"Alright dear. Get some sleep, okay? Santa will come around in the morning to drop your presents off, same as he does every year...so you'll be good and stay in bed, won't you?"

"Of course, mom."

"Good girl." Violet's mother leant forward, planting her muzzle on the girl's head, and with a warm smile, she backed towards the door, casting her daughter one final look before she turned off the light and clicked the door shut behind her on the way out. Silence filled the room as the girl, barely 11 years old, settled down beneath the black covers of her bedsheets, her room bathed in similar colours of pink and black. She settled down and closed her eyes with a deep sigh, expecting sleep to take her easily. She just wanted to open her presents tomorrow, be showered with gifts, and have the time of her life.

That's what was meant to happen, anyway. Instead, as she was slowly drifting to sleep, she heard a rustle from outside her window. It was quiet at first, like the wind blowing against the bushes lining their middle-class home, but then it became more pronounced, more purposed...it was like someone was shaking wheat and reeds, accentuated by a quiet jingle of what sounded like a little ball-shaped bell, and only one of them at that. She raised her head from her pillow and squinted over at the window, where she was sure she could hear the noise.

Through the thin curtains, she could see the silhouette of something in the window, long and relatively thick. It wiggled and swung back and forth in a way that made it seem like it was just another branch in the tree, but it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger...or was it? It was hard to tell. She grimaced, thinking nothing of it, and rolled to the side away from the window, getting snuggled up in her covers. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and a long, tired sigh...before there was a quiet and soft thud, like boots on carpet.

She shifted, suddenly uneasy, and then eventually turned in the bed to roll to the other side, looking across the room. Her heart froze in her chest and she took in a deep, gasping breath when her eyes fell upon a shadowy figure standing by her window. It was way taller than her dad, well over 6 feet at least, and seemed to be muscular and stockily built. She couldn't make out very many features in the dark, but she could make out the slow, deep breaths, and she could see his yellow eyes, each one glowing dimly in the darkness.

Young Violet did the only thing she could think to do; she leant to the side and turned on her little end-table lamp, shaped like a moon. A bright-ish white light illuminated the space and revealed all that laid bare, which only caught Violet by surprise even more-- before her, standing near her desk, was some kind of man, shaped like any other anthro adult man she'd seen before, with the head of a goat. There seemed to be something on his back, some kind of basket, and all he wore was some kind of thick red woollen pants that went all the way down to his hooves. He had thick chest muscles like the kind she saw in celebrity magazines, and his face was ruggedly handsome. The only reason she spent so long eyeing up all his features is because the goat man, in kind, did nothing but stand there and stare. It would have been unsettling, had Violet not thought she was safe in her own home.

"W...Who are you?" She asked awkwardly, scooting down a little further in the bed. The man twisted his head to the side for a moment before slowly approaching the bed.

"I'm Krampus, child. I'm your punishment, young Violeté," He spoke with a rich, deep baritone voice that bordered on making the girl's bones vibrate. "I hope you're ready, girl."

"Violeté-- wait," She began, sitting up in her bed, her brow creasing. "I'm not Violeté. I'm Violet."

"Yes, Vio..." He froze in his approach, suddenly frowning. "Wait, Violet? Oh...shit."

Her eyes widened when he swore, but she didn't say anything about it. For a second he took in the sight of her; she was a young little thing, distinctly female, and a possum with bright white fur and a slim figure...or at least, he assumed, since she was wearing some pretty feminine pink and purple long-sleeve pyjamas that covered the majority of her. The only thing that indicated her species was her rounded pink ears that looked a little taller than the average possum, her pronounced tapered snout, and the striped tail that poked out from the side of the bedsheets.

"If you're not Violeté, then..." He hummed, reaching around to the pack on his back, where he retrieved what looked to be a small book. As he started flipping through it, Violet stared at him, looking him up and down, before her muzzle curled back in a sneer.

"If you're meant to go around and punish kids, shouldn't you make sure you have the right kid first?" She scoffed. "Some magical being you are..."

