Zangoose Saves Christmas


The Zangoose sat idle behind the dumpster just outside the mall. Everything was set up now he just needed to wait, and his toys would come to him. He was dressed as a mall Santa, having convinced a boy when no one was looking that Christmas would be ruined if he didn't help Santa. A little deer boy couldn't be any older than 7 walks up behind the dumpster. The boy was a little shocked to see Santa wearing nothing but a jacket and that classic Santa hat. His hyper cock and balls on full display, flaccid for now, however, making the boy feel apprehensive. The Zangoose smiled wide he could rape this boy half to death and eat him here, but someone might see, and it was starting to get cold, a chill in the air.

That's when the first dusting of snow began to fall from the sky. The Zangoose smiled wide and looked at the boy, pulling him closer, his heated junk resting against him softly. “Best we head back to my workshop for now, little one, I have need of you yet.” The sound of rushing bell's in the distance, the whipping of wind stirring. The snow scattering more intensely than usual for this time of year. Rushing inside the mall's warehouse, no one would be by for at least 12 hours. He pulls the boy back and starts lifting his shirt, an evil grin along the Pokémon face.

The boy felt weird, he didn't like it, but he let Santa have his way until the boy was completely naked and shivering this day. “S-santa I'm cold, can I have my clothes back?” The Zangoose shook his head and grinned, groping over his toy. “And ruin all the f-”

Suddenly there was a boom just outside the front door. Rushing outside, it sounded like an explosion. Rushing outside, the boy still in tow, the snow swirled heavy and in the alley a little red glow. The gentle sound of jingling had filled the two's ears. In sight of them both, a crashed sleigh. Reindeer sat at the front with one mighty glowing red nose. Nervous sweating coming from the Zangoose at least until he noticed not a fat man in view.

Oddly enough, despite the snow and cold of this evening, around the crashed slay sat a lovely warm glow. The boy looked on in shock, then with a big smile running up and down the alley naked as the day he was born. “You are Santa, you are, I was really worried for a moment back there.” Checking in the sleigh a moment, a sack full of toys, the Zangoose looked about inside confused. Then noticed the list of all the naughty boys. When running his claws along their names, images rushed into his mind. He could see anything he wanted to know about them, from the innocent to the perverse.

Why stick to just one toy this eve when he could have many hopping into the sleigh, an evil grin on his face. The boy climbing in with him, the Zangoose smiled a mid-flight snack does sound pretty good after all. Pulling back the reins however there was nothing. No movement, not even a twitch, had the reindeer passed away in the crash. Looking down for an on button, his grin turn to grimace. A little sign below the dash saying that only one with a pure heart can take on the reins.

Letting out a sigh, the Zangoose sat back, gently jerking off in the sleigh as he thought. Then the boy in his ever-growing excitement grabbed a hold of the reins. Shouting out very load. “Come Dasher, come Dancer come Prancer and Vixen come Comet come Cupid come Donner and Blitzen. Oh, and Rudolph!”

The Zangoose nearly rolled back in his seat, laying against the sack of toys as the sleigh lifted in the air and started to fly. A pure heart, huh, maybe this boy could be more useful than a mid-flight snack. Giving the boy a pat on the head, the Zangoose looked through the list of the naughty boys nearby. He scanned through the list for age, cock size and weight until he found a boy that'd make for an excellent appetizer. “Now uh… helper boy.” Best not mentioned he'd forgotten his name. “Take us here, there is a naughty boy I need to help personally.”

With that, the naked deer boy lashed at the reins, smiling on as they dashed through the night. The earth seemed to blur for just a moment before they found themselves above Great Britain. London to be precise, seems this list wasn't organized by rough locations. Landing on a rooftop, Zangoose stepped out, the boy trying to follow him. While the thought of raping and eating a boy in front of the lad sounded lovely, best to keep his heart pure, so he had a ride back. “You stay here helper keep the sleigh warm Santa will be back soon!”

