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The Mongoose's Winter Holidays

A Stocking Stuffer Story

For TerinasTiger

By Draconicon

Prince Saunak was immediately struck by the cold with his first step off the royal jet. His eyes went wide, his toes curled against the frigid metal pressed against the aircraft, and the mongoose nearly backflipped back into the plane right then and there.

Of course, as there was a better-dressed stallion right behind him blocking the way, the barely-dressed prince had little option but to keep moving forward. He did, however, reach back and snap his fingers, holding out his hand.

"Coat. Now."

"No flirting this time, Your Highness?"

"C-Coat!"

"You'd be better off with shoes."

"Never. Coat. Now."

Windsire - his bodyguard - shook his head, the red-furred, black-maned horse pulling his large, fur-lined coat off and passing it over. Given the size difference between them, the knee-length coat on the horse was nearly ankle-length for the mongoose. He still felt the chill coming up from his bare feet, but he'd solve that when they hit the tarmac. In the meantime, he shivered, arms crossed over his chest as he stutter-stepped down the stairs.

"Why did nobody tell me this place was so cold?!" he complained.

"We did."

"Oh, please. Who? You?"

"Me, your twin, two butlers, your father, the pilot - twice - and the flight attendant when you weren't sucking him off."

"Please. As if I listen to anyone."

"Yes, Your Highness."

All but fuming, the mongoose grumbled as he hit the end of the stairs. He turned around, moon-walking along the tarmac, twisting his legs into a few quick dance-steps. The movements built over the course of a couple seconds before -

Fwoosh.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Saunak sighed happily as the fires burst from beneath his feet, the dance-summoned flames heating the ground and his half-frozen toes as they spread along the icy ground. The frozen water melted, giving him places to walk that weren't going to frost-burn his feet in the process.

The limo waiting to take them to the holiday resort waited twenty feet off, and the drivers - locals, all - stared at him. Saunak laughed.

"You'd think that they'd never seen royal powers before," he said.

"They likely haven't, Highness."

"Oh. Right. Well, at least they get a show."

"Please, keep it to just that?"

"No promises."

The falling snow was a momentary distraction to the prince as they crossed the short distance from plane to car. There was none of that in Aparajita; the climate was too warm to ever sustain an ice industry, let alone something that actually fell from the sky and blanketed the world in frost. He was delighted with it for a short time, enjoying the crispness of the air around him and the novelty of the crackling cold in his mouth and throat.

Of course, when it started to settle into his bones, he all but leaped for the open car door, sliding across the spacious back of the limo to rest against the far door, and immediately kicked the seat heat up to the fullest degree. By the time Windsire had joined him, the more sensibly dressed horse folding his hands over his lap as he sat down, Saunak had heated up enough to take off the coat.

He really wasn't dressed for the situation, he would fully confess. A purple vest with nothing beneath it and baggy pants that went from his waist to his ankles and did nothing to hold in heat but everything to show off his hips and tight little rump were not suitable for climates such as this.

But dammit, it was his look, and he wasn't going to lose it.

He fluffed out his vest as he shifted his position, grinding his toes and soles against Windsire's legs. The outside was barely warm enough to feel, and he poked his bodyguard firmly with one toe.

"Take off your pants."

"Not here, Your Highness."

"My feet are cold."

"And we are in public."

"I don't believe that's ever mattered."

"Different land, different rules, Your Highness."

Saunak ignored the horse, pushing his toes around the stallion's hips and right to the button and zipper of his formal pants. He managed to flick the button open and had just started to get the zipper down when Windsire grabbed him by the ankle.

"Highness, they have a glass window between us and the driver."

"Oh?"

That was all he needed. Without a second thought, the mongoose was on his feet and pulling the back of his pants down. Windsire slapped a hand over his face, but the stallion was too late. In a split-second, Saunak had his ass out and the cheeks pressed against the glass, using the flat surface to spread them and hold his hole against it for the driver to see.