"Careful now, missy," He warned. "Don't be a brat. It's my job to whip brats into shape."

"Well, maybe I am one," She puffed out her chest confidently. "I'm mean to my mom all the time."

He knew that wasn't true; even if there was a mix-up, he still knew what a good person looked like. Unbeknownst to her, he could see her soul, and though there were flecks of bad in there, it was mostly pure. He pursed his muzzle, moving his gaze from her down to the book.

"C'mon, punish me!" She moved forward on the bed, pushing the covers back and crawling forward on all fours. "Why won't you?"

"I know you're not a bad person, Violet," He replied out loud, without looking at her, flicking through the pages. "Why do you want to be punished so badly?"

"...I dunno." She shrugged her shoulders. Part of it was excitement, the chance at doing something new and interesting, and part of it was some kind of self-sacrifice...though she had no idea that her attempts to unburden this 'Violeté' of their punishment wouldn't actually work. She wriggled in her seated position impatiently as he looked back up at her and he grimaced at her peculiar excitement-- she noticed his expression and stuck out her tongue, trying to be bratty.

"If you don't, I'll be really ungrateful at my presents tomorrow. I'll call Santa a butthead." She insisted, and Krampus stiffened slightly. It kind of turned him on when he got the interest in breaking bratty kids. Clearing his throat, he tucked away the book into the pack on his back and sighed, adjusting the waistline of his woollen pants.

"You really want this, don't you?" He huffed. "Truly? Be warned, little girl, this punishment isn't for the faint of heart. It's meant to set you straight, not make you giggle."

"I-I can take it." She was intimidated, but still curious and confident. He scoffed at her bravery and she leaned back, crossing her arms with some kind of triumph on her face. What she hadn't expected, however, was for him to start working down the waistline of his pants, slipping them over his muscular hips. Even in the dim light she could see the growing outline of his dick slowly getting revealed as he pushed the pants further down; she couldn't tell if it was hard or not, but it already looked frighteningly thick.

"W-Wait, what are you..." She didn't understand. "Aren't you mean to whip me with a branch or something? That's what all the folk tales say..."

"Oh, that? An outdated punishment." His muzzle curled into a devilish grin. "I think this is much more appropriate and...well, modern."

Violet took a particularly pronounced gulp as her eyes darted down, taking in the sight of that behemoth of a cock; it seemed to have no end, but finally the head of it passed the band of those woollen pants and sprung upwards, already at half-mast. It was thick, black and humanoid in shape, with a bumpy vein along its length and a deep reddish-black head that swelled with each pulsing bob.

He wordlessly took in her gawking expression for a moment before he let his pants drop, and with a sweeping motion he lifted one leg to free his ankles, his hooves thudding against the carpeted floor. He shifted on the spot for a moment, shaking his leg to kick the pants off, and he started to round the bed, gaze trailing over her lithe, feminine form, despite her age. He reached out with a hand, watching as she briefly shrank away before following through on her promise and leaning closer.

He didn't tell her what he was going to do to her; instead, all he did was put his hand on her back, and she leant forward in response, getting onto all fours. She wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but it worked well enough for him-- he placed his hand on her back, sliding it down towards the elastic waistband of her unisex pyjamas, where his claws fingers tucked into the back, threatening to prod into the crease between her cheeks. He tilted his hand, pushing the pyjamas down further to expose her beautiful white behind, and that thick pink tail too.

For a moment Violet sat there on all fours, gritting her teeth nervously as she felt the stranger's hand invade around her body, groping and stroking her ass, cupping fistfuls of her flesh, before she felt her weight swing to one side as the mattress sank and creaked under the goat man's incredible weight. He heaved himself up onto her bed, the wooden slats beneath the mattress bending and groaning as they supported his size. His hooves kicked around the head of her bed and tossed the pillow onto the floor so he could lower himself down and sink his legs backwards, bringing his head closer and closer to her now-revealed ass. She craned her neck to try and see what he was doing, but she didn't need to look to inevitably understand.

