Almon: Santa
#1 of Almon
"Almon go upstairs! Santa won't come if you don't go to bed!" My mom patted me on the head and ruffled my head-fur
I looked up at her angrily.
"I want to wait up for him!" I pushed her hand away and pouted. My father chuckled from the kitchen. The sound of
his booming laugh echoing through the small house. I looked to the kitchen and my dad came through the passageway
into the living room with a glass of eggnog in hand. My mom rolled her eyes.
"Really honey. Eggnog this late at night?" My father just smiled and looked down at me.
"Now son I know you want to wait for Santa but you have to go to bed. You don't want to be a bad boy on the last
night before your presents do you?" I shook my head, "Then go upstairs and go to bed. I promise Almon, the second
after you lay down it'll already be tomorrow morning. Alright?" I nodded in agreement and ran for the stairs. They
didn't understand.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth!" My mother yelled up the stairs as I bolted for my room. I stopped at the door
and sighed, my head dropping to the floor. I walked over to the bathroom and slammed the door. My stepladder was
already in place and I walked up to see my pouting muzzle in the mirror.
They didn't understand!
"I don't want presents from Santa..." I said to myself in the mirror. Sighing again I looked down for my
toothbrush. "...I want to play that game with Santa..." I found my trademark Blue Falcon toothbrush. It was dark
blue and shaped like the Blue Falcon, my favorite superhero. This was my favorite toothbrush because it was
electric and the head would spin if I hit the button.
"I don't hear brushing!" My mom yelled from behind the door. I turned on the toothbrush and shoved it into my
mouth. I hate toothpaste so I never use it. I watched myself in the mirror and shoved the toothbrush back and
forth into my muzzle. Looking back quickly at the door I got down from my step. I ran over, locked the door and
tried to listen over the sound of my toothbrush. I didn't hear anything. I walked over and sat down on the toilet.
Watching the door intently I took the toothbrush out of my mouth. Slowly I moved it down until the bottom of it
was pushing against my penis through my sleeping pants. "Ooooh..." I sighed as the shaking brush connected with my
lap. I started moving it back and forth as my penis got pokey. I pushed it down harder trying not to moan.
I heard footsteps and quickly stood up and watched the door. I listened and the heavy steps walked passed the
bathroom and went down the steps. I took a couple of breaths and waited again, watching the door the whole time.
After a minute I reached down into my sleeping pants and wrapped my paw around my peepee. I squeezed it a little
and tried to calm down. I bit my lip and looked at the door and then over at the tub. Climbing into the tub I
closed the shower curtain. My heart racing I got down and then laid down on my back in the tub. I shoved my
toothbrush into my mouth and used my paws to pull down my pants. My penis was pointing straight up.
I lifted my legs and reached down to my tail-hole I rubbed my tail-hole with my paw making my penis shake a little.
Grabbing my toothbrush I pulled it out of my muzzle and spun it around to shove the bottom end in. The thick blue
plastic vibrated in my mouth and I swirled my tongue around it to get it wet.
I tried to get as much spit on it as I could. Pulling it out I looked at it, the shaking plastic making my spit
dribble off onto my brown chest. I brought it down to my tail-hole and pressed the brush against it. "OOooh..." I
moaned as the shaking brush wriggled against my tail-hole I started breathing heavily as I twisted the brush
around in circles making it rub more against my tail-hole I bit down a little and growled as I pushed the end of
the brush into my tail-hole "Oh. <huh> Oooohhhh..." I moaned as the brush got just past my tail-hole and started
shaking on the inside of my butt. I wasn't hitting that weird spot but it still felt good. I grabbed my penis in
my paw and started to rub it between my fing- KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Are you done yet in there!?" I breathed in all the air I could and tried to stay quiet. My chest hurt and I tried
to pull the toothbrush out of my butt. I pulled it too quickly and winced at the pain.
"Did you hear me young man!? Get out of there and get to bed!" I tried to stand up in a hurry and just ended up
falling back on my butt. I had forgotten to pull up my pants. My toothbrush and a shampoo bottle fell into the tub
making a loud CLANK! noise. The vibration from my brush also making a clicking noise against the tub.
"Are you alright in there!?" I grabbed my toothbrush and pulled open the shower curtain.
