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Bob's Holiday Special

Christmas part 2

By BunnyBoy

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy.

Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounter between an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

It's cold and windy as the sleigh pulls in low over the snowdrifts. The muscular reindeer sweated and strained in their belled harnesses as they got closer and closer to home. It was a long nights work and by the looks of the team leaders growing erection it'll be a while before anyone gets some sleep too. The red sleigh lands softly, coming to rest next to a large candy stripped pole as the team up front plays grab ass over a job well done, a big old elk climbs out of the drivers seat. The old man looks around and pulls a lever in the pole causing the whole section to slowly lower into Santa's top-secret workshop.

The elk's eyes twinkle as he looks around, the place is still bustling with activity even though the day is done. The factory is closed down for vacation but mission control still has plenty of work to do, disseminate disinformation on any Santa sightings, keep track of the ever-evolving naughty and nice lists as well as shift the blame off the fat man for any of his "stress breaks" that might be remembered, parents or local clergy are usually a good target for this.

With the team dismissed for the night, the reindeer stamped off towards the showers followed by two grumbling worker elves.

"How on earth did we manage to get this duty two fucking years in a row?" mutters the turtle, one hand gripping the torn waistband of his pants desperately trying to keep them up. Though doesn't know why he bothers, every one knows what goes on. He'd seen the others arrive home and hobble to the showers not even bothering to pull the remnants of their uniforms from around their ankles but then he remembers the teasing and ridicule these elves suffer and he'd rather skip that part. He tries to stride towards the restroom with dignity but his well-pounded ass just hurts too much and an odd duck waddle is the best he manages.

"Just lucky I guess." Adds the mouse next to him, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Err..." He looks around sheepishly. "I know you're as sore as me so if you'd like some help applying the ointment, feel free to ask"

The turtle doesn't even look up "Yeah, alright, your on."

The elk takes a long stretch working the kinks out of his back. "Ho Ho Ho, that takes it out of a fella. I swear that sack gets heavier each year." The big man in the red suit doesn't even notice the giggling around him as the runway crew speculate on the real reasons for the old man's aches. The elk pulls the nearly empty sack from the sleighs cargo area and hands the squirming bundle to a passing elf. "Make sure that gets to my quarters I need a hot shower, a hot meal and a cold beer before scurrying off to the missus."

Billy Jenkins carefully probes at the sack he's in, most times he's tried it, he found the cloth bag cinched up tight and no way to get out but this time the little kitten finds the draw string loose and the boy carefully scurries forward. He whimpers looking around wondering just where the hell he is. The room is dimly lit with several candles scattered around and a big roaring fireplace. It's enough light to see by but it also causes deep shadows to dance around the edges of the room. The little black and white kitten realizes he's not alone when he spots someone sitting in a chair by the fire casually knitting. She's a big older polar bear in a red gown with white trim and a red hat. He can't believe it but he knows who she is, there is only one person that could be but it's impossible Billy doesn't believe in... "Misses Claus?" Squeaks the scared little voice.

There's a smile and teeth glint in the firelight. "Oh yes my boy that's me but Misses Claus sounds so formal, my name is Jessie but if that's too forward, you can call me Grammy." She sets down her knitting and pats her lap beckoning the boy to come over. She scoops the kitten up into her lap and offers him a nice freshly baked cookie.

Billy is scared and a little freaked out by all this but she's so harmless... this has to be a dream that's it, it's the only explanation. Christmas Eve and he's dreaming of Santa Claus, Sheesh what am I a baby? It's just so odd this dream is so real. He bites down on the cookie and it's delicious, wait that can't be right you don't really taste things in dreams do you? "Um Misses... I mean Ma'am why am I here?" He doesn't even remember how he got here. One second he was sleeping, then he woke up being knocked around in that smelly old bag.

The kindly old face looks down at him through thick glasses and smiles once more. "Well there is only one reason you'd be brought here little one. You've been telling people there is no Santa Claus and whenever my sweet little Nicky hears about that he just feels the need to scoop one of those naughty little boys and bring him back here so he can prove them wrong."

The kitten takes another bite of the chocolate chip cookie and a long drink of milk. It tastes kinda funny, the milk does, it's not bad but it doesn't taste like the milk at home. "So Santa is gonna show me around the workshop?" The boy almost squeals in excitement.

