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Yeah, Christmas is long since over and done with, but this (very) short story is based on an idea supplied by a friend, and although it led to a couple of pictures of Al in a Santa costume and Bucky in an elf costume (including a very adult one), I never did anything like it in story format. I was randomly thinking about it today, though, and decided to sit down and write it out.

Bucky O'Hare and Al Negator are copyright 1992 Sunbow Entertainment.

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Al Negator grumbled in annoyance at the little girl on his lap. The large purple alligator was dressed in a loose fitting Santa Claus costume and sitting on a large, ornate throne in a room called "Santa's Workshop" in some mall somewhere. At the moment the girl was prattling on about her Christmas list, which naturally included the requisite pony.

Al wasn't very much in the Christmas spirit. He never had been. Being a mercenary, he was more about taking than giving. But somehow Bucky O'Hare had convinced him to do this. Al couldn't fathom why, though, since he wasn't the least bit fat or jolly, and indeed he seemed to scare the kids rather than delight them. He was grateful when break time finally came, although the kids groaned in disappointment. They were ushered out of the "workshop" by various hares dressed as elves, including Bucky himself. This was really the one thing that kept Al involved in the proceedings; Bucky's ass looked mighty fine in the red tights he was wearing!

Once all of the kids were gone, Bucky told the other "elves" they could go on break, and, muttering, they filed out, shutting the door behind them. Al and Bucky were left alone. Turning, Bucky noticed Al's scowl.

"What's wrong, Al?" he asked, walking over. "Not in the Christmas spirit...?"

"Of course not," Al snapped. "This whole thing is just plain stupid. I don't know how I let you talk me into this. I don't even look like Santa."

Bucky went and got a plate with chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of milk, which he then brought to Al. Al frowned and grudgingly accepted them. He shoveled the cookies into his mouth, gobbling them up greedily, then took a few long gulps from the milk glass. Observing this, Bucky suddenly got an idea.

"Hey, I've got it!" he said, snapping his fingers.

"Got what?" Al said.

"How to make you look more like Santa," Bucky replied. "I think all you need is that big belly that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly when you laugh."

Al glowered, but then thought a little bit about it. Maybe Bucky was right. Maybe he did need to gain a little weight for the role. Finally he nodded.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked tentatively.

"Wait right here!" Bucky said, a little too excited.

With that the green hare turned and zipped off, leaving Al sitting there. A few moments later, Bucky returned, wheeling an enormous cart atop which sat five plates piled with different kinds of cookies as well as an enormous pitcher of milk. Al blinked and sat back, grimacing in sudden fear. Did Bucky expect him to eat all of this?! Bucky wheeled the cart up to the foot of the throne, and, as Al looked at the food, he decided it did look insanely delicious. And they had time. He may as well at least give Bucky's scheme a try.

And so, he grabbed a handful of cookies, some oatmeal ones, and jammed them into his mouth. He began chewing noisily. He swallowed them and then grabbed a second handful, picking up the plate as he did so. Once he was done with handful number two, the alligator merely upended the plate and dumped the remaining cookies directly into his mouth. As he chewed, Bucky, grinning, and sporting an obvious erection in his tights, poured him a glass of milk and handed it too him. Al took it and guzzled it while he was still chewing, causing some milk to leak out the sides of his mouth.

Setting the empty glass on the arm of the throne, Al burped and gave his tummy a slap. Bucky grabbed a plate of sugar cookies with sprinkles and shoved these at Al. The purple gator half frowned, half smiled and accepted it. Into his mouth the cookies went in one huge gulp. Al nommed them, crumbs and sprinkles spilling everywhere. It took him three titanic swallows to get the entire mouthful down. His stomach gurgled and expanded slightly in response. Al burped again and smiled. It was working!

"Mmmm, delicious!" he said.

"See?" Bucky said with a grin, sauntering up to the throne. "I told you it would work."

Al nodded and burped again, and realized he was getting a stiffy in his loose Santa pants. His cheeks flushed a dark pink color as Bucky chuckled. Getting an idea, Al lifted his booted feet up. Bucky blinked, but then got the idea, and tugged Al's black boots off one by one, leaving his enormous purple gator-feet bare and smelling a bit musky from being inside the boots all day. With the boots off, Al slowly began unbuckling his belt, and stood up. As soon as the belt came loose his pants dropped, and his giant, fat reptilian erection rose up proudly.

The purple giant smirked down at his little "elf," who was even now taking off his curly-toed shoes and his tights. Al loved the effect he had on Bucky. And how Bucky's ideas always seemed to result in both of them being turned the fuck on. Al then sat back down in the throne and beckoned to Bucky with a clawed finger.

"Come sit on Santa Al's lap," he said with a sneer.

Bucky got up, hare-cock bobbing, and grabbed one of the remaining two plates of cookies. More chocolate chip. Then he crawled into Al's large lap. Al chuckled and kissed Bucky softly on the lips as he took the plate from him, and then Bucky positioned himself so that his thin but athletic legs were to either side of Al's thick muscular ones, so that he was straddling Al's lap, the alligator's giant erection prodding up between his butt cheeks. Reaching back with both hands Bucky slowly spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his puckered anus, and started lowering himself down so that Al's dick went right up against it.

