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Santa Baby

Dec 2025 Flavor of the Month: Cookies and Cream

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Gabe sat on the toilet, the egg timer on the sink next to him ticking away as he held his head in his hands. He didn't want to look. Not because he was worried it was positive, but because it might not be. The golden retriever had been trying for a baby the better part of a year now, and he didn't want to be disappointed by another negative test.

"It's not going to work..." Gabe muttered, his head in his hands.

"Babe, you okay in there? You need me to come in and help?" Tucker asked from outside. The much larger golden retriever was a specimen of a man, the bulging muscles and size making him a full head above the other golden sitting in agony.

"I...I don't know..." Gabe muttered, his heat burning in his loins. They had been fucking nearly non-stop to douse this heat with a litter, hell, even one viable egg would be nice, but Tucker was very infertile. They've been trying so long, going to all the doctors, taking all the injections, and Gabe was a prime example of "breeding stock" as the doctors said. The pussy boy's womb was nice and spongy and ready to soak up her man's sperm, but they just never took. Even when they started taking the supplements and what not to help increase Tucker's libido and sperm count, having doubled the rate of zero was still zero.

Then the timer dinged.

"Hey hun, it'll be okay," Tucker opened the door, the big golden had tired eyes, his dick swaying in his pajama bottoms from the heat pheromones that coated their bedroom. "You want me to look at it?"

Gabe just held back his sobs as he nodded, his hands covering his face. He knew he wasn't the reason they weren't getting pregnant, but he still felt shame at not being able to produce a child. It ached him inside, burning him up hotter than his heat.

Tucker came over, gave his man one hand, and took the stick that was resting in the sink with the other. There was a pause, Gabe holding his breath, but no answer came. The silence was enough to tell Gabe all he needed to know and started shaking, a gentle sob escaping his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey," Tucker discarded the stick in the garbage and knelt down before his man. "It's okay baby, it's okay. I'm right here."

Gabe flung his arms around Tucker's shoulders, the golden retriever falling to his knees and sobbing into his man's powerful chest.

"I'm sorry..." he gasped. "I'm so sorry..."

"Honey," Tucker fought through his own trembling lips, a single diamond tear rolling down his muzzle. "It's okay, it's not your fault. We just need to keep trying."

"I can't..." Gabe was calming himself, getting lost in the scent of his man. "I can't keep trying. I just can't. I can't, I can't..."

"Hey baby, shhhhhh, it's okay," Tucker gently stroked his back. "I know, I know, I'm right here. We'll get through this."

"H-How?" Gabe shuddered. "I want a baby so bad."

"I..." Tucker had to gulp back his tears, trying to keep it together for his man. "I don't know, but we'll figure something out. We don't have to do anything tonight. We can order takeout and watch a movie. Pig out on ice cream and brownies."

"Tucker...I want a baby so bad," Gabe felt the need in his bones, his love for a child he could see in his mind. A golden retriever girl and boy playing as he made dinner, his husband letting the little babies play with his foot paws while he dangled toys in front of them. "I can see them and it feels like I'm failing them. That I'm denying them a life, a good life with us as their p-parents..."

Gabe's words were lost to his sobs as he shook in his man's arms. It took a long time and a hot shower to get through that, but they eventually did find their way back downstairs on the couch. The only places delivering on Christmas Eve were the Chinese places, so they got takeout and watched old reruns of shows they liked. Tucker sat in the corner of the couch with his man leaning into him, Gabe's legs tucked up onto the rest of the sofa. They were covered in blankets and festive sweaters, the tree a glittering reminder of how they wouldn't be putting presents beneath it for children yet. They eventually unplugged it because it was causing Gabe to think about how he had failed the children in his head.

They eventually found the strength to get up and go to bed, the two of them deciding to stop trying for a while. That was a thing that's said to help too is that when you stop trying you sometimes just get pregnant, and they joked about it, but they wished that it would work.

Tucker held his man close, but his dick kept digging into Gabe's back from his heat and he asked him to roll over. As the smaller golden laid there in their marital bed, he simply looked at the glinting of his wedding ring on his hand, feeling like a failure to provide a child. Then something shimmered in the polished gold. He looked up out the window and saw a star through the gentle flurries of the winter night.

"Please," Gabe whispered to himself. "Please let me bear a child for my husband...I beg you..."

Gabe slipped off into sleep, the warmth of his tears sliding off his muzzle the last thing he felt before falling away from the cruel world that denied him the one thing he truly wanted.

***

Jace sat behind the bar at his speakeasy, the black and white wolf glancing over a myriad of glasses. All of them swirled with drinks, the liquid rising as though each was poured from an unseen barista. The glasses would clink with garnishes and ice before draining out dry, then refill with another drink, but slightly different from the last. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the glasses filling themselves and emptying. Each time they filled it was a different color or shade, a similar garnish from time to time, but each time the glasses would fill then the drink would recede like the waves of a beach leaving the glass empty with nothing but a clean cocktail skewer or half melted ice chips.

