Darla squirmed as she watched her favorite sci-fi flick, Phaser Foxes 3. It was thin on plot but heavy on nudity and characters getting vaporized in phaser battles. An unapologetically campy film, it was clearly written by somebody with a disintegration fetish. Darla, of course, wasn’t complaining.
“You all right, babe,” Jeremy asked. “You get kinda wiggly every time we watch this silly movie.”
“Oh, trust me,” Darla responded. “I am fan-freakin-tastic! Now, pay attention. This is one of the best parts.”
On the screen, Zaparella, the female villain, wore a black latex catsuit with thigh-high black leather boots as she strode into the women’s locker room, interrupting the most ambitious shower scene in cinematic history. A dozen naked cheerleaders turned toward her and gasped as they stared down the barrels of her two phasers.
“Take my beams!” Zaparella exclaimed with a devilish grin.
She lit up all twelve slick hotties as they trembled in fear. Their nude bodies glowed a brilliant green before fading forever.
Back on the couch, Darla moaned and squeezed her thighs together.
“Well, that sucks,” Jeremy remarked. “I guess all good things must eventually end, even the world’s most epic shower scene. Can you believe it? Seventeen minutes of sexy suds!”
Darla punched him in the shoulder. “Pervert!”
“Pervert?” Jeremy replied with a laugh. “No, I’m a film connoisseur with refined cinematic tastes. And I hear Phaser Foxes 4 will break the world record again. I’m talking twenty-five hot chicks sudsing up each other’s naked bodies for thirty-four minutes! It shall be glorious! I can’t wait to see it!”
Darla twitched as she imagined the fading afterglows of those twenty-five nude women.
“That makes two of us.”
They continued watching the rest of the cult classic with its famously gratuitous nudity and phaser fights, enjoying decidedly different aspects of the film. As the end credits rolled, Darla excused herself and went to the bathroom to masturbate while fantasizing about being one of the women in the shower scene. She imagined her body being erased from existence just as she climaxed.
When she returned, Jeremy was flipping through the latest issue of Phaser Monthly. Darla leaned over the back of the couch and raised an eyebrow.
“Anything in there pique your interest?” she asked. “Christmas is only eight months away, you know?”
Jeremy nodded and pointed at a review of the ZapCo XJ-17 personal phaser.
“Yeah, I’d love to get my hands on that if it wasn’t $17,995. It’s fantastic for target practice. Absolutely zero recoil and more than two hundred pulse rounds before you need to recharge it.”
Darla began to sweat.
“Would you ever consider a more challenging target?”
“What?” Jeremy asked. “Do you mean a moving target? Like skeet shooting?”
“No, silly. I mean, umm, a human target.”
Jeremy shrugged. “Yeah, absolutely, though I still think it’s super weird that some people get off on being vaporized. Also, the sanctioned hunts cost half a million bucks. If I had an XJ-17 and a spare half-mil, though, I’d totally zap someone into oblivion.”
Darla’s knees nearly buckled, but she caught herself on the back of the couch.
“I’ll, uhh, keep that in mind,” she mumbled before returning to the bathroom for round two.
Eight months later, Jeremy sat on the couch with a steaming mug of coffee and a big smile. His parents, Doug and Judy, relaxed on the adjacent loveseat and gazed at the Christmas tree. Wrapping paper, bows, and empty boxes lay strewn across the floor.
“Hey, babe!” Jeremy called. “You’re coming back, right?”
“Yeah, just a moment!” Darla replied from the bedroom.
She wiped her sweaty palms on her fuzzy white bathrobe. Then Darla picked up the medium-sized box with jet-black wrapping paper and an emerald bow, took a deep breath, and rejoined the others in the living room. Jeremy’s eyes lit up.
“Ooh, what’s that?”
Darla smiled. “It’s a super secret special gift for my special guy.”
She handed the box to Jeremy.
“Hmm,” he said, “it’s heavier than I expected.”
He ripped a corner of the black wrapping paper with his fingernail and stopped, his eyes bugging out of his head.
“No fucking way!” he exclaimed, ripping the rest of the paper off to reveal the retail packaging of a ZapTech XJ-17. “How were you able to—”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just enjoy the gift.”
Jeremy opened the box, slid out the steel carrying case, and popped it open. He reached inside and pulled out the polished chrome phaser.
“Wow, it fits my hand perfectly.”
Judy rolled her eyes. “What do you say, son?”
“Oh, right! Thank you so much, Darla! How could you afford a gift like this?”
Darla shrugged. “I’ve been working a lot of overtime at the firm since you expressed an interest in getting a phaser.”
Jeremy furrowed his brow. “So all those girls’ nights out?”
Darla nodded. “Yup, just work. Worth it, though.”
“That is quite a gift there, Jeremy,” Doug observed. “What do you think you’ll do with it?”
“Probably target practice.”
Darla’s breath quickened. “What about, umm, human targets?”
