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Be Merry and Gay Part 2: Spreading the Christmas Joy Written by: TiranMaster Strolling through the parking lot, several pairs of eyes locked on the trio of enchanted Christmas ho’s, multiple expressions of shock and confusion as their eyes followed them. “Dude, put some clothes on!” a ram said, looking revolted as he had his arm around his girlfriend who was flushing at the sight of their nude forms. “Cool special effects, though I think I’d like less wang,” a bear said, giving Ryan a closer look as the rotund tiger’s belly sloshed, his shirt hiding the liquid that was starting to build into his upper chest. “Is that guy tucking or something?” a girl asked her friend, looking at Felix as he swayed his hips, his null crotch causing several looks of confusion as he giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. “I didn’t know we’d get so much attention,” Bryce said, tapping his chin as his cock throbbed between his legs, hardly seeming to notice the fact as he scratched his hand through his treasure trail. “Do you think there are some other guys into leather around here?” “There’s a spot in line for us! Better get in before it gets too long!” Felix said, happily prancing across the sidewalk to get his place in line, hopping up and down and waving at his friends to beckon them closer. Several others were staring at him in confusion and revulsion, the otter’s bouncy ass showing off his asshole, moist with the juicy cream filling that lubed up his ass. Ryan ran a hand over his belly, sloshing it as he shivered once more, feeling so very full of his own juices, his nipples starting to ache as they started to wet the front of his shirt. “Guys, I think we’re makin’ people uncomfortable,” he murmured, swaying as he felt the heat and warmth from his own juices. “Maybe we should...” “Ryan, we can’t let you go home like that,” Bryce said, walking over and slapping his friend on his back, causing the tiger to teeter forward slightly as his cock throbbed hard. “You’re getting ready to burst, and we know you’re a party tiger. You can’t just get satisfied from two dudes, you need a crowd to enjoy your liquid courage.” Try as he might, Ryan couldn’t argue the fact, he groaned as he imagined a crowd cheering, all of them sipping down his juices. “Damn... you’re right, Bryce. Guess everyone’ll just have to enjoy our sweet bods for the night,” he chuckled, smiling to himself, feeling a bit more socially lubricated as he waved at a few people, barely paying their concerned faces much mind. “Would you like a drink?” he asked a confused looking snake, wrapping his hand under his full balls, "I don't charge for my loads,” he promised, smiling warmly as he hoped the serpent might agree to help him lighten his load a bit. The snake opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. “No... thank you?” he said slowly, trying to piece together how wrong the situation was in his mind. He could smell the sweet musk of all three, a tangy ginger, a refreshing mint, and the potent smell of alcohol. “Did you three... get mutated by a Christmas store or something?” “No, silly,” Felix giggled, leaning up against Bryce’s side, absently sliding a finger up the buck’s cock, “we’re just three friends out for a night of Christmas fun! If you want, any of us will spend some time with you! Looks like you don’t have anyone to keep you company” the otter said, giving him a sweet wink. “Fuuuck,” Ryan moaned, blushing as the front of his shirt grew damp, the eggnog seeping from his heavy nipples. “Sorry, guys, looks like I should’ve brought another shirt.” Bryce just laughed, shaking his head, the bells ringing with every motion. “Bitch, I don’t even know why you wear shirts, you’re always getting your clothes wet.” Ryan looked almost offended by the question, folding his arms over his rotund belly. “It would be rude to just walk around naked, unlike some people,” he said, gesturing to Felix, the otter completely unburdened by clothing. Stringham walked after the three, chuckling to himself as several people equally oggled him, but before they could say a word about him he would shush them. An easy spell, one that wouldn’t disallow them from seeing him as the three did, but one making sure they wouldn’t spill the beans about his presence. “Man, this line is soooo borin,” Felix said, groaning as he threw his head back dramatically and leaned his back against Bryce, “is anyone dtf? I’ve got a hole that could use plenty of cream,” he said loudly, making himself stand out even more than he already did. “Felix, you’re being rude,” Ryan said, though he himself didn’t dislike the idea... maybe he could just give the gingerbread otter a quick fill up, after all, he could certainly empty himself. “How about this, why don’t I fuck you? I need to get rid of some of my juice anyways.” “Oooo, I think everyone wouldn’t mind some alcoholic gingerbread,” Felix giggled, turning around and pulling his thick gummy tail, “go ahead, Ryan. Empty it all into me, I can use it for flavoring,” he said with a wink. Everyone in line was completely agape, uncertain of what to do as the tiger pressed his thick cock up against the gingerbread otter’s ass. “Sorry, I know you like your guys bigger,” Ryan said, blushing as he slid in, easily with the excess cream seeping from his friend’s hole. The otter just giggled, sliding his hips back, allowing his friend to slide in a bit deeper. “Don’t worry, there's plenty of guys with big hogs raring to ride this hole, this is just our little warmup.” Several people turned to start leaving the line, not wanting to be around the pair’s antics, and disgusted by the tall reindeer in a diaper. “Now my friends, don't be spoilsports,” Stringham chuckled, snapping his fingers, “nobody goes home until midnight. After all, it doesn’t count if my ho’s are pounding each other.” Just like that, everyone stepped back into line, unable to leave the line, caught up in the mage’s powerful spell. They all averted their eyes, several trying to back away, but forced to listen as Felix was getting fucked by Ryan. “Fuck, you’re small, but you got some heavy balls, Ryan,” Felix moaned, biting his tasty lips as the tiger’s hands tightened on his hips. While his friends were playing around, Bryce was glancing around, looking for someone more his speed, after all, he was just as bored as the others. Sadly for the deer, there didn’t appear to be anyone his speed, he liked himself real alpha types, other big men like himself. He scratched his nuts, giving a friendly smile to the pair nearby, chuckling as he gestured to the other two. “They can’t help themselves, gotta get the party going somehow, right?” “You’re kidding, right?” one of the two asked, looking past him, watching as the tiger started to gasp, releasing a heavy load of his cream inside of the otter’s heavy ass. “Are you three high? Can’t you tell something is wrong with you?” “No need to be rude,” Bryce said, folding his arms as he frowned at the pair, “we’re just here to enjoy the fun like everyone else. Can’t help that we’re not vanilla bitches,” he said with a sneer. Felix hiccupped as he felt Ryan pull out, the excess eggnog cum dripping on the floor, his ass overflowing as he swayed with the sudden swell of alcohol in his system. “Vanilla? Where’s vanilla? I could do with some vanilla in my mouth,” he giggled, his stomach sloshing slightly with the influx of material. Ryan let out a long moan, his belly having thinned out substantially, his cheeks burning as he turned to the people behind him, staring down at the pool of cum on the ground. “Sorry about that, had to let loose, ya know?” “Excuse me, can you three step out of line?” The sound of heavy footsteps drew their attention as a tall, buff, and pissed off looking police officer strode towards them. Immediately, Bryce’s cock throbbed at the sight of the masculine stallion, his spiraling eyes sliding up and down the powerful frame. “How can we help you, officer...?” the buck asked, standing a little taller as he leaned up against the brick wall. “Walsh,” the horse grunted, looming over Felix and Ryan, about eye level with Bryce. