Zack HATED the holidays. Hitching his coat higher up his neck, he scowled as he waded through the sea of shoppers, who were all busy bustling this way and that. Everyone was laden with packages, presents, and other such goods, laughing and talking excitedly about that upcoming holiday that everyone loved: Christmas. That is…everyone…but Zack. But Zack didn’t just hate the holidays for their tacky songs that played on the radio RIGHT after Halloween. He didn’t hate the holidays because the stores were cheaply decorated advertising “holiday sales.” He didn’t even hate the people standing outside grocery stores, ringing bells to entice people to slip spare change into the bucket. He hated the holidays because it was expected of him to be “happy.”
 
  Zack had no reason to be happy. Every Christmas year, his life had been one miserable ordeal after another. It all started when he was little, when he learned at a very young age Santa wasn’t real, and that his family had made it up. How he had gotten in trouble at school for making his fellow classmates cry when he told them what happened. How he had gotten into accidents the year after that that made him lose his job. How he had gotten into a fight with almost every single girlfriend he ever had at this time of year, and ended up being dumped on Christmas day. And now here he was, out of school, out of college, alone, single, with a new dead end job, in a city too far away from family, about to spend another year alone.
 
  Sighing sadly, he stuck his hands in his pockets and turned to leave the mall. He had come here, thinking about buying a present for a friend of his. But seeing how busy it was, decided he was just going to get them an E-gift card. But as he began to walk out, an old woman stepped in front of him, rattling a tin of loose change under his nose. “Spare change for the unfortunate?” She rasped in a reedy voice.
 
  “Sorry, don’t have any…” Zack said, and this was perfectly true. In today’s day and age, who really carried spare change?
 
  “Anything will do, sunny jim…” She beamed brightly, lifting the can a little higher. “Tis the season after all! Think of_”
 
  “Think of what? People less fortunate than me?” Zack asked, his voice containing more scorn than he intended. “Sorry, but I don’t have anything to give, I really don’t. I am having a hard enough time making end’s meet without trying to help others.”
 
  The woman looked hard at him, her eyes gray and milky. “You ought to count your blessings boy…” She said coldly, eyeing him up and down. “You should be more grateful with what you have, rather than what you don’t.”
 
  Zack’s jaw clenched, this old bat was starting to get on his nerves. “Right. Because so much good has happened to me. You know what, yeah, I’ve got something for you.” He reached into his pocket, pretending to rummage around for a second, before pulling out his hand and flipping the woman off. “There, my last fuck. Don’t spend it all in one place.” And he stormed away, but not before the woman grabbed his arm. “Hey, let go you_”
 
  “Listen well boy…” The woman whispered in a menacing voice, and the look on her aged face became terrifying. She spoke in some language that made no sense to him at all, and he felt her fingers grow suddenly hot, almost burning. He yelped and pulled his hand away, staring at her in horror and awe. She said nothing as she shuffled away, passerbys looking between her and him. Some simply went back to their business. Others shook their heads. Feeling slightly shaken, Zack looked down at his wrist. There were no visible marks, and the burning sensation had vanished. But the woman’s reedy words were echoing in his mind longer than they should have. Shivering, he hurried from the mall, and headed home.
 
  By dinner that evening, he had nearly forgotten about the old woman and the incident. He was humming happily to himself as he microwaved himself a meal, played some games, and, in the spirit of some holiday cheer, helped himself to a glass of eggnog. He hadn’t really decorated the apartment for the occasion, but did put up a cheap little tree in the corner by the fireplace. The only reason he did this was because he was tired of guests commenting on how he didn’t have anything for Christmas up around his house. In truth, he didn’t really care, but he was just tired of people asking “So, when are you going to get a tree?”
 
