Santa Vera's Sisterly Stomach Stuffing
By Lutro
During her entire walk home, Vera battled doubts in her mind. The maned wolf’s tail flicked back and forth while she casually played with her hair. She kept peeking down at her other hand, which bore the burden of a large paper bag with a bright red robe within. The Santa suit was clean and just her size for both the upper and lower parts of the costume, with the hat fitting neatly between her pointed ears. The suit allowed a happy thought to creep between her more pessimistic ones, reminding her of the joy she felt at being hired to play the coveted role of Santa Claus at the big neighborhood Christmas party, set to commence in a couple of hours. But those cheerful feelings waned as the wolf’s vision trailed from the bag down to her figure. The Santa costume fit her well, mostly designed for creatures her height, but also because the role would naturally go to critters much more stocky in their stature! While Vera was a lot of things, “fat” was certainly not one of them. Unless she did something, she’d end up being the skinniest Santa Claus the party had ever hosted!

Vera continued to fret as she entered her home, gently closing the door behind her. “They’re not gonna care that much, Vera,” she tried coaching herself, traipsing to the living room and dumping the contents of the bag out onto the sofa. “They know how big you are. They’re not expecting you to have a belly that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly.” She worked to carefully lay the costume out in its various pieces to get another good view of it, from the soft and bright hat, to the luscious coat, down to the pants that she straightened out along the cushions, and the boots which rested on the floor. Vera pursed her lips in thought. “But it would certainly be a surprise to them if I showed up looking the part as good as any Santa player. Imagine the look on their faces!” That thought brought a smile to Vera’s muzzle. At worst, she’d show up looking like herself in a Santa suit that was perhaps too big for her around the middle. At best she’d be the most fitting Santa the neighborhood had known. 

Determined, Vera trolled her house for anything she could potentially use as stuffing or padding. Anything lofty and large found itself carried to the living room, from throw pillows to spare clothing. Once Vera had everything she could think of to properly fill herself out with, the wolf began to dress the part. Forgoing most of the costume to concentrate on the part that mattered, Vera slipped on the soft Santa coat over her shoulders and around the tee shirt she wore. As expected, it mostly fit her body fine, save for the front, which had way too much extra space for a wolf her size. Vera began comparing and contrasting the various candidates, gathering pillows and clothes within the coat, fixing the belt together, and going to pose in front of a full body mirror. “Mmm, no, not enough...” The clothes served to be overall too bumpy and lean, hardly worth the effort: The belly barely stuck out past her breasts, making her look more pregnant than fat. The pillows fared a little bit better, but not too well. On top of that, Vera was surprised to discover just how hard it was to walk around with a bunch of artificial padding bound to her middle by the coat. It’d rub against her and shift around, with a bit sticking out above the belt if she wasn’t careful. After a good 15 minutes of trying to make herself be Santa Claus, Vera admitted defeat. “Nothing’s working,” she sighed. Vera undid the belt and let her soft padding tumble onto the sofa, the wolf crossing her arms and biting her lip.

What could she do about this? The party was two hours away, and Vera didn’t have the time (or the funds) to run out and get any sort of proper padding purchased. She was all set to give up and just go to the party as the skinny Santa Claus, not afraid of doing so, just disappointed that she couldn’t knock everyone’s socks off. Vera gathered up the useless would-be stuffing and tidied up the living room, just getting to the Santa outfit when the doorbell rang. Vera’s ears perked, abandoning the costume and going to answer.

“Hey siiiis!” A smaller white-and-brown maned wolf answered with a big smile. The new arrival was clad in naught but a pretty turquoise blouse dotted with hearts (the area being warm even during Christmas time). Before Vera could stop her, the other wrapped her arms around the pink-brown Santa-to-be in an affectionate hug. Which she returned in kind.

“Anna!” Vera exclaimed with a smile, hugging her little sister tight. In all her fretting about the Santa Claus thing she’d completely forgotten that she and Anna were going to the party together, and that she was coming over for just that reason! She held Anna at arm’s’ length and looked the younger wolf over. Though shorter and younger Anna weighed only slightly less than Anna did, with thick curves about her thighs and big calves to match. Vera let her sister in and led her to the living room.

“You ready for the big party?” Anna asked excitedly, having her own question answered upon seeing the Santa Claus outfit on the sofa. She gasped and cupped her hands to her mouth. “Omigosh, you’re gonna be just adorable playing Santa this year! I always forget how pretty the suit is!” Anna plucked the coat up and held it out at neck level to Vera, whose tail swished in amusement. “Have you tried it on yet?”

