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A Visit from Old Nick's Alleged Acquaintance

The winter solstice, Yule. One of the eight great feasts about the calendar. It was a feast of celebrating that the nights would only get shorter here on out, but it was also about preparing ones selves for the coldest months of winter yet to come. At least for those who just hop a plane to the other hemisphere for Midsummer instead.

It was a week of festivities starting with the solstice itself. That day was the solemn feast day, traditionally celebrated with a large meal, good conversation, and calm introspection with friends and family.

My aardwolf mate Aren was quite the traditionalist when it came to the holidays. He cooked a great feast for us and all the guests he invited, typically the acquaintances he'd met at work that year as well as a few old friends. He prided himself on prepping a variety of game birds and venison with sides of root vegetables and cabbages, and of course vegetarian alternatives for those of that lifestyle. He kept it to the sorts of winter foods one might rely on in the harshness of winter, were it not for the modern convenience of the mega-mart.

The night of Yule we play board games, drink mulled wine, and generally have a relaxing time by a roaring fire. Aren tries every year to roast chestnuts, to varying degrees of success.

Then comes the celebration of Old Nick's day. First the eve, then the feast day itself. Old Nick, the patron of the winter solstice. On his eve he travels the world delivering gifts of trinkets and baubles to the good boys, girls, and otherwise identifying children of the world; both young and old.

Some saw it as a night of quiet in its own right, to go to bed early for the old gift bringer wouldn't think them naughty and skip their house. Others had a feast night in its own right, a night of raucous song and dance. And for others, particularly adults who had no children, or could at least pawn them off on grandfolks for the eve, it became a holiday of sexual delights.

My mate Aren and his crew were amongst those.

Currently my aardwolf sat on our big armchair as the mouse twins knelt between his legs licking his cock. The wolf Katya pegged the rabbit Joan on the hearth. The cheetah Sevry and the red panda Weaver had a jerking off contest on the sofa. Whether the contest was to who could last the longest or who could cum the fastest I was uncertain, but they were helped or hindered by Karrie and Cole, a lioness and black leopard respectively, making out on the rug.

I personally wasn't much one for sex or even the yule festivities in general. Lugnasadh had been my family's major get together. So I was happy to be the one playing cook for the evening. I got to experiment at cooking hors d'oeurves from the leftovers of the previous days feast. I made puff pastry wrapped about the leftover meat, tiny quiches with the veggies, and when all else failed goat cheese and figs were classic winter ingredients that were always a hit pairing.

All that said, my skunk self wore only an apron that instructed onlookers to "kiss the cook." I had added my own preface of "Ask before you" in marker last year. Aren, though, had at some point appended " 's ass." to the end. I'd had to politely decline several offers this eve.

I pulled my latest batch of cheese and sausage puffs out of oven, and turned to place them on the island. Tara stood on the other side, clearly having taken advantage of my turned and bent over self. "You're naughty and not going to get any presents," I sneered.

"I've gotten a fair few already tonight," she grabbed up a snack from the pan. "And I'll take another right here." She popped it in her mouth, then fanned her mouth because it was obviously hot.

I couldn't help but giggle. "Are you okay?" I said through my mirth.

"Okay that was dumb she admitted." She slipped around the island to show off her nude form more. She hoisted her busty chest. Busty for a fennec anyway.

"Are you sure you don't want to join in on the festivities? I know you're not completely disinterested."

I'd shared a good bit of mating with her and Aren this past year. That had been one of my more fond sexual experiences.

"I mean, I think everyone's good on snacks for the moment. So if you wanted to take a bit of break to have a bit of fun with a fennec."

Sex, while often not my thing, could still be good fun with the right company. And the fennec was very good company for that indeed. I rubbed at the front of my apron, coaxing my member harder. She licked her lips in the show, and the imminent success of her endeavor.

"I think I could do with a bit of a break," I said. Though I doubted what was to come could truly qualify as a break.

"Yay. Now if you're so inclined, I've wanted that cock of yours up my ass since we first met."

"Well, if that's where your interests lie I won't be one to decline such an offer."

And I was soon out on the floor over the top of her yiffing her arse as she squealed in delight. And the rest of the room cheering me on. It was goofy and fun, and all too short as I have nothing in the way of stamina.

After creaming her rear I collapsed into the recliner. But Simone the mouse was quick to climb atop me and prove I had more left in me than I thought. A few of the crew got to have their way with me. And at some point I was up on my knees, tail raised, letting anyone who so willed take the apron's instruction.

Not long after that we were all collapsing pretty hard. It was likely rather early compared to some people's nights, but none of us were as young as we once were. Even the mice who generally showboated their stamina struggled to keep their eyes open as they found their way to the guestroom where we'd set up air mattresses.

Aren and I headed to our bedroom once everyone else was comfortably resting. I dressed into pajamas, being more comfortable in the bed clothing than the nude. Aren giggled but called me cute and goosed my pajama covered butt. I settled in next to him, and soon was on the verge of sleep.

That was interrupted by a thud. I woke with a start, and Aren had heard it, too. "What was that?"

"Uh, the wind?" he asked. There was scraping and pawing at the roof, and also I'm pretty sure swearing. I checked the window, but couldn't see up.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking?" Aren asked.

"It can't be."

A moment later there was a loud thud and "fuck" from the den.

We ran out. The rest of our guests were awake and already in the room. A tiger in a green robe pulled himself up from the floor in front of the fireplace, dusting soot off of himself.

