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Billy sighed lightly, another day of his vacation used up by his part-time job. Not that he terribly minded that, he got some good money for a fairly easy job in his opinion, it was just that he was rented out for whole days... that grinded his gears. This one job being a particularly long one, going way into the evening! But he wanted to get some extra spending money for college, so the young wannabe actor took up a job at the local youth agency, which usually meant playing clowns for birthday parties, acting as the Easter Bunny for the local mall and even, just like today, being rented out as Santa at a Christmas party for some school class.

Packing up his costume and a big thermos bottle of actual mulled wine in a large duffel bag, he gave himself a last look-over in the mirror. The usual white furred goat peered back at him from the surface, nicely curved horns, a short, scruffy white beard... Billy was just twenty so his features were not as prominent as they would surely become in his adult years, but they showed. His body, slightly taller than average, a bit of a tummy, yet still having a rather broad and buff build, he was overall happy how he looked; it was perfect for the roles he had to play, making it look more natural if he didn't have to stuff out the costume too much. Looking over the shoulder at his alarm clock, he decided it was time, he had to check in with the agency before going to the youth center anyway. He had to pick up some stuff, mainly the presents for the kids he had to play Santa for today. Nothing much, mainly sweets... and he had to help prepare the youth center for the party. This was a big job, after all.

As he arrived, he found the room already half-prepared. Garland, in sparkling hues of green and red were strung along the ceiling in drooping fold. Oversized bulbs in metallic sheens of the same shades hung from the ceiling over the main entrance, following the shape of the main, lengthy rug that led deep into the wide room. "Ah! You're Santa for the night, correct?" A woman appeared at his side, the rabbit's tall ears straight up and twitching with nervous energy.

"Uh, yeah. That's me." Billy gave a small grunt, fidgeting with his chin and scratching through the short stubble before the woman jutted her hand out towards him.

"Wonderful. I'm Cathy. I'm the supervisor and coordinator and counselor here at the youth center. If you could help us unload the snacks and drinks to get the food tables ready, that'd be a wonderful help."

"Oh. Wonderful." Billy intoned, hiding a smirk as the oblivious woman clapped her hands and ushered him back towards the parking lot. "They are in my van... We got the tables ready, tablecloths on and everything, but the food still all needs to get there!"

At the sight of her oversized minivan, Billy wasn't even surprised, though when the doors flung open to the sight of stacks of plain, white boxes like those you'd find at a bakery- his jaw may have slackened slightly.

"I didn't know how many kids were going to come... I know that this is the major night for company Christmas parties, so we offered our party as a child-safe alternative for all ages, but also the high school ushers most of the teens here... so I expected a full house. So I just made three of everything! Just to be safe!" In a conveyor line of volunteers, they carried the boxes from the car, to the front door, and to the table itself and eventually, after a few minutes, they'd spread the goodies out over the line of card tables all draped in red and accented with (honey?) homey-scented candles and reindeer figurines. Then, over bright cranberry serving platters went leaf-shaped Rice Krispies, squares of candy cane fudge, pretzels transformed into reindeer faces (with little red M&M's for noses!), bulb-shaped cheese atop dainty crackers, and various Christmas cookies and assorted candies. Then, a vat of hot soup heated beside a canister of hot cocoa.

"Quite the selection you've got here..." Billy commented with a whistle, eyeing how Cathy continued to flit from one end of the table to the opposite side, straightening and fidgeting with the entire display.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Lots of options! I have a table of organic, gluten free items too! Just in case!" She buzzed off in the direction of said table, leaving Billy to head towards the oversized, throne-like chair he assumed was his in the back of the room, center in a backdrop of lighted Christmas trees and atop a 'snowy' white rug. Cathy and some other helpers must've been up and going for a few hours already, the goat feeling a tiny bit bad, but hey, he was called to come in when he did and was actually still a little early. Looking around at the chair and behind the trees and tables, he didn't find the gift filled bag he had expected. He didn't see it in the van either, when they unloaded it. Figuring, she might know, Billy turned towards the busy woman.

"So hey, Cathy? Where am I supposed to change?" he asked, walking towards the rabbit who looked terribly jumpy, as if she wanted to just go on with her preparations. "And I still gotta get the Santa's bag, right?" He lifted his duffel bag. "I brought the costume, but I was told you guys have the bag."

"Oh that's all upstairs!" she said hastily. "There's a room where you can change too, how about you try it on right now, there's still some time before the children should come, but they might come early!" mid sentence she was already on the way to usher a few helpers to drag some of the decoration somewhere else.

Shaking his head the young goat just grinned as he looked for a way upstairs, finding a side-door hidden behind one of the christmas trees that revealed some steps to the first floor of the building. Taking his costume upstairs he finally had some time to think outside of the busy atmosphere down there. He hadn't expected it to be such a big party, he knew about a school sending some children over for the day, but he didn't think that it was a whole high school and then some more random kids. That was... a whole different audience. Looking around on the first floor there were just a few rooms there, mainly office rooms and a pair of toilet rooms. The big room took up most of the space of the building after all.

One of the office rooms contained a big red bag, filled with cute little different coloured sacks. Cathy probably prepared all of them herself as well! He shrugged and just went into the otherwise empty looking office room sitting down in one of the chairs with a soft sigh. Placing down his own bag, he unzipped it, ruffling through it to find his thermos of mulled wine, taking a little sip of the warm beverage. "Ahhh..." he made, the little tingle on his tongue as the mix of spice, warmth and alcohol hit. It was exactly why he loved Christmas time so much. Setting the bottle down on the table, he looked down at the red, fluffy costume, staring right back at him from out of the zipper. Well, he might as well, if he dragged it out for more than a few minutes he expected the rabbit woman bursting into the room, demanding where Santa was! With another little grin, he stood up, pulling the costume out of the duffel bag and laying it out on the chair. Sure enough, a big red cap with a big, fluffy white pom, a just as glowingly red coat with just as fluffy and white linings, some red pants, white gloves, undershirt and some nicely fitting black boots. And of course the large, white beard to top it off! He smiled a little, already envisioning himself in the role as he so often did with just a mere look at the costume.

Stepping a bit away, the young goat slowly stripped out of his street clothes, down to his undies and socks only. Stretching himself, he took another look at the costume, before he scratched through the slightly thicker but still scruffy fur of his chest. His own clothes were quickly thrown in the duffel bag and he turned to the Santa clothes. His little goat tail twitching a bit, Billy took the red pants in his hands, slowly and carefully slipping in. They slide up over his hips loosely, but once the thick, shiny black belt cinched around his stomach they stayed up perfectly. Then, he slid the coat up over his arms, feeling the heat of it settling around him. glancing over to the mirror, Billy surveyed himself, the belt cinched slightly around his stomach while the fluffy coat fell down out, giving him the illusion of a warm, bouncy belly.

"Something isn't right..." he mused, before suddenly catching the sight of the conical hat out of the corner of his eye. "Of course!" Once the familiar red cap slid over his head, with ears poking out from beneath the thick, white brim on either side, Billy gave a firm nod. "Santa suited up!"

"Santa! Santa! I hope you are dressed! We need you downstairs stat! We've sighted the first arrivals! Repeat! We have sighted the first arrivals!" The anxious rabbit burst through the door of the room, spotting him suited up with a deep sigh. "Hurry up! We just saw a parent dropping off our first guest! We need you seated when they come down!" She ushered him towards the door, sticking the bag of packages into one hand and a stocking filled with candy canes in the other. "Go! Go! Go!"

