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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

I can't help it, I'm loving these weird Christmas stories.

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"Please, no more...I need a break..." The horse huffed and grunted from under the large polar bear woman bouncing in his lap. The heavy falls of the buxom bear causing the sleigh to jostle and shake as it skated through the air, sleighbells jingling merrily.

"Told you we should've taken that wolf instead, hon" Santa chuckled as he looked over at the pleading look in the horses' eyes. Huffing himself as a slender black furred rabbit buck had his face forced up and down along the big bears throbbing length, his ears caught in Santa's left hand while the bears other held tightly onto the reigns of his sleigh. The rabbits' protests being ignored by the jovial ursine, paying no attention to the claws scratching at his inner thighs while he used the rabbit's mouth for his pleasure.

"Yeah, but the horse had the bigger dick though..." Mary responded with a huff and slow grind of her hips down against her captive audience, pressing his face deep into her plush white cleavage. "Besides, he's only made me cum twice, but the selfish prick has nutted in me five times...it's not fair" she bemoaned, giving him a few last pumps of her hips when she felt his cock softening, even despite her little twinkles of magic.

"Wolves are known for their stamina, horses...while hung, are not so well renowned for theirs..." Santa pointed out, raising a large gloved hand and snapping his fingers. The faint whisper of a "Thank you" echoing in the air as the horse vanished in a puff of golden dust beneath Mary, whom dropped down onto her seat. Santa closed his eyes and groaned, his hips bucking up into the struggling rabbit while he emptied his balls for the second time down his reluctant throat and forced more of his "Christmas cheer" into the lapine. Only once the rabbits' eyes began to roll into the back of his skull as he was starved of much needed oxygen would the bear notice his plight. "Oh, dear me...uh, here you go little fella. Consider yourself on the nice list! I'll be back for your other end next year!" Santa chuckled, snapping his fingers again just before the ebony furred lapine vanished in a cloud of golden dust. The rabbit appeared again a moment later in his bed, sitting up with a start and a horrible taste in his aching maw after a really vivid dream.

"Hey! I wasn't done with that one yet!" the large busty ursine grumbled, tugging her red coat up about her shoulders and doing her buttons up to try restrain her full and heaving breasts once more.

"Relax, we're going to make a stop at someone on the naughty list I'm sure you'll enjoy" The jolly bear smiled and leaned over to kiss his wife on the cheek lovingly.

With a clattering of hooves, Santa set his sleigh down on the roof a large house on the upper east side. Slipping his scroll from his left sleeve, the bear rolled it out and double checked to make sure it was still accurate. One Holden Mahgroin, his name glowing in bold red letters on the list, which indicated he was a married otter with three kids. He had been unfaithful to his wife with his secretary whom was half his age, but there were scores of other such incidents in recent times. "Yes, this is the place..." Santa confirmed with a grin, winking at his wife before snapping his fingers to send them both down the chimney in puffs of golden smoke.

"I don't know, he looks kinda small..." Mary mumbled a moment later as she stood beside a large bed, looking down at the otter while he slept peacefully beside his wife in their bed.

"Why don't you check out his Christmas present?" Santa offered with a smug grin. Mary curiously reached down and gripped the waistband of his boxers, tugging it down a little...then a bit more.

"Jesus, what's a little guy like him doing with a pecker like that?" The surprised bear asked with glee, the otter groaning softly in his sleep as she gently slipped her fingers about his length and began to stroke him slowly.

"What the...who the hell are you people?" Holden jumped as he felt fingers grip about his member, rousing him from his slumber to find two large white bears staring down at him.

"I'm Mary Christmas and this big oaf here whom was supposed to put you to sleep, is Santa Clause!" Mary offered with a friendly smile before leaning down to give his swelling length a curious lick with her long soft pink tongue.

"What kind of freaks break into someone's house, dressed as Santa no less, to fondle a sleeping man and his wife!? Holden snarled, trying to reach down and push Mary's head away, but found he couldn't. His arms and legs were bound to the bed posts by what looked to be lengths of bright green tinsel. "What the...Sally! Sally, wake up!" the otter began calling for his wife, the slender otter lying beside him however barely made a sound and she remained fast asleep. "What did you do to her?" Holden snarled up at the two large bears.

"Nothing, it's just a little Christmas magic! She'll have the best sleep of her life tonight, you on the other hand...you've been a naughty boy Holden" Santa smiled, wiggling his fingers as he spoke to indicate his use of festive magic.

"I...nnmpf!" Holden never got to finish his next sentence as Mary swung her wide hips around and settled her plush buttocks down over the otter's face with a little wiggle and grind.

"Oops! Bit too high...there we go, that's better. Not even Santa gets that special treat!" Mary giggled as she felt his lips and tongue under her tail, shifting back a little so the otter would be forced to get a mouthful of her still messy cunt. She could feel him struggling beneath her too, it wouldn't take long before the otter would realize the large white ursine's pussy was a bit too slick to just be her own natural arousal. Not that she let him stop regardless, Mary just leaned down over the otter, her bust squashing against his belly when she sunk her hot slick maw down onto his length and began to suck noisily. She knew she was a skilled cocksucker, all the reindeer had told her so, which came as no surprise when Holden began to kick and curl his toes under her oral assault while he struggled against his tinsel restraints.

