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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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I usually do my own annual Christmas themed stories around this time of the year regardless, but I was happy to find out that someone else also has the spirit of the season! So, this year, I am throwing my hat in with Terinastiger's Stocking Stuffer Christmas list! You can find out more about the stocking stuffer event over here in their journal https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10728053/like I did.

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"C'mon Devon, Santa isn't real" Ian, the short and skinny beagle argued with his larger friend as they made their way downtown to do some last-minute shopping. Ian had the hood of his jacket pulled up over his head with his hands jammed in his pockets to try stave off the cold as they walked to the mall to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.

"He is too, Ian. You should see the shit he gets my sister every year! This year I asked him for a NeighStation 5, I worked my butt off and have even been nice to my brat sister, he's definitely gonna give me one!" The large mastiff argued as he tried not to shiver from the cold. Having been something of a jock back in school, Devon still tried to present an annoyingly macho exterior, often to his own detriment. Even now, he still wore his letterman jacket with his school's name and mascot on the back as if he were clinging to the old glory days, even though they weren't that far behind him yet.

Ian and Devon had been friends since junior school, they were known as the Tweedle twins despite being very different looking. Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber to be more exact, they weren't known for their smarts or academic prowess and were for all intents and purposes, meathead jocks through and through. Some of their teachers were even surprised they could tie their own shoelaces, or walk and chew gum at the same time. But as dumb as the two were, at least they were kind and friendly, almost innocent even. So it was of no surprise that even at nineteen years of age, Devon James still believed in Santa Claus. Hell, he even believed in the tooth fairy after hearing of a family friends encounter with her a short while back.

As Devon and Ian discussed their plans for Christmas and what they were hoping to receive, both young men failed to notice large figure who walked casually behind them as he headed toward his temporary job at the mall. With how loud the two friends were talking, it was impossible for him not to hear them.

It wasn't long after that Devon and Ian stepped inside the mall and began to make their way from shop to shop as they hunted for what would pass as a decent Christmas gift for their families. It took a good hour or two, but eventually they both managed to find something and Devon even sprang for the extra buck or two to have his gifts professionally wrapped, so they wouldn't look like a dog's breakfast, as his mother loved to say. With their shopping out the way, Ian called it a day and headed back home to play on his NeighStation and left Devon to wander the passages of the mall alone for a bit.

"Hello Devon" a deep rumbling voice called out from a dark passage as the large mastiff passed by. Devon froze instantly, his head turning almost comically slow to the side while his eyes went wide.

"Santa?" the slow canine asked with genuine surprise.

"Yes, Devon. But please don't make a scene, I don't want to attract too much attention. I must speak with you alone, in private" The white bear with his curly white beard in his red suit and carrying a large sack motioned for the young man to follow him. Without moments pause, Devon eagerly followed along with his tail wagging merrily. Santa led Devon down a twisting hall until they got to what appeared to be a private office of sorts. There was a couch and a small table, along with some lockers on one end and a rack of different costumes on the other side of the room. Devon set his shopping down atop the small table as he eagerly waited to hear what THE Santa Claus needed to talk to him about.

"I must say Devon, I know you have tried to be a good boy this year and even been kinder to your sister, but unfortunately, you're still not quite off the naughty list. I'm afraid I might not be able to give you your very special gift you've been asking for. You know, your very own NeighStation 5?" Santa said with despair as he set his large sack to one side, keeping his eyes downcast and shaking his head slowly.

"But I have tried, honest! Isn't there anything I can do to get on the nice list, please?" the large mastiff begged, almost close to tears. His hands clasped before him as he pleaded with the large white ursine.

"Well, there is one thing, but...no, I can't ask that of you, it's too much" Santa began, but quickly changed his mind and again shook his head at the thought.

"No, please, anything! I'll do anything you want, Santa!" Devon begged and dropped to his knees before Santa, while tugging at his red trousers.