"Still working?" A timber wolf asked as he finished setting up the last of the chairs on the tables.

"Flynn, quiet, I'm looking for something," Jace furrowed his brow. "I can hear it, I can smell it, I can almost see it, but I just can't put my tongue on it."

"You know, you don't have to work so hard on this," Flynn came over, throwing a towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms. "It's your holiday too."

"Demons don't take holidays," Jace's violet eyes glowed as they flicked over the drinks as they kept filling and emptying. "At least not the ones you mortals have for our oppressors."

"What, Satan doesn't recognize Christmas as a day off?" Flynn rolled his eyes.

"Don't even say his name," Jace glared at Flynn before looking back at his magically filling glasses. "That shit about summoning him by name is true. I don't need him here. And besides, us demons work double shifts on holidays like this to ensure evil prospers."

"Well," Flynn came over and set a lowball on the bar, sliding it forward. The various other glasses parting to let it slide until it rested just before Jace. "We both know you're not truly evil."

Jace cocked a brow at that, purple flames burning around his head before a crown of horns appeared.

"Don't be spreading lies, Pet, or I'll cut out your tongue," Jace rumbled.

"I think I've known you long enough to tell how you operate," Flynn winked before nodding at the glass before him.

Jace wanted to say something back, but he glanced down at the glass. It was magically filling itself, the drink a creamy opaque as a few ice cubes clinked against each other lazily. A candy cane rattled around the rim as it hooked on, the cream coated ice chips glinting. The rim had frosting on it, glazed like an almond bark pretzel stick and dusted with red and green sprinkles.

Jace picked up the low baller, the other drinks stopping as if wondering if they should continue their mystical dance. In the cubes, the vision of a couple of golden retrievers arose, their hearts broken and shattered.

"This desire," Jace looked up at Flynn, the wolf had a shit eating grin on his face. "Where did you find it?"

"I didn't," Flynn shrugged. "You did."

"You know if I take this desire on, you'll be alone tonight," Jace cocked a brow.

"I have a feeling those two need it more than I do," Flynn turned to go up to the apartment above the bar. "Besides, I'll just shove my muzzle in your shoes and finger fuck myself to sleep."

"God you're such a slut," Jace rolled his eyes.

"And you're a whore for a happy ending," Flynn shot back.

"Only if the villain wins," Jace smirked before looking back at the drink and knocking it back.

The drink was thick and sweet, like liquid gingerbread, the light burn of liquor tingling the back of his throat, the salt of tears and the bitter sweet desire of a broken heart. Jace drained it and slammed the glass onto the bar, smirking as the milk mustache on his muzzle started to spread, his muzzle getting fuzzier as his eyes glowed.

"They want someone to fix their problem," Jace chuckled as his voice grew deeper, his muzzle becoming scruffier as his shoulders widened and the back of his shirt started to split. "Then they better be careful who their desire reaches-unf!"

***

"Wh-What was that?" Gabe sat up in bed. He swore he heard something. He blinked, rubbed his eyes. The golden glanced around, the light from the moon casting long shadows through their window, the flurries crisping the air and dancing in the moonlight. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the doorway. It was ajar, the darkness beyond only cut by the light from their window. He could have sworn he heard something. He wasn't quite sure if it was a crash or a bang, but he swore he heard someone.

"Tucker?" Gabe looked over, but his husband was resting next to him, snoring softly. He nudged him, "babe, wake up."

"I wasn't sleeping Miss Teacher-" Tucker took a sharp intake of breath, his eyes peeling away the dream. "Babe, are you okay?"

"I think I heard something," Gabe never stopped looking at the crack in their doorway.

"It was probably nothing," Tucker's eyes were already drooping as he laid back. "Just go back to sleep honey. We can deal with it in the morn-"

Thump!

Tucker sat up, his ears perking as Gabe's twitched.

"Was that someone?" Gabe asked.

"I don't know," Tucker stood up, fully awake now. He took his phone and turned on the light. He was in nothing but his boxers.

"You need me to go with you?" Gabe asked.

"No, stay here," Tucker put his hand up as he crouched down, his abdominals flexing as he opened the door slowly and shone the light in the hall.

"O-Okay," Gabe pulled the blankets up to his chest.

"I'll shout if I see anything," Tucker started. "You lock yourself in the bathroom and call for help, you hear."

"I understand," Gabe nodded.

"Good," Tucker started making his way out, walking slowly, his footfalls making the floor boards creek as he made his way downstairs.

And Gabe was alone.

The smaller golden sat in that bed, the seconds ticking by little by little as he could hear Tucker walking through their house. Little shift here, little floor board shuffle there, the foundation and framework groaning against the howl of the wind.