Vera hesitated just a moment before nodding. “Yep. Fits great and all. Juuuust wish I had a bit… of...” Vera stared over the coat and at her little sister, a sudden idea striking iron in her head. Her sister’s blouse did nothing to hide the juicy curves down Anna’s form, hips stuck out her sides, rump protruding out behind her. A thin drip of drool hit the floor as Vera’s eyes glazed over momentarily, her stomach uttering a low grumble. Anna’s smile waned in the stretched-out silence, instead shooting a quizzical look to the elder wolf. Vera shook herself out of the sudden daze and gave Anna a toothy smile. “Come to think of it, Anna… You could actually give me a hand with the costume if you’re willing to.”

Anna’s eyes glimmered in joy. “Of course, Vera! You know you never have to ask me twice, especially for ‘Santa Claus’,” she giggled, plush yellow tail swishing in delight. “What’d you have in mind, huh? Need me to try it on while you fill it out with something?”

“Not exactly. See, I tried using pillows and whatnot, but they just didn’t work out. I need to make this bigger.” Vera patted her relatively thin middle, rubbing around the navel. “And, well, you’re just so, erm… filled out.” Vera covered her muzzle in an awkward cough. Just what had come over her? She’d never seen Anna in this light before. But the sudden reminder of her appetite and looming deadline pressed her on. “I’m just going to eat you!” she finally blurted. Anna dropped the coat.

“You’re… What?” Anna laughed, to the point where she bent over with hands on her knees. She stammered through her next question. “Y-you’re not actually serious, are you sis?” To her surprise, however, Vera was un-phased by her sister’s reaction.

“Absolutely, Anna. I want… need a big bulging belly for this Santa Claus outfit and I think you’d be the perfect stuffing just for the occasion.” Vera nearly reached for Anna right then and there, but managed to suppress her instincts for the moment. She couldn’t devour her own sister without getting proper permission first! And at the sight of Anna realizing Vera was being genuine, her smile fading, a twinge of fear twinkling in her eye, Vera rushed to reassure her. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be just fine, little sis, honest! You’ll just be in there for the party and I’ll let you out right after! I’ll save you food and everything.” Anna perked up a bit, relief flooding her at the reassurance, but at the same time doubt remained.

“You… you sure you can do that?” she puzzled. “I mean you know what’ll happen if I’m in there too long Vera.” The younger wolf unconsciously brought a hand to one of her own plump hips. Vera bent over to retrieve the Santa coat and gave it a shake, holding it up to herself.

“C’mon, Anna, you can trust me. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s sat in a gut for a while before being let out.” I think, Vera added mentally. “I’ll get lots of pictures taken. We’ll both be playing the part of Santa Claus this way. Everyone’ll be talking about it for ages!” Vera set the coat down on the sofa and looked over Anna once more, now really studying the meatier parts of her sibling and imagining just how perfect she’d be in her belly for the party. “We’ll practically be co-stars,” she said halfheartedly, distracted by the other wolf.

“Gee, Vera, I still dunno...” Anna looked away, rubbing her arm some. Vera put a hand to her shoulder.

“Please, Anna? For your big sister? Next year we could even switch places… It could become a tradition that lets us keep playing Santa for a while.” The affectionate squeeze to her shoulder and the promises eventually got to Anna. She looked back up to the taller wolf and smiled sweetly.

“Alright sis. I’ll do it for you. Just make sure to grab a lot of extra food okay? that’s one of the best parts of this party.” Vera’s smile widened to a broad, toothy grin, slivers of saliva leaking from the corners of her muzzle. Anna stared transfixed a moment. “A-a-and when you get pictures taken make sure to undo the coat a bit. So that I’m uh… prominently featured okay?” Anna froze when Vera brought her free hand to settle on her other shoulder, the subtle growl from her older sister’s belly plainly audible in the quiet living room.

“Absolutely, Anna. You’re an angel for helping me out like this.” Then without warning, Vera slipped fingers under the straps of Anna’s blouse and undid them, the clothing tumbling to the floor in one fluid motion. Anna gasped, suddenly standing naked in Vera’s living room, save her undergarments.

“V-Vera?” Anna shivered, looking behind to confirm that the curtains were at least closed, else her generous backside that strained against her panties would’ve been visible to the entire community. Despite the undressing Anna remained still, verifying the amount of trust she indeed put in her big sister. Even as her bra was undone she didn’t protest.