"Must you, Your Highness?"

"If I'm not getting the dick that I desire, then I will get that which is second-best."

"You really have no taste or tact."

"It has never done me any favors, and - oh. It seems like our driver likes what he sees."

"Oh, gods..."

"I'd imagine praying to your father would be better than the gods," Saunak said, winking as he rested one hand on the seatbacks to either side. "Then again, he might just decide to take what you won't touch."

"Highness -"

"Mmm, hold that thought. They're getting properly handsy now..."

Saunak sighed as he felt a blunt, scaled fingertip working its way into his ass. It passed his pucker quickly - experience did that to an ass - and he groaned happily as he felt it plumbing his depths.

The usual comments of disbelief were coming from the front of the limo. The guard in front, as well as the driver, could hardly believe the sort of behavior that they were getting from him. Saunak clenched down, and he heard the soft yelp from the guard in the passenger seat.

"Holy hell. How does he tighten up that much?"

"I heard that the prince was a royal whore, but what the fuck?"

"...Do you think he'd let me -"

"Even if he did, I ain't. You are not whipping it out in front of me."

"Come on. It's the royal ass!"

"If you're gonna fuck it, it's when we get to the hotel."

Saunak rolled his eyes. So much for a more adventurous pair of drivers. He would have hoped to spark at least a spit-roast between them, but he supposed that it couldn't be helped. Not everyone understood the sheer pleasure that came from fucking prime mongoose rump.

At least he was getting fingered. That was something.

#

They reached the resort with surprisingly little action. The lizard guard in the front seat chickened out as soon as he laid eyes on the prince proper when they got out of the car, staying inside with his cheeks on fire, and Saunak was forced to leave the potential lay behind. He sighed, tossing the furred coat back to his bodyguard as they entered the hotel.

"I lose more action that way," he muttered.

"To forwardness?" Windsire asked as they stepped through the automated door.

"No, to cowardice."

"To be fair, you're intimidating."

"Me? Intimidating? When was the last time you looked at me?"

"The whole ride here, Highness."

"...Fair."

He shook his head. It wasn't his fault that he was royalty, nor was it his fault that he demanded such satisfaction on a regular basis. With the deprivation that his family kept him in - truly, limited to merely thirty lovers? He could have satisfied twice that in his harem - it was a miracle that he didn't go completely insane. He could have gone on a rampage through the capital of the kingdom, finding those that fitted his taste and using them constantly.

Why, with that in mind, he was a model of flirtatious restraint.

Of course, not many would have clicked to that. He wasn't the tallest of his siblings, nor the most muscled. He was a lean, slightly wiry mongoose, with a sort of tawny-colored coat, a slender yet fluffy tail, and the only place where he really broke out of the slender shape of his species was around the hips, where his muscles in his glutes made him look a little femme in some ways.

Not much, but some.

The baggy harem pants and the vest probably made him look less royal, as well, he supposed, but surely one could have looked closer to see the quality that it was made from. And -

Ugh. He would sort out the misapprehensions later. For now, he wanted to see just where the royal assistants had arranged the winter vacation.

The lobby of the hotel was...done up, to put it in a rather polite way. There were pine trees dotting the whole of the massive lobby, the white-stone walls hidden behind layers of green trees and a series of colored lights. Reindeers were captured in mid-prance through the air, pictures of them streaming from one side of the lobby to another, and there were various lights in the shapes of stars and more that dangled from the ceiling.

Saunak arched an eyebrow, slowly turning in a circle as he walked across the lobby, bare feet slapping gently against the marble stone. He shook his head.

"And I thought I was a trifle gauche," he muttered.

"It's called 'Christmas,' Highness."

"It's called overdoing it."

"Says the man that decided to paint a room in nothing but seed."

"That was an experiment, and one that worked quite well, thank you very much. Nobody lost the mood for a month after that."

"And then the mildew and worse set in."

