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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Just a short and dirty story inspired by this amazing image from Bambii dog

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It was Christmas eve and all through the house, not a mouse was stirring. Or so it was meant to go, but Phil found himself awoken by the sound of something or someone moving around upstairs in their attic, along with the faint musical tinkle of Christmas bells.

"Hey, did you hear that?" The half-asleep coyote yawned, nudging his wife on the shoulder, but she barely responded with more than a snort. "Oh sure, I'm the one that works all damned day, but you're the only one to get a full night's sleep...typical" the tan and beige mutt grumbled. Donning his fuzzy navy-blue slippers, his plaid patterned boxers, and his "Where the ho ho ho's at?" shirt, Phil reached into the back of his cupboard to retrieve "Patience", his aluminium baseball bat.

Cautiously and as quietly as he could, Phil reached up for the string to pull the attic stairs down, wincing as they creaked noisily in the otherwise silent night. As the stairs descended and unfolded, he thought he could still hear whatever it was still moving around up there. Gripping Patience tightly in his right hand, the coyote slowly climbed the stairs and poked his head into the dark space beyond, frowning a moment later when he spotted their Christmas lights wrapped about their fake tree, all set up and blinking merrily. Phil distinctly remembered telling his wife they weren't celebrating Christmas this year; their kids were finally out of home so he wanted a nice cheap and easy festive season.

With a sigh, Phil ascended the stairs and made his way toward the Christmas tree, pausing when he felt eyes watching him from the darkness. Only when he turned about, there was nothing but boxes and furniture hiding in the gloom.

"Easy Phil, just your mind playing tricks on you..." Phil chided himself, laughing out aloud.

"Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong, Phil..." a gravelly voice called out from somewhere in the gloom, two red eyes suddenly rising up from behind a stack of boxes.

"Who the hell are you, show yourself!?" Phil yelped, clutching his baseball bat tightly as he prepared to swing at the stranger.

"I'm here to punish you Phil, for misbehaving all year..." the large dark shape with glowing red eyes spoke, every time it seemed to move its head, he heard the soft jingling of Christmas bells.

"Punish me, for what? I've done nothing wrong!" The coyote growled defensively, now gripping his baseball bat so tight his knuckles turned white beneath his fur.

"That's not what your best friend's wife would say, would she?" The thing said almost mockingly as it began to move towards him slowly, the sound of hooves clopping against the wooden ceiling drawing slowly closer. "Or what about your own wife, how you deny her the simplest of pleasures when she needs them most?" it was close enough now that Phil could make out the creature's form.

It looked like a large black furred goat with misplaced sabretooth tiger like fangs, along with those glowing red eyes which had vertical feline pupils which sent chills down Phil's spine as they bored into his very soul. Pale grey horns jutted up from its forehead and curved backwards, wrapped with chains which had small golden Christmas bells attached to them, running all the way down and around it's muscled arms. The creatures long tufted tail, looking like it had been ripped off of a lion and attached to this monster, curled just above the floor as it twitched in an unmistakable predatory fashion.

"Get out of my house!" Phil yelled, charging at the creature and swinging Patience straight for the side of its head. The beast didn't even flinch, it merely raised a hand and caught the end of the bat in its thick fingers before ripping it with ease from the smaller coyote's grip. Tossing the bat somewhere behind itself with a loud clatter before it canted its head one side and grinned down at a suddenly speechless Phil. It saw the mutt looking past him and toward the stairs that led to his escape and possible safety. With a snort and nod of its head the opposite direction, the stairs slammed shut heavily.

"What are you?" Phil finally asked after the display of otherworldly abilities.

"I'm the Krampus!" the creature laughed, raising a hand and snapping its fingers. With an alarming hiss the Christmas lights slithered off of the Christmas tree and quickly coiled about Phil, pulling his arms behind his back and binding his ankles together before reaching up and winding about his snout to silence him. "I'm here to teach you a lesson, Phil. Your disregard for others has consequences you can't always see, so your punishment would be something they cannot see" It rasped as it leaned in close, reaching out with its slimy tongue to lick across his cheek, sending a revolted shudder through the smaller canine. A clawed hand raised and pricked against his chest through the thin material of his top, ripping holes in the fabric as if it were maid of wet tissue paper. With a lazy swipe of its hand downwards, it shredded the coyotes clothing with ease, leaving him wearing nothing but the Christmas lights binding him in place. "You're not going to need that tonight" the Krampus cackled menacingly.

