One Christmas Morning

By Strega

It was a big, round room, with niches and alcoves and a great fireplace full of flowing embers and the occasional tongue of flame.  Outside the windows was the dark of a far northern winter night, and flowers of frost rimed the glass.  Wood was everywhere, dark paneling with red trim. Holly wreaths, along with miniature conifers little bigger than Bonsai each with equally miniature decorations, gave the place a Christmas feel.  

Against one wall was a great round bed large enough for many people or, as often happened on this very bed, one polar bear and several smaller folk. At the moment it had three occupants. Curled up near one edge was a skunkette in a skimpy red holiday outfit that left little to the imagination. A row of red bows started on the black and white fur exposed by her backless one-piece and continued along the great fluffy tail she had wrapped around herself like a blanket.

Near her was a black panthress in an green one-piece number and thigh-high boots that covered more than the skunkette's outfit but clung tightly to her her every curve.  The seeming modesty of her outfit was somewhat spoiled by the green garter holding a bunch of mistletoe high up on one thigh.  A second bunch was held by a green strap at the end of her furry tail.

Spooned up against the panthress, her white fur a stark contrast to the black, was a female arctic fox in a lighter green outfit that featured dangling golden bells at the tip of the points of her skirt.

A few yards away a fourth slept in one of the many elevated bed-alcoves cut into the walls.  This one was the shortest of the four, but only by a few inches standing up, yet perhaps the heaviest.  The muscular female wolverine wore even less than the others but the leather straps of her harness were dyed bright red and golden buckles gave her outfit as much of a holiday theme as the others. Her long curved claws were white and sharp and perhaps both the reason for the cuts in the big bed's satin coverlet and her place sleeping off by herself.

All wore white-trimmed red holiday caps and all were deeply asleep, for these were Santa Binky's four assistants.  The weeks leading to Christmas were exhausting for the staff here at Santa's workshop and now that the were finally over the hump they are catching up on lost sleep.

Santa Binky: now there's a story. Some time back a polar bear, who like many of the local animals was intelligent and could speak, happened across the workshop and promptly ate all eight of Santa's reindeer. Santa, naturally, was not pleased with this development and for the first and only time his sleigh was pulled by a very full and polar bear who worked off all those reindeer calories in one long night of flying.

By the time the night was over the polar bear was very hungry and in a very bad mood and in a moment of inattention Santa let the bear get the drop on him. Santa's powers are many but they don't include invincibility and before he could react the bear snatched him up and swallowed him in a single gulp.

As his belly gurgled and churned around its meal the polar bear, who happened to be named Binky, discovered too late that There Must Always Be A Santa. Before he knew what was happening he was clad in the traditional white-trimmed red garb and all the powers and responsibilities of the role descended on the new Santa Binky.

Inexplicably compelled to assume the role Binky made his way to the Workshop, sent the argumentative Mrs. Claus down his gullet after her husband (because he remained a polar bear, after all) followed her with a couple of uncooperative elves, yet otherwise settled in peaceably as the new Santa.  The next Christmas Naughty and Nice lists were collated, gifts were delivered, and the world reacted with a surprising degree of acceptance to the fact that a fifteen-hundred-pound polar bear was now Santa.

A few things did change, though.  There Must Always Be A Mrs. Claus as well and a female polar bear of his acquaintance found herself at the Workshop, where she quite happily assumed the post of second in command and later bore him three children.  Three of Binky's previous lovers, an arctic vixen and two migrants from further south - a black panthress and a skunkette - signed on as his assistants and were later joined by a female wolverine. Various furry creatures joined the staff though the elves still greatly outnumbered them.

The greatest change was to the Naughty and Nice lists.  Binky was still a polar bear and when his cast his eye down to the very worst of the Naughty List his mind did at once go to "coal in the stocking" but rather "My meeting with this person will end in a belch." One of Santa's powers is the ability to travel the world in instants and in passing consume any number of cookies or other treats left out for him. "Treats" can include people as far as a polar bear is concerned and the first Christmas after instituting the new Very Naughty list Binky ate forty-eight people. What happens to those people is a bit of a mystery since by all rights he should have exploded after only twenty or so but Santa Works In Mysterious Ways. Some have reappeared in one way or another but it's commonly assumed around the workshop that they generally meet a gurgling digestive fate like any other food.