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you three,” he grunted, “but I’m going to have to take you all in for... well, public indecency at the least, and probably more.” He started to look towards Stringham, his mouth opening once more, but with a blast of magic the horse’s eyes glazed over for a second before refocused on his proper targets. “If you come quietly, we can sort things out peacefully.” “I’m sorry, Officer, I tried to tell Felix to put on a jockstrap or something,” Ryan said, flushing as he started to step out of line, completely unaware of the irony of his own state. The otter folded his arms, looking like an impudent child, glaring at the officer as he stomped one of his feet. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m here to party, and I’m not about to go anywhere until I can have my fun!” “Boys, boys,” Bryce said, pulling Ryan back into line, giving them a winning smile as he licked his lips, “I have this, you just need to know how to speak the officer’s language.” With every passing second, Officer Walsh was growing more annoyed, his expression growing sour as Bryce gave him another up and down. “I’m not joking around, the three of you are going to be coming with-” He grunted as Bryce stepped up, his chest bumping up against the stallion’s, the bells on Bryce’s antlers jingling. “Well, Officer Walsh, I have to ask,” Bryce spoke, his voice breathy and deep as he ran a finger down the horse’s thick chest, “have you ever worn proper attire before? I have to say, I like the idea of seeing you in a harness of your own, sucking down some Christmas cheer,” he chuckled, flicking the tip of his erect cock, “if you get my meaning?” Officer Walsh was blown back for a moment by the buck’s sheer audacity, and his apparent blindness to the entire situation. “You... what is the matter... I’m married!” His words fell out one after another, trying to regain his grasp on the situation. “Oh hush,” Bryce said, giving him a handsome winning smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t, handsome.” With that, he drew up the horse’s mouth and gave him a deep kiss, pressing in close, wrapping his meaty arms around Walsh’s back. Walsh’s eyes widened as he was drawn into the kiss, being immediately assaulted by a pepperminty flavor, the buck’s tongue pressing deep into his muzzle. The horse’s first reaction was to push back, but already the Christmas magic was affecting him, his eyes fluttering as a candy cane swirl started to coil out from the center of his eyes. One moment the police officer was resisting, pushing back, trying to pull away... and as the peppermint magic affected him, he let out a throaty moan as his pants started to tent. Underneath his clothing, Officer Walsh’s undergarments changed, his underwear vanishing, a peppermint themed cockring sliding around the thick base of his equine cock. His undershirt shifted and morphed, becoming a white leather harness that wrapped tightly around his buff chest, a white leather that matched the white shirt that it had been. The officer’s service revolver wasn’t unaffected by the magic either, being zapped away and repurposed, the cold metal steel morphing into a thick butt plug that slid deep into the horse’s ass. The horse let out a deep whinny as he felt his ass get filled with the thick metal butt plug, one that he loved, after all he’d used it plenty of times to get off after another failed night with his wife. Breaking off the kiss, Walsh moaned as he slid his tongue around his lips, his tongue stained with a candy cane pattern. “Fuck... you’re so right,” Walsh moaned, his mind reeling under the new changes, memories of himself experimenting with bondage, leather and whips, his secret gay porn under his bed. “Let’s not tell her a thing, fuck, after tonight I don’t think we’ll have to worry about her at all,” the horse chuckled, groping Bryce’s thick ass in one of his hands. “Sounds like a good time to me,” Bryce moaned, watching as Officer Walsh started to rip his shirt open, revealing his buff chest and the leather underneath. “Why don’t we go play cops and robbers behind this place? My friends can hold our place in line, until it’s time for us to go in,” he purred. “I’ll play the cop, you can play my bitch,” Walsh grunted, going in for another kiss, not seeming to notice all of the horrified on looking eyes from the crowd. It was only Ryan and Felix who didn’t seem to have noticed the change, apparently missing the very visual change to the cop. “You two have fun,” Felix said, waving at the pair as they slipped away, watching with interest as the horse slid a finger into Bryce’s ass. “Think he’ll play with me later?” “I think he’ll be too busy with Bryce to have fun with you,” Ryan chuckled, scratching his belly as he glanced around, not noticing Stringham who was very visibly stroking his erection through his diaper. “I hope this line moves soon...” Stringham grinned wide, clapping lightly, very happy to see one of the trio already having helped spread the Christmas magic. “Two more to go,” he said to himself, eying Ryan and Felix, the tiger swaying slightly as he enjoyed his own personal beverage. “Who’ll go next, I wonder? Seems like Ryan still has a bit of fight in him, don’t you think?” he asked, leaning in towards one of the onlookers beside him. “Please let us go,” the dog whimpered, letting out a small whine as he glanced around anxiously. “You’re no fun,” Stringham said, pouting for a moment before his eyes lit up, “Oh! Here we go, I need an assistant while I’m here!” He tapped a finger on the dog’s forehead, and a magical wave rippled over him, a moan escaping the dog’s mouth as he quivered. In moments, the dog’s fur coat became a dazzling snowy white, his clothes vanishing as a thick diaper appeared around his crotch, a dazed expression crossing the dog’s face as one of his eyes became a bright red, and the other a dazzling green. A green wreath collar formed around the dog’s neck as well, his snowy fur glittering as he blinked several times. “I uh... what...?” he asked, swaying, looking confused as he glanced down at himself. “What did you do to me?!” he yelped, looking down at the thick diaper around his crotch. Stringham chuckled, glancing the dog up and down with satisfaction, “I need a good boy who will do anything I say, and you’re looking the part... though, you should be a bit less mindful about it,” he said, tapping his muzzle in confusion, “oh... it looks like I underestimated my little game with the three, it looks like I can’t mentally charm anyone else until my game is done. On the plus side though, you still will obey my commands, you just may not quite fit the mindset as much as I’d like.” “Turn me back!” the dog snapped, looking agitated, getting several sets of eyes on him, including the curious gaze of Felix. “Ooo, that’s a cute doggy, think he’ll take a nibble of my goods?” Felix asked, leaning into Ryan, the tiger letting out a small hiccup as a bubble formed in his stomach. “Let’s get through line before you start picking up guys,” Ryan said with a smirk, “I don’t really feel like getting left alone while everyone else is off fucking.” Felix put on a small pout, but in moments he was already happy again, looking towards the entrance where people were slowly filtering in. “I’m sorry, my cute little assistant, but I cannot do that, why would I rid myself of a cute pooch like you?” Stringham asked, giggling as he gave the dog a pat on the head, “now why don’t you go check on the reindeer and horse back there? I want to know how things are going with them.” Jeremy, for that is who the dog was, was going to tell the reindeer where to shove it, but then he heard a jingling in his head before his tail wagged and he saluted. “Of course, Daddy Stringham, anything for you!” His tail wagged as he bounced out of line and ran around the line, heedless of the eyes on him, ready to do as his Daddy asked of him! He giggled as his diaper crinkled, sounding nice and fun, almost like Christmas snow under his paws! It wasn’t hard to find Walsh and Bryce, the pair certainly weren’t being very private about their affairs, and the deer’s body was pushed up onto the top of a dumpster. Behind him, a leather-bound stud was busy pounding Bryce’s ass, his hands clutched tight