"Yeesh!" Billy grumbled, stumbling down the steps towards his chair, which he saw had been lighted with little bulbs woven around its frame so that it glittered. The 'snow' too had been sprinkled with lights beneath the cotton fluff so that it glimmered almost like a real blanketing. In fact, looking around, they'd really transformed the room. For an instant, Billy found himself just silent, looking out over the recreation center that they'd made into a type of wonderland. The walls were covered with garlands and lights to cover the white-painted brick. A fake fireplace had been erected on one end of the room out of cardboard, painted expertly before stockings were hung. A large rug spread out over the space, sprinkled with thick pillows for additional seating. On the other end, they'd decorated four trees in different colored theme atop another fake drift of snow, glittering just like what sat at Bill's feet now so that the pink, blue, purple, and red trees popped out against their snowy top. Each one had a bright star atop, glinting and glimmering.

In the center of the room, chairs had been sprawled with table clothes, each with a centerpiece of cornucopias spilling with candy. Overtop of the tables, hanging down from the ceiling were fake icicles, lighted and 'dripping' or oversized bulbs with glittery stripes around their fat midsections. Then, the ceiling had been painstakingly blanketed with bush lights, sheets of the flashing house lights in blues and whites so that as the lights dimmed to start the party atmosphere, the entire ceiling became a shining night sky of Christmas lights.

"Wow... She's crazy, but Cathy did a good job..." Billy murmured, hearing the first strains of music filling the room. "They must have good funding for this thing... which I guess makes sense if it's free babysitting for the business folks.." he scoffed once, catching a glimpse of a pant-suited wolfess kissing her son's forehead at the door before fleeing out once again.

The goat settled into his seat, setting the thermos of wine behind the back leg of his chair, within reach but out of sight. Then, he just waited to watch the kids begin to trickle into the place. First, the youngest ones arrived who looked lost until a crowd of their age had gathered and they descended onto the sweets with sticky, greedy fingers.

Then, the older crowd arrived, and at the sight of them, Billy felt his first inkling of doubt at Cathy's planning. "Wow... these have got to be... high schoolers, juniors or seniors. What are they going to do all night? Visit Santa? Really?" Billy though, watching a gaggle of girls headed in through the double doors. He squinted, eyeing the obvious leader of the group; a tabby cat wearing a shockingly tight red dress with boots that stretched up above her knees. "Wow. Why didn't girls dress like that when I was in high school?" he thought, shifting to see a curvy lioness beside her in a simpler sweater dress, though it hugged around her hips and cut short on her thighs. However, the last of their group looked different. A petite girl, at first he couldn't place her, but then it hit him that she was a mink though with snowy white fur.

Unlike her counterparts, she looked a bit more like she was here for a Christmas party in a sparkly sweater that hung a bit loose on her, though it slipped off one shoulder to show the soft white of her fur beneath. Beneath, she wore a short, flared skirt that peeked out beneath the long sweater. Then, deep, red stockings traveled up her slender legs. As she turned, looking out over the room, he saw the spilling length of her long hair in a pale, almost white blonde that spilled out around her shoulders. "Woah..."

"Mister Santa?" Billy suddenly blinked, looking down to see a squat cub at his feet, waiting patiently to sit atop Santa Claus's lap.

"Ho ho ho! Come 'er!" Billy fell into his character, losing himself in the initial rush of all the younger kids who rushed to the main thrill of this event, the big man himself. After the first managed to get the courage to come to Santa, he was pretty much stormed, squees and giggles filled the room as the children barely could be contained in a line before Santa's chair. He helped the small ones up on his lap, listened to their wishes, watched out for sticky fingers trying to grab his fake beard and tried to encourage the shyer ones to come to him as well.

Meanwhile the room filled with a whole bunch of people, high schoolers and a few late stragglers of young cubs being set to the party by busy upper class parents. Even some of the older kids got dragged into the line, some made fun out of the situation and others just honestly put on a show for the little ones as well. Billy played Santa for them all, warning the more naughty, or in some case greedy, sticky fingered cubs to be nice or he'll put coal in their stockings at home. Yet, every kid hopping or being lifted off his lap got one of Cathy's colourful little bags, even the bigger ones.

This went on for a good while, by now the party room was full and noisy, probably a success for Cathy who called in a little break for Santa after the line slowly started to shrink. Not everyone had gotten their small present yet, but Billy was glad that he had a little break. It was pretty hot under this coat and with that big beard covering his lower face. But he still played the act, refreshing himself not at the food stand but instead went over to the fake chimney where the rabbit woman had set up a large glass of cool milk and a few cookies for him. Letting his eyes wander around the room, he spotted a few of the counsellors playing party games with the smaller children, a few of them singing Christmas carols and dancing to the music over the speakers with one or two of the older kids sometimes mixed in. But the high schoolers mainly kept staying in their groups at the tables, probably more glad that they just didn't have another day in school.

After a while, Billy saw the mink girl again, accompanied by the girl in the red dress, the lion girl enjoying herself with the one of the boys, probably hitting on her. Despite the young mink's festive attire, she looked a little down, the reason for that no doubt the tabby cat who looked like she was arguing with her. The young goat wanted to intervene, but right now he had a role to play and there surely were counselors who would break a fight up would it turn into one. Billy placed the now empty glass back on the table, going back to the big chair, the line already starting to become larger again. As he walked past the table, his ears picked up some of the fight between the cat and the mink.

"Ugh, I can't believe you dragged us to this boring ass party. Like, there are only babies here!" the tabby complained in a bitchy tone. "I really shouldn't listen anymore, like, you always have such boring ideas." Glancing over to the two fighting girls, Billy felt bad for the white furred girl, but he had to remind himself that Santa wouldn't just come over to tell the other girl off. And so he could just go to his chair, a bit of anger welling in his body. Though that quickly disappeared behind a happy facade as he was close to the younger ones, bouncing and looking at him expectantly. Picking up the overexcited cub that was first in line with a hearty, loud laugh Billy went back to play Santa for another round.

After a while, the younger age set had all graced Billy's lap, a few multiple times as they came back with updated wishlists, and the goat found himself with no line. He glanced over, giving Cathy a small wave with a "What should I do?" expression on his face. She jumped into action, grabbing a microphone and waving her arm above her head, "Hello everyone! I hope you're all enjoying yourselves! If you haven't visited Santa already though, make sure you do! He has a gift for every boy and girl here tonight! Gifts like... coupons for free ice cream, gift cards, and toys!"

Her message sent the eldest group meandering over, tempted with the offer of free stuff, which made the requirement of taking a photograph with Santa better, within that group, Billy spotted the white mink without her group of friends, her bottom lip drooping while she stared at her cell phone. "I wonder what happened?" Billy thought, though he soon found himself distracted with the influx of kids wanting their goodies until the line had thinned and left only the mink standing there, "Who's next?"

Billy grinned, laughing beneath his beard before he held out his arms, "Come sit on Santa's lap!" he urged, sending out the same line he'd been using all night though this time when he said it he felt his pants tighten at the thought of this young, slender girl perched on his lap. His cheeks warmed at the realization that his eyes had dipped to peer at the girl's sweater where it spilled just a bit forward, hinting at the faintest line of cleavage. "Uh, what would you like for Christmas?" he stammered as the girl cautiously leaned into the side of his chair, avoiding actually sitting on him. Billy fingered the button that'd snap the picture on the tripod set up in front of his chair, but instead of pushing it and hurrying her on her way as he'd done for the other disinterested teens, he hesitated.

