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--1

"The county commissioner got back to us about your demands for the Christmas show."

Kahnso sipped his bourbon and flipped the page in his magazine. Lamborghini Today was the name of the publication, his subscription to which came with the purchase of his supercar. "I made demands?" he asked absently.

"Yyyes," Kahnso's timid assistant said. He was a college-age chocolate Labrador whom had lunged at the opportunity to be Kahnso's on-tour assistant. None of the exciting things he had hoped for had happened; no coke-and-whiskey-fueled fights with the cops or sloppy seconds with dressing room whores. But he had fetched so many bottles of bourbon and whiskey that he had gotten a tab at the local liquor store, a fact he took advantage of for himself.

"Do you want me to remind you what they were?" the Labrador mumbled.

"Uh, sure," Kahnso thinly smiled. "I'm sure they'll come back to me if you just jog my memory."

"Okay! Well," the dog chirped, flipping to next page in his sheaf, "first off, you wanted the fake snow to be replaced with cocaine."

"I don't remember that," Kahnso murmured, "but it sounds about right. Keep going."

"Uh, all of the fake presents should be addressed to Phil Latio, and that the ribbons be tied in the shapes of dicks. You wanted, I quote, no less than seven slutty reindeer girls with stick-on gift tags as pasties and jinglebell buttplugs, and you wanted them to have candy canes shaped like dicks, too."

"I remember that one!" Kahnso said, delighted.

"There's some other stuff here, about how you wanted to play touch football with baby Jesus after the show, and that all girls who tried to sit on your lap during the photo-with-Santa portion of the show must be bottomless."

"Yeah, I remember that last one, too." He sipped his bourbon and followed it with a drag off of his cigarette. "Well? Don't keep me waiting!"

"Um, they said no to all of them."

"What! Goddamn, what a tough crowd. That baby Jesus football bit killed in New Jersey," Kahnso puffed. "Well, fuck it, I guess if they want a boring Christmas show, they'll fucking get one."

Kahnso flipped the page in his magazine again. He was looking at the pictures and not reading the articles. "Is my costume in or what?"

"It's in the dressing room," the Labrador noted. "And the show starts in like two hours. Maybe you should get going?"

"This is gonna fucking suck," Kahnso puffed, stubbing out the cigarette. "They're gonna be laughing about this one for years. No sexy reindeer bitches, no coke snow, no sacrilegious comedy! What the fuck does the world have against me?"

"I don't know, sir," the Labrador said meekly, rapping his fingers on the back of the papers. "I bet you'll do great, though!"

"Yeah, maybe," Kahnso pouted. "You stick around. Keep the bus safe. Don't get too fucked up," the rockstar said on his way out.

Not ten minutes after Kahnso left, somebody rapped on the door. The dog opened it warily, expecting to see glaring Kahnso or a security officer on a power trip. Instead he saw two severely underdressed German Shepherd girls and a vixen. Between them they didn't have a complete outfit. Perky breasts and stiff pink nipples greeted the wintry air.

"Um, is Kahnso here?" one of the Shepherds asked.

"Fuck, did we streak to the wrong bus!?" the vixen moaned.

The Labrador cracked a dumb smile. "Uh, this is Kahnso's bus, he'll be back later." After a moment of awkward pause, he said, "Come on inside, there's bourbon and whiskey."

--2

Kahnso was pampered and preened by a small clutch of locals hired on for the show. A hairdresser fussed over his coif and the makeup artists buffed his claws and smoothed his pads with emery boards. Instead of his usual attire of a black leather loincloth and bangles to match, a new loincloth had been commissioned just for the show. It had sleigh bells along its trim and was dyed seasonal colors. His bangles were replaced with chic white puffs. He still wasn't sure what those were supposed to be.

"Your hair is so silky, I just can't believe it, yeah?" his hairdresser effused. She was middle-aged and thick all around. That she was a brown bear helped her pull this look off. Kahnso shamelessly checked her out whenever he could.

"Isn't it, though? You can touch it all you like, baby," he grinned.

"Gosh, my daughter is just gonna be so jealous with me, getting to do your hair like this," she laughed.

Kahnso's eyebrows popped up high. "Daughter, huh? You're a mother?"

"Oh, yeah, single mother after the car wreck," she sighed, stroking down through his locks with her brush. "I bet I'm way too old for you, yeah? A woman can dream, though!"

