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"Forest." The wolf in question perked up, having been licking at his vacant plate for every last bit of the remnant frosting. "Wait, really?" The dragon nodded, beckoning the wolf to come down rather than put the big box into the wolf's lap. Forest did as indicated, kneeling in front of it before starting to work at opening it. The ribbons came away, as did the paper, and then the box's lid. Colored tissue paper was tossed aside, and then the wolf gasped. He looked up at the dragonnaga. "For me...?" Flik laughed. "Yes, silly wuff. We already established that." "It's just surprising." Forest responded, looking down into the box, and reaching in, running his paw over what he'd found in there. Tris drowsily churred at the petting, squirming a bit against all the ribbon that'd bound him up into an oddly comfortable position. The grey wolf licked his lips slowly, and then reached with both paws down into the box, scooping and lifting up the diminutive skunk with ease. As his present became apparent, gasps went around the room, as well as a few jealous mutterings. Jay looked to Flik, surprised. "I thought Tris wasn't going to be able to make it this year." The naga smiled inscrutably, before inviting another guest to open their box. Forest, meanwhile, had retreated to a love seat in the corner of the room, out of the way of everything. He casually worked on undoing the knotted ribbons holding the skunk bundled up, a deep, contented rumble in his chest as he worked to do so without disturbing the sleeping mephit. Eventually, the skunk was only bound by the wolf's arms, breathing slowly. Forest unconsciously licked his lips while stroking over the unadorned skunk affectionately. Another of the houseguests, Jag, peeked over the back of the couch. "Hey, wuffs." He held up a pack of socks. "Wanna trade?" The wolf growled primally nearly before he knew what he was doing, wrapping his arms tight around the skunk and twisting his body a bit to shield his gift from view of the envious feline. "Okay geesh." The cat muttered, slipping back out of sight. Around this time Tris started to properly awake. He drowsily nuzzled into the soft fluff his head was resting upon, and then slowly came to realize his pillow at home was not fluffy, really. He slowly opened his eyes to white and grey fur, and a bit of a moist sensation on one of his ears. Swallowing a mouthful of drool, Forest found himself wagging eagerly as the skunk gradually awoke, continuing to stroke gently as Tris surfaced into wakefulness. The skunk perked as his consciousness overtook his comfort, certain he was in fact, not in his bed. He looked up and blushed deeply as he saw the familiar face beaming down at him. "Fowo...?" The wolf rumbled happily and gave the mephit a squeeze. "Quite the step up from video calls, huh?" Tris peeked around the room, and made the discovery that quite a few of the other people he knew from online were in the room, looking to the wolf and him intently, but also that his only adornment was the amount of wolf winter fluff that Forest afforded him through the close embrace. His tail fluffed up, and he bashfully wrapped it around to cover himself up a bit more, blushing deeply. "Don't you worry about them." Forest murmured, just barely above the level of his chest's rumble to the skunk's ear. "Not gonna let anyone get you." The skunk nestled and embraced the wolf in return, his cheeks still brightly glowing with the intensity of his blush. "'ve got no idea how I got here." "Neither have I." The larger male stroked down Tris' back with a paw. "But you were clearly labeled as a gift for me." He grinned, unable to hide the thwapping of his tail against the seat cushion as he wagged incorrigibly. "That's enough for me, if it is for you." Tris looked back at the rest of the room for a moment, catching a wink thrown his way by a certain dragon naga and a thumbs up from a couple of his friends gathered here. He looked back up at the wolf and nodded. "I guess." Forest rumbled, and less noticeably to anyone but the skunk in his arms, his stomach growled in concert. "You guess? You know me, Tris. You make me all greedy, but if you don't want to be hoarded up, you better say." Tris swallowed apprehensively, blushing still, before quietly speaking his mind. "Well... not in front of everyone..." Almost before he'd finished talking the wolf was up on his feet, the skunk bundled up in his grasp, declaring to the room openly. "If anyone needs me, I'm in my room." He turned and headed out of the room towards the stairs, to a chorus of "woo"s from some of the other guests. The mephit's head was in the clouds, or at least, winter wolf chest floof, his tail swaying and curling as he was carried seemingly effortlessly up the stairs and to the wolf's room. His blush faded gradually as he realized they were away from prying eyes, only to return with a vengeance at a low growl in his ear. "You ready...?" Forest asked, a bit of the growl getting into his voice. He was doing his best to hold back until permission was given by the helpless skunk in his embrace. Slowly, Tris nodded. "Y-yeah." The wolf licked his lips wetly, his stomach letting out another growl. He opened his jaws wide, showing the mephit in his arms the slick, fleshy entrance to his throat, rippling eagerly to get a grasp on the skunk before he'd even crossed inside his powerful jaws. He paused for a moment, remembering something the skunk had said to him in a chat, and closed his muzzle again, taking a slow lick over one of his blushing cheeks. He carefully eased the skunk down onto his bed, laying him down, before stalking to the foot of the bed. Tris looked up, confused at this development after the view into the wolf he'd had moments before. He gasped as he realized what the wolf was doing, and folded his tail over and around to his chest, hugging the fluffy appendage like a pillow. Drooling openly, the wolf scooped up the mephit's ankles in his paws, looking his gift right in the eyes as he slowly opened his jaws again, easing Tris' feet into his mouth, harmlessly chomping around calves, nearly to the knees. His throat rippled and pulled on squirming toes. Tris wriggled involuntarily at the intense sensations on his paw pads, biting his lip and squeezing his tail tighter, unable to look away from the lupine's piercing gaze. He splayed and curled his toes, feeling the saliva-slickened flesh squish and squeeze in return, before quite insistently pulling. Forest's throat let out an audible glrk as his jaws crossed