"Come on now, get on up here!" He urged, gently curling one of his gloved hands around the side of her hip, feeling the soft squeeze of her curves hidden under the sweater with a shiver down his spine. "I can't take a picture until you tell me what'd you'd like."

She turned, peeking at him as her long eyelashes fluttered above wide, striking blue eyes. She blinked quickly, swallowing before she turned back away and looked at the camera. "I don't know what I want."

"Oh come on, there must be something!" Billy continued, shifting slightly so that her butt settled completely over his lap. Silently, he thanked his company for requiring quality costumes with thick fabric that kept this girl from feeling the poke of his shaft twitching beneath the warm pressure of her ass, scooting back onto him. From his spot behind her, when he tipped his chin down, he caught the smallest glimpse down her sweater, seeing the swell of her breasts before the dark of her top obscured the view. He coughed slightly, averting his eyes up. "What would you like?"

She whimpered, voice hitching, "Better friends..."

"That was... unexpected.." Billy thought, but he curled an arm timidly around the girl. "What happened?" He asked her, voice still in character, though he'd lowered his volume to talk just to this poor girl. Yet, at the same time, every little move shifted her on his lap, teasing and testing him it felt.

For a second, she continued to hesitate, but then she crumpled a bit and sighed. "They said I was lame and when I went to the bathroom, they both ditched me here! I got a ride with them! Now I'm stuck here alone!"

"Well, uh, why don't you help me out then? I have an... extra elf hat in here somewhere..." Billy bent, reaching down into his bag and digging for the green cap, at the same time rubbing himself up into her ass just slightest though just the mere thought of getting this girl to hang around longer had his eyes tipping back. "Aha!" He came back up, fixing the hat onto the girl's head.

"Now I'm lamer than ever!" the mink girl sniffled, ducking her head down.

"Hey, now. Hey now." he said with a gentle smile, giving the teen on his lap a gentle poke on her nose. "Being Santa's little helper is a very serious and interesting job, you know! I can bring you home with my sled after the party is all over as well, though I won't make you climb through the chimney" he said with a hearty Santa laugh. "That's a really pretty outfit for a christmas party after all." He complimented her gently, trying to perk her up a bit, and it worked enough for a still slightly pouty smile from the mink up at him. That was enough of happiness he'd get out of her right now, the goat clicking on the button for the picture, a soft click ringing in both of their ears.

"Here..." he ruffled through the by now slightly empty bag, feeling himself pressing up against her warm and soft butt again, holding back a grunt as he picked a glittery red one for her, nearly the same colour as her stockings. "That one's yours." he said, holding the little bag out for her to grab. "You have to promise to think about the job offer though, Santa doesn't give those out lightly" he winked at her with a big smile that curled the fake beard up slightly.

"Uhh... y-yeah okay" she mumbled out, still a little upset about the whole situation. Her friends ditched her, the party, while every bit as nice as she thought, was filled with small kids, she had no ride home and now she had a silly elf cap on her head. With a little sigh she squirmed and shuffled forward, off of Santa's lap. Feeling the gloved hands gingerly at her sides and hip, she was helped down by the guy who played Santa. Though what startled her more were those same gloved hands sneaking in a little squeeze at her rump right when she stood up. It made her fur stand on edge and she quickly turned to face him, a blush shining on her cheeks.

"Job offer's a second chance, or you might get coal in your stockings" he teased her lightly, turning that embarrassed and shocked face into a slightly more confused one. Billy put on the facade as if he had done nothing wrong at all, though he did indeed just cop a feel of her pretty butt. "You sometimes are a naughty girl, right?" he asked her, still in his role.

She didn't know what to say, she felt like she wanted to scream, to slap him, but no one seemed to have seen anything what happened and the Santa guy looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. She only shook her head with a stuttered "N-n-no..."

He first smiled then laughed heartily once more. "You can't lie to Santa. Give it a thought, okay? I'm here all night and I could use some help..."

She felt really confused, did she just imagine him squeezing at her butt? No, she definitely felt that, but he looked like innocence personified with that happy smile and big beard. Though then she saw him winking mischievously... Slowly, she walked, more stumbled backwards down the stairs, feeling her heart aflutter in a mix of emotions. She dragged herself over to the toilet rooms, giving a little glance back at the guy who played Santa, another kid on his lap once more a big laugh that even she heard back here through all the sounds. She shook her head and stepped into the brightly lit room, white tiled walls welcoming her and once she closed and locked the door, all the singing and music and loud children was dulled, her own thoughts seemed loud now and she quickly stepped over to the mirror.

She still wore a shocked and confused expression, a slight blush still burning on the cheeks. She looked up in the mirror at the elf cap perched on top of her head and with a little whimper she ripped it off and threw it on the ground.

"I can't believe it!" she whimpered out loud, a few little tears trickling through her pretty white fur. Her arms crossed in front of her chest, out of comfort for herself as well as aggression, the little mink feeling really peeved at him. Not only did that guy just grope her, he also teased her about it and called her a naughty girl. "I'm NOT a naughty girl!" she mewled out in complaint, feeling those words finally slip out of her throat that were stuck there. "I... I'm good." She averted the eyes from the mirror, though that sentence only made her remember the words of her so-called friend.

"You're so lame! Always playing the good girl! We can't have fun with you." She heard the words ring out in her ears, more tears dripped in the sink, clouding her vision as she sniffled and she slowly sunk down until she was sitting on the, thankfully, pretty clean floor.

"I'm not lame..." she whimpered out, pulling out her cellphone. She knew she couldn't call her parents as they were in their jobs right now. Except for the felines, she didn't have any other friends either, but still, the glow of her phone slightly calmed her as she thought about who she might call to get picked up from that party. She couldn't see anything right now, what with the tears clouding her eyes. With a little sniffle and a soft, disgusted grunt she picked up the soft elf cap next to her and wiped her eyes. That was when she noticed something on the inside of the hem.

"I-in case of loss..." she mumbled out the words, written with a black Sharpie at the hem of the cap, usually hidden when it was worn. There was a cellphone number... it had to belong to that... that guy!

For a second she just stared, blinking until the tears cleared out of her eyes and the numbers were crisp and clear. Her gaze traced over the lettering until she found her fingers were typing out the same pattern into her phone. She looked at it there on her screen, awaiting patiently for her to select: call or message.

She hesitated another beat, smoothing a hand down her sweater and rubbing her eyes dry. "I'm not lame. I can be a little naughty..." She mumbled, biting her lip at the mere thought before she clicked the yellow envelope and opened a blank messaging screen.

"Elf. Reporting for duty-"

Then, zoom, off went the message before she had a chance to hesitate. Within a few moment, her phone buzzed. "Ho ho ho! I'm glad to hear that! I was thinking I'd spent all night bored and alone now that the kids are all bored of me!"

Before she could respond, it buzzed again. "Where's my pretty elf? Hiding somewhere?"

She bit at her lip, feeling that blush warming her cheeks again and showing through the white of her fur before she ducked down towards her phone. "Not hiding. Taking a break."

"A break from what? You haven't done any work yet! Hah!"

"All the festivities."

"It can be overwhelming after awhile."

"It's a lot of cookies to eat. That's for sure."

"Hehe."

"Oh? Did I get a laugh there?"

"Maybe."