"Isn't that a fake infrared fireplace?" I asked Aren.

"Yes," he said cautiously.

"Don't think too much about it, trust me." the tiger said. "Sorry for the commotion, you're the first house of the eve. Takes a bit for me to get back into the whole stealth aspect of this job. Only do this twice a year. Anyway, let's see what we've got here."

"Should someone call the cops?" someone asked.

"Yes, yes, let's get all the breaking-and-entering jokes out of the way." the tiger fished through his large green sack. He pulled a box from within. "Who wanted the deluxe mystic power staff vibrator?"

"Ooh, me me me!" Tara clapped. The tiger handed her the box.

"You are not how I pictured Old Nick," Katya commented.

"Three foot strand of anal beads?" he asked. Simone the mouse raised her paw. He tossed them her way. She giggled.

"Okay," he said. "Some of you may be out of the loop, this has only been a thing for a couple of years now. Old Nick's trying to boost belief and all that in the holiday by providing to more niche sorts of toys, but also wants to keep his image clean and kid-friendly. Hence me. I'm here to deliver to all of those on the nice side of naughty, or the naughty side of nice. Marketing's still working on that one. Sour Kitty dakimakura, extra busty?"

Cole claimed his prize.

"Should I have made milk and cookies?" Aren asked.

"I'm more of a gin and tonic type. If you could whip up one of those and maybe toss in a few of those mini-quiches for the road?"

Aren headed toward the bar. I shook my head. "What, you can't be serious. This isn't happening. This can't,"

"Let's see, we've got the board game Conundrum, ultra rare deluxe edition. The game of who did whom in. Who wanted that?"

No one spoke up. They all turned to me. "I mean, I've wanted that for years."

"Here you go, then."

He pushed it into my paws. "But why haven't I gotten it sooner?"

"Another question best not asked. These things just work themselves out."

I shook my head again desperate to inject logic into the situation."Sorry, but isn't your whole thing lewd gifts?"

"This whole thing is also about saving the big guy a few stops. But since you asked and since there was the whole delay in getting you that," he put another box on top. Conundrum after dark edition. Same tagline but without the word 'in'.

"Here you go, sir" Aren handed the tiger the cocktail.

"Mmm, you know how to make them. Anyway, here's your extra durable anal sleeve masturbator. We know you do go through them. And, uh, here have an extra dildo for the cocktail."

"Thanks!" Aren said with glee.

"Was that meant for someone else?" Sevry asked.

"What am I going to say?" tiger asked with a wink.

"These things work themselves out?"

"Bingo." He sipped his gin. "Speaking of, who wanted lewd bingo?" Karrie held out her hands.

"Blow up deer gal?" He asked. Joan sheepishly took the package. "New whip and cuffs?" Deva took her presents with giddy glee. "Be sure to use those in a safe manner, if you want to see me again. Or even if you don't."

"Don't need to tell me," Deva beamed.

He winked at her, "I know. I've seen your name on the list. Anyway, autolicker masturbator?" Katya took. "Oh, and we have a small bonus for you. A properly flanged butt plug. No more embarrassing trips to the E.R.? Eh?"

She flushed red through her fur. "That's private health information."

"Gotta read the fine print on those release forms more carefully." He chuckled as he handed a stack of porn magazines to Weaver. "Now, anyone I'm missing?"

We all looked to Sevry. "I doubt there's anything in that sack for me." His wife was trapped in a snowstorm in far away Ashmoor. She'd already missed the Yule celebration. She wasn't one for the yiffy stuff either, and generally joined me in the kitchen.

"From me? Well, yes. But unfortunately I don't think they're what you want at the moment." He handed over a handful of crumpled up colored papers. "Sorry they're not better organized. Coupons to various erotic institutions about town."

"Oh, thanks." He said.

The tiger sighed. "But, that being said, the regular big guy might have pulled a few strings with his weather elves for air traffic support this year." The doorbell rang.

Sevry nearly beat light to the door. He flung it open and Zoey leapt into his arms from the doorway. It was a sight, one extremely bundled up cheetah embracing another naked one. "You won't believe the night I've had," she said.

"Oh, I think we've got you beat," Katya announced.

"Well, I've got to be going," Tiger announced. "This smut isn't going to deliver itself. We've tried."

"Ooh, do you have a sleigh pulled by reindeer?" Tara asked.

"Sparkledogs," he commented.

"Can I pet them? I'll suck your cock!" Tara asked eagerly.

He sighed. "Well, on the one hand I have to visit every horny household in this hemisphere, and have the sleigh back by three. On the other, there's the weird time dilation bullshit that makes that possible, so I'm going to go with yes."

"Yay," the fennec clapped.

**

After those festivities he climbed into his sleigh. We waved goodbye as he picked up his reins. "Well, you won't get this sendoff for numerous lore related reasons, but I need to say it anyway," he snapped his reigns and the dogs pulled his sleigh up high into the air.

"Murry yiffmas to you all, and to all a good night." We watched him fly up to the full moon, glancing at each other to see if anyone knew the meaning of that. Then we saw his sleigh come back down and land on the Sharma's roof a few houses over. He dragged in what appeared to be a large plush elephant.

We stepped away from the window.

"Well, I'm not going to be able to sleep after that." Aren said.

"Anyone want to be on the other end of these?" Simone dangled her beads.

"And would anyone want to play a mystery board game?" I asked.

"You're on." Tara said.