"Well, if you insist. Well, you see...Misses Claus, she doesn't do certain things anymore and I kind of miss them. If you'd be willing, I can make sure you get on the nice list this year" Santa laid it on pretty thick as he grinned behind his beard at the canine staring wide eyed up at him.

"Oh, yes, please! I'll do anything for you, Santa!" Devon nodded eagerly.

"Well, Misses Claus hasn't sucked my dick in forever. Do you think you'd be able to do that for Santa?" The white bear asked with a slight grin as he hefted the bulge in his trousers.

"Uhm, Santa...I'm not sure..." the mastiff wrinkled his nose at the thought.

"It's entirely your choice, Devon. You don't have to suck Santa's dick if you don't want to, but then you don't get your special gift either" The polar bear offered with a suggestive grope at his own crotch.

"Okay, fine" Devon huffed and gave in, watching with disdain as the larger male pulled down the front of his red slacks to expose a rather thick and stiff pink length. The mastiff leaned in and gave it a curious sniff before his tongue reached out to lick at the blunt tip. Devon had expected it to taste like candy or something magical, not just plain old musk and sweat. "NieghStation 5, I'm just doing it for the NeighStation 5" the young man kept reciting to himself as he forced his tongue to tease along one side of the bears cock and back up the other.

"Stroke the shaft of my candy cane and play with Santa's magical balls too" the bear directed when he saw Devon was a bit slow on the uptake. As dumb as the canine was, at least he followed orders and soon Santa was almost balls deep in the young canine's maw. Devon was a little rough with the bears balls, but overall, not too bad as he fondled them. His hands were surprisingly soft as he stroked the base of the bear's shaft while he dutifully sucked on the top portion, which Santa was eagerly thrusting in between his lips.

Despite his lack of intelligence, Devon knew that he did like girls, they just didn't like him back. There had been a few curious ones who had let him get his wick wet a few times, but nothing that had lasted more than one or two encounters. But even those few instances were enough for the mastiff to know he was hendosexual....herbosexual...he liked girls.

"That's good Devon, just like that. A little more and you'll get an extra little surprise" The bear growled and reached down to grip the canine tightly by his ears. With a few last thrusts into the young man's mouth, his big white balls began to jump and twitch as he fired off hot ropes of thick salty cum onto the young canine's tongue. As expected, Devon tried to pull back, but Santa wouldn't let him. Instead, Devon was forced to swallow the bitter and salty load of the white bear, right down to the last drop. Even after his climax finally subsided, Santa continued to pump his softening length in and out of the mutt's muzzle to keep himself erect.

If Devon was so eager to get his gift that he'd suck dick, there was no telling what else the white bear could get the young man to do. Finally, after a few minutes when he had managed to stave off the softening of his cock, Santa slowly withdrew his length from the mastiff's muzzle and grinned down at him.

"That was a nice start Devon, but still not quite enough to get on the nice list. There is something else Misses Claus hasn't done for me in ages, if you do that, then you'll definitely make it to the nice list!" Santa said emphatically as he tapped his spit slick cock against the mastiff's black furred muzzle.

"What doesn't she do?" Devon asked as he licked his lips and wrinkled his nose again at the aftertaste of having swallowed another man's cum.

"She doesn't do anal. Let me go up your chimney and I'll make sure you get your present and something extra!" Santa offered with a charming smile.

"Up my chimney?" The dumb dog replied, not quite following what Santa was talking about.

"Here, kneel and lean over the seat of the couch" Santa directed the young man before pulling his tracksuit pants and underwear down to expose his firm backside. "Lift your tail for me too" the white bear directed.

"Like this?" Devon asked as he knelt against the sofa, his slender tail slowly rising just like Santa had asked. At first, he felt a curious hand reach below to grope and fondle his thick sheath and heavy balls with a gentle squeeze each. But that was not what Santa was truly interested in, soon the white bear's fingers brushed up between the mastiffs' buttocks and under his tail. Santa was applying something there that felt cold and slimy, but the rubbing and massaging of his tail hole didn't actually feel too bad Devon supposed. At least until one of Santa's thick fingers began to push inside him, then another. "Unh, Santa...that hurts a little" the big canine grunted and briefly lowered his tail on instinct.

