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That fox. One day I'd be immune to his damn charms and just stay at home. I growled to myself as I clenched my fists. The tiny canine girl in front of me must have heard, because she yipped a little and clung to her mother's gloved paw. I probably deserved that, but still, plenty of grumpy furs were shopping during Christmas, she'd have to get used to it.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck a bit more tightly. December was always somewhat chilly, but this year brought a record-setting cold. The streets would've been a lot more crowded with last minute shoppers if it weren't so cold, but it was still too busy for me. Today would have been perfect to sit in my living room with a big mug of hot chocolate and some trashy holiday gay romance novel. And yet, Arnold convinced me that I'd need new clothes for my trip to see my family.

The fox was my best friend throughout all of university, and now our first year of living in the working world. He was adorable, with a nose you just want to beep, but we never got down and dirty. It'd be way too weird, like sleeping with a sibling. Though, between the two of us, I'm sure we've had sex by proxy: our dating and hookup pools would intersect on occasion. It always made comparing notes after the fact hilarious. As many gay males lived in the city, it often felt a little too small.

His biggest asset, though, was his charisma. The fox could talk a Miss America contestant into wearing a Transformers costume on the runway; talking me into going shopping with him was cub's play.

Ignoring the bear with the bell in front of the door, I pushed my way into the department store and shook the frost from my extremities. Arnold would be on this side of the store, he had texted ahead of time to let me know. The generic Christmas Muzak filled my ears, announcing the season.

Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum

But instead of the short, lithe fox, an employee greeted me. Another wolf, like myself, though way skinnier than I. He was really cute, with one ear slightly crooked and the brightest blue eyes. I shook my head when he asked if he could help me, sir. I was only twenty-four; sir was how my father was addressed, however I didn't bother to correct the employee. It wasn't worth the effort.

Once the other wolf had moved on to greet new customers, Arnold finally appeared. The fox's megawatt smile could warm everyone around him, even in this frigid weather. He had let his emerald-shaded plaid scarf--no, he always corrected me: it was argyle, not plaid--come undone and hang from his neck, revealing a white ruff from under his down jacket and a button-down shirt with the top left open. He was far more fashionable than me, my standbys being jeans and black t-shirts, but that's why I let him help me with my clothes.

We made our way to the male's section, which was much quieter than upstairs by the perfumes (and better smelling). I guessed not many guys grabbed new threads on December 23rd. And I wondered how many furs actually bought clothes for grown males on Christmas.

Arnold winked at me as he gripped my arm and pulled me to the dressier area. He was convinced that for Christmas dinner with my nieces and sister I should be dressed to the nines, or at least the eights. It didn't matter that my family was way more laid back than his, but I did admit it would be nice to own something that sat between university student on a budget and suited office worker now that I could afford it.

I stood like some sort of strange wolf Christmas tree as the fox puttered around me, pulling shirts and pants off tables and hangers to hold up against me. Whenever he found one that he liked, he draped it over my outstretched arms, all the while singing along loudly to the Christmas music piping in over the speakers, which would be annoying if he wasn't so good at it. Arnold had a sense of rhythm, and could hold a tune. I had joked a couple times that he should've been a music or theater major, but his parents wanted him to have a "practical" degree, so he chose to be a Poli Sci major, just to spite them.

He confessed to me once that it didn't really matter what degree he had, as long as he had one. Being a personal assistant to a Vice President of Some Organization or Another was apparently not that discriminating on what your precise education was. Compare that to my line of work in Civil Engineering. Sometimes I wondered which of us has more fun with their job, even if I did make nearly twice as much as he did.

"I'd ask if you needed any help, but you're clearly in capable paws." I glanced up at the light voice to see a tiger grinning lopsidedly me, his fangs peeking out from his black lips. I raised an eyebrow, feeling entirely ridiculous under the pile of clothes Arnold had draped over my limbs. Given how cute this taller cat was, I was in danger of having another limb for clothing to be hung upon. My shoulders were a fair bit broader than his, but he wasn't emaciated, just slim. Definitely a runner's build. His fur was short and well kept, with the exception of the strip of black fur along the top of his head, which was spikey and wild.

Before I could form a much delayed response, Arnold came back with a pair of dress slacks, letting the employee know that we needed a fitting room. It was a relief to hand off all of those clothes, and a little exciting to feel the tiger's paws on my arms as he grabbed the articles from me. He smiled at me again before turning and leading us to the back.

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away

Down boy! I wasn't going to ravish the disgustingly well-dressed and cute as hell tiger here in the store. I mean, the male's section was quiet, but that stuff only happens in those tacky gay erotica novellas, right? Still, he was my type for sure.

Arnold grinned at me knowingly, to which I rolled my eyes. He knew my type, too, and I could just see the gears turning in the clever vulpine's brain. But nothing was going to happen, though if I played my cards right, I might get his email. Besides, we had a mission: clothes shopping; I wanted that part over with already.

His name was Kevin, and he'd be happy to help in any way we needed. Arnold dismissed him, however, letting him know we'd grab him soon. The fitting rooms were deserted, leaving just Arnold and myself putting on a fashion show for two.