Thud!

Gabe flinched.

"Babe!" Gabe shouted out. "You okay?"

No answer.

"Babe?!" Gabe's eyes were wide. He was about to shout again when a rattling next to him made him jump. He looked over and it was his phone. He snatched it up and it was from Tucker.

"Come downstairs. I got your gift for you."

"Son of a...," Gabe rolled his eyes. Was this some elaborate prank or something? "Tucker, what's going on?!"

Again, nothing. Just another text.

"Come downstairs and find out ;3"

"Tucker," Gabe pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't feeling very sexy right now, but then again his pussy was dripping in his panties. His heat pad was soaked and it needed to be replaced anyway. Might as well let Tucker douse his heat, or pretend to, so he could sleep for the rest of the night. "Fine! I'm coming!"

Gabe pulled himself off the bed and grabbed his robe, still debating if he should just grab fresh pads and let Tucker's blue balls ache downstairs. He came out of the bedroom and went down the stairs as he synched his robe on.

"Okay Tucker, what's this gift you got for-" Gabe was cut off as he stepped foot on the living room landing. The lights flashed on, more lights than what were there before they went to bed. The walls were lined with Christmas lights, the floor covered in torn wrapping paper and half opened presents. It looked like a bunch of kids had torn open their gifts and left their toys scattered. There were blocks, dolls, stuffed animals and little gizmos and gadgets. A small conga line of wind-up toys started marching from the kitchen into the living room all playing instruments. One was banging symbols, another a drum, and even one with a slide whistle.

"What the hell!" Gabe's heart nearly stopped at the sudden flash, but then he saw Tucker.

Tucker and someone else.

Tucker was bound in red rope, his head covered in a Santa cap that pushed down over his eyes to blind him, and he was gaged with a stuffed animal. Though, that wasn't the most surprising thing. Tucker was bent over, face and chest laying on the coffee table as the largest pair of feet the smaller golden had ever seen were resting on the small of his back.

Gabe's eyes went wide as he saw the intruder of their home, the one who had busted out this festive Christmas slop all over their home. He was a massive wolf, easily head and shoulders, even pecs above Tucker in size. He had large, thick, wide feet, dark claws tipping them. Those powerful calves flexing with raw power, and those teardrop thighs thicker than elephant legs! His thick muscle gut was a keg of power, a thick forest of fur coming up over it to bloom over his meaty pecs. A duo of large, dark, pierced nipples were on that chest, framed in a red leather harness. His arms were gargantuan slabs of meat, a double peak with veins rolling over them and down his hairy forearms. Those arms were up behind his head to show off his thick, salt and pepper armpit hair and wing like lats. A thick beard covered the intruder's face, and Gabe would have sworn he was a bear if it weren't for the angle of his muzzle.

He was a wolf, his beard thick and scruffy, his hair pulled into a stylish updo, the black streaked with silver. He had a cigar hanging out of the corner of his muzzle, the end glowing with its crackling embers.

"Merry fucking Christmas Gabriel," the beastly wolf spoke, his voice low and rumbling, the smoke from his cigar curling around his fangs.

"What the fuck!" Gabe screamed and backed up and went for the front door.

"Leaving so soon? You haven't even opened your gift yet," the wolf smirked, his eyes glowing violet as he snapped his fingers. The front door was suddenly enveloped in gift wrap before popping off the wall and shrinking down into a small box, only to be tied off with a little bow and pulled away. There was no front door anymore, just wall.

"What the hell!" Gabe slammed his hand against the wall where the front door used to be before looking back at the intruder. The beastly wolf gave him a cocky grin and chuckled.

"Come on now," the wolf snapped his fingers, the lights on the walls snaking over to him and making him back away from it. "You can't honestly think you can get out."

"What in the fucking Christmas magic bullshit is this?!" Gabe shot back as he backed away from the wall and back into the living room. He turned to go up the stairs, but a family of giant nesting dolls blocked the way.

"It's what you wished for," the wolf smirked, his violet eyes glowing. "You wanted something more than anything in the world, and you've been a very good boy this year."

"Wait...are you...Santa?" Gabe felt stupid just saying it.

"Not quite sweetheart," the wolf smirked. In a burst of flames, a crown of horns materialized on the wolf's skull as his eyes glowed with power. "More akin to Krampus. The name is Jace, but you can call me Daddy."

"Holy Shit!" Gabe's heart skipped a beat.

"Kind of the opposite," the wolf grinned darkly as he took a drag from his cigar before setting it down on an ash tray beside the couch. "Christmas Demon over here."

"Y-You let my husband go," Gabe demanded.

"I'm not making your husband do anything he doesn't want to," Jace smirked. "Can't you see how happy the boy is?"