onto the peppermint antlers. “I told you I’d make you pay for jaywalking, slut,” Walsh grunted, pounding his cock deep into the minty depths of Bryce’s ass, the sensation making the horse’s grunts all the deeper. “I’ll make sure never to do it again, Officer,” Bryce moaned, his hands cuffed behind his back, his eyes narrowed with pleasure as he felt the long shaft of the law slipping deep into him. Already the magic was affecting the horse even more, his cock becoming a peppermint spiral just like the buck’s, his balls swelling with an increasingly minty load. Both men paused briefly as they noticed a snowy white dog watching them, his tail wagging eagerly, eyes glazed with Christmas joy. “Did you want to join this perp, pup?” Walsh snorted, standing up a bit straighter, pulling his police cap into place as he stood tall, balls deep in the deer. “No thank you, sir! I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were having plenty of Christmas fun!” the dog barked, giggling before prancing away, his diaper glittering with magical Christmas lights. “Weird guy,” Walsh chuckled, and then got back down to dicking the deer, grabbing the back of his harness to pull him tighter against his chest. “Now, why don’t I read you your anal rights?” “Yes please,” Bryce moaned, giggling as he felt the equine dig in deep, “we’d better hurry though, my friends won’t be much longer in line.” By the time Jeremy bounced back, the line had indeed moved forward, Ryan and Felix nearly to the bouncer, and Stringham humming a Christmas jingle to himself. “Daddy Stringham!” the dog said, smiling broadly as he reported back all he’d seen, Stringham nodding happily as he heard the story. Once he finished relaying the story, Jeremy’s eyes seemed to sharpen once more, and his attitude went back to that of his original personality. “What the hell?! What did you do to me? Knock that off!” he snapped, trying to recall what he’d just done, the strangely dopey state he’d been in. “Don’t worry, boy,” Stringham said, giving the dog a loving pet, “by the time the night’s over, you’ll be much happier. My magic should take full effect once the spell is fully woven by our three Christmas ho’s.” Before Felix and Ryan got to the bouncer, Bryce and Walsh came walking back, the pair reeking of a pepperminty kind of musk. Neither man was wearing anything but their leather harnesses, their bobbing erections were twin peppermint candy canes. “Damn, this guy has a sweet ass,” Walsh said, chuckling as he slapped the buck’s ample cheeks, a few drips of candy cane cum slipping out of the deer’s ass. “Why don’t you come into the club with us, handsome?” Bryce asked, grabbing the horse’s thick arm, tugging him towards the line with his friends. “Sorry, some of us are still on shift,” Walsh chuckled, tapping his police badge that he’d strapped to his harness, unaware of the sheer unprofessionalism of his current attire. “Don’t worry though, bells, I’ve got your number in my phone,” he said with a wink, tapping the bell on Bryce’s ass. “After tonight, you’ll bet I’ll be trying that hole again.” Bryce just smirked and nodded, giving the horse a peck on the side of his muzzle before watching Walsh walk away, the horse’s tail swaying enough for the crowd to see the ample metal toy sticking out of his ass. “Damn, I can’t wait to see him again,” Bryce sighed, rubbing his ass tenderly as he turned back to his friends. “Ready to go in, guys?” “Yes!” Felix said, clapping his hands as they stepped towards the bouncer, who looked appropriately appalled by the sight before him. “Hi there, handsome! We’re ready to go in and party!” “You’re kidding, right?” the bear growled, looking from one man to the next, trying to figure out the sheer number of things wrong. “I’m not about to let three freaks like you in.” “Oh c’mon, we’re not that freaky,” Felix said with a wink, “though you should see me after a few sniffs of sugar and cinnamon, I get all kinds of frisky,” he giggled, rubbing his gummy crotch teasingly. The bouncer opened his mouth to say no once more, but froze as he glanced over his shoulder to see Stringham looking at him, the buck’s expression strangely menacing despite the smile. Like the others in the crowd, the bear had seen the strange deer transform the dog. Despite his own numerous objections, the bear had no desire to be turned into some weird freak. “Damn it... fine, go in,” he snapped, gesturing at the door behind him, stepping aside to let the three in. Without another question, the trio waltzed in, leaving behind a potent smell of their combined scents in their wake. “Be a dear and go keep an eye on that otter,” Stringham said to Jeremy, the dog looking very upset about the situation, but unable to do much about it as he was as trapped as the others in line. “Please, just let us go,” Jeremy pleaded, feeling the magic trying to pluck at his mind, but able to resist it. “Those three are in there, just let us get back to our normal lives, none of us want this.” “Well that’s just selfish of you, Jolly,” Stringham said, “you’re trying to take all this Christmas joy away from everyone. You should know better than that, bad boy.” Despite being resistant to the magic of Stringham’s mental changes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit upset as the buck called him a bad boy. “I mean... no... don’t...” he struggled, trying to argue against the buck’s words. “Wait... what did you call me...?” he started to ask, but Stringham was already on a roll once more. “Now, do as your Daddy says, and follow the otter, Jolly. That is a command.” Stringham said, folding his arms across his chest, looking at the dog sternly. Jeremy tried to resist, he had free will... but the magic had its claws in him, and though the rules were strange, he couldn’t disobey a direct command. “Of course, Daddy! I’ll keep my eyes on him!” Jolly said, giving a big smile up at his daddy, tail wagging wildly as he pranced up towards the bouncer. “Pardon me, mister! I gotta go keep an eye on that otter for Daddy!” The bear was about to give a very stern no, but he was stopped as he felt a magical hand pushing him aside with ease. Stringham followed behind his doggy assistant, the pooch prancing off behind the otters while the diapered deer gave the bouncer a big smile. “Don’t worry, big guy, once the fun has gotten started, I’ll make sure to get you a glass of eggnog for all of your hand work.” As the trio entered the club, there was an almost immediate split for the trio, Bryce’s eyes trailing the corners of the room. “Bingo,” the buck said with a grin, “found some big guys for my liking. I’ll be off, see you boys later.” With that, he was striding through the club, earning plenty of shocked looks from the on looking crowd, his cock swaying openly and eagerly. “Just got fucked and he’s already hungry again,” Ryan sighed, shaking his head as he turned to talk to Felix, but the gingerbread otter was already halfway to the dance floor. “Oh jingle bells,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead, “Felix, I’ll be at the bar!” he shouted, hoping his friend would hear him, but unsure if the twinky otter even heard him. With that, he started through the crowd, getting plenty of shocked glances as well though he was unaware of them as he passed through. His balls bounced between his thighs as he moved, his stripes sharp against the milky liquid within himself. Though Ryan was certainly affected by the magic as his cohorts were, he still felt like something was off, he just couldn’t place his paw on it. He figured he would try and stabilize his thoughts at the bar, even as he found himself eying some handsome faces in the crowd. A brazen thought came to his mind, telling him to ask them to have a drink of his eggnog... but he certainly wasn’t that brave... at least not yet. He chuckled to himself absently, patting his already swelling belly. It wouldn’t be long before he was foggy again, and Ryan couldn’t resist when he was full and drunk on his own beverage. The sight of the trio certainly lessened the reaction of Jolly, the dog bouncing through the crowd, wagging his tail happily as he kept an eye on Felix, following the otter into the crowd. Already the twinky otter was swaying