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Seven pages and some change. Didn't mean for it to be so long, but if I wanted the story to be in 4 parts, I needed to fit extras into this chapter. No elf anatomy in this ('cuz no elf sex), but probably in the next part.

As Kris trudged through the snow, he planned out his words when he finally confronted his wife. Despite her age, she was much quicker of wit than one would expect. She was also cold, calculating, and manipulative, which is probably how she managed to wrangle his affections. So as he trudged, he considered what he would say to her. He also considered why the hell an enchanted walkway, meant to keep snow from piling up, allowed it to pile up to nine inches.

'Honey, we need to talk,' he said mentally. His wife, a young, beautiful, busty woman who radiated sexual desire, came out from the kitchen, where she had been preparing quite a feast for her man.

'Yes, oh love of my life?' she asked sweetly. 'If it's about your coat, don't worry. I finished attaching those snack storage pockets like you wanted. And I've already filled them with stay-fresh cookies of many varieties. They're good and good for you.'

'Ah, sweetheart,' he replied. 'I love you.' He crossed the room and took her in his arms, kissing her lips ardently. She returned the kiss just as passionately, grinding her almost obscenely large breasts against his chest. They would have gone further had the egg timer in the kitchen not dinged.

'Oh my,' said Mrs. Kringle, breathlessly. 'Best not get distracted again, else dinner will burn.' She traced a finger along Kris' chest. 'But later, we can get as distracted as we like...' She winked at him. 'Now, what was it you wanted, dear?'

'I...don't recall...' he responded, watching as she turned her back to him, swaying her hips hypnotically...

"That's exactly how it'll go!" he cried, a grin on his face as he made it to his front door. He went inside.

The smell of old hit his nose like a bat to the face. His fantasy was shattered by this reminder that his wife was very old now, hopeless in the kitchen, had never been busty, and slept with him only to get her way. His wife was in a rocking chair along the wall, covered in shadows, her book in her lap. Obviously, she'd heard him and was waiting. Kris steeled himself.

"Amy, we need to talk," he said firmly. The old bitch (technically a collie) said nothing, so Kris continued. "Look, when we first got married, all those years ago, we were madly in love. Remember?" She said nothing. "We took our vows seriously, even though I'm naturally immortal and you, my loving wife, were made immortal by a spell. All those years were great. We had fun, didn't we? Every now and again, I'd hitch up the reindeer and we'd head off to some secluded corner of the world for a little R & R. I kept my nose of your business because it was your business. But then you started poking around at mine. You forced me to underfeed me deer! Poor Dancer collapsed last Christmas mid-delivery, and we didn't finish our run. And the elves! You made Fantina cry! She never had a problem with you until you decided to scale back the elves' food. Those elves wind up working sixty-three hour days sometimes, and they couldn't even get a decent meal! I didn't care about my going on a diet. I was getting really pudgy and needed it, but they didn't deserve it. And you had absolutely NO right to threaten my elves like you did. So, I've decided. We're getting a divorce." Throughout the course of the conversation, Kris had paced back and forth, waving his arms as he shouted. When he at last finished his tirade, he paused, waiting for Amy to respond. She did not.

"Damnit, say something!" he shouted. She said nothing. Kris clapped his hands, activating the Clapper lights beside the chair. Immediately Amy Kringle was illuminated. Kris frowned at her for a few moments, before realizing her chest wasn't rising and falling. He moved slowly up to her, then reached out a hand and pressed it to her neck, feeling for a pulse. Nothing.

Amy Kringle, Mrs. Klaus, had died.

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The week passed in a blur. Kris continued to work as hard as he could, not especially bothered by the death of his wife. Every Mrs. Klaus eventually wanted to die, and he would remove their immortality for them. Amy, however, had had hers removed by the reindeer fifty years previously in protest to the rationing of their food. Kris knew this, yet had neither informed her nor replaced the spell. He'd thought a few years of aging would straighten her out. It hadn't.

Kris tended to his workers with a will, serving them all the food they could handle and, in apology for his wife's tyranny, promoted Comet to the role of 'Mrs. Klaus Finder'. Kris had imbued the reindeer with the ability to sense good Mrs. Klaus candidates, which there were less of than one would think, so that the mistake he had made last would not be made again. He had also taken a bit of Comet's magic dust, which he had enchanted to glow when he drew near the new Mrs. Klaus.

Comet had been so excited by her promotion that she started prancing around the ceiling, only stopping when her short horns collided with a beam and got stuck.

