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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is my Christmas themed story for the holiday seasons, I’ve decided to dedicate it to my good friend and constant source of inspiration, RockyWulf. Before anyone asks, yes, it is the same Faye from “It’s a deal” in here too ;3

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“God, I need to get laid” Tina groaned into her cup of cheap black coffee, the cheap Styrofoam cup clutched between her hands while her painted nails drummed against the sides in agitation. Rocky couldn’t help but perk his ears at this, especially as it was coming from the office MILF. Granted she wasn’t that much older than him, but she was a single mother to a little girl, so she still qualified for the title. He had tried his luck when she had first joined his local branch of Hallmart, but the older coyote had shot him down immediately, stating he just wasn’t her type.

“What’s stopping you?” Sandra, their chubby squirrel shift supervisor asked, while stuffing her face full of her leafy green salad. The squirrel was constantly on one or another crash diet, but Rocky knew it was pointless as she refused to quit the sodas. He was pretty sure if he checked her license, her blood type would be listed as Mountain Dew.

“Kelsey, she’s at that age where she has to be around me all the time” Tina mumbled, her chin now resting on her folded arms as the coyote stared dejectedly at the half empty cup of coffee before her. Her shoulders were slumped in defeat, even her ears were currently laid flat against her long auburn hair. “It’s not even like I am trying to date anyone, I just need a fling to burn off the cobwebs…y’know?”

“Need to get her a sibling” the squirrel replied, without really thinking. Sandra was sweet enough, most days. But she was the kind of person that didn’t actually listen to other people talking, though Rocky suspected that was to do with her ADHD and her mind was already five sentences ahead or an entirely different conversation already.

“Kinda hard to do that if I can’t even get a moment to myself in order to get a good dicking” the coyote growled softly. Rocky couldn’t help but smirk, she had turned him down and now it seemed she had no other prospects either. As far as he was concerned, that was just karma. Though, if she did happen to ask him, he supposed he could give her a second chance. Tina was cute in that girl next door or even a trailer park queen kind of way. The long auburn hair, greyish blue eyes, and a small but perky chest. She was a little on the skinny side perhaps, but not too skinny; she did fill out a pair of denims rather well though.

Rocky on the other hand was somewhere between looking like a jock or a typical nerd, he wasn’t overly large and muscular. But he had decently broad shoulders and some definition around his chest and arms. Standing at a little over six foot two, he was at least a head taller than Tina, but she didn’t seem to be the type of woman who was impressed by a guy’s height. Though he would have liked to stay a bit longer and listen to the pretty coyote complain about the lack of dick in her life, his lunchbreak was over, and the large grey wolf had to return to packing the shelves. As he passed by Tina, Rocky swore he caught a hint of something in the air. The bitch was in heat, no wonder she was so worked up and seemed a little more antsy than usual.

Every time Rocky spotted Tina, she seemed to be daydreaming and staring at the nearest phallic shaped object. After hearing her conversation earlier, he knew why, and it just made him shake his head and smirk. It certainly didn’t help the pent-up coyote when she got stuck serving a group of strapping young stallions from the local college football team. Rocky could practically see Tina trying not to drool at all the testosterone in the air and the undoubtedly countless inches of young virile stallion cock within arm’s reach, but not being able to reach out and touch it must have been driving her crazy.

As much fun as it was watching Tina suffer through the Friday shift, eventually the day drew to a close and Rocky headed home. Usually, he would be getting ready to go out and party, but this weekend he had other plans. It was something he did on the sly every year, something he kept a secret and never told anyone anything about, not even his own family. Already the red and white outfit was hanging behind his bedroom door, ready for his first shift early in the morning.

After a good night’s sleep, Rocky awoke early and began his usual routine. A good hearty breakfast of porridge and a strong coffee to keep him going through the day, along with a few granola bars and energy drinks to keep his energy levels up in his lunch cooler bag. With his breakfast done and his meals sorted for the day, it was time to get dressed. The large grey wolf donned the fat suit beneath his largest loose fitting white shirt and red boxers. It was so lifelike that it almost made him think this is what he would actually look like in a decade or two, if he ever decided to let himself go that was. Once the fat suit was properly adjusted and comfortable, Rocky began to put on the Santa suit he had bought for himself, complete with realistic looking beard and moustache. While the suit looked high quality compared to most others out there this time of year, Rocky was most thrilled with the beard and moustache. He knew that children tended to tug on them and ruin the illusion, so he had found one which worked very similar to Velcro. The tiny little hooks inside the beard were almost invisible, but they clung tightly enough to his facial hair that the beard could withstand a decent yank before it would come off. Granted, it did make removing it after his shift was over a bit painful, but it was worth it to see the smiles on all those kids faces. With his outfit on and fully assembled, Rocky gave himself one last look over and confirmed he was barely recognizable. Satisfied that he was ready, Santa set out on the short trip to the mall to get ready for the day.

