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Santa Doesn't Mind Naughty Adults

By: Ash Cinder

"I'm gonna stay up all night so I can see him!" My little cousin, Cody said.

"Uh huh, sure you are," I said skeptically as I took him upstairs to the guest room he was staying in.

"I totally will!"

"If you manage to stay up past midnight, let alone all night, I'll be very impressed."

It was Christmas Eve and we'd just finished our family's annual Christmas get-together. My cousin was staying with us this year. I thought it'd be a total drag, but he's a sweet pup, just very energetic.

My parents had already gone to bed and told me not to let Cody stay up past midnight and it was already 11:25. Despite his continued excitement and jumping around, I could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He crawled into bed and I pulled the covers over him.

"Have you ever seen Santa, Ash?" He asked me.

"Well, I tried when I was just a little younger than you... but then I fell asleep," I said, pulling the covers over him, "which is what you should be doing."

He made a pouty face.

"Santa doesn't stop by your house if he knows you're awake anyway," I pointed out.

"How come?"

"Cause if he spends too long at one particular house it'll throw off his schedule, then he might not get to give presents to all the good little pups and cubs." I said, booping him on the nose.

He giggled.

"You have been a good pup this year? Right?" I asked.

"Mmhm!" He said, nodding his head.

"Then keep it up, and go to sleep." I said, standing up from the bed.

As I started walking to the door, I warned him,

"And I'd better not catch you sneaking out of--"

I turned around to see that he'd passed out before I even made it to the door.

I smiled and checked my watch; 11:45.

"Told you, you wouldn't stay up past midnight. Sleep tight, Cody."

I turned the light off and closed the door slowly. I walked back downstairs, deciding to stay up a little later. I sat down in the living room rocking chair and flipped through the TV channels, seeing if there were any good Christmas movies on. There was that channel that played A Christmas Story on repeat, but I'd already watched that earlier today. Home Alone was on another channel, but it looked like it was already 2/3 of the way through. Then I stumbled on The Polar Express, looked like it was only a few minutes in.

"I don't care what anyone says," I said to myself, "this is still a fun Christmas movie despite the creepy animation."

I giggled and started checking social media to see if anyone else was still up.

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I'm not sure when, but at some point in the night I'd dozed off, wasn't hard to do so while sitting in my parents' rocking chair. My eyes fluttered open and I looked at my watch. It was 3:07. Ugh, I hated when I fell asleep in a place that wasn't my bed. It was dark in the living room, funny, I didn't remember turning off the light. Well, at least the tree was still on.

Then I noticed something by the tree. It looked like a very large figure hunched over.

"Wh-What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Dad is that you?"

I saw the figure tense up and then stand upright. Dang this guy was really tall.

I quickly jumped up from the chair and my paw found the light switch.

"Who the hell--"

I switched on the light to see a large polar bear in a red suit and hat, and a lot of facial fur looking at me with a slightly surprised expression.

I let out a slightly nervous laugh.

"That's a pretty good costume dad," I said, walking over.

"Let's see..." I heard him say in a deep voice. "Ah yes, Ashes Cinder. You've gotten so big since I last delivered presents to you."

That had to be dad, no one but him and mom ever used my full first name.

"Or is that Uncle Dalton? You doing this to surprise Cody? Should I go wake him up?" I asked with a chuckle, walking up to him.

"I know you might be a bit old to believe my boy, but I'm the real deal," he said, patting his belly.

"Uh huh, sure," I said sarcastically. "Alright Dalton, I'll play along, if you're really Santa, then what did I ask for at the top of my list, Christmas of 2002?"

"Let's see," he pondered, "2002, you were seven years old, if I'm not mistaken. That year you wanted a playset of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter movies."

My ears shot up in surprise. That had to be dad then, Dalton wouldn't have known that!

"Then... What'd I want most for Christmas, when I was 12?"

