Succubus Santa

 Artwork - Ittla

I’m Santa’s grumpy Elf. Why am I grumpy? Well because our whole operation has had a candy cane thrown into it! It is absolute chaos here at the North Pole and who knows if next Christmas will even come. It is a well-frosted process delivering all those presents in one night, we elves often joke he does it in the Saint Nick of Time. There’s just one little problem, he doesn’t do it alone!

It’s another Santa Secret, please don’t tell! But yes, you heard that right that he doesn’t do it alone. In fact there are many Santas, lookalike helpers employed under the jolly fella himself. They work in pairs, flying by reindeer to every corner of the globe in one night to deliver a present to every house. Even that is a fib though, as there are some places we are told to avoid. These are places where devilish magic and hearts hold domain. They are not meant for us, and yet last year Santa surprisingly received a Christmas letter addressed to him from one such place, the plains of the Succubi. Such fiendish tricksters, I wouldn’t have trusted them myself, but Santa has too big a heart to deny a heartfelt wish for a gift--and heartfelt the letter seemed.

So this is the story of how we got to where we are now, scrambling in a panic, no noel in sight. This is the story of one poor decision and the two stupid Santas that should have known better. This is the story of Succubus Santa.

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It was Christmas night, halfway through, and two underling Santas were on their way to a special assignment. It was off the beaten path, between somewhere and nowhere, but easy enough to find for the reindeer. Reindeer were good for tracking any location that had a whiff of magic and the place they were headed was brimming with it. Down a steep peak which looked more like an abyss and across a murky river sweating hot fumes they arrived, cobblestone and blood-red brick buildings dotting the plain.

“Such a dreary place, how do they expect us to find the right home?” Santa Rick grumbled, dissatisfied that he had been forced here. He exaggeratedly stroked at his beard grown to be an exact copy of Old Saint Nick’s. “At least this is our last stop. Lets make it quick and head back for some of Mrs. Claus’ cookies.”

“I don’t know. I feel Mrs. Claus could do well to change up her cookie recipe after all these years. They barely qualify as stocking stuffers.” responded the second Santa named Mick. His noticeable slouch made his portly belly more pronounced. Aside from the holiday funk and being somewhat younger in appearances both he and Rick looked like spitting images of Santa—white hair, red coats, fur collars, cuffs and all.

Rick gave a chuckle at Mick’s biting words before noticing a dot of multicolored-lights off in the distance, standing out like a ray of joy among all the sapping curtains of darkness. He called it out, relieved that they found it so quick. There was no denying that the singular home brandishing rows of Christmas lights had to be the one. Landing onto the roof with a soft thud they realized that there was snow on the roof whereas the other houses lacked a single trace.

“Wow, this one Succubus sure went outside the wrapping on this one.” Mick commented as he patted the snow with his boots a few times before unpacking the present. “I wonder if they are mocked by the others for creating such a cheerful monstrosity?”

“Maybe? Though I’m not versed in Succubi culture. I commend them for the lovely job though.” replied Rick, who began to pet and feed the reindeer in a line. They grew tired from the journey and it was his job to tend to them.

The home looked somewhere in between a miniature stone castle and cottage, brandishing a sturdy, thatched roof. Artificial snow, surely created by magic, blanketed the entire structure. The Christmas lights the two saw were not traditional in any way, emanating not from a line of bulbs, but were simply floating orbs of rainbow colors lined in an extravagant pattern. It was an impressive display of Christmas cheer, not deceiving in the least.

“Alright Mick, you’re up!” said Rick.

“Yeah I know. Quick in and out and—”

“Don’t touch anything.” Both harmoniously jested. And with surprising quickness Mick slickly slid himself down the chimney.

Exiting the fireplace like a seasoned Santa, he tip-toed as quit as a mouse towards the only source of light in the living space, the Christmas tree. Its warm glow cast a surprisingly comforting blanket across the cozy room, illuminating the stone floor and thick carpet atop it with a flickering of orange. He knew he had to be quick, but the festivities of the room were very eye-catching. Stockings a plenty hung from the fireplace with care, Christmas sweaters were folded neatly upon some small bookshelves riddled with holiday books, and porcelain miniatures of a festive winter town brought life to the coffee table in the middle of the room. This demon truly loved Christmas it seemed.