Once more it raised its clawed hand and snapped its fingers, at first it seemed like nothing happened. Phil looked around in confusion, expecting hot pokers to impale him or something of the like, but nothing happened. Or so it seemed, slowly he became aware of an uncomfortable tightness about his crotch. As he peered down, he saw a curious shiny silver cage over his sheath and an uncomfortably tight loop about the base of his balls.

The Krampus eyed the nude canine over with a look of hunger that made Phil swallow and cower under his intense gaze. He nodded once and Phil found himself brought to his knees before the large goat, staring eye level with an uncomfortably large looking ebony phallus. "Say aaah, Phil..." it demanded as it snapped its fingers to let the Christmas lights uncoil from around his muzzle; rolling its hips forward to grind its still soft length against his face. When Phil shook his head and kept his lips tightly shut, the Krampus laughed and simply pinched his nose shut until he was forced to gasp for air. As soon as he did, the beast sunk its thickness into his open mouth and hit the back of his throat in one rough thrust.

At least it was kind enough to release his nose so he could breathe; once its large balls were resting against his chin. Phil tried to growl, but with so much swelling flesh occupying his maw and already making it hard to breath as is, the coyote could only give a half-hearted grumble. The Krampus gripped his ears roughly and began to saw his thick cock in and out of the small canine's maw, using him for its pleasure, no needy rush as it seemed to saver every moment of his struggling. Every time Phil felt the tip of its cock touch the back of his throat, so too would the Krampus' heavy musky orbs tap against his chin. The stench was unbearable, making Phil's eyes water, but there was no escaping it. All the while his tongue wrestled and fought with the invader, trying to push the Krampus' cock from his maw in vain.

Just as his jaw was starting to ache from being so stretched for so long, the Krampus suddenly withdrew his cock from Phil's mouth. As he gasped for air, the goat clomped heavily around behind him. As the coyote coughed and wretched, he could feel the beast glaring down at him. Without warning a thick arm caught about his throat in the crook of its elbow as Phil was suddenly hauled up off the floor, the Christmas lights clattering to the floor below and finally freeing his limbs.

When he tried to yell out in surprise, his mouth was invaded by something soft and slimy. Just as something hard and slick sunk under his tail without warning, making the coyote whimper around the Krampus's tongue in his maw. Sharp claws began to scratch at his chest and belly, leaving angry red marks all over his body as he was bounced like a ragdoll up and down on the goat's thick cock. He wanted to cry out, at least shout for help, not caring who saw him in this state, just so long as it stopped. But he couldn't, the Krampus thick tongue overwhelmed his own and filled his maw uncomfortably, almost as if he were sucking on another thick cock again.

"Be a good boy next year Phil, or I'll come back and visit you again..." He heard it say, despite the impossibility of it speaking with its tongue trying to touch his tonsils at that moment. Phil whimpered and squirmed as his tail hole ached from being so stretched and full, feeling his abdomen flare out every time the Krampus hips slapped roughly against his buttocks, seeming like it would never end.

When it did end however, Phil almost wished it hadn't as spurts of scalding hot seed began to fire off deep inside him. Feeling like he was being filled with molten magma, the pain quickly becoming so unbearable that the coyote passed out. The last thing Phil remembered was collapsing onto the attic floor, face first with his rump in the air. The Krampus paused for a moment, before grinning maliciously as he turned and strode a few steps away. When it returned, Phil felt a new thickness being pushed under his tail, but at least this one was cold and almost soothing against the beasts load.

The Krampus snapped his fingers and began to fade from view, admiring his handwork of the misbehaving coyote laying face down and ass up in his own attic, now with his aluminium baseball bat lodged under his tail.

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Colleen awoke early on Christmas morning to find she was alone in bed. With a yawn, she climbed out of bed and slipped into her nightgown and slippers before making her way into their living room. The collie doing a double take when she entered the room to find their Christmas tree was set up with all their lights and ornaments, not only that, but Phil had even managed to get a few presents to place underneath.