The Zangoose looked at the Chimney for about half a second before heading into the building by the fire escape. He might be stealing his sleigh, but he's no saint nick when it comes to climbing. Heading inside, he heard the sound of ripping paper and crunching.  Inside sat a rotund boy couldn't have been older than 9 a raccoon with the sweetest little face. It looked like he was opening his gifts early this year.

Moving up from behind slowly, he reached around and covered the boy's maw tightly. Pressing his hefty shaft against his rear. The boy panicking and squirming in his arms. “Ho ho ho, Danny opening gifts a touch early Santa doesn't like that very much, why don't we take this discussion back to your room?”

And with that they were off quite as a mouse, closing the door, gently pinning the boy to that bed. The chubby lad, still squirming under his weight. The Zangoose had always tried to be stealthy, but he was never this good. Seems the role of Santa this year had come with some new perks.

Bending the boy over, he ripped off his clothes, bashing his head against the wall, cupping his mouth closed. Even when beating the boy against the wall, all his actions were silent unless he wanted otherwise. “Now don't make a peep, lad, or I'll kill your parents and fuck you with their corpses!” The boy just gulped as the last of his clothes were ripped off his body. The boy was semi hyper, large wobbly balls pleasant to feel so soft and lovely.

Removing his hand, the boy tried to scream. But his maw refused to open no matter how hard he tried. Tears rolling down his face. The Zangoose Slammed the boy's head into his window, bashing it in a few times before bringing the boy back out. The boy was dizzy, a concussion seemed to make him a touch more easy going as Santa slipped his dick around the boy's legs.

The boy was left in a daze as that fat shaft slurped around his form. Slicking up along those young legs. The boy in his confusion seeming to enjoy the feeling to a degree, right up until the first clench. Cock tightening hard and firm bending those legs to the extreme crushing them down backwards and snapping them. The cub trying to scream out and cry, but the Zangoose gags him by slamming his head against a pillow.

Tears soaking into the pillow, rolling down onto the bed as that ravenous cock goes to town over the boy's form. The heat from the Zangooses shaft pulses around the boy's shattered form. The boy struggles against the pillow 
struggling to cry out or even breathe, another long clench by that shaft pulls him in deeper. Body crushed under the sheer power of that cock, pre leaking around the boy as bones pierced his organs. Vision rapidly growing dark, movements starting to slow, but the Zangoose wasn't done with his fun quite yet. Covering the boy's maw, he lifted him up the boy's body, breathing deep on instinct. His lungs burning with every breath. Pain shooting through his little form like lightning.

The Zangoose just smiled nice and wide, seeing the look of pain and horror drenched across the poor boy's face as he slowly sank past the tip of his cock and into the darkness. Once inside his shaft, he couldn't muffle the boy with his hand anymore, but the thick cock flesh had that mostly covered for him. The cruel Pokémon stroking his mighty shaft with both hands while reveling in the sounds of the boy's cries for help.

With a wet moan, the Pokémon clenched his cock super hard. The sounds of crunching bones and muffled screams made his body shiver in ecstasy. The screaming and crying remains of the crushed up boy slipped down slowly into his hefty orbs. The Zangoose struggling to hold himself back from orgasm. Couldn't leave the boy half done after all medical technology had been improving every year, and he might survive or at least be able to say goodbye to his family.

His balls were super heated tanks of hot, thick ball slop. The crumpled body flopping into the stewing remains. It was like falling into a mud bath or a sauna, except it smelled of cum. The boy for almost a moment thought he'd at least die peacefully. At least until he felt that rough burning sensation run across his body. The Zangoose leaning back against the wall he could end this all in one simple clench but what fun would that be. Instead, he laid back in the boy's bed, got under his covers and relaxed while nursing his shaft. The boy inside, begging for the death to come as his flesh melted into hot cum fluids. His Body feeling like it was being eaten alive by bullet ants every second, he laid crumpled in that pool.