"There are trade-offs for everything, Windsire. You can't get something for nothing."

"If you say so, Highness."

"You're rather obliging; usually you argue," he said as they walked past a number of staring vacation-goers. "What's the occasion?"

"The spirit of 'Christmas,' I suppose. One's supposed to be more loving and understanding, from what I read about the holiday."

"You read about it? Goodness, that seems a waste of time. It's not like we're bringing it back with us."

"It seemed like a good idea considering that we'd be in a country that is celebrating it."

"I suppose you have a point," Saunak said, chuckling. "So, tell me. What's the point of all...this?" he asked, waving his hand around.

"Something about keeping to the old pagan roots. They keep the decorations from back then, added a few new ones from the religion that took it in, and then started giving gifts everywhere. A lot of talk about having good cheer and spreading it around, and keeping the peace during this time, as well."

"...So, essentially, it's a world-wide birthday in the forest."

"I - if you must, Your Highness."

Saunak nodded, self-satisfied about the explanation. He turned his attention to the clerk at the front desk, a wide-eyed bull of a man that was looking from the computer in front of him to the mongoose and back again. Saunak chuckled, turning his walk from a simple tourist-prance to a more sultry advance, shading his eyes ever so slightly with half-closed lids, a cock-sucking grin on his face as he advanced on the front desk. His hips exaggerated their swaying motions as his eyes slipped from the bull's face, further down, just over the desk -

Oh, yes. That was a bulge. A very nice, very satisfying bulge. He chuckled, leaning against the desk as he brought his eyes back up, very slowly, very intentionally making it clear where he'd been looking.

"Well, hello," he said.

"Uh, yes. You would be - you would be Prince Shame - Saunak! You would be Prince Saunak of Aparajita, yes?"

"Mmm, yes, and - would you be looking at our reservations, or at the last few articles from back home?"

"Uh - I -"

"Please ignore His Highness's flirtations," Windsire said, stepping up to the desk. "I'm sorry; he's already seen your bulge, and he's going to try and invite you upstairs. I'm sure that you have plenty of work to be getting on with, so if we could please check in?"

"You're no fun," Saunak said, rolling his eyes.

The bull cleared his throat as he rapidly clicked out of whatever he was looking at - Saunak imagined it was an article from back home, one that showed him with his legs up and his ass stuffed with, if he remembered correctly, two orca slavers that had been caught trying to abduct him - before tapping a few keys on the keyboard. It didn't take long before he had a pair of key-cards prepped for the mongoose and the horse, and he passed them over quickly, clearing his throat.

"My apologies for the -"

"No apologies needed," Saunak said, laughing. "I am the Shame of Aparajita, after all. What good prince would let someone just rail them again and again? What real man would let himself get caught time and time again by the most dangerous enemies of his kingdom? What real prince would let himself get caught on film and photograph getting fucked like a slut if he -"

"And that's enough of that," Windsire muttered, covering the mongoose's mouth.

"...Is he...is he..."

"He is likely trying to rile you up so that you think of trying something in a back-room during our stay," Windsire confirmed. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't make my job harder; if you really want him, come up to the room tomorrow or the day after, and you can probably have a turn on his ass then."

"...I...that can't be..."

"Oh, he's quite a handful. But trust me. He is the real deal."

Saunak rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he was all but carried away with his mouth covered. The horse's big hand on his face was not an unfamiliar feeling, either; they had gone through this song and dance more than once during their past travels. Usually, however, it wasn't quite this blunt.

Just let me have some fun, dammit.

They reached the elevator and the doors closed before Windsire finally let loose. Saunak rolled his head around his shoulders and popped his jaw twice before shaking his head.

"You really could have let me do that."

"If I let you talk, you would have been under his desk and getting rutted within two minutes."

"And the problem with that is..."

"He would have been fired."

"Then we could have hired him. He had a nice dick."

"Temporarily, Highness. Prostitution isn't so legal in all countries."