“Hey, Faye!” Rocky called out and waved to his usual partner in crime. Faye was a short, punk looking lynx, with dyed teal and purple spiked hair. She was cute in a pixyish kind of way, the tufted ears, the fluffy cheeks and even the teal and violet heterochromia eyes. Usually, the short lynx preferred to dress in denims and flannel, but currently she was wearing the gaudy bright green and red elf costume which complimented his Santa’s outfit.

“There he is; the man with the big sack!” Faye teased with a grin. “Ready to have pretty girls sitting in your lap all day, big man?” she asked with an almost sing-song teasing voice.

“Please don’t say it like that, they’re just kids…” Rocky groaned and shook his head at the short feline.

“I would, but then that wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable, now, would it?” she asked with a smug grin. Oh, she was evil, that much was for sure.

"Bitch” The large wolf growled playfully down at her before he took his seat. “Get ready, it’s almost opening time!”

“If I didn’t like pussy so much, I’d almost find your undying enthusiasm for this rather attractive” Faye mumbled, just as the first parents began to line up for their kids to sit in Santa’s lap.

“HO…ho ho…” Rocky loudly pronounced, though the first ‘ho’ was blatantly directed at Faye standing beside him. She had caught it too, the short feline responding with a brief sticking out of her tongue at him in response.

They had a strange friendship, they didn’t really hang out much outside of the Christmas season, but they did text a lot. Faye was a strange friend, Rocky didn’t really see her as a woman per say, mostly because they did both stare at the same women with the same lustful intent in their eyes. But she was someone he could confide in, almost like a sister or brother. He knew she was gay and that didn’t bother him in the slightest, he just wished she wasn’t so successful at hooking the same women he was interested in. He had seen too many pictures to know she wasn’t bullshitting him either about her prowess in proving the “spaghetti” theory…every girl is like spaghetti, they’re only straight until you get them hot and wet. The most shocking being his sister…those were images he never intended or wanted to see in the first place.

Thankfully all the little tykes began to line up rather quickly, so Rocky was spared reliving those mental images for the moment. Even Faye got into the act, making her voice almost comically high pitched and elf like to compliment his deeper than usual tone while he played the part of Santa. He was so good at it that even a few of the people he worked with didn’t even recognize him when he passed them in the bathroom during his first break. If they had recognized him, there was zero doubt in Rocky’s mind that they would have teased him about being a mall Santa.

“And what would you like for Christmas, Kelsey?” Santa asked a particularly cute little auburn haired coyote girl, who stared up at him with the prettiest little greyish blue eyes he had ever seen. Rocky always got a kick out of how surprised the kids were that he knew their names, but it was just a simple trick of Faye asking the parents as she greeted them in line and led them back toward Santa before subtly whispering it in his ear. This little girl however, Rocky felt like he really did know her from somewhere…

“I want a baby sister” Kelsey replied without missing a beat and full of confidence.

“I’m sure that’s something your mommy and daddy should discuss, how about a Nintendo Switch instead?” Santa chuckled good naturedly while ruffling the little girl’s hair and ears.

“I don’t have a daddy…” She pouted and stared up at him with the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen.

“I’m sure Santa can find a way to help you with that…” Faye leaned in close to whisper to the little girl, who squealed in excitement and hopped down from his lap to run back to her mother.

“Faye, what the fuck?” Rocky growled under his breath as he glared at the small feline elf.

“Dude, that little girl’s mother has been staring at you with the fuck me eyes the entire time she’s been on your lap…If I had to guess, she wants to sit in your lap next” Faye retorted with a knowing grin. “Besides, you heard the little girl, no dad in the picture…so be a good Santa and come down her chimney to leave a gift behind.”