Despite all this, Mick was anxious to get out quick. He made his way to the tree and quietly stuffed the present under with care. It was time to get out, but before he could he heard an embarrassing rumble from his belly. It was long and loud, enough that he worried it might actually awaken the Succubus likely slumbering a room over. That would be most rude and he didn’t want to deal with a grump of a demon.

“All those talks of cookies must have gotten the better of me.” Mick softly spoke as he timidly turned toward the chimney. However, a new problem presented itself once he did. A small circular table on stilt legs he hadn’t before noticed presented the age old gift for a Santa such as himself, the fabled milk and cookies.

He knew better than to just blindly trust a platter like this considering where he was, and yet…

Sweat coated his bushy brow and he could feel the anxiety setting in. It’d sound cliche to say cookies were a weakness to Santa, but Mick especially so. He simply couldn’t turn them down, cookie dough running thick through his veins Rick always joked. So with one step, then another, his inevitable journey towards the glistening white plate presenting three perfectly circular, jumbo cookies and a tall glass of milk began.

Cookies enough were able to tempt him stronger than any Succubus likely could. The chocolate chip delights filled the saucers of his wide-eyed gaze, his heart beating madly in love. There could be no restraint, not with beauties such as these, each cookie crafted to absolute perfection and the display artistically positioned to catch the light just right, adding to the allure. It was the picturesque Christmas sight. He simply had to indulge.

Mick made quick work, taking several bites before even thinking of chewing. He was glutenous and unrefined in the way he devoured them, their soft, crumbly, buttery texture making it easy for him to pack larger amounts than necessary into his mouth. Finishing them off with the milk only made things better. The thick, delightfully warm milk was absorbed into the bread ball of mush dancing on his tongue. He was on a high he didn’t wish to come down from. Whether it be because of magic or the hands of some supremely blessed cook, they were the greatest cookies he had ever eaten.

Licking his fingers, Mick couldn’t believe he had finished them off so quickly. The warm pleasantry of the experience was still fresh, lingering around long after he had finished his meal. Its persistence was a bit worrying, but it felt more odd than bad. It was the most amazing meal of his life, almost orgasmic in its experience, and that wave of culinary ecstasy kept rippling gently across his body. Then it began to grow in intensity, and the warmth building up from his gut spread out across his body.

He stood there for a moment in confusion, then in shock, then in terror as he felt an overbearing pleasure seize his body fully. His senses cranked up to 11, each pore on his body dripping in sweat. Every sight, sound, and touch to his hands felt surreal. He could hardly think straight. The most troubling matter though was that it felt good. The aching heat assaulting his frame felt like sweet release, the rush he felt moments before returning to him but giving even more than he wanted. The more he adjusted to the sensations though, the more he did want it.

“Gah! Why?! Why does it—ugh! Feel so good?!” Mick grunted and moaned, bracing himself on the small table, knocking off the plate and glass. The plate shattered loudly on the floor while the glass landed perfectly upright beneath his legs.

A shiver traveled down his spine followed by an immense pressure that forced his back into an overly defined arch. His spine felt as if it was straining under the weight of a hefty sack of presents. More and more the pressure grew, putting unbearable strain upon his back. Yet like everything else it felt good. It was a delightful pressure if anything, and it began to spread. Mick’s sides felt hugged by it, his hips pulled, his ass yanked, magical hands and vice-like grips working every inch of his trembling form. He could even feel his face contorting under a deep, massaging force, bones popping and cracking in his nose, cheeks, and across his jawline.

