krampus with words that penetrated Ryoma’s mind. GingaRed was immediately filled with doubt of himself.

“No… That’s not it…I just think my brother will be a better Gingaman than I am…”

Krampus’ winding horns glowed in dim pulses. “But you still fight as a Gingaman because you want to keep your friends safe. You want to keep everyone in joy….”

“Joy… I want everyone to be joyful…”

Krampus’ fangs were as sharp as they could be. “Same as you, GoGo Red…”

“Same as me…” Matoi looked at his fellow Red Sentai warrior. “We are the same…”

He then removed his GoGoFive helmet just like Ryoma removed his Gingaman helmet. The two then kissed each other in a mindless passion. Their tongues caressed each other, their hands fondled the muscular details of each other’s bodies. Their legs intertwined with each other so that their groins touched in the most direct way. The former heroes wailed and huffed like there was no tomorrow.

Watching the downfall of the two Red Sentai warriors was delightful for Krampus. Now, he could prepare them to be a part of his holiday arrangement. He took out some crystal balls from his stocking bag. One of them was yellow. Inside was Daimon the GoGo Yellow’s spirit that eternally searching for an escape from the tight prison. Eternally in desperation and hopelessness. He screamed but no sound could be heard. He pounded the impenetrable crystal, but only muffled thuds were audible.

On the other was a blank one. Krampus pointed the cursed item at the two embracing Sentai warriors. In a flash, they were converted into a beam of crimson energy that got sucked into the ball. The monster laughed as he observed the reflection of Matoi and Ryoma eternally lovemaking each other.

As the final act, Krampus tossed the yellow crystal ball high in the air. The item placed itself at the center of the expansive root system of the upside-down tree. For the red ball, he simply rolled it onto the snow. It rolled and rolled until burrowing deep and attaching itself to the underground tip of the upside-down tree. As above so below, Krampus’ Special Tree was now fully decorated with both pain and pleasure. Daimon’s outcry and pleas for help along with Matoi and Ryoma’s lustful whines filled the air as the hotel’s speaker system broadcast them.

That included in one particular suite where Saya and Matsuri were in. Things got confusing in there, but one thing was for sure: Matsuri’s pronoun was no longer “she/her”.