The wailing pain of that boy fueling the monster's lust pre staining the covers of the boy's bed. This lasted for hours the cub was surprisingly durable, after a while it turned into a game for the monstrous Santa. Keep his balls relaxed and see just how long he could keep the boy suffering. His cries turning to groans of pain into whimpers, and eventually over the course of a few hours he'd gone totally silent. An occasional knead might get a pained whimper or two out of him, but eventually all that could be heard was the creamy sound of churning broiled ball slop.

With a huff, The Zangoos jerked off with both hands he'd been more or less edging himself for hours as he'd listened to the boy cry out, so it didn't take much to push himself over the edge. Flooding the underside of that blanket. Warm pulses of thick cum shot, sputtering out his cock all over the underside of that bed. Getting his Santa outfit nice and filthy with molten cum. Bones from the churned boy slicking up that shaft, making a little slurp and pop noise as each one slipped up and out that shaft. Chubby Zangoose gut absolutely soaked as he just relaxed in his mess for a bit, letting the pleasure wash over him.

With a sigh, he climbed out of the bed and stretched, deciding to leave the mess of bones and cum for the boy's parents to find in the morning. Speaking of which, he might have spent a little too long on a single boy that must have taken 6 hours to break him down slowly like that. He'll probably only have time for another boy or two if he hurries. Making his way back up the fire escape, he heads up to the sleigh with a swiftness to his step, not even bothering to clean up first.

The deer boy stood up in the sleigh and smiled. “Wow, your back already, that was fast!” The Zangoos scratched his head a moment, it'd definitely taken a few hours, what was he on about. Looking down at the clock on the sleigh, however, the realization crept through him. It had been less than a minute. Time dilation of course, after all, how else would that fat lump of cheer deliver presents all across the world in the time frame of a single night. Still, it wasn't infinite, the brief thought of literally churning all the cubs in the world is quickly dispelled. It had been thirty seconds unless he ran in quick in and out, that amount of time over the course of billions would eat through the night rapidly.

It was strange still seeing the moon not having budged a single inch. The deer boy gave the Zangoose a strange look and poked at the warm cum splattered across his form, still dripping out that massive cock. “W-whats this Santa?” The Zangoos thought for a moment. “Uh Christmas joy?” The small cub looked up at Santa and smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

With that note, The Zangoose's grin grew wide, and the boy started up the sleigh again. Still, even if he couldn't churn down literally all of them, he was sure as hell going to broil down a small countries worth. He considered going after one country for a moment, the idea of parents waking up all across some small country to literally all the cubs being churn slop made him blush. Though that felt a little far even for him. Plus, he wanted to make all the boys of the world suffer equally.

Looking down the list, he'd found the sweetest little boy. Just about 5 by a few weeks, a cute chubby little fox boy. Ryan he'd been very good all year and all he'd wanted was a new bike. He'd lost his old one in the fire that consumed his previous home and family. A brief thought entered the Zangoose's mind, maybe this was a little too evil. That brief movement of humanity fading compared to the imagined cries of such an innocent boy breaking down into nut slurry.

With haste, he entered in the destination, and they'd arrived in Australia in seconds. Hovering above the young lad's place, it was a small space, his grandparent's old home. The Zangoose gave off a wicked little grin as he landed the boy next to him, a little concerned but getting more and more used to it. Dressed in nothing but a Santa hat and a jacket, he heads through the first open window he can. He thought for a moment it was strangely hot for winter, before remember the seasons were swapped on this side of the planet.

Stealth fully, he entered the young boy's room. He was fast asleep resting under thin sheets, naked as the day he was born. Made things easier for the Zangoose he supposed. The boy was slightly chubby and about the average size for his age in two regards, adorable really. The Zangoose removed the blanket slowly. Making certain not to wake him just yet, the tip of his cock already leaking pre in anticipation. Lifting the naked boy's body, he slipped his legs out the open window a moment. Maw opened nice and wide, he slips the young fox boy down into his waiting maw.