"You wanted... a PlayStation 2... but I couldn't give it to you that year," he said, in a bit of a sad tone.

"That... that's right... Was it because I got in that fight my first week of middle school?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Oh, come on, he hit me first!" I protested.

"Satisfied?" He asked, flicking the cotton ball at the end of his hat.

"Almost... one last question."

This next one was something not even my parents would know for sure.

"When... when did I stop believing in you?" I asked.

"You were 15," he said with a nod, "I must say that's a lot longer than most children."

My eyes widened... I'd never told anyone that. Not even my boyfriend.

"H-Holy shit..." I stammered.

"Language," he jokingly scolded, wagging a finger.

"Oh my god!" I said, as loud as I could without yelling.

I quickly hugged him, feeling his belly wiggle as he laughed deeply.

"It's good to see you, Ash," he said sincerely. "you've gotten so tall since the last time I delivered presents to you."

"I haven't caught up with my dad yet," I said with a giggle. "Or you for that matter!"

"You always were a very good pup growing up," He said, rubbing the top of my head, "and I don't say that to just anyone."

"I was?"

"You sure were," he said with a smile, taking a cookie off the coffee table. "You occasionally made some mistakes, as all children do, such as the fight you mentioned, but I never once had to give you coal during all my years of delivering gifts to you."

"Oh man, speaking of which, I hope this isn't making you late or anything?" I asked, remembering what I told Cody a few hours earlier.

"Don't you worry about that," he said, taking another cookie and taking a seat on the couch. "How do you think I get to every house in one night? Time works a bit differently when I'm around..." He said, tapping his wrist.

I took the hint and checked my watch again. It was still 3:07!

"Cool!"

I looked at the coffee table and noticed something was missing.

"Oops, looks like we forgot the milk, how about I get you some?" I asked.

"What's cookies without milk?"

I walked into the kitchen and started pouring a glass. I still couldn't believe this, I really hoped this wasn't just a dream, or some really weird hidden camera prank show. I looked back at the bear sitting on my couch, he looked just like the stories described him, though a lot of stories never decided on his species, but it made sense that he'd be a polar bear. I had to say, he was a pretty attractive one too. He had the build of a dad, and really made all that extra fur on his face work.

Good god, I thought to myself, am I seriously thinking horny thoughts about Santa Claus?! Damn it Ash, have some respect for a childhood icon!

As I brought the glass of milk into the living room, I suddenly had another thought.

Oh jeez! Isn't Santa supposed to know what you're thinking?! I really hope he didn't hear that.

I handed him the milk and watched him drink it.

Don't be silly Ash, I thought to myself, he probably can't hear me anymore since I'm an adult. That's how it works, right?

I took a seat on the couch next to him.

"You like the cookies?" I asked.

"Very much so," he said cheerfully.

"That's good, I helped mom make them."

"Well, you two did a delicious job."

I marveled at the large ice bear sitting on my couch. Sitting next to him made me feel like a kid again, based on the size difference between us alone! I thought about what it'd be like sitting on his lap, straddling the bulge he was probably packing under that red suit. How'd he not get hot in that outfit?

"Feel like taking a seat for old times sake?" He asked, patting his lap.

Oh god! Could he hear what I was thinking?!

"Uh... aren't I a little old for that?" I asked awkwardly.

"Oh relax, how many people can say they've sat on the real Santa's lap?"

He had a point.

"Well, I guess it's okay since you're offering."

I giggled nervously and took a seat over his knee. He put his left paw on my shoulder and I leaned against his chest. He was so warm, so fatherly and inviting. As much as I enjoyed this, I did feel a knot forming in my stomach, mostly because I could feel the knot between my legs starting to slip out of its sheath!

Just don't shuffle uncomfortably, I thought to myself.

"So Ash, you got someone special in your life?"

"Uh, yeah, I've got a boyfriend..."

"That's good, is he here spending Christmas with you?"

