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Our Christmas is going to be magical this year.

Connor chanted this mantra while scrolling through various Pinterest boards and blog posts. They didn't have exactly what he wanted, but the sites provided some cute ideas. Plus, the cheery red and green themes with helpful step-by-step howtos contrasted ridiculously with what they were actually instructing their readers to do. The fox closed his laptop with a giggle before his husband could wake up. He probably shouldn't be looking at this stuff while next to him in bed, but he knew he'd be safe under dawn's watchful eye. The snoring beast beside him never woke before 8am.

The slim fox leaned over to plant a kiss on the larger wolf's forehead. The two of them never really celebrated Christmas together. Sure, they'd say Merry Christmas in passing, suffocated by the slow yet nonstop inculcation of Santa-themed media opposed upon them, but they never really had a proper Christmas day. No Christmas tree or opening presents, nothing! Connor strove to change that. It took a few days of convincing to finally break down Nick's anti-holiday wall, but the fox finally made him understand that it would be worth his time.

Rolling out of bed, Connor stretched before groggily making his way to the kitchen. His fuzzy slippers clacked across the tiled floor as a few successive yawns escaped from his lips. Soon, sunlight would come streaming through their windows, lighting up the house and alerting Nick that it was time to wake up. Connor wanted to have breakfast finished, or at least well underway, before then. Who wouldn't want to wake up to the beautiful smell of pancakes and bacon?

So the fox got to work mixing pancake batter, cracking eggs, and getting bacon out of the fridge. Nick had just bought him an air fryer for his birthday, which would make the bacon easier to handle. It wasn't as hands-on as cooking it in a pan and hearing that classic sizzle, but it did clear up a lot of space. Connor also found it mesmerizing to stare at the small clear section of the air fryer, watching the food go from sad and cold to perfectly cooked. His mom would have loved this thing!

Soon enough, heavy footsteps could be heard coming toward him. The fox wasn't sure if Nick was trying to be sneaky, but when the wolf enveloped him in a hug, laying his heavy head on Connor's shoulder, he no longer cared. Instead, the young fox nuzzled into his husband's neck, the wolf's gruff beard tickling his face. The two shared a kiss before Connor returned his focus to the stove. He loved Nick but wasn't ready to burn the house down for him.

"Smells good," the wolf exclaimed, starting to get a little handsy. He rubbed his paws up and down the fox's stomach, using his thumbs to knead his fur. It made it difficult to focus.

"I know, right?" Connor responded with. "The pancakes should be done in a sec. I'm a little proud of myself, I must say," he concluded with a goofy grin. Nick continued to massage his partner, letting out a deep rumbling noise, almost as if he was growling. Or was that a purr?

"I'm talking about you," the wolf said seductively before planting a particularly wet kiss on his husband's neck. Connor shivered with pleasure. He knew where this would end up if he didn't put a stop to it. In fact, the fox could feel a certain erect instrument pushing against his butt. Nick was trying not to overstep, but couldn't help himself from lightly thrusting. Just enough to pleasure himself while also not annoying Connor too much. However, the fox wasn't impressed and he playfully pushed the wolf away.

"You're such a flirt," he cooed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "but I thought I told you to wait 'til tonight." The wolf pouted, obviously upset. In his mind, it was Christmas and he was playing along with Connor's little games. Didn't he deserve something in return? Nick walked over to the couch and plopped down on it in dramatic fashion, a resounding woosh spread throughout the room.

"What's this thing you're planning anyway?" he said, refusing to look at the fox and crossing his arms. Connor scoffed. What a drama queen.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?"

The big wolf grumbled and turned on the tv. It seemed like he didn't have a witty comeback for that one. After a sigh, Connor went back to cooking. He wanted this day to be perfect, and the only way he'd accomplish that was by being meticulous. The fox made sure the pancakes were cooked to perfection. The edges had just the right amount of crispness that Nick loved and he even made sure to pour the syrup the way the grumpy wolf preferred. You had to start with the bottom pancake and then carefully pour the maple glaze in the middle while using a fork to spread it around the entire surface. Repeat until you've successfully covered the top layer. Connor found it silly, but he'd do anything to make him happy.

