title: Punished by a Dark Santa aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alexiwolf1] id: [45196483] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 10:51:17 晚上

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Punished by a Dark Santa

Author: Alexiwolf1 Source: Punished by a Dark Santa

“W-wait! What do you mean?!” Krampus asked with a panicked tone. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it sounded so extreme.

“You heard what I said! There’s a lot of naughty brats this year in need of a good punishment! That place is packed with them, the older kind. Naughty kids are bad enough, but there’s nothing worse than a naughty adult! So, it’s your job to set them straight!” Krampus looked at the dark persona of the Santa school headmaster in shock, still not able to believe what he was hearing. “I-I understand that! B-but this job you’ve assigned me seems a bit much for just one Dark Santa.” “Are you saying you’re not up for it? After how far you’ve come, I expected more from you!” Ded called out to Krampus’s pride, knowing just how to get to the man. He saw the transient’s eyes shift around nervously, the man thinking about his task. “Alright, I’ll do it. It’s my job as a Dark Santa to punish naughty brats! I’ll give them an experience that will make them never want to be bad again!” The Dark Santa side of the transient comes out, very similar to Ded’s dual personalities. The headmaster smiles wide, standing up and putting a hand on the burly man’s shoulder. “Good! It’s time to start preparing. Those brats won’t know what hit them! But first, take this.” The headmaster pulls out a neatly wrapped box from his coat pocket and hands it to Krampus. “What’s this?” Ded grinned wide, his expression concerning his student.

Ever since transients entered Tokyo, the capital changed forever. While many were good and tried to adjust to their new life alongside the current residents, others were not so kind. In the years since the merging, some corrupt transients alongside humans have taken to establishing a new city called Kumamae. Thanks to the abilities of the transients, artifacts, and the desire to set up a living space for themselves, the city was established in only two years. This city was filled with corruption, cruelty, and all sorts of crimes that would drive any person that cared for their own safety away. Anyone that went into the city was likely not to return, at least, not as the same person they once were. As time went on, the inhabitants of the city began to try spreading to other areas of Tokyo in an effort to spread their bad influence. The criminal underbelly of Tokyo continues to slowly grow thanks to the people of Kumamae, despite the attempts of guilds and police to try and keep them in check.

“’Punish a whole city…’” Krampus thought to himself as he approached Kumamae. He held the present Ded gave to him, the one that the headmaster said: “That will allow you to punish all those naughty brats! Go wild! Don’t worry about hurting them, they’ll be fine!” Krampus was still uncertain, so he had to take a moment to think to himself. “Remember. You’re the hero! You’re going to punish all these naughty brats hurting everyone else! You can do this. You have to do this! Punish. Punish. Punish!”

After psyching himself up, Krampus steps foot into the city. He takes the box Ded gave to him and begins to unwrap it. As soon as the top of the box comes off, a glowing orb of light escapes from it and floats momentarily in front of the transient. Krampus finds himself fascinated by the orb, watching it bob up and down slowly, glowing pleasingly. Without warning, the orb rushes towards him, entering his chest. “W-what is this?!” Krampus holds his chest tightly, feeling his heart begin to race beyond what he was used to. He noticed his skin start to glow the same glow as the orb. He raises his hand and sees the glow through his glove.

“I feel strange… Powerful!” Krampus’s voice boomed, but he didn’t notice it. He was so focused on this new feeling of power; he wasn’t aware of the ground getting further away from him. His body was growing stronger and larger, the man exceeding his previous height. Krampus felt a wonderful most pleasing warmth, like the pleasing glow of the light.

The sensation stopped, Krampus’s body no longer glowing. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, finding everything to appear smaller than before. “’I got bigger? Is that what the gift was for?’” Krampus thought for a moment. “’I get it now! If I’m bigger, I can punish more of those naughty brats at once! I won’t let any of them escape unpunished!” Krampus starts walking, the ground shaking under his boots that leave an impression in the road. He could see the inhabitants of the city traversing the street when they should have been at home asleep. He would make sure they paid for that, and for every other awful thing they had done. The Dark Santa within him was taking over, and it was feeling much more cruel tonight.