"Well, you know," Kahnso said, dismissing the makeup artists with dismissive gestures alone, "'tis the season for dreams and wishes."

"Ooh, oh, gosh! My daughter is just gonna hate me for this," she said with a giggle.

"Nah, she's gonna be proud," Kahnso growled, digging his fingers into the bear's thick and wide ass, "once she finds out her mom got laid by a rockstar."

--3

"Fucking sleigh bells, fucking itchy elf costume, fucking everybody who keeps calling me Rudolph," Toru hissed, tossing down the gaudy fake presents in armfuls This was, he promised himself, the last time he was ever going to volunteer his time. Getting the local park ready for a primadonna rockstar was not his idea of a fun Christmas Eve. The elf costume was humiliating enough on its own, coming down to his mid-thighs like a tunic and leaving his legs bare, but the coldness compounded it. All he had worn underneath were briefs, having expected the luxury of pants or at least tights. Due to the cold, his penis was little more than a bump.

Other elves passed by. Toru had the dubious pleasure of being the only deer among them which saved him from the antlers the others had on. Instead he got a light-up red nose to wear, which he often lost, and which was always found or replaced by his fellow elves.

"Toru, hey! Where's your nose at?"

"Rudolph lost his nose again!"

"I am not a caribou!" Toru snapped, nearly trembling with anger. "And I can't breathe with that stupid nose on!"

The others laughed. How was it that they didn't look infantile in their little green and red tunics and fuzzy antlers? Why did they look like they were good-spirited adults just doing good for their community? Toru reflected briefly and wondered if he should simply cheer up. Then one of them pressed up close to him and dry-humped his behind.

"Quick, take a picture! I'm rutting Rudolph!"

"I am not goddamn Rudolph! I'm an elk, for fuck's sake!" Toru raged, tearing himself away from the offending elf. Then he missed a step and plunged his hoof down into a fake present. "God dammit!" he bleated, shaking his leg wildly to free up his leg.

"Holy shit, I'm getting all of this on video," one of the others laughed, nearly in tears by then. "Oh, shit, hey! Nice tighty-whities!"

"Oh, fuck you! You fuck!" Toru snapped, finally shaking off the present. He stormed off in a huff, disappearing behind the stage to escape the other elves.

Toru walked to the dressing trailers with intent to change clothes and head home. Every step was punctuated by jingling sleigh bells which he still hadn't gotten used to. He passed by a mean-looking tour bus shaking and bucking in a telltale way, and he thought of the rockstar he was demeaning himself for.

"Yeah, you're in there fucking some bimbo's brains out," Toru hissed on his way past the bus, "and I'm out here being everybody's bitch. Merry fucking Christmas."

Finally Toru reached the cluster of trailers all arranged in an impromptu trailer park. In the dark of the evening, Toru couldn't tell which was which, and he walked up to Kahnso's. The moaning and shrieking on the other side of the door stopped him cold. "Ugh, great, everybody's getting laid. All I want is to change my clothes."

Toru tried the other trailers one by one and found them all locked and dark. He plopped down at a picnic table in the middle of the lot and sourly contemplated his Christmas.

--4

The bear raked her claws down Kahnso's back, digging shallow ruts into flesh. He shuddered and arched against her, grinding his meat home and bumping his knot against her muff. "Ohhh, gawd, you know how to make a lady feel special," she bleated.

"Don't I, though," Kahnso puffed before dragging his tongue up through the bear's cleavage. She left her bra on with the remark that her breasts would end up in her armpits otherwise. Kahnso didn't argue with her. Held taut in black lace, her fat jugs looked well enough for the purpose of a quick lay. He nipped into one through the cup of fabric then crushed his lips into her rubbery jowls.

"Mmf, gawddamn," she panted before suddenly slopping her tongue past Kahnso's lips. "Fu-u-uck me, I'm all yours..."

"I know you are, sugar," Kahnso grunted. Over and over he smashed his knot against her cunt, still a snug thing despite two cubs and forty-eight years. He pecked her pretty snout and puffed into her neck, "What's your name, hot stuff?"

"Farrah," she mumbled. "God, I didn't realize I hadn't even told you that!" she giggled. "Gosh, I'm just like my daughter now..."

Kahnso enjoyed a good laugh. The deer sitting outside heard it and grumbled impotently. "Nah, baby, I'd say it's the other way around. Tell me, did'ja ever fuck around on your old man?"