Violet let out a sudden gasp when she felt a wet warmth spread across her behind, right between her cheeks. She wriggled her behind and tried to scoot forward out of his grip, immediately unsure he should even be doing it, but she was pulled in by his large hands and kept there with curling fingers. His tongue, long and invasive, slid from the soft folds of her pussy straight up to her ass, and after some squirming and pressing, it was clear her ass was what he was most interested in-- he delved deep to smear his tongue around every spasming little inch of her hole, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet groan; she'd never had her ass licked before, and it was alarmingly good.

That tongue dragged upwards until it curled and pressed around the tautness of her virgin hole, pressing to feel the flesh instinctively clench to force him out-- how else would she react, when it felt like something was trying to force itself into her ass. Her face scrunched up and a mixture of discomfort and pleasure escaped her gritted teeth as the tip of that tongue, long and almost prehensile, nudged and pressed around the flesh, rolling in a circle until it pressed against her button with a greater force and fervency. Violet could only squeeze for so long before her body started to give, and by extension, her muscles relaxed, enough for that tongue to start sinking inside.

It didn't stop at just the tip, nor did it linger for very long-- Violet felt a rapid and sweeping feeling as the tongue slid deeper and deeper, far beyond anything she could have anticipated. It sunk so deep that she was sure she could feel it probing at the inside of her stomach as it curled around and slathered her up by multiple inches. Her ring spasmed in the effort it took to accommodate the tongue, but the appendage was squishy, and it sank easily against her clenching...and the stranger knew that she wouldn't have as much leeway when he replaced his tongue with something much firmer. A groan escaped the goat's mouth, hot air wafting across her fur and between her cheeks as his nose and teeth grazed against her fur, the tongue sinking as deep as he could manage. It wriggled inside her, moving up and down and poking every inch of her inner walls, making Violet's legs feel like jelly. She wobbled and her arms shook with the exertion of staying on all fours as her eyes lidded over; most of the discomfort had faded the more he wriggled his tongue around, replaced by a growing pleasure that made her cheeks flush and her body tingle in ways she'd never really felt before.

Krampus growled with a sense of purpose and lust, and his tongue slowly began to slide back coiling and slathering along her insides as he withdrew about half of his tongue before plunging it into her again. Violet arched her back in response, her tail standing on end before flopping backwards to coil around one of Krampus's arms, almost possessively, as she tried her best to retrain the moan that threatened to push out her mouth. The man's hands squeezed and massaged her cheeks as his tongue delved with reckless abandon, continuously plunging in and out of her as the possum girl's soft little cunt squeezed and spasmed, already wet with moisture. 

"Good girl..." The words were kind of an oxymoron, considering she was meant to be under some sort of punishment, but he didn't care that much-- she was already undeserving of punishment since she was on the Nice List, but he was doing as she so eagerly demanded, whilst reining it in a little-- were she the boy he was meant to punish, he wouldn't have made an effort to lube her up. After a handful more moments and eager exploration, he finally pulled back with a sigh, and she in turn clamped around his withdrawing tongue until the tip popped from her moistened, spit-covered button. He pulled it back into his mouth and slowly rose, making his arousal obvious to her when he laid the length of his thick, adult cock along her back.

Violet clamped her muzzle shut and she quivered, arching her back a little more. She was almost entirely certain that cock was reaching her shoulder blades, but she couldn't be entirely sure since her back was meant, and she was so incredibly inexperienced with sex in general. The cock dragged backwards, trailing along the fabric of her shirt and towards the bump of her cheeks-- for a while she couldn't even feel the tip, but it became obvious when it passed towards her ass, and inevitably pushed down, smearing between her cheeks. He pushed forward, delighting in the way her cheeks so easily spread, yet her hole strained to keep him out.

He didn't warn her about what he was going to do, nor did he tell her he was going to be gentle, mostly on account of the fact that he wasn't really going to be gentle, not even a little. He pushed his hips forward for a moment or two, moving his knees to the side so that he could distribute his weight around the mattress some more, his balls swinging with each subtle movement. He angled his cock down, gritting his teeth as he gently nudged against that asshole, pressing with purpose as she tried to push back against him, squeezing her ring, not wanting him to slip inside...but it was a futile effort. With a quiet hiss, he pressed with more strength, and like with his tongue she started to relax somewhat, her clenching muscles unable to hold any more.