The first outfit my best friend had put together for me was simple. Charcoal slacks, and a cobalt blue button-down. He said something about black and white not really working with my fur tones. I hated my colouring. Black on the back, and white on my front, mixing to a gray along my sides, I looked like a husky or a malamute, especially during the winter with the thicker coat. It pissed me off to no end when other furs got it wrong, particularly when it was some twinky rat or kangaroo with a dog fetish. Arnold always told me to chill out, though. We're all canines anyways, the vulpine would say.

Still, the outfit appeared pretty sharp, if I said so myself. The next set were a pair of dark jeans and a maroon v-neck sweater. This was more my speed. The jeans were a bit long however, and I wasn't sure how comfortable I was showing off that much chest fur. The V went quite deep, nearly to my sternum. But it must've looked damn good because when Arnold brought Kevin back to get a pair of shorter jeans, the tiger whistled at me.

I got a much better peek at the employee this time. His own sweater was fitted around his lithe torso, an olive contrasting with his orange fur, making it seem more intense. His black stripes rippled across his tight muscles as he moved them, and he moved them a lot. He and Arnold were both quite expressive with their paws as they talked, bouncing more clothing choices off each other, while I stood stock still, taking him in. Grumpy Wolf Barbie, now with intense staring action.

"You sure you don't want a waist size larger?" The tiger pointed at my crotch and I looked down sheepishly. "Looks a bit tight down there." I glanced back up with another raised eyebrow, and Kevin had his lopsided grin again. Arnold was behind him covering his muzzle with his paws, trying not to giggle. I flicked my ears at my friend in annoyance.

"No, this is my size. The discomfort is only, uh, temporary." It was hard not to growl the last bit of the sentence, but Kevin didn't seem to notice. Rather, he departed to get me a shorter pair of jeans, and Arnold winked at me and followed, leaving me alone with the Christmas tunes in my too-deep v-neck and too-long pants.

She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog And we'd begged her not to go But she'd forgot her medication So she staggered out the door into the snow

I was getting antsy. I hadn't gotten laid since last New Year's, and while unplanned, it was hot as hell. The bull nearly ruined me for all other guys, but given I hadn't seen him since, dwelling on him wouldn't get me anywhere. I had to make a move on Kevin, but I was so rusty I wasn't quite sure how to go about it without looking like a complete idiot. On the other paw, Kevin obviously noticed my...interest, so maybe it'd be easier than I thought?

A few lengthy minutes later, Kevin appeared by himself with another pair of the dark jeans. Arnold, however, was nowhere to be found. As the tiger stepped closer, I steeled myself. I'd be clumsy as hell, but whatever. It was a big city, right? I could just shop elsewhere if things went south.

"I brought your new jeans. Did you want to try them on?"

With a deep breath I stepped forward and slipped my arm around the tiger's back. He felt solid under my paw. "I'd like to try you on, actually," I said softly, a throaty growl behind my voice. I boosted myself to my toes and planted my muzzle on his, kissing him hard as I pulled him deeper into the dressing room. While I was kicking myself inside for the cheesy line, I realized Kevin wasn't resisting at all, and in fact was kissing me back. His tongue was rough on mine, but the tactile pressure was delicious.

The slim cat used a foot paw to shut the door while never lever leaving our embrace. "I was hoping you'd want to." His own voice was discreet, not wanting to get caught snogging a customer at work. Or more. Kevin's paw had undone the button fly on the too-long jeans, and I wondered if he actually wanted to go all the way here. But my cock was no longer confined in the tight jeans. A snowy jock pouch stretched so the base of my red rod could be seen was the only thing keeping his paw from my flesh.

I growled again, shoving my tongue deep in his throat as I pulled him around, putting his back to the wall. After pushing my crotch into his once, I undid the button above his ropey tail and slid my paws down his pants, letting my claws rake through his short fur, enjoying the round globes against my pads. The naughty cat was wearing a thong! I learned later it was so no underwear lines showed up outside his pants, but at the moment it gave my fingers unimpeded access to his tight, fuzzy hole.

As I carefully glided my dull claw over his twitching entrance, he whimpered. I knew he wanted me, but I also didn't want to get him in trouble. Well, or myself, I supposed. Kevin had his head on my wide shoulder as I teased his hole with a single finger, so I turned my muzzle a little and licked his ear, making it flick. I let him know I wanted to fuck him, right there, and his response was simply, "Just put it in me."

I didn't know how long we had been kissing and groping, but I didn't think we had been there for much time. Still, I realized having full-blown sex in a fitting room required a little haste, so I motioned for him to turn around and lean against the wall. I slipped his pants to his ankles, but left his thong on. It wouldn't do to have him dripping all over the change room.

I touched my tongue to his sweet pucker, taking in the clean scent, but he hissed slightly and shook his head. "Just put it in me." He glanced down at my soaking jock. "You're wet enough."

A little dubious of his plan, but too excited to not take him at his word, I stood up and dropped the white pouch. Kevin's hazel eyes widened and he licked his lips. My scarlet length was at full mast, the tapered end dripping and covered with pre-cum. I wasn't long, but I was definitely thicker than average, and the look on Kevin's face could've either been anticipation or fear. It was a bit zealous in any case.

