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It didn't really feel like Christmas much, but it was just around the corner. Two days away, in fact. But I wasn't really in the mood for it, I was too busy trying to sort things with my own life out this holiday season. If I was going to enjoy the holiday season, it would be a miracle by now. I had bills to pay, things I had to do, and family I had to speak to (who enjoys that, though?). As I sat on my couch that night, two days before Christmas, I looked deep into the fireplace set in the middle of my living room. It was one of those old stone fireplaces that had some sentimental value to anyone who saw it if only because they appreciated the rustic qualities of the boulders that had been chopped into the look this fireplace had. The fire was rolling in it, snacking on some pine logs I had chopped just this afternoon after it had rained (which I was thankful for the shed's covered top).

I looked at the letter I had received in the mail and then sipped a little more eggnog before cuddling up on the couch under the thick blanket. Living out in the middle of nowhere was always a hassle to the modern world just beyond the forest, and mail was no exception. Still, as I sat in the living room I couldn't help but keep looking at the letter that sat on the coffee table in front of me. I sighed and picked it up for what must have been the fourth time that day and reread over it.

As I sat there in my living room, I reread the letter from my friend with a warm skipping beat in my heart. He was coming up to visit me for Christmas this year, and had said in his letter he would be arriving by plane into town today to spend the holiday with me. How he knew I would be alone this year was a mystery to me; I always had my brother Joshua for this time of year no matter how much we got into an argument about it. The daunting task of cleaning house had been done today just so my friend could feel welcomed when he got here soon.

In fact, the knock at the door signalled that he was here now for me. I got up and went to answer the door, greeting my friend with a warm, happy bear hug and inviting him inside. Usually it snowed this time of year and Christmas was always white, but today it was raining and slightly warm. I kept thinking to myself that it really wasn't Christmas two days from now, that it was just another day coming up soon.

"Hey, V. How you been doing?" I asked him as he hung his coat up and took his shoes off at the door. It was a house rule. I smiled at him and he smiled back with a slightly goofy smile.

"Doing well, Berkley. How have you been these last few years?" I always laughed when I heard Vlos speak after having not heard it for a while; his Australian accent was just adorable, almost as adorable as his puppy smile. He lived worlds away from me, but we were closer than most even if we did have to write mail to each other like most old-fashioned couples do. I had an email, sure, but love was not meant for the Internet. Especially not the kind we had for each other.

"I'm good. Doesn't feel like Christmas is two days away." I said with a gruff certainty. He nodded understandingly. We had been like brothers for years now, but we didn't have anything to tie us down in a relationship. Vlos always worked at this programming company in Melbourne, and I of course lived like a hermit in the woods. Well, some would say hermit; I just call it being rugged, living a naturalist's life. One with nature is better than one against it.

"It isn't really a problem if I stay through Thursday is it? The trip was supposed to be about a week." Vlos was always so polite. He knew if I said no he could just find an earlier flight and leave. He'd always listen to his Papa Bear's suggestions.

"It's fine. If you want to hang around, though I have to warn you that there is not much to do." I chuckled a bit and led him to the living room. The living room was spacious with old oak panels covering the walls, pine planks for the floor, and a mostly rustic set of furniture my grandfather had left thoughout the cabin when he gave it to me almost five years ago. The couch was covered by the thick blanket still but I doubted we would need the couch. There was always the bedroom.

"Well, do you mind if I have a cup of coffee? I'm a bit tired. You know how jetlag is." Vlos chuckled a bit and blushed a little as he dropped his bags by the stairs. I smiled and led him to the kitchen, my tiger tail swishing a bit behind me.

As I got the coffee prepared, he sat at the table and looked at me, smiling with a bright certainty. "I don't see how you manage to keep this place looking so good every time I come over here to visit you." He said, his doberman tail wagging contentedly as he sat at the table.

"Easy. This place is preserved like a museum." I joked and we laughed at this for a while because of the ridiculousness of the idea of a bear like me keeping this place that well-kept. I sat at the table while the coffee brewed, the room filling quickly with a strong smell of coffee. When I sat at the table, I pulled a thick brown cigar from my shirt pocket and put it to my maw, lighting it and taking a short series of drags to keep it lit. Soon the coffee was mixing its scent with the bitter smoke from my cigar. I wasn't unpleasant to me, and Vlos had grown accustomed to it as well when he was around me.

"Still smoking, I see."

"Of course."

"Mind if I steal one?" I handed him one and he took it eagerly. He didn't want it now, though, and I assumed he was still in the process of trying to quit smoking. He'd been trying for a few years now and had on and off success with it. He sat at the table and smiled at me, and I could only sit there and smile back for a while. When he put his paw on mine and held it tenderly I smiled a little bit bigger blushing slightly. "Do you want to... you know?"

Yes, I know. "Sure, Vlos. If you aren't too tired from your flight?" I answered with a smirk crossing my face.

