Prologue
"Make sure to set your Christmas list out tonight!" My aunt's shrill voice rang out from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and slid the headset back over my ear. Dropping out of college after my parents passed was one of the worst ideas I could've had. Almost three years had gone by, I would've been out in the world by now. Instead I'm stuck with my father's much older sister, an old fashioned kind of woman who grows more senile by the day.
Her frail knuckles wrapped sharply against my door frame, she had a handyman take my door off the hinges while I was at my shitty retail job. She didn't believe a 'child' should have privacy, I was about to be 23.
"Sawyer! Where's your list? Why aren't you listening to me?! How will Santa know what to bring?" She shrieked stamping her feet.
I had a long day of dealing with frantic Christmas shoppers, I couldn't help but snap, "actually shut the fuck up and get away from me!" I shouted, ripping my headset off.
She quite literally gasped, hand over her mouth and everything, she stepped forward and snatched my ear. "Sawyer! Do not. DO NOT speak to your elders that way!"
The twinge of pain in my ear brought an involuntary tear to my eye, I could shove her, hell even take a swing at her, but I just stood there, fists clenched at my side.
She released my ear and now gripped my chin, "look at you, crying, fucking pussy, just like your dad. Make your fucking list and put it in your shoes." She whispered. She was having more and more of these rageful moments, not like she was ever nice to begin with, I always felt like I was a burden to her.
She pushed my chin away from her and stormed out of the room. I glanced at my tv and shut off. I sat and stared at my reflection in the tv, tears welling in my eyes. After a moment I pulled out a piece of paper. I twiddled the pen between my fingers for a bit. A chuckle rose from my belly as I began to write
Suck my dick and eat my ass
I rolled it up and shuffled downstairs to put the list in my shoes.
Chapter 1
I rubbed my red eyes, I had waited for my aunt to go to sleep before getting back up to game. She still clung to the idea that Santa wouldn't come if I was still up. I flopped down in my bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.
No sooner had my eyes shut, there was a large crash downstairs. After a moment of silence I crept downstairs. There was still a glow of embers in the fireplace and tree was still lit. I made my way to the still lit tree, half expecting presents, but there were none there.
"Hey kid..." a deep gravely voice spoke low, followed by deep, almost animalistic exhale.
I turned slowly, my voice caught in my chest as my blood ran cold.
I instantly recognized him, piercing yellow eyes with the face of a Billy goat, complete with huge curled ram's horns, and coarse, gray fur. What the legend's don't tell you is that he is massive. Slouched in my aunt's massive arm chair his shoulders spilled out the sides, his arms thick and muscly, big juicy pecs capped with big pink nipples, with a big muscle gut like a Strongman. His thick, digitigrade legs were stretched out and spread. My eyes settled at the seat of the chair, his junk hung over the front, a dark sack hung low with two fat nuts, in front of it a forearm thick pink and black horse cock, at least 9 inches long.
Krampus scoffed, "gonna say hi kid? Or keep staring at my cock?"
I stammered, "I...I..."
He held his catcher's mitt of a hand up, "enough kid, Santa sent me, he thought I should take care of your list..." he snapped his fingers, a familiar roll of printer paper appearing in his hand. He unrolled it and lowered his eyes to it, "huh... suck my dick... aaand... eat my ass? Is that right kid?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "well drop your pants kid... I'm gonna suck you silly." He half growled. He waited a moment and raised an eyebrow, "usually the answer is yes sir."