A loud boom from the edge of the city sounds off, along with the loud chime of Christmas bells, causing the inhabitants to look towards the source. At the edge of the first street was a towering muscular figure in large boots, clingy camo pants, and a Santa’s coat. Chains were wrapped around his neck with bells hanging from the ends. The giant’s face was terrifying, a grim, brooding expression accompanied by the multiple scars on his body, his sharp horns, and his muscular physique applied an air of fear around him.

The giant surveys the city and its people curiously, his grimace turning into a dark grin.

“Well, well! It seems there are a lot of naughty brats here!” Krampus boomed, his powerful and intense voice shaking some people to their knees. They stare up at the towering Dark Santa with fear in their eyes, the transient not even having to use his Sacred Artifact to get them trembling. Normally his scary face would make people fearful the moment they saw him, but at this size, there was so much more to be fearful of.

The playful Dark Santa took notice of the scared masses, his smile growing. “Are you scared? Do you not want to be punished? It’s too late you rotten insects! Taking what isn’t yours, hurting others, breaking rules, none of you are good! You all deserve much more than a spanking! I’m going to crush and consume all of you!” Krampus bellows, his voice shattering many windows.

Terrified people scramble about, screaming and pushing to try and get in front of others, trampling them as a result. Krampus walks forward, his footsteps thundering through the city, the bells on his chains chiming, singing the doom of the citizens. Car alarms cry out, their sound nothing compared to the footfalls of the giant. The boots of the titanic transient crush vehicles into piles of scrap with little effort, a display of his might that served to please him, drawing out more of his dark side. Those within the buildings level with the transient’s face stare at him in horror, feeling the ground shake under his weight. Glass struggles to hold itself together as light fixtures, dishes, silverware, pictures, and many other fragile valuables crash to the ground.

“Hmm…” Krampus hummed softly, his chest rumbling, a sight that further terrified the wicked transients and humans that saw it. The sight of the mountainous pectorals that could render them nothing more than bloodstains on the road should the transient chose to place his body on them were so easily moved by the titan. The giant Dark Santa turns his head slightly, looking into an office building. His eyes observed the frightened figures within, the people trembling, rushing to leave, or attempt to hide. “I see some bad little adults that think they can hide. No one can hide from me!” Krampus presses a finger against the glass, easily breaking it. He reaches a hand inside and collects the people in the office. They tried to struggle, but he tightened his grip, draining them of their energy.

The frightened criminals can only shake with fear as Krampus brings them to his house-sized face. They look at his fangs, sharp white teeth perfect for gnashing their bones into dust. “I love the taste of naughty brats like you! It’s like candy to me!” Krampus’s voice nearly shatters the ears of the people in his hand, the criminals shaking their heads in agony. They could feel his breath waft over them as he spoke, the scent of his last meal affected by the man’s saliva and stomach acids, creating a putrid odor. The transient licks his lips, his thick long tongue trailing across them, coating them in a thick layer of saliva. A few of the men stuck in the Dark Santa’s hand felt aroused, unsure of why they felt that way when they were so terrified. Krampus moves forward and licks the collection of criminals, covering them in his spit. The criminals feel the weight of the massive tongue threatening to flatten them, the heat coming from it oppressive. Their bodies stick together thanks to the sticky warm substance encasing them like the plastic wrapping on candy. The giant pulls his tongue away and grins wide, revealing all his fangs. The white stalagmites came together, making a sickening grinding sound that served as a possible taste of what was to come.

“Santa gets cookies, and I get you!” Krampus lifts the people over his mouth, opening his maw wide. The terrified group looks down into the wet and slimy mouth of the transient, the long tongue of the giant waiting to savor the coming meal. They try to hold onto the man’s hand, but his palm curved, causing them all to slowly slide down and eventually fall. The plunge into Krampus’s mouth was swift, the people falling more terrified than the frightened onlookers below at the giant’s boots.

The thick tongue of the transient catches the criminals with ease, the little snacks sticking to the muscle. The crooks struggle to try and lift themselves off the spongy tongue of the Dark Santa, saliva pooling all around them. The pink mass suddenly moves, swerving to the sides. The criminals feel the warmth around them increase, the smell of the transient’s breath worsening the more the tongue moved about.