Farrah's cheeks blanched. She raked her claws down Kahnso's back again then gripped his hard ass, a cheek in each palm. "You son-of-a-bitch," she dangerously huffed. "Once... Just once. With his brother at Thanksgiving."

"Kinky, muy bueno," Kahnso crooned with a grin. "Shit, woman, I'm getting tired, plowing you like this."

The bear reached up and slid her fingers through Kahnso's smooth black hair, putting tangles and knots into it in the process. "Then lay back for me, sweetheart, yeah? This mama bear knows a thing or two about riding a dick."

Kahnso snickered and eased out of the bear. A runner of her wetness hung like drool and bridged the gap from his meat to her plush folds. "You wanna adopt me, sugar?" he asked, sitting back on the couch. It was the only piece of furniture he could come close to relaxing on, and even then, it was too small.

As Farrah settled into Kahnso's lap with her back to the stud, she remarked, "I don't think you'd get on with your new brother and sister, but," she slid down his penis and pressed her broad back against his chest, "I get this feeling you could use a mom's touch around your nice mansion, couldn't you?"

"Love the way you think, baby," Kahnso sighed, wrapping his palms around her thick tits. "Ride me. Jiggle that sweet, fat ass."

With her cunt beginning to tingle, Farrah bounced again and again in Kahnso's lap. The weight of their bodies together made the couch creak and grunt, but the sounds were easily missed under Kahnso's moans. Farrah was more evenly-mannered, but even she allowed gasps and squeaks out.

"You older women are just the shit, you always know what the fuck you're doing," Kahnso hissed, nibbling between Farrah's shoulder blades. He slid his palms down her front, pinching up the rolls of her belly for a quick tease before groping down to her thighs.

"I guess I've got years of experience," Farrah sighed, grinding her generousness down in firm gyrations. "That knot scares me, though."

"I was just about to ask if you were gonna take it," he chuckled. "Guess not..."

Farrah giggled. "I didn't say I don't want it - I'd say after a couple cubs, I'm ready for a knot or two, yeah?"

"Damn, I love you," Kahnso growled. "I'm glad I actually came out to this fucking place now."

The big brown bear grabbed Kahnso's paws and smashed herself down against his knot. It seemed like a mere fluke at first, but it quickly replaced her slow routine. She repeatedly mashed her cunt against the bulk of that bulb with all the energy she could muster, and her whore moans filled the trailer. "Oof, good gawd," she panted, "I forgot how fun a good fuck is, you know? You young guys, I'm surprised you always want an old woman like me..."

Kahnso knew when a lady was fishing for compliments. He knew when it was wise to dispense with them, too. "Nothin' to be surprised about, baby," he growled. "You got the fucking goods and you know how to use 'em. As for being a little chubby, you aren't the first bear babe I've fucked," he sneered.

Though Farrah was crushing her cunt down on Kahnso's fat cock with all her strength, the full penetration she craved wasn't happening. Subtly she goaded Kahnso back into the lead. She wound up with her face in the cushions and her fat ass up. Kahnso brusquely humped her with none of the fatigue he had complained about earlier.

"Rrh, goddammit," Kahnso puffed, "I'm gonna fly you out to visit me when this shit's all over. You ever been fucked on a jet?"

"Ooh, my gawd," Farrah whimpered. "Mile high club, yeah? Never..."

The bulk of Kahnso's knot tried over and over to ream open Farrah's swollen box. The pink walls inside tugged needfully at the flesh, writhing and squeezing, always oozing their sweet honey. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna like it," he grunted, nosing through her curly brown locks to lick the back of her neck. "Ought to bring your fucking daughter with you. How old is she?"

"Nuh--, nineteen," Farrah quaked. "Ooh, Christ!"

"Nineteen, nice and young," Kahnso hissed, "get a little new and old on my dick. Never had a mother-daughter team go at me before."

Farrah reached back and savagely grabbed Kahnso's hair. She growled as she yanked on it. "I wouldn't, not with my daughter!"

Though tears welled up in his eyes, Kahnso brayed with pleasure. Spurred by pain, Kahnso mashed the knot in, spreading Farrah open. She screamed in pain and pleasure alike. "Yeah you would! You fuckin' would, you're a cheating whore, and you'd fuck me with your little girl!"

