Title: [21:37] dion_westford: *The small mouseboi was curled up underneath the Christmas tree, ready to intercept Santa when he time
Author: Student
Company: Remington College

[21:37] dion_westford: *The small mouseboi was curled up underneath the Christmas tree, ready to intercept Santa when he time was right...He'd giggle, watching closely at the trap he had set up...Milk and Cookies nearby so he knew when to strike...he was finally going to catch Santa...Finally!  Little Bobby Jones was ready!*
[21:47] thetwisteddragon: *Minutes would pass, then hours would pass until the clock said it was -just- a few minutes into morning and the boy would hear a sudden thump... then a series of thumps and clops until something gently seemed to slide across the roof and come to a rest. There'd come another thump, then the sound of footsteps nearing the fireplace, if there was any doubt about just what was up there it should surely be gone now. Suddenly a sparkly glow would come blowing through the chimney and out into the livingroom, a brilliant swirl of those sparkles forming before they vanished just as suddenly as they appeared, leaving behind that iconic figure. He stood there in his black boots and red garb while a giant velvet sack rested at his side tied with a golden rope. Up above that white bearded muzzle, chilly rosy cheeks and red cap finally blew away any doubts, this kind faced chubby dragon just -had- to be Santa Claus! Being the jolly snack fiend he was he'd turn to the plate and smile, even after hundreds of years of this he never tired of the sweet treats, taking a few with a deep soft chuckle*
[21:49] dion_westford: *He'd gasp at the clops and noises above, then fell deathly silent until he finally saw the dragon appear...he'd watch him take some cookies, and quickly crawled out from underneath the tree, accusingly pointing at him* I...I finally found you!!!
[21:53] thetwisteddragon: Oh!? *exclaimed the dragon as he lept back cookie still in paw, even if the boy seemed hidden well enough the jolly dragon's exclaimation seemed a little.. rehearsed, it was far from the first time a little cub had stayed up to catch Santa* Oh-ho my, seems someone's caught me red handed. *he'd say with a tickled chuckle, that all too familar "hohoho!" filling the room* Hmm... lets see... *said the dragon as he leaned in, examining that face* Little... Bobby is it? Bobby Jones? *he'd smirk*
[21:54] dion_westford: *He'd gasp, eyes widening.* It...It IS you!  OH, Santa!!  *He'd giggle happily, hugging the big, pudgy dragon around his belly.*
[21:58] thetwisteddragon: *Those little arms were instantly warmed by that soft belly, the white bearded dragon smelling of peppermint and the winter air. He'd chuckle and pat that head, a bit tickled with the boy's sudden excitement, that too he never got tired of* So it is. Now lets see... *he'd say as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a list, THE list, relatively short in size but it seemed just keep curling into itself as he scrolled through the names with his gloved paws* Jones.. Jones... ah, here they are. Now Bobby... oh... oh that's not good Bobby. Now be honest with Santa, have you been a good boy this year?... *he questioned the boy with a raised eyebrow*
[22:00] dion_westford: *He'd blink a bit, looking up at him with a slightly worried expression, as he'd nod slowly.* Y...Yes, sir...I've been a very, very good boy...I promise!!
[22:04] thetwisteddragon: Hmm... *the warm voiced dragon hummed as he looked at the little rodent, examining his expression* Now don't lie to Santa, the list never lies! *he'd say as he turned the seemingly magical list to the boy, his name there flashing in red, on paper, with the note "Naughty" along side it* Don't lie again or Santa will have to put you in his naughty sack where he keeps all the bad boys and girls.
[22:05] dion_westford: *He'd gasp, eyes widening as he saw his name on the naughty list, whimpering loudly.* N...no!!!  I mean it!  I've been good!  I...I'm not a bad boy!!!
[22:09] thetwisteddragon: *Santa seemed pretty flustered by the boy's brazen lie, his kind expression turning to that of a scolding one* Bobby Jones! I gave you a chance to be a good boy and tell the truth, now it's time to go to Santa's naughty sack! *said the dragon as he touched the tip of his nose with his finger, sparkles surrounding little Bobby and levitating him clear off the ground as a glow came from withen the normally jolly old dragon's trousers, a sudden swell appearing from withen*
[22:10] dion_westford: *He'd gasp, and whimper loudly, squirming about as he' suddenly floating*N...no!!!  Santa, no!!!  I...I'm a good boy!!!  A...A good boy!!!!  Please don't!!!
[22:14] thetwisteddragon: *It was then those trousers would rip clean down the middle and out flopped the largest and increasingly larger cock and balls the boy had ever seen, the white foreskin of the shaft slowly rolling back as it rose from his balls, the entire area surrounded by those golden sparkles, highlighting the veins of his package along with that pure white bush that warmly surrounded it* Such a naughty -naughty- boy, even lying now, lying to Santa!
