Ultimate Xmas Gift

It is known as the last frontier, the last great chapter in the American Northwest. Alaska is the largest state in the country with an area twice that of Texas. Located about 60 miles northeast of Fairbanks is the small town of Kenata and it is like most American small towns as it is not a true Alaskan small town populated by a large Inuit population. A long 2 lane blacktop highway leads out to this small town and ends there. Beyond it, the only way in or out is on trails and dirt roads where 4 wheel drive is a necessity. An anthro grew up here and lived here for most of his life. His name is Phoenix Damascus “Damien” Drake. He has moved south of here, but not by too much. He now lives in Washington state, outside of Olympia in another small town called Dante.
Phoenix is an anthro fox, with a quiet demeanor. He is tall and has fur dyed black every 6 months to maintain the color. He stands 6'9, and weighs 230lbs and is well built and owes it to his dragon heritage on his mother's side. His parents had been killed and he had been in and out of foster care for years until he finally got old enough and left the state. He had seen the elites, but had little interest in signing up as he had no real desire to go and visit other countries and cities aside from Melbourne, Australia. That would take time and money, the money he didn't have but he had time. He gets a job in downtown Olympia and makes an 80 mile commute there and back everyday. And his vehicle does no good on gas, a 1986 Ford Bronco full-size with a custom made 45 gallon tank and it gets at best 18mpg. But considering where Phoenix resides, the truck does have a use. He lives 25 miles off the main road and 35 miles from the closest town in a large mansion like cabin in the middle of the woods overlooking Chesapeake Bay. The road, which is more of a Jeep trail, needs a vehicle with major four wheel drive such as an old Bronco.
This day is like no other, Phoenix has just read an email sent to him by one of his twin sisters, both of whom still live in central Alaska. He is able to keep in constant contact with them through this way. Outside of what he writes in the emails, he doesn't talk to anyone much. He is a very quiet person and will speak only when spoken to.....sometimes. He has a sharp temper and can be easily provoked into a fight and is not known for losing. Especially when people talk trash about his truck or his car. His car is pure muscle, a 1992 Pontiac Firebird with extensive engine modifications done and can walk a Dodge Viper like it's standing still. As he walks outside his home, he checks the tarp that his car is under and makes certain that is car is safe and secure. This is a habit as he had owned the car when he actually lived in Olympia and it had been stolen twice.
He moved from Olympia out into the boondocks for many reasons. One reason was to escape the amount of crime that took place in some of the areas of a big city, and Olympia was no exception to that. Another reason was he liked the country and he really enjoyed his privacy. But of course, the most prominent one was a reason he never spoke of and is a good reason why he rarely talks. He prefers larger girls to all others, and he had dated off and on trying to find Mrs. Right without any luck. Of course, he kept trying....you can't blame him for that as he was steadfastly determined. Unfortunately, that also led to a rescue and three girls fighting over him. Of course this could either be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the situation. Unfortunately for Phoenix, they wanted him because he was like a dream come true. He thought he might see a dreadful fight or something so he figured that perhaps he could be shared, since all three were close friends and all three wanted him. This settled things down. But, here's the kicker....none of the three girls were heavy. A coonette, skunkette and vixen and none fit his standard when it came to looks. But all three certainly had potential as far as Phoenix was concerned and possibly he could work something out. One night as he slept though, they got curious and had been trying to get him at a point where he couldn't keep his hands off of them, so they looked for evidence to find out what made him tick. The vixen found a porno magazine and discovered Phoenix's hidden desire and the three put it in his face in a very public place in a very humiliating manner and Phoenix was hurt but also lost his temper and he hurt at least one of them very badly. After that, he just packed up and left the area and now steered clear of females, though he desperately desired the company of one.
Halfway to the city, Phoenix pulls up behind a Corvette convertible with 2 vixens inside it. Girls that appeared to be much younger then he is and driving a car close to 35,000 dollars in price as it was not a new model but it was not very old either, 4-5 years maybe tops. Phoenix waits behind the sports car when the light turns green and the Vette makes a left turn as Phoenix heads straight.
