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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.

It's the season and I am feeling a little silly, so here's a random story idea that popped into my mind this morning. Enjoy :3

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Snow covered the outside world beyond the windows making it look clean and pure, like an image straight off of a Christmas postcard. It was that time of year again, all the houses through the neighbourhood had their lights and decorations up, chasing away the darkness with twinkling colours. Even though they didn't have kids, Stanley and his wife Vivian still went all out with their own Christmas lights and a tall Christmas tree that was just shy of touching the ceiling in their living room. Vivian loved Christmas and everything about it, it was her favourite time of the year, so how could Stanley ever deny his beautiful arctic vixen what ever her heart desired this time of year.

As was tradition ever since she was a little girl, Vivian always went to bed early on Christmas eve, something which she had eventually gotten Stanley into doing as well. Even though she was old enough now to know Santa wasn't real, holding on to that last little bit of Christmas magic seemed to make her smile that much brighter, so of course her large Grey Wolf husband played along willingly.

Stanley awoke with his ears ringing, swearing he'd heard a thud on the roof and bells jingling. Thinking it must've been something lingering from his dream, he tried to ignore it and go back to bed. Then it sounded again a few minutes later, pulling him back from the verge of returning to his blissful slumber, only this time the bells sounded like they came from downstairs.

"Did you hear that, Viv?" Stanley asked groggily and still half asleep; knowing how his wife was and how she would've instantly been awake at the sound of sleigh-bells anywhere near their roof, he had expected her to be sitting upright and alert in bed already. Only when he never got an answer, the wolf looked over to find his wife's side of the bed empty.

Almost like a sirens song, the bells jingled again from downstairs. Stanley, dressed in nothing more than his white undervest and a pair of pale blue boxers, slipped his feet into his fuzzy pink bunny slippers and headed towards the door to their bedroom. Pausing for a moment, he thought he could hear voices along with the bells jingling down below. Grabbing a large wooden club from his closet, the wolf slowly crept down the stairs and into the hallway, moving silently thanks to his soft bunny slippers on their carpeted floors. Once down in the hallway and approaching the front door, Stanley noticed that the plate of cookies and glass of milk Viv had left out for Santa had been well enjoyed by the intruders.

The voices got louder as he approached the doorway to their living room, causing Stan to grip the handle of the club tighter as he raised it in preparation to strike the intruders if needs be. Only, they weren't intruders, not exactly. Jumping out from behind the wall into the middle of the doorway, Stan opened his mouth as he was about to shout at them to get out of his house, or else! But the sight before him left the wolf suddenly speechless.

What he saw before him defied all logic; in the middle of the room on her knees, was his wife. A large polar bear dressed in a red suit with white trim, along with a rather convincing beard, was gripping her bushy tail as he tugged her back onto his thick pink cock. The vixens' groans and whimpers were muffled by a well-built reindeer kneeling before her as he fed her his equally impressive member. Stan stood in stunned silence as he watched his wife being spit-roasted by a Santa impersonator and one of his reindeer. Gathered around the action were eight more reindeer that all looked to be waiting for their turn with his wife, all wearing very little in the way of clothing. With a collar about their throat, bands about their upper arms and upper thighs, along with a harness that crossed over their broad chests in an X pattern, all adorned with dozens of bright and shining golden bells of various sizes. Every time they moved, they jingled, making the scene before him even more surreal as every time the reindeer before his wife thrust, his movement was punctuated with a rather distinct jingle of bells that stood out from the rest.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Stan yelled out suddenly.

"Oh, Stanley! You should be in bed young man!" Santa turned to smile warmly at the stunned wolf without so much as slowing his thrusting into the small vixen before him. The large white bear's eyes twinkling with mischief as he maintained eye contact, his hips pumping and thrusting with the constant clapping of flesh on flesh.

"Stop fucking my wife!" The wolf growled as he took a step forward, only to be halted by Santa holding up a finger and wagging it dismissively at him.

"I can't do that, young mister Stanley. I am simply here delivering a present, a very special present for a very special girl!" the large white bear huffed and grunted, hunching over Viv's back as he quite clearly came inside her. His big round belly resting against her back as his hips ground lewdly against the white vixens pert behind, all while Stan watched in horror as Santa ground himself against his wife's ass; making sure he got his seed nice and deep inside the vixen before pulling out and tugging his pants back up in place.