Saliva dripped from Krampus’s open mouth down to the street, covering some unlucky citizens that were standing too close. The splash of the fluid upon hitting the ground caused it to break apart and hit more people, encasing them in the transient’s spit as well. The warm gooey substance bubbles and sinks deep into their clothing, causing it to grow heavier.

“Ahh…” Krampus teases the crooks inside his mouth, pushing them against his teeth. He bites down extremely close to them, threatening to tear their bodies apart, but he stops just before touching them. He didn’t have to see them to know they were terrified, feeling their bodies shake on his tastebuds, causing their tastiness to increase. “Mmm!” The transient shuts his mouth, sealing the naughty citizens within it.

“Help!” The criminals beg for assistance from anyone willing, but no one would be coming, their cries mute in the wet maw of the transient. The gigantic transient’s tongue arches back, teasing the already terrified people with the threat of meeting his stomach. Krampus rolls his tongue forward just before his little snacks would have gone falling into his throat. They were so sweet, more so than any candy, he almost didn’t want to swallow.

“’Wait, am I really going to swallow them?’” Krampus started to become concerned. He was willing to hurt the criminals, but he didn’t want to seriously injure them, let alone kill them. “’What’s the harm in swallowing? These naughty punks deserve to be eaten!’” the dark side of Krampus responded. “’N-no! Punished, yes. Killed, no!’” “’You’re so soft! Don’t you remember what the headmaster said? Everyone would be fine, no matter what you do! Don’t you trust him?’” “’W-well, yeah, of course I do!’” “’Then eat them! Crush them! They need to be punished!’” “’Yeah! Yeah! I’ll do it! These snotty brats need to pay!’”

Krampus tilts his head back, lifting his tongue high. He feels the pathetic attempts of the criminals trying to claw at his tongue to try and hold on, all of them failing miserably. One by one, the crooks move down into the transient’s throat, a chill going through Krampus’s body as he comes to terms with what he’s done.

The journey down Krampus’s throat is quick and uncomfortable for the criminals. The sound of the muscles of the passage flexing rings in the citizen’s ears, the sound booming and wet. The Dark Santa’s throat squeezes his tiny snacks, slowing their movement a considerable amount. Mucous coats the tiny criminals, making it easier to move down. As the sound of the giant’s throat working lessens, the citizens hear the titan’s stomach grumbling, the acids churning with anticipation of the latest substance to break down.

PLOSH

The first criminal lands inside of the giant’s stomach, the acids quickly surrounding him. They burned, the man feeling his skin heat up to dangerous levels. He tries to move as another person makes it to the end of Krampus’s throat and lands inside the boiling juices. This new person crashes into the man, knocking him under the surface. More people fill the Dark Santa’s stomach, slowing the digestion process somewhat as the acids spread out to account for the new food.

“Mmf!” Krampus holds his stomach, feeling the naughty bastards inside settle. His throat flexed and his tongue bounced suddenly. He coughs, and, without warning, lets out a loud belch.

*URRRRPP! *

The sound of the mighty belch was enough to shatter windows up to nearly a mile ahead. Citizens attempted to hold on to avoid being blown away by the foul-smelling wind that reeked of slowly digesting people.

“Ahh! Tasty little snacks! Who wants to be next?!” Krampus laughs, the Dark Santa watching as people attempt to run away from him. He sees a man trip right in front of him, having tripped over one of the cracks caused by the giant’s stomping. “Oh?” The giant reaches down towards the man, trapping him between his thick fingers. “Do you want to be my next snack?” Krampus teases, poking the man. He takes in the fear of the tiny human, the man shaking uncontrollably. The transient would make sure that he felt the greatest amount of terror he had ever experienced so he would never do anything wrong again. He creeps his tongue out slowly, dragging it down the man’s face to his feet. The human, now coated in Krampus’s saliva, began to start sniffling. This sniffling quickly turned into a wail of fear and despair, the man apologizing rapidly, begging for mercy.