“Not going to ruin your clothes, after all,” Vera hummed, her own tail flicking back and forth in a steady rhythm. “Don’t worry, you can stay the night here once we get back. Have a nice hot shower and you’ll be good as new.” As Vera tossed the undone bra to the sofa Anna beat her to the punch on the last bit, bending to pull off her underwear, leaving her completely free of clothing. Vera couldn’t help but gawk for a moment with Anna’s full curvy form laid bare before her. “Wow, sis,” Vera managed through the mouth-watering sight, sliding her hands down to Anna’s elbows and gripping. “You look downright delectable.” Vera openly licked her lips at that point, her tongue smacking against her furry muzzle and leaving the fur matted.

“Uh… thanks?” Anna wasn’t sure what the appropriate response was, her own sister staring at her like a well-done steak. She fidgeted about in Vera’s grip, but otherwise didn’t struggle at all. Even her tail had fallen limp, eyes transfixed on her destination: Vera’s muzzle. Anna gasped when her sister’s jaws parted, strings of saliva interconnecting teeth briefly before the wolf tongue sliced them away. The bottom jaw hung low and the upper seemed to stretch immeasurably high, as Vera leaned her hungry head down over her nervous sister’s face. The doubts that Anna had just spent several minutes defeating came rushing back. “H-hey Vera, do you think we could maybe talk this over again or someth– Mmph!” Vera was beyond the point of talking. Anna took a startled breath when the jaws encroached, the last fresh air filling her lungs just as the bigger wolf’s mouth closed over her face.

Anna let out an undignified squeak as Vera began to taste her youthful form, eyes still wide in the now-darker cavern that was Anna’s insides. The brown snout scooted along the slithering tongue and immediately bumped against the edge of the gullet, throat muscles pulsating open to welcome the meaty maned wolf in. Anna’s ears flattened against her skull, Vera’s eyes fluttering closed as she took her first big swallow. ULP! Anna barely had time to register being in her sister’s mouth before her muzzle crammed down Vera’s throat, a small bulge protruding from the pink neck fur. Anna’s heart raced, growing more claustrophobic of the pulsating innards with each passing second, hot drool sluicing through her fur and hair and gluing it to her head and shoulders. She could feel her older sister murring at her flavor, the vibrating throat jostling all about Anna’s face. Another powerful gulp rang in the younger wolf’s flattened ears, sending her whole head into the older wolf gullet, arms sinking past lips and into the mouth.

Vera wish she’d thought of this sooner. This was far more fun than trying on simple stuffings for her costume! The creamy flavor of Anna sang sweetly to her taste buds, the elder maned wolf unable to keep her tongue still. It pushed deep into Anna’s fur and forced itself into every available crevice, leaving no inch of her sister untasted. Anna winced as another swallow pulled her deeper, shoulders forced to bunch together. Anna’s breasts squished together as they crossed the threshold into the maw, Vera’s tongue all too eager to sample their combined flavors and burying itself in between the mounds. Vera felt bits of her own drool drizzle over her gripping hands and drip to the floor below, not caring at all about the mess she was making as she sloppily devoured her meal one swallow at a time. ULK. GLRK. GULP. URLK. Vera watched as more of her little sister slipped under her snout, into her jaws, and felt the tasty wolf bulging out her neck and chest. She rolled her eyes in delight. Not only was her sister delicious, but Vera could feel just how nice and pudgy she was going to make her!

The devouring wolf took a few wobbling steps back, Anna awkwardly following. The younger was bent forward, up to her chest in Vera, on her tiptoes as she was half-dragged across the carpet. Vera bent down and sat back on a vacant easy chair, pinning her swishing tail under her rump and gripping tight to Anna’s sides. Squeezing those arms to Anna’s plump hips, she thrust the white-furred wolf in deeper, Anna flinching as she noisily squelched further down the esophagus. Her hands, bound at the wrists by Vera, clenched and unclenched of their own accord, her wide yellow tail similarly flicking and twitching away. Her chest squeezed harshly into the unyielding throat, two round lumps forming in Vera’s neck and sinking bit by bit. Vera’s jaws worked slowly, opening and closing each time more of Anna was fed into them, working Vera up to her elbows and deeper still. Anna’s legs bumped into Vera’s, her feet just starting to leave the ground. Anna let out a shocked squeal as her face mushed up against the encroaching stomach sphincter, then was squeezed through without much ceremony. 