“You’re insa…” Rocky’s stopped mid-sentence when he turned to look for the girl in the crowd and found her rather easily, she was currently clutched to a much older version of herself. Goddamn Tina was her mother, no wonder she looked so familiar. Faye was right too, Tina was still staring at Rocky, no…Santa, with unbridled lust in her eyes. He knew that look of hunger well, he had seen it on many older women before, but not Tina. At least, not until now, which was odd. Apparently tall and muscular wasn’t her style, but Santa was? That really did explain a lot and why she had shot him down previously.

“Told ya” Faye grinned as she gave his shoulder a firm pat. “I’ll even leave this one to you, I’ve got my own thing going so don’t need to poach your game anymore.”

“Wait, what?” He frowned and looked back at Faye in surprise. She never offered to not compete with him, it truly was a fucking Christmas miracle. Rocky watched as Faye sauntered over to Tina and began talking to her while glancing back at him, whatever she was saying was making the older coyote grin rather broadly. “Oh shit!” Rocky thought to himself when Faye took Tina’s daughter by the hand and led her over to the play area, after putting the closed sign across the entrance to their Santa’s Hut, to keep her entertained. Now that she was free, Tina made her way inside the hut with Santa and closed the door behind her.

“Hello Santa, your elf says you have a special present for me?” Tina asked with a less than subtle grin down at the dumbstruck wolf. Rocky was lost in the sight before him, though she was dressed perhaps a little trashy, she still looked fucking great. Tina wore a form fitting, short leopard print one piece dress, which showed a bit of her modest cleavage and stopped at a little above her mid-thigh. Over that she wore a black leather jacket and some strappy high heels shoes that reminded him of Roman Sandals. Her makeup was a little overdone though with the pink and blue eye shadow, along with some heavy black lipstick. It looked almost as if she had tried to go for a simple Harley Quinn look, but somehow it still worked on her.

“I might, it depends on if you’ve been a good girl or not?” Santa replied back, in a deep rumble as he looked the coyote over with obvious interest.

“I can be ‘your’ good girl” Tina growled back playfully, as she got down onto her knees before him with her fluffy tail beginning to wag slowly behind her. Already her soft hands were beginning to brush along his inner thighs and moving up higher toward his crotch and the sizeable bulge Santa was already sporting. Rocky couldn’t help but shiver in delight as her red, white and green painted nails scratched lightly against the red material of his trousers.

Normally Rocky would have been panicking, he could hear people moving around outside their little hut as they went about their Christmas shopping. Thankfully this year the mall hadn’t cheaped out on its construction, so they were in a proper little log cabin of sorts with actual walls and not the usual Styrofoam panelling crap. That and the fake trees and snowdrifts outside added some extra cover as well, making sure no one could easily see into much less get to the cabin, except to the front door. Granted, it was a bit of a fire hazard, but there were no open flames and no electrics inside, so he was relatively sure they were safe inside the hut.

“I always wanted to see the North Pole” Tina joked as she groped over Santa’s crotch, earning a pleasured groan from the wolf and a little buck of his hips up into her touch. Thankfully the fat suit didn’t extend that far down, so it wouldn’t get in the way when the coyote rather eagerly undid the shiny black buttons at the front of his pants to fish his growing stiffness out into the open. Clearly, he was bigger than the coyote was expecting, at least if her expression was anything to go by. The way she stared at and gently cradled his erection seemed almost reverent, like she had been given the most precious gift ever.

Rocky was starting to become a little self-conscious after Tina sat just holding and staring at his cock, but just as he was about to speak and break the tension, she dove forward and sunk her maw down onto his throbbing shaft as if she were starving and his meat was the only source of sustenance for miles. Rocky’s nails scratched into the wooden armrests of his seat from the sudden explosion of pleasure, not only from the feeling of an obviously skilled muzzle bobbing along his length and delivering if not the best, at least a top five worthy blowjob. But also, the sheer excitement of it being Tina of all people, he had not expected her to be this eager, or this good even. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what she was doing though, the first few gags from the coyote had been a bit worrying, but they didn’t seem to stop her, however. When he saw the ring of black lipstick moving lower and lower down his cock, until it sat at the top of his knot, he knew the naughty bitch was just trying to set a new personal record with him. Though honestly, he didn’t know if he should be mad or impressed with her determination, most women couldn’t reach that far down with their mouths alone on him.