The boy wakes up slowly as moister soaked into him, a tongue resting on the back of his head and neck. Letting out a panicked yelp when he woke up. At least before the window was slammed down hard onto his legs at the fullest violent force the Zangoose could muster up. The boy screaming out as he leaned his head back and gulped around him. Screaming muffled by the Zangoos's as the boy bulged out punching and kicking.

Another hard slam down paralyzed the boy's legs as his knees were shattered. The young boy's body going totally stiff from the pain, hardly able to even let out a whimper through the shock. The Zangoose simply enjoying the boy's taste as his legs went limp. The boy's young cock and balls entering his maw. The Zangoose had always enjoyed the taste of cub junk. But he loved the reaction even more as he slammed his teeth down, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard. 

The boy inside him, grasping and crying out in searing pain about his legs until this exact moment. Shooting pain rocketing up his body, leaving him screaming as his young manhood was crushed. The Zangoose just enjoying the sounds, a wicked grin wider than anything else running from cheek to cheek. Gulping down the boy's legs pushing on the bulge in his throat, feeling the tortured child enter his stomach letting out a long belch. The Zangoose stroking his hyper shaft with both hands, feeling pre pump up and spurt along the boy's bed. He had time to really enjoy himself here, might as well lay it on thick.

The boy screaming out why over and over again from inside him. Through the churning acids, the Zangoose's fat body and his own moans of pleasure as he works away at his shaft over the 5-year-old's bed, he could hardly hear it. But he could, and it gave him an idea. “It's your fault they all died, that's why.” The boy fell silent, eyes going wide sitting naked in a pool of acid mangled body below him. “The house fire it was your fault your family all died because of you, and now I'm sending you to hell!”

The cub choked back his tears, gasping for air, pushing against the walls of the stomach. “I-I didn't please believe me!” Cried out the boy as loud as he could. The monster of a Zangoose pushed down on his gut kneading at the boy and clenching crushing his body hard leaving him dissolving in acid's body being flayed alive. The Zangoose's words getting more and more breathy as he got close to climax. “You left the hot water on too long and the house caught fire, killing everyone you love.” Didn't make much sense but the boy inside him was 5 after all.

The cub just sobbed and gripped at his head with his melting hands. “N-no I-I didn't know I'm sorry Mom, Dad I'm sorry, oh God.” The boy whimpered and screamed out, still struggling against that fat gut as his clenches mulched up his body. The boys forming converting over into hot chyme nicely begging turning into screaming and after a few hours of that total silence. Once the screaming started, the Zangoose couldn't help but nut splattering thick cum against the bed. Letting out a long huff, he relaxed in the boy's room on his phone. At least until he realized time dilation meant the slowest Wi-Fi in the world. Either that or this boy's grandparent's Wi-Fi just sucked ass.


In the best child's handwriting he could muster, the Zangoose wrote up a suicide note for the grandparents to find. Blaming his family's death on the hot water. Then he rolled up the sheet, so they wouldn't find all the cum. He thought it more fun if he simply vanished after they find that note. Leave what's left of the family wondering for a long time. The Zangoose's gut wobbling, a touch fatter after all that.

Heading back to the sleigh, the deer boy smiled at him. “Did you have too many cookies and milk, Santa?” The cub patting at his fattened gut. The Zangoose smirking. “Hehe yeah actually but I'll be fine.” Once the sleigh was started up again, the Zangoose went to town. Well, really anywhere, the sounds of young screams filled the night air by the thousands. There was no telling how many days had passed for the Zangoose taking his time making sure each and every boy suffered through the whole thing. Junk growing as they churned down thousands. He'd pretty much sustained himself on cubs at this point, not having had a normal meal in what felt like months. All the climbing up and down ladders and fire escapes certainly helped him keep his weight manageable, at least. He saw it for the first time in so long, the sun was slowly starting to raise, it peaked across the horizon. He must have had his fun with hundreds of thousands of young cubs, most of them stains in their beds. How was the world going to react to death on this scale, he wondered.

