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A new short story series for the Christmas Time contest. I can taste those chocolates now :)

Naughty Santa: A Sex Story in Four Parts

Part 1

Santa Claus could feel the headache coming in as his day began. It was a headache he had come to know well, caused as it was by both the stress of and the preparations for his global trek. That wasn't the only source that caused the gnawing pain in his skull, oh no. It was also caused by excessive bitching. Everyone in the North Pole bitched. Reindeer like to bitch about the route they followed around the world, delivering presents to the millions of children. Elves liked to bitch about the food, never mind that Santa himself, Kris Kringle, had to eat the same slop as the rest. And Mrs. Claus bitched the most.

Mrs. Kringle was hopeless in the kitchen, and old age made it that much harder for her to even pack a lunch for her husband. And when Christmas rolled around every year, she would bitch, bitch, bitch about every little thing. Fifty years ago, it was the food he fed the reindeer. He'd fed them generously, not skimping on any part of their Christmas feast. When the newest Mrs. Claus saw what his reindeer ate, she bitched and nagged until Santa was forced to reduce the feed for the reindeer, forced to ignore the fact that they circled the entire freaking world in a single night and therefore got more than enough exercise to keep them from getting fat. Twenty years ago, she made him go on a diet. She'd decided that having a jolly, fat Santa encouraged obesity, and forced him into a vegan lifestyle. But not just him, oh no. She decided the elves had to suffer along with her husband and made them go vegan as well. Poor things couldn't turn out high quality toys with a few pieces of lettuce and a grape in their stomachs. And now, this year, Amy Kringle decided that his all-natural suit was bad, and forced him to replace his dyed wool and wolf's fur suit for something recycled.

So now here he was in the reindeer barn, wearing an outfit made from recycled Coke bottles, which did nothing to lessen the chill of the North Pole. Instead, Santa was warming himself in his favorite way.

"Ah!" cried Vixen, knees wobbling as she came around Santa's cock. Kris thrust his dick deeply inside the deer, pounding her hard, fast, and mercilessly, nipping at her back with his sharp wolf's teeth, hands gripping her middle tightly as he banged her. Two-legged white wolf cock met four-legged brown reindeer pussy with lewd smacks and squelches, Vixen's juices squirting out around Kris' cock with each thrust. With each meeting of hip and ass, Vixen's harness rattled, causing the bells studding it to ring furiously. They didn't bother trying to be quiet, since the blizzard outside soundproofed the barn and made it nigh impossible for the Missus to come search for her husband.

With a snarl, Kris shoved his hips forward one last time, pushing the entirety of his thick red meat into the deer, knot sliding inside easily before ballooning to tying size. Kris threw his head back and howled his pleasure to the sky as his cock twitched, sending many hot spurts of wolf cream into the oh so willing doe. Vixen sighed in happiness, slumping against her stall gate, panting softly. Kris panted as well, a contented grin on his face, the headache that had been looming and almost spoiled his fun having lost its hold upon him. He pat the doe on the side as a sign of appreciation.

When she could speak, Vixen craned her neck about to look in his direction. "Now that you're satisfied, Santa," she said. "I'd like to go over the route again." Kris sighed once more, a frown forming. Trust Vixen to try to mix business with pleasure.

"Can't it wait, Vixen?" he asked. "Can't it wait until I'm done blowing my load in you?" His words were meant to embarrass, but Vixen gave no ground.

"Sorry, Santa," she replied. "But we need to go over the new route."

"Fine..." grumbled the bringer of joy and happiness to the world. With a grunt, he tugged his fully swelled knot from the doe's slick slot. As his dick left her warm depths, it twitched a few more times, spitting small streamers of cum on her rump.

After pulling up his pants and cinching them tight, Kris pulled the stool he had been standing on away from the deer and sat down, waiting. Vixen turned around and went down on her knees.

"So, the others and I were talking," said Vixen. "We think we've come up with a plan that will let us hit every house in the world and still have time for the after party." The after party was an old tradition in the North Pole. Once the delivery was completed, Santa, his elves, and the reindeer all came together in one big celebration. The food and alcohol flowed copiously, and after a few hours the whole thing devolved into a massive orgy. Naturally, the Missus put a stop to it as soon as she married the boss. However, the forecasting elves had discovered that a massive snowstorm, worse than the one blowing currently, was going to hit the area a few hours before dawn. Just in time for the delivery team to reach home.

Kris waved a hand. The air shimmered, then a perfectly accurate map of the world appeared, suspended upon nothing. Seconds later, green lines appeared, marking the route Santa had followed the previous year, again at the insistence of the deer.

"Last year's route took way too long," remarked Kris. "What makes you think this year will be any different?"

Vixen shook her head, causing a cloud of shimmering dust to dislodge. The dust particles struck the floating map and rearranged themselves, becoming red lines that marked a new route. Many of the red lines overlapped the green, but most went this way and that, touching off on every inhabited landmass on the planet.

Seeing Santa's incredulous look, Vixen explained. "Seeing as time is always a problem when we go out delivering presents, all of the other reindeer approached me with an idea. If we use our magic at just the right times, we can pull off this delivery without a hitch. At certain points on our journey, when we're passing uninhabited areas, we'll use our magic to speed ourselves up, for just an instant, to the speed of light. The effort will be tiring, true, but we'll make insanely good time when we have to cross the oceans and unpopulated jungles. What do you think?" She gazed at her boss hopefully.

Kris scratched his chin and gave a 'hmm', running the scenario in his head. Finally, he looked at Vixen. "The idea is sound, but I'm going to have to run a simulation just to be sure. With only a week 'til Christmas, we can't afford any screw-ups." Seeing the shock on Vixen's face, he added hastily, "Not that I think you'll screw up. Safety first, though." He pat the doe on her back as a sign of a job well done.

Vixen squealed with delight at receiving such a sign of favor. She nuzzled into his no-longer-fat belly with a giggle. Then she arched her neck up to the wolf and said, "Want me to suck your cock?"

Not being the sort to need asking twice, Kris yanked his pants down, exposing his semi-flaccid penis to the deer. The doe obligingly opened her mouth as wide as she could and leaned down, sliding his meat between her strong bottom teeth and the hard palate in her upper jaw. As soon as she had fit him as far back as she was comfortable (which is to say everything but the knot), she proceeded to close her mouth, tightening the space around Kris' dick slowly, squeezing his member between tongue and palate. When finally she had closed as much as she was able without causing an unfortunate sexual accident, Santa was panting, soft whines issuing from his nose, begging her to do what she loved best.

Vixen began to suck, like a fawn on her mother's teat. The suction was incredible, drawing him further into her mouth, tongue lashing at the underside of his shaft and rolling along the head. Her mouth was warm and wet, and pulsed and undulated all around him, heightening his pleasure. He could feel his climax build swiftly, sensitive as he was from their earlier play.

But as he started to peak and threw his head back, she suddenly stopped. The suction released, and Kris was left with a raging hard, which became exposed to the elements as Vixen drew away. Panting from the pleasure and seething with sexual frustration, Kris growled.

Vixen responded with a giggle. "Can't use all that up now, boss," she said with an un-deer-like grin. "Fantina wanted me to tell you to meet her in the workshop. Something about it being kind of urgent."

With a grumble of frustration and a hiss of discomfort, Kris pulled up his bright red pants and cinched them tight, then, after grabbing his coat and saying goodbye to Vixen, began picking his way slowly out of the barn. He looked rather silly, waddling around, trying to keep his erection from rubbing inside of his pants. As soon as he opened the barn door, however, a blast of cold wind from outside cured him of his need. With a single backward glance at Vixen, he left the barn.