  Zack had just started doing laundry for the night, when, as he picked up his coat, something slipped out of his pocket. It fell to the floor with a tinkle of metal, and the sound of tiny bells. Frowning, he picked it up. It was such a strange little thing. It looked like something used in a satanic ritual. It was a round metal disc, lined with tiny silver bells. But inside the ring of the disc was, carved in metal, a strange looking creature. It looked like an artist's rendition of the devil, a muscular woman with hooved feet, a leering mouth, holding a bunch of branches in one hand, and a terrified looking child in the other. What was most disturbing was the fact that a man’s cock and balls were carved into the metal as well where her vagina ought to be. The cock was as long and thick as a horse cock! And the sack could easily fit the terrified child inside! Zack realized that the crazy woman from before must have slipped this into his pocket. Disgusted, he growled “I fucking hate Christmas…” And chucked the ring into the fireplace. Let it burn and melt for all he cared. He watched the metal blacken as it sat amongst the tongue of flames, and in his mind, quietly wished the stupid holiday never existed.
 
  Too grumpy to do much else, he simply closed up for the evening, locked the doors, and laid on the couch, too lazy to crawl into bed. He had the day off tomorrow, and he had already turned off his phone. Zack didn’t feel like waking up to notifications of “Merry Christmas” over and over again. Sighing, he allowed his mind to drift as the fire burned lower and lower, filling the air with a smoky, relaxing smell, the burning coals casting hypnotic lights along the walls. He watched the dancing lights for a moment, feeling himself growing sleepier and sleepier. Without realizing it, he soon fell into a deep sleep…
 
  Zack was laid on a bed…the most wonderful, softest bed he had ever felt in his entire life. The air smelled of sex, as a beautiful woman crawled over him. Her features shimmered about her, but Zack didn’t care. Her perfume, smoky and musky, was so intoxicating. He tried to sit up, but the woman smiled and pushed him back into two soft pillows. The smell seemed to be coming from them! He found himself nuzzling them, breathing them in deeply as he felt hands on his ass, massaging it, something snaking around his erect cock. It lazily stroked up and down, making him moan, and his hips began to thrust into whatever it was blissfully. He breathed in the scent again, moaning as his felt warm and hot all over…too hot. And wait…when did pillows have a heartbeat? He frowned as he felt the material he laid against. Something wasn’t right. He blinked…and opened his eyes.
 
  “Merry Christmas, naughty boy…” A sweet voice cooed as a hand reached down and caressed his head. Zack sat up, and recoiled in shock as he realized the soft pillows he had been cuddling against…were a pair of giant testicles in a plump sack the size of a bean bag chair! It was from these that intoxicating scent was coming from, and filling the room like the scent of a wood wick candle. And attached to this magnificent sack was a creature Zack had seen in many pornos and furry websites, but never believed to be real. A horse anthro stood before him. But she was tall and just as curvy as she was muscular. Horns grew out from the side of her head, curling like a goat’s. Her eyes burned like simmering coals, and held both a burning love and lust as she gazed at him with a soft smile on her plump lips. Her large breasts were bare, in fact, all of her was naked, and adding to this terrifying but arousing sight was a large black, glossy horse cock that lay limp off to the side of her balls.
 
  The creature flicked her tail back and forth playfully as she surveyed him with something akin to motherly love. “Well, since you're up, we might as well make the most of this.” She sat up and stretched, making her breasts jiggle lewdly. “So, how do you want to do this?”
 
  “I’m sorry?” Zack asked, too bewildered to think of a coherent thought as he was still trying to grasp why this creature was in his room.
 
  “I mean, how do you want to spend your last night here?” She asked casually, as though she and him were on a date, and they were deciding what movie they were going to watch together. “We’ve gotta make it fun for the both of us. You did seem to rather enjoy nuzzling my sack.” And she gave it a loving pat, causing the supple flesh to jiggle. The sound of something sloshing about inside could be heard with each pat.
 
  Zack blinked, before finally managing to stutter “Wh…who are you?”
 
  The horse blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You don’t know who I am? Aren’t you the one who summoned me?”
 
  “I summoned you?” Repeated Zack, growing more dumbfounded.
 
  “Well, yeah…” She crossed her arms, looking annoyed now. “Didn’t you toss my mark into the fire and wish for Christmas to never exist? Well, sadly I can’t do that, the big guy would mount my horns on the wall if I even suggested it. So we’re going with the next best thing. We’re going to make YOU not exist…” And she smiled lovingly at him, licking her lips, and reaching down to play with one of her breasts.
 