"Ah, is it not?" The mongoose shook his head, sighing. "Pity. It's such a wonderful fallback back home."

"For some."

Saunak shrugged. It was a reasonable enough thing to do, and if you were good at it, you could have a great deal of pleasure in life. Certainly seemed more tempting than responsibilities most of the time.

The elevator dinged as they reached the penthouse floor of the resort lodge. Not that high, of course - it was too small for that - but higher than a ground floor resort, for sure. He pushed the door open and nodded in approval.

"It'll do."

The penthouse was quite the sight, of course. Wood-paneled walls that imitated the log-cabin motif, many soft rugs and fur coats on the floor, a roaring fire, chocolate scents in the air, a television if they so desired, and another of those strange trees in the corner. He shook his head as he slid in, all but skating forward on bare feet.

"It will do," he repeated.

"I heard you the first time, Highness."

"You are in a mood," he said, looking over his shoulder as Windsire shut the door. "What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean, Highness?"

"You're not yourself. Usually, you're the most argumentative person in the world, or the most resigned. Today, you almost seem...possessive."

"...I apologize, Highness. I suppose a few things have been getting to me more than usual."

"Hmmm, if things were 'getting' to you, I would have seen your mane go spiky. There's been no sign of Jayanta yet; your demon half doesn't seem to be out in any way."

Windsire gritted his teeth. Saunak supposed that mentioning his bodyguard's split personality was a trifle rude, but it was like seeing someone coated in blood at a party and choosing not to say anything about it. It seemed ruder to ignore it rather than to admit it was there.

"Besides, if he was out, I would have had something to say. And more to do," the mongoose admitted.

"I understand that he is...more pleasant company -"

"HA!"

"...He's not?" Windsire asked.

"Oh, please. While your other half is less of a prude than you, that doesn't mean that I like him more," Saunak said, shaking his head. "Gods, if he was out, then I'd have to be reminding him that 'bottom' doesn't mean 'bitch.'"

"...If anyone embodies that, Highness, it's you."

"The only advantage that he has over you is that he gets so busy trying to conquer everyone else that I have carte blanche to do what I want." Saunak tapped one of the ornaments on the tree. "These are remarkably irritating and pretty at the same time."

"I'm not sure how to make them better."

"Dicks."

"...Prince Saunak, not everything is made better with dicks."

"Oh, I'd disagree. A large line of cocks sticking out, presents for all when the day came? Tickled with tuned vibrators that pulsed with whatever music was playing? I'd call that particularly festive."

Windsire groaned, and Saunak chuckled.

"That's better."

"I don't know what to do with you, Highness."

"Well, thankfully, I know what to do with you. Or what I would do if you ever relaxed enough to let me do it."

The stallion rubbed the back of his head, and Saunak sighed. He stepped away from the tree, taking a seat on the large couch that dominated the center of the penthouse, and the larger horse sat down beside him.

They were something of a pair, for sure. He was five-foot-seven in height, and the stallion was just over a foot taller than him, looming over him and staring at the fire. The bigger male had a thicker build, larger shoulders and wider arms, and his muscles had been long-trained on the practice yards of the palace.

Saunak, by contrast, was smaller, slighter, but only barely faster. Windsire was as swift as his name, and they were regularly sparring with words and wit, and nearly as often in the training yards. It was the only way that he could regularly get his hands on the handsome stallion, particularly as anything further usually required more trickery than was really worth it to get the big guy into bed.

It was a pity that he was so devoted. He would have liked more of what he couldn't have.

"Do you remember that boar I used to have in the harem? What was his name, Bekatan?"

"Buraka," Windsire corrected him.

"Yes, yes, him. Do you remember him?"

"He was your favorite for a time. I believe that you particularly liked his rough handling of your ass; the double-fisting mornings were your favorite for nearly a week running, as I recall."

"Heh, yes. That was a stretch and a half."

"Yet, you were...not displeased when I intervened."