On the Nice list were not just children but adults, and on that first Christmas Binky met and dallied with twenty-one women who wished very badly to "meet" the new polar bear Santa. At the Workshop there was his wife, assistants and other lovers who kept him well exercised but his powers apparently included bedding as many women as he needed to, at least on Christmas Eve.

Not everyone likes the idea that Santa may show up and eat them one Christmas night and some didn't appreciate finding their wife, lover, SO, sister or whatnot bent over the bed by an amorous polar bear so there was some understandable resistance to these new policies.  The elves, who had worked for various Santas for a very long time and were not strangers to controversy, advised Santa on various security measures to ensure his tenure would not end in a gunshot.  Santa has a lot of magic to work with and with some care he could continue as he was and continue to be, in most people's opinions, the most interesting Santa since Odin gave up the job.

Now Binky could have eaten every single person on the Very Naughty list himself but it is the nature of Santas to be generous, so as he emptied his bottomless gift bag many of the Very Naughty people were put in instead of simply being gulped down. Virtually all of his assistants and workers, not to mention his wife and sons, were also predatory and their Christmas presents now always included at least one Very Naughty person slated for a short tour of someone's digestive tract.  The local wildlife was not neglected and a queue would form on Christmas morning, everything from ambitious snowy owls up to lynxes, wolverines, wolves, walruses, various bears and even dolphins and orcas, waiting for their wriggling "Christmas present". Luckily or unluckily there was no shortage of Very Naughty people and having a few hundred of them get digested every Christmas only made the world a better place.

So when the black panthress, Florimel (Flora for short) who like the other assistants had known Binky since before he was Santa, stirred lazily that Christmas morning she knew what to expect. She untangled herself from Llewella, the arctic vixen, and rolled over so she could see the fireplace.  As expected there were presents waiting, including the four huge, twitching stockings pinned up by the fire. Each was as tall as a man which made perfect sense considering the  bulges in each that almost certainly meant each contained just that.

Flora smiled, as this was a three-year-and-running tradition. There would be Naughty List prey for weeks and maybe months depending on how long the List was this year but here was her first taste of it.  She slid off the bed, sleek and black-furred and careful not to wake either Llewella nor Deirdre the skunkette. As she padded over to the stocking she loosened the catches of her holiday outfit. Soon her pelt would be stretched around a hapless human or other meal and there was no reason to make the elves sew on buttons when a little forethought could prevent them popping off in the first place.

She was tall and strong and easily dragged her stocking - you couldn't mix them up, their names were embroidered on in four-inch-tall letters - into the breakfast nook so the noise wouldn't wake her friends. A tug loosened the neck of the stocking and out popped a young-looking man's head. He gasped as he saw her and tried to wriggle free of the stocking, but he was bound hand and foot and Flora's grip was strong.

"Hello there," she purred.  "I don't know who you are or what you did to end up here, but I do know where you're going." Only the gag kept him from screaming as her jaws creaked wide and he found himself staring past her fangs into the gullet that would soon consume him. He'd heard how Santa Binky - and presumably the bear's followers - ate people and despite the mouthful of sharp teeth he was sure he was about to be swallowed alive.

He was right. The only thing that kept him from sliding headfirst down a hungry panthress throat right then and there was the tag around his neck.  "Flora," it read.  "Open the small present first."

She paused when she saw it, popping her jaws back into the alignment they had when she wasn't about to swallow someone her own size whole. That ability, like the similar abilities of her friends, had been gifts from Santa after they went to work for him.  "Well, darn," she purred.  "Just a moment, I'll get right back to you."

The terrified man tried once more to squirm free of the stocking, and Flora smiled. "Now now, don't waste your energy.  If you do you won't have any left and you'll be a boring breakfast."

She left the man to his own devices for a moment and padded back to the fireplace, where, under the largest of the room's Christmas trees, were no less than four presents with her name. One was almost certainly a life-sized model of Binky's penis judging by the ponderous heft and that made her smile but the one she wanted was no bigger than her fist and sloshed when she picked it up.  She made her way back to Breakfast, or whatever his name was, and unwrapped the little gift.