"You fucking...." Stan snarled, raising his club again as he rushed Santa.

"Mind your language young man, one more outburst from you and I'll have to put you on the naughty list!" The bear frowned disapprovingly at the wolf. Raising a large white hand, he snapped his fingers and to Stan's amazement, he could swear he saw sparks being emitted.

Like something out of a Hallmark movie, one of the chairs in their living room scooted forward suddenly to connect with the back of Stans legs, causing him to flop back into the seat. A length of twinkling Christmas lights slithered like a serpent up around the seat to bind the wolf in place tightly, along with a Christmas stocking which crawled and inched its way up the struggling wolf to stuff itself into his mouth to silence him.

"Now, as I mentioned before, I am just here to deliver a very special gift to a special lady" Santa said as he sat on the armrest of the chair Stan was tied down in. The large bear munched noisily on one of the cookies Vivian had put out for him as he watched Dasher withdraw his slick cock from the vixen's maw before moving around behind her and taking over from where Santa had left off. As Dasher began to buck and thrust into the arctic vixen, Dancer was next in line to claim her mouth. "Young miss Vivian never truly gave up in believing in me, so when she wrote to me asking for an extra special gift this year, I thought it only right to come and give it to her myself!" the polar bear gesticulate with the half-eaten cookie in his large hand, scattering crumbs across the carpet in the process.

Stan frowned as he stared incredulously up at the obviously insane bear, there was no way his wife had asked for a home invasion gangrape. She was far too prim and proper to even ask for anything sexual at all, she was perfect! The mere thought of the bear suggesting otherwise was untenable and made the wolf growl loudly once again with his hackles raised.

"Your wife wanted a child, Stan" Santa replied with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh, as if having read the wolfs mind. "She told me how the doctors say you are infertile and how she would never cheat on you, not even through artificial insemination. But, seeing as we don't exist, at least according to you, this will be a miraculous conception! Just don't go starting any more religions though, that's been done before."

Stan stared wide eyed at the insane bear, there was no way this would work. She was a vixen; he was a bear and the rest of them were damned reindeer! It was genetically impossible for them to get his wife pregnant! Even if he wasn't sterile, he would have to undergo months of gene therapy just for a slim chance to have a child with her too.

"You really don't believe in magic, do you Stan?" The bear replied to the wolf's unspoken question, as if reading his mind again. Once more Santa raised his large white hand and snapped his fingers; as soon as his eyes adjusted from the bright white flash, Stan looked down to see he was suddenly naked and still bound in his chair. "Vixen, please distract dear Stan while we finish with the special delivery?" Santa called out to the group of reindeer gathered about the kneeling vixen.

Stan watched in amazement as one of the reindeer turned about to grin at him, apparently, they weren't all male. A stunning woman with a full bust and a killer hourglass figure sauntered over to the bound wolf. She had the most dazzling green eyes he had ever seen, when she leaned down to kiss him, her lips tasted like the cinnamon and vanilla cookies his mom used to make when he was a kid. Vixen just exuded a calming aura about her, but she was built like an erotic dream and Stan couldn't stop staring at her. Unlike the males, the thin red straps in an X pattern between her breasts almost framed and pronounced her bust like a push up bra, not that she needed any help in that department. With a soft smile, she tugged the Christmas stocking from his mouth in order to kiss him, slipping her agile tongue into his mouth.

Dasher bellowed loudly as he too finally came inside the vixen, his dull nails digging into her hips as he emptied his balls deep inside her. Huffing and snorting, he eventually withdrew from Vivian before tagging in Dancer to take over. The next reindeer scooped the vixen up off the floor and shifted back to the plush double seater for more comfort. Gripping under her knees, he held her legs spread wide so even as Stan made out with Vixen, he would get a clear view of his wife's snug little pink pussy being stretched wide around another thick Reindeer dick. Vivian almost immediately began to groan and whine as she was bounced in Dancer's lap, her pert breasts jiggling under the motions. It was then Stan noticed her eyes were still closed and she looked...asleep, peaceful too he noted, like she was simply having a pleasurable dream.