his body, looking around eagerly for his first guy to dance with. Somewhere in Jolly’s head, Jeremy was trying to rail against the mental compulsion, to try and tell Felix to resist changing anyone. Sadly, Stringham’s command was potent, and so he was forced to watch from a backseat in his own mind as the otter found his target. The target in question was a tall fox, in the process of dancing with his girlfriend, too busy smiling down at her to notice the sweet smelling otter approaching. “Hey there, handsome, mind me getting a dance with you?” Felix’s voice certainly swayed towards effeminate, but not so much that it wasn’t recognizable as male. His girlfriend looked past the fox, at first growing annoyed at the brazen request, but then confused as she looked at whoever’d interrupted them. “Hey man, thanks for the offer, but as you can see-” Boris started, turning to face the otter, but his words failed him as he looked down at the otter. “W... whoa, what the hell is up with you?” Felix giggled, giving the fox a wink, giving a quick spin as he ran a hand down his sweet coating. “I’m just here to bring some holiday cheer to this place! I love it when people eat me, it really helps me feel like I’m part of the party, you know?” the otter said, plucking a piece of his body off, the bit quickly regenerating magically as he popped it into his mouth and chewed it. “Want a nibble, cutie?” “Boris, let’s get away from this freak,” his girlfriend said, grabbing his arm and starting to tug him away, and the fox fully intended on doing so. The thing was, Felix’s scent drifted into Boris’ nostrils, and for some reason... he desperately wanted to taste the otter’s gingerbread. Feeling like he hadn’t eaten in days, Boris blinked a few times, his cheeks flushing as he patted his belly. “Hey, yeah, I’ll be there... let me just... talk to him,” the fox said absently, tugging his arm away from his girlfriend’s grasp. “Why don’t you... go? I’ll meet up with you.” “You’re kidding me,” she snapped, trying to grab his arm again, but it just resulted with him giving her a dirty look, one that stunned her into silence. “...fine!” she snapped, unsure and worried, but unwilling to stand around the creepy otter anymore. “I’ll be by the bar.” “Yeah,” Boris said, seemingly forgetting about her instantly as he looked at Felix once more, his tongue rolling across his lips, the hunger swelling in his stomach like an angry animal. “I uh... I’m straight,” he said, feeling suddenly like an idiot as he said, “I mean... damn it, I’m not into you, sorry... but...” Felix giggled, stepping closer, his white creamy eyes seeming to stare right through the fox, “but you can’t resist the smell, can you, big guy?” There was a shiver that ran through Boris, he wasn’t interested in the otter, zero... well, aside from trying just a nibble. He knew that it couldn’t hurt, he could have a bite, and then he’d leave. “I... yeah, sorry, can I try a bite?” It was an insane question, rationally it made no sense to have a bite out of another living person... but fuck, he was so hungry, and the otter smelled so good. “Of course, handsome,” Felix said, plucking another piece of gingerbread, this time from his plump ass as it held it out to Boris. “But you have to let me feed it to you~” A race of thoughts ran through Boris’ head, the fox shouldn’t eat it, especially considering it had just come from the otter’s butt! What was happening was clearly not normal, he could see other people staring at them in confusion and revulsion in equal turn. His stomach screamed at him though, and that was drowning out all rational thoughts. So against his better will, Boris opened his mouth and leaned down, allowing Felix to place the surprisingly soft and plush piece of gingerbread in between his lips. The moment the sweet cookie touched his tongue, Boris knew he’d made a mistake, something was desperately wrong. The flavor that struck the fox was divine, an extremely spicy and potent blend of gingerbread, it tasted better than anything he’d ever tried. He chewed the piece and swallowed it down, a moan escaping his mouth as it slid down his throat. “Holy shit... that was...” He found himself wanting more... no, NEEDING more, he licked his lips in the hopes that he could taste any remains. “Please... more, another bite,” he pleaded, Boris feeling like he would die if he didn’t get more. “Of course, handsome, but that one was free. You need to take a real bite if you want to have some more,” Felix offered, holding an arm out, such a wild sight for everyone else, but Boris couldn’t resist. To people’s shock and horror, he took a bite out of Felix’s arm, the otter moaning in pleasure as he did so. As the fox ate a large chunk of the otter, he threw his head back and let out a deep throaty moan, his cock swelling in his pants at the pleasure coursing through his body. “Oh my god...” he moaned, his mouth full of the otter’s delicious body. Felix shivered, stroking his crotch, his eyes fluttering as his body regenerated itself once more, no pain for him, it was divine pleasure. “Was that good for you, handsome?” he asked, running a hand down the side of Boris’ face. Boris shuddered as he swallowed down the food in his mouth, feeling... something was changing, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew something was happening to him. The part that frightened him was that he didn’t care all that much, he was rock-hard as the delectable taste spread through his mouth. “God, it’s so good, what... how are you this good?” He looked at the otter with desperate eyes, feeling hungry still, despite having taken an ample bite. “You think that’s good, love?” Felix asked, giggling as he pulled his tail up towards Boris’ face, the licorice gleaming under the dance floor lights. “Take a bite of this.” The fox knew he should stop, something was very wrong, but he couldn’t control himself anymore, the hunger was burning in his body. He took a healthy bite out of the otter’s tail, and the bitter delicious sweet taste of Felix’s licorice tail caused him to rock back as his knees buckled. Boris orgasmed in his pants, but it wasn’t his normal cum, instead it was a hot sticky load of gummy jism. The fox shuddered several times, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed down the bite of the tail. “Good god... yes... please more...” he whimpered, his body shaking every inch of himself growing hotter as changes were happening underneath his clothing. “Well while you’re down there...” Felix purred, grabbing the back of Boris’ head, “why don’t you chew on my gummy flavor? I heard that’s the best part,” he giggled. There was no convincing necessary, despite the fox’s rational mind railing at the idea of chewing on another man’s crotch, Boris was lost in the magic. He leaned forward and started to gobble up the delicious otter’s gummy crotch, wrapping his arms around the otter’s thighs to help himself grow closer. The fox groaned deep in his chest, shoving his muzzle deep into the gooey substance, unable to believe the gumdrop flavor on his tongue. Beneath Boris’ pants, he continued to shoot orgasm after orgasm, the orange colored cum shooting out of him only serving to build up as it stuck to the very cock shooting it out. The fox groaned, humping forward, the warmth around his crotch enticing. With every orgasm, the orange was building up, becoming a thick glossy coating on his own shaft. The fox shuddered with another orgasm, not realizing that it wouldn’t be too long before he had a null crotch of his own, his cock sealed beneath layers of delicious orange gummy candy. There were shouts, some of revulsion, some concern, people tried to pull Boris from Felix’s crotch, but only ended up burning their hands on his hot body. Though Boris himself was not aware of it, he was baking hot, his body starting to crumble and caramelize, becoming cookie-like much like Felix’s own. Instead of a gingerbread body though, the fox’s body took on a chocolate chip like form, his clothes literally burning off as he was cooking. Part of Boris thought back to the girl he’d come with... but such thoughts were fleeting, as he continued to fill his maw with the delicious treat, he could think of nothing better