There was so much he wanted to do with and to the sultry coyote MILF, but Rocky knew his time was short and he had to make the most of it. As much as he would have loved to give her a mouthful of his personal eggnog, he had other ideas, and he knew she wouldn’t mind them either. “You’re off to a good start, Tina, but Santa has another gift for you…” he growled and panted in his deep Santa voice, while reluctantly pulling her maw from his twitching cock. He couldn’t help but grin behind his beard at the surprised look on the coyote MILF’s face that he knew her name, just in time for her to look up at him and catch a stray shot of precum across her cheek when she did so. She was so worked up already that she didn’t even seem to notice it, the glistening mess creating a lewd spiders web between her whiskers and the soft fur of her muzzle.

Santa climbed up out of his large wooden chair and directed the coyote down into it, on her hands and knees like the ‘good’ girl she was. Considering what a bitch she could be at work, Rocky was surprised by how easily and eagerly the coyote did as told now. Even when he brazenly reached up between her thighs from behind to cup her sex, she gave an inviting and excited huff instead of growling at him. Though he could hazard a guess as to why, the dirty bitch wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he had just gotten a handful of bare, hot and slick coyote cunt. When he began to curl and tease his fingers along her pouting and slick folds, he could hear Tina’s claws begin to scratch at the wooden chair before her. Even when he snuck his thumb up a little higher and rubbed the pad of his thick digit against the tight little indent there, he was simply met with a rather breathless “Santa!” instead of an angry growl, as he had expected. But that wasn’t his intent, not this time at least.

Rocky suddenly sunk one thick finger into the coyote, just to lightly tease at her snug opening and listened to the lewd sounds she made while he toyed with her. He teased and manipulated the coyote expertly, until she was panting and practically begging for more, though he was one step ahead of Tina when he gave in to her begging. As soon as his second finger joined in the fun, his free hand was around her muzzle; just as expected, the sultry bitch damn near screamed blue murder as she came hard for him. She must have been even more pent up than he had expected, which worked well for Rocky. Perhaps he did have a malicious streak in him, as any normal man, especially Santa, would have stopped there and let her come down from that sudden rush of near overwhelming pleasure and holiday bliss. But not Rocky, perhaps he was still a little sour from her rejection, whatever it was, he was not done with her yet. Even before her first climax had subsided, the wolfs thick digits began working and twisting inside the coyote cunt while his thumb circled and toyed with her clit below with every ounce of expertise he could muster. His other hand remained grasped tightly about her muzzle to muffle her cries as he easily pushed her into another, then another when he added a third thick finger to the mix. He had her right where he wanted her, Rocky felt no shame in abusing her G-spot either as he worked the coyote MILF through another series of climaxes while doing his best to muffle her obvious cries of pleasure with his firm grip about her muzzle. Faye must have been nearby and could hear the noises coming from inside the cabin, the sneaky feline had turned up the Christmas music to try muffle the noises he was getting the coyote to make. He really should thank her somehow, after he was done with Tina of course.

He didn’t know if it was his rough finger fucking or the lack of oxygen with his grip over her mouth, perhaps a combination of the two, but somewhere around her fifth or sixth climax, Rocky saw Tina’s eyes begin to roll into the back of her skull. The insides of her thighs were practically soaked with her own wetness and quite frankly, the inside of Santa’s cabin was starting to smell of horny coyote MILF. “Are you ready for a white Christmas, Tina?” he couldn’t resist asking as he withdrew his fingers from her well-prepared cunt. Rocky raised his soaked digits to his maw and licked each finger clean in turn as he waited for her response, finding her taste most agreeable. She was a little bit sweet, with a hint of saltiness and just the right amount of tanginess to entice him to want to get a taste direct from the source next time. He may have gone a little too hard on the coyote though, when she did speak, she sounded more than a little drunk which made her damn near impossible to understand. “What was that?” he had to ask her to repeat.

“Fuck me…Santa” he barely heard her say, even after he had released her muzzle to let her talk a little easier. Her eyes were still heavily lidded when she turned to look back at him, though it was hard to tell if it was just because of having cum so many times in such a short space of time, or if she was just that turned on. Not that it mattered when she reached back to tug her short leopard print dress up about her waist and lifted her fluffy tail invitingly to expose her delightfully plump and shapely behind to him; wild horses could not have dragged Rocky away from such a tempting offer.