"No lying- or you'll be getting coal."

"Oh! Not coal!"

"What do you want then. if not coal?"

"I know what you said before, but I don't know if I can wrap up some other people... that might get even me fired."

"Could you... make me not lame?"

She hesitated even sending it, but something felt safe here hidden away in the bathroom, texting someone who didn't even exist, Santa, afterall. She bit her lip as she waited for a reply, just staring at the screen.

"I can help you, though I'm not sure you should listen to the claims of someone who's so mean."

"I know a certain girl who'll get coal for sure."

"Hah. Yeah, she sorta deserves it..."

"Can I ask? Why are you friends with her then?"

"We've been friends forever."

"That doesn't mean you should be now."

"Sorry. Not Santa's business!"

"But, I do know who's been naughty and who's been nice... after all."

"Oh? And?"

"Well, she might be on my secret list."

"Secret list?"

"Yeah. The mean list. For the ones who aren't naughty in the nice way."

"There's a nice way to be naughty?"

"Oh. Certainly."

"On which list am I?"

"Told you, you are sometimes naughty, but you're still on the good girl list."

":)"

"On what list are you?"

"Hehe, Santa's always good~"

"Booooring! ;)"

"Doesn't mean he can't be naughty in the nice way"

"What do you mean?"

"I think you felt what I mean... noooow, come on out, little elf. Can't have you on break the whole day."

"In fact, I think you need to come back. Tell me what you want for Christmas. Officially."

"Duty calls then!"

The little mink slowly stood back up. Her cheeks were flushed with warm pink and the heat of it seemed to spread through all of her. A warm, pleasant tingle rushed over her skin. For a second, she paused in front of the mirror, running a hand through her long hair before she turned and hurriedly pushed back into the party.

The music and the scent of the baked goods hit her like a wall, but this time, it didn't overwhelm her. Instead, she fixated on the waiting Santa and headed over.

He awaited her with a big smile under that huge, white beard. "Good to see you again, little elf. Are you feeling better after your break?" he asked, gently patting on his lap to gesture her to sit.

Showing him a little smile herself, she stepped up the short stairs. Her cheeks were again heating up, showing that faint pink glow from beneath the fur which was only making her seem cuter. Billy couldn't help but stare at how she bit her lip, blushing so cutely...

This time he was nice, holding out a helping hand for her to accept and with his other hand on her side, he helped her back up on his warm lap. The costume still feeling cushy and soft as she made herself comfortable. "Taking that as a yes, hohoho" he laughed softly, then looked down at the slightly smaller teen.

She felt a little bit awkward, but smiled up at him nonetheless. "So..." she began, slowly. "What does an elf helper do?"

"Well, first off... You gotta tell me what you want for Christmas..." Billy mumbled back, though his mind was running, trying to figure out what he could say to keep her here, right on top of him. Without her initial shyness, she'd settled herself squarely on top of his lap, meaning he felt every inch of her ass pressing down into his crotch. She even leaned into his chest slightly, trusting him more after their exchange. His eyes dipped down, drinking in the sight of her chest once again before his fingers gently shifted, caressing the top of her ass "accidentally" before it wrapped around her waist, hovering on her thigh.

"Uhm... well, I kinda want to be... not so lame." she mumbled out, a little nervous squirm making her shift her body in his lap.

"Well, I don't think you're lame, you know what you like, that's the real important thing. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, right now, right?" he smiled softly down at the mink.

She was confused by that, looking up at him with her cute eyes, still a bit puffy from her crying earlier. "W-what do you mean?" she asked him.

"Well, you are here, clothed real Christmas-y, sitting on Santa's lap. Now the only thing you gotta do is... enjoy yourself" he told her and then laughed. "Believe me! It helps a lot if you just go with your feeling!" He certainly was enjoying this, probably way more than he should. But he couldn't really blame himself, pretty much every boy would react the same to such a pretty mink on their lap.

"Like... actually party? But... those are all kids." she blushed a little as she looked around, then back up at Santa.

"Yes, and they know how to have fun, look at them, singing, playing games... and you still have Santa with you!" he gently laid a hand on her shoulder, giving her a soft shake. "I know you like Christmas, no matter how boring it sometimes seems!" His fingers sunk a bit closer to her thigh, settling down atop her skirt, though the very tips of his fingers touched against her bare fur. "Is there anything... at this party... you don't like?" He asked, gently prodding for what line she'd drawn while his fingertips curled into her soft, naked fur.

She felt his fingers actually touching her, it wasn't exactly a grope yet, but it still deepened her blush as her eyes darted down for a short second. "Uhm... uhh... I guess... there's no eggnog here" she blurted out, looking back up at him with a blush, nervously squirming once more.

To that Billy could only laugh, for once not even constricted to his role. "Oh yes, I sure know what you mean. I like myself a little glass of it once in a while too!" He winked at her, his hand moving a bit slower to a gentle pet on her thigh. "Though I can't drink too much otherwise I can't climb through the chimneys!" he joked at her.

A shiver ran up her spine as his hand petted at her, for some reason it felt really nice, and she leaned back against his chest a little more. "Y-you drink eggnog?" she asked him softly, not believing that the usual Santa should even drink at all!

He smiled knowingly at her, a soft nod of his head. Though then his gentle smile turned in a bit of a grin. "I'm pretty sure a certain little elf is not supposed to do so, however!" He teased her his free hand sneaking in a poke at her cute little nose which just made her shrink even more against him.

"I... I guess you w-were right then? I'm..." she blushed even more. "I'm sometimes a naughty girl?" she smiled, slightly embarrassed at this. She looked down at the paw at her thigh, then smiled up at him and with all her courage, she gave him a little wink.

"Oh-hoh! Well, at least you are honest to Santa about it" he said, a blush of his own burning on his cheeks, though the fluffy fake beard hid that pretty well. He took her sign to become a bit bolder. He couldn't be all too obvious out here right in the open even with her invitation though. So he resigned to drag his hand a bit more to her hip and let her feel some more petting at the curve of her rump.

Even that faint touch, his fingers gliding around the curvature of her body, it sent a shudder down her spine. She flushed deeper, feeling red dotting over her cheekbones and rushing down her neck. The fingers hovered there, right at the top of her ass before tipping back to the front, for the briefest moment, as fingertips rubbed over the top of her skirt, right at the mound of her sex. Then, she suddenly found herself being ushered off.

"I have your first elf task!" Billy blurted, sucking in a breath of air before he swallowed, willing his body to relax. His pants were stretching beneath the fluffy outside, cock throbbing with every passing second, and his pulse racing. The little, innocent mink was tantalizing with her mere grazing of any sort of true deviance, but the shy willingness for more.

"Oh! Okay! Uh- what is it then?" She bit at her lip, looking down once before she peeked back up to the goat through the veil of her eyelashes.

"Kids kept dropping their candy cane wrappers, would you pick them up?" He gestured once at the ground where the faint curls could be seen over the snow.

For a second, the girl's young heart drooped. "Really? He wants me to do actual work?" She thought, but then she skipped down and bent towards the snow, plucking up the litter. For a few beats, she fell into the task before the faintest peek over her shoulder revealed Billy, staring wide eyed and a bit awed at the shape of her rump, peeking out from beneath her tiny skirt with the lace of red panties just slightly on the edge of visibility. She flushed bright red! "He's checking out my bum!" Her first instinct was to pop back up, scold him, and move on; but then... she heard the voice in her head again, telling her she was lame, that she never did anything and so, she stayed bent over.