He got up from the table and I couldn't help but follow him, watching him wag his tail the whole time behind him as he did and I chuckled a little. He sure was excited to have his Papa Bear around, I thought to myself as we headed up the stairs. Once we got to the bedroom door, he turned to me and pinned me to the wall, or tried to (I had to pretend he had the power for a bit, which is always fun), and laid his body against mine as we stood in the hall, then kissed me passionately on the lips, hugging me tightly as we embraced. The kiss lasted for a long time, I am not sure how long it really was, but when he pulled away from my lips, all I knew was that we were both fully aroused from the kiss.

"Glad to be home Papa Bear." He said seductively as he entered into the bedroom.

"Glad you're home, puppy." I said with a deeply playful growl in my voice as I followed him.

I closed the door behind me, my sight on the door for only a second or two, but when I turned around he was laying on the bed, his ass precariously positioned just for me to see. Somehow he had managed to get fully naked in the time it took me to get the door closed and turn around. No matter, I thought as I started to take my own shirt off, I'll keep him warm tonight.

I tossed my shirt onto the dresser to my right, then took off the tank-top beneath it and it found its way to the top of the mirror to my left. The floor mirror squeaked a bit as the force of the shirt hitting the top of it moved its facing up a little bit, pointed more towards the ceiling. I dropped my pants, my hard bearhood being an annoyance to get the pants off as I did. When I was fully naked, he instinctively wiggled his ass at me as if I needed more enticing.

He smiled at me and looked back my way as he lifted his tail a little, his wings fluttering a little as the winged Doberman licked his lips, liking what he saw approaching I guessed. He let out a murr and then a bark as if trying to hurry me along. I crawled over him as I got onto the bed, which creaked loudly as both of our weights were pressed against the mattress now, and for a second I lay on top of him, my fur pressed fully against his with nothing stopping us this time from mixing the fur together as we pressed closer.

He whined a bit as I pressed the tip of my cock to his tight hole, which hadn't been taken since last time I saw him; Vlos always promised he'd save himself for his Papa Bear. I smiled a little and nibbled his ear before whispering softly to him that it'd be okay. Papa Bear is always gentle, I reassured him, and his whining stopped, becoming murrs once again. I gripped his doggy cock and slowly began to rub it and stroke it in my paw, getting him feeling much more pleasured before beginning to bury my cock into his ass.

It was slow, you had to be slow with a cock that was almost thirteen inches long and about half that in thickness, especially with a small, tight hole to look after. I pressed each inch lovingly more into his hole, growling deeply with effort as I started slowly in. He whined again in pleasure, but I stroked his cock faster and he stopped his whines again, just bearing with me on this slow entry. "I promise it gets better." I said softly.

"It always does." He nodded a bit and then pressed back slowly, trying to help me in. It took a little bit but I managed to get in and softly growled in pleasure as the pre flowed from my thick bearhood a bit now, the pleasure becoming intense for a second as I nearly hilted inside of him. I'd save the hilting for later, of course. Once I was in, I slowly pulled halfway out again, starting a rhythm going as I did. It felt so good to have my puppy's hole again, and apparently he agreed with me because he barked loudly at this.

The thrusts became easier as the pre did its job of internally lubing up my puppy and slowly the pain we both felt began to lessen as his hole was stretched to accommodate me inside of him. He moaned a bit and I closed my eyes tightly as I went to work, getting faster and going deeper, abandoning slow and steady because neither of us wanted that. We wanted to go faster, I knew that from experience.

"Papa Bear..." He gasped, trying to say something. I nibbled on his neck a bit to shut him up. Anything he had to say I already knew. I concentrated on my thrusts a bit, chewing on his neck lightly as I did, not enough to break the skin, just enough to add to the pleasure.

He moaned a little more, and I could already feel his knot forming as my paw glided across his shaft, feeling the tapered tip of his doggy cock dripping pre into my paw and making the gliding easier as the pre was transferred from my paw to his cock due to the swift motions I was making, timing my thrusts with the paw on his cock too. I had to admit, I was getting close as well, having pent up from the last time we had fucked this good.

It didn't take much more for my pup to get at the edge of it, and when thirteen thick inches of bearhood is plugging your ass you reach it rather quickly, and he let out a howl as he came into my paw and onto the blanket on the bed, shooting thick doggy seed all over the place as he shot repeatedly. In doing so, he also clenched hard around my cock in mid-thrust and I moaned out loudly again and came hard into my puppy as well, my hot bear cum filling him up and warming down to his very belly as I did.

I held him close to me as I started to come down off my climax, and kissed gently at his neck, nibbling it softly as I did to which he murred softly back and tilted his head a little for me to get a better advantage on him. I gave his knot a gentle squeeze with my big paw, my fat gut pressing into his back softly as I did. I nosed him a little more before we shared another passionate kiss, our muzzles remaining locked for what must have been a long time, or maybe it was only a few seconds; time was priceless with Vlos.

"Merry Christmas, Vlos." I said softly to my puppy as I kissed his ear again.

"Merry Christmas, Papa Bear."