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Content Warning:** **contains (in no particular order,) Partner Swapping, Willing F/M sex, Bondage, Unwilling F/M and M/F Vore, Digestion, Misuse of a gardening tool, and Bad Santa Roleplaying.

Eka's Portal, FurAffinity

As the title implies, this is about what Christmas used to look like for the Tritz household; Linda and Roger would bring a friend or two over for some fun and conveniently forget to tell them that they're gonna eat them by the end of the night.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas this year, and hope that 2021 is better for us all.

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It was the night of Christmas Eve, and all throughout the city the holiday parties had started to die down, turning off all but the extravagant and colorful lights both inside and outside their homes.

The Tritz's home was no different, with it's porch and living room covered in rainbow lights. Linda laid on the living room couch, dozing to quite naughty dreams. She wore very little, only a sheer red nightgown that, even with the dim and multicolored lights of the tree across the room, may as well did nothing to cover her nakedness.

Roger quietly entered the living room, well as quietly one can while wearing boots and carrying a large sack that was filled and as heavy as he was. He was more dressed than his wife, though even then it wasn't by much, wearing just a red pair of pants and a matching Santa hat. Linda politely kept her eyes shut and continued to "sleep" to preserve their roleplay as Roger made his way to in front of the mantlepiece. Setting the large sack aside, Roger jumped up and loudly stomped to mime Santa coming down from the chimney.

Roger bent over the underside of the tree, moving this and that present aside, giving Linda a full view of his toned ass. Swallowing a bit of drool, Linda cooed out, "Merry Christmas, 'Santa'~"

"Oh ho? Little girl you're supposed to be asleep in your room!" said Roger.

"I was, but I was too excited for Christmas... To see you... Maybe even have my stocking stuffed with your gift~" Linda said as she pulled a leg up and over the backrest, spreading her already moist lower lips open.

"Oh you have been quite the naughty little girl this year. Seducing and having your way with a whole list of men and women who aren't your husband, and to be so bold as to try to seduce me when I have a Misses up at the North Pole!" Roger tut-ed even as his growing erection threatened to undo his pants.

"But Santa, you can't blame me, they all begged me to come over! Is it really fair to say that I had my way with them when they made the first move? Besides, I offer myself as a gift to you, it would be wrong on such a holiday as this to turn down gifts."

"Maybe so, but you're not off the naughty list just yet!"

"Then how about I sweeten the deal~" Linda said as she reached over to the coffee table, pulling off a blanket to reveal a brown and black cow. The cow was utterly naked, gagged, and tied up in a thick red ribbon that matched her blushing, and even had a tag attached that said "To: 'Santa,' From: Linda~ <3" Linda sat the cow up and started groping her as she presented to Roger, "A large plate of cookies, and some delicious fresh milk~" Indeed it didn't take much nipple teasing to get the cow to start dribbling some milk out.

"Hmph! To bribe me with what should be freely given anyway!" Roger turned around and opened the sack, revealing a black bull, who like the cow was naked, gagged, and tied up with a tag "To: Linda, From: 'Santa' <3" Roger carried the bull and laid him on the couch in front of Linda, the bull's erection already as hard as his horns. "Tonight, you only get a large lump of coal to keep you company tonight!"

See, the cow and bull are a couple, and a swinging pair that had met up with Linda and Roger. The bovines both were into bondage and took turns with each other, but the idea of being regarded as nothing more than objects to be abused and/or fucked was a particular kink that they had trouble itching at the same time without outside help. With how soon this particular holiday was when the couples met up, the theme of a naughty Santa and 'little girl' with their respective gifts practically wrote itself.

"Coal?!" Linda said with an overdramatic flourish, "Oh woe, if only I were on the Nice list, I might've had my stocking stuffed with better gifts..." Linda crawled over to the bull, even with her badly-acted disappointment, she gave the bull's cock and balls an enthusiastic and thorough tongue bath. When she had covered every inch with spit, she sat up with her vagina tantalizingly over the dick and continued, "...But now my only gift I have tonight is something to light my fire~" And with that she took in the whole length of her gift's cock.

Meanwhile, Roger tended to his gift, starting with playing with the cow's plump breasts and sucking them to, well, milk as much milk out of her as he could. Despite being gagged, the cow let out a low mooing moan as her sensitive breasts were attended to, a sound that only grew louder as Roger started to sneak his fingers into her lower inner lips. "Delicious~" Roger said as he licked up the last of the milk off his beak. He stood up a bit to pull down his pants, his erect cock practically pushing down the belt as it passed over it, and aligned his dick into the hole his fingers just were, and thrusted as hard as he could when he did.

The room filled with the sounds of love-making, moans and grunts from both the givers and the receivers. The cow turned her head over to her husband and Linda riding him, musing how well the couch must be built to withstand Linda's enthusiastic bull riding. Moreso considering the coffee table, the cow reminded herself, as while Roger didn't quite have the length or girth of her own husband, he had a bit more fervor to him. In fact, it's a wonder that the table legs weren't giving out with every strong thrust he was giving to her.