"Y-y-yes mom, I j-just... just..." oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god "d-dropped my
toothbrush. I'll be out in a minute." I pulled up my pants and picked up the shampoo bottle. I quickly ran to
sink and started rinsing off my toothbrush. My hands were shaking and I dropped my toothbrush in the sink. I took
a deep breath and turned off my toothbrush and put it back. Then I looked down at my penis. It was still hard.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"I'm sorry I scared you honey but I need to use the bathroom. Are you almost done?" I looked at the door and then
back at my penis.
"Yes mom!" I walked to the medicine cabinet and looked around. Nothing. I got off my step ladder and looked in the
cabinet underneath the sink. Pushing over some jugs I found a small roll of duct tape that dad had left under the
sink after he fixed the leaky pipe there. I grabbed it and got up to flush the toilet. As it was flushing I ripped
some duct tape off and threw the tape back under the sink and closed the door. My penis was still hard as I pulled
down my pants. I grabbed it and pushed it down against my leg taping it in place. It tried to bounce back up but I
held it down and let the tape stick to my leg fur. I winced a little and pulled up my pants. Then quickly I ran to
the door, unlocked it, and opened it. My mom quickly ran in and closed the door,
"Sorry honey gotta go!" and slammed the door. My dad was also there and smiling. I looked up and smiled baring my
teeth.
"Mom scared ya, eh?" I smiled a little more and looked down. This of course made my father laugh. I turned red
under my brown fur and made my way to my room.
"Not going to say good night?" My father said with a smile. I turned around,
"Good night dad. GOOD NIGHT MOM!"
"GOOD NIGHT ALMON!" My mom yelled from the bathroom.
"Good night Almon." My dad said with a smile. I quickly ran into my room and closed the door. I pressed my back
against the door and closed my eyes. I could barely breath, that was too close! I took some deep breaths and tried
to calm down. I locked my door and pulled down my sleeping pants. I looked down at the tape patch between my legs
and grimaced. This was going to hurt. I pulled a little at one of the corners of the duct tape and it started
pulling at my leg fur. "Ow." It hurt too much... Maybe I could get it off in the shower? But I wouldn't be able to
shower until morning. Well it didn't hurt if I didn't stretch my leg too much so maybe I could wait until morning.
But I really wanted to play with myself. I looked down and tried to pull at it again. "OW!" It hurt too much.
I pulled my sleeping pants back up and laid down in my bed. I sighed and reached down to rub myself. I wanted to
play with Santa. I spun around on my bed and laid on my stomach. I looked underneath my bed and shuffled stuff
around. A toy car, the blue falcon action figure, a book, there it was. It was a Christmas magazine for a
department store. On the cover was a picture of Santa with a little fox on his lap. Santa was a big white polar
bear in a red suit.
I kissed the picture and flipped around so I was on my back again. I hugged the picture and pulled my white sheets
over me .
"I wish Santa would come play that game with me. He would be the best at it." I laid my head back and closed my
eyes. Rubbing my penis through my pants and the tape.
My thoughts started to scatter, something about school, being outside, the Christmas tree. Santa. Santa was here.
Santa was on top of me and hugging me. All of a sudden my wrists were warm and Santa kissed me. His warm muzzle
fur was covering my mouth. Santa pulled back and was sitting over my legs looking down at me. I looked and things
started to change, everything was getting fuzzy.
I opened my eyes and tried to breath through my mouth. I quickly realized that I couldn't and saw Santa sitting on
my legs. Then I realized that my paws were tied down and I started to get scared. I looked at Santa for help and
then realized that he didn't look quite right. This Santa didn't have as big a belly and he wasn't a polar bear
but just a regular brown bear. Santa put a finger to his mouth and went 'Shhhhhh!' I nodded and tried to shift my
hands about.
"Ho ho ho," Santa whispered,"have you been a good little boy this year?" I nodded. Santa was really big. His belly
wasn't so big but he still seemed really tall and my legs were falling asleep underneath him. I shifted my legs to
try and move them. Santa got up and stood next to my bed. He got on his knees and started playing with my head-fur
"You may have been good most of the year but you forgot about something." I looked at Santa. From here I could
smell him, he smelled like he just came from gym.
"You ate all of my cookies. Even after your parents told you not to." I thought about it and whined through the
cloth around my muzzle. I had eaten the cookies and I had forgotten to put more out for Santa. I wanted to tell
Santa I was sorry but I couldn't talk with my muzzle tied.
"Since you misbehaved on the very last night I'm willing to give you presents but only if you help me make more
cookies." I nodded and then tried to pull my paws out of the knots around them. Santa held my paws still. Then
Santa reached down and started to pull down my sleeping pants.