A groan escaped Krampus's mouth as he sank himself inside; he'd felt it when eating her out, but her ass was wonderfully tight, and she squeezed in all the right places as he stretched her flesh far beyond its limits, his turgid, twitching cock forcing her inner walls open as she trembled and grunted, shuddering from the discomfort. Her fingers curled against the bedsheets as he paused after a few inches, letting her get used to the feeling of it, before he sank further in again, his short tail wiggling with the delightful sensations of their sex. Bit by bit he inched further and further into her, his invading length swiftly breaking into her virgin hole until she'd managed to talk about half of his monstrous cock. It was at that point that he met some degree of resistance. He couldn't sink deeper, despite his efforts, so he slowly started to pull back.

"That's it, just relax. You'll get your punishment." He assured her, slowly tugging his hips back until his glans kissed with her inner ring, her clenching hole stopping him from being able to pull out completely. He bowed his hips a little, as much as he could, to rock them forwards again into her, and the pre-cum that had trailed along her hole as he withdrew helped to slicken that thrust, allowing him to easily glide in and press to that resisting barrier again. This time, he sunk in a little further, which caused a glimmer in his eye; she was getting used to it.

With his hands curling and gripping around her hips and cheeks, he pulled back and started to move at a more moderate, yet still remarkably slow pace. He wanted to make sure she really felt it, but he had no intention of hurting her too much, or being too rough, even if he so eagerly wanted to. His hips pumped with a steadily growing intensity over time and Violet, frankly, wasn't sure if she could handle it. She started to whimper, her bratty face twisted into an expression that could only be described as struggling. She had to bite down on her lower lip just to stop herself from crying out from the mixture of pain and pleasure she felt; her walls were more stretched out than they had ever been before, desperate for rest, but with it came a strange pleasure as the underside of that cock rubbed along the membrane between the canals of ass and pussy. It made her cunt all the more wetter from a growing and unfamiliar sensation that, up until that point, she'd only felt from touching herself.

As his movements quickened, Krampus could visibly notice that he was managing to get deeper and deeper every time he plunged...not enough for her to completely take it yet, but he had confidence she'd take it all in time. He couldn't see, but her stomach bowed and stuck out each time he pounded into her, the sheer size and girth of his cock proving to be more than enough to fill her up. He started to grunt under his breath, pumping as his balls swung to lightly graze her thighs as he buried deeper and deeper. The pre-cum surrounding his cock made his movements easier and easier, until he was eventually starting to work up a frenzy, the slick fluids becoming so potent and voluminous that the sounds of their sex grow wet. The bed creaks with each eager thrust, but they fall on deaf ears-- the power of Christmas, if one could call it that, was more or less keeping things quiet.

"That's it girl, that's...ooh..." Krampus huffed, closing his eyes to relish and drown in the sensations of his hips pumping back and forth, of that tight ass squeezing around all of his cock. By that point, just about all of his thick meat could fit inside, and when he was able to finally kiss his pelvis to that perky possum ass, he changed tact, moving from long and hard thrusts into short and rapid slaps that kept her close and milked her on his cock. His grunts became low and masculine huffs with the occasional horny snort whilst, at the same time, Violet couldn't resist hanging her head and starting to wildly pant, her mouth agape. She couldn't hold back her moans any more; they came out in half-whimpers, in sharp gasps, and she clenched and tried to keep herself steady despite her shaking legs.

The goat's grunts became more and more fervent as he sped up his humps, closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of it, but he didn't get to enjoy it for long before his attention was instead turned to Violet. The young possum started to push back against him, slamming her ass down onto his invading cock as he shuddered, trembling and crying out with pleasure. Between her legs, her pussy quivered and spasmed, and her innards milked around his member as she climaxed from his cock for the first time. She'd never really truly been fucked before, never cum from being fucked, but the pleasure she felt was overwhelming. She wanted to flump forwards, to flop down onto the bed-- her legs begged for rest-- but Krampuss held her there firmly, but he was nowhere near done.