Stan lost sight of his beautiful wife's face when Prancer climbed up onto their couch and fed her his eager prick as his turn came up. Though he couldn't see what she was doing, Stan could damn well hear Vivian almost choking on the thick cervine cock being stuffed into her maw and probably hitting the back of her throat. His attention would soon be drawn away again however when Vixen climbed into his lap, rising a little to let his muzzle press between her breasts as she stroked soothingly through his hair. Stan felt instantly relaxed, almost drowsy as he nuzzled into the soft furred pillows before him, drinking in Vixen's sweet calming scent. Down below the wolf could feel another pair of soft hands caressing his sheath and balls, apparently there was another female Reindeer he had not seen and now they were both tending to him. As he latched his lips onto Vixens left nipple, the wolf groaned as a hot mouth sunk down onto his emerging cock and began to suckle on him slowly. Stan whined and tried to buck against the tight bindings of the twinkling Christmas lights, but he was completely at the mercy of whomever was sucking his dick right then.

At least whomever was pleasuring him seemed to know what they were doing, cupping and rolling his balls as they slowly bobbed up and down his aching red tapered dick. Curiously even Vixen's nipple tasted like cookies, switching from one to the other as he lavished attention on her breasts while she cooed and caressed his cheeks and ears affectionately. Again, Stan heard a familiar below as Dancer had evidently cum inside his wife too, snapping Stan out of his reverie of enjoying some fine reindeer tits. While he was distracted from the mesmerizing mummeries before him, he noticed a strange red blinking light from below he hadn't noticed before. When he leaned back to try look down, the wolf's jaw dropped as he saw it wasn't a red blinking light. It was the nose of the Reindeer currently sucking him off as the nose bobbed up and down out of view! Before he could shout for Rudolph to stop, Vixen once more caught his lips in another passionate and soothing kiss. Stan whined against her lips as he felt his climax coming, suddenly not wanting it to happen as he was being sucked off by the most famous stag of all time, but Rudolph just kept on going. The red nosed reindeer sunk his hot little mouth down deeply onto Stan's twitching and throbbing cock until that dam broke, the wolf groaning into the kiss with the sultry Vixen as his balls jumped and twitched with every hot rope of seed he let loose. Rudolph diligently remained in place as he swallowed every last drop of infertile wolf seed, almost affectionately caressing Stan's inner thighs the entire time.

Dancer gently shifted Vivian to lay down beside him on the couch as he extracted himself from beneath her, making space for Prancer to take over next. Prancer gave Dancer a fist bump before he climbed over the vixen to spoon her from behind, a hand caressing down her side and across her hip before he lifted her upper knee to bare her nethers to the room. Another thick pink length emerged from between her thighs as the reindeer behind her sawed his hips back and forth with a few strokes, rubbing his length against the sleeping vixen's exposed and vulnerable pouting folds. Satisfied he was slick enough, the reindeer pulled back a little further than intended before he pushed forward again.

"Oh..." was all Vivian mumbled as something thick and hot entered under her tail for the first time ever. Prancer groaned at the unexpected tightness, halting for a moment as if reconsidering his mistake, but it was too late already as Comet spotted his chance and quickly joined in. Comet lay down in front of the pair on the large couch, grinning at Prancer over the vixen's shoulder as he lined himself up with her still unoccupied cunt and quickly sunk inside her, snorting in pleasure at her silky snugness as the vixen was suddenly double stuffed.

"Boys, that wasn't part of the plan..." Santa sighed and rolled his eyes as he spotted what his reindeer had done.

"Sorry Santa..." Both Prancer and Comet called out in unison, though neither one of them bothered to stop their thrusting into the sandwiched vixen between them.

"It's fine, just don't do it again" Santa chided before leaving the living room and heading into Stanley's kitchen to retrieve more cookies and milk.

Stan watched the entire surreal scene unfold before him, two of Santa's reindeer were double teaming his wife, one of them up her ass by mistake and all Santa said was "Don't do it again?" The wolf growled at this, at how they were treating his wife, when he was suddenly distracted by a kiss to his cheek. Stan jumped as Rudolph grinned at him, licking his lips with a wink before heading back into the kitchen to join Santa for some milk and cookies. The wolf didn't know how he felt about that, the damned red nosed reindeer had not only sucked him off, but the bastard had kissed him on the cheek after he'd done it too! He didn't even let Vivian do that to him for crying out loud.