Roger suddenly pulled her head up to his, his beak just as suddenly engulfing her whole muzzle and feverishly licking at it. The cow was momentarily shocked at this sudden and unorthodox "kiss", unsure how to reciprocate with the gag firmly holding her mouth locked, and amazed that Roger was even capable of having half her face inside his. If only she knew. Eventually and slightly oblivious, she leaned into the kiss and smelled her own milk deep inside Roger's throat, feeling the both of them so close to their orgasms.

Linda likewise started to busy herself with kissing her sex partner just as her own orgasm was reaching the point of no return. Unlike her husband's deep kiss, hers was a rapid series of pecks, smooches, and nibbling at the bull's exposed skin. Linda couldn't help but giggle at the bull's blushing and his own orgasm being spurred on by her teasing, how oblivious he was to her intent.

Soon they all came, one's release finally coaxing someone else's immediately afterwards that it may as well have been all at once, dicks emptying their balls and utterly filling up the wombs.

Roger pushed back the cow out of his mouth, lustfully whispering over her, "Oh you're more delicious than your milk, such a sweet cookie that I won't leave even a speck of crumb behind on the plate."

The cow blushed brighter at the strange compliment.

Shuddering at receiving her load, Linda flopped on top of her bull, stroking and tracing his muscles with one hand while she reached under the couch and quietly pulled out a branch cutter with the other. "Oh you're going to full me up so much..." Linda whispered to him. With a slightly sticky pop of her lifting herself off of his cock, her pussy dripping with his load.

The bull, while appreciative of the kisses, tried to indicate to Linda to remove his gag, if nothing else but to return some kisses of his own.

Instead, Linda sat back down again on him, this time her thighs tightly cradling his head, and with her ass pressing down on his chest and collar, the bull started to have a little trouble breathing. With a strange glint in her eye, Linda lifted up the branch cutter and aligned the blades around one of the bull's horns. "I just need you to not gore me from the inside out..." Linda ominously whispered.

Even with the gag, the bull's cry of pain was loud, snapping the cow out of her post-orgasm daze. She turned to see her husband try to cuss and struggle against Linda's vice thigh-grip as she readied her branch cutter on the other horn. The cow squirmed and squealed, trying to get out of her own bonds and signal to Roger that something was wrong and far outside their established boundaries. Instead, he punched her, dazing her as he roughly flipped her to laying on her belly.

The cow wasn't knocked out for long, coming just in time to hear the second sickening snap and the following subdued cry of her husband's other horn being forcefully removed. Her head was still pounding though, it was only when she felt a wetness reach half way up her shins that she looked behind herself to see Roger pulling and swallowing her legs. With a muffled scream, she tried to worm herself out of his hungry beak, but she didn't undo much progress before he roughly grabbed her by her arms and pulled her back.

Tightly bound and slowly being consumed on top of that, the cow can now only cry as she turns her head back to her husband. And he was fairing no better than her, Linda had already swallowed his head, lapping at his shoulders as she slid herself back down along his body. The sounds of the ostriches swallowing and moaning to their respective cows' taste filled the room, furthering the cow's dread and despair, while the bull was still trying to cuss out even as his head was pulled deeper and deeper in Linda's throat.

Out of a mix of sadism and lust over their prey, Linda and Roger started to tease their respective meals; Roger fingering the cow again while Linda started to stroke the bull's cock with her ass. The cow kept crying as she felt her own body react to Roger's stimulations, eventually his feathered fingers were replaced with his tongue when he managed to swallow up her thighs. And even with her despair, the tongue toying with her clit eventually caused another orgasm, the cow moaning into her pool of tears as she marinated herself with her juices and inside Roger's mouth. She was utterly defeated and surrendered to her hopeless fate, barely whimpering as she felt the tight beak pull itself over her thick ass and slim tail, her bound arms and doughy stomach. She let out another cry as Roger roughly groped her breasts, threatening to crush them in his hands as more milk spilt into the puddle of tears, but the cow felt disembodied from it in a way, as her mind wandered from the slim chances of survival to just getting her suffering over with. Eventually Roger did squeeze her breasts along with her wide shoulders down and into his throat, catching her head in his beak to give her one last look of the world outside of his bowels. Just in time to show the cow that Linda was likewise finishing off her own meal, before Roger swallowed and doomed the cow forever.