Anna had so many emotions rushing through her head as Vera ate her, but a new one emerged, making her cheeks flush red in the darkness, when Vera’s hands slipped down her plush hips and cupped up under her rear. Vera massaged her cheeks until she could secure a solid grip to continue eating her younger sister alive. Vera tilted her head lower and took another meaty GLUK of a swallow, pushing up against Anna’s butt as she did so. Anna’s head and sticky, sloppy hair slid into the stomach proper, her stomach clenched between hungry wolf jaws. The belly was empty, Anna the first occupant of the day, her muzzle poking up against the walls and making a bulge on the outside of Vera’s belly. The elder sibling looked down at what remained of Anna, knowing that the most difficult, and most tantalizing, part of her sibling snack was yet to come: The butt whose cheeks squished hither and thither with Vera’s hands mashed against them teased Vera, and the thick thighs dangled there for the taking. The dock of Anna’s tail rested against Vera’s snout, leaving the older wolf with a clear view of what was to come. Anna swore she could feel a river of drool at that moment, and couldn’t help but mentally question whether or not Vera was getting just a little too much enjoyment out of devouring her. But the other more prevalent emotions drove the question from her mind when Vera’s hands slid to the sides of her rump and pushed the cheeks together, the base of her tail slipping past teeth as Vera began the part of her meal that would surely plump out her gut the most.

Wolf saliva seeped into the crevice of the squished rear end, Vera gripping around the large thighs of her sister and trying to cram as much of it in as she could. Anna squirmed when more of her bunched into the stomach, at first not having much room, but gaining more as the malleable walls made room for Vera’s meal. Vera worked her jaws up and down what little they could move, every GLK and GULP reverberating down to the belly and around the living room. Anna grunted when her face pressed harder into the stomach wall, her dangling breasts squeezing through the sphincter above her into the belly. Her curvy bulge continued its downward trend along Vera’s form while Vera’s tongue lapped up between the younger wolf’s legs. Vera’s eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets when her jaws clenched around the bulk of Anna’s butt and her jaws gripped around the plump cheeks, nothing but legs and tail protruding from drooling jaws at this point. Vera took a moment to really savor the fat rump in her maw, Anna cringing as her sister chewed and slurped all about her hips, then gasped as one of her dangling hinds bumped into her own belly bulge. Vera smirked at Anna’s reaction, her long yellow tail flicking in shock before the older wolf’s very eyes.

After several moments of sampling the meatiest part of her meal, Vera leaned back in the chair, splaying her legs and letting her ever-expanding belly sag outward. She craned her neck up, dragging the nearly-devoured Anna upward along with it, and opened her jaws wide. ULK! GLURK! ULP GLUCK GLRP! Several strong, wet swallows rang out as Vera worked down the wide wolf rear, it now nothing more than a large bulge slowly descending down her furry neck and chest. Anna’s full face was outlined in the belly below now, upside-down with the edges of her shoulders visible to boot, with more and more of her distending Vera’s belly each passing moment. Anna’s thighs began to feel hot and wet, slimy drool coating them when they slipped past Vera’s jaws into the mouth, to get the same slathering treatment her rear got not a moment ago. Her legs were limp before Vera, soles of her feet pointed up and still, tail draped down and tickling at the squirmy belly that Vera now sported. Vera didn’t spend nearly as much time slurping over Anna’s thighs (supple as they were), jutting her lower jaw out each time another thick GLRK rocked her system. Anna’s legs and tail gradually shrunk as she was eaten alive, soon down to her lengthy hind paws and last foot of bushy tail.

The whole ordeal was almost too much for Anna, with the tight squeezing of the throat and compact belly pressuring her from all sides leaving her with no room to move and nearly no air to breathe. But as her hinds were pressed together with her tail cushioning them in between, she knew the rough part was almost over. Vera’s jaws easily took in the rest of her sister, the paws and their wiggling toes disappearing first, remaining tail slurped in after. Vera’s cheeks puffed out comically while she took her last lengthy tastes of Anna, taking every advantage that this opportunity had to offer, before finishing her meal and swallowing Anna whole.

ULP. GLK. GLUUURRK! “Ooooh… Anna, that was amazing.” Vera purred hotly as the thick maned wolf bulge flowed down her form. The pink-furred belly puffed out greater than Vera had even anticipated, slimy slurshing sloshes sounded out as every pulsation of the esophagus forced more of Anna into it. The younger wolf groaned while her body contorted and shifted with more and more of her form was pushed in. I gotta go on a diet, Anna bemoaned, legs bunched up on either side of her muzzle that now pointed up at the sphincter, tail drizzled messily over her whole body. The stomach distended forward greatly, to the point where Vera could hardly see her legs, and sagged down and over either side of her hips. As the last of Anna squelched into the stomach with a lewd grumble, Vera clapped her lips together and let out a roaring belch.