It is almost 7am by the time Phoenix arrives in Olympia. He started work at eight and worked till 6 in the afternoon and then headed home. It is an hour and a half drive into Olympia and Phoenix is often asked why he moved away from his place of work, but he never answers the question. In fact he avoids it, most of his coworkers had heard rumors about an event that had happened in a fancy restaurant and were hesitant to ask him as they all knew of his temper. They also knew he'd go out of his way to help people, and didn't like losing his cool but sometimes it just happened. The most common reason was someone pushing him the wrong way too much, as he often kept a good handle on himself but would fight if that was what was really wanted.
One coworker of his looks towards him and knows that the rumors were in fact true, and did not think big girls were true targets of affection and felt that Phoenix had gotten what he deserved. The coworker nods to a couple of buddies, all of course knew Phoenix's temper and figured they'd get him fired by provoking him to fight.
“You like big girls....more like whales. They shouldn't be fucked....unless it is fucked up!” he states and Phoenix tightens his fist and the tools in his hand break like pencils. One of the coworker's buddies takes a step back as the coworker continues the taunting and then shoves Phoenix and his arm is grabbed and broken in six different places. The other three move towards Phoenix and two are grabbed as another is kicked. The two that Phoenix held felt insignificant and he tosses one aside and then crushes the windpipe of the other and tosses that one aside. A sharp sense of pain rocks Phoenix as he turns to see the one he had kicked had grabbed a large tool and stabbed Phoenix in the back. Phoenix grabbed him and then throws him through a nearby window and pulls the tool out and stabs the 4th in the gut and then grabs his tools and leaves.
Phoenix's boss had seen the fight and was astonished that Phoenix had been able to do such feats and take a stab injury like that. The truth was that the injury was severe and it was Phoenix's adrenaline that kept him going. Once the adrenaline wore off, Phoenix felt the effects of the injury and had shortness of breath. He was in tears for having been pushed that far over the limit and he knew he had killed at least one person in a fit of rage.
6 months after the brawl, Phoenix had left Olympia for good and plays songs in a bar in Dante. He works 4 days a week and spends the other three days at home. He keeps quiet and shows up early on Thursday to watch a sports car race on the Speed channel. He plays songs with the band, often putting his skills with a guitar to use and very rarely singing. He had an excellent voice and one night a new crowd asks for Linkin Park, so they play and Phoenix takes lead on his parts....
“I Tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter, I had to fall to lose it all....but in the end it doesn't even matter.” and a pause as he waits for his lead “I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter...I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end it doesn't even matter. I've put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go, for all this there's one thing you should know. I've put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go, for all this there's only one thing you should know. I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter. I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end it doesn't even matter.” and his real voice is heard and people cannot believe that someone with such a voice can keep so quiet.
After the song, people start asking him questions and everything, why he doesn't have a girlfriend and he becomes overwhelmed and bolts out to his truck after unhooking his guitar. He shifts into reverse and floors it and then after shifting into drive, he speeds off. Tears were in his eyes as the lyrics sounded more like his life and he is having trouble seeing the road and turns onto his 25 mile driveway and the dust is kicked up behind his truck.
Once he stops, he exits the truck and bangs his fist on the hood. He didn't like getting crowded or pushed. He was still emotionally fragile both with anger and sadness. He refuses to go back and play and starts working at a local garage. Avoiding people whenever possible and becoming even more reclusive. He picks up smoking and drinking as his heart tears more and more. Every passing day leaves him colder and more outcast. He still gives up time and offers money and helps out whenever he can.
After the town forgets about him and sees him as just another person, a strange person, but still....he starts interacting a little more. Now he just keeps silent at all times, not uttering a single word. He goes through by just existing and he helps out at the local church and does show faith in god, but many people can't understand why he refuses to speak.
A year has passed and one day Phoenix is watching a band play at the church, he is asked to sing and reluctantly agrees to sing. Tears fill his eyes as he goes over the lyrics and sings, he is having trouble singing the words and is forced to his knees halfway through the song, unable to sing anymore. The preacher and a fellow musician help to comfort him. But it does little and he leaves the building and sits down outside, feeling so alone in the world. He has never felt worse and he heads back inside after bringing himself back together and he sits in the back away from the staring eyes.