"Aah, ga-a-awd," Farrah snarled, tugging on Kahnso's hair so hard that he yelped. She squirted around the bulb of his knot, caking his crotch fur with her thick honey. "I would, I fucking would for you!" she shamefully admitted.

Kahnso couldn't revel in his victory like he wanted to. Farrah's squeezing, orgasming cunt wrung his cock mightily and he came. As his thick ejaculate filled the bear, he groaned into her ear, "I'm gonna bring you and your daughter both out to visit. I'm gonna cum on your little girl's face."

"You're a pig," Farrah shuddered. "I can't believe I let you fuck me..."

"Please, babe, you didn't exactly say no. You free over the new year?"

"Yes," she quietly allowed. "I'll make time for you."

--5

Kahnso strode out into the night and soon brayed, "Jesus Christ, it's fucking cold!"

Toru looked up from the game he was playing on his cell phone. Not realizing in the dark who Kahnso was, he shortly said, "It's not that cold, quit bitching."

After staring into the darkness for a moment, Kahnso followed the sound of the voice and sat down opposite the deer. Just across from Toru, he could see who he was dealing with. In the same instant, Toru realized that it was Kahnso.

"Oh, um. You're that singer guy," Toru said, trying to sound casual and calm.

Fortunately for Toru, Kahnso was distracted by his own amusement. "Hey, cool, I didn't know they actually found me some reindeer! I was hoping for a doe, though."

Toru grunted and rubbed his temples. "I. Am not. A motherfucking caribou," he hissed, each syllable dripping venom.

"You're not?" Kahnso asked. "That sucks."

"Yes, it does," Toru said, speaking with what tiny amount of patience he retained.

Kahnso let an awkward pause fester, then rubbed his arms through a shiver. "It's still pretty fucking cold out here. Why are you sitting out like this?"

After Toru explained his torment and the lack of a dressing room, Kahnso laughed in his face.

"That's why you're dressed like a faggot and pouting by yourself? Christ, man, it sucks to be you."

"Oh, fuck off!" Toru snapped, standing up suddenly. He started to trudge off into the cold night, well away from the concert setup and the trailers, but Kahnso caught up to him and grabbed his antlers.

"Yow! Fucking stop that, those don't come off!"

"Then quit walking away! And where the hell are you gonna go, anyway?"

"Anywhere but here!" Toru defiantly said, swatting Kahnso's paws off of his antlers.

Kahnso grinned. "Come with me, dumbass," he said, leading the elk back to Farrah's trailer. "Go inside, and don't mind her if she's still got her pussy out. Ask her for something to wear."

"I--, wait, what?" Toru blundered as Kahnso muscled him through the door.

The mama bear stuck her head out from the rear booth as soon as Kahnso shut the door. She smiled sweetly then emerged shirtless. "I thought I heard Kahnso's voice, is he hiding outside?"

"He went to, uh, the show. I think, anyway," stammered Toru, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. He fixed his eyes on Farrah's big tits, still held in a black bra. "So-o-o, hi there," he impishly smiled.

Farrah spotted her shirt slung over the back of the couch and slipped it on. "Sorry about the exposure there," she laughed. "Boy, that Kahnso," she tittered, "what a persuasive man."

"About him," Toru murmured, disheartened by the bear's sudden decency, "he said you could find me something else to wear?"

The bear gave Toru a quick look, then cracked a grin. "I dunno, yeah? You look like a good reindeer to me!" When the elk's face started to sour, Farrah patted his shoulder and said, "I know, I know, you're not a reindeer. Bet nobody else noticed, huh?"

"No, they didn't," Toru huffed. "Otherwise I'd still be out there for the show."

"Oh, sweetie," Farrah cooed, pulling him in close and shaking a little jingle from his sleigh bells, "Christmas isn't just about you, you know? It's about everybody else being happy and having a good time, too. And if calling you Blitzen and making fun of your antlers is what people like, then maybe it's for the best."

Toru's face screwed up in distaste. "But they're dicks! Why should I care how they feel?"

"They're dicks?" Farrah parroted. "Oh, hm. Well, you know - fuck 'em then, yeah? You want to have some hot chocolate with me instead?"

"I would love that," the deer sighed. "Do you have any clothes I can wear, though?"

"Ummm, well," the mama bear mumbled, using the trailer's limited amenities to fill some mugs and microwave them, "I actually don't. Not here. In the other trailers, yeah, sure! But this is Kahnso's trailer. The others are locked up, and security's got the keys."