"Uh, no, he went to spend it with his family out of state. He hasn't seen them for a while."

"Well, don't worry, I won't tell him you're fantasizing about me," he said in a playfully suggestive tone.

"Wait, what?!" I asked looking up at him, feeling my face start to turn red.

He looked down at me with a warm, yet amused expression.

"B-B-But I thought you could only hear what children were thinking?"

"As long as someone believes in me, I can. It doesn't matter if they're young or old."

I felt my face burning up, that meant he heard all the naughty things I'd been thinking the past few minutes!

"Oh, don't be so bashful son, we're both grownups here, aren't we?" He asked, finishing up another cookie.

"I-I guess... You're not gonna put me on the naughty list for thinking that, are you?" I joked.

"Of course not, like I said, you were such a good pup when you were little. So good that... well, maybe you've earned a special present now that you're grown up." He suggested.

My pointy ears perked up and I looked back up at him. Santa was looking down at me with a rather sly expression.

"Uh, w-what kind of 'special present'?" I asked, though I think I knew the answer.

"Maybe a bit of personal time with your childhood idol?" He asked, his grip on my shoulder tightening slightly. "Besides, I could use a quick break before I head back up the chimney."

"Um, what about your wife? Won't she be mad?"

"Mrs. C doesn't mind, we're both a bit adventurous, if you catch my drift?"

I felt his gloved paw slip off my shoulder and slowly slide down my back.

"Most people don't know Santa Claus is pansexual," he said with a chuckle.

I blushed and he leaned down so that his face was closer to me.

"Now let me ask the same question; your boyfriend won't get mad if you tell him that you fooled around with Santa, will he?" He whispered.

"Are you kidding?" I said with a laugh. "He'd mainly want to know all the details!"

Santa laughed deeply, his belly bouncing up and down a bit.

"But no, he wouldn't be mad, we're in an open relationship," I clarified.

"Good, so I won't feel guilty for doing this," he said, just before pressing his large muzzle against mine.

My fur stood on end as the older bear kissed me. He held me firmly and I rested my paws on his broad chest. His thick beard tickled me as we held the kiss. His lips tasted like peppermint, but not too overpowering as he pushed his tongue past my teeth and explored my mouth.

I moaned, feeling him wrapping his strong arms around me in a warm embrace. I moved my hips as I felt a noticeable bulge form underneath me. I began to grind my ass against it, eliciting a deep growl from the old ice bear. He ended the kiss and stroked the side of my face. I now noticed he'd removed his gloves at some point during the kiss.

"How about we get a little more comfortable?" He asked. "Know any dances, boy?"

"Hehe, I've dabbled," I said humbly, climbing off his lap.

He undid the buttons on his red coat, opening it to reveal his broad white and grey chest and belly. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants as I ogled at his excess chest and belly fur.

I began to do my best attempt at a strip dance, moving my hips around and slipping off my sweater, letting it fall to the floor. Santa nodded approvingly as I raised my arms up to show off my shirtless body.

"Mmm, I haven't had fun with a good twink for quite some time..." He growled.

I moved my body more sensually and began to undo my jeans, teasing what I was hiding beneath them. Santa rubbed the noticeable bulge forming in his red pants, clearly enjoying the show I was putting on. I grinned and let my jeans fall to my ankles, now only standing in my tight underwear and Daredevil cap.

I strutted up to Santa and began to wiggle my ass in front of his crotch. I felt him grope my right cheek, and laugh deeply.

"Definitely not a bad dancer," he complimented.

I turned around and gave him a closer view of my front. He placed his paws on my hips, moving them up and down my slender body as I shook my them. One of his paws drifted to my bulge, giving it a squeeze, making me jump a bit and giggle.

"Very nice," he sighed happily. "You're not cheating by stuffing those briefs, are you?"

He gave me a skeptical look.

"Why don't you take them off, and find out?"