“Oh my… ’scuse me,” Vera giggled, running her hands through the fur and squishing into her fat gut. Her shirt that she forgot to remove was stretched to high heaven, nowhere near large enough to contain her newly-engorged gut. Vera’s breasts rested on the plump distention and strained against what survived of her shirt’s fabric, acting more like a bra than anything now. She’d simply have to keep the Santa costume on and buckled firmly, so as to not be indecent. Vera disregarded those concerns a moment and addressed the wolf compacted into her belly. “You’re the best, sis. I can wait to show you the pictures. We’re gonna make the best Santa Claus ever,” she complimented after basking in the aftertaste of her meal, hands running back and forth over the bumpy, squirmy stomach bulge. Anna tried to speak, but was too tightly-wound against her own body, jaws unable to move. Though she must’ve made enough noise for Vera to hear, as her older sister chuckled and licked her lips. “That’s okay, don’t struggle or hurt yourself too much. Before you know it you’ll be out of there, and we’ll have a nice normal Christmas feast together, okay? Now, let’s get this costume on and see how it looks.”

It took Vera several attempts to haul herself out of the chair, nowhere near used to the amount of weight she now carried. After rocking her self back and forth, the ensuing moment was enough for launch, Vera standing and then stumbling forward, hands braced against the wall as her full belly swayed and sloshed, dangling freely a moment. “Sorry Anna. Still getting used to this,” she apologized as a miffed squeak muffled out of the stomach. Vera patted it to placate her sister, then righted herself up. Standing upright and turning to the mirror, Vera could see that her sagging engorged belly would be more than fitting for the role she was about to play. With just over an hour to spare before the party, Vera was able to take her time getting the costume on bit by bit, which was good for her as she found herself considerably less dexterous. It took her nearly 10 minutes to dress herself, Vera flicking her tail as she delightfully strained to get the belt to buckle around her incredible waistline. Planting her hands on her hips, she swayed back and forth in front of the mirror. “Oh yes, Anna, there’s no doubt: We make the best Santa Claus.”

Vera was elated. Anna felt good about herself doing such a nice thing for her older sister, but couldn’t get quite as enthused as Vera while she remained compacted in the grumbling belly about her. The stomach was still dry (save the pools of saliva about her and painted into her fur) but noisy. And then unstable, Anna sure that Vera was now on her way to the party. The gathering of the neighborhood wasn’t too far from their home, the usual large party room reserved that oversaw the neighborhood swimming pool and other amenities. Anna could hear the moment Vera entered and the many surprised sounds the neighbors made, followed by what seemed to be an endless stream of compliments… and belly-touches. Anna silently huffed as apparently everyone wanted to give the boisterous belly a press and rub. Anna couldn’t help feel smug, though, as every reaction she heard was positive. What Vera said was true: The sisterly duo made a great Santa Claus costume, and would surely be talked about for many years.

The party was in full swing before long. Christmas music hollered, decorations twinkled, and gifts were exchanged. Food was also available in copious amounts, but Vera found it quite easy to politely decline. Her overstuffed gut left her anything but hungry, plus she’d find it rude to shower Anna and whatever she ended up devouring. Anna was enjoying the muffled music she could hear, and felt a swell of appreciation for her sister for being cognizant of the fact that she was bundled up in her stomach still. Occasionally Vera would pet over her engorged gut, as if to soothe her sister. It was almost becoming comfortable within, now that Anna’s body was in the position for so long. Anna imagined how good the feast was going to be between Anna and Vera that evening. And she couldn’t wait to see the pictures, many of which she heard being taken during the course of the party.

The afternoon continued on very quickly for the party-goers, Anna included. And before long, it was time to wrap up. Vera was in the midst of saying her good-byes and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, when a neighbor pointed out it was Santa’s job to lead the annual toast. Everyone was ladled out a thick glass of eggnog, Vera included, who at first was hesitant. But Vera realized she couldn’t disappoint. “Sorry, sis,” she mumbled under her breath, before bellowing out a merry festive toast to the entire party. Then she glugged down the entire contents of her glass in a few thick, noisy swallows. Anna braced it, but still shivered as her skin crawled, eggnog drizzling over her body in waves. But something was off about the drink to Anna. The smell wasn’t the normal, alcohol-free variety that the party usually served. “Say, this stuff’s pretty good,” she heard Vera say. And her eyes widened in realization and horror when she heard Vera continue: “Someone wanna pour Santa another?”