Santa returned to the room a short while later, having scooted from the room as soon as Mary had covered the otters face with her messy cunt, the sight reminding the bear he was overdue for something tasty to eat as well. Taking a seat beside the bed, he sipped on a glass of milk and crunched noisily on the cookies the otters' children had left out for him while he watched his wife noisily suck on the bound otters impressive cock. "Might want to slow down dear, he has a hair trigger the first round" Santa warned between mouthfuls of cookie.

"Wha..." Mary pulled off the otters' cock to ask Santa to repeat what he'd said, just in time for the otters' hips to buck from the bed as his shaft lurched hard, firing off thick messy strands of off white cum all over the bears surprised face. "Oh...well, guess that makes us even then" she laughed, swinging her hips off of the otters' messy face, his whiskers stuck down in places and fur slick with another mans seed after Mary had nearly ground his muzzle into dust.

"Are we done yet?" Holden asked, panting and staring blankly up at the ceiling while he fought the urge to lick his lips, knowing what the sticky mess on them was now.

"Oh ho ho ho no, not by a longshot!" Santa laughed, snapping his fingers again as he saw the otters shaft beginning to wilt and droop. Mary grinned at her husband as she watched the thick pink length begin to stiffen once more, rising invitingly before her.

"They say Christmas only comes once a year, not tonight she doesn't...not if you know what's good for you" She teased, turning about and straddling the otters' hips. A large white furred hand reached beneath herself to help lift and guide him up to the correct spot before she sunk down onto him with a firm clap of her plush behind down against his lap. Holdens eyes opened wide, there was no way a big bear like her should be this tight, he thought. The way she was clenching and squeezing down around him was, well it was magical! Again, he began to huff and pant, kicking and straining against the tinsel holding his legs in place as the large ursine began to stir and grind her hips down against him.

"Huh, second time as well it seems..." Santa chuckled, biting off the head of another cookie, watching as his wife huffed and glared down at the otter. The way Holdens' balls were twitching and jumping, it was obvious the smaller mustelid was busy pumping Santa's wife full of another load of his hot sticky seed.

"He's being a very bad boy, Santa. I think we need to punish him!" Mary growled, snarling down at the cowering otter. Holden meekly looked over at his sleeping wife, hoping against hope that some miracle would awaken her so she could save him. But her peaceful snoring continued unabated, as if there was nothing unusual going on in their bed tonight, blissfully unaware her husband was being used as a fucktoy for a pair of perverted polar bears.

Meanwhile below him, Holden could feel the tinsel about his legs slithering higher up about his knees and raising his legs. Mary scooted off of him for a moment as his knees were lifted up against his chest and shoulders almost, watching as she gripped and lifted his once again magically stiffened length up toward her waiting cunt in what he'd learned was called "The Amazon" position. A shuffling of sound of clothing caught his attention, even with the pleasure of that tight slick bear cunt once more sinking down onto him, the movement of a now naked Santa caught his attention. Santa climbed up onto the bed behind Mary, but instead of mounting his wife, Holden felt something hot and heavy tap down against his exposed behind.

"Wait...no...I don't do that! Stop!" the otter cried out, but it was of no use. Santa merely grinned down at him from over his wife's shoulder as he sunk his hips down and into the otter's vulnerable backside. Holden grit his teeth as he was forced open and stretched wide by the polar bears girthy length, his rudder tail trying to curl up protectively over his behind.

"Ooh, that feels nice...yes, cradle my balls just like that!" Santa huffed, squirming against the clenching otter behind beneath him. The soft furred underside of his raised tail rubbing against the big bears balls every time he bucked and thrust down into Holden. Every thrust of Santas hips into the otters raised backside forced Holden to buck into Mary, just as every time she bucked down onto him, she forced Holden back onto Santa's waiting prick. The other was helpless to stop them, his arms still restrained up above his head as he was caught between Mary Christmas and Santa Clause while they both fucked him roughly.

"Who knew, all it took to cure your hair trigger was a cock in the ass!" Mary laughed briefly, her eyes closing and lips parting in a shuddering groan when she came hard around the otters' cock finally. Unfortunately for Holden, he was far away from his own climax. With Santa's thick cock pounding his guts, that seed of pleasure struggled and battled to grow under the constant assault, despite the immense pleasure of the hot snug ursine pussy squeezing so magically down around his own member. It certainly didn't help when the big burly bear gripped and squeezed at his balls painfully either.

"One down, eleven more to go, right Mary?" Santa joked, giving a parting slap to Holden's balls and making the otter wince in response. The added clench about his cock caused the ursine to shudder and groan, finally spilling his own load deep inside the otter as well finally. "Damn he's got a nice ass; I think I should go see if the boys want a crack at him..."

"Boys...what boys?" Holden nearly whimpered as he watched Santa slip back into his clothing.

"My reindeer, silly. How do you think we got here? They've been working hard all night; they deserve a break and spot of fun too!" Santa smiled and winked at Holden, raising a big white hand to tap the side of his nose and once again vanishing into a puff of golden dust. Holden's heart sank when he heard cheering erupt from somewhere up on the roof, clearly Santa had relayed the good news to them.