He carefully grabbed my waistband with two large fingers and pulled it back, making my cock spring forward. Santa raised his eyebrows in surprise, pulling my underwear down, and examining my cock with his other paw.

"Impressive, especially for someone so submissive," he said, winking at me.

"So I've been told." I said with a giggle. "Now how about you show me yours?"

He opened his legs a bit more.

"Don't be a stranger," he said, taking a drink of milk.

I got on my knees and began to unzip his red pants like it was his Christmas present for me. My paws trembled with excitement, I still couldn't believe this was really happening, part of me still thought this might be a dream induced by too much eggnog, but if it was, I was gonna make sure I saw the end of it!

I pulled open his pants to reveal some green undies, with candy canes on them that were about as tight as my underwear had been, though Santa's bulge was unsurprisingly bigger than mine. I pushed by nose against it and nuzzled it. Santa chuckled and pet the top of my head. I sniffed his balls and was pleasantly surprised by the scent. Santa's musk smelled like gingerbread, did that mean his cock would taste like cookies?

"Good boy," Santa moaned deeply, "Saint Nick's got a nice treat for you, why don't you unwrap it?"

My tail wagged excitedly. I couldn't wait any longer, I quickly pulled down his underwear and--SMACK! I gasped and held the side of my face. Santa's cock had been straining so much against his underwear that the instant I pulled it back, the huge black shaft smacked me in the face.

"Whoa there!" Santa exclaimed, grabbing it with one paw. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, just wasn't expecting that."

"Sorry, if I knew that was gonna happen I would have told you to back up a bit."

I recovered from the dick slap pretty quick, once I really got a good look at Santa's present I'd just unwrapped. How had Santa been containing that monster beneath those briefs?! Probably the same way he could contain all the world's presents in one bag. I just stared at it, mouth agape. It looked more than 9 inches in length and over 2 inches thick! His balls looked to be the size of two potatoes, and their fluffy white fur really made the coal-blackness of his shaft stand out.

"Someone looks like he likes what he sees," Santa said with a sly, toothy grin.

I nodded and leaned in closer, reaching out and feeling his white sack of presents. They were very soft and silky from his snow-white fur. I reached up with my other paw and felt up his thick shaft. It was all mine right now! God, I was gonna treasure every second of my time pleasing him!

I pushed my muzzle against his sack, nuzzling them and breathing in deeply. They still smelled of gingerbread. I heard Santa giggle a bit as I sniffed and licked them.

"Such an interesting musk," I pointed out.

"I'm full of surprises, aren't I?" He chuckled, patting his belly.

I giggled and moved up to his cock. I gripped it with both paws and gave it some licks. It was so warm, and tasted amazing!

"Never sucked a cock that tasted like baked goods," I said, looking up at him.

"If you like that, you'll love its cream filling."

That made me insanely curious and I wrapped my muzzle around it, taking in as much of it as I could. I opened my eyes questioningly, it wasn't as hard to deepthroat this as I was expecting. In fact, I was already taking almost the entire thing. I pulled my mouth off it and looked back up at the jolly old bear questioningly.

"Damn, I didn't think I could fit all that in there," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Ever wonder how a big bear like me can fit down chimneys?"

"This works the same way?"

"I can make it fit any hole," he growled with a smirk.

I looked back down at his member and quickly wrapped my mouth back around it, holding onto it with both paws and pushing myself all the way down on it.

"That's right, don't be shy," Santa moaned.

He placed his large paw on the back of my head and guided it up and down his long, black shaft. I moaned, savoring the sweet taste of it, like warm cookies right out of the oven. It was making me salivate even more than when I usually did sucking dick. At least there was no chance it wouldn't be lubed up.

"That's it, good boy," He panted.

I was starting to lose control, as Santa's grip got more firm, and he started pushing me up and down at his own pace. I began to just let my body relax and let him use me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I enjoyed both the taste of his member and how forceful he was beginning to get. I couldn't wait to taste his load that I was sure he was close to releasing.