Vera had no idea that the eggnog had been spiked. To a good degree, no less, the effect of the alcohol having a near-instant effect on the stuffed Santa. It wasn’t long before two, three, four glasses were consumed, a notably tipsy Vera fighting to maintain her balance. Anna was raising hell in the belly, though with limited air and movement, and getting more covered in eggnog by the minute, it amounted to no more then some sloshing grumbles barely audible beyond the coat. What little air she had continued to escape as Santa let out one roaring belch, then another, to humored applause from the other party-goers. After polishing off a final glass, Vera announced that it was time for her to be heading home. She left without her or Anna’s presents, as the packages, the promised food, and the younger wolf herself driven completely from her mind. Vera stumbled on home, her gut sloshing about full of Anna and eggnog… and a small, rumbling gurgle following up after.

Vera made it home, much longer then it had taken her to get to the party. She stumbled on inward and bumped the door closed with her hip. She could hear strange muffled cries echoing out from her belly, but had no idea what to make of them. The sloshing, roiling gurgles far overpowered whatever that other sound was. Perhaps she had a little too much eggnog? All that food she must’ve eaten probably wasn’t sitting well with it. Vera giggled to herself and shrugged off the Santa coat after undoing the belt lazily, letting it, the boots, and the pants all slouch to the floor without care. Vera barely manged her way up the stairs to her bedroom, opting to sleep off the wonderful party. She tore off her ruined shirt, having no hope of raising her arms, and stripped completely, before tipping over and flomping onto her large made bed, landing with a wobbling slosh right on her side, distended, digesting belly churning away before her, sprawled on the mattress. Vera draped an arm over her gut with a wet thump, idly stroking over it. Whatever weird noises were emanating before were silenced, powerful gurgling groans being the only thing coming from her belly by then. The alcohol and overworking stomach lulled Vera into a deep sleep, just as the clock struck 8. Vera’s distended, noisy gut churned diligently through the night, while the maned wolf herself soundly slept the eggnog, and her sister, off.

It wasn’t until the clock struck 8 again that Vera would wake up. Her eyes blinked blearily, the wolf letting out a groan as she sat up, finding it considerably easier than yesterday afternoon. “Oooh… D-did someone spike the eggnog?” she guessed as the light certainly seemed brighter and more irritating than usual. She powered through it though, sitting up proper. “What do you think, sis? Sis?” Vera yawned and stretched, reaching down to idly scratch her belly.

Her considerably smaller, yet still flabby, belly. 

“Anna…?” Vera stood and looked to the vanity mirror in her bedroom, her naked form staring back. Her furry gut was nowhere near the size it had to be in order to still contain her sister, as memories of yesterday came flooding back. But Vera’s stomach was no longer the skinny thing it once was: It still protruded, chubby thing sagging. Her hips and butt stuck out, Vera feeling to them and noting just how malleable and soft they were. Her thighs and even chest had filled out, and it was obvious to the older maned wolf what had transpired. Vera stared at her reflection… and licked her lips with a shrug. “Ahh… Poor Anna. Guess that eggnog made me forget all about you...” While she would definitely miss her sister, the thin taste of eggnog and Anna still lingered on her tongue, the predatory wolf thinking of her relation as more food at that point. “Oh well,” she giggled, mashing her hand into her soft bellyfur. “You certainly gave me a lot more to work with, Anna!”

She turned to admire the view of her rear, giving her tail a swish, when her belly seemed to grumble and groan in response. Vera’s cheeks puffed out, putting a hand to her muzzle. A bulge worked its way rapidly up her chest, traveled up into her maw, then… “OOOORRRRUUUUP!” A stained wolf skull clattered to the floor, dripping in stomach fluids and drool. Vera smacked her chops more and picked it up daintily. “Don’t worry, sis. I’m not gonna forget you.”

Vera spent the morning carefully tidying up her home, discarding the ruined clothes from last night and repacking up the Santa Claus suit. She’d pay to have it dry cleaned so that whoever the next lucky one would be to wear it would have a fresh clean experience just like she had. Another cleaning task Vera sought to complete herself: She washed out Anna’s remains until they shone clean and white, settling the skull neatly on the dresser that housed the mirror in her bedroom. Once her task was done, Vera paused to admire herself in the mirror once more, glancing to what remained of her younger sister as she licked her lips. “Mmm… Thanks for the padding, sis. If I ever play Santa Claus again I won’t need any help!”