The rest of their Christmas morning went as planned. They had a wonderful breakfast and opened presents under their recently bought Christmas tree. Nick tried to cheap out and get a fake one but Connor wouldn't stand for that. The crisp smell of pine was too nostalgic to pass up. It brought back memories of him and his brothers and sisters racing to the living room early in the morning to see who got the most presents. Of course, they always had an equal amount, but they all held out hope that they'd get a little extra one year. He was surprised when Nick was down to take pictures too. The fox usually had to force him, begging even on their anniversary. When he got lucky, the wolf opted to mean mug the camera, but today... today he looked happy.

Which almost made it a little sad to say goodbye after they had a few drinks. This departure was planned, of course, Connor needed time to set up the surprise he'd been hyping up, but he found himself not wanting to let go during their goodbye hug. Maybe he was a little clingy, but the time spent apart would be worth it for what he had planned for tonight. Once Nick set off to a friend's house for a few hours, Connor looked over their house with newfound amazement. He only had a couple of hours to transform this shabby dwelling into a deviant pleasure palace lifted from Nick's debauchery-filled dreams. The fox grinned. Let the fun begin.

Connor went to work giving the house a total makeover. He pushed all of their second-hand furniture to the wall, creating a pathway from the door that led to their bedroom. Lit candles and incense were placed on marbled counters and wood tabletops, filling the house with a sickly-sweet aroma. Then, like in all of those cheesy romance movies the fox loved as a teen, he lined the pathway with rose petals. Connor thought about using tree firns and ornaments instead, giving this cliche a Christmas-y spin, but there was something about the simplicity of roses and their significance that made him excited. To compensate, he laid out some cookies to get Nick in the Christmas spirit before he ravaged him.

Now that the entrance was complete, the twink fox could move on to stage two of his master plan: the bedroom. Before making his way there, he grabbed some supplies he stashed in the closet. Nick never paid close attention to what was in these little crevasses; instead, he elected to throw unwanted objects into the abyss so he never had to see them again. Over time, he'd completely forget what he put in there in the first place. So, if you hid something like... ribbons and a cute blindfold inside, the silly wolf would be none the wiser. With the same goofy smile on his face as before, Connor skipped to their room, proud of his little scheme.

Once inside, he shimmied out of his loose pajamas, tossing them on the carpet to contribute to his rose petal trail. Even though his penis was flaccid, the feeling of Nick grinding against him earlier threatened to change that. That's what Connor loved about his husband in bed. He wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. The feeling of being manhandled by someone bigger and stronger than you is second to none. And what better way to let Nick claim him than to make the fox the final, and best, present of the night!

Connor put on the blindfold, allowing its soft and fuzzy insides to calm his nerves. He was going to go for something a little more hardcore, maybe a ballgag and some chains, but he still wanted this experience to be light and fun. Taking a deep breath, the fox focused on the ribbons in his paws. He'd been practicing this for weeks, but it was still difficult to get all the knots and ties correct. Starting with his legs, Connor carefully looped the ribbons around them a few times before finishing them off with a cute little bow. Perfect. After that, the fox did the same for his chest and arms, completing the presentification he so desired. The ribbons were comfortable enough to not be cutting into his fur, but still didn't let him wiggle around when fully tied. All he could do was lie on their soft bed and struggle against his craftsmanship to pass the time. However, just being in this vulnerable position turned the fox on. He couldn't wait to feel Nick's needy paws explore his body, touching him without permission, and just doing whatever he desired. Connor couldn't stop the lustful moans as these fantasies played in his head, the fox's cock now fully erect and throbbing against the bedsheets.

Now, he just had to wait.

And wait.