“Please! I’m sorry! I’ve been bad! I swear, I’ll never do it again! Please forgive me!” Krampus lifted an eyebrow, surprised he broke the man so quickly. “You promise you’ll be good now?” the Dark Santa asked, his intimidating voice nearly making the man soil himself. “Yes! I swear, I’ll be good from now on!” Krampus nods and lowers himself to the ground. He prepares to set the man down but stops before doing so, bringing the man closer to his mouth. “Be good. If I find out you’ve been bad, I’ll eat you next time.” Krampus bites down inches away from the man, the human turning white as he stares at the razor-sharp teeth. “Now get out of here. I have other naughty brats to punish.” Krampus sets the man down and nudges him towards the entrance of the city. The human breaks into a sprint, too afraid to turn around.

The Dark Santa resumes walking down the street, seeing a local gang of the area, a group of tiger transients, the men trying to run away from him. “You can’t escape me! I’ll crush you!” Krampus lifts his boot above the group, the feline transients turning to look at him, seeing the treads of the boot coming towards them. They were so terrified that they had already started begging for mercy, but unfortunately, Krampus couldn’t hear them or see them, their forms obscured by his shoe. The giant’s boot descends, nearly crushing the thugs, but they managed to end up between the treads. The giant noticed this however, and lifted his boot again, this time, aiming more carefully. With a swift motion, he stomps down hard, the force knocking down a nearby shoddily made building.

Krampus lifts his boot and checks for the thugs, finding nothing there. “’I know I crushed them. Is this what the headmaster was talking about? I guess it really is fine to go all out.’” Feeling confident in the safety of the citizens, Krampus lets out a sigh of relief and steels himself, preparing to exact more extreme punishment.

The towering transient gleefully slams his boots down on more fleeing citizens, feeling great satisfaction with how their forms crumpled as they were forced to the ground under his weight. There wasn’t a trace of anyone that he crushed, making him wonder where they went, but he was sure that they were okay. Eventually, the street in front of him was empty, not a person left in sight. Krampus expected this would happen, it only meant he had to make further use of his training.

“Don’t try to hide you pathetic little brats! I’ll find you!”

The giant stomps down hard as he walks, making sure to produce as many vibrations as possible. More buildings collapsed, metal bending under the weight of shifting structures from the intense quakes. Some people that were hiding inside of a slowly collapsing building ran out into the street, not looking at the grinning Dark Santa that had already lifted his boot to crush them.

“Time for punishment!”

The transient slams his shoe down, feeling another satisfying crunch under his boot. He thought the feeling would be even more satisfying beneath his foot, curious to experience it. The giant removes his boots and logs them into the distance, watching them crush buildings under their weight while also spreading his scent. All the destruction was turning him on, the Dark Santa feeling his penis tug at his pants.

“I know you’re hiding! I can smell you!” Krampus gets low to the ground and starts to sniff the area. He picks up on the scent of a few humans and transients and begins to head their way.

A group of cowering men hid in an alleyway, hearing the stomps of the Dark Santa crashing down on the street. That’s when they heard the giant’s booming voice, informing them he could smell them. The tiger and lion transients push the humans forward, attempting to protect themselves. One of the humans trying to push back deeper into the alleyway was slashed by one of the selfish transient’s claws, the frontside of his shirt torn to shreds. Just then, one of the lion transients silently points behind the group, the men turning to see one of the eyes of the Dark Santa glaring at them.

“Found you!”

The voice of the giant spoke in a cruelly playful tone, deriving pleasure from the terrified men. The transients push the humans towards the giant before cowering in the corner, hoping Krampus couldn’t reach them. The giant brings his mouth to the entrance of the alleyway, blocking the exit. He proceeds to slide his tongue through the space, the muscle easily able to creep through the gap. Krampus scoops up the humans onto his tongue, feeling them struggle to move, the spongy surface beneath them sticky with saliva, halting their movements. The transients watch in terror as Krampus drags his tongue back into his maw, a trail of saliva left behind it. The group watches as the Dark Santa lifts his face up to reveal his neck. He proceeds to swallow, tracing the path of the humans down his throat with his finger. Inside the giant’s throat, the men screamed like frightened children, feeling their descent halted as they are pressed deep into the sticky walls of flesh partially coated with the clothes of Krampus’s previous snacks. Some saliva comes rushing down around them as the giant swallows some extra spit, causing the humans to cry more intensely.

