Matt's Christmas
By Strega

"Dear Santa," Binky read.  The letter was minuscule in a polar bear's hands.  Once he merely had forepaws but that changed when he assumed the mantle of Santa and though he still had the basic build of the beast he could walk upright and had fully functional, if huge, clawed hands.  Fifteen hundred pounds of polar bear could function as a biped as long as the ceilings are high.

"Santa, my name is Matt.  I know this letter is late but I was unable to send it earlier due to being in hospital.  I am 25 years old and am in the early stages of a cancer I am assured is 95% incurable.  I am still healthy but that will not last and very soon I will be in agony.  All I want for Christmas is to come to your workshop and be eaten by a predator of my choice."  He pushed the little set of reading glasses back up his muzzle with a claw.  "Flora?"

The black panthress, in a snug green holiday outfit that contrasted nicely with Binky's traditional red Santa suit, typed a quick inquiry into the Workshop's search system.  The system had been there since long before computers were developed and the argument could me made that it was as magical as many of Santa's other resources.  The breadth of knowledge it allowed - whether you've been Naughty and Nice, as it were - caused the workshop to get almost daily information requests, always denied, from intelligence agencies across the world.
Flora nodded as the screen updated. "He's telling the truth. Pancreatic cancer, an extremely aggressive strain."

There was nothing they could do about that.  One thing Santa was not allowed to do was prolong someone's life.  Under certain circumstances he could shorten one, though.  "I expect this won't be the last request we get along these lines," Binky growled.  "It's hardly past Christmas but I've already had two asking me to eat them next year in addition to the usual 'I really want to meet Santa, if you know what I mean' letters."

"Do I hear you complaining about that?"  Flora was six feet tall but tiny compared to the bear sitting next to her.  Her arm was long enough for her to reach out and rub the long bulge that showed through the red Santa suit, though.
"No of course not...rrrr." There was an immediate reaction and stiffening beneath the red fabric.

Binky had been Santa for several years now.  The role conferred a sort of immortality until the holder was killed or chose to retire, at which point another took it up.  It also conferred a youthful vigor and there was a reason most of Binky's assistants were attractive and lusty women.

"I forgot to thank you for that special present you gave me this year, dear," the panthress purred.  "It was so much fun."

"You mean the one that lets you eat a entire human with your sex?" Binky set down the letter, too distracted to focus as Flora opened the snaps that let his thick black shaft slide from under the fabric.  Beneath its white fur a polar bear has night-black skin and so did his already mostly unsheathed cock.

"And other things," she purred as she slid into his lap.  Her green outfit conveniently lacked anything below the skirt to cover her groin and muscles she hadn't had a week before tensed and rippled as her pussy swallowed Binky's cock. At once she gripped down and Binky growled deep in his chest.  A smaller creature would be sucked whole into her hungry pussy and she was still a bit chubby from another Christmas present - a blond haired man - her pussy had eaten after she got this gift.  Santa was ten times her mass though and all it did was milk him.

"I'm not going to last long like that," he groaned.

"Afterward we can talk about this Matt person," she purred, and sure enough within a minute Binky tensed and came.  With a grunting growl he filled her womb, which would easily digest this little meal, and when the last of it was in her she pulled herself off his cock and reversed herself, showing him her sex. The mistletoe  at the tip of her long tail hovered over his head and that contractually required him to kiss her.  On the lips or, at least according to Flora, in this situation on the pussy.  Binky's tongue was long, strong and well-practiced and it took him little longer to tease her to her pleasure than it had taken her hungry sex to suck the cum out of him.

"So, about Matt," Flora said brightly as she slid back off his lap.

*****

"If it's all the same to you," Matt said the very next day, "I'd prefer a female predator."

"Of course," Binky growled.  The tour of the workshop had brought a smile to the human's face - especially the sight of all the predatory creatures now mixed in with the elves. They knew why he was there and more than one licked its chops at the very sight of him.

