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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.

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I usually do my own annual Christmas themed stories around this time of the year regardless, but I was happy to find out that someone else also has the spirit of the season! So, this year, I am throwing my hat in with Terinastiger's Stocking Stuffer Christmas list! You can find out more about the stocking stuffer event over here in their journal https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10728053/like I did.

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"Goddamit Lilian, this isn't what I asked you for! Now go back and redo this report from scratch and I expect it on my desk by 3pm tomorrow!" Viviane snarled as she slammed the thick manilla folder onto her already busy otter assistant's desk. The tall, slender Doberman, with the white streaked black hair and her designer glasses was dressed in a short red pencil skirt and white frilly blouse, looking like a sexier rendition of the cartoon villain Cruella de Ville; only she was actually a canine herself. The stiletto heels really did angle her hips just at the right angle to give her already pert behind a perfect heart shape which was to die for.

"But tomorrow is..." Lily began to speak, ignoring the fact her boss had gotten her name wrong again. It wasn't like she had been working for the Doberman for nearly a year already or anything, but Viviane Gere, or Bitch Gear as Lily referred to her outside of work, couldn't be bothered to even learn her name. Apparently, the canine cow didn't even care that tomorrow was Christmas either and expected her assistant to work through her favorite holiday of the year.

"Tomorrow is the last day you have to get this done, otherwise you're going to be looking for a new job!" Viviane cut Lily off from finishing whatever weak excuse she was undoubtedly about to come up with. With one last glaring growl at her subordinate to make sure she knew her place, the slender black and tan bitch stormed back into her office and slammed her doors shut.

Lily had given her everything for this job, she knew Viviane was the top in her field and there were at least a dozen other people who would kill to be in her position. But with the mediocre pay and the long hours, the young otter was beginning to wonder if it was worth the stress. She had even put off having a relationship for her job as "Bitch Gear" was so demanding and often would call after business hours to have her do something. Even worse, because of her demanding job, Lily hadn't even had the time to be intimate with anyone in so long that her heat cycles were starting to get worse and more intense. It was all she could do to stop herself from rubbing and grinding herself against even a well-placed corner of a desk some days.

Her boss's latest outburst was poorly timed too, as Lily was meant to be heading home for Christmas and she knew one of her old boyfriends lived close by. It would have been so easy to have a little fling with someone she had a history with and knew was a great lay as well, that and she was in the mood to be knotted by a big strong wolf again. Sadly, that nice juicy dog bone would have to remain unfucked this Christmas. Lily sighed as she scooped up her belongings and the thick manilla folder before she made her way to the elevator. It was too late to start anything now, so she guessed she would just tackle it first thing in the morning, while unwrapping the small gift she had gotten herself. At least that wouldn't go to waste, it was the first sex toy she had bought in ages and now it would be the closest thing she would get to a real dick anytime soon it seemed.

Viviane returned to her desk and slumped back in her chair, closing her eyes as she tried to calm down. She couldn't take much more of her new assistant's incompetence, it was a simple report for Godsake! With her lips starting to curl into a snarl, the Doberman decided she needed something to calm her nerves and reached over into one of her desk drawers to retrieve a glass and a very special bottle. The Macallan 1926 was her first gift to herself upon securing a multimillion-dollar deal, it was a symbol of all her hard work and sacrifice, something that useless river rat would never understand. Even as her nose wrinkled at the bitter taste, Viviane reminded herself that this was what success tasted like and she was successful. She had done whatever it took to reach these heights, sacrificed friendships and relationships, all in pursuit of being the best in her field. Viviane didn't even particularly like the taste of her drink; it was just the principal of the thing that mattered.

With a drawn-out sigh, the Doberman got up out of her seat and walked over to stare out of her thirteenth-floor office window, at the city spread out far below her. A frown creased her brow as she spotted more lights than usual outside her window, all over the city were various displays or red, white and green. When she looked down at her smart watch, she finally noticed the date, not that it mattered. She, more than anyone else out there, knew that Christmas was nothing more than one of the best marketing days in the world. The only way it could get better for her is if she donned a candy cane striped strapon and literally fucked random people with it while draining their bank accounts. The mere thought alone was enough to bring a faint smile to her lips.

That was when she saw it, a large dark horned shape with glowing red eyes standing behind her in the reflection of the window. Viviane yelped and spun around, but there was no one there, she was still alone in her office. "Must've been a trick of the lights..." the canine bitch tried to convince herself as she failed to notice the strange faint pungent smell lingering in her office, which hadn't been there a moment ago. Suddenly feeling weak, Viviane stumbled back to her desk and sat down, shakily raising her expensive whiskey to her lips and taking another nose wrinkling sip. For once she was actually glad for the burn on the way down, once it reached her stomach, it actually started to alleviate the sudden coldness in the pit of her belly she hadn't been fully aware of until now.