"Almost there," he moaned, "get ready for a nice load down your chimney," he growled slyly.

"Mmhm!" I moaned, reaching down and jerking my own cock.

He pushed me up and down faster and faster, until he let out a low growl and held my head down. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the old bear's hot, thick cum coat the inside of my muzzle and throat. I focused on the flavor... it tasted like hot chocolate! I felt my body get all warmed up as I swallowed it all. It was delicious, so chocolatey and refreshing! I rubbed my belly satisfyingly, making the polar bear chuckle before removing his paw.

I pulled myself off his member, making sure I licked it clean before turning my attention back to him.

"Well, that was certainly a satisfactory blowjob," he sighed contently.

"You were right, it did taste amazing."

"But, I'm sure there's something more you want," he growled lustfully, making my fur stand on end.

"Uh huh..." I said with a nod.

"Do you want to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what it is?" He asked, holding his cock and moving it enticingly.

I climbed up, straddling him, letting his cock hotdog between my ass cheeks. I ran my fingers through his thick, white beard and chest fur, my heart raced as I looked into his eyes.

"Now, what do you want for Christmas, my young coywolf?" He asked, running one of his paws down my back.

"I-I-I want Santa to breed me tonight..." I stammered.

"Mmm, that's quite an ask," he continued to play along, "have you been naughty... or nice this year?" His paw rested on my ass. "And be honest, now."

"I-I've been a very naughty boy," I said, giving him a slutty look.

"Hm," he pondered, "well," he continued, giving my ass a firm slap, making me moan, "in that case, I think a good breeding is just what you need."

He lifted me up so that the tip of his cock was now teasing my hole. I looked down at his massive shaft and gave him a bit of a worried look. He just smiled back at me.

"Remember, I can make it fit," he reminded.

I took a deep breath and relaxed as he lowered me down, I let out a relaxing sigh as I felt it slide inside me. I could feel it deep inside my tight end, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it felt just right.

"Aaahhh..." Santa sighed, "nice and tight."

I panted like I was in heat and began to ride him. I leaned in and kissed him while bounced myself up and down on his cock. He held me by my hips helping me along on his slick black member. He growled into my muzzle and dueled with my tongue. I giggled at how his beard felt against my face.

I kept a steady rhythm while I rode him, wanting this to last as long as it could. I rubbed his chest and belly with my paws, enjoying the softness of his white fur. While I felt his sexy dad bod up I stumbled upon his nipples. Did I dare?

I gave them both some gentle squeezes, making the old ursine moan. He seemed to like it, so I squeezed harder. He let out a lustful growl and gripped my hips tightly. I gasped, feeling him start to thrust upwards into me with more force. Damn, he really liked me putting the squeeze on his nips.

He broke the kiss and I let out high pitch whines and moans of pleasure. He quickly reached over and grabbed his underwear laying on the couch and crammed them in my mouth to silence me.

"Not too loud!" He warned.

I nodded and moaned as he ground his cock against my prostate.

"You really are a naughty boy," he said with a smirk.

My body trembled from the deep sultry nature of his voice. My own cock bounced up and down, tingling from the pounding Santa was giving my prostate. Santa reached down and held it in his fingertips.

"Make sure to save Santa a little treat before he has to leave," he said with a laugh.

"Mmhm..." I moaned weakly through the fabric in my muzzle.

"That means you gotta be a good boy," he warned in a playful tone, slowing down his thrusts and wagging his finger.

I nodded my head.

"Think you can make sure not to cum until Santa tells you to?" He asked, giving me a devious smirk.

I gulped nervously. Orgasm denial, damn he was really going through all of my fetishes. If he could have somehow found a way to play out my fantasy of being eaten I would have been very impressed. It would be hard, but I wanted to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I slowly nodded at him.

He smiled and patted my head.

"That's a good boy," he said cheerfully.

He put his paws back on my hips.