than eating the sweet man before him, and perhaps getting someone else to take a bite out of him. Boris’ tail wagged excitedly as he continued to eat Felix’s crotch, the sweet candy constantly refilling, the fox’s hunger seemingly insatiable. Starting from the base of his tail, Boris’ tail transformed into a brilliant red piece of licorice, a sweet fruity smell wafting off of it. Felix was completely rigid in pleasure, his head pointed skyward, his mouth agape with absolute pleasure as he felt the fox buried deep in his null crotch. The fox reached down to stroke himself, his body blazing with heat and lust, but as it slid over his own gummy orange crotch, he spasmed at the pleasure of touching his bulge. It seemed like an eternity for the pair, the fox hungrily chewing, and the otter stuck in bliss. Finally, after several minutes, Boris’ body finished baking, steam rolling off of him as he leaned back, licking his creamy white lips, his eyes opening to reveal creamy eyes just like his creator. “You’re absolutely delicious,” he moaned, his tail wagging from side to side. Felix came down from his own orgasmic high, giggling as he looked down, patting the cookie fox on his head as he admired the handsome creature. “You’ve got a wonderful mouth yourself, handsome,” he giggled, leaning down and kissing Boris, the fox not resisting in the least as they tasted each other’s flavors. The dance floor had cleared significantly, a large circle around the pair as Boris’ transformation finished, the crispy fox climbing to his feet as he wagged his large juicy tail. “Why don’t we see if anyone else is interested in having a snack,” Felix offered, holding out an arm to the fox. Stroking himself again, Boris moaned before interlocking arms, their warm bodies still steaming as they started towards the crowd with hungry expressions. Many people were frightened and wanted to create space... but already the tasty scent caught a few nostrils, stomachs starting to grow painfully hungry as they watched the pair with glazed eyes. “Want a bite?” the pair asked, showing off their ample baked asses, ready for someone to take a bite. Jolly clapped happily as he saw the transformation finalize, the scent of baked goods fresh in the air as he bounced away to inform Stringham of the second change. The white dog bounced through the crowd with ease, his mind dancing with happy news, though within there was a smaller voice that was terrified of what would happen when the third ho gave into his temptations. Already Jolly could feel himself growing bigger, more real, soon he would be a happy diapered doggy for the rest of his days, and serve Daddy faithfully! Stringham was busy sipping down peppermint schnapps, something that wasn’t carried by the bar, but he’d managed to procure one anyways. He smirked as he saw Jolly bounding towards him, the front of the dog’s diaper tented with excitement. “How did it go, boy? I can smell a delectable scent on the air already.” “He gave in, Daddy! We now have a cute fox and an otter serving themselves up as snacks!” Jolly said, giving the deer a big grin before the expression reverted once more, his high and lilting voice dropping back into Jeremy’s normal tone. “Cut this out, please! None of us want this, we just want to be normal!” “There’s no normal here, bub,” a voice answered from nearby, an annoyed looking girl sitting on a stool nearby, sipping on her drink with a bitter expression. “Where the hell is Boris?” she grunted, glancing over her shoulder, but just seeing a wall of people. “If it’s who I think it is...” Jeremy said, rubbing his eyes out of exasperation, “he’s probably serving himself up nice and hot for others to snack on.” He just received an odd glance in return, but Stringham started speaking before either could get sidetracked. “Two have given up, the magic is picking up,” Stringham said, smirking as he glanced down the bar, towards where a tiger was perched on a bar stool. “This game won’t end until either the stroke of midnight, or Ryan succumbs to his magical urges. It’s out of my hands, puppy,” he said, giving Jeremy a wink, “why don’t you take a seat? We’ll see how the night turns out,” he said, glancing towards a clock up on the wall. “Three hours to go. Let us see how strong the tiger’s will is.” Rather than take a seat, Jeremy instead turned and started walking away from Stringham, the buck not bothering to stop him as he merely took a sip from his cup. “Are you some kind of diaper freak?” the woman nearby asked, clearly stuck in her own drink, slightly swaying as she sipped once more from her cup. “Something like that,” Stringham chuckled, “don’t worry though, I know what kind of story I’m in, and this one isn’t for those folks,” he said, giving a smile and a wink. “What?” she asked. “Nevermind,” he said, letting out a chuckle before turning his gaze to the pair down the bar, Jeremy drawing up next to Ryan. “Let’s enjoy the show, why don’t we?” Ryan was busy swishing around a cup, this one full of water, hoping to try and clear his head somewhat. “Excuse me,” a voice from behind called out, causing the tiger to glance around, the eggnog within his body sloshing with the movement. Standing before him was a snowy white dog, his fur glittering under the lights of the bar, his eyes rather entrancing with their color. “Oh, hi there,” Ryan said, sipping the water, glancing down to notice the diaper around the dog’s crotch before glancing back up. “Can I help you?” “Yes, you can,” the dog said, his expression one full of concern, “I need you to do nothing until midnight. Please, don’t kiss anyone, don’t have sex with anyone, just wait until midnight, please,” he said, putting his hands together in a begging motion. “Uh...” Ryan said, his cheeks flushing somewhat, “Why? I mean, what’s that to you?” “We’re under a spell,” the dog said, “you and I both, though you’re much more than me. You and all of your friends in fact, a mage has you under a spell, and you just need to not do anything until midnight, and then the spell will be gone!” There was silence as Ryan absorbed the words, though found himself not quite able to believe the snowy white dog, despite his own obvious strangeness. “Right...” Ryan said, taking a slow sip of his water, though as it slid down his throat, it turned into pure alcohol, speeding up his swelling body just a little bit. “Thanks for the suggestion but... can you leave me alone?” The dog looked hurt, he stepped closer, trying to grab Ryan by the arm. “Please, just listen to me! You can’t see him, but he’s just down at the end of the bar! You have to resist, please, just don’t do anything!” “Jolly, come back and take a seat, and be quiet.” The words were spoken softly, but Jeremy’s ears twitched as he could hear them easily. “Please, don’t-” he started once more, trying to resist the pull, wanting to remind Ryan of what was happening. “Jolly, heel.” This time, Jeremy’s eyes glazed over as Jolly took over, his eyes glazing over as he smiled broadly. “Sorry for bothering you, sir!” he said, giving the cat a lick on the cheek before bounding down the bar, plopping onto a barstool next to Stringham. Ryan slowly shook his head, uncertain of what happened, but the words did carry a strange kind of sense. He was trying his best to recall what was happening, and with the dog’s words, things did make a little more sense than they had been before. He could recall Felix and Bryce vaguely, but they were different, less colorful. He screwed up his face, trying to focus, trying to recall what else he could remember... but he could feel the warmth in his belly, his body slowly swelling with more liquid, his head growing warmer as the alcohol content within him grew. “Gotta just... take it easy,” he murmured to himself, scratching his nuts, already having swelled a bit since sitting down. Though he wasn’t sure if what the dog was saying was fully true, Ryan figured that it couldn’t hurt to do nothing, right? Just for a few hours anyways, he’d be fine... though the tiger could feel himself slowly growing with every passing minute, the eggnog continuing to form in his body drip by drip. Glancing at the clock, Ryan frowned as he noticed the numbers on the clock’s face slightly