Santa Wigs Out

"What is happening?" Santa asked, both confused and horrified. "I was finally just released from the Darklyte's grip on me. And now there's some new evil to deal with? Can't I get a break?!" Jon shook Santa. "Pull yourself together! We have to figure out what's happening and put a stop to it!" Santa burned red with embarrassment. "Sorry." The screams of horror started to change, becoming screams of passion, as more and more elves experienced sex for the very first time in their incredibly long lives. Making toys was no longer their goal and passion in life. Now it was non-stop sex, in every way possible. Jon looked down at the stone in his hand. He knew he should make a wish to stop whatever was happening, but what wish?