Mick was so turned on, begging for more as he felt a rising mass within his flabby pecs. They began to bloat in size in unison with his now throbbing, erect cock that he unfastened his pants in order to give some reprieve to. His ass soon followed suit, all 3 spongy masses rising up like cookie dough in an oven. He was so lost in the rapture of the experience, eyes closed and moaning, that he couldn’t see the female shape crawling out from his body. It was still portly in nature, but undeniably female, his chest turning to bouncing gumdrops and butt cheeks rounding into mirthful ornaments. All the while Mick’s ornaments down below shriveled into nothing, pumping every last drop of Christmas cream they could into his quivering cane.

Gripping tighter than before, Mick could feel the pressures grow yet again, with a great force bearing down on his balls. They were now spent, and with nothing left to give they tucked themselves inside his body and jostled around, burrowing out a vacant hole within his lower torso that nearly left him collapsing onto the floor. His insides were being toyed with, a womb being created. It wanted out. It wanted to devour his cock and kiss the fresh air. Only then would Mick be able to feel jovial release.

Everything began to build towards a unified climax, the changes to his body moving in perfect harmony. His hair shortened and fashioned itself into a plump, bushy cut with long wavy sides while all the gray color faded into a healthy, dark brown. His crinkly skin was pulled taught and restored to its youthful splendor as his body hair slid off upon the sliding sweat from his pores, leaving behind a creamy smooth visage of youth. His spine and sides felt ready to cave in and give themselves over to the female wiles battering his body, simply waiting for his cock to give out, to expel all of the remaining masculinity holding him back. He of course knew it was wrong, but the pussy within him was colliding into the base of his cock, wrapping its lips around the lower rim and sucking at it. It was better than cookies, better than sex! He had to let go! He had to let go!

“Oh no! Hoh! Hoh! HOOOOOH!!”

Dick fat with cum, Mick let loose, letting out a merry moan that quickly cracked into a piercing female cry while thick swills of white popped out like champagne foam. Again and again it blew, his drained masculinity painting streaks across the stone floor below and filling the empty milk glass. With each launch came a tug to his dick, its size being drawn inward by the sucking lower lips. It soon became too small to fill the width of them and was yanked upward, nestling itself into the upper folds. The new pussy soaked itself under the touch of the fresh air finally meeting it, releasing clear fluids to mix with the remaining cum being expelled from his nub of a cock. Within the final throes of the dick’s orgasmic journey, the pressure finally gave, and Mick’s body succumbed to the sensual, dipping curves and delightful posture of the female form.

Catching his breath Mick remained silent, completely aghast at what had transpired but feeling utterly satisfied like never before. Once he had his wits again he looked at the mess he had left. He left a passionate painting of cum strung across the floor with a slick coating of female spunk to boot. It was embarrassing to gaze at and he felt lucky that the homeowner slept like a yuletide log through the whole ordeal.

Wiping themselves off a bit, Mick picked up a piece of the shattered plate and looked at his reflection. Their youth had been restored, looking no more than a day over 20. Their face was that of a woman now, though still unmistakably them. They still had their chubby cheeks and large, bushy eyebrows and brown pupils—only now held within captivating, almond eyes. All that said, he was still quite portly, only having shaved a minuscule amount of weight from the transition, merely enough to partially present some of his feminine curves.

“I guess I look closer to Mrs. Claus now.” Mick said as he continued to touch and tug at his new face, soon taking notice to a fiery, star shaped dot emerging at the center of his pupils. Trailing its emergence came a swell of new, sharp sensations. The minute sloshing of the cum on the floor as he stepped in it, he could hear it. The hidden shapes within the darkness, he could see them. The sweaty vapors in the air, he could taste them. The thick helping of cum resting in the glass below… he could smell it.

Picking up the glass he was so confused, but it felt so right. Staring at the sight like a delectable morsel to be consumed, he savored the scent like the smell from a fresh baked pie. Drool began to pool in his mouth and dribble down his chin. What was this? What awaited him if he were to… No, he couldn’t go back, he didn’t want to go back. He craved for another high, for better highs, for a better life than the monotony of his holiday tasks. To drink this would be to put an end to that life and accept whatever came next. His trembling brain and boiling senses were telling him all he needed to know, something very simple…

She wanted cum.