"That was a day..."

Saunak still remembered that. Buraka had been quite the favorite in his personal harem quarters. The boar had been nearly as tall as Windsire, with a thick, pleasing musk to his person, and there'd been a constant pushiness for more. Most of the harem grew cowed by the prince's natural need for dick, but Buraka had been different. Insistent, hungry, horny for the royal ass to a degree that pushed him to be more active than the others.

Fisting, hooves right up his rump, a constant ride through the tower. The man had even acquiesced to be a walking perch, fucking the prince's hole while being piloted around the palace grounds. Of course, that hadn't lasted for long, considering that the rest of the family weren't so keen on his antics being quite that public, but it had been pleasurable nonetheless.

Then the day came when Windsire interrupted a play-session, grabbed the boar by the scruff of the neck, and quite literally threw him out the window before following him out. Saunak had watched from said window as the boar was apprehended and marched off the premises of the palace grounds.

"It was done for the best," Windsire said.

"Oh, obviously," Saunak said, waving his hand.

"...You weren't upset?"

"Oh, I was annoyed to lose a good fucker," the prince admitted. "But it was the right decision. He was getting more and more above himself. Hell, did you know what he wanted to try next?"

"...He wanted to try something?" Windsire blinked. "Since when does your harem want to try anything without you pushing it on them first?"

"Exactly." Saunak crossed one leg over the other, leaning back. "I was coming to the conclusion that he might be a plant, someone that needed to be removed. Perhaps the Great Hood were hoping for him to have a chance to bring me down or something; would be right up their alley. Certainly, he had a suspiciously high amount of energy for what he was being put through."

"...You were right."

"I was?" Saunak blinked. "How do you know?"

"I found proof. That's when I came running."

"...Heh. What do you know?" Saunak leaned his head back, bobbing his foot up and down. "And here I thought I was just imagining it, or my sister put you up to it. Well, well."

"...I know it's early, Highness, but...I was curious if you would be interested in giving gifts now."

"Gifts? After that?" He chuckled as he lowered his eyes back to the stallion. "That's a segue and a half."

"I'm serious, Highness."

"...Well, if we're going to be serious, I doubt you'll like the gift I brought for you."

"Doubtless it'll be a sexual one."

"Of course. It's me, isn't it?" Saunak chuckled, nodding at the bags that were still by the door. "Second suitcase on the left. Gold wrapping."

As the stallion nodded, getting to his feet and going back to the luggage, Saunak leaned his head to the side. He watched the thick, muscular thighs of the horse as they moved, the long legs, the bulge in the front that could never entirely be hidden no matter how many layers the other man wore. There were so many lovely things about him, all hidden behind so many layers of propriety and self-imposed rules.

Even that stupidity about Jayanta being his preferred version of the horse. Sure, they were actually able to have sex there - which was a plus, he wasn't going to deny that - but the work that went into managing that almost made it completely not worth it. If he could just get the damn horse to take advantage of his position...

Windsire returned with the box. It wasn't small; the wrapped-up present was about two-feet by two-feet across, and not a shallow box, either. The horse had returned with one of his own, too, passing the smaller gift - barely two inches wide by four long - to the mongoose.

"If this is some sort of pen for signing proclamations, I'd prefer something fleshier," Saunak teased.

"Shall I open mine first, Highness?"

"You are such a killjoy, you know that?" The mongoose chuckled. "Go ahead."

The paper was gone in an instant, burned with a controlled blast of fire from the half-demon horse. Windsire took the lid off, shaking his head with a rueful smile.

"A fleshlight, Highness?"

"Well, if you're not going to fuck me, you might as well get some relief. And if you're going to do that, you might as well fuck something modeled off my ass, so I can at least pretend that you're fucking me."

And maybe it'd do something to get the other man to finally loosen up and be tempted about the real thing. He shook his head as Windsire pulled the toy free, the copy of the mongoose's ass cheeks going so far as to clap in the warm room as Saunak opened his own gift.