Krampus removes his finger, finally swallowing, the sound of the action bone chilling. “You’re next…” Krampus says ominously, pointing to his abs. He licks his lips before moving his tongue through the alleyway once more. The transients were clawing at the wall, trying to escape, their nails not able to pierce the stone. They try to use each other to ascend the wall, throwing punches and kicks in attempts to incapacitate each other and use them as height boosters to escape. No matter their efforts, Krampus would still reach him. The tongue of the Dark Santa pushes the criminals against the wall, dirt and saliva mixing into their clothes and fur. Even stuck to the giant’s tongue, they attempted to use each other, trying to push each other closer to Krampus’s mouth, hoping it would buy them time to escape.

Krampus catches the crooks on his tongue, feeling them stimulate his tastebuds with their natural flavor. It was hard for him not to mistake them as food, almost biting down on a few occasions. He only stopped himself because he didn’t want the thought of having done so to enter his mind later, seeing it as much more violent than just swallowing them down and leaving his stomach to do the work. These thugs were particularly tasteful, their cruelty greatly adding to their overall flavor. He tried to be patient and savor more of their taste, but he had acquired a taste for the naughty, and his stomach would wait no longer. Krampus swallows, his powerful throat muscles accompanied by air pressure quickly taking the cowardly crooks down into his waiting stomach.

“Ohh…” The Dark Santa put a hand to his abs, massaging the muscles gently. He could feel the transients inside squirming desperately, clawing at the pulsating walls of flesh that surrounded them. They were constantly knocked back and pushed under the acidic juices, their senses being overloaded by the loud groaning of their fleshy prison and the dripping of acids as they pooled from the walls of muscle. Their noses were filled by the smell of the giant’s previously digested victims and prior meals before his growth. Their claws tickled the massive transient, but that was about all they could do at their size. The rubbing of the Dark Santa’s hand against his growling gut quickly overpowered the noises of the man’s stomach, the space shaking rhythmically with each movement. The gentle rocking constantly knocked the struggling transients off balance, sapping them of more of their energy. Eventually, Krampus’s body drained them of their remaining energy, causing them to unwillingly sink down under the pool of acid.

“Yes! So many tasty little brats for me to consume! But I want to do more than just feast. I will show you all the true meaning of fear!” Krampus starts to walk again, spotting more criminals to punish. He lifts his foot over a group of men, watching them stumble while trying to look back at him and keep moving forward at the same time. The shadow of his foot easily covered them all, leaving no chance of escape. “Heh!” Krampus grunts, a smug smile on his face. He wiggles his toes, the sight of the powerful toes strong enough to easily break someone in half at their size inspired fear in the men. The men were so terrified that they could barely realize the putrid smell coming off the transient’s foot, the foot having spent a long time in the giant’s boot. Finally, having had his full in the terror of his victims, Krampus puts his foot down over them. He was planning to make it quick, but when he felt the brush of his foot against their tiny forms, he wanted to go slower. His victims beg pitifully for him to stop, but he couldn’t hear them, and he didn’t care, not unless they were intending to change their ways. Krampus felt the warmth of the tiny beings beneath him, the heat amplifying the harder he pressed. He tried to keep going slow, but his power was greater than he expected, and soon the citizens under him were flattened.

“Pathetic little bugs! How many of you do I have to crush until you decide to stop being bad?!” Krampus roars angrily, sending a group of people down on their knees, begging for mercy. The Dark Santa looked at them with disgust, lifting his foot. He presses down, not taking his time with them. The giant resumes walking, causing more buildings to crumble, crushing the inhabitants inside under the rubble. The Dark Santa feels his penis harden as he crushes little people under his feet. It was like their bodies were giving him a massage, making him want to stomp even more.

Krampus took to moving about his task faster, running through the streets, his powerful footsteps causing chaos A chorus of screams, a loud pop, a deep crunch, a beg for mercy, and the occasional few people promising to change their evil ways, allowed to be set free by the cruel yet fair giant, were the sounds that ran throughout Kumamae. With each passing second, Krampus grew more and more horny. He had punished over half of the city at this point, not many people remaining. He had arrived at what was said to be the most dangerous part of Kumamae, and he quickly found out why it was called that. A large group of criminals had gathered on the street he arrived on, the crooks wielding guns, blades, some even armed with missiles. The towering transient just smirked, amused by the resistance.