"So," Matt said.  Binky smiled and relaxed the grip his sheath had on the man's arm.  One of Binky's many powers, for whatever reason, was to suck a man right into his sheath or cock and digest them in a variety of ways.  Matt was to the shoulder in the polar bear's long sheath and had Binky wanted it, in he would go.  This was Matt's gift though and Binky allowed him to pull his damp arm back out.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Matt nodded.  "Your wife is very nice but I'd like to feed someone my size.  I met your assistant Flora and she said there are four ladies working for you.  Maybe I could spend a little while with all of them and then decide?"

And that is just what happened.  A few minutes later Llewella, most senior of the assistants by virtue of having met and fucked pre-Santa Binky before any of the others, led the other three in.

There was Llewella of course, a buxom arctic vixen who retained her winter-white fur year round.  In contrast there was Flora, night-dark from head to paw, a sleek and muscular panthress.  Deirdre, a scantily clad skunkette who smiled as she saw him but couldn't resist licking her chops and whose tail twitched in his direction as though it had a mind of its own.  And finally Mirelle, a muscular she-wolverine in a red leather harness that didn't even pretend to the modestly of the other's outfits.  Not that the others weren't provocatively dressed, but Mirelle's sex was right there the open, not hidden under a skirt like the rest.

After a round of introductions the decision making process began.  "Matt," Flora purred, "Any one  of us could swallow you whole.  You can see we're all a bit plump right now.  Naughty List people are fattening.  Well, except Mirelle.  She's always fat."

The wolverine, who was not so much fat as broad and strong, smiled a sharp-fanged grin.  "But now each of us has another way to eat you.  Flora or Llewella," she nodded to the vixen, "Can suck you right into their often-used pussy-"

"Oh, like yours isn't," Llewella sniped.

"...And digest you," the wolverine went on inexorably, "Our skunkette sister's tail is predatory and can wrap you up in its hair and absorb you, spitting out the bones afterward.  For me, I could suck you into my asshole and I don't waste bones.  It all gets digested."

"It's not a waste," Deidre grumbled.  "You come by and eat them and I didn't hear you complain then."

"All right, let's not argue," Llewella said, and Matt realized that the good natured sniping was due to every single one of them wanting to eat him.  But still, up the ass?  Really?

"Look, ladies," he said, and glanced around at the hunger on the faces around him. "I know you want to eat me and that's why I am here.  I want to end my life as food for one of you while I am still healthy enough to enjoy it.  But don't pull my leg."

They looked at one another.  "I'll pull your leg," Mirelle growled.  Matt was sitting on the floor surrounded by the lot of them and the wolverine only had to sidle forward on her knees and sit.  Matt's eyes went wide as his toes disappeared beneath her tail and there was a rubbery stretching feeling  as what must be her asshole engulfed his foot.  The wolverine growled and tensed, turning away, and his eyes got even wider as his ankle and part of his calf disappeared into her ass.  He could feel the internal muscles knead and grip as they pulled him in.  Her ass was swallowing his leg!

"Not so fast," the skunkette said, and her tail curled around her hip until its warm fur was against his other foot.  Immediately the long strands of black and white fur gripped him like little tentacles and pulled his foot out of sight in the great brush of her tail.  "I could digest you a bit at a time but that'd be rude," she said.  "I'll wait until all of you is inside, if you pick me."

Before he could say anything the vixen and panthress each grabbed one of his hand and pressed it to their pussies.  There was a wet, slippery pull and the grip of muscles like the ones in the wolverine's asshole as each of them swallowed a hand with her sex and his forearms followed.

None of them were impossibly strong inside but the tight sucking grip of their holes would make it very hard to extract his hand or foot and Deidre's tail gripped him like a sea anemone swallowing its prey. As each edged closer more and more of his limbs were sucked into their assorted predatory orifices.  Most of his right leg was up a wolverine's ass and his arms weren't far behind in their journey past vixen and panthress pussy lips. There wasn't enough of him inside yet to make a belly bulge but he was suddenly sure any one of them could swallow him in exactly the manner they were demonstrating.  It was just a limb each now but he was convinced that his entire body would fit and that left to their own devices that was exactly what they would do.

