A Vist from Toumal - A SoFurry Christmas
A Visit From Toumal - a SoFurry Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was yiffing, 'cept me and my spouse.
On artists and authors we set watches with care
In hopes that new porno soon would be there.
The young'uns were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of diaper-cubs danced in their heads.
And mamma in her leathers, and I tied up tight,
Had just settled down for a long winter's night.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She had to untie me to check out the matter.
Away to the window I ran like a flash,
But tripped on a dildo, and went through with a crash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Made me think of my mate, and the way her tits show.
When, what to my wondering eyes should deploy,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny fem-boys.
With a Cetacean driver, so lively and tall,
I knew in a moment it must be Toumal.
With their paws to their crotches, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Danix, now Rencat, Konkitty and Neiro.
On Da-furs, on Arel, Calister and Shytzo.*
Drop your socks, grab your cocks, spurting spooge, have a ball!
Now fap away, fap away, fap away, all!"
And then with a twinkling, I heard from above,
The splatter and tinkle of water-sport love.
As I drew in my head (quickly), and was turning around,
Down the chimney that Orca came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, but wore only a hat
And his skin was all shiny, like the ass of a cat.
A bundle of stuff he had flung on his back,
And he looked kind of bored as he scratched at his sack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His butt cheeks like roses, his balls like two cherries!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow,
And the cock 'twixt his legs! It had started to grow!
A foil wrapped condom, he held tight in his teeth,
He believes in safe sex, that's quite a relief.
He had a stiff wang, like a randy young foal,
That bobbed, when he laughed, like a fisherman's pole.
It was chubby and plump, a right jolly old prick
And I quaked when I saw it, fearing where it would stick
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling my computer with yiff, to which I could jerk.
Then laying a digit aside of his nose,
And, tucking cock in, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, gave his boys a slap on the bum,
And away they all flew in a great spray of cum.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew in a jiffy.
"Happy Christmas to all, please have one that's yiffy!"
Happy Holidays - Dikran_O
*anyone on this list that does not consider themselves a Femboy (at least sometimes), or , if that feels slighted because you are not on list, should contact me and I will edit them out.