"He's nuts!" Jared thought as he curved his shaggy body into a semi-circle and stared at his furry sheath.
He'd certainly had better Christmas surprises.
Jared took some comfort in that, as long as he didn't get himself excited, he could hide his cock within the fur-covered sheath. Of course, telling himself not to get excited produced almost the opposite effect. Now that he knew he had his human cock back, his curiosity made him want to see it again.
He moved his snout closer and sniffed, tickling the sensitive fur and causing some stirring. He would have explored more, but the scent of fresh-baked gingerbread mingled malodorously with rotting fruit, interrupting and causing every single hair in his furry coat to stand on end.
"Böser Junge." He heard a lilting rasp of a voice in his head.
Jared started with the cloven feet in the snow, but as he lifted his eyes he felt a jolt of shock. Where he had been expecting to see the jackal-headed god he saw a demonic figure with long horns, diabolical features, and the legs of a goat.
"Oh great," Jared thought. "One of Wepwawet's freakin' cousins."
The lilting rasp changed to a psychic shout that left Jared's brain thoroughly scrambled to the extent that he was left completely at the mercy of the sheepdog's instincts and inclinations. "I am not kin to that abominable being!"
The dog whimpered and groveled at the feet of the Grampus as the being radiated a cold anger. "That is better, Kleiner junge."
The hybrid creature reached with talon-tipped fingers and raked the fur on the sheepdog's head. He then turned and reached behind him to remove a sack that he carried on his back. "Grampus likes little boys."
The dog, despite some misgivings, wagged its hindquarters and dropped its mouth open to drool and smile.
"Netter hund," the being said. "Nice doggie."
Meanwhile, Jared felt like he had tumbled into a deep pit as he listened to the echoes of the being's words as it spoke to the sheepdog.
"Nice doggie will come with Krampus." A forked tongue slithered from the being's open mouth as the being rubbed its hands together with glee. "Krampus will have use for this Kleiner junge."
The creature cackled. "Bad boy," and stared at the tip of Jared's human cock peeking from its furry sheath.
The creature opened wide its large sack, giving the dog a glimpse of a deep, dark abyss within the sack.
In the next instant, the creature grabbed the dog's collar and began to pull the struggling animal toward the sack.
"Get into the sack, Kleiner junge," the creature ordered. "You will go home with the Krampus for being a bad boy."
Jared really didn't want to get into the sack as he struggled in the grasp of the ancient Christmas demon. The depths of the sack seemed to suck up all the light.
"Let me go!" Jared barked. "Help! Somebody save me!"
"Be quiet!" The Krampus struck the teenager's brain with another psychic blast that left him reeling. "You've been a bad boy, and you belong to Krampus now."
Jared's head hurt as he groped in the dark to put simple thoughts together.
The demon cackled and moved the squirming sheepdog closer to the interior of the sack.