But now it was Christmas Eve, and his sack of presents was being loaded into the sleigh. All the movies and stories made it seem like Santa went out with just his sack and reindeer, but this wasn't so. He'd discovered centuries before that if he brought along help he could get done twice as fast. Or, in this case, five times.

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme. Four elf sisters (technically all the elves were sisters except Fantina, who was their mother) that were jokingly called the Scarborough Fair. Earlier in the year, Santa had wound up with a copy of Bayonetta, and upon reading the names of her main guns, had nicknamed the sisters thus. It stuck.

They were already buckled into the sleigh and were awaiting Santa's arrival. When Santa made his way to his sleigh, dressed in his good suit, Fantina stopped him before he could board. She motioned with her fingers for him to bend down. When he had done so, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"For luck," she said with a smile. Then the smile melted into a frown. "Now get your ass moving!" Kris laughed as he climbed into the sleigh. He checked to make sure everything and everyone was secured, then clicked his seatbelt on.

Taking hold of the reins, he gave them a single flick. "Now Dasher!" he cried. Dasher perked up, body radiating mystical force. "Now Dancer!" So too did Dancer, limbering. "Now Prancer and Vixen!" Prancer pawed the ground, while Vixen took on a chameleon color. "On Comet, on Cupid!" Comet stretched out, radiating a faint fiery glow, while Cupid radiated an aura that turned away attention. "On Donder and Blitzen!" Donder and Blitzen, German for Thunder and Lightning, began pulsing with energy, sending it up and down the reins, empowering the others. "Light it up, Rudolph!" cried Santa. The youngest of his reindeer team, Rudolph was the lead for the simple fact that his magic was the strongest, which was why he had been born with a bright red nose. This nose began to glow like a small sun, spreading red light across the Pole.

Slowly, Santa's sleigh rose into the air. With another flick of the wrist, they were gone.

Or rather, they had moved so fast that it seemed they simply disappeared. In truth, they had achieved the speed of light for an instant, enough to shoot them from the North Pole all the way to the tip of Chile, where they shot down into first town.

Moving so fast, one might wonder why they didn't make a colossal sonic boom as they moved. They did not because of the powers of the different reindeer. Each reindeer was magical, but in a different way.

Dasher was speed, the one who brought the team to top speed (the speed of light), while Prancer, being the most agile, caused the sleigh to dodge the different molecules that made up the air, preventing the sonic boom. Dancer was the most controlled, as evidenced by her slowing at exactly the right moment to both avoid a catastrophic crash and to bring them in to their target.

The sleigh landed in the middle of town, and Kris and the Scarborough Fair quickly grabbed the required presents from his magic bag. Using their own magic, they zipped through the town at impossible speeds, delivering toys without disturbing anyone.

While the sleigh sat waiting for them to return, Vixen used her power to disguise the vehicle as a mound of snow, while Cupid's aura expanded, turning attention away from them. Donder and Blitzen, being the living batteries of the sleigh team, recharged the others as swiftly as possible.

Within minutes, the presents had been delivered, and they were underway again. As they headed off into the night sky, Comet's glow gave the impression of a shooting star, both hiding their true nature to the naked eye and also scrambling machines that were attempting to spy on them. And zip, they were at the next town.

In this manner, they hit every town in the world, delivering presents to the good children who believed in Santa Claus. However, one must wonder how they did so, when they had to deliver in places where the sun was high. This was Rudolph's domain. Born in the late 30's, he was the youngest reindeer by several centuries. But what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with his power: Time Manipulation, a very devious power that allowed Santa and his team to skip backward in time far enough to complete some of the more complicated deliveries. Kris had to be sure to use it sparingly, since it was very draining for the young deer, but many times it couldn't be helped.

After twenty hours, they had finished their delivery run, ending in Australia. Just before they moved into light speed, Comet gave a cry. "I sense something!" she shouted. "Point 4673G!" This was a location in the United States, somewhere in the Midwest. Though exhausted, Kris knew better than to ignore the reindeer's sense. So with a flick of the reins, they shot through the night.

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Three in the morning. An ungodly hour. Kris should have been back at the North Pole by now, yet here he was, sneaking down the chimney of yet another possible Mrs. Klaus, one of sixty others over the course of the night. The house was silent, which might be odd for a group home. This particular home was a place for kids who had nowhere else to go. If the Mrs. Klaus candidate happened to run the home, he would have to give her a miss, since she would do more good here than secluded in the Pole.