The day progresses as events are put together for the little kids, both anthro and human. Phoenix watches from a chair beside his Firebird and he keeps silent and sees something that forces him to his feet. He moves and grabs a child and tossing her behind him, he is knocked to the ground by a bear. The bear bites into him as he grabs a knife he had in his belt loop and gouges out an eye and his arm is then chewed on as he kicks the bear and fights it, screaming at the kids to move away as several other adults come to help him.
Several tense moments later, the bear is distracted and Phoenix jabs his knife into the jugular and pushes the beast off of him. He was bloody from the attack and his left arm was in shreds and his legs and groin area had received a good thrashing and he was rushed to the hospital, getting out after a few nights stay.
Far above, an elf had seen Phoenix's act of selflessness and was duly impressed and figured perhaps something could be done to make this person feel accepted. But Phoenix was a tricky person, and very little was really known about him. So choosing something to help this person become happy would be tough. People that are willing to die to save someone else are saints, but if they are not happy then there is something wrong and it must be remedied. The elf can see into the soul and knows this person will never turn evil, but does note that Phoenix's unhappiness is attributed to loneliness and determines a female is the solution and that Phoenix just keeps clear and avoids them, as if he feels he is not a worthwhile cause for any female.
Looking up Phoenix's past, the elf can see that Phoenix has not celebrated Christmas since he has been 15 years old and he often has little joy in anything other then the food part when it comes to Christmas. The elf also sees several events that chill his spine, Phoenix has had anger issues and notes that Phoenix probably prefers heavier girls, but because of how intent the United States is on keeping thin and how the country seems to work, that sort of desire is considered damning and he was outcast and exiled. So he just exiled himself from females and his heart is slowly being eaten away. His body now thoroughly scarred from the fight with the bear and his confidence is even lower because of it. The one thing the elf sees is only three females that Phoenix has gotten the closest to. The three that had humiliated him and sent him on this downward spiral, and the elf is also able to see what had happened to them because of what they did. Injuries received in Phoenix's blinding rage caused him to avoid female contact and this now ate at his emotions. The elf figures maybe he can help Phoenix out and possibly in a manner never before attempted.
Phoenix is at his home and unable to work because of the injuries as he needs time to heal. He opens up his cellar and finds his liquor storage and grabbing some bottles, he heads back upstairs. He felt good for having saved a child, but he still felt outcast and now felt he couldn't bear to show himself to anyone. Deep gashes and nasty wounds across his chest and legs and a set of claw marks across his face, one eye permanently destroyed leaving him with no depth perception.
Phoenix begins drinking and starts a binge. Finishing one bottle, he tosses it aside and hearing it shatter, he has little care. The hours pass him by and he has gotten completely drunk, so drunk he can't even open a door. The next day he wakes up after having passed out and feels sick, as he knows he has a hangover. He walks outside and starts chopping wood in the cold air.
Months pass as Phoenix selects trees and cuts them down, then he cuts the logs into smaller pieces to be used for firewood. He keeps twigs in a storage area for kindling and often has trouble with mice, which he will sometimes catch and cook for food. After stocking up on wood, he heads out to hunt some deer and finds some success.
Phoenix cleans the meat and prepares it to be stored in a freezer for winter food. He looks out the window and sees the first snowfall of the season and heads off to the store to stock up on dry goods and other foods. This was his routine as a lot of times he would get stranded out in the woods because of the snowfall and he would have to rely on what food he had or what he could catch.
Phoenix looks at the calender one day and sees it is less then a week till Christmas and outside it is pitch black and snow has covered the landscape. The icy cold chill can be felt even inside a cabin with a rich and warm fire going. Phoenix just looks outside and knows he won't be going anywhere. He hasn't been able to drive out for a week because of the snow. This was nothing new and as he sits at his desk, he can smell the different scents given off by the different kinds of wood as they burn in the fire.
Later that night, Phoenix is asleep at his desk resting his head on his hands. A porno magazine near his head with BBWs on the pages, the book wide open as he had been reading it when he dozed off. A hand reaches down and picks the magazine up, the sound of the paper ruffling startles Phoenix and the magazine is dropped to the floor. An elf stands before him, though Phoenix cannot tell and only sees a man.