“Do you think you can stop me with those toys you naughty little brats? I can’t wait to see you cry when I break them! After that, do you think I’ll crush you or eat you?!” The giant’s words shook some of the less hardened criminals, causing them to back away. Those that did had weapons pointed at them, ordering them to stay in line.

“’I have to finish this quick. If they kill each other, then that’s it. I have to save them by finishing them off myself!’” With that in mind, Krampus resolved to stomping out this resistance quickly. Before his foot could even rise, a barrage of gunfire assaulted his body, criminals with melee weapons rushing forward to perform their onslaught of attacks. The giant shrugged off everything tossed at him. The bullets failed to pierce his form, many of them getting stuck within his fur and scars. As for the melee criminals, they were hardly even comparable to ants as their attacks went unnoticed by the giant. That’s when Krampus heard the sound of a missile being fired, the weapon soaring through the air. He tired of the futile efforts of such awful people. He grabbed the missile out of the air and crushed it between his fingers, shocking all of the criminals, leading more to try and back away. Krampus knew this would prompt the crooks to turn their weapons on each other, and this time, he worried they might attack them.

“Is that all you have? I told you, none of your worthless toys would work on me! Now it’s time for your punishment!” The criminals all turn to face the giant, his voice demanding attention. Krampus raises his foot and slams it down as more missiles come flying towards him. They hit his pecs, causing them to rumble. The giant simply chuckles, his muscles shaking further, arousing some of the criminals at the sight of the ginormous pectorals bouncing. They wouldn’t be able to stare long before Krampus moved his foot and slammed it down, crushing the entire resistance in one stomp, or so he thought. He saw a wolf transient running out from between his toes, the criminal unaware that he was being observed by the giant. Considering it too easy to crush the man, Krampus decided to give him a special treatment instead. The Dark Santa easily scoops up the transient in his hand and presses him deep into his pecs. The wolf feels every bump in the firm muscles as Krampus guides him down to his abs, a strong scent starting to enter the crook’s nose. The giant pulls at his pants, showing off his crotch to the tiny man.

“I have something perfect for a brat like you…” Krampus growls, guiding the transient further down. The wolf-man’s nose is filled with the potent musk of the giant’s crotch, the odor overwhelmingly masculine. Krampus’s fur was extremely sweaty down there, coating his victim in more of his essence. He feels the wolf-man struggle more the lower he takes him, but there was no way for the criminal to escape him. He brings the transient to his bulge, pressing him against his tight white jockstrap that clung to his package. The fabric was damp with dried precum and sweat, causing the wolf to get stuck. The wolf-man takes in the incredibly musky smell of the fabric and the giant’s cock and balls. It was nauseatingly potent, creating a burning air that dried out the transient, making him extremely thirsty. He feels the thick fingers of the Dark Santa move him between the folds of the fabric, his body pressing against the burning member of the giant. He felt the fabric closing in around him as he was pressed deeper into the aroused organ, the penis pressing down on him, pushing him against the matted fur of the giant’s balls.

“Ohh…” Krampus moans as he adjusts his pants. He could feel the wolf-man struggling, his movements stimulating the giant’s manhood further. “’I need to fuck something soon!’”

The street was relatively empty now, the few stray criminals left were easily disposed of by the Dark Santa. The only thing left to do was destroy all the buildings and leave nothing left. Krampus wasn’t going to bother looking inside each one in search of people, but he would make sure there was no way any of them survived. He rammed his form into buildings, crushing them beneath his bulky frame. The giant proceeded to stomp the rubble, looking carefully for any movement. He was able to do so quickly thanks to all his training, resting assured after scanning for a short moment that no one had escaped him. He continued destroying building after building until there were only a few left coupled together, one very tall one catching the transient’s eye.

“’Can’t hold it anymore! I need to fuck now!’” Krampus could feel the tiny man in his underwear acting up, wondering how he was still alive. It didn’t matter, his needs had to be attended to. He looked at the tall building, the last bastion of the city. It was a tall unassuming office building, but in reality, it was the head base of crime in the city, the professional look meant to throw off outsiders. The glass was one way, so Krampus couldn’t see inside, but he didn’t need to to know there were criminals inside. It would serve as the end of the city, and his well-deserved release for all his hard work.