Movement out the corner of her eye suddenly caught her attention, but when she looked directly at it, there was nothing there. It was just the green tinsel the buildings cleaning staff had adorned her desk with to try spread some festive cheer, but she thought she had told them to take it off, hadn't she? There it was again, movement at the corner of her vision, making her turn her head to the left this time; still nothing but more tinsel. But there was something else as well, that faint pungent odor was back and seemed to be getting stronger, harder to ignore. Despite the expensive whiskey warming her insides, Viviane felt an odd cold chill seep into her core. As she reached across her desk for her desk phone, the Doberman simply intended to call security, not to do anything really, more so just to calm her nerves and confirm she was alone on her floor. She knew her useless assistant would have already left for the day and it was barely even nine at night.

As her tan furred hand reached toward her desk phone, something shot out and wrapped about her wrist with surprising strength. "What the fuck!?" Viviane yelped in surprise at what she was seeing, the damn tinsel was wrapped about her wrist as if it were a living serpent. When she reached out with her left hand to try free her right wrist, another length of tinsel shot forth and wrapped tightly around it too. The supernaturally strong tinsel refused to break or budge as she strained against its grip, for a moment she remained leaning over her desk as she fought to pull back against her bindings, but there was not enough give for her to sit upright again.

"Viviane Gere, you've been a very naughty girl this year" A deep rumbling voice sounded out, causing the canine to snap her head up and about as she searched for the source of it. There was no one there however, but she had definitely heard someone speak, hadn't she?

"Who's there? Is this some kind of sick joke? Come out now and I might not call the cops to throw your ass in jail!" she snarled and renewed her struggles against the tinsel.

"Naughty girls get punished" the voice spoke up right behind her, she even felt the persons hot breath against her clipped ear. If that wasn't bad enough, she felt more tinsel wrapping about her ankles below the desk, keeping her feet in place and spread wide as the bindings about her wrists began to pull her up and over the desk to lay across it with her arms stretched above her head. Though she couldn't see it, Viviane heard someone push her large plush office chair away from behind her, a moment before a very obviously male bulge pressed against the seat of her short red pencil skirt.

Lily sighed as she sat on her sofa in nothing but a large comfy knitted sweater, with a large mug of hot cocoa in her hands as she poured over her report she had been told to do over again. The otter hated the feeling of stuffy clothing rubbing against her fur, she often had to dress up for work and with long hours, she wanted nothing more than to strip naked and relax when she got home. It was only because of the cold and snow outside that she even wore the knitted sweater for some measure of warmth. The otter had promised herself she would only do her report tomorrow, but she thought seeing as she wasn't going anywhere tonight, she may as well start early. Dozens of pages were spread out across her coffee table in her lounge as she tried to find her mistake; her Spotify was already playing her favorite Christmas playlist and it was about as close to content as she could get under the circumstances.

As the otter poured over her work and slowly sipped her hot cocoa, time began to get away from her and soon midnight was upon her. The faint "Ho ho ho" she heard off in the distance was just assumed to be part of the Christmas music she was listening to, at least until Lily caught sight of black boots and red clothing out the corner of her eye. Slowly she turned her head to get a better look, her gaze gradually rising up along the large form until she was staring up at the smiling face of a rather large polar bear in a rather authentic looking Santa suit.

"Hello Lily, you should be asleep young lady" The bear rumbled in his deep voice.

"Santa?" The small slender otter stammered as she shot up to her feet and stared up at him. It wasn't something she advertised to the world at large, but Lily had never lost her inner child and did actually still believe in big red. It was part of what made her such a good and wholesome person, she had managed to hold onto her innocent childlike wonder. Or at least part of it, she was still a grown woman after all and had experienced some more adult parts of life.

"Yes, it's me. My oh my, you've grown since I saw you last and you were still playing with dolls" The old bear noted with an appreciative gaze at the smaller woman. Lily was slender perhaps, but even under the thick knitted sweater her curves were hard to ignore. She did fill a sweater rather well, along with having a near perfect hourglass figure. Her long blond hair was done in a tight ponytail which reached to just below her shoulders and complimented her deep blue eyes. Under normal circumstances, Lily would have been alarmed at having a strange man suddenly appear in her apartment unannounced and so late at night. But the large bear exuded a calming and rather jolly aura, just as one would expect from the real Santa Claus.