His breath caught as he caught sight of what was contained in the box. It was a simple thing, nothing more than a clear glass vial with equally clear fluid inside, yet as he tilted it, he saw the signature slow-moving bubbles and the hint of a pink light that filtered through it. Only one liquid in their homeland had that sort of quality to it.

"Naga venom?" he whispered.

"Mm."

"Where'd you get this?"

"It was the proof that told me Buraka had to be removed."

"This should be in the vault."

"Yes...it should. But I knew..."

Naga venom had intense aphrodisiacal qualities. As a matter of fact, it was so powerful that it was often used as a poison, a means of either disgracing someone entirely if they were dose with a moderate amount, or completely breaking them to a nymphomaniac, incapable of living a normal life from then on. Saunak looked at the amount in the small vial, and knew that there was enough there to have tainted the drinks of the entire royal family, leaving all thirteen of them catatonic with lust for nearly a full night. They would have been completely helpless to 'use' by someone else.

And if it had all been used on him...

Well, he prided himself on being in control of his lusts, to some extent. He told himself that by embracing his needs, he kept them from taking control of him. But that much naga venom would have left him on the verge of being one of the street-sluts of Aparajita, one of those that had nothing but their body to think about. No more thought of survival, just the urge to fuck and get fucked.

And with such a danger from overuse of the substance, it was highly illegal to even possess it back in their homeland, even though a small amount made for the best of aphrodisiacs and could make a night truly memorable. And now...

"Why?" Saunak asked, looking up.

"I felt that, as we are well removed from most danger...it could be a moment to see what the whole fuss is about."

"...You, or me?" he asked, flicking the vial back and forth.

"We could share."

"..."

"Unless Your Highness is too greedy to do so."

"Oh, ho. I'm greedy, alright, but I'm not stupid," he said, lifting the vial from the box, holding it before his eyes and staring through it. "This...this would keep us both going for a week, at least."

"The holiday is meant to last the twelve days of Christmas, Highness."

"Heh. Do you think you could keep Jayanta under control if you took a dose?"

"With respect, Highness, he has agreed to stay out of this. And more to the point, our father has talked to him."

"Shadolm took a direct hand in this?" Saunak blinked. "I'm surprised."

"Suffice to say, he felt that it was an investment; if a Prince of Aparajita might become hooked on horse-cock, he wanted it to belong to someone that was going to be 'out' more often than the other."

"And he knew you'd tell me this?"

"Just like he knew that it wouldn't matter to you if I did."

"...I need to talk to your dad more. He's fun."

But in the meantime...

Saunak popped the cork on the vial. The venom, of course, was completely odorless, but he knew better than to think that made it safe. He shook his head as he tilted it slowly, dripping four small drops into a cup, before passing it to the stallion.

"Half-full with water, at least. Then drink it...and we'll see how much of a prude you are after that."

"If I might ask, Highness. Why me first?"

"Well, much as I'd like to rush in...do you really want to have me taking your dick when I'm the one hopped up on this, without a warm-up first?"

"...That is a good point. Thank you, Highness."

"No, Windsire. Thank you."

It was his first Christmas, and it came with a gift that he had always wanted. He was going to treat this with the care, devotion, and desire that it was due. As Windsire got to his feet, walking around the couch to get some water, Saunak kicked off his pants. He rolled over, rubbing his fingers against his hole, and he gently teased it open with a few little nudges of his fingertips.

Going to get a good workout tonight...wonder how that venom would feel jammed up my ass...

The End

Summary: Saunak and Windsire have a little holiday trip to a wintery region, and the pair of them exchange gifts.

Tags: M/M, Teasing, Flirting, Exhibitionism, Saunak, Mongoose, Windsire, Stallion, Demon, Bodyguard, Fingering, Anal, Royalty, StockingStuffer2022, Stocking Stuffer, Christmas, Holiday,