Content Warning! // This story contains vore! Viewer discretion is HIGHLY advised. I rubbed the lump on my head as my grandfather yelled into my ear while my little sister cried over her broken doll. I glared at him before yelling “What was that for?!” He simply glared back at me “You know very well why you got that lump you horrid little cretin. To torture your sister like that, and on Christmas Eve too. Imagine what Santa Claus would think to here of this.” I scoffed “You can’t guilt me with that story, Grandpa. Everyone knows Santa is just some made up story to trick kids into being good.” “So, don’t think getting presents for being on your best behavior is good enough for you? Well, it’s a good thing there’s ANOTHER reason you should avoid that naughty list. Santa’s lesser-known partner, Krampus!” he waved his arms dramatically to try and be intimidating. I simply Googled it on my phone “You mean this goat dude?” I asked as I showed him the Wikipedia article. He sighed before