“Do you think he’s going to come here?” a hawk transient asks while picking at his feathers anxiously. “Of course he’ll come here! But we can’t leave this building, not until the transaction goes through. This is more important than some oversized delusional maniac!” The air in the building was tense to say the least. Hope was low thanks to the usual security in the building having been allocated to another area in the city in hopes of distracting the titan. Important illegal data was being transferred to a secure location in Tokyo for outside crime organizations use and to continue spreading the influence of the criminals of Kumamae.

Then, the shaking started.

No one expected it, not so soon at least. They had heard about it from other members of the organization that experienced it firsthand in other areas of the city. It was worse than how it sounded over the phone, much worse. The entire building shook as a mighty boom with the strength of a low magnitude earthquake went through it. Those who could turned to the windows and saw the same terror that had annihilated the rest of the city, soon understanding why there was so much screaming over the lines. Another thundering boom followed shortly after, the building shaking more violently this time, some people falling to the floor, having been unable to keep their balance. When the next boom came, lights started to flicker on and off, more people falling to the ground. The sound of that boom was too loud, signifying that whatever was causing it had finally arrived. After that boom, the air changed, a smell entering the building from all directions. It was vaguely familiar, but too strong to really comprehend. It was a musky aroma, a scent so masculine that it broke weaker men who had been holding in their lust for the day, causing them to push their bodies against the windows to try and get closer to the smell.

“I’ve saved the worst punishment for you naughty bugs!”

A thundering voice like that of a deity fills the building, shaking it violently. Curses fill the building, discussions of progress on the transfer becoming more intense. The smell was growing even stronger as the giant pulled down his pants, followed shortly after by his jockstrap. A long thick cock that matched most of the transient’s fur color with a pink head reveals itself, the organ pulsing with blood, the veins throbbing. It points straight at the building, prepared for penetration. The people watch in horror as the hand of the giant grips his length, steadying it towards the midsection of the building.

It happened in slow-motion. The people inside the building watched the Dark Santa’s cock expand in size as it pulsed more with blood. Krampus steadied himself, adjusting his stance to one he was comfortable with. They watched saliva drip from the sides of the giant’s mouth, his intentions more than obvious. Then, his body started moving forward. Those on higher floors were unable to grasp the full terror of the situation with their view, only seeing the pecs and face of the titan coming closer. As for those on the lower floor, they were exposed to a different sight. The manhood of the giant twitched with excitement, Krampus’s strong hand struggling to hold it still. It keeps getting closer until only the head of the member could be seen. Then there was the crash. The glass was reinforced, it was supposed to be able to tank a missile, but that force was nothing compared to that of the Dark Santa. The burning member of the titan easily penetrated the glass, shattering it into thousands of small shards that would be forever lost in the rubble. All in the path of the male organ were rammed by the burning head, the pain provided by the force and thickness of the member wounding the criminals’ fragile bodies.

“Oh!” Krampus moaned with orgasmic pleasure, the feeling of the criminals against his hardened cock providing powerful stimulation. He pulled back and thrust his hips forward, ramming the building once more. The weight of his cock cracked the floor, sending it crashing down onto the floor below, crushing the people on it. The walls gave way like they were made of glass, so weak against the force of the transient.

Precum leaked from the Dark Santa’s member, causing the tiny crooks to stick to it. Their forms were crushed as Krampus continued to ram the building, bringing more floors down under the weight of his cock.

“The transfer is going too slow! We’ll never make it!” the head criminal said, slamming his computer. The building shook violently, the floor beneath him and his lackeys showing cracks induced by the breaking of the lower floors and vibrations. Another violent rumble shook the building, the floor cracking even more until finally fully giving way. “Shit!” The criminals fall, plummeting towards the colossal cock of the Dark Santa.

“Oh!” Krampus moans heavily, his voice causing more of the building to crumble beneath him. He had never experienced such a sexual high, the pleasure running through him unimaginable. He never expected to enjoy his job so much, his entire body bubbling with excitement. His penis felt so warm, so much pressure flowing through it that he had no idea how much he would release. Krampus continued thrusting, feeling one of the criminals get pushed into his piss slit after being slammed into the wall multiple times. The feeling of his squirming body moving down his shaft stimulated his insides, causing him to leak more precum. The tiny human felt the fluids gushing around him, his body being pushed up and down the shaft as the colossus continued thrusting.