With devilish, red-dotted eyes piercing the dark lit room, Mick wasted no time guzzling down the chunky slops of her own cum. She lapped it up like a hungry animal, her tongue swirling about the glass for every last morsel. By the time the final drop hit the pit of her stomach she felt rejuvenated from the exhausted state of her transformation, new energy and magical power swelling within her far more potent than any holiday cheer. Her taste buds were ablaze over the wonderful experience and her body tingled with the electrifying excitement of another orgasm. However, her first taste of the true satisfactions of the male seed left her craving more… much more.

“Fuck! Damnit!” Mick swore, her filter peeling away as sexual frustrations stirred within her and she cared little about keeping up the image of a saintly character such as Santa. “It’s not enough! I feel so empty inside! Inside my—!”

Mick kicked her head up and blissfully bit her lip as she felt her fingers plunge into a tight snatch. It felt good to fill it, to tug, to rub. Yet it still wasn’t enough for the fermenting fem. Her body was being seized by something supernatural, the heat and desire within her becoming maddening. It was too much for her and as she desperately fingered away it continued to dawn on her that she would not be able to solve it herself. The cum was the answer, her ravenous mind knew this, but she was also aware that she was missing something. She begged for it from whatever magic that had warped her body to give her what she needed, to end the insufferable cravings.

Suddenly a spark went off in Mick’s mind and across her body, the demonic energy now coursing through her finally clicking into place. All the visions of who she was, what mold she fit into among the rankings of the Santas, all of it was consumed by a new vision. A sexy, idealized holiday version of herself, ready to entice, to lure any man within her gaze. Yes, she was a woman now, and more than that, a Succubus. Fuck Christmas, fuck the world and its gifts, the only ho, ho, hoing she’d be doing was under the sheets! She now lived for one delectable purpose, to drink the exquisite cum of man!

Mick screeched in agonizing ecstasy as she collapsed onto the floor, still knuckle deep into her slit as powerful succubus magic illuminated the contours of her body. Her pupils rolled into the back of her head as her eyes began to fully glow red and she ascended into a plane of pleasure she’d never thought possible. Every inch of her had been ignited, body sweating as if it had been shoved into an oven. Sweat, drool, and tears all fell down her body, spelling out the torturous joy of her ordeal. Her body began to sweat off the pounds of her Santa bod, thinning out her shape. A jolly, huggable form was useless to her now.

“AUUUUGH! AHHH! FUCK! YES!~”

Her cries of acceptance spurned the corrupt magics forward, Mick’s fat gut vibrating quicker and becoming more gelatinous as it started tucking and sucking itself in. She let out satisfied grunts with each pull, feeling her clothes sag loose across her frame as all her unwanted weight was being devoured from the inside, her ravenous soul chewing away at it. The belly eventually began to invert, then seize up before an intense rumble began to persist. She knew what it meant, that it’d all be leaving her soon in one final plunge. Mick braced for it, fingering herself faster and faster in anticipation, her hand absolutely soaked in her own fluids.

“HYAAAH! AAAAHN!! SHIT!~”

It all came crashing down, Mick’s massive gut imploding in on itself, drawing fat across her body down with it like a sinkhole. Her ass quaked and thighs shook as the fat left over was pulled taut and began to reach a more firm, feminine shape across her body. Her ass and thighs remained the most plump, but with far more allure. Both cheeks perked up into a bubble butt that perfectly met the width of Mick’s wide hips, which bridged the gap to her equally as thick thighs, ripe with plushness and hidden muscle. It remained the same on her limbs, both arms and legs toned to feminine perfection, graceful limbs meant to hold on tight and never let go.

“HOO! HOH! Just like that! AAAHN! I’m almost there~!”

Mick began to finger her pussy with more expertise as if the knowledge had always been there on how to do so. Many new thoughts, desires, techniques flooded her mind while the more trivial distractions went swirling down the drain in her stomach along with the rest of her shedding form. Small ,supple breasts and a slender upper body emerged from the winter fat now gone as the final remnants of Mick’s former self were peeled away. It was the contrast she had desired within the vision she had earlier; a lean feminine beauty with wide ass and hips and thick, shapely legs, and a face with pinchable cheeks, bushy eyebrows and a comfy seductiveness.