"First let's get you out of these scary pants." My sleeping pants had bats on them. Pulling them down Santa
spotted the patch of duct tape on my leg. Looking back at me he raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe you have been naughty after all?" My chest started to pulse again. Santa reached down and started to pull
on the tape. "MMMMNN!" I whined.
"Well boy this is going to have to come off." Santa smiled and started to pull on the tape. "MMMMM!" I whined
loudly as the tape slowly pulled out pieces of my leg fur. My eyes teared up and Santa stopped. Santa then stood
straight up and fixed his suit. Then he turned around, his butt right in my face, and he started shuffling through
something. Standing back up he had one paw over his shoulder holding a big red sac and the other holding a tube of
store bought cookie dough.
"Do you still want to help Santa make some cookies? Or are you going to be a bad boy?" I nodded, shaking my head
up and down as fast as possible. Hoping that if I helped him with this I could play my game with him. Santa smiled
and laid the bag down on my stomach. I felt a ton of things in that bag shuffle around the space of my stomach.
Santa walked to the end of the bed and looked around my room.
"We need something to put this stuff into so we can mix it." Santa looked down at me and smiled, "I have an idea."
Santa then lifted my legs and scooted onto the end of my bed. Holding my legs with one paw he reached into his sac
with his free paw. Santa pulled out some sort of cuff and a rope tied to it and attached it to my ankle. Then he
rifled through his sack some more, found another and attached it to my other ankle. Smiling he grabbed one rope
and reached over me. The rope pulled my leg with him and he tied my ankle to the bed post. This left my leg bent
backwards over me, my knee right near my face. He sat back and looked at me. I was confused but I tried to smile
and I lifted my untied leg up so it was closer to the bedpost so he could tie it easier. Santa smiled wider.
"Maybe you are a good boy after all." Santa then pulled the rope and tied my other leg to the other bed post. I
winced, the duct tape on my leg was pulling a little. Santa ran his paw over my chest and belly.
"Now let's start mixing." I turned my head confused. This was all starting to seem similar to my game and had
nothing to do with cookies. What did Santa want? Santa rifled through his sac again and pulled out a stick of
butter.
"First we need some butter." Santa unwrapped the butter and pushed the stick against my tail-hole
"MMMh?" I said through my bound muzzle. Was Santa going to play with me after all?
"It's all right," Santa said, "I'm going to make some cookies inside of you. If you're a good boy you won't make
any noise because you'll want to be a good mixing bowl. If it turns out you're a bad boy then you'll have ruined
my cookies and I'll have to punish you. Understood?" I nodded and my heart raced. Santa pushed the butter against
my tail-hole and slathered it around. I could feel my fur matting down with dripping butter. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the feeling of my tail-hole being played with. I felt Something hard against my tail-hole and looked down to
see Santa pushing a finger into my butt. His claw slipped in and I felt his finger tip slip steadily inside me. I
was trying not to make noise. Then he starting wriggling his finger.
"mmmmmm..." I moaned. Santa started to pull his finger out and pushed it back in.
"You like that boy?" Santa said looking more confused than I did earlier. I nodded and Santa wriggled his finger
again this time hitting that spot inside my butt. Then he pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth. I looked
down at him and said,
"Mhhrre!" Santa looked at me with surprise.
"What did you say boy?" I looked at him and realized my mistake,
"Mhhre Hlheahe!" Santa started laughing and then rubbed his eyes with his paw. He smiled and said,
"Don't worry there's always more. I can see I won't have to go as slow for you." Santa grabbed a tube of cookie
dough from off the bed and started to open it. The tube of dough held it's shape even outside of its container. He
held the six inch tube of dough in front of me.
"You want one of these inside you?" Santa said with a devilish smile. My penis was so hard underneath the duct
tape it was starting to hurt my leg.
"Hhoo" I wanted to have as much in there as possible. Santa smiled wider.
"Two? Are you sure?" I nodded, "Alright boy, you'll get two then." Santa lowered the cookie dough and I felt the
cold tube press against my tail-hole I tried to breath deep like when I used my toothbrush. "mmmMMMHM" The dough
was so cold I could barely stand it. Santa just chuckled and shoved more of it in. This was definitely bigger than
my toothbrush and it was starting to hurt. I felt the tip of Santa's claw push in and pull out.