  Zack’s mouth fell open in utter shock as he glanced at the fire, and remembered his angry words. “Look…there has to be…this has to be…” He stammered, suddenly feeling fearful “...this…this is just all a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to summon you, it was an accident.”
 
  “Accident?” The woman asked, amused and looking at him in a doubtful sort of way.
 
  “Yeah yeah, an accident!” Zack nodded frantically. “I…I got that mark from some old hag in the mall and_”
 
  “Ah, so your the dick who gave her your last fuck?” Interrupted the woman, making Zack stop dead in his tracks. “Yeah, no, sorry sugar, she gave that last fuck to me, and told me you could do with learning a little lesson. But don’t worry…” She licked her lips and cooed “I am an excellent teacher.”
 
  Zack’s face went pale as he took a nervous step back. “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but_”
 
  “The name’s Krampus…” The demon horse anthro woman cooed as she stepped closer, her cock growing erect as she reached down to stroke it. “And it is my job to deal with naughty little boys like you, and to make sure you don’t ruin the holiday for anyone else.”
 
  At these words, Zack’s anger flared up as memories of his past Christmas experiences leapt into his mind. “Look, I’ve had no reason to be thankful…every Christmas I’ve had my entire life, I’ve had nothing but pain and misery. And I’ve been given nothing but pain and misery. Its not my problem if the world gets upset because I’m not happy. I have the right to not be happy!” His voice rose into a shout as he spoke, his chest heaving, his fists clenched.
 
  Krampus looked at him with the affection of a mother listening to her son retell a nightmare they had. Her frown was sad, and there was indeed sorrow in her eyes. “I know…” She whispered quietly, sitting down on the couch again and patted the seat beside her, inviting him to sit. “I’ve been watching you ever since you were a little boy.”
 
  “Y…you have?” Zack asked, astonished, forgetting his anger. “But…but I don’t understand…” Suddenly he felt something wrap around his wrist and looked down to see a long tail with a spade tip pull him over to Krampus. She gently pulled him into a loving hug, letting his head rest on her plump breasts, stroking his head.
 
  “It's my job to watch all naughty boys and girls…” She cooed with a smile, booping him on the nose as his face was framed by her breasts. Her skin was soft and lusciously warm, and a spicy odor emitted from her. It was like holiday spice, but muskier. And if he was being honest, he was finding he was breathing in rather deeply. “I watch over all naughty boys and girls who have lost their Christmas spirit. Most lose it because they don’t get enough love during the holidays. Or something has happened to them that has made them lose faith. Others just are simply jealous of seeing so many happier than they are, and so they lash out.” She continued to stroke his hair, holding Zack in her embrace. “You lost your Christmas Spirit long ago, didn’t you?”
 
  Zack looked up into those warm, glowing eyes. They radiated such warmth and affection, it was like he was being drawn into them. “I…yes…” he finally managed to say, whimpering as those bad memories played in his mind like an old fashioned movie reel.
 
  “Shhh…shhh…” Krampus cooed, stroking his hair again as she smiled, rubbing her breasts against his face more. “Don’t worry…Mama Krampus will make all that pain go away. And soon you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Doesn’t that sound nice?” And after a moment’s pause, Zack nodded. “Mmm…good.” And she kissed him. Zack moaned into the kiss as her full lips moved over his, her tongue battling his as she felt her hands working on his clothes. “Now…let’s see what we have to work with…” And she playfully pulled down his pants, revealing his already raging cock, which had been begging for release for the better part of a half an hour. “Mmm not bad for a naughty boy like you…” Krampus teased, giving it a few strokes.
 
  “But only good boys get to cum” She added, releasing his cock and pushing him against the couch so he was on his back. “Which means you’ll only get to cum when I say you get to cum, got it?” Zack opened his mouth to protest, but Krampus suddenly sat down so fast, he didn’t have time to react. His muffled cries of protest were lost as his head was wedged deep in her ass, her oversized balls laying heavily on his chest as she began to stroke his cock again. “Now, naughty boy, time to clean my chimney. And if you do a good job, Mama Krampus will reward you with some cookies and milk.”
 