The elf puts his hands up to show he means no harm and he sits down in a chair across the room “Phoenix Drake.....hard to read, but I see what you like.” he says and sees a sign of emotional distress cross the fox's face. “Relax, relax....I meant nothing by it. Everybody has their own preference and there is nothing wrong with it. I know you greatly desire to be with a nice female of a certain size or larger and I can tell you that good things do come to those that wait.” and Phoenix hisses, this is something he had heard time and time again. He stands up sharply, his chair falling down. The elf gets a little nervous “I am here on behalf of my employer, the big man.” and he sees a question mark cross Phoenix's face “Santa Claus.....and he has determined that you are destined to have a gift given to you. Just a little token of appreciation.” and it was obvious Phoenix was not believing a word of it.
“I do not know who you are....but Santa Claus is not real, and if he does want to give me something.....what the fuck took him so long!? Living like this with nothing to help me or anything!! I didn't want to be outcast or have these anger issues!!” he states on the verge of crying and the elf decided perhaps he give Phoenix a little proof he was as he said. With a flick of the wrist, the elf who was male is now female and with all the proper goods. Phoenix, who had been angry was now bewildered and a little confused and then the elf female walks around into the other room and then back out weighing almost triple what she had and Phoenix's jaw drops. “Well...this is only a taste....” and with that she was gone.
Phoenix shook his head and looks to see the magazine on his desk and not on the floor and sighs, figuring he had just had a dream. This made him feel much worse, as now dreams were starting to seem better then reality. He went back to sleep, but never encountered the little elfette again, of course she wasn't exactly little when she had disappeared.
The next morning, Phoenix gets some things together to prepare a Christmas dinner for one. It was the day before Christmas Eve, but he was just going to get rip roaring drunk and forget Christmas ever happened. Phoenix sets up a lobster, and while it cooks, he prepares some shrimp and a few mussels. He always had a seafood dinner for Christmas, as he could rarely afford it and it took little time to prepare. He had a salad already and once everything is cooked and on the table, he prays. Christmas was the only time he ever prayed before eating as it was a habit he had. He looks at the table, he had other chairs but they were spare firewood essentially if it got too cold and wood stores ran low as it had happened before. Spring would always come before he got to the chairs, but it was only a matter of time before a bad winter would set in and the chairs would be no more.
The next day, there were plenty of leftovers as there typically was since he was the only one that lived there. That same night he had already many bottles of alcohol and started drinking more. Soon he walked into the bedroom and simply plopped down onto the bed. He was asleep soon after and in the other room, inside the kitchen. The elf shows up, still female as she had found she liked it better and being so fat felt quite nice as well. She opens the door to the outside and three figures enter the cabin, the elf makes a notion to be quiet and sets to work preparing a breakfast.
Early the next morning, Phoenix is awakened by the smells and sounds of something cooking. He yawns and groans as he rubs his stomach, a hangover as a testament to what happened the night before. He walks sleepily into the other room and hears a shuffling of feet. The elf had left by this time, but the three figures were still present. Phoenix sees traces that something had been cooked and he sees the table and his eyes get as wide as dinner plates. There before him sat a feast big enough to feed a small dragon. Almost all he had in storage at least had been prepared, he then sees 4 coffee mugs. His name is clear as a bell on one. The other three have names too “Danielle, Diana, Leslie.” he mutters and thinks as he recognizes those names and it hits him. And almost instantly he hears a sound behind him and turns to see the coonette, skunkette and vixen or Leslie, Danielle and Diana respectively. He was shocked that they had come back, but not as shocked as how they looked. They were all huge, 900lbs plus by his guess. Each one wore a brightly colored kimono with a bow tied to them, and from the looks of it, it appeared that the bow was what was use to tie the kimonos as the strap wouldn't go around their bellies. Each one had a pair of breasts that probably each had their own zip code and they could easily create a country of their flesh. Granted, 900lbs ain't big enough for that....but there are three girls at at least 900lbs apiece. Nearly 2 and a half tonnes of weight and Phoenix had a burned in mark tattoo on his wrist and so did each of the girls. A ring on each ring finger and the cotton sash of draconic marriage for eternal partners. The only thing that hadn't taken place was the ceremonial meal....and now the feast made sense....a smile crosses his muzzle for the first time in a long time. The radio turns on and “Girls, Girls, Girls” begins playing and he laughs....