But no, he passed the resident manager's office without Comet's magic dust glowing. He continued on, passing many rooms along the way, the dust remaining dark. He was about to give it up when the dust began to glow red, faintly at first, then with greater intensity. Kris stopped, then turned in place, orienting the glowing dust. As he turned full circle, the dust darkened slightly before glowing like a miniature sun as he faced a door. Carefully, quietly, he moved up to it and pressed an ear to it.

A loud moan caused him to jerk back in surprise, but when he put his ear to the door again, he heard a soft, wet, squelching sound. A soft cry came from the room's occupant, and Kris slowly turned the door knob and cracked the door soundlessly. He peeked through the crack.

What a sight greeted him! A black-furred rump faced the door from a small bed, tail high as two fingers delved into a juicy cunt. A mewling moan came from the other end. Kris slid into the room silently, closing the door just as soundlessly as he opened it. The fur on the bed took no notice of the tall, white-and-red stranger standing before the only exit to her room.

As he watched the girl masturbate, Kris flipped through his mental Naught/Nice list, trying to place this girl. Though 'girl' hardly described her; indeed, 'young woman' was a much more apt description. His list brought up her name: Tabitha 'Tabby' Stone, a black panther girl of seventeen years. She was neutral on his list, being equally naughty and nice. The private show she was giving Santa Claus didn't tilt the scale either way, as it was both 'Naughty' and 'Niiiiiice'.

Gradually, the girl's fingers slowed as she became aware of another presence in her room. Eyes widening with horror, she peered over her shoulder, yellow eyes cutting through the darkness to the wolf standing at the door. She took a deep breath.

Realizing what was about to happen, Kris quickly gestured with one hand. A wave of sparkles leapt from nowhere and struck Tabitha in the face, so when she screamed a moment later, no sound came out. She held her throat in surprise, gasping silently as she panicked. Kris crossed the short distance to her, then laid a hand on her head. His hand dwarfed her head, and she relaxed. Of course, it didn't hurt that Kris had filled his hand with soothing magic before performing the gesture.

"It's alright, Tabitha," he whispered. She gasped silently. He knelt in front of her. "I'm not here to peep on you, and I won't tell anyone what I saw, so you can relax." He chuckled softly. "Not that I didn't appreciate the show. Now, if I let you speak again, will you promise to keep quiet?" She nodded.

With another gesture, the sparkles withdrew from her, unsealing her power of speech. Tentatively, she asked the only question on her mind. "Who are you?"

He smiled gently. "My name is Kris Kringle. I'm Santa Claus." Though he had spoken seriously, Tabitha pushed her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing.

"Santa," she said, still resisting the urge to laugh. "You're Santa?"

"You doubt me?" he asked with a frown. She started giggling despite herself. Slightly annoyed, Kris made a gesture with his hand. Suddenly, the whole room was covered in Christmas decorations, with a large Christmas tree in the corner, covered in lights and ornaments. Tabitha immediately stopped laughing.

"Y-you're really Santa?" she asked. Kris nodded with a smile. She threw her arms around him. "I knew you were real, Santa!" she cried. Kris returned her hug gently.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the wall. Kris and Tabitha froze, quiet as mice. The pounding seemed to be from next door. Indeed, the occupant of the next room yelled out, "QUIET DOWN! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" at the top of his lungs.

Kris growled softly, then made an elaborate gesture, sending sparkles of magic throughout the building, sending everyone but Tabitha into a deep sleep. Tabitha listened in wonder as the sounds of snoring filled the usually silent halls. She turned to look at Kris.

"What are you doing here, Santa?" she asked quietly. Kris sighed.

"I'm looking for a new Mrs. Claus," he replied.

"A new Mrs. Claus? What happened to the old one?"

"She died."

"Oh..." she replied softly. Kris did not elaborate, and Tabitha did not ask further. Instead, she asked a different question. "Where is your new Mrs. Claus?"

Kris half-smiled. "I'm not real sure. One of my reindeer cooked up a spell that causes a bottle of dust to glow when I'm close to a candidate, but so far tonight all I've had are duds." And such disappointing duds. After the last one, Comet was almost in tears from embarrassment; the last candidate had been male.

"Can I see?" asked Tabitha. Kris nodded and held up the glowing bottle. As she reached out and took it, the dust within flared, filling the room with light. As the glow died down, with both wolf and panther blinking spots out of their eyes, Kris saw that the glow had changed colors from red to green. Astonishment must have shown on his face, because Tabitha asked, "What is it?"

"This dust is an indicator for the next Mrs. Claus," Kris explained. "It only changes colors in the presence of one suitable to be Mrs. Claus." He hadn't had this useful tool for Amy. He'd relied on his own instincts, and wound up with a harpy for a wife.