"He's clearly being held against his will," Gabe gestured to him, but when he did, he noticed something. Gabe's ten inch boner was throbbing between his legs, the head glazed in his pre as it bounced and dribbled onto the floor. "What..."

"Yeah, the kinky little shit likes to be on bottom," Jace smirked. "But I'm not here for him. He's just getting a little something because he's caught in the gravity of your wish."

"My what?" Gabe furrowed his brow. The wolf nodded to the side and Gabe glanced over to the far end of the living room. There was a crib. The expertly crafted wood was dark and polished, the sheets an immaculate white. "Wait...are you going to make it so Tucker and I can conceive?"

"Oh, pup, you're cute," the wolf uncrossed his legs, his feet coming down on either side of Tucker and causing the house to shake. There, between his legs, he had a massive velvet codpiece. The red velvet stretched over a sheath that was larger than tucker's fucking thigh! "I'm here to fulfill your wish, not Tucker's."

"My wish..." Gabe shook his head. "But I wished to carry Tucker's pups."

"Wrong," the wolf stood up, the red velvet sack sagging low, each ball like a medicine ball in that shiny fabric sack. "You wished to bear a son for your husband, not your husband's son."

"No, I..." Gabe was about to deny it when the window overlooking the living room shimmered with the image of himself lying in bed, tears in his eyes as he wished.

"Please," the image of Gabe whispered to himself. "Please let me bear a child for my husband...I beg you..."

"It's not within my power to fix your cuck husband's empty nuts," the demon wolf smirked, that wolfish grin looking almost predatory. "But I got everything he doesn't right here."

To emphasize his point, Jace brought one of his thick hands down beneath his sack and lifted it before letting it fall back down, straining that velvet and making some threads pop. The few strands that snapped made that heavy sack sag lower to gently rest on the small of Tucker's back, the bound golden's cock dripping a stream of pre before he shot a thick wad of cum onto the floor.

"See, your husband approves, don't you boy?" Jace smirked before gipping the golden's hair and forcing him to nod, Tucker yipping as his head was smacked against the coffee table. "Such a weak man, unable to do the one thing men'er supposed to do."

"Oh, no, I just wanted to have my husband's baby," Gabe put his hands up and shook his head.

"You sure about that pup, cuz I can smell the desire on you, and I ain't just talking about your heat." Jace paused, taking a deep whiff through his nose, his sheath throbbing, jostling the holly jolly sack. The demon's eyes opened, glowing brighter. "Your desire is so strong it's literally engorging me with raw power."

Jace lifted one arm and flexed, a thick vein snaking across it throbbed as it flexed and swelled slightly larger.

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Gabe's eyes were wide as he saw that flexing arm.

"I'm saying, your desire is so strong that I don't even need to fuck you to get the energy I need to grow more powerful. You're an incubus's wet dream, Gabriel." Jace put his hands on his hips. "You want so badly to be fucked and filled with child, you manifested up the biggest fucking daddy you could dream of."

"That I could dream of?" Gabe's eyes kept glancing from Jace to his husband, the bound golden was whimpering, but his cock was hard as steel, already leaking and ready for another round.

"You think I haven't sired my fair share of bastards?" Jace put his foot up on the table, pinning Tucker's muzzle to it. "Come on, pup. You're looking for a daddy that can make a woman out of you. Not some blank shooting cuck who really just wants to be a father for your real baby daddy's pups."

"I..." Gabe shook his head. For a second there he was about to agree with Jace! What was wrong with him? Then the golden noticed. There wasn't just his heat pheromones in the air, there were the Alpha pheromones coming from Jace's sack! That heavy load of virile churning pup batter was signaling to him he was ready to give him what he wanted most. Gabe's eyes looked at that velvet, the sheath twitching, a wet pearl of pre oozing out over where the head was emerging. Then it all flexed, the fabric groaning as that sack grew heavier, those balls more virile and potent.

"Yeah, you can't help it, can you," Jace looked down at Gabe, moving his foot away and stepping over the table. The entire house shook with each of his heavy foot falls, the ornaments on the tree trembling, the toys knocking over.

"Stay back-" Gabe warned.

"I can't do anything you don't want me to," Jace rumbled as he stepped forward, his massive foot hitting the ground and hauling all that meat and man up to Gabe. The smaller golden was suddenly pinned against the wall, that massive gut keeping him there, those pecs pushed into his face as that sack continued to throb, that head pushing between his thighs as the velvet continued to strain and pop.

"I..." Gabe tried to hold his breath, but there was only so much he could do. He felt weak already from the potency of those pheromones. Gabe knew of alpha pheromones and how they worked, but he never really put too much stock into them. Tucker never really had any, but not every mammal could produce them, but maybe he could. There was a lot of misinformation on how Alpha pheromones worked, but everyone agreed at least one thing was true.

The more virile, the more potent they were.

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