danced, he was sure they’d been still just a while earlier. “Damn...” he mumbled, shaking his head, downing the rest of his water before pushing it forward. “Can I get a refill on my water?” Stringham chuckled, knowing very well that the water wouldn’t help in the least, reaching over and petting Jolly on the head. He could feel the resistance in the dog, though it was much less than it had been before, with Felix’s magic joining Bryce’s, the magic in the air was thickening. It was only a matter of time, the tiger’s own drink would affect him as much as it would others, and he would love to see the first person to take a sip of the tiger’s personal beverage. “Just a while longer, Jolly, and you and I can have all the fun we want.” “Yay!” Jolly barked, his tail wagging, his diaper tented with his erection as he looked up at the buck with adoration. “Can we get my brothers too? They’d love to play!” “Oh yes, I would be only too happy to meet your brothers, I think you would make for a wonderful pack of snow dogs.” Stringham chuckled, his own erection growing harder at the thought of incestuous dogs all horny to obey him. “Let’s wait, and see how long it takes.” The bartender was a bit older, maybe in his forties, he looked tired to Ryan as he poured the tiger another water. “I gotta ask, what’s going on with you?” the orca asked, his massive frame leaning on the counter as he pushed the water across the bar. “Me? Nothing,” Ryan said, shrugging as he sipped down the water, looking up at the orca and feeling his cock perk up. The orca had a few years on him, but he was big, had a sizable stomach, his hips looked nice and grabbable. The tiger shivered as he imagined the large belly swelling with alcohol, bubbly, his cock dripping a drinkable brew. “Thank you for the water,” he mumbled, taking a large gulp, his belly swaying ever so slightly as the liquid added to the swelling stomach. “You don’t get to blow me off that easily, you’re walkin’ around like Winnie the Pooh, and not to mention your body seems to be putting on water weight... or is that eggnog weight?” the orca chuckled, his expression serious, though his words carried some humor. “Something to do with that guy at the end of the bar?” he asked, gesturing towards an empty chair. Ryan looked towards where the orca pointed, that strange white dog from earlier sitting on the stool next to it, sipping down what looked to be milk. “Did that dog tell you to play a prank on me?” he asked, folding his arms, his weight shifting on the chair as his balls grew bigger. Despite trying to keep himself somewhat clear headed, the tiger found himself enjoying the extra weight on his nuts, his breathes growing a little heavier as he imagined dumping a big orgasm into a large cup and serving it up to the sexy beast before him. “Nope,” the orca said, grabbing a glass and started cleaning it, “but something’s weird going on in here tonight, I can smell it... literally.” With a lazy gesture, the orca pointed towards the dance floor, where they could see someone in the process of deep throating the sweet tasty tail of a groaning fox. “Gotta say, don’t see this every day, and I feel like you’re caught up in it.” Once again trying to focus through his growing haze, Ryan rubbed his head, getting an image of a tiger in his mind for a moment. This tiger was fit, with orange fur, black stripes, and relatively tall. Glancing down at himself, Ryan could briefly paint the image across himself, but it was fleeting. He’d not even noticed himself growing a little shorter, his stomach paunchier, his nipples growing a bit raw as they scraped against his shirt. “That dog said the same thing but... I can’t quite place it, I don’t know,” he admitted, rubbing his head. “He said I shouldn’t do anything until midnight, so I guess... it can’t hurt to do nothing, right?” “Right,” the orca agreed, plucking the already empty water glass and refilling it once more, unaware that he wasn’t helping in the least. “You say plopped there, milky cat, I’ll keep an eye on you. Maybe everything will be clearer once midnight hits.” Ryan nodded, sipping at the water once more, a lazy smile forming on his muzzle as he leaned on the bar top, planning to stay there until midnight. His belly let out a gurgle, not unlike that of a water cooler, his balls swaying beneath him as he sat there. Around the club, more magical shenanigans was happening, men eating a pair of cookie men, starting their own transformations in turn. At the edges of the bar, where the burly men sat, the magic of a certain buck started to flow. Men who’d come in, straight as boards, started to change in their own ways. Clothing altering to become leather gear, their lips colored like candy canes, their eyes becoming peppermint swirls as Bryce made his own rounds. One hour passed, Ryan swayed on his chair, feeling his body growing heavier, his nipples and cock feeling much heavier. “You’re shuper nice, mister bartender,” he murmured, giggling as he leaned on the bar, staring up at the dizzy outline of the orca. “Did I mention I like older guys?” he asked, drawing a line on the counter, nearly knocking over his glass of water. “I think you should stop drinking,” the bartender said, pulling the water away, realizing hat something was going on with the tiger. “Whatever’s happening to you, it looks like the more you drink, the more you fill up.” “Cutting me off of water?” Ryan giggled, “think I’m a lightweight, handshom?” he slurred, groaning as his cock dripped a few times on the floor, the milky juice pooling underneath his chair. “Don’t worry, after midnight, I’ll fill that ass of yours up with my juice!” he giggled, throwing his head back, nearly throwing himself off. Dane, the orca, looked a bit uncomfortable, but felt it was his duty as a bartender to take care of the tiger. He glanced at the clock behind himself, “two hours,” he murmured, nearly in tandem with Stringham, though he didn’t notice that. “Maybe some food will help,” he posited, grabbing a bowl of crackers out from underneath the bar and sliding them towards Ryan. “Eat a few of these, maybe you’ll sober up a bit.” “Oooo, salty,” Ryan giggled, leaning forward and plucking one out dramatically, throwing it into his open muzzle and chomping on it. “Think my juice will get a salty kick?” he asked, reaching down and absently stroking his thick hose. “You said you wanted to stay strong,” Dane said, his expressions serious as he held Ryan’s gaze, the tiger’s eyes droopy. “You have two hours, stick it out, tiger.” Despite his own intoxication, Ryan straightened up and tried to focus, bringing Dane somewhat into focus as he slowly nodded. “Right... yeah... but why?” he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, “I don’t remember why I wash doing that?” “I’m not sure myself,” Dane said slowly, glancing out to the chaos that was unfolding around the bar, and then to the buck at the end who gave him a happy wave. “But I think you’re the last hope before things go fully off the wall.” “Okay,” Ryan said, leaning down on his arms, letting out a small burp as the cracker dissolved in his belly. “I’m shleepy...” he mumbled, and it wasn’t long before he fell asleep, letting out cute little snoring noises. Despite his usual rule about people sleeping in the bar, Dane decided that he would let this one slide, but he couldn’t just allow the tiger to sleep there. So with a lot of effort, and more than a little swearing, the orca managed to drag Ryan back behind his bar into the backroom. He eyed the leaking eggnog with disgust, but decided that he would just clean it up later. Thankfully they had a cot in the back, just in case one was needed for employees. The orca laid the tiger on the cot, the metal creaking under the tiger’s weight, but holding up. “This better be worth it,” Dane grunted, folding his arms and shaking his head before walking over to a sink and washing his hands. “Daddy, the kitty’s sleeping!” Jolly said, letting out a small whine, pressing into Stringham’s muscled side. “We only have two hours left!” Stringham was a little concerned himself, but he had no intention of ruining the game, so he just let out a small sigh and patted Jolly’s head. “We’ll see what the night brings, boy, who