“Well, that’d be exciting, but those hunts are super expensive. Sadly, I doubt I’ll ever vaporize anyone with this.”
Darla’s heart began to pound harder. “What if I told you I already made the arrangements?”
Jeremy’s jaw dropped. “Seriously? But how? When?”
“Right now, stud.”
Darla fumbled nervously with the belt on her bathrobe but finally got it untied. She opened the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Darla wore nothing but a smile.
“You?” Jeremy asked as he gazed at his naked girlfriend.
Darla’s eyes lit up as she nodded. Her nipples were fully erect and rock-hard. Fluid already trickled down the inside of her thighs.
“Hell, yeah! Zap me, Jeremy!”
Jeremy stared dumbfounded at Darla for several seconds until Judy cleared her throat.
“Son, do you remember what we taught you about accepting a gift?”
“Of course, Mom. Accepting a gift allows the giver to express their feelings for me.”
Judy nodded. “That’s right, Jeremy. And Darla is expressing some intense and primal feelings for you right now. Wouldn’t you agree, Doug?”
“Absolutely! If I were you, I’d give the naked lady what she wants. It’s part of her gift, after all.”
Jeremy furrowed his brow, looking back and forth between the phaser in his hand and his nude girlfriend. After an uncomfortable silence, Darla crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“All right, dude. Here’s the situation. You’re either going to erase me from existence with that phaser, or I’ll find a guy who will. What do you say?”
Jeremy shrugged. “Okay, sure. I’ll zap you. Do I need to charge it first?”
“No, it’s good to go,” Darla replied. “I charged it last night and then put it back in the packaging.”
“Wow, you planned this out, didn’t you?”
Darla nodded. “I certainly did. I’ve been dreaming about this day for eight months.”
Jeremy laughed. “Are you sure this is a gift for me? It feels more like a gift for you, to be honest. I’ve seen the way you squirm when Zaparella vaporizes hot naked chicks. You get off on this!”
Darla turned bright red. “Well, it’s still like… a gift for you. It’s not like I, well, you know?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy replied with a grin, “I know exactly what you mean.” He leveled the phaser at Darla’s chest. “Are you ready to be unmade, babe?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Darla replied, dropping to her knees and spreading her arms wide. “Give it to me! Return my atoms to the cosmos!”
“You got it!”
Jeremy pulled the trigger, eliciting only a soft click. Darla’s heart skipped a beat as she trembled.
Doug rolled his eyes. “The safety is still on, son.”
“Oh, right.” Jeremy flipped the safety lever with his thumb. “There we go. All right, Darla. Are you ready to—holy shit! What are you doing?”
Darla was three fingers deep in her slick womanhood, shamelessly pumping away and twitching as she moaned.
“Fuck, yeah, baby! Gimme some sugar!”
Jeremy’s eyes opened wide. “Darla, my parents are right here. This is embarrassing!”
Darla ignored him as her orgasm drew nearer. She started to hitch and jerk. Judy cleared her throat again.
“Jeremy, I suggest you give the woman some sugar.”
“Okay, okay,” Jeremy replied, again aiming at Darla’s chest. “Any last words, babe?”
Darla screamed as she convulsed and sprayed her juices all over the carpet. “Fucking do it!”
“All right then.”
Jeremy pulled the trigger. An emerald laser pulse burst from the end of the phaser’s barrel and struck Darla between her breasts. Just like in Phaser Foxes 3, her naked body glowed a brilliant green.
“Mmmm, yes! It feels so fucking good!”
Darla glowed brighter and brighter before starting to fade.
“Oh, fuck! I can feel it happening! I’m being erased!”
Her vanishing body, still hitching from her seismic orgasm, grew fainter and fainter.
“Mmm, here I go! Oh, my fucking—”
Her horny thought was cut short as her body fully dematerialized. The glow subsided until Darla was gone. Jeremy’s mouth hung open.
Doug stood up from the couch and stretched.
“All right!” he exclaimed. “Now that we’re done with all the gifts, let’s eat!”
“An excellent idea, dear,” Judy replied, turning to Jeremy. “She was certainly a feisty one, wasn’t she? I’ll miss her spunk.” She shrugged. “Oh, well. Plenty of fish in the sea, son. Now, put that phaser down and carve the ham.”
As Jeremy’s parents headed to the kitchen, Jeremy stared at the space where his now former girlfriend knelt a few seconds earlier. The only evidence she ever existed was the surprisingly large puddle she sprayed onto the carpet as she climaxed. Jeremy rolled his eyes and pretended to blow smoke from the phaser barrel.
“Merry Christmas, babe! And a Zappy New Year, too!”
Copyright 2024 Olivia “Zappy” Quinn
Photo by Gary Runn on Unsplash
Story notes
This is my first Christmas story. It’s not traditional (to put it mildly), but it’s my spin on the well-worn genre. Thanks to all my readers for your kind words and encouragement this year. You all are the best. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and, of course, a Zappy New Year!
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