"Sorry, Rudy is a bit of a perv, but he is second in command" Vixen apologized, settling herself down into Stans lap as she stared into his eyes. The wolf couldn't help it, she was just so goddamn beautiful and calming, he instantly began to relax. More than that actually, he felt himself starting to get hard again as her bare behind rested against his spit slicked cock. "Oh my, a present for me?" Vixen teased with a little musical laugh and a more direct wiggle of her behind against his growing rise.

"Uh, sure...I guess..." Stanley stammered, finding it hard to think straight as the beautiful cervine began to wriggle and grind herself down against him playfully. He could feel how hot and slick she was getting, the way her little folds pouted and kissed along the top of his trapped cock. Thankfully she wasn't the teasing sort and soon he felt a very welcomed snug silkiness descend down over his shaft. The wolf rolled his head back in a satisfied groan as Vixen impaled herself on his cock, slowly grinding and gyrating herself in his lap while she leaned to one side to let him watch as her teammates fucked his wife.

It seemed as Santa was no longer in the room watching them, the reindeer were having a free-for-all on Vivian. Prancer must have climaxed at some point as he was sitting panting on a nearby seat, dabbing his sweaty forehead with Stan's Christmas stocking as he watched the others rut the vixen.

Comet lay on his back on the sofa with Vivian riding his cock while he groped and caressed her breasts; another reindeer, with the name Cupid emblazoned on his collar tag, was busy stuffing himself under her held lifted tail while a third, whom bore the name Donner, stuffed her maw. Stan watched as the cluster of bodies undulated on his couch, Vivian's moans stifled by yet another thick pink cock in her maw as two similar sized lengths rutted her front and back. He spotted the tell-tale curling and spreading of her toes as she trembled through climax after climax; not knowing how many she had endured already made Stan feel angry and hurt. At least until his attention was brought back to the fact that he was currently buried balls deep in a different sort of Vixen right now, one that he was definitely not married to either.

Vixen smiled at Stan as she guided his lips to hers in a tender and lingering kiss, her hips starting to roll and grind faster before she started to bounce lightly. The wolf wanted to howl at the pleasure the stunning reindeer was giving him, a very small part of him was actually thankful for Rudolph having sucked him off earlier as it meant he was lasting longer than he normally would've right now. As Vixen's head rolled back in a breathless cry, she came hard around his canine cock, grinding down hard onto his knot until finally, it popped inside her and locked them together. She was tight, almost too tight, but goddamn did it feel good Stan thought to himself. The way she was clenching and squeezing about his knot was more than enough to send him over the edge too, howling out aloud as his balls pumped his infertile seed up into the reindeer cunt he'd unwittingly tied, this time not worried about trying to hold back and just letting loose.

As he was coming down from his high, from the corner of his eye he thought he saw the final Reindeer standing over his now alone wife on the couch as he stroked himself to completion across her serene face. Vivian didn't so much as twitch an eyelid as spatters of hot seed fired out across her muzzle, cheeks and even her forehead. After everything they'd put her through tonight, this seemed rather comical by comparison, the last thing Stan remembered was Vixen giving him one last kiss before he drifted off to sleep.

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Stan awoke with a loud yawn and stretch on Christmas morning, feeling very relaxed and well rested, with his mouth tasting oddly of his mothers' cookies. His mind still felt foggy as he struggled to remember the weird dream he had last night, apparently, he hadn't made it to bed as he was sitting in one of his living rooms chairs still.

"Aaarghgoodmorning!" Vivian yawned loudly from her spot she lay stretched out on the couch. Getting up with a wince as she worked her jaw and stretched her back. "Remind me not to fall asleep on the couch ever again, it feels like I've been put through the ringer" she mumbled before making her way upstairs in search of a soothing hot shower. As his beautiful wife passed, Stan thought he saw what looked like white icing on her cheeks and muzzle glinting under the twinkling Christmas lights.