Shayla was just minding her business as much as a VERY modestly-sized Zigzagoon could during the holidays, wearing a mistletoe necklace that her lovely boyfriend Archer picked out. Suddenly, the sky split open with a loud crack, and the air around her went from breezy and cool to stifling hot. For a few glorious seconds, the horizon filled with the boundless dazzling fur of a beyond enormous golden Arcanine... before he shrunk down to a more reasonable size. A signature red coat just barely contained a physique far wider than Shayla's own, while a floofy tail twice as thick as the two of them together pounded the ground.

Ritchie opened his mouth, ready to share a season's greeting he prepared for all the beefiest folks in his former realm, but a faint stretching sound stopped him from uttering a word. Shayla looked towards the majestic beast in a panic, her bushy striped tail standing straight on end. Already, she could see her shoulder rising to hide the Arcanine's innocent tusk-lined face, feel her arm swelling on a collision course with the hunk's shrink-wrapped pecs... and smell the most incredible blend of cinnamon and smoke she had ever smelled. Each hurried breath of that unbelievable musk only barely kept her now lop-sided beef from becoming even more lop-sided, her already double-wide frame racing to bump the brute's body and absorb his godly essence directly.

Ritchie let out a bass-baritone whine as the brown-furred beef kept on rising beside him. It was his first trip home since he became more than a mere musclebound 'Mon, and home clearly wasn't quite ready for him.

"But I didn't even give you my present yet..."

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A huge thanks to  mimic12455 for drawing this non-canonical encounter between two of my Poke-hulks. I'm hoping I can expand (heh) on their antics next year, but eh, who knows. Enjoy!