"Nuts," Toru groaned. "I look like a BDSM elf or something," he moaned as he sat on the couch.

Farrah chuckled. A few minutes later, she stepped out of the kitchenette with two steaming mugs. "You look kinda cute in it, you know? I mean, sure, it's mostly the harness that's doing it for me, but still. You're a cute little man."

Toru eyed her carefully as he took his mug. Little marshmallows bobbed in the piping hot chocolate. "Just so we're clear, when you came out with your shirt off..."

"I thought you were Kahnso coming for a double-dip, yeah," she winked. "Mama's got needs too, sweetie."

After a sip of his chocolate just to allow some pause, Toru remarked, "I didn't think a guy like Kahnso was, you know, a milf hunter."

Farrah smiled slyly, narrowing her cool blue eyes. "And why's that a surprise, hmm? I saw how you were looking at me."

An awkward smile crept across Toru's snout. "I never meant--, I didn't mean you're not, uh, desirable."

The bear swirled her chocolate a little bit, then sipped it. She sat back and folded her legs below the knee. "No? So you think I'm a milf too, eh? I mean, sure you do, you outright said it a few seconds ago."

Toru stalled for time with a protracted drink of his chocolate. It was too hot to really enjoy, but he needed a distraction. Finally, in careful words he said, "Yes, I think you're a mother I'd like to fuck."

"I'm glad we could get that out of the way," Farrah cooed before sipping her chocolate. Having barely had any of it, she set her mug aside then moved and straddled Toru's lap. "You're going to leave the harness on, right?"

--6

Two hours had passed before Kahnso sauntered back to the dressing room, having skipped the bus in which he would have found his assistant in a heap with the groupies.

Without knocking, Kahnso opened the door and saw immediately that Toru had been busy. Clothes were strewn all over the furniture and floor. The bear was nude and asleep, lying back on the couch. Her breasts did not quite dangle into her armpits as she had warned.

Toru sat opposite the couch in the armchair wearing his sleigh bell harness and a smile on his face. When Kahnso entered, Toru put a finger to his lips for silence.

Kahnso closed the door gently and sneered big and wide. "Really?" he quietly asked. "Old bitch can't get enough."

Toru snickered before asking, "Did you need something?"

"Well," Kahnso murmured, looking over Farrah's prone body, "I wanted a little something-something extra before I got on the bus again." He put his lewd red eyes on Toru and cracked a big grin. "So, you know, thanks."

In spite of all the whispering, Farrah stirred with a dreamy coo. She sat up, nestled in against the armrest and smiled. "Hey again, handsome," she winked. "Your little friend here kept me busy while you were off singing, yeah?"

"We're friends now, huh?" Kahnso said to Toru, folding his arms and smirking.

Farrah laughed. "I have the feeling I know what you came back for." She looked calmly at the tall fox. "You need to know everything about me so you can come scoop me out of my home."

"Pretty much," Kahnso agreed, licking his fangs then. "And I thought we'd fuck again."

"Aha," the bear giggled. "Oh, babe, I've had enough. And your little friend here," she scoffed at Toru, "screwing a poor old bear like me in the butt."

The deer laughed sheepishly. "You offered! And then you asked for it!"

"Look, kid," Kahnso said, rubbing Toru's shoulder, "I'm gonna side with her even if I know she's lying."

After giggling momentarily, Farrah suddenly showed a dangerous glint her eyes. "Kahnso, I got an idea for you if you're horned up." She sat up and grinned toothily. "Fuck him. He's got himself a cute little butt there."

"Hmm, built-in handlebars, too," Kahnso murmured, exerting a sudden grip on them. "And those sleigh bells! I bet those are gonna make some fun noise."

"He--, hey! Hey! I didn't fucking agree to this!" Toru bitched, resisting Kahnso at every step of the way, but especially when the fox pulled him out of the chair by the antlers. "Yow, take it easy on those...!"

"Farrah, baby, undress me and gimme a little fluffing here," Kahnso purred, pressing the elk against the flimsy wall. Toru grumbled but seemed to resign himself to his fate.

Excited at the notion of seeing some live gay sex, Farrah unclasped Kahnso's sleigh bell loincloth and tossed it over the chair in a cacophony of jingles. Then she wrapped her arms around his middle and fondled his sheath using grabby, eager touches. "Mmh, god, you're all kinds of sweaty and nasty, aren't you?"