She slowed. She bent further, letting the skirt sneak up a bit higher so that the curve of her smooth, white bottom showed then, her tail flicked up, hiking it just another bit higher.

"She's... playing!" Billy realized, eyeing the smooth, subtle curvature of her rump showing beneath the poof of her skirt, peeking out beneath. He bit his lip, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her.

Then, she suddenly popped up and turned, facing him with both palms filled with the wrappers. "There! What's next?"

"I think my little elf deserved herself a little treat." he told her with a little wink, taking the candy wrappers out of her hands and patting his lap again after stuffing the trash in the nearly empty Santa sack.

With a hearty blush and a little giggle, she hopped on his legs and squirmed backwards until she cuddled a bit with Santa. A strange, but not unpleasant feeling was running through her body, she knew that she was doing some pretty naughty stuff right there, with kids and counselors around to catch them every second. Her heart was beating faster as she leaned back against him. "And what's my treat?" she chirped out sweetly.

Billy could only chuckle at that. "Enjoying yourself, hmm?" he asked her, a hand slung loosely around her waist, keeping her there as he leaned and reached back behind the big chair. Holding her in his lap and contorting himself like that, he used this situation to brush his hip a bit against her rump. "I have something you'll probably like. It's no eggnog, but it's the next best thing." He held the thermos out for her to grab.

She looked up at him, then at the bottle, squirming a little nervously. "Uhm... what's in it?" she asked softly, her brain screamed at her not to take it, but despite the pretty soft but sexual approach, he had been very nice and honest so far.

"Mulled wine... I know what you think, but just take a little sip, it's good!" he told her with another little chuckle. He didn't want to make her tipsy, but he knew she'd probably like a chance at doing something forbidden right here on a kids party. He shook the bottle playfully, the drink sloshing, teasing her.

"Come now! Let's be joyful and merry!" Billy urged, waggling the bottle at her before his words somehow triggered a puckered, flushed appearance on her entire face. "Oh Lord," He thought, "What did I say?"

"That-that's actually my name..." She dipped her chin down, shyly hiding her blushing cheeks.

Billy stumbled, "Wait-what... Merry?"

She didn't reply, just nodded once.

"Well no wonder you're the perfect elf then! Come now, be Merry!" He flashed her a broad smile before lifting the bottle once more, this time, with a positive response.

With a little giggle, the girl finally took the bottle, stealing a short swig. The thermos had kept the liquid warm, it was just the perfect temperature to drink and it warmed her through the whole way down into her tummy. There was the slight tickle of alcohol to it, but yet it was sweet and full of spices that made it taste all Christmas-y.

"It's great, right?" he asked her with a little chuckle, giving her hip another little rub. He loved the stuff, especially when it was cold outside. Feeling like he could use a bit of it himself, he thought about something, then simply went with it. His other hand slowly went around hers as he brought the bottle up to steal a little sip himself.

Him grabbing her hand made her even more flustered, her heart beating fast. It kinda felt a lot more intimate than his little gropes. With a bewildered expression, she gave a soft nod. "Mhm..." The little mink leaned back against him, her free hand gently pressing against his own thigh as she gave him some gentle pettings back.

"It kinda reminds me of you, you know that?" the goat boy whispered at her letting her take another little sip of it. A tiny little grin slipping on his face.

"Mhhh?" she made, looking up at him with those cute wide eyes filled with slight puzzlement. She felt warm all over now, from her embarrassment, to the warm wine, even the slight excitement of being played with by Santa, right where everyone could see them if they just focused enough in the dim lighting.

"It's true! It's so totally like you... sweet as sugar, a certain little spiciness to it and of course everything nice to make you feel all warm and tingly." He whispered with a certain swoon. "All the ingredients for a perfect girl and then some!" He couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Oh-" She hiccuped once, nose wrinkling up at the little bubble before she flushed bright pink. "Oops!"

"Oh man..." Billy shook his head, feeling his own skin even heating up a bit. This girl had snagged him. Her innocence mixed with the perfect blend of curiosity about being naughtier and the splash of tragedy made her a tantalizing find. Plus, the mulled wine had given him a warm, cheery buzz in the back of his mind and down through his bowl full of jelly. Yet, he knew too that if they kept this up, Cathy might get suspicious somehow. "You'd better run off to another task..."

As he tried to think up what task to give her, something that give him another taste of what hid underneath her adorable sweater, what she was like, an idea blossomed. He spied a chair, spun back from the tables out in front of him and then abandoned as the kids they'd eaten there had long since raced off to pin the tail of a reindeer and make antler headbands. "What if she sat there, spread her legs a bit... even propped them up on the edge of the seat and gave Santa a show to try to work her way back onto the nice list... Oh ho ho... A little tease, watching her play with herself under the skirt..." He suddenly lost his train of thought at the sight of the mink, little Merry, suddenly bright red like she'd turned into a cranberry.

Then, he realized he'd been thinking aloud!

"Oh shit. I mean. Oh, gosh-" He stammered, trying to figure out how to soothe this situation. How do you come back from describing a fantasy to a younger girl! A girl you're hitting on at her community center party!?

"I'll do it!"

"You'll what?"

Merry blinked, giving him another shy little giggle. "I said I'll do it. That... sounds very naughty though, I don't see how it'll get me back on the nice list!"

"Oh trust me, it'll get you on any list you wanna be on..."

And so, Merry hopped off his lap with one, sweet flip of her skirt that flashed that lace once more before she trotted away. At first, she breezed right by the chair, perusing the snack table and fetching a mug of cider. Billy watched her walk across the room, first thinking she'd been creeped out and had just faked that she was interested, but then with her little sneaking glances back at him, he realized she was just toying with him.

She stalled around the room, bending over to grab a dropped spoon, her butt facing him but from so far away he could only imagine he got to see a glimpse of her. He pictured the nearby boys, the hormonal middle schoolers eyeing her as though an angel had fallen at the glimpse of her flirtatious bend.

Finally, she came back to the table, a candy cane and a steaming mug in each hand. She settled into the aforementioned chair, lifting her legs until one heel sat on either corner. Her skirt lifted, spilling back against the tops of her thighs so that her spread legs revealed the panties beneath. Sweet, lacy red fabric covered the faintest shape of her mound beneath. Billy could barely make out the sight of a splotch of dark wetness soaking through in the center, her arousal dampening the thin barrier. She stopped there though, merely showing him the shape of her lower lips as she sipped on the mug of cider, casually letting the steam rush up into her white fur.

Playfully, her hips started to wiggle and circle in the chair, tempting him with playful, grinding motions. He could see the curved shape of her ass rubbing on the chair. He sucked in a breath, willing himself to calm, yet his cock stood up rock hard beneath the furry fabric of his suit and every inch of him rushed hot, impatient, needy.

Setting the mug down, Merry ran a single finger down the length of her sex, tracing out where her slit would be for a mere moment before her fingers danced back away from her sex, instead unraveling the candy cane.

The wrapper came off with an audible crunch of wrapper before she started to lick up the length of the red and white stripes. Her long, slender tongue glided up the side before she reached the skinny end and closed her lips over. Billy could see her mouth working, suckling and tugging on the candy. He nearly moaned at the imaginary she produced, of those pretty pink lips stretched out, tongue lapping away as her lips hugged tight, sucking. Her free hand then fell beneath the skirt. A finger started to rub along her slit, keeping the barrier of her panties between them.

