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On Christmas Eve, oh merry day, his boyfriend came around to stay, all their boredom they would slay on a night that would be very gay. Or something like that.

Nick reached for the bottle of lube that had been haphazardly thrown onto the bed moments earlier, but, considering he was busy lapping at his boyfriend's tailhole he couldn't really see what he was grabbing for. He got hold of a pawful of pillow and a dragon dildo before finally finding it.

Cally was moaning pretty loud, so loud in fact that he was kind of worried that the neighbors might hear him. More importantly though, he was enjoying himself very much. When Nick pulled his wolfy muzzle away from the tiger's ass the moaning turned into something closer to a whine.

"Aww, I was enjoying that!" Cally protested. He brought himself up from a faceplanted lying position to all fours and pushed his rear back in the direction of Nick's face.

"It's not quite Christmas yet, I don't have to give you everything you want." Nick said with a chuckle, he opened the bottle of lube and squirted some onto an open paw before rubbing it all over his already hard cock. "But, lucky for you, I'm in the mood for giving."

Without a trace of hesitation Nick got onto his knees on the bed and took hold of the tiger's hips.

"You're such a wordsmith Nicholas," Cally said, using the name he reserved only for his most sarcastic moments. "I'm surprised you don't have a poetry book out yet."

"You'd think you might be nicer to the guy who's about to fuck you."

"Maybe I wouldn't mind it if that dumb bastard was a little angry." Cally growled and wiggled his hips at the wolf.

"Maybe I should shut you the fuck up then." Nick growled back, reaching out for the over-large dragon dildo which he could see this time, without a view full of ass, making the whole process a hell of a lot easier. He could see Cally thinking, he always twitched his ears when he was trying to come up with a witty response. Nick brought the dildo round to the side of the tiger's head, but just a little out of his line of sight. Cally opened his mouth.

"Maybe you-" and then instead of words coming out, a dragon dildo went in. Nick slowly guided the thing deep into Cally's mouth and then pulled it slowly back until it was only about a third of the way in.

"I suggest you give this nice dragon your best blow job, I've heard dragons can get pretty mean if you piss them off." Nick said. Past the mass in his mouth Cally managed to give out a chirpy little moan of pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, Nick got himself into a good rhythm with the dragon cock and commanded his arm and paw to follow it while the rest of him turned attention towards his own cock and the tiger's inviting rear.

With his free paw Nick took hold of his own dick and lined it up neatly with the tiger's tailhole. It was slick with lube and ready to enter. With a fake dragon dick in one end and a real wolf cock in the other, Cally got a spitroasting for Christmas. Pretty generous if you ask me, which people rarely do, seeing as I'm the narrator and all.

Hold on.

I just got a call from front office, they said that fourth wants its wall back. Sorry readers, give me a sec here. Re-calibrating... Where were we again? Oh yeah, spitroasting. Yep, it's just as tasty as it sounds.

Nick set himself at a rhythmic pace of thrusting, keeping in time with the movements of his paw and by extension the dragon dildo. His boyfriend - who at this time in Nick's mind had been reduced to the role of, and I quote, 'slutty bitch' - was finding it hard to contain his emotions. His cock, too, was hard as all hell, flopping about in mid-air with no paw to help guide or stroke it.

No matter, Cally was one of those lucky bastards who could cum just from being fucked, but still this whole situation was quite overwhelming if he was to be honest with himself, and he liked to think of himself as an honest person. The only way he could think to deal with it was yell out at the top of his lungs such words as: Nick, Oh, Yes and Fuck. Unfortunately for him there was in fact a huge dildo standing in the way of the words he was trying to force out, so, in fact, all that came out of him where such sounds as: mph, ungh, rrrrgh and fffff.

"Oh fuck, your ass is like heaven Cal." Nick said between satisfied grunts and deep, hard, balls-to-balls thrusts. I warned you it was going to be very gay, so there's no point getting upset now.

Unable to effectively verbally communicate, Cally simply rocked his butt back and forth as a response. The movement sent a tingle down Nick's dick - Huh. I didn't know that rhymed until just now. Nick. Dick. See? One sec, the phone again. Apparently I wasn't supposed to write that aside, in fact front office says this whole section was just meant to stay in my thoughts, never mind - and sent him even more wild than he already was.

His thrusts went from forceful, slow and measured, to those same things minus slow, and plus fast. I feel like I could have worded that sentence better. You know what? I'm just going to ignore the phone. Front office can suck my dick. No, seriously, I would be fine with that. The guy who works there is this really sexy bunny and- Anyway...

Nick was getting excited now, like really, really excited. Like very fucking excited. He wanted to hold Cally's fine hips with both paws and really get going, but to do that he would have to let go of the dildo. To be honest he really didn't think that far ahead, so within the time you read this sentence he had already dropped the dildo and started fucking his slutty bitch of a boyfriend really fast, like, really, really fast.

Of course, when the dildo slid out of Cally's mouth his ability to enunciate words returned. Without really realizing it, he was now screaming: "Nick! Oh, yes! Fuck!" At the top of his little slutty bitch lungs. Understandably Nick found this every bit as sexy as Cally was soon enough going to find it embarrassing. Hint, that's quite a lot. Nonetheless it was only moments later that Cally let out a high pitched, emasculating whine and covered the bed covers in jets of his own cum.

Nick was getting very close now too. The thought of letting his cum loose deep inside of his slutty bitch - which I have taken to understand is now synonymous with boyfriend - was almost enough to take him over the edge. All he needed now was a little push and he would be there. More thrusting, more "Fuck! Oh fuck! Yeah! Nick! Yeah!" then that one little extra push needed to shove his knot into Cally's needy hole, and he was spurting his seed inside of his spent bitch and letting out an exasperated and merry sigh. It was Christmas season after all, somebody had to be merry at some point.

Look, I don't know why I'm even justifying this word choice to you, you're just the reader!

Sorry, I didn't mean to get rude there. It's just that nobody ever gets me anything this good for Christmas.