The predatory interest of strong furry ladies who very much wanted to eat him was impossibly arousing and the sole piece of clothing he was wearing tented as his erection stretched his underwear. Very soon he would just be a torso and head with four swallowed limbs and of course he couldn't jack off with his hands sucked deep into pussies.  "Wait," Matt panted as each of them reached for his bulge.  "Please let me out."

There was a pause and then a disappointed growl from the wolverine as she unclenched her anus and knee-walked away to disgorge his leg.  Deidre tapped her tail, then again when it seemed reluctant, and eventually its hair-tentacles released his other leg.  Llewella and Flora each whined in pleasure as his arms slid back out but he could see that they, like the other two, wanted nothing more than to eat him.  They were being nice.  If they weren't such good friends they would be fighting over him and if he were alone with one he would already be half swallowed by an asshole, pussy or tail.

"I can't decide," he said when they were all gathered around. Flora reached for his bulge again but Mirelle growled, Deirdre opened her mouth to say something and Matt went on.  "Look, I don't want to start a fight.  I want to be inside all of you but there's only one of me."

 "I could get some dice," Llewella said, but Flora held up her hand.  The panthress pulled out her workshop phone.

"Santa dear," she purred into it, "The ladies and I have a favor to ask."

"I don't know," Binky said a few minutes later.  "There are rules."

"You can make copies of yourself on Christmas eve but you're not allowed to make copies of others?" asked Llewella.

"It may fall under 'extending a human lifespan' and I'm not allowed to do that."
"You won't be extending anything," the wolverine growled.  "Make him into four and in half an hour all four of him will be digesting.  Mine at least," she said as she looked Matt over the way a hungry man looks at a steak, "Is going right up my ass the second I have him to myself."

Santa Binky rubbed his chin.  "This one time, as a late Christmas favor to you all," he growled, "I will chance bending the rules.  But all of them have to be eaten, you understand?"

"We understand," the four said in unison.  Santa turned to Matt.  "Matt, all of this was because you asked for it.  This is your last chance to change your mind. Once there are four of you my assistants will take you as their prey.  It won't be your choice any more." 

"That's just the way I want it," Matt said, looking around at the hungry faces around him. "I want nothing more than to feed these pretty ladies."

Binky nodded and slid the room's door shut. There was a click as it latched.  "I will stay to make sure nothing untoward happens.  Only I can open this door.  Now back up a little, ladies."

Each of the four nodded reluctantly and rose to their feet to step back.  Maybe Binky was worried that four Matts could suddenly decide to attack.  Each of his assistants was easily a match for their prospective meal but Santa was there in case things got out of hand and even four men were nothing like a match for fifteen hundred pounds of polar bear.

Or rather, five men.  Binky winked and made a small gesture and just like that there was a Matt standing in front of him and four more in the circle of assistants. Each wore just the pair of underwear and each had the same bulge under it as the original.  Or maybe one of the five was the original.

Not that it mattered.  "What, I thought," said the one nearest Binky, but then an enormous furry hand was on his shoulder pulling him forward. Matt-1 blinked as Binky's other paw pulled down his red holiday outfit  but if he had anything to say he wasn't fast enough.  Binky's hand pulled Matt's face  down again his belly and the mouth of the polar bear's long sheath was there to meet it.

Matt-2 looked equally confused but suddenly Deirdre's tail was all over him, fluffed out to full size and gripping him with a thousand tentacles made of long fur strands working together. Her tail bulked larger as it began to engulf its meal, pulling Matt-2 against it and crawling around him from all sides to gradually conceal him beneath its hungry fur.