“Graw!” Krampus roars mightily, his body heating up. His scent covered every inch of the building, his musk overwhelming, causing many of the criminals to pass out. Finally, the Dark Santa released, semen gushing out of his cock. The remaining floors below were drenched in warm cum, the fluid dripping through and ultimately breaking the ceilings, causing the rest of the building to collapse. The force of the giant’s climax caused his body to jerk, his feet moving back, crushing the few buildings left behind him into a mess of steel, wood, and brick.

“Hah… Huff…” Krampus breathed heavily, feeling his chest puffing up with air. He looked down at the office building’s remains, the structure a collapsed cum covered shell of its former self. The giant sniffs the air, attempting to pick up on the scent of any remaining criminals, but he was unable to find any. He turns around and surveys the remains of the city. All that was left of Kumamae was the rubble of fallen buildings, not a soul left aside from Krampus himself. It seemed his job was finally completed. All that was left was for him to pick up his boots and head back to the Santa School.

Ded was busy looking over some forms, the Dark Santa grumbling in annoyance. He hated paperwork, it tried his patience, but he knew it had to be done. That was when his attention was turned from the papers to a loud rumbling noise. He heard screams of terror from outside accompanied by a loud booming sound. Ded smiled and chuckled to himself as he stood up from his chair, excited to see the source of the sound.

When Ded walked outside, he saw the towering figure of his student crouching low to the ground, the Dark Santa sweating and shaking nervously.

“I see you’ve come back! Great work out there! You’ve set a great example of what a Dark Santa should be!” Krampus would normally not be able to hear someone like Ded at his size, but the headmaster was so boisterous in his Dark Santa personality that his voice easily reached him as if he were a giant himself. “T-thanks… It was a lot easier than I thought thanks to that gift you gave me.” Krampus kept his voice as low as it could go, not wanting to startle anyone else. He knew he had drawn lots of attention just from walking, wishing he could have returned to his normal size by now. “Um… What happened to all of the brats I punished?” Ded grinned, motioning the giant to pick him up. Krampus did as instructed, taking extra care to move his hand slowly.

The headmaster reaches into his coat and pulls out a glass container. Krampus brought his face closer, having to squint to just barely make out what was inside. When he saw the contents of the container, he barely withheld a gasp, blinking to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Inside of the container were the citizens of Kumamae that he had punished, every single one of them.

“That present I gave you made it so that anyone you ‘took care of’ ended up in here. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss any, every single citizen that didn’t change is inside this container.” Krampus looks inside of the container, seeing the little people look back up at him. He grins, flashing his teeth. As expected, the criminals began to panic and screech, terrified to see their punisher having returned. Ded stashes the container back inside of his coat, the screams of the criminals becoming muffled.

“So, what now? How do I get back to normal?” Ded chuckled. “Well, I thought I’d keep you at this size for a little while, at least until New Year’s.” “Wha-why?” Krampus quickly lowered his voice, remembering how loud he was. “Aren’t you curious to see what you can do at this size? Besides, I heard your boyfriend was into this kind of thing, right?” Krampus blushed. “A-alright… I guess it will be okay for just a little while. But what are you going to do about the criminals?” Ded smiled wide. “Don’t you worry about them. These guys are some tough nuts to crack, but I’ll make sure to take real good care of them. You just go do what you want for now. But don’t go acting naughty just because you’re big now, you hear me?!” Krampus grew nervous and nodded his head. “Good! Now get on, it’s Christmas Eve, you should be with your boyfriend!”

Krampus was now alone, feeling the cold night air on his fur. He didn’t like being alone, that’s why having a boyfriend made him so happy. He was about to walk off to try and find somewhere to sleep when he noticed a familiar figure walking up towards him in the distance. “Ryota?” It was his boyfriend, the happy sweets loving man looking up at the looming form of Krampus. “Krampus!” The giant picks up his boyfriend and smiles at him, seeing his boyfriend smile back happily.

That night, the two remained together, Ryota resting on the giant’s chest, knowing the man was too tired to talk about what happened to him. They knew that the next day would be a very interesting Christmas indeed.