My crimson cock was bright, even against his orange ass fur. His thong was a dark, blending with the obsidian stripes, but my claw still found the strip hiding between his cheeks. I pushed it aside as I lined myself up with his hole, rubbing the head around and making it slick. I didn't want to hurt him.

He didn't care, though. Once I had the tip in, he pushed back on me, almost knocking me over in his eagerness. My eyes rolled into my head as I felt myself gripped inside him, my knot mostly inflated and resting on his rear. I heard him panting, his arms propped against the wall and his head leaning on them. I flexed my cock once, letting him feel it thicken for a moment, and he moaned in reply. Something told me he wasn't normally a quiet fuck.

But he had made it clear this wasn't a leisure trip. I dragged my dick out, leaving just the head inside his snug hole, before sliding back in. His breathing hitched, and he whined lightly again. I doubted he'd ever be completely quiet, so I figured I'd go for it. I was used to furs needing a lot of lube to take my thickness, but Kevin's hole was pretty dry, and the friction was heavenly. I wouldn't last long.

The damned cat was a couple inches taller than me, and I had trouble getting purchase to drill him, until I pulled his waist down with a forceful tug. He got the picture, but I still had to lean into him, my chest to his back, to really get going. But once we had established a rhythm, it wasn't long until the end.

Each thrust I would grunt ever so slightly, Kevin would let out a small moan. Every time I bottomed out I felt myself get closer, and his tunnel get slicker. I reached around to grab the pouch on his thong, and found it dripping with cum. Apparently the cat had shot at least once already. So much for not getting anything on the fitting room floor.

I was close. My furry balls rose, and my timing became erratic. I tried to say something to Kevin, but I groaned slightly instead. I think he knew what I was trying to ask though, because he told me the same thing he had been telling me the past few minutes: "Just put it in me."

There was no way my knot would fit in his hole, not without more lube and a lot of pain. Kevin might've been loose enough had we started this before I was fully inflated, but it was for the best we didn't tie. Being tied wasn't conducive to haste. So I thrust in him hard a couple more times, one arm still around his waist, and grabbed my knot and squeezed with my free paw. And that was it. I nearly howled, but managed to keep it down to a low moan as I bucked hard and filled the taller cat with my essence.

O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant!

The ever-present music brought me to the land of the living. Still leaning on his back, gulping in raspy breaths, I slipped out of him. Before everything got too messy, Kevin shucked his sweater and was using it to mop up his ass and my cock. I shamelessly ran my finger across his chest, the white form-fitting t-shirt he wore beneath wrinkled under the attention. He grinned back at me, the lopsided smirk revealing only a single fang. "You should get that v-neck sweater. You make it look damn good."

With nary another word, he left me alone to get dressed again. I knew I reeked of arousal, but without a shower or some powder, I couldn't do much about it. Besides, Kevin stunk of his own arousal and of wolf, and he still had work to do. Not to mention it was totally worth it. After dressing myself, I checked my watch and swore under my breath. Even with us being relatively quick, it was still fifteen minutes since we entered the fitting rooms. Surely someone noticed?

I grabbed the sweater, and the shorter jeans Kevin had brought, and left to find Arnold. Kevin was waiting outside, and I realized how we managed to pull it off. He was putting away a sign on a chain which said, "Closed." Shaking my head, I brought my purchases up to the counter. Arnold walked up behind, still singing along to the Muzak. The smaller fox was smiling so wide it seemed his head would fall open. The cunning bastards, both of them. And I thought I was being bold and forward.

"Did you find everything okay?" And how! I nodded, handing him my credit card to pay the $212.34 the jeans and sweater came to. Highway robbery, but Arnold assured me fashion was worth the price. Kevin quipped that the sweater certainly was. I scowled, but my wagging tail gave me away.

"Zip code?" Automatically I said no. I hated stores tracking me. "Can I get your email address?" Again, mechanically I responded no. This time Arnold jabbed me in the side with his elbow. I glared at my friend, trying to figure out why he'd do that.

"No, can I get your email address?" Kevin emphasized the word "I." With a sheepish grin, I scribbled my address on a piece of paper and handed it to Kevin. The cute tiger put it in his pocket and gave me my card back and the bag with my clothes. "Have a happy holidays, and I'll talk to you later, handsome."

Dazed, I waved goodbye and headed up the escalator to the street level with Arnold, the Christmas music hanging around at the back of my mind. "Aw, shit, we forget to get fancy clothes for my family's Christmas dinner!" I said, glaring at the fox beside me. It was the entire point of the trip.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need

"It doesn't matter, your family is always pretty casual, right?"

I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree

I blinked slowly, thinking. "You mean this was all a ploy just to get me out of the house?" I wanted to throttle my best friend. The stupid fucking clever fox.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know

"Consider it my gift to you," Arnold said with a bow and a flourish. I punched him in the shoulder as we left the department store into the cold.

Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

The bear with his bell was still there, the slow ringing echoing around Arnold and myself. "Merry Christmas, lone wolf."