[22:15] dion_westford: *He'd gasp, beginning to cry as he sees this sight before him, whimpering as he'd squirm more and more, yet couldn't fight that powerful magic.* No!!!  I...I'm a good boy...!!  I don't wanna be naughty!!!  M...Mommy!!!  Daddy!!! H..Help me!!
[22:20] thetwisteddragon: *The boy drifted closer as those loins grew larger, those massive nuts swollen into two monstrous watermelons, surface distending constantly with little hands, feet and faces while that cock drew ever closer, well over four feet and quite thick, the rosy head throbbing for the boy* It's no use Bobby, they're sound asleep and will stay sound asleep until Santa has you tucked away. Speaking of tucked... *he'd trail off as the boy's bed seemed to just float on by, his velvet sack opening and swallowing it up, all his furniture, toys and earthly possessions drifting by into Santa's bottomless bag* I would think these would make a needy child very happy, don't you Bobby?
[22:22] dion_westford: *He'd gasp, watching as all of his things began to go into that bag, crying more.* N..no!!!!  M..My toys!!!  My stuff!!  M..Mommy!!! Daddy!!!!  *He'd look to Santa...whining* I...I'm sorry!!!!
[22:26] thetwisteddragon: You had plenty of chances to be good this year and I gave you two more, no amount of sorries are going to get you out of Santa's naughty sack. *he scolded once more, those things still drifting by as the mouse felt something warm and wet around his tail. Seconds later the slippery lips of Santa's swollen endowment would be kissing that little behind, the rosy cheeked dragon grunting as the boy was pushed back against his member, the slit suddenly spreading open to swallow up the mouse boy's butt* Mmmf... Santa's very disappointed in you...
[22:30] dion_westford: *He'd yipe, and scream bloody murder as he felt and saw that cock starting to slurp up his small, adorable mousie rear, Little Bobby Jones crying hysterically in fear as he'd squirm and struggle, trying to get free* Nooo!!!!
[22:36] thetwisteddragon: *But it was no use, he'd continue to steadily sink away into the fat dragon's fat dick like sinking into quicksand, deeper and deeper he'd sink the more he struggled, the boy eventually folded in half until those knees touched his chest* Mmph... oh my... S-santa needs to practice a little more between Christmas... *he'd groan as boy's calves were slowly brought up as he sunk deeper still most all of his things having passed by and vanished into that sack* Your parents are m-... much kinder than you naughty boy so they-...ey'll be spared the grief of losing you... once inside Santa's naughty sack you'll be forgotten by anyone you ever met... the world will be a little... nicer.
[22:38] dion_westford: *He'd whimper, crying more and more, tears streaming down his face as he'd violently struggle, screaming still as he saw the last of his possessions go into that sack, and he'd continue to sink into that fat cock.*
[22:43] thetwisteddragon: *Soon enough the naughty boy felt the warmth of Santa's cock creeping up against his neck, the lewl sounds of sucking and squishing filling his ears as it began to take his head and ankles, forcing his arms out straight, soon to be the last thing hanging out of that hungry dick* Time to see the other naughty boys in Sa-...aaanta's sack... *he'd trail off as the last of those trinkets vanished into the velvet sack, the sash tying itself shut, after all there were no presents to deliver here*
[22:54] dion_westford: *He'd cry still, muffled by the cock, hands opening and closing, as if trying to find something to grab to pull him out.*
[23:00] thetwisteddragon: *A few more moments would pass before those desperate hands vanished between the lips of that massive cock, the boy's bulge drifting down deeper into the dragon's loins until he'd feel multiple hands pull and tug on his tail, suddenly quickening his descent into that musky orb, the moans and cries of countless children filling his ears. Before he could make a peep both orifices were plugged up tight with cock, a couple crammed in his maw while one -thick- member suddenly sunk up his tight hole, his own meager offerings already being fondled and toyed with in the hot musky mess of an orgy, he could barely see let alone know who all was doing this to him, he was practically blind the literal cluster fuck*
[23:01] dion_westford: *He'd glurk, crying out as his rear was plugged up, and then soon had some multiple cocks in his muzzle, making him unable to speak...hell, he couldn't see.*
[23:10] thetwisteddragon: *At first their lustful "advances" would seem strange but slowly something would begin to effect the boy as the musk of Santa's seed and the boys' sweat filled his nose, making him numb and tingly all over, ungodly sensitive to pleasure yet unable to pass out. Meanwhile outside the jolly dragon would chuckle as his loins shrunk once again, his pants magically hemming themselves like new as he grabbed his bag* Santa's work here is done. *he'd say to himself, hmm'ing as he spied those cookies once again, munching on the few that remained, brushing the crumbs from his beard before drinking down the milk, that on top of his loins having a new occupant really made the trip down the chimney, the dragon chuckling heartily as he vanished back up the chimney and made his way to his sleigh, patting his groin on the way back as the reindeer watched, smirking* Naughty naughty. *he chuckled as he hopped in his seat and whipped the reins, taking off into the sky to complete his duty*