Matt-3 barely time to smile at Mirelle before the wolverine's powerful leg swept his feet out from under him.  By the time he recovered from the fall she had pushed his feet together and sat on them, and Matt-3 began to struggle rather theatrically as his feet were sucked into the wolverine's ass. She grinned over her shoulder at him but grin or not she was not taking no for an answer. As she backed up it forced his legs up against his chest and he had a fine view of her stretched asshole coming down to swallow him all the way to the knees. Her wide furry tail brushed his face as an internal contraction sucked in his knees and started on his thighs and suddenly Matt was masturbating furiously.

Llewella treated Matt-4 more gently but she still pulled him from his feet and there was a brief glimpse of his smiling face before her pussy swallowed it. With her sex gradually working itself over his shoulders she was free to lean forward, brush his hand aside, and suck on his rigid cock.

Flora, muscular and sleek, gripped Matt-5 like a wrestler.  For a moment each watched as Binky lifted Matt-1 and stuffed the man into his sheath.  White fur bulged and stretched  as head and shoulders and chest were pushed in and a ripple in the distended sheath moved from the stretched mouth down toward the balls as it began to help pull the man in. Binky let go when Matt-1 was to the waist but like a devouring serpent the sheath continued to pulsate, stretching itself upward to engulf the man's hips.  Already the shape of Matt-1's face bulged out through the fur of Binky's balls. Santa Works In Mysterious Ways and somehow Binky's many powers included this trick, though how and why Santa would ever want to swallow someone with his cock was indeed a mystery.  It only mattered now that he enjoyed it and a deep growl rose out of Binky as his sheath fed.

Flora turned back to Matt-5.  "However you want it, dear," she purred, but her grip was tight.  This was going to end in a belch no matter what he said.
Matt-5 watched Matt-4 disappearing into Llewella's pussy for a moment, and then looked to see Matt-3 in Mirelle's hungry asshole to the waist, both his hands out of sight but clearly still masturbating. Matt-2 was almost entirely covered in fur now, wrapped from head to foot in the skunkette's tail tentacles with only his eyes and part of his face still visible. Strong as the fur was the skunkette was unable to lift her feeding tail and it lay stretched out along the floor, a cocoon of hair that bit by bit swallowed the last of its prey into itself. Binky grunted, his balls bulging as his sheath swallowed Matt-1 to the knees.

"I know you wanted to eat me with your pussy," Matt-5 said as he turned back to Flora, "But if it's all right, I'd like to go headfirst down your throat."

Flora smiled.  "It's all right," she purred, and her jaws creaked as she yawned. He stared for a moment into the purple chute of gullet that was about to consume him before he spoke.

"Just a moment," Matt-5 said, and in a burst of strength that surprised Flora he gripped her ass and lifted.  Her surprise lasted for only a moment before her tail and legs wrapped around his waist.  His cock fit into a pussy he knew was capable of swallowing him whole surprisingly snugly.

"Good boy," she purred.  "Now sit down before you strain yourself."

As he settled down on his rump Flora began to bounce in his lap, and she was purring again as her unhinged jaws slid over his face.  Matt-5 didn't try to struggle.  Even if he had, it wouldn't have changed anything.  The panthress was much stronger than he was and this was always going to end in a belch.

Matt-3 was to the armpits in Mirelle's hungry asshole when he shuddered and, somewhere deep in her intestinal tract, obviously came. He stared peacefully out at the others as the wolverine's asshole slipped up over his shoulders and framed his face.  "It was nice to meet you all, " he said, then Mirelle clenched and he was gone.

Precum drooled from Binky's sheath as it swallowed Matt-1's feet.  The double bulge moved down the eighteen-inch length of it as the last of its meal was forced into the polar bear's swollen balls. The soft contours of the bulge in his scrotum showed that the man was already mostly digested into cum, another power of questionable use to a Santa that Binky used when the mood struck him.  Maybe previous Santas hadn't had his various predatory powers.  There was no way to know since most were long dead and his immediate predecessor existed only as a bit of fat still lining Binky's thick ursine frame.