With every stroke he saw the smallest tremor in her hips as she rubbed over the nub of her clit, the faintest bump beneath her panties. The splotch of wetness began to grow, spreading as she forced the fabric flush to her body, teasing a finger up to her opening even with the panties trapped overtop.

"God, she's good at this..." Billy thought to himself, catching sight of the mink's hot neck and cheeks colored with pink. Her head tipped back slightly, mouth still working on the candy cane even though her eyes fluttered partly shut, losing herself partially against the backdrop of the party all around them.

Then, suddenly, a finger hooked into the side of the panties. Slowly, with a careful shove, Merry moved the panties over to reveal the hot, pink folds of her sex. The sudden rush of air against her sex sent shivers down her spine, reminding her that they were still at the party surrounded by people who might see. The first touch of her sex had her finger sticky and dribbling with the liquid excitement that escaped her. Two fingers dipped down against her folds, pulling them back to spread her open, flashing Billy a peek at her sex spread and open for him. He gulped, twitching inside his pants. His teeth gripped hard at a lip, curbing the rush of excitement at the sight of this. He felt like he'd stepped into a movie or a dream because nowhere else would a beautiful, young woman masturbate herself for him in a room bustling with activity, risking discovery to show him the blushing folds of her pussy.

"Holy fuck-" For a second, Billy missed what was happening as he marveled in it, but when he re-focused Merry had slid the saliva slick candy cane to her sex. Starting to tease and rub, she fed the thin pole of striped sugar up her sex, pumping it in and out with the curved end.

"Oh my..." Billy found himself stammering over his thoughts even at the sight of her, hips thrust forward in the chair slightly as she pushed up into every teasing pump of the candy cane into her sex, mixing the sugar and her juices. Billy could see droplets of her excitement leaking down her thighs, hitting the chair itself. The flush of her cheeks and down onto her chest, the pink of her needy pussy, the fleshy, swollen lower lips he just wanted to sink himself into- then, everything suddenly blinked away beneath her skirt.

"W-wha..."

"I know, Santa. It seems like the party just started!" Flabbergasted, Billy glanced over to find Cathy behind him. "Oh! Ah! Hi! Wow! It does!" Confusion crinkled his brows until he looked out to find that many of the smaller children were heading out through the double doors, the older kids already skipped out for better adventures. Cathy's volunteers were started to clean up in various corners of the room. The party was ending!

"Since you had the hardest job, why don't you just head on out of here." Cathy said, giving a wave of her hand. "You'll get your payment-"

Billy just waved his hand back. "Hey hey! No talk of that! I know! I trust you! Merry Christmas!" He shouted with a burst of cheer, giving the woman a quick pat on her shoulder before he jumped up and raced back to the room upstairs to get his things, to change. He shucked the hot, furry pants off before wriggling back into his own pants, but he simply opened the coat and then headed back out- no sense in losing his most cheerful article!

As he hit ground floor again, he caught sight of the mink turning into the parking lot and he hurried out behind her, finding her leaning up to the side of the building. At the sight of him, she lit up, sliding a candy cane into her mouth with an audible suckle.

Billy flashed back, seeing the slender piece of candy pumping into her sex, dripping with juices.... and now he saw it locked between her lips as she sucked, hard, contentedly at it. "God, you are just-"

"Just nice?" She countered, smirking playfully before her face softened into a little pout.

"The party ended so fast" she mumbled.

"Hey!" Billy found himself remembering something he used to enjoy a lot in the holiday season before it became a whirlwind of balancing jobs and dodging bills all season. "I have an idea. Will you come with me?"

She paused, looked him for a beat, before she smiled. "Yeah. Why not?"

*******

"Trust me, you'll like what you see," he said to her as he pulled up at the park. By now it was pretty dark outside, the last lights of the day fading, even though it had been a gray and dull day, the sun hidden behind clouds that no doubt will bring snow this night.

Merry looked at him, while she still thought that everything they did today went against her better reason, she tilted her head with a sweet smile and gave an eager little nod. "Mhm!" she murmured, unfastening her seat belt and slowly climbed out of the car. It was getting pretty cool outside. Her breath made a cloud in front of her face that the wind whisked off in a swirling pattern before her eyes. Suddenly, the taller goat was at her side, holding out his hand for her. With a smile and a strange feeling of butterflies in her tummy, she took his hand.

Billy couldn't help but smile himself, the cute mink girl at his side the perfect companion for what he knew would happen soon. They stepped into pretty much empty park. Every adult that had a job was probably at a company Christmas party. Combined with a rather mixed weather, it simply wasn't a day for a stroll through the park. Yet, here they both were. He walked with her for a little while, the gate slowly shrinking behind them and he peered towards her. "How you holding up? Are you cold? Want Santa's coat?" He offered up to her.

Lost in her own thought she almost jumped as his words startled her out of them. "Uhm... I... n-no, I'm good... still warm... s-still Merry" she giggled a bit and then looked away shyly. "So uhm... why are we in the park?" The young girl peered back up at him.

His smile went bright and wide at her little wordplay and he just wanted to lift her up in a big hug. "It's a secret! It's another treat, you'll love it, don't worry" he winked at her. "Not one of the naughty treats, though I'm pretty sure you'd love that too."

Her eyes went wide and the pink blush on her cheeks went a full, bashful red. "B-Billy..." she whined out in complaint, still feeling the slight dampness of her panties clinging to herself, reminding herself of what he dared her to do. Of what she actually did herself. She stopped walking, a shiver running through her body and she couldn't help but rub her legs together as a soft breath escaped her with a visible cloud of mist.

"Oh my... come on, here." He said, his smile softening a bid and he stripped his coat off of him, wrapping her in it.

"Oh... N-no no no I'm good!" She mumbled out. Her fur stood on edge, but she was already hugged by the fluffy, warm jacket. She gave a little pout, but then showed a shy little smile, her hands pulled the red coat snug around her.

With their size difference, it covered her way down, right to her knees making her look even smaller. "You're the cutest thing ever, Merry." Billy couldn't help himself, he reached over and rubbed her cheek, even gave her a little scritch behind her ear. "We're nearly there..." He mumbled out in an almost whisper. He didn't want to stop, giving that cute little mink some little affections.

She sighed and snuggled a bit against him, letting him pet her as she felt terribly embarrassed. Here he was, in just an undershirt. She could see his fur, the almost flat tummy, the broad shoulders. Lost back in her thoughts, Merry couldn't help but remember as she sat right on his lap. With only her short skirt, she didn't really have to guess what had been pressing against her rump when he played Santa at the party. She perked up again as she felt a weight on her shoulders.

Billy smirked down at her, his arm around her shoulders he simply led her on. It didn't take them long to come to a small alcove filled with benches. "Here... there we are." He told her with a rather broad grin.

"It's..." she looked around. Sure, it probably was a really nice place in the summer, all the trees spending shadow on a hot day, the little fountain in the middle spouting cool and alluring water. But right now it just looked dull and dark. All the trees had lost their leaves and the fountain was of course turned off so the pipes didn't burst from freezing temperatures. Behind it all, the night sky spread out like a blanket, but even the clouds were just dark patterns in the middle of the night like this. "It's nice, I guess?" she looked up at him, slightly bewildered what exactly was so special about this place.