  Zack tried to open his mouth to speak, but the moment he took a breath, he moaned and shivered. The musk coming from her ass was…intoxicating. There was no other way to describe it. Heavy, spicy, it made his eyes water, but each breath he took made him want more. It was wholesome like the smell of fresh gingerbread cookies, and yet arousing like a candle from a sex shop. Without realizing it, his hands had come up and were gripping the ass smothering him, trying to pull more of it down on him. “Oh fuck…this smell…so good…” Zack moaned, his cock throbbing madly and already starting to leak.
 
  Krampus grinned. “Mmm such a naughty boy, getting high off my ass. But it's fine. Go ahead. Sniff, lick, kiss…do whatever you want baby. Tonight is all about you.”
 
  Zack didn’t need any more prompting. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushed his head forward, feeling his fingers sinking into her supple flesh. It was like hugging a giant, squishy hot pad. Every movement he made caused Krampus’s posterior to bounce and sway, causing him to moan as that same supple flesh massaged his skin. He wormed his way deeper, seeking the one thing he craved more than anything.
 
 
  “That’s it naughty boy…” Krampus cooed as she stroked her cock, moaning softly. “Just lose yourself back there, and don’t you dare stop until I’ve finished.”
 
  Zack had never blushed harder in his life. The deep pit of anger and loneliness that had formed within him for years was now filled with a desire to lose himself in her musky ass. Nestling his face deep between Krampus's cheeks, Zack began to work his way toward the prize hidden within. Smothered in comfortable warmth, he took a deep breath of the hot, musky air. It was that breath of air that broke him. Shivering with a moan, he opened his eyes, and came face to face with the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Her anus was as round and fat as a donut in a bakery. It was black and glossy, as though made of latex. It seemed to blow kisses at him, and each time it did, a waft of such intoxicating musk filled his lungs, each breath felt like an orgasm to him. He was so entranced, he stopped moving, dreamy faced, content to just breathe in this heavenly air…
 
  Until he woke with a start as he felt the fleshy orbs of her ass entombing his his face give a harsh squeeze, smothering him tightly. “Excuse me, did I tell you to stop, naughty boy?” Asked Krampus in a both exasperated, but amused, tone.
 
  “S…sorry…” Zack blushed, though his voice would be barely a muffle. He inched closer, the heat radiating from her anus was as soothing as sitting next to a fire after being out in the cold. Breathing in that delectable anal bouquet once more, Zack kissed that puckered ring, which flexed around his lips and kissed back. Soon he was making out with his, his tongue swirling around in a lewd french kiss before slowly easing his tongue inside.
 
  Krampus moaned happily at this, stroking her cock faster, biting her lip as she enjoyed Zack’s feasting. “Mmm that’s it baby, don’t stop…mmm keep going you naughty boy, eat out mama’s ass…oh fuck right there, don’t stop…mmmm ahh fuck…nngh…”
 
  Hearing her moans of bliss only drove Zack to pleasure her more, pushing his face hard against that leathery ring as he strove to eat her out. Every breath he took only stocked the yule log fire blazing within him to devour her ass more. Every lick coated his tongue in her divine taste, his lungs now probably stained with her scent as he sniffed and snorted her flesh like some kind of addict. It wasn’t until after a few minutes that he felt her hips starting to shake, thrusting into her hand as she approached her orgasm. And sure enough, he knew he had done a good job when her ass suddenly clamped down over his head, and a groan of blissful satisfaction reached his ears as she came, shooting thick ropes of cum into the air. Some of it landed in the fire, which sizzled and burned, causing the air to be filled with an even more intoxicating, musky aroma.
 