Jessie smiles down to the boy. It's always like this they go from non-believer to devotee in the drop of a hat. Deep down every child wants to believe even if they are told there is no Santa. "Oh yes you'll get a tour of the factory... but that won't come till next week." The boy almost drops his reindeer milk and cookies in shock. Again it's always the same reaction, the bear plucks the glass from the kittens loose little paw, it's not that the milk is hard to get, in fact the only reason the big breasted bitches are allowed in the stables is cause they supply the milk but the glass is precious. It's several hundred years old and was a gift, Jessie's seen to many nice things fumbled by a startled cub over the years to risk it. "Oh you thought you'd just visit the night and then we'd flit you off to home again? Sorry my boy it doesn't work that way. Christmas is getting bigger and bigger each year and the elves just can't keep up. So we need new elves, every year Santa picks out one or two bratty little boys and brings them here. Here you'll be trained and taught till your perfect. Soon you'll have forgotten all about the outside you'll be an elf just like all the others but for now we've got you and you can enjoy your last new nights of being a little boy right here with me and Santa."

That grin suddenly isn't so sweet and friendly, there is something hungry in that look and Billy realizes that he can feel something thick and hard pressing up through the old woman's gown, something nestled between his butt cheeks. "Trained?" whimpers the lost little boy. "Wait what do you mean, I'll be here for ever? I wanna go home!"

Miss Claus carefully sets the boy down on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. The polar bear stands up from the rocker and stretches out her limbs. She seems much taller then Billy thought she should be and now that she's standing up she doesn't seem nearly as chubby as she did before. In fact she doesn't look anything like the pictures of kindly Miss Santa he remembers. "You people forget what we are. What we started as." Big white paws start to unbutton the gown as she talks. "To you, we're all myths now anyway but all you remember is the bits you like. Bringing presents and elves making toys, you forget elves are a type of fairy and what are fairies famous for? Why stealing children of course." She's halfway done unbuttoning her robe and Billy is crawling away from the crazy lady. He's afraid to take his eyes off the big polar bear and his terror triples as she takes a step towards him, as she does, she steps into the light and he can see her face clearly now, all those lines and wrinkles he thought were there, had just been a trick of the shadow, this was no old lady at all. "It's all part of the pact, even if you people have forgotten it. We get one night a year for our man to go abroad, in exchange for our gifts, we get... you, the sacrifice to keep the pact going." The gown falls to the floor and little Billy Jenkins fears have come true. This is no old lady at all, before him stands a 6 foot tall polar bear with strong muscular arms and legs dressed in a red leather corset and red silk thong. The little boy's eyes lock on the man's huge throbbing erection jutting from the top of his sexy Santa panties, the man's black length of meat dribbling with anticipation.

Panicking the boy scrambles back the last few feet to the open door only to collide with a pair of black leather buckled boots. The elk wearing the boots doesn't even look down, his eyes fixated on the polar bear standing in the middle of the room. Almost absentmindedly he leans down lifting the kitten by the scruff of the neck. "Damn Jess Every time you do that it makes me hot. You know that right?" Santa is dressed just in his work pants, the big black belt undone and a major hard on pressing against the fabric. Billy whimpers softly as he's gathered up in to both paws and offered back to the randy polar bear. "This one is little Billy Jenkins. He made the list by telling people we don't exist but do you want to know what made me decide for sure he was going to be the one to come home with me this year?"

Jessie just grins, as he takes the cub from his husband's paws. He can't wait to hear the answer.

"This boy, tried to tell one of our favorite little good cubs there wasn't a Santa. He told Arcc we didn't exist." The elk snorts and glares down at the kitten.

The polar bear gasps, "No, not Arcc? But that boy has the best naughty stories." Now it's his turn to glare down at the kitten.

"Don't worry though my dear." Says Santa with a purr in his voice. "I arranged a little get together for him and our dear Mr. Bob."

"Ohhh that sounds like fun." The grin is back on the white furred muzzle. "I can't wait to see the film but first we have a little brat to punish and a new elf to train. Isn't it lucky we get to do that all at one time." There is a dull thud as Santa's pants hit the floor weighted down by that heavy leather belt and Jessie leads him back over to the fire and the rocking chair. "Can I have this one? You get to leave the house every year and I rarely get a chance at a cherry."