As her gut finished its feast and came to rest as a flat, smooth core, Mick wailed as she felt another orgasm hit her thanks to her magic fingers. Finally withdrawing them, she could feel her sight return to her. She gazed down at her still trembling body—the pleasure hadn’t ceased. What she’d imagined was coalescing into the perfect being. She’d be drowning in cum with a body like this. All that remained was the true markers of what she was.

“Yes… I’m a Succubus.” She moaned. “Make me a succubus!”

Mick grabbed at the back of her head with both hands, feeling a pressure rising there--on the way up feeling her ears lengthening out and sharpening into something more demonic. As she arched back, her entire body reached orgasm yet again, and again, wave upon wave hitting her in an inhuman manner, clear fluids squirting out her snatch profusely. Her body had evolved and it was being steeled for the new otherworldly pleasures that awaited it. And she’d need to be ready as her senses became even more hyper focused and the Succubus within her finally broke free.

With a bloody squelch, two brown tips pierced the skin and slowly rose up from her thick hair. The more they protruded the wider their base became. She caressed each one as they continued to grow, relishing in their increasing girth as they began to curl into a spiral shape like the horns of a ram with the tips pointing upwards by the end. They were thick, sturdy horns, hard as bone, with texture that made them look like the ridges of a snake’s belly. Their chocolate color blended them beautifully in with her hair, the different shades of brown giving a slight bit of contrast.

Horns weren't the only thing piercing her flesh however, as simultaneously two spikes stabbed outward from between Mick’s shoulder blades. Chocolate colored, just like her horns, they began to wriggle and extend out, more and more length trailing behind them. After a couple feet they were free, folded bat wings dripping with bodily juices, shivering as they began to slowly open. The flaps of the wings slowly revealed themselves, a pretty peach color catching the faint light of the room through the thin veil of skin.

“AAAHN! Yes! Finally, I’m free!” Mick wailed, coming down from the final orgasmic release of her transformation and feeling her senses calm. It had been a hell of a ride, but it was worth it. She no longer had to be tied down by holiday trappings or mundane tasks, for she was an utterly perfect being. She was built for sex, for drowning in delight, for living spoiled.

Ultimate pleasures awaited Mick, and she knew she had all the tools needed as she felt up her new horns and wings and sensed the potent magic rumbling deep within herself--a demonic flame burning brilliant and more profound than the spirit of Christmas ever did. All that was left was the right outfit to seduce her jolly, goody-two-boots up on the roof. If there was one thing Mick knew it was that Rick loved the Christmas aesthetic, which made the choice simple.

With a twirl of a finger she tapped into her new perverse energies and concentrated them on the oversized clothing draping off her like a blanket--her outfit a canvas. All the red cloth and white trims gained a faint orange glow before shrinking and shriveling in size, gradually reforming around the now smaller Mick. Her pants reshaped into a pair of festive thigh-high Santa boots while her top became a crop-top that opened up on the lower side of her chest, revealing ample amounts of underboob. The top was attached to long red sleeves with red gloves and puffy snow white cuffs around the wrists. Some red women’s undies and a giant gold bell attached to the neck of her top rounded out the look. She was showing a lot of skin while also looking cozy for the season, a perfect match for her target that she could hear coming down the chimney with haste. No doubt her screams of bliss had alerted him, and no doubt more screams were to follow.

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So now you know why Christmas may very well be doomed. Once that grump Mick had his way with Rick, and another Succubus was awakened. I’m sure you can make clear what happened next once they made it back here lickety-split. Absolute chaos! We are drowning in succubi now, from the reindeer pens to the workshop. They keep fornicating with every Santa in sight, multiplying all the way. Us barricaded elves could be next on their list, but it would seem only those with the powers of ol’ Saint Nick are susceptible to this foul play. Will we make it through the night as their playthings? Even the big man himself is amiss on what to do.

So here we are awaiting our fate Christmas day. I guess the world should be ready for a succubus holiday.