"Now, where were we?"

He began thrusting into me at the rate he'd left off on, pushing his long cock deep inside me. I gasped, looking down and seeing it jutting out of my belly slightly. I really hoped Santa would make my belly swell up good.

"Gotta say, my cock looks pretty good poking through your belly."

I let out a series of whines, the deep thrusting definitely wasn't making it any easier to fight back my building orgasm. I reached forward and rubbed his chest fur, trying to focus on something else. My back tensed up as I felt Santa start to go balls deep inside me. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and my vision started to go cross-eyed. My whines and whimpers got more and more desperate sounding, as I attempted to hold in my orgasm while keeping quiet at the same time.

Santa let out a deep "ho, ho, ho." I'd wondered when he'd do that tonight.

"Such a good pup," he growled, "your whimpering is music to my ears."

I began to zone out as Santa held my hips more firmly while he thrust fast and hard. I was focusing on so many things at once, holding back my building orgasm, keeping quiet so my family wouldn't hear me getting fucked by Santa Claus, and of course, old Saint Nick himself. I was trembling so much I probably felt like literal sex toy to the big old bear. He breathed harder, his peppermint scented breath hitting my face.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he panted.

He removed his paws from my hips in exchange for wrapping his strong arms around me and pounding away at my tailhole with his big black cock. I could hear the wet sloppy noises it was making as he drilled into me.

"Oh Ash, get ready."

I couldn't speak, I only let out a tired groan as my body rubbed against his chest. He turned my head to face him and pushed his muzzle against mine. I put up no resistance as his tongue invaded my mouth. The old ice bear moaned and growled lustfully while be prepared to finish his ravaging of my tailhole.

With just a few more thrusts he slammed his cock inside me and lovingly moaned into my mouth as he erupted inside me, filling my belly with his thick, warm seed. He pulled his mouth away from mine and just held me against his soft chest and belly while he unloaded inside me. I closed my eyes and relaxed against his comfortable belly, weakly rubbing it with my paws. He breathed slowly and deeply, making me rise and fall with his belly. I seriously could have just fallen back asleep on Santa's belly right then and there, it was so comfortable.

He gently stroked the fur of my back, kissing the top of my head while his cock continued to pump more of his Christmas cheer into me, making me feel so warm inside. I rubbed the side of my face against his bushy beard.

"Did you enjoy your present, son?" He whispered.

I pushed his underwear out of my mouth.

"Y-Yes Santa..." I panted.

"Good."

I felt him reach between our bodies and inspect my cock with his paw.

"Hm, very good, feels like a bit of precum leaked out, but you held it in."

"You did say you wanted a treat from me before you left," I pointed out with a giggle.

"That I did, I think it's almost time for you to give Santa his Christmas gift."

"Sounds only fair," I agreed.

He slowly pulled me off his cock and I took a second to take a quick breather on his lap and looked at my now sizable belly.

"Now you've got a belly like old Saint Nick,"

I patted it.

"Ho, ho, ho!" I imitated.

I jumped off his lap and took a seat next to him on the couch. He took his damp underwear and slipped them on, reconcealing his cock, then turned to me.

"Now, Santa's got room for one more holiday treat," he said, licking his lips as he looked down at my crotch.

I blushed and laid back on the couch, grabbing my hard on with my thumb and index finger and wiggling it.

"Then come and get it big man."

He growled in response and crouched down to my level. He placed one of his paws on my full belly, rubbing it as he marveled at my knotted member. The bear dragged his tongue across it making me giggle. It was interesting seeing such an older man fellating me. Usually it was the other way around.

He grabbed it with his other paw, giving my knot a slight squeeze before wrapping his muzzle around it. I moaned at the warmth of his maw around my member, I blushed and panted, gripping the couch tightly.

The bearded polar bear moaned back at me as he began to move my cock in and out of his muzzle. My orgasm may have died down after he was through breeding my ass, but it would come back in no time if he kept working his muzzle the way he was. He fondled my balls, eager to sample their contents!