knows...” He gave Dane a once over, admiring the orca’s wide frame, “maybe we’ll still win.” A full hour passed, Dane watched as the bar continued to swell into increasing chaos. There were a multitude of bulky candy cane men pounding each other around the bar, wearing nothing but leather harness, jockstraps, and even assless chaps. The dance floor was a simmering bakery, filled to the brim with sweet tasting null figures, dancing their juicy tails off, eating one another like they were starving. Dane glanced at the clock, his fingers tapping nervously on the bar top. Thankfully no one had tried to do anything to him, only stopping by for some remarkably sweet drinks, and a few grabbing hard bourbon. To say the night had become holiday mayhem was an understatement. For much of the past hour, the female guests of the bar had been hunted down by many of the cookie based lifeforms. Once they devoured the food, they took on similar appearances to their masculine cohorts. Breasts slimmed down, crotches were coated with thick gummy deliciousness, and they too were affected by the Christmas magic. The party was roaring, and even Boris’ partner had gotten in on the fun, offering Dane a few snacks of his own, but the orca politely but firmly refused any. In the back, Ryan rolled off the cot, groaning as his cock let out a heavy pool of his cream, the world spinning as he stood up swaying. “Fuuuuck...” he moaned, his balls feeling heavy as beachballs, his nipples leaking heavily enough that the front of his shirt was damp. The tiger needed to get release, he desperately needed it, and he was so fucking horny. Reaching up, he tweaked a nipple, causing himself to trip as the sensitive flesh dripped with drink. But he couldn’t bring himself to release much, he needed someone to chew on his nipple, release the pent up flow. “You’re awake,” a deep voice said, Dane pushing his way back into the room, carrying an half empty ice bucket. “How are you feeling?” he asked, keeping a wary distance, noting the tiger’s bulging exterior. “I wanna fuck,” Ryan moaned, reaching up and tucking under his sagging nipples, “do you wanna shuck my nipples?” he asked, hoping the orca would indulge him. “Sorry, but we’ve already made a deal that you wouldn’t do anything until midnight,” Dane said, his massive frame looming over Ryan’s smaller body. “Why don’t you lay back down and sleep for another hour? I think you’ll feel better then.” “I don’t wanna,” Ryan groaned, his body leaning against a nearby wall, his cock dribbling a steady stream of eggnog flavored pre. “I wanna fuck,” he grunted, the world spinning in a alcoholic haze. The tiger was so fucked up he was fairly certain he couldn’t take any steps, but he hoped that the orca might draw more near so he could get his moves on. Dane just shook his head, knowing the signs of someone too far gone in their drinks. “Lay down, you’ll feel better in an hour.” With that, he walked past Ryan, the tiger trying ineffectually to grab for him, but only managed to make himself dizzy as his belly bounced with the heavy load of alcohol. The orca hoped that the hour would pass by fast, he was already dreading the amount of cleaning it would take to fix all of the magic nonsense that had infested the bar. He knew he would be giving the owner a very hard time, and would push for a raise... no, after seeing so many cocks in such a short time, he would get a raise and a bonus. The tiger sloshed his way back to the cot, sitting heavily, his balls painfully large as he sat there, unable to do much more than sway. Ryan’s thoughts were infected with sex, getting milked, and shoving his cock between that orca’s fat ass. He just wasn’t sure he could stand up anymore, and so he let out a drunken groan as he prepared to lay back down. “Before you lay down,” a deep voice whispered in his ear, “Mind if I get a fill up?” When the tiger opened his eyes, he didn’t see anyone, just the world spinning around him as he let out a groan. His shirt slipped up, and a pair of fingers slipped around his fat nipple. “Oh god... yesh...” he whimpered, letting out a long orgasmic moan as he felt the fingers push and thick creamy eggnog poured into the cup. “Thank you,” the voice purred, rubbing Ryan’s rotund belly before walking away, leaving the tiger to lay there, his cock fully hard from the surprise pleasure of getting milked. Dane was bussing his bar, watching the club with a wary eye, being careful not to get too close to any of the magically changed individuals around the place. “You win,” a voice spoke, and the orca turned to see the buck strolling down the bar with a sigh. “It looks like this game is over,” he grunted, setting a glass on the bar. “Want to share a drink with me before the night’s up?” Stringham grunted, his jingling bells ringing as the glass of dark brown bourbon sat there, right next to a twin that appeared seconds later. “You’re kidding,” the orca grunted, folding his arms once more as he loomed over Stringham, dwarfing the mage as he looked at the buck skeptically. “With all the crazy shit that’s happened tonight, you think I’m just going to accept a drink from you?” The mage chuckled, shaking his head before waving the glasses away, “fine, then why don’t you serve us up a glass? That whiskey up there looks good.” Following the mage’s pointing finger, he saw that it was a dusty bottle of an aged whiskey, one that was rarely touched as it cost so much. “You even got cash on you, diaper boy?” he grunted, but when he turned, he found two hundred dollar bills sitting on the counter ready for him. “Traveling the multi-verse, the bills usually stay the same, though sometimes the color changes. Yours is still green, right?” Stringham asked, poking the dollar bills. Dane eyed the money, giving them a once over, not bothering to touch them as he had no desire to get tricked by such a ploy. “Sure, why the hell not?” he sighed, shrugging before grabbing the glass, the dust nearly causing him to sneeze as he poured two healthy cups of bourbon. Slapping them down on the counter, Dane picked his glass up, taking a deep whiff of it, the spicy scent of whiskey burning his nostrils. “Here’s to your loss, diaper deer,” he said, giving Stringham a mocking salute before downing the beverage. The moment the liquid ran down Dane’s throat, he knew he’d messed up, the texture was all wrong, the flavor was nothing like any bourbon he’d ever tasted before. The orca coughed, his entire body wracking, trying to expel the beverage. He couldn’t though, his mouth wouldn’t let him, after all, the eggnog was absolutely delicious and spicy. “No!” he hacked, the frothing liquid as warm as if it had come directly out of Ryan’s very own cock. “Oh, whoops,” Stringham said, the bottle appearing in his hand, dust falling from it. “Looks like I pointed to the wrong bottle,” the mage said with a mocking smile, removing the label on the front of the bottle to reveal a shining new label. Ryan’s very own Eggnog, 2025 Vintage. “Looks like you took a sip of Ryan’s juice, but don’t worry, I’ve heard there’s more in the back.” The liquid within the bottle had changed from the deep brown to a luxurious creamy white, the bottle even steaming slightly in Stringham’s hand. “No! Damn it, no!” Dane growled, slapping his hand down, his mouth watering as the flavor burned down the back of his throat. “I’ll be a good sport,” Stringham purred, leaning on the bar, pointing to the clock. “You have ten minutes left, if you can resist drinking directly from Ryan’s body, then everything will be fair.” He chuckled as his bells rang, the orca feeling a growing desire swelling inside of him, his balls feeling strangely heavy already. “But I think we both know, you can’t resist, can you, handsome?” Dane’s hands clutched so tightly on his glass he nearly broke it, but let out a shuddering breath before he threw back the rest of the cup. The orca couldn’t bring himself to waste it, and it wasn’t like he was drinking it from the tiger’s meaty shaft. The flavor was unbelievable, an eggnog like no other, the creaminess, the froth that tickled his lips, and the spice that set the orca’s whole mouth ablaze. His cock swelled hard in his pants, his nipples suddenly feeling very