"Me?" she asked, blushing invisibly beneath her fur.

"You," he replied. "If you want to be."

She mewed with delight and hugged him again. Kris returned the hug tightly, holding her against himself. He noted that she was, on the hole, more huggable than his previous wife. She also smelled nicer, the knowledge assaulting his nose as it pressed into her neck.

"If you're going to be my new Mrs. Claus," said Kris, "we'd best get you to the North Pole. Come with me." He broke away from Tabitha and stood, a hand extended to her. She took it with a smile, letting him pull her into a standing position.

Kris tugged on her arm with a smile, pulling her into his chest. Then, laying a finger next to his nose, he nodded. Suddenly, they were flying up through the ceiling, phasing through the different floors and rooms of the three-story building, before winding up on the roof. As soon as they solidified, Tabitha realized three things: first, she wasn't wearing winter gear. Second, the wind was creating a cold draft between her legs. Third, she was lacking pants. She immediately crouched down, pulling her night shirt down over her knees to hide her nakedness.

Kris laughed as he knelt, looping one arm around her legs while the other rested behind her neck. With one quick motion, he hefted her into his arms, Tabitha giggling while she shivered. Though she was covered in fur, she was a creature native to warmer climes. The subzero temperatures were getting to her.

Faster than the eye could follow, Kris leapt from the roof and landed on the street. Seconds later, he stopped at his sleigh, which was out of sight a few blocks away. The others were waiting impatiently for his arrival.

"Where have you been, Santa?" demanded Parsley, fists on her hips.

"Took ya long enough," said Sage, taking a last drag from her mint cigarette before tossing it to the ground.

"Who's that?" asked Rosemary, peering at Tabitha.

"Santa, you monster!" cried Thyme, completely misconstruing the situation.

Kris took a step back in surprise. "I-it's not what you think!" he yelled, losing his cool.

Tabitha turned her head to the elves, an impish smile on her face. "It's exactly what you think," she said with a giggle. Thyme looked scandalized. Then Tabitha continued. "I'm the new Mrs. Claus," she finished, showing the vial of green dust. The elves were silent, the deer indifferent, each for a moment. Then a great cheer rose from the thirteen North Pole denizens, shattering the stillness of the night.

A light came on in the house next to them. Kris and the elves quickly boarded the sleigh, Parsley and Sage taking the reigns. They quickly lashed them as the window the light had shone through opened and the house's occupant stuck his head out into the street. Thanks to Cupid's diversion aura, the man looked the opposite direction first, giving them enough time to get airborne.

As the sleigh reached cruising altitude, Kris looked down at Tabitha. She was smiling up at him, her lips begging for a kiss. He obliged, leaning down and laying a lustful kiss on her lips. This was how he discovered just how cold she was. Her whole body vibrated with her shivers, which transferred into him through their connection. He broke away, glancing around. His eyes fell on his empty bag.

"Tabitha is cold," he said. "I'm going to take her into the bag to keep warm." For the magic bag was also quite warm, being both magic and well insulated. He stood from his seat in the sleigh, causing Tabitha to hide her face in his chest; it seemed she wasn't one for heights. He climbed over the seat easily, nodding to Rosemary and Thyme as they opened the bag wide for them. He set Tabitha inside, then turned back to his elfin drivers. "Take your time headed home, ladies and gents."

"But Santa!" shouted Vixen, hearing him from her place on the line. "What about the after party?!"

Kris chuckled. "Don't worry. We can have it later today; it doesn't have to come right after we get back. I think we would all enjoy a good rest." Without waiting for a response, he shed his coat and climbed into the bag. Obligingly, Rosemary and Thyme pulled the drawstrings as soon as he was inside, giving him the privacy they knew he wanted. As soon as he was inside, they rifled his coat pockets for uneaten snacks to share between them. This was custom.

As soon the drawstrings were pulled, the interior of the sack was dark. With a flick of wrist and hand, a light appeared, illuminating the contents of the sack, the contents being only himself and Tabitha.

Ah, Tabitha! She sat at the bottom of the bag, legs spread invitingly, long black hair tossed over one shoulder fetchingly. She started purring as Kris walked downhill towards her. As he drew closer, she cross-grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off, tossing it in a heap a short distance away.

Kris kicked off his boots as he went, then lost his balance, rolling the rest of the down to Tabitha. Totally accidentally (though it may have looked like it had been planned), Kris flopped on top of his new Mrs. Claus, his larger body pinning her down. She giggled madly as Kris looked down at her, embarrassed.

