Secret Santa - Nitronick

Story by Kaijou on SoFurry

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My gift to nitronick For damienfox's Secret Santa thingymajiggy.

Starring Tuskai and his boyfriend Tekki in some short, cutesy vore.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Happy Holidays!


Secret Santa ? NitroNick ? Tsumi Moogle '11 Characters ? Themselves.

Happy Holidays!

Nick blinked, distracted from the midst of the latest level of his video game by the animated ring-tone of his phone. With a flick of his finger over the pause button and a slight scrunch of his eyes to displace the slight ache from staring at the flashing screen for so long, he looked over his room for the source of the noise. Whatever mild consternation he felt for being interrupted was displaced as he looked over the face and number on his screen, that of his dear boyfriend. Tekki. He answered readily.

'Hey hun, how'd it go?' Nick smiled, flopping onto his bed, keen to hear the good news, swishing his thick, ringed tail about behind him.

'It went great! I got the job!' The feline's tone wasn't outright delighted per say, but it was clear he was glad to have gotten the approval.

'That's awesome! When do you start?' Chirred the raccoon, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes to envision his boyfriend there against him, rather than being on the other end of a phone call.

'Tommorrow, though, I wonder if you could help me with something before I start. There's a little issue with the wardrobe..' came Tekki's voice, a cautious tone with a hint of grin behind the words.

'Hmm..? Yeah, sure! Anything, hun! Name it!' smiled Nick, opening his eyes again.

'Well, come on over, and I'll tell you about it.'

'Alright. I'll be there shortly!'

Despite it being the early days of december, the icy nip of winter wasn't kind in the slightest. Buried under several thick layers, the raccoon huddled against the chill of the midday breeze until he reached the familiar porch-steps, and knocked readily at the door with thickly padded knuckles.

Ready and waiting for him, the door opened, permitting the raccoon inside, where Nick readily tugged away his covers, dropping them on the floor and shaking numerous snow-flakes from his tail.

'So what was it you wanted help with, hun?' he asked, looking about for the feline, only to pause some at the sight of him. Tekki smiled sheepishly, his dichromatic fur hidden beneath a thick costume of vivid, fire-engine red and hemmed with fluffy white. A thick red cap with dangling wooly-pompom, and well-polished boots.

The feline opened his arms with a sheepish grin, turning about to show off the costume, purring warmly and grinning.

'What do you think?' he asked with a slightly bashful tilt of his head and raise of an eyebrow. Nick laughed appreciatively, nodding.

'The spitting image! If about 40 years too young, and a hundred pounds underweight.' He offered honestly, gently rubbing the front of the suit, and finding it rather spaciously loose.

'Mhm! Well, They have the beard waiting for me at the mall, and I told them I'd be able to find some suitable padding for the role before I begun.' The feline's blue eyes glinted cheekily as he gently stepped forward to slip his arms about the raccoon.

Nick flushed gently, chrrling as the picture fell into place, his hands kneaded along the plush sides of the santa-suit, before ending, draped about Tekki's shoulders.

'Oooh.. I get it.' He grinned with half a playful pout. 'So what're the hours?'

'Long enough. I'm sure you won't mind?' Tekki grinned, rubbing noses gently.

'Mmnhh.. not when I'm inside you, hun.' chirred the raccoon, bumping noses back and stealing a tender kiss from his boyfriend's lips.

'Well then,' murmured Tekki. 'let's try you on for size then, hmm?' he offered, gently helping divest the procyonid of his shirt and pants.

Panting under the gently mittened hands, Nick squirmed and shivered, biting his lip with keen anticipation before the feline's muzzle slowly yawned before his face. His soft tongue trailed under his neck, whilst his vision was sealed in the deep darkness of his boyfriend's gullet.

Tekki purred for the delectable flavour of the slim male as he gently grasped his form, and began gently swallowing over him. The feel of the ring-tail squirming and grinding in against his jaws had him purring all the more as he wormed his jaws over the naked form, savouring the gentle ache of his gullet stretching to accommodate the lively meal.

Well, meal wasn't much the right term, occupant was too informal, as well.. He wasn't sure what to classify Nick, when he swallowed him up, other than 'Delicious'. The number of times he'd hunkered down under the cozy weight and warmth of his boyfriend curled in his belly made his chest thrum all the louder in fond appreciation as he stroked his cotton-gloved paws down Nick's hips to grasp gently and lift him up, over himself.

Gravity, and Nick's own eagerness to slide into that so-familiar belly saw his hips vanishing past the voracious feline's jaws with ease, followed rapidly by his tapering legs and finally footpaws, which received a tender tongue-tickling from, before the bulge of them vanished behind Tekki's tongue, to leave his belly to fully settle out, weighted and gravid.

Panting gently and licking his lips, the feline slowly grasped his belly, stroking it over and walking to a tall mirror hanging in his living-room, where he turned slightly, looking at the size of his belly filling out the costume perfectly, if a little.. animatedly.

'Mmmhh.. you're a perfect fit, hun. Thank you so much.' the feline moaned gently, easing onto his couch to hug his belly and boyfriend within, feeling Nick squirming and nuzzling into the tender embrace.

'Hee.. You're welcome, Tekki.'

'Love you.'

'Love you too~'

~~Fin.

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