Fire crackled as the fire wood and dried pine needles burned, releasing a column of smoke into the night sky. A soft layer of snow carpeted the forest floor which reflected the moonlight with dazzling sparkles of light. The night was silent besides the occasional hoot of an owl and rustling of branches in the gentle winter air. Garret found this much more peaceful than spending all of his free time hustling between Christmas parties and spending time with extended family just to be berated about his job and lack of a spouse. Instead, Garret found solace in hiking up into the mountains and camping during the holiday season. 

“It’s getting late.” Garret rolled up the sleeve of his jacket to check the time. Half past eleven. He got up from the log he had been using as a seat and began putting away his cooking supplies. Once his spare canned food, pots, pans, and kettle were all packed away on his bag he took a handful of snow and dropped it into the fire to smother it out before mixing the embers to insure it didn’t reignite. Once he had assured his camp was fully embraced by the dark of night he retreated to his tent to get some shut eye.

*Baa! BaaAAaa!* Garret was startled awake by the sound of a goat bleating near the proximity of his camp. “What in the heavens?” *BaaAAaaAa BaaAa* “Damn thing sounds like it’s in heat.” Garret grumbled to himself as he sat up from his sleeping bag and turned on his oil lantern. He knew from prior experience that some breeds of goats go into heat during the fall and winter seasons so it wasn’t all that strange to hear one going off at this time of year. Instead he was more worried about the damn horndog attracting wolves, or something even worse to his camp. He slid on his boots, wrapped himself up in his thick winter jacket, and grabbed his shotgun and lantern before leaving the safety of his tent.

The snow crunched beneath his boots, the cold mountain air nipping at his cheeks and nose as he followed the bleating. *Baa Baa BaaAAaa* The forest clearing thickened with dense brush and tall pine trees as he trudged deeper into the forest. *Baa BaaAaaAAaa* The closer he got to the goat the deeper and more guttural its bleating got. “Where you hiding, girl?” He whispered under his breath as he knelt down behind a dried out bush and poked his head over towards the direction of the bleating. *Baa Baa* Hunched over in the snow, humping the stump of a tree, was something that Garret could only describe as goat-like. It was tall, much taller than the bears that lived in these woods. It stood on its hind legs and gripped the side of the stump with its clawed hands. It’s bleating sounded… too animalistic, like an unfettered monster. 

“What the hell is that!?” Garret whispered to himself as he slowly began stepping back and away from the bush he was hiding behind. But as he stepped back his back heel hit an exposed root of a tree causing him to fall backwards, landing on his ass in the snow.

“Baa?” The sound of whatever that creature was grinding on wood suddenly stopped. The forest stood absolutely silent for a moment and as Garret moved to lift himself from the ground the gargantuan beast leaped over the bush and on top of him, its massive clawed hands pinning his wrists down into the snow. Garret winced, shutting his eyes so that he’d not have to witness his last moment but… it never came.

Garret slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the monster above him. Instead of a ferocious beast waiting to lash out for an easy meal he saw a goat-like humanoid creature panting above him in heat. Its long tongue stuck out, dripping drool onto Garret’s chest. Its chest heaved with every breath, causing its massive mammaries to rise and fall. And between its legs its fur had become matted from the excessive amount of pussy juice it had expelled from its crotch. Garret had always assumed these things were but a myth but now that he was face to face with a desperately horny Krampus he couldn’t really deny their existence any longer. As soon as his eyes drifted back up to her face and he made eye contact with her she sprung into action. One clean swipe of her claws at his groin tore his pants and undergarments clean off, exposing his unshaved dick to the cold winter air. She lowered her body onto his, pressing her burdensome breasts into his torso and as his dick grew erect in response she mounted him. With how moist she already was, and how much bigger she was compared to him it slid in easily. Like the wild animal in heat she was, she vigorously slammed herself down onto his cock using her thick and muscular thighs helping her to keep up the rapid pace she had set for herself. Every drop of her waist slammed into Garret like a truck knocking the wind out of him all the while she released guttural, animalistic moans into the still night. Garret was forced to release his seed into Krampus’s wanting womb over and over. For hours she pinned him to the ground, grinding against him as she milked him dry until he could no longer handle the pleasure and passed out.

When Garret finally came to, he found himself in complete darkness, stuck in a large leather bag which softly thudded against whatever was carrying him. He couldn’t recall exactly how many times this Krampus had forced him to cum but his body remembered. His body felt stiff, his lower torso sore from the beating it took, and his poor genitalia felt almost raw from overuse. Before he could gather up the strength to even think about escaping he found himself being unceremoniously dumped from the bag onto a hard rock floor. Krampus grabbed his arms, pulled them above his head, pinned them to the rock wall behind him and used some sort of magic to encase them in ice, trapping him against the wall. Krampus must’ve taken him back to her cave, probably to eat her easy catch now that she was done with him. Garret watched as Krampus walked over to him after setting its bag down before squatting before him and gently ran a claw against his cheek. She had no malice in her eyes instead they glistened as she took in her prized catch with her gaze pausing on his exposed groin. She licked her lips and clambered over Garret, positioning her wet snatch over his crotch as she was ready for round two.

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--• 1 Year Later •--

Garret sat slouched against the cave's wall, his sunken eyes watching the sun disappear over the horizon as he prepared for yet another night in what had become of his life. His clothes were tattered and ill fitting to his diminutive size. Krampus fed him daily to ensure he lived but with being trapped to the stone wall he had lost most, if not all, of his muscle mass.

Small goat bleats could be heard from deeper in the cave as they stirred awake. First, a half dozen juvenile Krampusse waddled on out over to Garret followed by their mother who dubbed her swollen, once again pregnant, belly. Her engorged tits dripped milk onto the stone floor of the cave leaving a trail behind her as she walked over to her children’s father. She knelt in front of Garret and scooped one of her teats in her hands, lifting it to his face.

Garret knew better now than to refuse the meals she offered him so he reluctantly opened his mouth and accepted the thick throbbing nipple. She moaned as Garret greedily suckled his fair share of milk while she scooped up one of Garret’s half-Krampus, half-human children and fed it with her other teat. Garret was actually rather happy to be being fed Krampus milk, which had a rather sweet yet fishy taste to it, as before she had begun lactating she had decided to feed him whatever raw meat she could scrounge up each night. And, seeing as she was pregnant with their second litter of children, she no longer left the cave to hunt which meant she had more time to care to their children and find some spare time to ‘bond’ with Garret some more.

Once Garret and their children had been fed his ‘wife’ sat down next to him and cuddled into him. Her fur was one of the softest and warmest things Garret had felt in his life and although Krampus was a hulking monster who could easily gut him if so chose to he felt some sort of comfort with her as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head between her bosom. With her belly pressed up against him he could feel his children kick about in their mother’s belly which oddly filled him with a sense of pride but… that was probably just the stockholm syndrome speaking.