tender, the orca slammed his glass down. “You won’t win,” he snarled, feeling the warm bubbling up in his belly. Stringham reached over the counter and pinched one of the orca’s nipples, causing Dane to nearly collapse at the unexpected pleasure it brought. “I always win my games, big guy,” the buck purred, “you’re only a few feet away from the source of this delicious beverage. Are you really telling me you’re going to give up the chance to drink from the source?” Though minutes earlier Dane never would’ve even contemplated giving another man a blowjob, at that moment, he would do anything to milk Ryan’s thick throbbing shaft. “No!” he roared, slamming his fists against the floor. His cock was so damn hard, his mouth was feeling drier by the second, not filled with the delicious and alcoholic eggnog. Though he’d certainly drunk more than that before getting drunk in the past, the orca was already feeling warm and a bit tipsy, his head swaying with the potent beverage. “I’m not going to give in!” The minutes ticked by, Dane just had to wait ten minutes, he could do that. He glanced up at the clock, no, it was eight minutes that would be easy. He heard the sound of something shuffling, no, the sound of liquid splashing around. To his horror, he watched as the door to the back slowly swung open, Ryan wobbling his way out. “Gotta... let loosh,” the tiger hiccupped, his cock and balls huge, ready to release their tantalizing load. Seeing the massive throbbing shaft, Dane’s mind grew blank for a moment, he just needed a sip... he could just lay under that massive cock, and squish it out like an udder. “No... you gotta... you gotta go back,” he pleaded, though the words were weak, his mind was infected, his balls swelling slowly with an alcoholic beverage of his own making. Seeing Dane laying there, Ryan’s eyes widened somewhat as he smiled in a drunken haze. “There you are, handhsome,” he mumbled, starting to sway towards the orca. “Do you wanna help me get off?” he asked, prodding at his unbelievably thick cock. Yes, said Dane’s dick. “No!” his mouth pleaded, he slowly climbed up onto his knees, but the room was already spinning as he managed to get up that high. He could see the clock, seven minutes, it was easy, he just needed to resist. “Come oooon,” Ryan moaned, taking steps closer and closer, Dane’s senses becoming increasingly aware of the heady smell of eggnog. “I just need you to help me release some preshure.” He slips his shirt up, revealing the thickness of his nipples, and Dane watched as a bead of juice slid from one of them. “Or you could drink from the moob,” he giggled, amused by his own words, completely lost in his own juice. “Will it hurt that much to try?” Stringham asked, leaning over the counter, peering down at the needy expression on the orca’s face. “What could it hurt?” The world will be changed forever! The thought sprung into Dane’s head, he knew it to be true, and he was frightened that it didn’t scare him as much as it did. Peering over the counter was another face, that of the snowy dog. “Please, resist,” he said, his eyes pleading for a moment before they started to gleam again with Christmas joy. “Go on, give it a suck! I can’t wait to show my brothers how great it is to belong to Daddy!” Ryan was suddenly so close, his body putting off a cologne of his spicy eggnog flavor, his cock so warm and so close. “Go on, have ash much as you want,” he offered with a smile. Dane tried to look past the tiger, hoping to see the clock, but Ryan was no longer transparent in the least. He was filled with the brim with eggnog, his body swollen, his eyes hazy with need. The orca just needed to resist... he slid the heavy hose into his hands, the hard flesh throbbing at his touch. Dane would just tell the tiger to stop, he wasn’t interested! He barely had to lift the cock at all, after all, Ryan was rockhard, and it practically flew in front of his salivating mouth. He would open his mouth to tell them all off, he wasn’t going to give in, they would win. He slid his large mouth around the tiger’s huge erection, and drew on it until the dam burst. Thick frothy eggnog gushed down Dane’s throat, the orca moaning as he was filled by what felt like gallons of alcohol. Ryan wailed in pleasure, throwing his head back, groaning as he started to empty his load into the bartender’s waiting mouth. The orca continued to swallow, his throat bulging and swallowing each wave. It was like one continuous orgasm for Ryan, the tiger’s mind blank with pleasure, his eyes rolled back while his hips rolled forward. Stringham’s eyes flashed with victory as Jeremy let out a yelp, his hands going to his head, his eyes closing tight as he let out a long whine. The magic in the air exploded with Christmas power, Jeremy shuddering several times before letting out a long groan, his balls releasing a refreshing orgasm as his eyes sparkled with new magic. Jolly the Christmas dog wagged his tail as the voice at the back of his head joined him in cheer, now they properly belonged to Daddy! To make it official, a new nametag formed on his wreath collar, Jolly hanging there in colorful green and red. “You won, Daddy!” he cheered, clapping his hands, his tail wagging as he hugged Stringham’s strong arm. “As I always do,” Stringham purred, his eyes narrowing in pleasure as he watched the change for himself. The orca’s pants fell away, revealing his body starting to change, the bartender’s flesh growing transparent as a new liquid started to gather at the base of his feet and starting to fill quickly with every swallow of Ryan’s juice. Unlike Ryan’s creamy white liquid, Dane’s was a bright cherry red liquor, a smooth liquid that poured down his transforming body. His already wide hips seemed to swell even more so, to allow more liquid to gather, even as his cock and balls grew hard and large. “Looks like we’ll be having some different varieties to drink, what do you have to offer, my handsome bartender?” For a moment, Dane was able to release his mouth from Ryan’s cock, the meat already having substantially shrunk after so much had been released. Smacking his lips, the orca groaned as he rubbed his belly, swelling up with new liquid. “I have a tasty cherry liquor, with a hint of cinnamon,” he purred, stroking his shaft as he looked up at Ryan. “Though before I can start serving up, I have to finish off my friend here, he’s been begging for it all night.” Ryan moaned as he glanced down, a happy smile on his muzzle as he reached down and stroked the side of the orca’s face, watching as it grew transparent as well. “Do you guys need a new bartender?” he asked, already feeling much less drunk than he had been before. Though even more clearheaded, he no longer saw any problem with the situation, after all, who wouldn’t want to be filled with their creamy loads? “I think we can find a spot,” Dane growled, leaning up and latching onto one of Ryan’s nipples, taking deep gulps from there as well. The tiger growled in pleasure, his entire body spasming as his stomach continued to slim down while the orca’s own continued to grow. With his bigger frame, it was clear that the orca could carry more, but even so he was making quick progress on his first fill up. Stringham turned around, admiring the magic, watching as snowflakes started to flutter down from the roof. It wouldn’t be long, as Christmas Eve passed into the proper holiday, the mage’s magic would start to spill out into the world. The party would spill out into the streets, corrupting the residents of the street, the city, and maybe even new forms of magic would appear as they went into the New Year. He leaned down and nuzzled the side of Jolly’s face, the dog barking happily as he licked his Daddy’s face, both of them rigid with pleasure. “Merry Christmas, Jolly. Why don’t we go and get introduced to your family?” “Yes, Daddy!” the dog barked, clapping his hands as they stood up and started towards the door, weaving through the magically transformed denizens of the crowd. “Merry Christmas to all!” Jolly howled, and he giggled as the room cheered back. “And to all, a good fuck!” they all roared, laughing and playing, enjoying their new bodies as it became an all-out orgy of Christmas magic.