"Sorry about that," Kahnso apologized.

"Hm, well," Farrah shrugged, "guess I'll just have to make the best of it."

"What exactly are you up to back there?" Kahnso slyly asked right as Farrah knelt. Everything became clear when the mama bear crammed her short, square snout into his ass crack. The studly fox groaned and arched forward, shoving his loins against Toru's taut ass.

After biting his lip for a moment, Toru asked, "What is she doing?"

Over the muted sounds of Farrah's laps and snuffles, Kahnso growlingly moaned, "Eating my ass. I think I love this bitch." Grinning sleazily, Kahnso wrapped his arms around Toru's middle and caused his sleigh bells to jingle. He slid his fingers under the loose harness and traced the athletic lines of the elk's body.

"You, um, have very big paws," Toru mumbled.

"And you look faggy in that little harness," Kahnso sniggered. "It's staying on, though, that's for sure. Gonna fuck me one of Santa's rejects."

Farrah dug her tongue into the musky confines of Kahnso's ass. His sweat coated her snout and the smell of his body tantalized her nostrils. Her paws wandered around Toru's thighs and clutched the buck's familiar balls, but her thoughts were anchored to Kahnso. Her naked cunt grew wet as the rockstar's heady scent filled her sinuses.

The direct result of Farrah's worshipful ass munching was Kahnso's erection. It throbbed free of its sheath, threateningly filling Toru's ass crack and resting perpendicular to the quivering pucker hidden between his cheeks.

"Ah, Jesus! You're kinda well-hung, aren't you?" Toru whimpered. "Maybe I can blow you instead?" he weakly offered.

Witnessing fear of his cock always delighted Kahnso. He ground into Toru's crack and unintentionally teased Farrah in the process. The mama bear growled and hungrily crammed her muzzle deeper still, and then she wriggled her tongue past the pucker of his anus. He gasped at the feeling and splayed back his ears but grinned over Toru and nuzzled between his antlers. "Nuh-uh, wouldn't want you dislocating your jaw, would we?" At the bear he growled, "Hey baby, there ain't no fuckin' honey in my asshole, so how's about you ease up?"

Puffing from her nostrils, Farrah pulled back and plopped inelegantly on her thick ass. "Sweaty jerk," she grumbled.

"Don't you forget it," Kahnso chirped, pulling back and lining up his tip with Toru's anus. He did so by feeling alone, being in no mood to unhand the buck's fine body so that he might spread his cheeks. It took the fox a moment to get his cock notched against the shivering deer's asshole, but when he did, Toru winced preemptively and reached back for Kahnso's flanks.

"You're way too big for me, I'm serious," Toru groaned.

Kahnso evidently did not hear Toru, given how boldly he pressed into the elk. His slippery cock defied the snug anal ring of the deer and coaxed immediate feedback from him in the form of a yowl.

A deep, lewd moan escaped Kahnso, matched in its mellow sexuality by the grin on his face. His coolness was offset by Toru's wide-eyed grimace and the way he scraped his hooves on the cheap carpeting, ripping a hole in it. He soon found his back against Kahnso and the tod's knot against his reamed anus.

"Aaah, gawddammit," Toru gasped. "I should've just stayed with the other elves..."

"Sure as shit glad you didn't, Rudolph," Kahnso purred as he squeezed about the deer's middle. He slowly pulled back but promptly rammed it in again, spurring a shriek out of the deer. Kahnso snickered maliciously.

"Ooh, fuck him," Farrah cooed, watching the show from the floor with fingers buried in her well-loved twat.

"I'm already on it, baby," growled the rockstar, brushing his tail across her snout. She snapped at it unsuccessfully but cooed at its fluffy texture.

"Don't fuck me," Toru wheezed, grabbing the wall by any protrusions he could. A piece of flimsy trim tore off under his fingers. "Oh my god, oh fuck, oh gawd," he blurted, cowing his head and scraping his rack on the wall.

Kahnso eased back from Toru but it was clear in his ongoing thrusts that he had no intent to stop. Instead he held Toru by the hips and pulled the deer away from the bracing wall. The deer then had no choice but to be bumped and jostled with every pounding, and the sleigh bells innocently jingled.