He leaned down to kiss her again, but this time she placed a finger to his lips. "Before we continue," she said, "we have to get one thing straight." Kris nodded, dreading what she would say. "You have to call me Tabby." He cocked his head with a grin.

"Tabby," he whispered, kissing her lips. "Tabby," he whispered, kissing her neck. "Tabby," he whispered, nipping at her throat. Tabby placed her hands on the back of his head, holding him against her as he waxed affectionate.

"Oh, Santa," she whimpered, as his kisses and nips found her small breasts.

He lifted his head from her chest briefly. "Kris," he corrected. "Santa's just a title. Call me Kris." With that, he returned to her body, beginning to lick his way down.

"Kris," she moaned as he reached her nether lips. The man named gave a deep lick to her flower, tasting the exterior before spreading it with two fingers. Another lick brought a small flood of nectar from her; apparently her efforts from only a few minutes ago hadn't lost their effect on her body. It simply made things easier in Kris' opinion.

He sat back and tugged off his shirt. Tabby watched as he did so, a frown appearing when his chest was exposed. She sat up and rubbed a hand down his belly, feeling the smooth muscles. Kris could see she was disappointed.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling her close to him.

"I thought Santa was supposed to be fat," she replied, grabbing his tight butt, hoping to find some fat.

"Unfortunately, I've been on a diet for the last twenty years. There are no fat people in the North Pole."

"Oh..." and there was the disappointment again.

Kris smiled. "If you want a fat Santa, I can start eating again." Oh, the hardship, he thought sarcastically. If all it took to make his new Mrs. Claus happy was for him to put on some weight, he wasn't going to complain.

She gave a cry of happiness, throwing herself against him, knocking him over. While in this state, she took hold of the waistband of his loose pants and pulled, drawing them down from his waist, exposing his ruby red erection to the outside air. Tabby stared at it like it was a poisonous snake; she had never seen a real penis in her life. Suddenly, she was lost as to what to do.

Kris sat up and took her by her shoulders, pulling her down beside him. She allowed it, nuzzling into him as he drew her closer. He gave her a gentle lick on top of her muzzle, carefully outlining some of her nearly-invisible spots.

With a gentle motion, he rolled, bringing himself on top of her, arms braced to the sides to keep his full weight off her, knees between her spread legs. She gazed up at him, feeling flushed, the blushing virgin bride.

"May I," asked Kris softly. Tabby nodded.

He took hold of her waist, and raised her up slightly, then guided his rooster to her cat, sliding slowly into her body. Tabby was thankful she had taken up masturbation as her hobby; in the group home there wasn't much else to do. Her ministrations had widened her opening enough that when Kris pressed himself inside, there was no pain, no bleeding. Instead, there was a pleasant stretching sensation as he went deeper into her, filling her in a way her fingers could never.

When he finally hilted within her, knot still outside, he looked down at his soon-to-be new wife. The look of ecstasy on her face gave him all the incentive he needed. He drew his hips back, then pushed himself in again, beginning a rhythm of thrusting that soon drove Tabby to moaning his name.

"Krrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssss!" she moaned loudly, as Kris leaned over her, nipping at her neck again. She pulled him close, licking at his ears as he continued to take her virginity for himself.

Minutes passed, wolf pounding panther as swiftly as he could, to the point where he was moving magically fast, body a blur of motion as he pummeled her insides. Tabby couldn't get a word out as her lover rearranged her insides around his cock. She did manage a wordless cry as she came hard, much harder than every before in her life, leaving her mind stranded on cloud nine.

Kris was panting by this time, his thrusts getting harder. "T-tabby," he said softly. She looked up at him with peaceful eyes. "M-may I t-t-tie you?" he asked. Tabby had heard of a 'tie', where a canine's 'knot' entered a female's body, locking them in place. She smiled and nodded.

Kris took immediate action. One good thrust, and his knot passed into Tabby's cunt, tearing the edge of her hymen slightly, a small bit of blood leaking as Kris finished their consummation. Tabby cried out again as her soon-to-be husband's knot ballooned within her, causing her to cum again, soaking her entire being in liquid bliss, even as Kris threw his head back and howled, seed exploding into the panther.

Kris held himself up as best he was able, weakened as he was from the force of his orgasm. Carefully, he lowered himself completely on top of Tabby, then, with an arm around her back, he rolled so that he was supporting her weight instead of vice versa. Tabby looked up at him with a fulfilled smile, and Kris leaned in to kiss her once more.

With another flick of his wrist, the light went out and so did they, dropping off into slumber as the sleigh drove through the sky, sleigh bells ringing a lullaby for the pair.