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Quote and Umbre spend a passionate Christmas Eve together...

TRIGGER WARNING! Contains: Cocks, masturbation, cum, cum in clothes, pain (light)

Quote and Umbre are original characters owned by Q-O-T-E and myself respectively.

By PseudonymousUmbreon. If you wish to use or reference my work and/or my characters, please contact me first.

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Christmas Eve had always been a lonely time for Umbre. Being away from college, their boyfriend, the rest of their friend group--it all weighed down on them a bit more than they liked to admit. Winter break would consist of counting down the days until the spring semester when they could regain some sense of normalcy and have their support network back.

This year, however, was different. This year, there was someone they could spend the holiday with, because they had raised enough funds to cross the ocean that separated them from a close friend. This year, they didn't have to be lonely.

With a bright *DING!* the seatbelt icon on the ceiling lit up. The pilot's voice crackled through the loudspeaker and announced their arrival in Sweden, first in English, then in Swedish. Several passengers jerked awake, but Umbre hadn't been able to sleep. They were too excited for what awaited them on the ground. Out the window was an island of lights and snow under a blackened sky aglow with twinkling stars. It was nothing short of magical--Umbre had seen pictures, sure, but nothing had prepared them for how beautiful Sweden would be on Christmas Eve.

The landing process was, predictably, excruciatingly drawn out. Like a dog trying to find the perfect position to sleep in, the plane circled the airport relentlessly before finally finding a home by gate 4. The airport was decked out in strings of Christmas lights, filled with furs bustling back and forth to make their last minute arrangements before they, too, would set out to be home for Christmas.

Umbre scanned the crowd of people searching for their friends and family. Somewhere, somewhere here was... there! An arctic fox with purple headfur and a shy, but oh-so-adorable smile, holding a small cardboard sign that read "Umbre Morgan." Quote's eyes flitted about nervously. He hadn't seen them yet--perfect.

Umbre snuck through the crowd, taking care to keep their eyes on Quote while avoiding his. Just a little bit closer, and...

*Boop!*

Quote jumped. "B-Bre--d-don't do that! You scared me..."

"Sorry-not-sorry," Umbre giggled. "Hey Quote."

"Bre." The two embraced. It was like Christmas a day early as Umbre's chest filled with butterflies. They smiled as a warm feeling coursed throughout their body.

"Well," Quote started when they finally broke apart. "Let's get going, then." He smirked and grabbed Umbre's paw. "Somewhere more... private."

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Quote's living room was simple, but cozy. A Christmas tree stood in a windowed alcove decorated with inverted, seven-point, glowing paper stars. An incredibly cushy couch sat opposite the tree and provided ample room to see the TV that was connected to a modest collection of video game consoles. In other words, it was the perfect setting for a cuddles and gaming session. Or, more likely, Netfinch and Chill.

Umbre was led to the couch by Quote, who still refused to let go of their paw. The two of them flopped down; Umbre was happy to just be in the moment with their friend. Looking up at the arctic fox's face, Umbre was suddenly struck by his eyes. Quote's violet eyes reflected the lights of the room so perfectly that they had turned into a rainbow. His fur glowed soft shades of red and green and yellow that perfectly accentuated the shadows in his face. The Umbreon was completely taken by it.

Quote looked down at them. "What?"

Umbre blushed. "N-nothing. You're just. You're... really pretty."

In response, it was Quote's turn to blush. "N-no I'm not..."

"Hey." Umbre sat up next to him, suddenly putting on a confident face. "I have flown more than a thousand miles to come here and see you. You better believe you're gorgeous, even if you don't feel like you visually match up. It's about your personality, not your looks."

Quote looked away. "U-Umbre..." He laughed nervously. "You literally just called me pretty."

Umbre blinked before playfully shoving him aside. "Shut up!" They giggled, finally letting the tension subside. "You're cute, okay?"

"...fine..." Quote huffed. "But you're also cute, and I get to play with your dick."

Umbre froze. That was unexpected. Well, they knew deep down that something horny was going to happen during their stay with Quote, but they weren't expecting it right away... not that they were necessarily complaining. They swallowed and nodded. "Yes Master," they mumbled, embarrassed.

The arctic fox pulled them close. "What was that, pet? I couldn't hear you just then... Can you speak up?"

Umbre's face flushed. "...yes Master..." they said, clearer this time. "Y-you can... you can play with... with my cock..."

"Good pet." Quote laid a paw on Umbre's crotch. "But I think that's my cock, not yours."

Umbre wasn't sure how they'd managed to blush more, but somehow they did. "Y-yessir. Your cock, not mine..." They glanced at Quote's package, then up at his face pleadingly.

Quote nodded. "Go ahead, pet." He slipped his paw into Umbre's pants and enclosed it around the Umbreon's member and gave it a squish, eliciting a small squeak from them. In turn, Umbre did the same to Quote, and the two of them cuddled closely together.

For Umbre, it was all they could have ever wanted for Christmas--in their eyes, the perfect gift. And from their perspective, Quote was definitely enjoying it, even awarding Umbre a "good pet" and many pats on the head. They squeezed and groped at each other's cocks, almost hungrily, the product of months of friendship but never being able to hang out in person.

"About time I had your cock to myself, dontcha think, pet?" Quote scritched under Umbre's chin. "A long time 'cumming.'"

Umbre sighed. "Master. I love you, but that joke was horrible."

"I know." They looked at each other and bust out laughing, but Umbre was quickly stifled by a firm squeeze around their cock. "That's for insulting me."

Umbre squeezed back, and they went back and forth for a bit until their dicks hurt too much to go on... yet after a short while they recovered and were back at it again, each eager to pleasure the other.

Before long, neither of them could take it anymore. "With me, pet. Cum on three. Ready?" Umbre nodded earnestly, trying to hold it in as much as possible. "Good pet. One... two..."

Neither of them had made it to three, but neither of them cared. They settled against each other, laughing and smiling, just happy to be with each other.

"Merry Christmas, pet," Quote said, beaming.

"Merry Christmas, Master..." Umbre leaned against their friend and Master. This was sure to be a Christmas they'd never forget.