Krampus' Biggest Nightmare Part 4 (Patreon)

And ending our last sequence of 2021, Krampus threw his weight around on Christmas night, and Yule is making sure his efforts are appreciated. Happy New Year, and thanks for the support!

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Krampus couldn't believe the beast he saw in the mirror. He had become the biggest, and definitely the strongest, Black Santa the Tokyo Santa School had ever seen. Krampus was a hulking brute, by every conceivable measure- the floor buckled, the ground cracked whenever he walked, his trunk-like legs alone strong and bulky enough to shake the earth. But even at that, packed with enough sheer mass to outweigh most other Santas in his legs alone, Krampus' gigantic, mountainous upper body dwarfed his legs. His arms alone were a sight to behold- his biceps were bigger than other Santa's sacks, dwarfing his head, and matched with anvil-like triceps that billowed out at the slightest move of his gigantic limbs. The mountain range of his shoulders peaked over his horns, forcing Krampus into a hunch by the sheer bulk of them.

Or perhaps he was being weighed down by the immense, heaving bulk of his sprawling canyon of a chest, wedged against his thickened jaw. They vastly overshadowed the cobblestone abs, and matched only by the bulging, sprawling landscape of his back- solid enough to launch a whole fleet of sleighs off of. There was a lumbering gait to him now, clumsy, but solid and oddly balanced- the vastness of his strength more than compensated to the loss of agility or deftness. Every part of him had changed; his fangs and tusks were bigger, sharper- his claws like daggers. He was truly monstrous- he should be the perfect Black Santa, a nightmare to any naughty children, the ultimate tool to scare them straight.

So why didn't he feel scary?

It was the day after Christmas, and even though Krampus had more than earned his second chance, he had one of the slowest Christmases on record. He had only been called to a dozen kids- all of them rotten little brats, to be sure, and all of them he had been given the scaring of a lifetime. Deep down, he was particularly proud of ripping a metal safe in half like he was cracking an egg, just to force one kid to return all the stolen swag he had hidden away. But only twelve kids? That was an embarrassingly low number.

Yule groaned as he walked into the room, the reindeer looking moments away from passing out- but he did perk up considerably seeing the nearly naked, hulking Krampus uncertainly flexing at the mirror.

"Oh! Yule- where've you been?"

"I just got in… ugh. Biggest night I've ever had," Yule said, flopping into Krampus' thick hands, letting himself be cradled by the beast's swollen arms.

"Oh, uh…" Krampus' huge shoulders slumped. "G-good for you…"

Yule quirked an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"I… I didn't have a good night…" Krampus rumbled. "Only… twelve."

Yule blinked. "Kram… do you mean you could only find twelve naughty kids?"

"Yeah…"

The reindeer giggled, reaching up to boop Krampus' snout. "You didn't stop to think why you couldn't find more naughty children?" He laughed again at the beastly Black Santa's bewildered look. "You scared them all before Christmas, silly! We've never seen such a big swing to the nice list!"

"I- uh- what?" Kram sputtered in disbelief.

"Yeah! All these stories about the mean, nasty Krampus hitting the gym- becoming bigger, stronger- able to beat up the bogeyman? You made a record!"

"I- I did?" Krampus gasped, his immense chest inflating and pushing up against Yule.

"You betcha, big guy! And…" Yule snapped his fingers, using just a bit of his own Christmas magic to make a sprig of mistletoe sprout just above Krampus head. "I would really love to show you my appreciation…"

Flushed, Krampus gently lifted Yule up, and the reindeer gave him a quick kiss that made the beast's chest hair fluff up. "Uh… M-merry Christmas, Yule."

"Merry Christmas, Kram."