"Shh, just relax. Rudolph never used to like it either, but now the little slut can't get enough of Santa's cock up his chimney" the white bear stated matter-of-factly. Soon he had three fingers pumping in and out of the young mastiff's posterior as he worked more of the gel lubricant into him. When Devon stopped grunting and squirming so much, Santa knew he was ready to proceed.

With one hand gripping and lifting Devon's tail, the other guided his blunt tip to the slick and prepared pucker before him. The mastiff grit his teeth as the white bear's thickness began to work him open and sink slowly between his cheeks. The young canine's asshole burned white hot as it was stretched wide reluctantly, but even as he whimpered and growled, Santa kept on pushing.

"Tightest little chimney I've ever been in, such a good boy" Santa cooed out to the squirming canine as he felt like Devon's asshole was about to sheer his cock off at the base once he hilted the mastiff it was clenching so fucking tight around him. Goddamn the mutt was surprisingly tight for his size, the white bear knew foxes half his size that weren't this snug about his cock. Then again, they were foxes, so...

"Thanks Santa" Devon growled softly as he bit down onto one of the couch cushions before him. Soon Santa was moving his hips, slowly at first as he worked his stiffness in and out of the clenching rear beneath him. Every time his hips clapped against Devon's buttocks, the young mutt grunted and snorted. Even though his asshole still burned from being stretched, there was a curiously good feeling every time the cock under his tail moved.

"See, it's not so bad" Santa leaned over Devon's back to growl into his ear, while reaching beneath the young mutt to grab and stroke along his by now rather stiff prick. The white bear could feel how the mastiff's own impressive length was throbbing and spitting sticky strands of precum against the couch below every time he ground his own cock against Devon's prostate.

"That feels weird" Devon grunted when the bear adjusted the angle of his thrusts to hammer the unsuspecting mutts prostate more directly, almost keeping time with his hand stroking the young canine cock. "Wait, Santa...I'm gonna cum!" Devon whined pitifully, but that was exactly what Santa wanted.

"Good Devon, do it. Give Santa a white Christmas!" The large bear growled, starting to hammer his hips against the young man's buttocks. His own climax was rapidly approaching as well, but he wanted the young mutt to finish first. Sure enough, it didn't take much more for the inexperienced mastiff to howl into the cushion he had been biting down on as he painted the front of the couch with his sticky white mess.

Santa wasn't far behind as he gave the young naïve mutt a few last good thrusts before his own balls emptied themselves up his tight behind. Santa released Devon's tail and instead firmly gripped about the young man's waist, his hips grinding against the mastiff's behind while he flooded his guts with off-white seed. The polar bear wished he could go another round, but at his age, he was frankly surprised he even managed the second round. But it had been worth it, it wasn't often he got to break in a virgin rear. With one last pat on the behind, Santa withdrew his softening cock from Devon and tucked himself back into his trousers.

"That definitely deserves a spot on the nice list. You just wait here a moment and relax, Santa needs to go get ready to deliver your presents" The white bear panted and quickly made his way out of the room, leaving Devon kneeling bare assed over the couch with white mess beginning to trickle down between his buttocks and across the backs of his hanging balls below. As he walked back down the hallway, the bear stripped off the fake beard and hot as hell Santa outfit while chuckling to himself. "Jeezus H Croist...nineteen and still believes in Santa. What an idiot!" the albino black bear laughed and tossed the stolen Santa outfit into the bin.

Devon awoke early on Christmas morning and rushed downstairs, before anyone else was awake. To his excitement, there was a big NeighStation 5 sized box sitting under the Christmas tree with his name on it. The mastiff frowned when he read the card however.

"To Devon, Merry Christmas! Love Mom and Dad"