This time Tina was the one to cover her muzzle when the festivities began, which left Santa’s hands free to roughly grip at her behind and spread her perfect ass to give an unhindered view down below. While his other hand gripped at the scruff of her neck, beneath her long auburn locks to hold her in place firmly. As much as he wanted to just sheath himself fully inside her in one stroke, Rocky knew he was a little above average as far as his truncheon was concerned and Tina wasn’t a very big woman either. Being the good Santa that he was, the wolf just let his tip part her folds and soon nudge against her opening while he gradually worked himself into her, thankful for the helping hand she had provided to seat him correctly within herself. Once he found the right spot and felt her enticing snug heat begin to swallow his tip, the wolf began a slow back and forth motion to saw his length in and out a little deeper each time. He was thankful for Tina covering her own mouth, with both hands now, as he reached the halfway mark. If not for that, there was no doubt her moans and almost screams would draw unwanted attention, even over the loud and cheerful Christmas music Faye had almost blaring outside. Even now she was being almost too loud, but Rocky was in too deep to just stop.

With a low growl, he began to buck harder and deeper into the coyote MILF kneeling before him. She felt even better than he had imagined, the way she clung to him, that delightful clench and squeeze around his cock every time his hips clapped against her behind. It didn’t take long for a problem to arise, though in retrospect, it probably wasn’t actually a problem, but rather his saving grace. With his own climax starting to boil and bubble to bursting point, Rocky was denied the possibility of knotting Tina as his instincts screamed at him to do. When he tried, he could barely get his knot to kiss the coyote’s spread lips around the base of his cock, the damned fat suits belly was in the way! Even with Tina trying to grind back against him, clearly wanting to be tied, the soft squishy fake belly just bounced her forward again, only to be yanked backward by the wolfs grip on her scruff to sheath his cock inside her again, as deep as he could go. But alas, it was not deep enough, Santa was not able to tie his coyote bitch this time, much to both of their disappointment.

Rocky didn’t realize he was becoming so rough with her until he felt Tina go rigid beneath him, her cries coming out as nothing but strangled gasps and grunts as she came hard again. His claws at her behind had left rather obvious red marks beneath her silvery fur and even her hair looked a bit messy. He didn’t want this to end, but he knew he couldn’t keep this up for too much longer. Not only was he close himself already, but they were already well over the allotted lunchbreak time and people would no doubt be lining up outside for him. With a few last, sharp and firm thrusts, Rocky hilted himself as deep as his fake belly would allow and unleashed his own climax deep within the coyote. Thick rope after rope painted her insides, not quite directly into her womb, but certainly close enough to ensure a Christmas miracle. Then again, he wasn’t sure if she was on the pill or not, but time would tell.

“Dude, you done yet? We have customers waiting…” Faye hissed from the slightly cracked doorway, suddenly snapping the huts occupants back to reality and out of their lust filled haze.

“Fuck…fuck fuck fuck…” Tina began to mumble, at least until Santa withdrew himself from her, then nothing but an unintelligible grunt escaped her, and she almost collapsed onto the chair once again. Rocky watched the coyote try to correct her outfit with a rather amused grin, while he stuffed his softening cock back into his red trousers. When Tina turned around and stared at him, her expression was rather hard to read. After a tense moment, she reached into her little handbag and pulled out a slip of paper and a pen to begin writing her number down for him.

“I don’t need it” Santa replied when she held the slip of paper out for him.

“Why, are you really Santa?” she asked, rather skeptically, her hands resting at her hips as she stared up at him.

“No, because it’s me…Rocky” he leaned in close to almost whisper into her ear as he dropped the Santa voice. It was worth it too, the look of shock and surprise as she suddenly went pale and stared wide eyed at him. At least for a moment, he could clearly see the gears working in the coyote’s mind as a grin began to spread across her muzzle.

“Free for dinner tonight?” Tina asked with a sly grin. “My place…bring the suit” she offered with a sultry growly sort of purr, before she exited the hut.

“Weather doesn’t call for snow, but it looks like someone is getting a couple of inches tonight” Faye noted as she entered after Tina had left. “Judging by that mess running down her inner thighs, I take it the mission was successful?” the short feline asked with a knowing grin.

“If not, it definitely will be tonight” Rocky replied with a broad grin. “Santa is going to empty his sack, one way or another.”

“Gross dude” Faye wrinkled her nose at the idea.