"Moan for me, you little Christmas sissy," Kahnso snapped, digging his fingers into the buck's pelvis. The bulk of his knot mashed against the deer's hapless anal entrance at the apex of every grind, subjecting Toru to a combination of pleasure, pain, and fear that the gland would find its way inside of him.

Toru bleated some moans which were not completely faked. The shaft portion of Kahnso's penis was undeniably stimulating. The fat, veiny flesh reamed his rectal walls and put pressure on the sweetest spots, and the erection Toru sported throbbed earnestly. But the knot was horrifying, and the fact that Kahnso had no qualms about raping him was a terror of its own. There was a certain thrill gained from the lack of consent, however, and he shamefully masturbated. "I hate you both," he huffed.

With a lick across his fangs, Kahnso appeared more devious than ever. He bit down on his lip but the corners of his mouth were sharply upturned. The grin was unmistakable and the vicious intent with which he smashed his knot in was downright murderous. Toru screeched and squealed and all for good reason, for Kahnso brusquely popped his knot past the deer's asshole.

The deer screamed through clenched teeth. He clenched shut his eyes but the tears escaped anyway. Nothing as large as Kahnso's knot had had ever been inside of his body and he felt he could have done without the experience. Kahnso suddenly popped the knot right back out. Toru realized the ordeal was far from over when the fox bore down on him again and forced that swollen gland in for a second time.

With the second knotting, Toru let loose an unbridled scream. He scraped his fingertips through the wallpaper and his knees quaked. "Oh--! Fuck me!" he rhetorically bellowed as tears streamed down his cheeks. His cock throbbed harder than ever and spat its pre onto the wall.

"I'm fucking on it, bitch!" Kahnso groaned without a hint of irony. He released Toru's hips only to grab hold of the buck's stout rack. As if gripping handlebars, he held them fast and bent back the deer's head well past the point of simple discomfort. Toru yowled and fussed yet was given no choice but to take the knot over and over, each repetition making the stretch a little bit easier, though never enough to alleviate the pain.

"Oh, fuck, ah god," Farrah crooned, diddling herself hard and fast with fingers trained by three-decades-plus of self-abuse. She bit her rubbery lip and eagerly watched the morbidly alluring show of Toru's debasement.

Deep, braying moans escaped Kahnso as he knotfucked Toru. Whether it was rape or just a wild fuck, he had no idea. His big balls swung up against the deer's thighs and he kept pulling back on the antlers despite the screams. "Either your rack's gonna break, or your neck is!" Kahnso snarled, pounding into Toru with all of his might. The deer's asshole was too trained to bleed but too tight to take the knot gracefully, and by then the ring was swollen and puffy.

"Fuck, fuck! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Toru shouted, but he masturbated savagely. The tears filled in his eyes and turned his vision blurry. Pain and pleasure were pointlessly intermingled in his ruined ass. The sleigh bells slung and jingled so often that even their sweet sound was a mess. And suddenly, Toru came with astonishing force. He splattered his cum against the wall in three magnificent spurts followed by a pathetic drool.

The sudden spasming of Toru's rectal muscles locked in Kahnso's knot. The brute gasped, and with his concentration broken, he relinquished Toru's antlers and instead bear hugged the elk close. "Fu-u-uck," he cried, dumping his nuts into the knotted deer. "Christ... Ah, Jesus fuckin' Christ, but that's a tight ass."

Farrah saw this as an irresistible opportunity, and she again smashed her muzzle into Kahnso's ass. She surprised him so sharply that he genuinely yelped, but her immediate attention to his clenching asshole soon coaxed moans from him. She slobbered and even suckled his anus, sucking sweat from the flesh and fur with her most whorish intent. Her orgasm was a foregone conclusion and the fingering she still subjected herself to was a formality, and within just a moment of burying her nose in the rockstar's musky asshole again, Farrah came for the third time that night. When she squirted, she whimpered in true bliss and fell back with a bump.

"Fuckin' milfs, I swear," Kahnso sneered.

Toru was in no mood for banter. "Ugh, my ass," he griped. "I feel like I just shit a bowling ball."

"Take it easy there, Dasher," the fox mumbled. "C'mere, sit down with me. We'll, heh, wait a little while to pop that out."

Kahnso sat with Toru in his lap after some careful maneuvering. Farrah managed to drag herself up to her feet, and after they all relaxed, the mama bear suggested another round of hot chocolate.