'Twas Christmas once more on a cold, silent night,
The land once again bathed in winter’s delight.
Saint Nick made his rounds, had delivered his toys
To the utter delight of the world’s girls and boys.
But as the moon rose, the long day all but done,
Such was the time when adults had their fun.
For the mischievous Ginger and her precious Holly,
The scene was all set for a magical folly.

On the floor of her room, stripped bare, tightly bound,
Though eagerly squirming, Holly made not a sound.
A ribbon of crimson had kept her arms stayed -
Her cheeks were now flushing a similar shade.
With chocolate smeared ‘cross her well-padded body,
Whatever she’d planned was undoubtedly naughty.
And above this sweet gift did another girl stand,
Mistletoe clasped in her delicate hand.
Wrapped in an outfit of scarlet and green,
Ginger completed the ravishing scene.
The first Christmas night since becoming her wife -
She’d make it one that they’d remember for life.

“You shouldn’t have,” the blonde girl teased gingerly,
“This gift’s far too nice for somebody like me.”
Though for the shy Holly responding was rough,
Her smitten expression said more than enough.
Their whole night was hers to do with as she wished -
And those flushed cheeks were just begging to be squished.
With a wry smile, Ginger laughed and said “Please,
You must at least know what to do under these.”
Seeing her play with the mistletoe leaf,
Holly was met with a wave of relief.
With zero suspicion of something amiss,
She shut her eyes tight and prepared for a kiss.
Only Ginger knew, as her jaws opened wide,
That was the last she’d see of the outside.

This kiss sure was taking quite awfully long -
Holly started to wonder if something was wrong.
They hadn’t yet locked lips as Ginger had said,
But now she felt something surrounding her head.
What on earth was this mysterious sensation?
Some strange and unknown wet and warm situation.
The girl at long last opened up her large eyes,
Revealing the truth of her lover’s surprise.
A lifelong pred, Holly never thought it real
That she could one day become somebody’s meal.
And at that, not just any predator, but
To be packed into her beloved Ginger’s gut!
This Christmas had seen every last table turn -
Just a little too late for the new prey to learn.

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Part 2: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1085056

This story is a spiritual successor to last year's Christmas post, which can be found here:
https://aryion.com/g4/view/966336

Writing a Christmas-themed vore story is one thing, but making it rhyme at the same time... it was a very fun challenge, and I hope you enjoyed the result.

Art done by the incredibly talented  xXNatsumeraXx!