He kept his arm around her, leading her to one of the benches and set down, now he was the one looking up at the mink. "Mind a cuddle? It is pretty cold with just an undershirt." he said with a little chuckle. "Come sit on Santa's lap, my little, merry elf." He winked at her and couldn't help but laugh as he saw that embarrassment burning up on her again.

Despite the blush, she shook her head. "Uggggh..." she moaned out, but still climbed up and straddled him on the bench, sliding her arms around him, then her feet as good as she could. She wriggled them up against the sides of his thighs, trying to keep them warm by mooching on his body heat.

"You're awful" she complained at him, with a little smile. "But I guess you ARE Santa." Merry leaned her head against his chest, enjoying his warmth, his smell. It wasn't a really bad one, but he had been wearing a thick costume in a pretty warm room all day, so his slightly scruffy, thicker fur held his scent that she could only notice so up close.

Billy himself wrapped his arms around her, hands going straight for her rump which he cupped and gave some gentle little rubs. A rush of heat prickled down her chest at the sensation of the groping. His strong fingers covered the entire surface of her pert ass, pulling her up into his chest gently."Let's just stay like that for a while..." He told her, nuzzling her head affectionately to which she responded with a little sigh.

"Mhm... sounds good." She had been up all day, one that had been pretty rough at times, so right now, the mink enjoyed the lazy solitude with the goat. No noisy kids, no prying eyes. Just his warm body and the two of them.

After a little while, he nudged her ear gently with his nose, smiling at her as she looked up with those cute eyes. "Hey Merry...?" He asked her, a soft blush spreading out on his own cheeks as she slightly tilted her head. Her head had been nuzzled so close into his chest, but now she looked up, for a moment confused before she caught sight of everything around them. Every single tree scattered throughout the park had suddenly lit up, the bushes at their bases and across the surface of the area were coated in blanketing, twinkling lights. Red and green raveled up the trunks of every, single tree and wove through the branches. Big bulbs hung out from the pine trees, stars topped their heads, and pine cones were covered in glitter and hung like ornaments. The path they'd walked here suddenly showed it was lined with rope lights, illuminating the way in red and white twisted 'cane' lights on the edge of the path where it kissed the ground. Out behind them, where the park edged to the frozen river, the barrier was wound with lights, sparkling in icy blue. Then, the street behind, every single house had come to life with varying colors. Inflated snowman reached up for the stars, trees in living rooms shown through big windows, and lights hung from every roof.

"Oh my Geeeeeeeod." Merry's mouth dropped just slightly. Her eyes were wide with amazement, so pure and innocent he couldn't help himself, the goat leaned forward and stole a rather long and sweet kiss from her lips.

As the kiss broke, her big eyes stared up at him, her heart beating softly in her chest, but it suddenly startled alive as he leaned forward and pressed his lips on hers again. It only took a short second before she relaxed and went with it, pressing into the kiss herself. After that day, it was the least of the usually shy girl's worries. She felt his hands giving her curves a little squeeze and a rather eager tug and she leaned back up herself, pressing herself a little harder against him. The by now rather welcome feelings of desire and lust spread through her again and soon, she parted the kiss with a rather cute and high pitched moan.

Billy's eyes widened as he heard that. "Wow..." he felt her weight on him as she had him pressed against the bench, his pants once more tight and uncomfortable. "That was the hottest thing you did tonight" he said with a little smirk, stealing another short kiss from her.

She wriggled in his hands, the girl shaking her head a gentle no before she boldly grabbed one of his horns, pulling him down in another kiss. This time the mink was the one who pressed her lips on his, making out under the beautiful lights all around them. It was a more passionate one, little daring licks darting first over each other's lips, then over themselves, and soon they both were robbing each other's breaths with a rather wild kiss. Her hand still wrapped around one of his horns, keeping him trapped until she finally broke the kiss for a soft breath, coating his face in a cloud of mist.

"Hah..." He gasped in a puff of air. "Fine... I'll take back what I said." He wriggled in a pretty obvious manner, groaning softly. He saw her peer down, his ears twitching a bit. "Y-yeah." He said, both probably thinking the same thing.

"Shush... Let your little helper give you a treat, Santa." She purred out playfully, her other hand dipping down between them. He felt her fingertips glide down the hem of his shirt. She went and slipped it under his shirt, giving him a short rub over his belly, pressing and wriggling herself a little back on his lap to get some space. He felt her rump, sliding down towards his knees as her warm fingers grazed down over the guiding line of his happy trail to the top of his pants. There, he expected her to stop. He waited.

Looking back up in his eyes, she showed her tongue in a sudden rush of confidence and her hand went straight to his zipper, both their ears twitching as it's sound broke the silence between them.

"Haaah..." he moaned out awkwardly as he felt her hand slip into his pants, rubbing over his rather obvious bulge inside. Her increasing boldness shocked him, but he didn't have a single complaint.

His cock throbbed madly, matching the beat of his racing heart. The heat of her hand only egged it on, letting it twitch to life. After so much teasing throughout the whole party, he was rather pent-up and simply put that the mink had free reign over him. He felt like putty in her hands, being molded by the squeezing gropes through the thin barrier of his underwear.

Billy leaned forward, kissing her head over the top of her thick hair, chilled from the snow faintly dusting them, then her nose that glowed a faint chilled red and last another kiss from her warm lips, feeling the softness of them as she stroked him through his underwear.

She closed her eyes, grabbing him through the cloth, as her other hand left his horn and slid down her own body, over her heaving chest, the tummy that fluttered with thousands of butterflies, down under her skirt to her own, rather soaked, red lace panties. She wanted it, but even now she felt too shy to say so, despite what she was doing.

"Merry, would you like to?" He offered up to her, after a short while, his heart doing a little somersault as she gave a shy nod, his hands rubbing over her back and he leaned in to nuzzle against her neck, giving her a little hug.

She stopped her naughty rubbing, yet her hands stayed at their place and she closed her eyes, taking some deep breaths as he held her in his arms. A shy smile spread on her face as she felt his hands slowly lowering towards the curve of her bum again and she used both of her hands to open his pants before she freed his throbbing cock from it's strained cloth prison. She gasped at the sheer heat as it jerked up against her hands, already leaking a clear trickle of pre, showing off just how much he wanted this.

Billy gulped softly, his hands lifted her by her rump, gently hiking her skirt up. They were still covered by the big red coat, but the cold evening would make it too risky to strip down naked. Yet he needed to have her clothes at least partially out of the way, glad that she had such a short skirt. He held her up, feeling her palm rub over his needy shaft. It sent a huge wave of pleasure through his whole body and he groaned into her neck. The heat of his breath, so countering the cold, sent a shudder down her spine before she stilled and melted into his hand even more.

A soft whine came from the mink from all those little sensations. With a little shiver, she didn't know if it was from the cold or nervosity, she wrapped her fingers around him, giving that considerably hot thing some rather slow strokes as she felt up a boy's bits for the first time. What amazed her was, that despite it being rather stiff and hard, it still felt soft, the flesh slightly spongy to her probing squeezes.

The goat groaned, if she kept on riling him up, he would just squirt it all over her. "Merry..." he whispered out at her, then nipped at her ear, making her let out a startled squeak. "Don't play with your toy too much." He warned her with a slightly shy chuckle, pulling back to see the puzzled look in her cute eyes again. "If you rub and squeeze me so much, I'm gonna cum right then and there..." He gave her warm rump a little squeeze. "You know what... h-how about you let me give you another treat?" Billy offered a little smile.