The way the bear was looking at her sent an excited shiver down her spine as she smiled back at him. It certainly didn't help that she had a thing for older guys and they didn't really get much older than Santa. That and the polar bear was rocking that typical dadbod she so loved on a guy, strong arms with a muscle gut, perfect to toss her around the bedroom then cuddle her after he was done with her. It was giving her all sorts of inappropriate ideas; ideas she was finally old enough to act upon. "Sorry Santa, I don't have any milk and cookies for you to eat...well...I do have one cookie you might enjoy eating actually?" the otter teased as she slowly gripped the bottom of her large knitted sweater to lift up about her waist and expose her bare crotch to the polar bear.

"Oh Lily, that's naughty..." Santa rumbled as he stared wide eyed at the others snug looking slit bared so brazenly for him.

"I won't tell, if you won't?" Lily replied with a grin, giggling a moment later when Santa almost pounced her backward onto her sofa. The horny old man apparently didn't need much encouragement as he soon had her thighs up around his shoulders while he slathered her needy cunt with his long soft tongue and made the otter squeal while she gripped at his ears to try tug him in harder. Goddamn she loved the chubby guys, they always knew how to eat!

"Stop that! Get your tongue out of there!" Viviane snarled as the stranger knelt behind her after having pushed her short skirt up about her waist and ripped her expensive Victoria secret panties clean off of her. Now the bastard was forcing her short-docked tail up out the way with one hand, while the other crudely spread her buttocks so his long slippery tongue could worm and slither over her nethers and beneath her tail. With the tinsel keeping her stretched over her desk, she couldn't turn to see the stranger properly, she had only managed to get a glimpse of his goatlike horns. She knew he wasn't only a goat though, judging by that damned long tongue slobbering all over her cunt and asshole, he must've been part bear or giraffe even.

"Not until you've learned your lesson!" the harsh growly voice called out behind her as his hand raised briefly, before it came crashing down on her left buttock with a firm grope and spread her once again.

"Fuck younnngh!" Viviane tried to growl back, but her words were cut short when the stranger's long tongue managed to slip past the tightly clenched barrier of her tail hole and suddenly, she was being tongue fucked up her ass. "S...stop...I don't..." she tried to reason with him, but it was clear either he wasn't listening, or he just didn't care. Either way, the Doberman huffed and growled as she had the first ever object penetrate beneath her tail. She supposed it could be worse, at least it was just a tongue, a long soft tongue. Still, she couldn't free herself, the tinsel felt like steel wire around her wrists and ankles, not giving even a fraction of an inch as she strained against it. Viviane was well and truly at the stranger's mercy as he did what he wanted with her, there wasn't even anyone else left on her floor she could call out to for help. Even the phone on her desk was just out of reach, if she could just reach over and press the panic button, security would storm her office and come to her rescue. But when she reached out to try even touch the phone, the tinsel just tightened even more and stretched the canine further over the table as if she were a prisoner stretched out on the rack.

Viviane felt her cheeks begin to glow with shame and humiliation, but also something else she did not want to admit. The strangers long thick tongue was beginning to pump in and out of her behind while his large clawed hands lightly spanked and groped at her buttocks. It was embarrassing enough having someone explore that part of her body, especially without her permission. But what was even worse was the fact that it didn't feel entirely bad or disgusting. Yes, the slimy tongue did feel disgusting, but in an exciting way she never would have expected. The Doberman closed her eyes as she tried to hold onto the anger and disgusted part of what she was feeling, but the longer the stranger tongue fucked her little dark pucker, the better it began to feel. Enough so that even she could feel the growing dampness between her thighs, at first, she had tried to convince herself what she was feeling dripping to the floor below was just the strangers saliva. But even she had to admit that this was turning her on far more than she cared to admit, there was an uncomfortable warmth and growing need starting to boil over within her core and...goddamit...she wanted more.

Lily's cunt still tingled after the tongue lashing she had received from Santa, which meant she was more than willing and eager to return the favor. As expected, big red was packing something big and tasty for her to suck on. With her head bobbing eagerly up and down in the polar bears lap, the bruin reached over with a large hand to tug the back of her knitted jersey up and over her tail and pert behind. His thick fingers brushed across her buttock and further below to find her rather warm gooey and slick pussy to begin playing with her a little. It was around that point the big white bear noticed the gift the otter had bought and wrapped for herself sitting under her tree, instantly he knew what was inside. With a wiggle of his nose and a beckoning motion from his other hand, the gift magically appeared in his grasp. The wrapping separated with ease, not so much as a tear on the thin paper as Santa retrieved the rubber imitation canine cock.