Excitement for watching all the news stories and crying families got him extra hard cock drooling pre in the sleigh as they flew back to the mall. It was truly a magical night, but it was time to say goodbye to this sleigh and this boy. It had been nearly 10 minutes between his last meal and his cock just couldn't take it, he needed to eat again. Suppose he'd developed an addiction to eating cubs. Well more of an addiction pinning the boy down without warning as they reached the mall again. “Santa, uh, is something wrong?”

The boy whimpered as the Zangoose pressed his hands along the boy's junk, groping over him. The boy letting off a soft moan as the Zangoose felt him up. “S-santa ah~” The Zangoose planned to ruin this boy before killing him. Pinning him against the sleigh, leaning in close and kissing his neck. As the sun slowly rose, it did so faster and faster. Seems the Zangoose was watching the cub lose his innocence in real time. The deer boy blushing hard, confused. “It's time for your reward for helping me tonight.”

He spread the boy's legs wide, the warmth of the sleigh starting to cool as its powers drifted away, and the night vanished in the blinding sunlight. His dripping hyper shaft pressed against the boy's backside. Grinding hard, leaving the cub gritting his teeth. “It's too big, Santa s-stop, it hurts.” The cub yelled out before having his maw muffled, the boy's eyes starting to well up as that shaft forced its way inside the boy's body. No mercy, no slowing down, the cub struggled and pushed back as the Zangoose raped him.

The boy's guts felt like they were on fire as that shaft forced its way deeper and deeper. Each slam of his cock rocking the sleigh as the boy tried to scream out to stop. He wished he could let him scream to the heavens, so he could bask in the wonderful sounds, but without any Santa powers it was a touch too risky. His cock pulse and spurting up pre along the boy's insides, making his gut swell slowly. Balls slamming down against his backside over and over again.

Eventually, the boy stopped trying to push Santa off of him and just tried to relax through it. Eyes losing their shine as he tried to distance himself from what was, happening. At least he tried to up until the moment where gallons of ball slop and bones pumped down into his body filling out his gut making him wince in sharp pain before the Zangoose pulled out.

Oops, he'd planned to splatter that last cub in a nice pile in his basement to clean up and jerk off on. Figured he'd start a bone collection from all the future boys he killed. Though it was more fitting for this boy to serve as the first pile anyway. Cum and bones still shot out his shaft over the cub's body, the deer just wondering if it was all at least over.

At least until a cock still pumping out cub bones and gallons of ball sludge a second wrapped around his head. “I think you need some time in Santa's sack, kiddo.” He huffed out as he crammed that shaft around the cub's little body. Head and shoulders completely engulfed, a single pulse and flex from his shaft shattering the cub's rib cage and breaking both his arms in an instant. The boy screaming out in horrible pain, slipping deeper each and every clench, crushing and mangling his body further and further until he was a crying heap of meat and broken bones slipping into his balls.

He'd wished he could slowly churn him down into nothing in the most painful manner he could think, but he just didn't have time. No need to be greedy, he'd certainly had his fill for tonight. Clenching his balls down over and over again, feeling the boy inside getting crushed into hot mushy ball slush as he screamed through the waves of hot cum and ball fat. Until the only sound he could hear wasn't screaming anymore, but crutching and rapid melting in those orbs.

The Zangoose left the sleigh behind and rushed to his car heading home, ready to splatter his trophy and relax after a long night of cub culling. After he'd finished shooting, the ropes of cum sputter along his basement floor, bones clattering off the wall into a sticky Heep on the ground, he went upstairs and turned on the news. “In what can only be described as an act of genocide, hundreds of thousands of boys worldwide have gone missing or been found churned in their homes. Santa Claus was arrested earlier this evening under a suspect of the devouring. How will the families cope with Santa's sure to be execution, how will this effect future Christmas events. More on all this at 11 so stay tuned!”