Merry wriggled a little more, her hand still wrapped around him but other than the slight shiver of her hand, she didn't stroke or squeeze him anymore. She gave a shy little nod as he offered another treat. Fully expecting a kiss, or going straight at it, the young mink yelped in surprise as she felt his fingers pressing against her stained, damp panties.

"Oh, you don't wanna know how much I wanted to touch those pretty, red panties." He teased at her, starting to rub her in soft, slow strokes up and down, lightly pressing the silky soft material against her slightly puffy sex. He felt the heat radiating off her, like an oven, even out here in the cold his fingers felt flushed and hot against the barrier of her panties. Then, with a deep breath in, he caught her scent on the crisp air, ripe and rich with her neediness.

He figured she was just as excited and needy given that she had a huge head start, but he didn't dare rush. So he waited, spending a minute just tracing out the shape of her. He followed the edges of the wet patches with her fingertip. He listened to the way her breath hooked and broke, probing for which spots were most sensitive. He rubbed a thumb over the nub of her clit, making her twitch and whimper in his lap, until finally, he tugged her panties to the side and started to rub that hot and soaking flesh. His fingers teased over her outer lips, feeling the gentle fuzz of her velveteen fur that covered each puffy lip. Then, he followed the shape of her slit, testing the waters between them until he was positive that her skin buzzed with life in every square inch. Then, he even toyed a bit with the little nub directly.

With the first touch of his finger directly to the little button, the girl jumped. Her entire body stiffened, flinching and spazzing slightly. "Eee!" She yelped, jerking her hips away. "Oh yeah, someone's needy..."

Gently, he curled an arm partly around her so her hips were steady against him. Then, with his grip tightening on her slightly, his finger returned to the little buzzer. This time, when she flinched, he held her steady and began to rub and tease her fleshy clit. A moan quickly escaped, blooming into the air before her hips started to quiver. Little jerking motions tried to squirm away from him, only managing to push against his grip every time. Hot, exploding breaths puffed from her lips, sending out explosions of white in the chilled air.

"Ah-Ah!" She yelped, biting at her lips, whimpering into his neck, and clutching onto the front of his shirt with needy tugs. His steady, unwavering fingertip had gotten her entire body to shake in his lap, triggering an entirely new level of sensation for the young girl.

"What do you want, Merry?" He whispered, breath hot against her ear out here in the cold. She bit at her lip, whining until her words came out in a moan, "Something-"

"Something? Where? What?"

"You. Something in me. Please." She flushed darker. Her hips jerked back against his probing fingers, her body showing what her words were too shy to speak out, her little motions making him rub his fingers all over and between those puffy, wet lips.

He smiled, holding his motions still, his own member throbbing, insisting with almost painful waves of desire that IT was the something that she wanted inside of her. Yet his mind fought back against those loud cries of lust, letting the little mink explore her own needy desire against his fingers. He felt her quivering as she awkwardly jerked with her hip against his held out fingers, his ears picking up the little pants that accompanied the little stumbling of words she just didn't manage to get out. The tips of his fingers tingled whenever he felt her muscles quiver, begging for something inside of her that she could squeeze. "What something...?" He tortured her with a husky breath against her ear, lightly curving his fingertips so they tugged lightly at her entrance.

She let out a loud whine. "Come on, pleeeeease... y-you..." She felt those twitches of her hip, feeling betrayed in her own shy will by her own body. The way he held his fingers left her lust gnawing at that last resolve. Then, it suddenly clicked in her mind! He was just toying with her, the heated blush and panting increasing in intensity as the fur of her neck slowly stood up, her needs not met, a quick jab of aggression rushed her brain and within just a short little flash of white that blinded her lust-clouded mind, the mink found herself bit into the skin of his neck.

Pain shot through his mind as his eyes widened in surprise, the flesh of his neck throbbing at the sting of some sharp teeth. While it wasn't more than a love-bite, he felt his heart beat out of his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins and the thought about teasing her was ripped away from him. His body jerked, and he felt his fingers sinking into the the soft flesh of her hips instead of that of her sex. He lifted the girl up against his chest, squirming his hips beneath her so that his tip dragged down the length of her slit, hunting for her opening. As the tip nudged into place, he pushed her down. His tip pushed to her tight sex, spreading her lips out around him as a moan bloomed from her lips. A long, happy moan escaped in his neck, partially muffled as she loosened her bite and slipped backwards.

For a second, his heart skipped with fear that he'd hurt her, but then he found her lips engulfing him in a hungry kiss, "Don't stop, Santa~"

He groaned, kissing her back fiercely while his hands tugged her down over more and more of him, feeding his shaft up into her tight sex. He felt her squeezing, clamping and massaging down over his tip until he struggled to even continue moving. Lifting her again, he started anew and shook with the sensation of the hot squeeze of her cunt pulling him up into her, wantonly leaking juices into his lap. Merry clung to him, arms wrapped up around his shoulder, which pulled the jacket onto the sides of him and helped to shield the chilly air from them, though he barely felt the cold at all not with her hot sex sucking down over the length of his sex and clutching on him like a vice.

Her fingers slid up, running through his tangled hair before she found his horns. Gripping onto them, she started to bounce her hips in time with his motions, riding over his lap as she used his horns to steady herself. "Oh my God..." Billy moaned, looking out for a second at the picture in front of him of this young, snow white mink with her Christmas sweater covering her down to where her sex dropped over his cock. Behind her, snow and lights filled the landscape with twinkling beauty, then above, her face was captured in pleasure, cheeks flushed in the chill, eyes half shut, and her fingers clutching to her leverage point as she worked over him like she was riding a toy alone in her room. She was lost entirely in the motions, no shyness anymore.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open. She stared at him, lips full and parted as she kissed and nipped at his ear. Billy struggled to focus on her, feeling her squeezing harder, testing the self control of his already leaking cock. Precum trickled out of her, adding to the mess on his lap. She moaned once, breaking it with a soft mumble, "Santa?"

Billy fought for the concentration he needed, feeling himself twitching inside her madly. Every thrust had her clutching on him so tight it took both their efforts to move her back again to re-start the motion. "Y-yes?"

"I figured out what I want for Christmas."

"W-what?" He mumbled, confused and verging on orgasm so badly his mind seemed to be flashing in and out of functioning.

"Cum. Now. Inside me."

That did it. Billy grunted, only feeling her hips slamming down once more on him, a wet squish as the young mink sat herself in his lap in the best way possible. His own body jerked a little upwards, back tense and arms tightly hugging around the whole of the smaller girl, squeezing whatever was in his paws as a loud moan of pure relief and pleasure warned her. His breath tickling across her neck and back as he leaned forward. The warm rush of excitement ran through his whole body, scruffy fur feeling tingly, he could feel every throb and twitch of his member inside of her running up his spine, blooming into an explosion of pleasure inside his brain that slowly caused his vision to pick up the bright lights around them as if they were dancing. Every pulse was met with a rushing squirt of warm, thick cum, flooding the smaller girl's cavern as his cock was met with eager squeezes. Then, together, they exploded in unison.

Clutching and moaning, they clung to each other in the rush of orgasm as string after string pumped right into the little mink. The thick, goop-y filling oozed out around his shaft, smearing into his lap until finally, the last weak spurt hit her inner walls and they calmed. All around them, the night was quiet and silent. The lights continued to twinkle and dance, and the couple sat on the bench, panting into one another's collars.

"Hey, Merry?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for giving me Merry for Christmas."