"All in there boy." I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and enjoyed the feeling of being full. My penis was
throbbing. Soon holding it was too much and I began to try and push some of the cookie dough out. I felt Santa's
claw jam my tail-hole closed.
"Whoa boy, my cookie dough is in there. Time to bake." Santa stood on his knees and pulled down his red pants. A
huge ursine sheath sprung out dripping clear thick pee. Santa's sheath was huge but where was his penis? Santa
pulled back on his sheath and his penis head came out! What was wrong with his sheath! And the tip of his penis
was round and purple? My sheath was tiny and my penis was red and pointed. Santa was really weird.
Santa poured something onto his weird sheath-penis. Then he moved closer to me and I could feel his penis press
against my tail-hole Santa grabbed the corner of duct tape and pulled slightly on it.
"Ready?" I looked at him confused when all of a sudden Santa ripped the duct tape off and shoved his penis into my
butt.
"MMMMMMHHHMM!!" I tried to breath but couldn't. My penis was on fire and butt felt like it was split in two. I
could feel the cookie dough pressing against the inside of my butt. It was pressing way to hard and hurt. My eyes
watered and I looked at Santa. Santa smiled and pushed his hips forward.
"MMMM!!!" oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god it was too much. I couldn't take it. I
started shaking my head back and forth.
"thhhh hlheahe!" Santa stopped pushing and looked down.
"You want me to stop?" I nodded. "Should I take this out?" Santa said pointing down. I nodded.
"Alright." Santa pulled out a little and I could feel some of my butt relax, then he stopped.
"Wait, but I want to go back in." Santa pushed back in and my stomach started to hurt again.
"thhhh hlheahe!" Santa stopped again and pulled back. Then again he stopped and looked down.
"Well how about I do what you want a little and what I want a little. That sounds fair right?" I nodded.
"Okay, so I want to push in." Santa filled me again, my butt stretching and burning.
"THHT!" Santa looked at me, "And you want me to pull out," Santa pulled out a little and my breathing quickened,
"and I want to go in," I could feel Santa's penis as it slowly slid each time into or out of my butt. "And you
want me to pull out, and I want to go in, I think I got it." Santa smiled again and grabbed my hips. Then he
started pushing his penis in and out really fast.
"MMM! MM! MMMMM!" I screamed and my vision blurred. I could feel my penis bouncing outside of my sheath. Santa
kept going, shaking my bed and looking up while panting. That spot in my butt started to get hit all the time and
my peepee felt like it was going to explode. After what felt like an eternity Santa stopped to catch his breath
and looked down at me. My penis was pulsing and I was breathing heavily out my nose. Santa backed up and pulled
his weird penis out. I felt a flood of something flow out of my butt.
"Cookie dough santorum, nice." Santa reached down and scooped some of this foam up with his paw. Then he slathered
some of it against my nose. It smelled awful and I shook my muzzle to try and get it off. Santa rifled through his
sac yet again and pulled out another tube of cookie dough. I looked at him and shook my head.
"mm mm, mm mm!" Santa just shook his head in response.
"You said two and I'm not done with my cookies." Santa unwrapped the second one and my heart stopped. I couldn't
take another one, there was no way. Santa got in front of my tail-hole again and started to shove the tube in.
Again I felt the cookie dough fill me up and tried desperately to get him to stop.
"HLHEASE! HOO MMHH!" Santa just chuckled and pushed the rest in and before I could push it out Santa shoved his
penis back into me.
"You are such a good boy! GRR!" Santa pushed hard against me, his penis pushing the cookie dough further inside of
me. "Lets have some milk with our cookies." Santa grabbed my hips again and started pushing and pulling his penis
in and out of me. I could barely think. I could feel that foamy liquid spurt out of my butt every time he pulled
back. Also I didn't realize it but I was scream moaning through my bound muzzle.
"MMMMM! MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMM!!!" Santa smiled and grabbed my penis with one of his paws. Then he started to rub me
like I rub myself in the bathroom. I could feel that spot in my butt and soon my penis started to jump in his paw
and I could feel my head get all cloudy.
"MMMMM! mmm mmmhh mmmmhh" Santa kept ramming his penis into me and kept hitting that spot even after my penis had
started jumping. My vision was getting blurry and I couldn't breath as much through my nose. I heard Santa
moaning,
"Grrr grrrrrr," then my eyes closed and I felt something pull out of my butt, "GRRR!!" Something warm hit my face
a few times and then I fell asleep.