It was a cut-crystal bottle with thick walls and only an ounce or so of fluid in it. There was no label but there was another tag in Binky's handwriting.  "Rub this into your pussy before you eat," it said.  "Effects are permanent but reversible."

"Oh, really," she purred.  "One moment, again," she said to Breakfast, and  popped out the crystal stopper so she could pour the thick, warm liquid into her cupped hand.  Breakfast's wide eyed went even wider when she hiked up her skirt and turned out to not be wearing anything beneath it. He went almost cross-eyed when she began to rub her sex right in front of him.

It tingled.  She had suspected it was some sort of lube, though why would he tell her to use it before eating? It definitely was not lube.  The second it touched her sex it soaked in and she stood there for a moment with padded fingers cupped over her mound as the warmth and tingling spread.  Mildly arousing, but no more.  She'd get more out of just rubbing herself with her rough fingerpads. Yet...something was different.  She felt, somehow, both stronger and more flexible down there. As though she had grown muscles where none were before.

Use before feeding, it said. Could it be?  Well, time to find out.  "I was going to eat you," she purred, and one claw unsheathed to trail along his cheek.  "But you're kind of cute." She gave the stocking a shove to wedge him into the corner of the breakfast nook.  "Do you know what this is?"

Her tail curled around and he peered cross-eyed at the spiky green leaves and red berries.  "Mssltll."

"That's right."  She hooked her claw beneath the gag and pulled it out of his mouth.  "And do you know what mistletoe means?"

As she turned her furry rump brushed his cheek and her fingers pulled up her skirt. With a flick of her tail she placed its mistletoe right above his head and the bunch on her garter was an inch from his chin. From point-blank range he stared at her sex and she tapped him imperatively on the head with her tail.  "So start kissing."

"How do I know you won't," he began, and she silenced him by backing up until her sex squelched into his face.

"Ssshh," she purred.  "Mistletoe."

Faced with the prospect of licking or her turning around and swallowing him, he chose the former.  And though he tongue wasn't as interesting as her sandpapery one (because yes, she was that flexible), as skillfully applied as her ladyfriends', or as long and powerful as Binky's he was not bad.  And she was the one to judge.  She had that mistletoe on her thigh and tail for a reason.  Breakfast set to with a will, licking and nuzzling, and the warmth that spread through her loins reminded of what she felt when the liquid soaked in.

Guided by a guess rather than sure knowledge she backed up, pinning his head between her ass and the wall.   Her sex expanded around his face more than it ever had even when sitting on Binky's formidable cock and Flora gasped and let out a long purr as something seemed to loosen. There was a slithery wet noise from beneath her tail as Breakfast's entire head slipped inside. His neck followed into the slick folds of her vulva and a bulge formed in her belly as she  sat down.

A growl was forced out of her as his shoulders slipped in too. Her weight caused her to slowly sink toward the floor and the man pinned in the corner disappeared inch by inch. The bulge in her belly grew and Flora yowled.  [i]This should be impossible, [/i]she thought. [i]There are hips and bones in the way.  I know my sex is deeper than it should be, Binky slams himself to the balls in me and by rights that should be impossible too. But a whole man! [/i]

But Breakfast squirmed as he tried to escape her suddenly carnivorous pussy and that provoked the ancestral response of the predator.  If it tries to get away, eat it. She felt the new strength in her sex and clamped down. Muscles she didn't have five minutes before gripped her meal and she reached down, grabbed his upper arms and pulled.  With a long slurp Breakfast was swallowed to the hips, pushing the huge stocking down and exposing the hands tied at his sides and the rope around his ankles.  Flora's belly bulged and jerked just as it would had she swallowed him and she was sure Binky wouldn't have had her do this if she couldn't digest a meal taken this way.

She rolled onto her hands and knees with the lower half of a man hanging from her sex and growled, gripping down with those new inner muscles and sucking in another inch. Her sex expanded another notch, the legs thrashing as another long slurp pulled Breakfast in to the knees and suddenly Deirdre was there, eyes wide.  The skunkette gasped as she realized what was happening.