I panted and rubbed my nipples as I continued to look down at the jolly old bear greedily deepthroating my cock like it was a Christmas cookie. His full beard felt nice against my naked body, so soft and lush.

I could feel my orgasm slowly building again and my body began to melt into the couch. Santa slid my cock out of his mouth and looked over at me while continuing to jerk my member.

"Exquisite," he complimented.

"Th-Thanks!" I moaned.

"Hope I'm not too rusty, it's been a while since I've given oral."

"You're doing amazing," I reassured him.

"Wonderful, then I'll get back to it,"

He wasted no more time in engulfing my cock back in his muzzle. My eyes rolled back in my head I breathed heavily. He started moving his head up and down at a faster pace, giving my knot an occasional squeeze with his paw. He moaned deeply as he slurped the precum leaking from it.

"Oh, Santa..." I whimpered.

He laughed deeply and squeezed my cock with his muzzle. I pinched my own nipple and vibrated with excitement. I wasn't going to last much longer. Santa knew this as well, beginning to suck my off harder, gripping my leg with one paw and my belly with the other while he bobbed his head up and down rapidly. I moaned and panted, feeling my cock start to tingle.

"Get ready for your treat, Santa..." I panted.

He continued to greedily gobble up my cock and I felt my balls begin to recede. I put my paw over my muzzle to muffle the moan I started to let out, feeling my cock begin to pulse and Santa pushing himself down on it, finally receiving the Christmas treat he'd been waiting for. I sunk into the couch while he swallowed all of my load, letting out deep, satisfied moans, letting me know how much he was enjoying it.

He removed my cock from his muzzle, letting his tongue linger to make sure I was licked clean.

"W-Wow Santa!" I gasped.

"Looks like someone enjoyed his Christmas present."

"Uh huh..." I panted.

He pulled himself up and looked down at me with a warm smile.

"But I'd say it's about time for me to get back on the road, but I'll give you one more thing..."

He knelt down onto the couch, pressing his large body against mine and giving me one last kiss. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling him slip his paw behind me to caress my back. I let him slip his tongue in my mouth, tasting some of my leftover cum still on it, and enjoying the way his beard felt on my chest.

Before too long he broke the kiss, and gave me another warm and loving look.

"Merry Christmas, Ash."

His voice was so smooth and silky as he said that.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," I replied back.

"You look ready to go back to sleep after all that fun,"

I nodded, feeling exhausted.

"But first," he said, snapping his fingers.

"Huh?"

I looked down and saw that my clothes were back on, though a bit tight now due to my swollen belly. He also took the time to reach into his bag and pull out a new blanket, draping it over me.

"Did you put all of Cody's presents under the tree?" I asked through half-open eyes. "He's been real good this year."

He gave me an amused chuckle.

"Sure did, don't you worry."

"Thanks," I sighed, beginning to drift off.

"You be a good boy now, and who knows? Maybe I'll visit you again next year..."

"R-Really?" I started to say, but then drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to a very hyper, 8-year-old coyote pup jumping up and down giggling.

"Ash, wake up! Santa came! He came!"

"Alright, alright," I said, sitting up and yawning. "Are mom and dad up yet?"

"We are," I heard my mom yawn as she and dad dragged themselves downstairs.

"Don't worry, I'm already making coffee," I heard Uncle Dalton call from the kitchen.

"Damn Ash, you get hungry last night?" Dad asked pointing to my stomach.

My eyes shot open all the way and I looked down to see my belly was still there, a bit less swollen than a few hours ago, but still noticeable.

"It was real?" I whispered giddily to myself.

"Hm?" Dad asked.

"Uh... yeah, I might have had a few leftover Christmas cookies as a midnight snack," I lied.

"Well, I hope you saved some for the rest of us," Dad scolded.

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