  “Ahh, that was great…” Krampus moaned, leaving back more, smothering Zack deeper into her ass, so that his face was framed by her muscular ring. “Been a while since anyone gave me an orgasm just by licking my ass. You did a good job, though that doesn’t take you off my naughty list.” A chime suddenly sounded and she turned to see the clock on the wall. “Ah, well, guess we’ve got to hurry this up. It’s almost Christmas, and I’ve got other naughty boys and girls to visit tonight.” She slowly sat up, and with a moan, pushed Zack’s face out of her ass. He landed on the couch, sweaty, his face smeared with her inner fluids, looking positively pleasure drunk. “Welcome back…” She teased, helping him to sit up right on the couch, smirking as she glanced down at his erect cock. “Enjoyed yourself, did we?”
 
  “Fuck yeah…” Zack moaned, his eyes fluttering as he lay there in a daze.
 
  “Good. Because now comes the real fun…” Krampus grinned, turning around to face him so her cock was pointed at him. “As you can see, my sack is a little light…” and she reached down to give her balls a loving rub, which gurgled ominously. “...and you, my darling, naughty boy, are going to be the one that fills it up.”
 
  Zack, blinked, confused. What did she mean by that? But before he could ask, she took her cock, which was still rock hard despite her orgasm, and guided it to Zack’s. Zack watched amazed as her cock’s slit opened up like a mouth…and consumed his cock whole! He gasped as his throbbing length slid into a fleshy, hot, tight hole that made him shiver. Krampus chuckled. “You like that? Good, because it’s about to get a whole lot better.” And without warning, her cock cock gave a hard suckle, and Zack felt his balls slip inside as well as her cock pushed right up to his waist, trapping his genitals inside.
 
  “What are you…” Zack tried to ask, only to gasp as her cock throbbed and constricted. Like a snake swallowing down its prey whole, her cock began to suckle on his, throbbing and pulsing madly as it worked. Zack tried to pull out, but her cock had such a firm grip on him that it was impossible to do so.
 
  “Don’t fight it…” Kramus cooed with a warm smile, her eyes glittering mischievously. “Just lay back and let it happen. I promise you will feel so good…”
 
  Zack hesitated and nodded, leaning back against the couch and trying to relax. But the pleasure he was feeling from having his cock milked like this was incredible. He gasped and moaned, writhing as he gripped the cushions, trying not to squirm. But the pleasure was so intense, it felt better than any sex he ever had. All the while Krampus smiled at him in that same mischievous smile. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm, and she could feel it too the way his cock throbbed. “Mmm that’s it baby, cum for mama…cum for me you naughty boy and fill my balls up with your naughty seed. C’mon baby, don’t fight it, let it all out…that’s it…that’s it…mmmm, there it is…” And grinned in delight as Zack gave a cry of bliss as he came, shooting his seed down her shaft, which drank it all up greedily.
 
  The poor boy lay panting on the couch, utterly spent. He had never cummed that hard in his entire life. The cock throbbing around his didn’t relent though, and Krampus grinned as she stroked her cock, urging it to suck more. “I’m not done with you yet, naughty boy. I want all of you…” The horse was not simply looking for Zack’s seed. She wanted all of that wonderful, throbbing, thick shaft, and she was going to get it Even now she was beginning the process of stealing the human’s cock, the length slowly melting into the tight, clenching walls around it as Krampus started to absorb the shaft directly into her own. And the best part was Zack wouldn’t realize it until it was too late…
 
 
Zack tried to pull his dick out of the horse’s cock, but quickly found that he couldn't! It felt like his cock was stuck in there somehow, despite the pleasurable sucking sensation that was now gripping him. “What...what are you doing!?” He asked again, a little fear now creeping into his voice.
 
  “Taking what's mine” Krampus replied with a hint of a purr in her voice, closing her eyes in pleasure as she felt Zack’s length starting to be adding to her own. “Naughty boys like you don’t deserve pleasure…so now your going into my sack…” And her cock gave an ominous gurgle again as more of Zack’s cock began to dissolve and be absorbed into her. And as it did so, her cock seemed to swell in size and girth. It was as thick as a fire hose now, her balls so large she could sit on them as a cushion. “Just relax, almost done…”
 
  Zack tried to cry out for help, to have someone come and save him…but the mad slurping on his cock made him cum again and again as he felt his cock throb with each orgasm she milked from him. After a while, Krampus’s length started to make little slurping noises as it finished off its meal. The last of Zack’s sex was slurped up and absorbed right into the horse’s fatty meat, leaving nothing behind but a smooth patch of skin. And when she pulled away, Zack looked down, only to scream in horror. His cock and balls were gone! He reached down, and tenderly touched the area. It was like touching his arm or any other part of his body…and it brought no pleasure. “Wh…what did you do to me?!” He cried out, fear and rage boiling inside him.
 