And... where was Nick? He told him to come back in a few hours. Did he pass out drunk at Jason's again? Just as Connor was starting to panic, heavy footsteps could be heard making their way down the hallway. The fox's worries subsided and were replaced by excitement. There was his savior! Strange that he didn't hear the door open though. Connor thought that he was too far in his own head to notice, but was thankful for the snap back to reality. When the footsteps stopped in the doorway, he called out,

"Sorry I made you wait so long, babe. I know you're pent up so just come in here and open your present~" The fox rolled over onto his stomach and lifted his ass, trying to give his husband a better view of his cute hole.

The goat in the doorway hesitated, thinking about the best possible way to go about this. This is what he deserved for running behind on his naughty list. With birch rod in hand, the black goat approached the fox, inspecting the scene. This was definitely not Nicholas Altor, the wolf whose punishment entailed several thwacks with his special birch rod. Krampus was designated to give the wolf as many as he saw fit for committing the heinous crime of not harboring an ounce of Christmas spirit. Instead, the devil goat quickly concluded, this must be Nicholas' husband. Was he the one who put those milk and cookies out there? How tacky. The old man definitely had enough weight on him already...

"Hon?" the fox questioned while looking around in confusion. The goat grinned. Actually, this might be a better punishment for the spiritless wolf. What better way to kick him back into shape than coming home to see his precious husband filled with devil cum. That'd get anyone moving.

Finalizing his decision, Krampus grabbed the vulnerable fox's ass, bending over to get a better look. The goat had a long, winding, tongue that was similar to a snake's. It was more of a scare tactic than anything, rarely useful and uncomfortable in his mouth. But, in these cases, he felt proud to be the owner of such a pleasure device. Hands full of fox ass, Krampus bent over to stick his tongue in Connor's anus. The twink began to moan loudly, too pent up to notice that this tongue clearly didn't belong to his husband. He had been waiting and fantasizing about this moment for our, his cock already soaked in pre and threatening to burst.

The goat used that magical tongue of his to explore deeper into the fox's ass than Nick's cock ever could. It was like Connor's own personal sex toy, pleasuring the spots he didn't even know existed. Easily massaging his prostate, Krampus twisted his tongue in different directions, flicking it up and down and side to side, to cover the fox's inner walls with his saliva. Soon, the little fox was given an ooze-like coating that would make for some great lubricant later on. Connor was paralyzed by pleasure, only able to moan and shiver, his mind too broken to form complete sentences. Even though the goat liked the face full of ass he was getting, he would much rather see something else shoved in the fox's tight hole instead.

Krampus pulled his tongue out, stepping back to admire his craftsmanship. The way the fox was whining and struggling against the ribbons while asking for more let him know that he still had it after all these years. Carelessly, the goat stripped off his Christmas robe, which he was contractually obligated to wear, and tossed it on the floor. It landed in a crumpled pile on top of Connor's pajamas. The toned demon got on top of the bed, his knees causes the mattress to sag. Connor could feel his weight towering over him and couldn't stop himself from shivering with anticipation. Once the goat was behind his victim, he placed a hand on the fox's head and pushed down as hard as he could, shoving the twink into the bed.

"Beg for it~" Krampus commanded. His gravelly voice was filled with authority and lust. This was a different presence than the fox was used to. Nick was handsy, maybe pushy at times, but this was something more. This was powerful. This was someone who would get what they wanted by any means necessary. All Connor could do was submit and enjoy the pleasure this benevolent being afforded him.

"P-please fuck me." The fox's voice came out timid and broken. The goat wasn't impressed. He let up on the pressure on the fox's head and lifted a knee off of the bed. Connor instinctively whined.

"Seems like you don't really want it," Krampus teased, knowing he would get the reaction he desired now. And, like clockwork, the flipped was switched in the fox.

"No!" he screamed. "I need your cock inside of me. I need you to pleasure me. I can't stay in this state anymore." Connor whined some more, practically mewling in front of the demon. Krampus grinned and put his knee back on the bed.