Santa just smiles and his 'Wife' almost squeals with joy. The big bear takes a seat in the chair, his throbbing black erection pointing straight up, the tip frothy with white pre as the shaft and balls strain against the red satin panties. The adults strip the cub out of his pj's with a practiced ease, the little boy whimpers trying to cover his nakedness as they force him to balance on the bears white lap. Ms. Claus grips the kitten by his scruff causing the boy to mew softly as he's pulled back. Santa's paws grip the kitten's hips just to support the boy's weight as Jessie uses her other paw to bend his erection forward working it between the lovely black and white butt cheeks.

Billy squeals as he feels that slab of meat pressing into his boycunt. He tries to scream but as he opens his mouth, Santa presses forward forcing the flat head of his deer dick into the boy's poor defenseless muzzle. Tears stream down the kitten's cheeks as he gurgles on Santa's special package. Billy wants to scream as it feels like he's being torn in two by the duel forces being exerted on his body, the polar bear's ebony shaft stretches his boy hole open wider then it was ever meant to, while Santa forces as much of his mottled pink and tan shaft down the boy's gullet as he can. The little kitten closes his eyes tight as he hears the two men moaning in pleasure while he just wishes this was a dream.

Jessie lets go of the kittens scruff, his big paws shifting down to those tiny little hips, pushing the boy down, stuffing every last inch of aching bear cock into the tight little stocking. He groans out loud, damn it's been a whole year since he'd fucked an ass this tight, well no maybe not a whole year, the Easter Bunny did swing by for that party and he'd brought some kits with him but still it's been way to long. He reaches out over the boy and grabs the panting elk, one paw getting a fist full of that white beard and pulling him down into a long lingering kiss. "Oh damn Nicky you certainly know how to pick them." He breathes as they finally come up for air.

Santa just winks at his love, "I do try, I do try." He manages between gasps the big man as his Yule log starts to spurt.

Billy can feel Santa's package pulse in his throat, he can feel something warm and sticky pushing deep into his gullet. The first two spurts go straight down his throat but Santa starts to pull back and the third spills out into the boy's mouth as the kitten gags on the thick white stuff the elk lets it slip all the way out spraying the kittens face with gobs of the thick man cream. The sticky ropes splatter across is muzzle and tear streaked cheeks it even gets in those sweet little ears.

Santa pulls back as his partner leans forward, slipping from the rocker onto his knees the big bear pushes the little kitten down into the rugs that cover the hardwood floor, the kitten gently cracks an eye and notices that the hand woven rugs are decorated in scenes of little green suited elves being repeatedly violated over and over again in just this same manner. He starts to moan softly, he knows why he hates this but his body seems to disagree somewhere.

Jessie grinds his cock into that sweet little bum, gods it's a sweet little boy cunt on this one. He smiles up at Santa, the elk still rigid and begging for attention. "Oh come over here Santa I know a chimney you can slide that monster down."

Santa grins, "Damn it honey, it's just you know how hot it is when you take them down like that. No matter how many times I see it, it's just to much." The elk slips around behind his lover tugging the panties down over that stubby little tail and angling his member up into that sweet polar hole in his little ice queen. The deer bleats softly as he pushes in deep which brings a moan from the bear as the big man fills him up in all the right places and on the bottom the kittens just sobs, his body a mess. Wracked with conflicting signals of pleasure and pain, none of which are helped when a big white paw reaches around and starts to stroke his startled little willy.

Jessie is pushing back and forth hard now, alternating between impaling Billy and impaling himself. It's to damn much, he roars as he climaxes his swollen sugar plums finally give up the ghost, churning out sweet stinging seed that's sears its way into every nook and cranny deep with in the boy's bowels. With one last grunt the white bear slumps forward a smile on his face as he cuddles the kitten he'd buggered so hard to his chest. Above them Santa pants his way through a few more thrusts as orgasm tightens up that sweet, sweet bear anus and his own balls churn out a few more volleys of holiday spirit.

All three lay there in a sweaty heap, Jessie idly licking the kitten's ear as he mutters. "Don't worry that's just the first time we've got all night yet."