A Visit from Krampus




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        Twas the night before Christmas and the only thing stirring was one naughty pup named Max. The twenty something year old male was busy at his computer, his eyes glued to the screen as the scene of a young male buck was led out onto a stage played in his web browser. He leaned back, his paw drifted down to his chubby cock as the buck was turned, revealing a welded steel cage securely hiding away the male’s genitals. The male’s handler, a chubby opossum, slipped a hemp noose over the buck’s head carefully navigating around the antlers. The opossum rubbed the male’s locked crotch as the rope cinched around the deer’s neck making the male gasp. 


        “Fuck, I hope they do a slow drop,” Max moaned as he rubbed the tip of his fat cock. His other paw squeezed at his balls as he neared his release. The scene in the video was locked firmly in his mind as he squeezed his eyes closed and imagined himself in the buck’s place. Just as his breath rose in his chest he felt something hot and stony, like brimstone, wrap around his throat and face pulling him backwards. His eyes fluttered open as he struggled, the tight grip around his throat stealing his ability to breathe. As he passed out he saw the face of a goat, its face painted red as its muzzle was twisted in a grin with a long demonic tongue hanging down. 


        “It wakes,” growled a voice as the canine came to his senses. Max saw stars as his head recovered from being choked out. The sinister form of a demon crouched over a table presented itself to the male as his vision returned. The creature’s fur was black and hung off its body like a cloak as its head turned. The long goat horns made Max shiver as it stood and reached over, picking up a bundle of birch branches off the table. Whimpering Max tried to flee only to find himself tied up. His arms and legs were bent and securely wrapped in leather, leaving him to rest on his elbows and knees. His muzzle was also tightly wrapped, just leaving his nose exposed as he fell over onto his back. “Such a naughty boy, watching such filthy stuff instead of sleeping,” the creature taunted as it made its way over, its cloven hoofs clattering against the floor. Its arm raised and swiftly brought the bundle down across the canine’s crotch making the male arch its back in pain as the stick bundle lashed again and again over his crotch, belly, and chest. 


Tears streamed down Max’s face as his welt covered body was lifted and carried towards the table where the demon had previously been seated. He was tossed onto the table with little ceremony as the goat-demon took a seat, from the table it lifted a sewing needle and thread. Max squirmed and screamed silently as the needle was brought to his crotch and his sheath was neatly sewn closed. After knotting its stitches the creature sat its captive up, giving Max a full view of its work space. Sitting on the table was an old fashioned pedal powered sewing machine and various bundles of fur and fabrics that looked very suspiciously like they came from living creatures. The creature grinned mockingly at Max again as it resumed its work, selecting a black fur to run through the machine. The light in the demon’s workspace grew darker as it finished, it stood admiring its handiwork. Max had fallen asleep to the sound of the whirring and clacking of the sewing machine and demon hoof. He was suddenly startled awake as something cold was brushed over his body, making his welts sting painfully. “He’s gonna eat me,” the dog thought to himself as he felt the brush over his face. His eyes closed by reflex and as he tried to open them found that they were stuck shut with something sticky. His legs and arms ached as he felt himself being lifted up and something tight slipped around his body. He whimpered as he heard the demon chuckle, “Oh, she is going to love this.” as something was pressed over his head. It easily slid on making it very hard for Max to breath as felt himself dumped into something and carried away.


The dog didn’t know how long he was carried but by the time he felt himself being set down, his chest burned. His head throbbed from the lack of oxygen as he started to panic. If he couldn’t get free now he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he expired. He thrashed against his bindings and only succeeded in knocking himself over. The muffled sound of hooves pounded against his starved brain as he set back up, he heard a loud growl clearly. “A very good girl is expecting to find her plushy under the tree, so be a good toy and stay put.” Max felt a heavy pat on his head before the clops of the hooves faded. He whined, unable to think clearly as visions of himself dangling from a rope danced behind his sealed eyelids. His cock strained against the stitching of his sheath as his body jerked softly then fell still.


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The morning sun rose, shining through a frosty window as Saila eagerly looked under her brightly decorated tree. The raccoon-arctic fox hybrid found a large plush lion, its black fur shining brightly under the sunbeam streaming in from the window. The 30 something old girl knelt, reading the tag that was attached to the toy’s ear. ~To Saila From Krampus~ Leaning next to the plush was a Christmas card inside was a short message thanking her for being such a good girl and to take care of Max. “I’m going to assume you are Max?” She chuckled asking the plush lion as she set the card to the side. “Wanna go back to bed?” She grunted as she picked the lion up. “What are you made of?” She wondered as she carried the Max plush to bed for some much needed snuggling.