"Good slut~"

Only then did the goat allow the fox to feel what would soon be going inside of him. Krampus' cock was bigger and thicker than anything he had taken before. Resting it on Connor's back, he could feel the magnitude of the goat's meat. The heat it produced was sweltering. Against the backdrop of this cold December night, he thought that it was burning him. Krampus' uncut cock was secreted pre like no tomorrow, forming a small pool of hot lust on the fox's back. The demon let it slide across Connor's backside so he could feel every inch of the monster he was packing. When he reached the fox's entrance, he paused, letting the twink's anticipation and urges ruin him. Every time his cock throbbed, Connor could feel it pulsating against his ass. He was begging the goat to ravage him and yet the demon was still holding back.

"Please!" the fox cried out again. "I'm sorry for being disobedient, I-"

Krampus shoved three of his fingers inside Connor's maw. This time, he didn't need to be instructed to do anything, sucking on the digits out of necessity. He needed something, anything, to placate his desire. Thirsty moans filled the room as a consequence. The goat smirked. What a slut~

"No more talking, okay?" he ordered. Connor, fingers still in his maw, let out a sloppy 'mhm' before realizing his mistake and shutting up for good. "Let me focus on using you~"

Only then did Krampus start pushing his way inside the fox. Due to their foreplay earlier, he didn't meet as much resistance as he expected. The slut was obviously well-trained, but not many could handle his girth. And it showed. Despite going in easily enough, it was clear that the fox was struggling to keep himself together. His sucking became less voracious than before as he shifted his efforts to concentrating on taking Krampus' length. The demon didn't care if he broke the little fox though so instead of taking it slow, he shoved the rest of his length in, causing the fox to arch his back and yelp. In response, the goat shoved his fingers further down Connor's maw, which got the fox back to sucking.

Now that he was inside, Krampus could focus on decimating him. There wasn't as much room to thrust as he liked, but he could make it work. Slowly, he pulled his cock out inch by inch, so the fox could truly experience his length, before driving it back inside. From there on, he kept up a steady rhythm of thrusts inside the fox.

Connor was completely filled. With the goat's fingers in his mouth and the thick cock in his ass, all he could do was please his new master. But, he was going to do a damn good job of it. He sensually sucked on the demon's digits, using his tongue to wet and lick them in time with his thrusts. Lustful moans became commonplace along with the sloppy sounds of Connor's mouth coating the goat's fingers with his saliva. The other sound that could be heard was Krampus' thighs ramming against the fox's ass. The repeated slamming was music to the demon's ears. He enjoyed watching his length slip in and out of Connor's hole while the fox helplessly moaned in pleasure. The goat's cock was cleaving the tiny fox's inside, overring his brain with pleasure. Spit and saliva started to drip down his chin, falling onto the recently cleaned bedsheets.

The fucking went on throughout the night. The two tried different positions, Krampus controlling the fox the entire way, forcing him onto his cock in every direction. Connor came several times, the room smelling completely of sex and cum. But, nothing seemed to ever satisfy the goat. That was until they ended up back in their original position. Krampus' thrusts began to get slightly erratic as he picked up the pace. Labored grunts became more audible as he gave everything he had into these final thrusts. Soon, the demon thrust as hard as he could, filling the poor mortal with a boatload of his seed. It was hot and boiled up inside of him. Connor could hardly feel anything anymore. All he knew was that whoever this stranger was, he had claimed him for good. Krampus finally pulled his cock out, watching as his hot jizz pooled out of the fox's tired ass. Instead of leaving the fox in his sorry state, he surprisingly caressed the fox's cheek with his paw and Connor responded by nuzzling back into him.

"You did good, fox" the goat declared. Connor couldn't help but get excited from his praise. Krampus continued,

"You'd make a good cocksleeve. Why don't you come back with me?" Connor thought about his proposal for a second before gently shaking his head. Even though Krampus had claimed him, his heart still beat for another. However, he couldn't deny that this was the best dicking he'd ever received. So, against his better judgment, he replied,

"Visit as much as you like~"