Al moaned in response, stuffing the latest handful of cookies into his mouth, as his thick meat spread Bucky's ass wide. The green hare's ass slid down to be flush with the alligator's lap almost instantly. Despite the dick's girth, Bucky was accustomed to having large things shoved inside his rear. Gripping Al's waist he began to move himself up and down, closing his eyes and groaning.

Al didn't even have to do any work. He just sat back in the throne and gobbled up cookies. And the more he ate, the more his belly expanded, slowly filling out the loose Santa coat. As he rode Al, Bucky's cock rubbed against the ever-expanding stomach, leaving trails pf precum. Al tossed the empty plate away and suppressed another burp, licking his lips. He took hold of Bucky's shoulders and assisted the hare in moving up and down on his cock. Then with a deep growl he exploded inside of Bucky's ass, filling him with hot, thick gator-cum. As he leaned back, he noticed the clock on the wall out of the corner of his eye. Damn! Only five minutes left! Soon break would be over and the other "elves" would be returning, not to mention the friggin' kids! Al knew deep down they didn't have enough time, or enough cookies, to make his belly the size it needed to be.

So he took matters into his own hands. Or rather, he took Bucky into his own hands. Shifting his grip, the alligator first removed Bucky's feathered elf cap, and tossed it aside. Bucky blinked, and then yelped as Al grabbed either side of his elf tunic and pulled, ripping it violently apart, sending buttons flying. Then he roughly "assisted" Bucky in removing it, leaving the green hare captain nude in his lap. Bucky was about to ask Al what he was doing when Al suddenly held him under the armpits and lifted him up, his ass popping off of Al's cock with a wet "schlorp." He lifted Bucky as high as his arms could allow, and then tipped him forwards towards himself and opened wide.

Bucky's eyes widened as he saw those huge alligator jaws spread apart below him, and would've screamed if Al hadn't crammed his head inside the moment Bucky opened his mouth to cry out. His face was smooshed against Al's tongue, muffling his cry. The large tongue slid under Bucky's chin and guided his head towards Al's dark gullet, and Al, shifting his grip so he held Bucky around his middle, took his first swallow, drawing the struggling hare into his mouth up to his shoulders. Working his head side to side, Al took Bucky's narrow shoulders in without any difficulty. Another swallow, and Bucky was sucked in to his waist, just his butt and legs hanging out of Al's jaws.

Al grinned around his food and used his tongue tease Bucky, deciding he could spare a few moments to lovingly torture the hare before he had to continue. He held Bucky in his mouth like this and slowly brought him to the brink of orgasm, and then backed off, leaving Bucky unfulfilled. Then he resumed his meal. Bucky for his part whimpered somewhere deep inside of Al, but Al didn't hear him. Instead he just took hold of Bucky's legs and lifted them up. Those sexy legs that had only moments ago been spread over his lap were raised completely vertical as Al tilted back his head and took a slick swallow, using his powerful throat muscles, gravity, as well as his hands guiding the legs, to take the rest of Bucky into himself. By the time only Bucky's big green hare feet were visible in Al's mouth, Bucky had already begun to fill out Al's belly nicely.

Using his lips and tongue Al finished Bucky off and swallowed with a loud gulp, sending all of the hare down his gullet. He then moaned as his belly expanded enormously, stretching his Santa costume considerably. He then gave the belly a satisfied slap and grabbed the empty milk glass, and the pitcher. He poured what was left of its contents into the glass and guzzled it down noisily. Inside of Al, Bucky, crammed tightly into the hot, wet chamber, and struggling weakly, spluttered as milk Al had swallowed drizzled down onto his trapped, naked body, erection still throbbing. Outside, Al put the glass and pitcher back down and loosed a thick, wet belch that sprayed little sprinklets of milk everywhere.

Standing and groaning as the added weight of Bucky settled, Al collected the discarded elf costume and tossed it aside behind some plastic snowmen, and then went about getting dressed again. He slipped into his pants and pulled them up, gently tucking his softening cock back inside them. Sitting, he struggled with the belt, but finally managed to get it secured around his new gut, although it pinched, pushing his stomach inwards a bit and making the devoured Bucky groan and squirm.

"Pipe down in there," Al said, smirking and giving the belly another happy slap, followed by, naturally, another belch. "Thanks, Bucky. It worked. And you really got me into the Christmas spirit after all! I can't wait to see those kids' faces when they see Santa Al's new belly."

He chuckled and too his astonishment his belly did indeed jiggle like a bowl full of jelly! He had just finished pulling his boots on when the doors opened and the hare "elves" returned, followed by a throng of shrieking, giggling children. Composing himself, Al smiled and sat back on the throne. The kids, directed by their parents, formed as orderly a line as possible, and waited. Usually, the head elf would take the first kid and bring them up to Santa's throne, however, Bucky was the head elf! And with him currently digesting in Santa Al's giant belly, someone else would have to step up and take his place. Al motioned to the nearest hare, who had indeed noticed Bucky's absence, and he went and took the first child, a little boy, and led him to the throne, where he hoisted the boy up and sat him down on Al's lap.

The kid looking uneasily at Al. Moreso when he burped, and his belly gurgled noisily. But then Al went, "Ho-ho-ho!" and his belly jiggled, making the boy laugh and clap his hands. The other children all laughed, too. Slowly the laughter died down.

"Now, tell Santa Al what you want for Christmas, little boy," Al said.

The End