up onto the skunk's thighs, his cheeks stretching to fit around the legs as they widened out. He swallowed again eagerly, and just the hint of a blush appeared on his own cheeks as his advancing maw met the skunk's hips. Using his hands, he scooped up under Tris' rump and grasped the meaty cheeks with a naughty growl, going from all fours to sitting on his ankles at the foot of the bed, his leverage lifting the whole skunk upright. The mephit in question gasped, squirming bashfully, before he found himself raised up off the bed entirely, soon finding himself nearly standing in the wolf's throat, except his feet were supported by a snug ring of flesh. Another resonant glrk dropped the "floor" out from under him, and his curved hips sank into the greedy lupine's jaws. However, either they were a bit more than a mouthful, or Forest couldn't help but savor this part of his gifted Christmas meal. Either way, or perhaps, both ways, those stretched jaws gently nibbled and gnawed their way up to Tris' waist, as his footpaws were welcomed to the chamber below with an eager stomach growl and the slimy walls kneading over them eagerly. Rather than standing he was more sitting, on the edge of a very warm and tight waterslide, and the look in Forest's eyes told him he'd be heading for the splash pool very soon. The wolf's hands traced how the skunk's hips stretched his cheeks, eyes lidded, before taking a small gulp, the throat just short of grasping onto the thick rear, then a larger gulp, just starting to engage, and then an even larger gulp, and all at once the skunk dropped to be kneeling in the chamber below, as well as the bed, between the lupine's thighs. This resulted in not only Tris' waist being secured away, but his arms and tail were fully caught, just the fluffy tip free to do not much more than curl around to relieve his neck in supporting his head if the wolf kept leaning forward. He could just barely keep peeking over Forest's snout to keep eye contact. He could feel the wolf's tongue savoring between his shoulderblades, then slipping up to cup the back of his head. With a gentle pull with his tongue, and a powerful swallow all around, Forest felt the widest part of his meal settle into his stomach, atop the skunk's ankles, as his head was surrounded by the jaws he was teased with before. The Lupine ran his fingers along the form of his treat's back through his own chest, mostly hidden by the thick winter coat there. He smirked a bit, thinking that the poor, unclothed skunk has the best winter coat a cutie like him could ever want. His jaws snapped shut with a wet clack of his teeth, just clearing the skunk's ears. All of Tris' world was the inside of Forest now, and that was punctuated by the throat rippling and dragging him deeper again. He felt his knees get pressed into the "back" wall of the stomach and slide up it as his hips were pushed towards the "floor". The fleshy valve that was accepting him travelled up his torso, squeezing on his neck possessively for a moment, before one last insistant pulsation from the esophagus pressed the mephit's head through, and he was fully contained in wolf belly. Forest turned around and sat down, facing the bedroom door with a broad grin, his hands roaming and kneading the shape that was filling out his lap, part of him amused just how similar the skunk's position was to how he was being cuddled before. He reached down and scooped up under the shape of the shapely rear in his new prey paunch and gently squeezed, leaning down to kiss the top of the trapped skunk's head through his own pelt. "Been wanting you tucked away for a long time, Tris." The skunk inside squirmed bashfully, but mostly enjoyed the gastric embrace. It was similarly comfortable, just quite a bit wetter and slimier than cuddling Forest on the outside. He churred quietly, feeling the walls of the stomach grinding and squeezing on him, blushing as he could feel the wolf's gentle nature and greedy disposition told through these unconscious processes. The stomach was so happy to have him and also wanted him to know he was where he belonged. Leaving one arm scooped under the bulge of his meal, Forest slowly got up off the bed and walked over to the door, opening it with his free hand. He hummed happily as his walking swung his weighty gut back and forth, mostly moderated by the embrace he held around it, and descended the stairs. He announced his return to the party with a low, rumbling belch, feeling the act clench up the flesh snugly around his occupant. He headed towards the couch while subtly gulping down some fresh air, giving the skunk more room as well as some needed oxygen. With a flop, he'd settled between HT and Jag. Grinning broadly at each, he kneaded over his midsection again, letting Tris sag into his lap fully. Tris yelped muffledly at the sudden flop, but soon calmed down again. Especially when the kneading paws increased from two to six. The skunk blushed as he processed this meant Forest had returned to the group he'd seen before. As much as the assemblage could, they returned to the festivities without paying much mind to the wriggling shape of Tris hidden underneath the wolf's fur, apart from the cat and the raccoon continuing to gently rub and knead, offering teasy words for the fully caught skunk. Flik grinned, and set a small box on top of the shifting, person-shaped lump with the tip of his snakey tail. This, too was addressed to Forest. The wolf curiously started to open this present, and perked at the contents. "What is it?" HT asked, attempting to peek over the side of the box from his position at the wolf's waist. Forest unfurled a tee shirt from inside the box, which tumbled to the ground from the action, unfurling it and grinning, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Well, show the rest of us, mew." Jag implored, using his most feline cuteness. The lupine turned the shirt around, and the room was treated to the printed words "Skunk Eater." Jay grinned, and looked up at Flik "Good thing he got his presents in this order." The dragonnaga feigned innocence. "It's just the way things turn out sometimes."

Boxing Day Forest casually lounged in the living room of the manor wearing his new shirt and affectionately rubbing over the new layer of pudge he'd acquired overnight, slipping his paw under the fabric to rub and squeeze far more directly. He rumbled contentedly, feeling just how much tighter his pants fit around his hips as he adjusted in his seat, the added padding to his rear just adding to his contemplative bliss. "My Tris."