Lily was too preoccupied by her sucking of a nice thick cock to notice what the bear was doing, not until she felt the tip of the fake cock being teased between her folds a moment before she was suddenly filled from behind. Her eyes closed briefly as they rolled into the back of her head, along with a lewd groan when she was filled from both ends. As her muzzle resumed the up and down bobbing motion, Santa's grip on the toy would match the pace as he fucked the slinky little otter pussy with her own Christmas gift to herself. Soon the lewd wet schlick sounds began to fill the silences between the Christmas songs on the seemingly never-ending playlist. Even after another climax or two of her own from being double stuffed, Lily was determined to earn herself a salty messy treat from the big bear before he hopefully stretched her needy cunt with his bitch breaker of a cock.

After fighting and losing the struggle not to cum from having her ass eaten by a stranger, Viviane finally felt the slick tongue retreat from the tight confines of her behind. Though her relief was short lived as something harder jammed beneath her tail and began pumping in and out of her; the fucking bastard was now fingering her spit slicked asshole! However, her anger at having her butt penetrated by the swine's digits was short lived when something hot and heavy slapped down against her muzzle. The Doberman hadn't realized she had even closed her eyes until she opened them again to see what was now resting against her muzzle. A cock, a big cock, a big and very real cock was now resting right across her snout and filling her field of view!

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, so best you suck it, because naughty girls don't get lube" the stranger snarled down at her, finally letting her see him. He was large, far larger than she had initially thought. He looked odd as well, there were indeed goat horns atop his head, but he looked more like a mixture of goat and mostly wolf, yet somehow with a matted lion's mane about his neck. He was very well toned but also shaggy; most disturbing was his glowing red eyes however. They never seemed to blink as he stared down at her, his look sent a shiver down her spine that made her want to curl into a protective ball until he went away. Viviane's clipped ears lay flat and submissively against her short white striped black hair as she stared up at him; something told her he wasn't joking.

Reluctantly she parted her lips and soon the stranger was forcing an uncomfortably thick cock down her throat. She wasn't new to sucking dick, she was just never a fan of it and had never bothered trying to get any good at it. So, when his blunt tip tickled her tonsils, Viviane nearly gagged on him. Not that it stopped or even slowed the stranger down any, he simply continued to face fuck her while his fingers pumped and worked her tightly clenched tail hole open for what was to come. When his shaggy crotch fur bumped against her nose every time he hilted her muzzle, the Doberman got a good dose of his earthy scent. He smelled oddly like damp undergrowth in a forest, notes of soil and dry tree bark filled her nose. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, but it wasn't something she wanted to smell either. Especially not when she was being forced to suck his cock, a member which was by far easily the biggest she had ever seen, let alone been forced to deepthroat. Soon too she was about to lose her anal virginity to this monster, all in the name of some insane definition of being naughty.

Lily had gotten her salty reward; Santa's seed had tasted even better than she could have imagined. It had tasted almost like the most luxurious eggnog mixed with an aftertaste of peppermint candy. Thankfully, even after the impressive load she had swallowed, the bear didn't show any signs of going soft on her. Without asking, she had climbed up into his lap and straddled him, pressing her lips to the large white ursine's as she sunk her snug little pussy down on his prick, without protection. Santa didn't seem to mind regardless as he groaned into their kiss, his hips bucking up a little against her as he clapped one large hand down on her pert behind to help her ride him. Ride him she did, slow and shallow at first, but soon she was bouncing with abandon on the bear's turgid fleshy spear as it split her cunt wide. She loved how the girthy bear cock filled and stretched her cunt, it was exactly what her heat craved and demanded.

Lily's eyes popped open to stare at the grinning Santa beneath her; there was something nudging under her tail insistently. "Relax, you'll enjoy this" the bear huffed and growled playfully up at the otter as her riding motions slowed down. She trusted him, so with a nod she lifted her tail for the bear and let him proceed. With the utmost care and gentleness, Santa began to slowly work her own Christmas gift under her tail and past the snug little pink opening of her asshole. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much or at all how she expected, perhaps because it was already slick from their earlier play, along with just how aroused she was.

With his one hand on her behind, the bear urged the otter to resume riding him. Only now, every time she sunk down onto him and lifted back up, the toy began to work a little deeper beneath her tail. Eventually she would feel the entire length sinking up her back passage, making it feel as if she were being double teamed by the bear and another partner. It was strangely erotic, she had never fantasized of such things before, she hadn't even had enough curiosity to try so much as a finger back there either. But now that she was being double stuffed this way, she felt it was something she probably would want to pursue again in the future. Not in the least because she felt like what seemed to be a white-hot ball of pleasure that quickly turned into the most intense climax she had ever had in her entire life. Enough so that when she felt the bear explode inside her, she passed out to the sensation of hot virile bear seed painting her insides as white as the landscape outside her windows thanks to the heavy snowfall.