“Took from you the one pleasure you crave most…” Krampus said simply, stroking her cock as it gurgled, “digesting” its meal. “You didn’t think I was here to give you a good time without taking something in turn did you? Naughty boy…” And she booped him on the nose playfully. “Of course, if you want them back_”
 
  “Yes, please!” Zack begged, dropping to his knees “I’ll do anything! Please! I’ll be good, I swear!”
 
  Krampus grinned down at him. “Mmm I love seeing a naughty boy learn his place. Anything you say? You’ll do anything?”
 
  “Yes please, I can’t live like this…” He gestured to his groin, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Please, I’ll do anything…”
 
  Krampus smiled sweetly, and gently brushed his hair. “Alright, naughty boy…Mama will give you what you want.” And she stepped back, stroking her cock as she aimed it at his face. It was at full flare, and her cock slit was easily wide enough to fit someone inside of it. Zack suddenly had an inclination of what she had in mind, but suddenly it was too late. The cock thrust forward, swallowing up Zack’s entire head with a wet squelching noise! He struggled, placing his hands reflexively on the sides of his head and trying to pull himself out of the ravenous cock. But Krampus quickly thrust her shaft down Zack's neck and shoulders, pinning his arms at his sides.
 
  The wet, sloppy sounds filled Zack’s ears as he thrashed about with all his strength as the hungry cock continued to work its way down his body. It swallowed him up his chest in a matter of minutes, the inside of Krampus’s shaft unbelievably tight. But the musk emitting from deep within her shaft was, if possible, even more intoxicating than her ass. His struggles slowly began to die as he breathed in her scent, and from outside, he could hear Krampus chuckle. “Mmm that’s it naughty boy, breathe in mommy’s scent. You're going to be part of it soon.” Krampus smiled lovingly as she watched her cock finish off its meal, the sounds of wet slurps echoing through the empty room as it greedily devoured Zack’s legs. They kicked and squirmed in some vain attempt to stay outside of the shaft by any means possible, but eventually, the tight enclosure, the heat, and the musk of Krampus’s length was simply too draining for the poor human. Those legs soon slipped past that ravenous flared shaft just like the rest of him, the cock tip sealing closed behind his toes as Zack was fully consumed.
 
  “Mmmm...thanks for the meal...” Krampus commented as she felt the human wiggling deep inside of her, still trying to keep up a fight even though he was more or less done at this point. Within moments, the barely seen bulge that was Zack’s body rounded the corner, and was soon deposited into her balls. Zack himself gasped as he was pushed into a steaming pool of hot seed, the air hot, steamy, and absolutely reeking with musk. The walls were fatty and slick, like the mouth of a pitcher plant, entirely designed to keep whatever it was devouring inside of it. He moaned and gasped as he sat up, wiping the sticky cum out of his eyes. But each breath soon made him hornier and hornier, and without realizing it, he had leaned back against the fleshy wall and was now stroking himself. He knew he should be trying to escape…but his mind was blissfully blank in pleasure as he stroked his mind to bliss.
 
  Zack could barely hear Krampus’s voice echo around him as she spoke. First a lewd, loud groan as she seemed to stretch, but then her sweet, playful voice. “Mmph...usually I turn naughty boys like you into cum, but I’ve got a lot of other naughty boys and girls to visit before the night is over. So I think my sack needs to be a bit fatter tonight…” Suddenly her sack clenched around Zack again, this time more forcefully, the fat, fleshy walls kneading into his body. The hypnosis from her musk was still mostly in effect at this point, thoughts of being churned up into nothing but sack fat sounded more appealing than appaling. In truth, it made him even more hot and bothered, and soon he was wiggling about in pleasure, rather than in protest.
 