"Since when can you do that?" That woke the others. Llewella popped up out of the covers like a jack-in-the-box and Mirelle rolled out of the sleeping nook, landing on all fours but immediately rising to her feet.  The wolverine and fox joined the skunkette and watched as Flora shuddered, and as the last of Breakfast began to disappear they elbowed past each other to get a view beneath the her tail.

All that was left of Breakfast was a pair of wet socks clinging tightly to his feet and Flora growled as the heels disappeared.  The panthress's tail lashed as she let out a last long purr that almost drowned out a wet sucking sound.  Her three friends leaned in, fascinated, as Breakfast's feet were ingested. There was a last slurp as the stretched sex resumed its usual shape and with that there was just the empty stocking, the panthress's dripping pussy and the bulge of man it had swallowed whole.

The panthress's forethought in loosening the stays on her one-piece paid off for there was now a great squirming lump in her middle just as if she had eaten him normally. Black fur showed on each side now, stretched thin and twitching as someone who very much did not want to be inside her tried to get out.

"She's like Eska," Llewella breathed, and Mirelle growled appreciatively.  Eska was Mrs. Claus and the polar bear sow routinely ate people with her sex.  How she ate and digested them that way while still bearing Binky's sons no one knew.  Santa Works In Mysterious Ways, Binky once said after somehow ejaculating an entire man down Flora's throat and into her stomach.

"Is he in your womb or stomach," Deirdre said, and then Mirelle added, "Can you digest him?"

"Well I don't know," Flora groaned, exhausted from what amounted to a really long orgasm.  "I've never done this before."

Her pussy chose that moment to let out a wet belch. The bulge in her middle kicked desperately as a much fainter but very familiar sound began: the gurgle of flowing acid. For a moment no one said anything and the only sound was the gurgle and muffled cries from under a layer of black fur. Gradually the struggle weakened and it was obvious the man would not get back out the way he got in, or at least he wouldn't get out undigested. 

"Well then," Flora said, and laboriously sat up.  It was far from the first time she had a belly full of human, he just got there a different way this time.  "That was a nice Christmas present."

"Present," the other three said together, and darted off to check theirs. Flora managed to stand back up and wobble her way into the main room to sit on the edge of the bed.  Each of the other three had done the same thing, opening the mouth of their huge stocking to examine the people thus revealed.  Mirelle sniffed her present suspiciously and was eyed in turn by a very frightened woman who would soon have a sleek new wolverine-fur coat.

"Open the small present first," she growled as she saw the tag around the woman's neck.  Llewella and Deirdre were already looking for theirs.  Naturally Binky wouldn't favor one of his lover-assistants with such a gift and not the others.
"Rub on your tail before feeding," Deirdre read, and experimentally began to do so. At once the long black and white fur of her tail began to writhe like the tentacles of a sea anemone. "Oh, this should be fun."

"Pussy," the arctic vixen said, and smiled as she held up the bottle.

"Apply to your asshole before feeding," the wolverine growled.  "Ah, Binky knows how much I enjoy sitting in his lap." Like the other women she poured the liquid into her hand and began to finger herself.  A peculiar expression crossed her face. "Tingles."

"It did for me too," Flora said.  The great bulge in her middle kicked one last time and was still as Breakfast succumbed to lack of air and digestive juices. He had gotten into her an unusual way but the result was the same as the other people she'd eaten. Just more fun.

Mirelle rocked back against her hand. Before Binky was Santa she'd meet him and take the bear's formidable pole up her ass. These days she still did, and that of others males, assorted tongues, fingers, fists.  And now maybe more.

"I hope this isn't involuntary," Deirdre said as she watched her tail writhe.  "I don't want to be sucked into someone's pussy or have my tail eat someone I don't want it to."

"Its a learning process," growled Mirelle.  Her powerful leg lashed out and swept her stocking off its hook. The tied-up woman inside let out a grunt as her ass hit the ground, then a gag-muffled shriek as she saw the wolverine step over her. "Lets learn." The last thing the woman in the stocking saw was the wolverine's tail lift as Mirelle sat on her.

There was a wet squelch as the woman's head disappeared beneath Mirelle's tail and the others crowded close to watch, their own gifts forgotten for the moment.  They'd seen plenty of things go up the wolverine's ass, but this was the first time they saw a whole human disappear into it.  It wouldn't be the last.