"Fuuuuck..." Viviane whimpered as the Krampus stood behind her, his clawed hands roughly spreading her black and tan buttocks while his thick ebony spear began to push past the muscled opening of her tail hole. Even with as much spit and saliva as she had tried to slather his cock with, it didn't feel like nearly enough for what he was doing to her. She felt every thick veined inch of his ebony shaft as it slowly pushed in under her twitching stub of a tail, stretching out her little dark pucker and filling her guts uncomfortably. It hurt a little, but again, nowhere near as much as she thought or perhaps hoped it would. What she most hated about this moment however, was the fact that she could feel her pussy betray her. She couldn't shake the image of a honeypot dripping nectar to the floor as she felt herself almost boil over. As much as she wanted to hate this, because it was wrong and immoral, she couldn't stop herself from trying to rub her thighs together either. But it was pointless, the tinsel about her ankles kept her thighs spread just enough to make that impossible to do. So, reluctantly, the Doberman did her best not to groan or give any audible cues to the stranger that she was almost enjoying her punishment.

Even when his hips finally met her pert buttocks and he had managed to sheath his impressive length up her back passage, it was all Viviane could do not to groan out in a sultry tone. With his sharp claws pricking against her waist and hips, the Krampus began to withdraw himself from the tight Doberman bitch behind, momentarily leaving her feeling uncomfortably empty. "Oh fuck, oh shit..." she began to pant out unwittingly when he suddenly began rutting her like a bitch in heat without warning. His strong hips clapped against her behind as he fucked the naughty bitch hard and rough to teach her a lesson. "No...noo...nooo" Viviane cried out when she felt an unwanted climax rapidly approach, she didn't want to cum, not like this. But it was of no use, the Krampus wasn't slowing down, nor did he care about what she wanted. The Doberman strained against the tinsel holding her in place as she fought to escape the embarrassing pleasure being forced on her, but it was of no use. With a shuddered and unintelligible groan, she came harder than she had ever before in her life. The sound of the Krampus's evil laughter was the last thing she heard before darkness claimed her.

Lily yawned as she sat up on her sofa, arms stretching high above her as she shook herself awake. She had had the craziest dream lastnight, about Santa of all people. Surely it couldn't have been real, but then she did feel oddly satisfied, like she had just enjoyed the best sex of her young adult life. But surely that mustn't have been the case, because she had obviously just worked through the night. Why else would her report be compiled and ready, sitting in the same manilla folder on the center of her coffee table? Her gaze raised from the manilla folder as she spotted something else that was amiss, there were now two gifts beneath her Christmas tree. One she recognized, the other she did not. But, seeing as it was officially Christmas morning, Lily felt no shame in opening her gifts regardless. As expected, the one she recognized was the sex toy she had purchased for herself. The other gift however, was also a sex toy, but one she did not recognize. Or to be more accurate, she did recognize the size and shape of it, but it was not one she had purchased for herself, it merely resembled the one which she had enjoyed in her dream. There was a little card attached to the gift as well which read "To Lily, thank you for the delicious cookie and being a delightful Ho ho ho. See you next year! Love S."

Viviane awoke with a snort and a groan, her bleary eyes opening to find herself still laying stretched across her desk. Only, now her limbs were not bound, had they been bound though? The empty bottle of expensive whiskey laying on its side beside her seemed to suggest otherwise, perhaps it was all just an alcohol fueled fever dream. There was an odd taste in her mouth though, one she wasn't entirely sure was from the whiskey either, especially when she slumped back into her plush office chair and was alerted to a definite ache beneath her tail. Her last hope of the scattered memories of the previous night being anything but a dream was dashed when she noticed something on the corner of her desk. There was a large lump of coal sitting atop what appeared to be a polaroid picture. Viviane's eyes went wide as she retrieved the image which had been taken from an upward facing down angle from behind her, she knew it was her in the image because she was still wearing the same outfit and she recognized her desk. What was more concerning was the image very clearly showed her with a thick ebony length hilted beneath her tail, but it was taken in such an angle that her restraints could not be seen and it looked entirely consensual too. On the back of the polaroid was a simple message scrawled in barely legible handwriting "Be a good girl or I'll visit again next year, K."