  Krampus couldn’t help but grin at his “eagerness.” “Mmm, glad to hear you approve. Just lay back and let my sack do all the work…” She continued to clench around the squirming human, chuckling heartily as she felt him wiggle in response to them. Zack was finding it a bit harder to move at this point, the clenches picking up the pace slightly, tossing him around with the sloshing load that splashed against the walls. He still tried, though, rubbing at the walls, trying to get some sort of purchase inside the fleshy chamber. “Give it up, naughty boy…” Krampus cooed as she conjured a condom from thin air. “You won’t have much time to get comfortable anyway…” She moaned as continued to clench her sack around his wiggling form, and with her free hand, began to work the condom over her cock.
 
  Zack’s struggles were starting to become more of discomfort at this point. The sack clenches were getting more and more aggressive, and the churning cum in the horse’s sack was continuing to flood the chamber, almost up to his chin at this point. The clenching walls forced his face into the warm seed eventually, all the while he was starting to lose feeling in his submerged body. It soon became impossible to wiggle his toes or even to move his limbs at this point. Shortly after this realization he began losing his grip on consciousness at this point. The intoxicating musk of the chamber, the heat, the churning cum he was swallowing in...it was all too much. He closed his eyes and the world slowly went dark as he faded into the warmth that now entrapped him, like a child returning to his mother’s womb.
 
  Krampus continued to clench her sack as it churned him away, his wriggling outline in her balls softening after a few seconds before becoming unintelligible, leaving her balls big, full, and round with sloshing cum. “There we go...all mine” the horse teased as she reached a hand down to her sac, kneading at it as she felt the last of him vanish. “Now, time to add you to me.” She gave her sac another clench, stroking her length with a pleasured look on her face. As she did so, her sack seemed to expand slowly out, stretching…growing…until they were almost comically large. All the while her cock throbbed madly as she stroked harder and faster. She was always very sensitive after consuming prey.
 
  It didn’t take her long to reach climax and shot the first of many thick white ropes of cum into the condom, filling it up very quickly with a steady stream of cream. "Ohh mmm yesss…" She cooed, her half closed eyes rolling back in her head as she enjoyed the waves of orgasmic pleasure running through her. Her cock kept pumping gallons of creamy seed into the condom, causing the transparent material to stretch. Comically, it was covered in red stripes, and filled to the brim with hot seed, making it look like some kind of holiday sweet. Krampus gently stroked the now bulging condom as her cock surged with another gush of cum into it, coming dangerously close to stretching the rubber past its limit. Seeing the filled up, bulging condom made Krampus very satisfied.
 
  After the last drops went inside, she slid it off and knotted the bulging latex sack, knotting it closed. Krampus then caressed it with both hands in an affectionate, almost caring motion. "Mmm, such a shame I can only melt down naughty boys like you once…" she giggled, looking down at her bulging sack. “Or maybe that's what makes it so much fun." Bowing down to the condom, she planted a passionate kiss onto the stretched rubber for several seconds, leaving visible glossy lip marks on it. Then, with a satisfied nod, she conjured a sexy looking jock strap for herself, that, when slipped on, magically shrank her balls to the size of two large footballs. The night was young, and she had more naughty boys and girls to visit. So with a wink at the condom, she vanished in a puff of smoke, and was gone.
 
  And Zack? He was not forgotten. For Krampus had absorbed his being into her form, reducing his body to nothing but cum. But his mind was still intact, but now trapped as nothing but padding for her fat cock and balls. And now, he joined the countless others Krampus had taken in her sack. But he didn’t need to worry about anything anymore. No more Christmas, no more stress. No more worries. They were all ever so comfortable and warm inside her sack. The warm, pillowy flesh hugged and caressed them as her balls swayed with each step she took, with every naughty soul she consumed. And her scent filled every breath they took. Her thick, hypnotic, intoxicating musk wafting off of her slumbering shaft, filling their minds with bliss and pleasure. They were right where they belonged…right where they deserved. And as Krampus made her rounds, collecting more naughty souls, she called out with a moan:
 
  “Merry Christmas to all…and to all, a good time…”