Matt-2 was just a vaguely man-shaped bulge in Deidre's tail, the skunkette smiling as the fur wrapped itself ever tighter around its meal. Somewhere under all that fur digestion was taking place.  Maybe this Matt hadn't had time to masturbate, or maybe he'd done so under the fur as it consumed him.  Her tail had been hungry and quick.

Llewella bent into a circle as she both sucked Matt-4 and swallowed him with her pussy.  Eventually she paused, muzzle bobbing, and when she lifted her muzzle she smiled and swallowed. Her pussy did, too, and she sat up, resting her weight atop her meal and forcing herself over Matt-4 to the waist in one long slide.  Sucking him off had forced her to eat slowly but that was all over now. She fell to hands and knees and groaned, tensing her inner muscles to suck in his hips.

Matt-5 did not last long in Flora's pussy, and that was just as well.  She could swallow even less of him while mating than Llewella and when her prey tensed and shuddered she allowed him just enough time to finish before dismounting and lifting him.  His wet cock was visible for a moment as she raised him above her and them with a bob of her muzzle there was nothing left outside but a pair of kicking legs.

Out of the corner of her eye Llewella saw Flora getting ready to swallow her meal and the urge to compete overcame both women.  Llewella, gentlest and softest-spoken of the assistants, growled and strained, pulling Matt-4's knees into her pussy. Flora bolted Matt-5 down in a tearing hurry, only afterward realizing that her fangs must certainly dug in and hurt him in the process.  She would feel mildly guilty that her meal suffered unnecessarily but in the end he was a meal and from the second she was alone with him it was only going to end with him taking a trip through her digestive tract.  She'd never had to be polite to a meal before but it was a learning experience for all concerned.

At the moment she was busy trying to get him swallowed and with a last lurch of her jaws she had his feet in her mouth.  At the same moment Llewella shuddered as Matt-4's feet slipped into her pussy.  Flora's jaws popped back onto their joints at the same moment that Llewella's sex resumed its usual shape, dripping with the lust that lubricated Matt for easy ingestion.

"Tie," Deidre said, and Mirelle, still fingering her asshole, nodded.

There was a bit of squabbling about that punctuated by various bodily noises. Deidre's tailfur rustled as it continued to reposition itself around its meal, which presumably had something to do with how a mass of skunkette tailfur and its narrow spine digested an entire human.  Flora let out a great belch as Matt-5 settled in her middle and Llewella's pussy let out a similar but more trumpet-like sound.  Mirelle burped and then farted, having the good grace to look a bit embarrassed at the latter though it was perfectly understandable given that her lower intestine had just eaten a man. Finally even Binky's sheath chimed in with a burp, which drew every eye to the polar bear's now ponderously swollen scrotum.

"I'll bend the rules just this once he said," Flora purred.  "Right before he made another copy to shove up his cock."

Binky shrugged.  "If I'm going to get in trouble for doing it I might as well enjoy it. I'm still not doing it again unless I hear from higher-ups that it's okay."

Even his assistants didn't know who the higher-ups were but they had other concerns anyway.  Binky could eat and digest men in any number of ways and right now he could be absorbing Matt into his balls, yet they stayed fat and sloshing. A hundred and fifty or so pounds of man had been converted into an equal volume of cum and if he pretended not to notice all the eyes on his balls it was just that, pretending.
"What are you going to do with all of that," Mirelle growled, though she was fat in the middle with slowly digesting human.  

Binky's pretense of not noticing their interest was somewhat spoiled as the fat black tip of his cock made an appearance at the tip of his sheath.  "I don't know," the polar bear growled.  "Does anyone want it?"

The ladies shared looks.  Each of them had just eaten close to their body weight in human.  Each still wanted another meal. Deirdre's belly was empty if her tail was full, Llewella  could use a meal through her mouth to join the one she sucked into her pussy, Flora had a full belly but an empty pussy and Mirelle probably, predictably, wanted a huge load of bear cum to follow the man up her ass.

There was only one thing to do.  "I'll get the dice," Llewella said.