In the meanwhile, Linda enjoyed listening to the bull's attempts at cursing her turn into lustful huffs and inhales for the stale air inside her throat. It might have been better if he didn't have the gag in the first place, but nonetheless she still enjoyed having such control over him even as his base instincts should be about survival at the moment. Linda moaned into him, taunting him as she tasted his chest mixed with the cum that she had smeared over him as she had slid down to his hips earlier. She pulled him to a deep embrace as she felt the cock tense up again, sitting down so that instead of shooting over her ass it would spurt over his legs. She slowly grinded her hips towards his hooves, smearing his sauce into his skin as she groped his ass to shovel him deeper in her gluttonous beak. The bull huffed and heaved, the air inside of Linda only just giving him enough oxygen to stay awake and aware of his impending doom. Even with what shakes of his head that he could muster, the throat walls still felt tight, slick, and strong as they pulled him along. It was about when Linda's beak reached his sore and thoroughly groped hips that the bull felt his nose touch the entrance to the stomach before it opened wide to accept him. The whiff of the incoming acids stung the inside of his nose, stirring him to futilely struggling once more, Linda likewise moaning to the feeling of her prey's movement. She lifted his legs up and into the air as she slurped him up like a giant noodle, eagerly lapping and catching that delicious sperm sauce that brought out so much of her beef's natural flavor. After pushing down his kicking hooves, Linda sighed as she stroked her moving belly, licking the last bit of cum that was piling on the edges on her beak as she eyed Roger as he slurped up the tear and milk mixture of his meal.

The predatory ostriches' eyes met, either in horniness or in hunger (not that either were that good at telling them apart anyway) as their engorged stomachs' growls filled the living room. Linda lunged first, tackling Roger off the coffee, her beak clacking over his, but just as she would try to lunge and swallow his head, Roger pulled his head back and caught her beak inside his. And so they reached a stalemate as one tried to eat the other, tumbling and rolling on the floor as their prey were helplessly sloshed inside them around in the burning acids.

Rolling Roger onto his back, Linda pounced on top of him, letting out a triumphant shout as she slid her vagina over his dick. She rode him, grinding their guts together as Linda attempted to reduce Roger's stamina down. He saw in his wife's eyes a familiar but dangerous look, an unspoken promise that if he was to cum first that she would not hesitate to devour him whole right then and there. And Roger could not be more aroused at the thought, but knew his wife deserved better than some preyslut begging to be eaten, he needed all his strength to not cum at the spot and doom himself.

Their bovine prey were only paid as much attention as one would to a stubborn heavy and obtrusive weight. And with how vigorous the ostrich couple were going at it, it wouldn't be that long before that would be all the bovines would be. Their ribbon bonds and gags had been melted by the stomach acids, but by then so were their skin, exposing and weakening their muscles. Their dying spasmisms went largely unnoticed, barely distinguishable from their sloshing anyways.

Seizing a moment when Linda was lifting herself up, Roger picked her and himself up and sat her on the couch again, turning the tables onto her as he started thrusting into her. Linda could only hold onto the back of the couch as she was thoroughly fucked into it, her eyes rolling back as she felt her body reaching orgasm once more. With an indecent gurgling burp, she went slack as she felt her womb once more stuffed to the brim with cum, this time by her ravenous husband. Linda was limp, utterly stuffed, and easy pickings for a predator like Roger to devour and reduce to lifeless meat like he had with the cow just minutes before. Linda could only breathe in her own post-colitis and stare at her husband as he opened his beak wide again, reflexively shuddering in arousal at her fitting future as fat.

Instead, Roger missed his target, landing his open maw on the cushion only just inches away from Linda, tiredly bouncing, flopping, and rolling to sit down beside her.

They sat there, breathing heavily, taking in the post-sex smell, letting the sweat roll down their weary body as their bellies worked down the lifeless masses inside them. Strength slowly coming to her, Linda reached down to her husband's hand by her side, their fingers mutually gripping tightly as they interlocked, rubbing their rings together. Linda rolled her head to kiss Roger on the beak before falling onto his shoulder. She finally spoke up again, "Merry Christmas, dear."

"Mmm, Merry Christmas to you too, dear." Roger kissed Linda's cheek, "I take it you enjoyed your gift?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Linda giggled, slapping her gurgling belly as it softened with fat. "With how much they were thrashing in us, I don't think we told them the whole truth..."

Roger chuckled, feeling up Linda's gut, "Did we need to? They were the ones that wanted to be treated as nothing more than objects, we just followed through with it. Though, I don't think people normally eat lumps of coal..."

"And let that pile of beef go to waste? Never! Besides, by your logic, your big cookie had no excuse to wriggle around like that." Linda teased as she idly played with Roger's softening belly.

"She only started moving when she felt the acids. Gave up sooner than most, not that it mattered. She was a real tasty slut either way." Roger said as he guided Linda's hand in massaging his stomach. "Though, I'm still sure you're the tastiest of them all..."

Linda matched his coy smile, "Dear, it's obviously you. You're lucky we didn't invite our friends over too, what with how fat, slow, vulnerable as you are now..."

"I'm sorry, are you sure you're not describing yourself?"

"I'm sure, dear, but I'm too tired to eat you just yet."

"Same here, I'll have to eat you some other time~"

"Not if I eat you first~"

They giggled and kissed each other, allowing themselves to fall asleep right there on the couch, and clean up after themselves and the bovine couple later.

By Christmas morning, Linda and Roger would forget even the names of the bovines that had fattened them.