He plunged again, keeping his steady and methodical rhythm that continued to stimulate and stretch out her innards, passing over her orgasm to slowly make the pleasure rise within her again. She couldn't recall experiencing multiple orgasms before, so when he kept going she couldn't help but to groan again, feeling a pressure within her building, rising up to a point where she was sure she was nearing some kind of climax again already. She clenched her knees together, fingers gripping the bedsheets, before she pushed her body back against him again and huffed, mumbling his name. He relished that, licking his lips as he pumped, moving a hand from her ass to the base of her tail, keeping it up and using it as leverage to pull her closer.

"Ooooh, take it all..." He mumbled, growling with desire as he felt her quiver around his cock, barely a minute or so after he'd already made her cum. Her ass gripped tight as he tried to move ever faster, despite his growing need to cum. Violet couldn't help but to eventually lower her arms and lean forwards, stretching out her arms as she lowered her body, pushing her lower torso up whilst putting her head down to the sheets, curling her fingers and toes. He delighted in the way she squeezed like a vice, in the way her insides squeezed in waves around his pistoning length; he knew she was close to another.

She orgasmed again, as powerful as the last, letting out a cry as she rolled her head to the side to press it against the coolness of the bedsheets. She groaned out and gritted her teeth, letting it come out more like a sigh as she milked his member again, but this time he had no more stamina to give. He pushed forwards as drowned in the spasming of her pussy, in the squeezing of her ass, before his balls scrunched up against his body, pushing to his taint, and he felt himself pass the point of no return.

With a shift of his knees and one final growl, he busts-- a thick and heavy spurt of cum shot straight into her ass, his cock twitching against her bulged-out stomach, painting her canal with a flood of thick seed that splattered backwards and oozed outwards onto his own balls, dripping into the bed. He rolled his head back, his member twitching in time with his balls heavy churning, pumping spurt after spurt. His orgasm lasted longer than he could have imagined, his member still yet twitching even after the cum had started to dribble more readily from her behind, little trickles seeping onto her damp pussy.

He swung his head back forward after a little while and his gaze travelled down to her, glancing over her face. His eyes widened when he saw her eyes shut, and he leaned forward to reach out and touch her face.

The realisation came to him rather quickly; she had passed out.

When Violet awoke in the morning, she was somehow the right way up in bed, tucked under the covers...though when she moved, her inner thighs felt crusty, even though her pyjamas were back up. She tried not to think about it too much, knowing she'd get to shower in a second...right now, however, it was Christmas morning. She dragged herself out of bed and quickly moved, heading to the door, where she could hear her parents talking downstairs.

"Merry Christmas!" One of them called up the stairs as they heard her barrelling down. Festivities were quick; she gave them both a hug and started going through presents. She got a good chunk of what she wanted courtesy of Santa-- some cute Barbie toys, some bits and pieces of makeup, some cute clothes...and eventually a mystery box from an unknown sender. There was no name on the box, but whilst her parents adjourned to the kitchen to check on their slowly preparing dinner, she opened it up to take a look.

Inside was a single girly doll dressed in a particularly lavish dress that made her look like a princess. Most curious was the species; she was a white possum with bright pink hair, just like her. She turned her attention to a small plastic bag, which contained three lumps of dark black rocks. Beside it was a note; she picked it up and gave it a read.

The words were simple; it apologised profusely for the mix-up, and wished her a Merry Christmas. It goes on to say that he'll attempt to speak to Santa to try and pardon some of her more naughty antics for next year. The thought of it, and the sensation she felt in her body when her eyes ran over his signed name at the bottom, brought a smile to her face.

Next year, she'd like the opportunity to see him under friendlier circumstances, rather than a mix-up...so maybe she'll try and be extra good so Santa might give her the gift of his company again...though, maybe she could afford to be a little naughty too, just to get his interest. She wouldn't mind if he wanted to punish her again.