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Santa Paws Written by Leo_Todrius Excerpts Written by Gotommax Commissioned by Gotommax

The howling winds ripped along at the high altitude, peppering the traveler with snow at the speeds of bullets. It was the worst storm the old man had seen in centuries. The tail of his red hat whipped about, held on by sheer force of magic alone. At least the elves had convinced Santa to take goggles. Ahead of the old man the reindeer struggled against the wind, their hooves digging into the empty air as their antlers sliced through the hair. As far as the reindeer were concerned, this was one time when having their antlers fall of like natural reindeer would have been an improvement.

"Alright boys, take us down... We better be there by now." Santa called out, giving the reins a firm tug. The sleigh descended, dropping through layer after layer of clouds before the sleigh shot through the blizzard itself. Santa had visited almost every home in the world, but there was one orphanage left in northern Canada that deserved a very special set of presents. He peered through the darkness, wiping his goggle lenses before guiding his reindeer to land on a broad old roof. They clattered to a stop as the sleigh touched down, coming to rest for the first time in a great many miles. Comet let out a huff before he collapsed on the roof to rest.

Santa grabbed his huge sack and climbed out of the sleigh, moving over to pet Comet's head and pat Vixen's. He then gripped the bag's drawstrings tightly before the bag hoisted upwards like a hot air balloon, carrying him to the building's old chimney. Then it was merely a matter of holding his arms tight to his body as he descended. The gushing air created a wake in the fire, letting him step down and then out of the chimney, ducking a bit as he emerged into the fine estate... or at least what had been a fine estate.

All the old manors in the area looked the same. They had been built generations ago and lived in ever since. There were still relics from the bygone era... Grandfather clocks, expensive chandelier, old furniture... Though the mansion was cold and dim. No doubt they were saving the heat for the upper floors where the good children were. Santa crept along the house, holding his sack by his hand. He was looking for the Christmas tree, for any sign of Christmas before he stopped, spotting a large gift on the table wrapped in silver paper with an unusual leather ribbon and bow. The label stuck to the bow said 'To Santa' on it.

After all the wind and snow and lightning, all of the turmoil it took to get there... Santa's heart radiated love and good tidings that the children would be so kind as to leave him a present himself. Santa reached into his bag and pulled out presents that had wrapped themselves and set them on the table, though they felt a bit heavy... Usually that feeling was coal, but he was sure bad children wouldn't leave him a present. Perhaps they loved rocks. With the presents distributed, there was little to do but to unwrap his own present.

With great care, Santa removed the leather ribbons from the package and lifted the lid off of the box, setting it aside. A great deal of tissue paper filled the box itself, obscuring the contents completely. Santa chuckled to the point his belly jiggled. They certainly had a flair for style. He reached in and started digging around, trying to find his gift before there was a soft 'shick' noise... and the sting of a needle entering his skin. Santa froze, startled for a moment. He pulled at the paper and tossed it aside before he found an auto-syringe mounted on a stand, made of stainless steel and glass, the chamber showing a few drops of a deep black liquid. The syringe had been discharged already... into him.

"Ho no no..." Santa muttered in despair, turning. He had to get to the sleigh, he had to get help. He took several steps back toward the fireplace before his legs gave out beneath him. He fell onto his hands and knees and tried to crawl, but even his arms gave out. Santa lay on the carpet, his thick chest rising and falling with breath, feeling a heat spread through his body... An intense, tingling heat. Santa's mind struggled to figure out who had done this... Had some corporation finally tired of his profit free interference? Had some child missed his single favorite gift and grown bitter enough to want revenge? Or had years of coal caught up with him?

Santa's red mittens dug at the carpet, trying to pull him toward the fireplace, at least until his fingers felt as if they were shattering. Santa roared out in pain as his fingers throbbed and pulsed before dark black claws began pushing through the mittens. Santa looked at his hand in confusion before he doubled over in pain. His boots grew tight as his feet swelled, stretching longer and wider and thicker. More pops came as the leather was punctured by more thick, curved black claws.

The man grunted and groaned, the sensations becoming even stronger. Beneath his layers of loveable fat, his body was starting to produce muscle at an astonishing rate. His arms thickened as his biceps and triceps swelled, his legs were thickening. Beneath his belly even his abs firmed, though that only pushed his stomach out more, making the belly look even bigger. Santa went to cry out in pain, but it came out in an almost delighted moan. Santa was shocked by his own reaction before he felt his nipples grow thicker and tougher. His shoulders throbbed and ached as they started stretching, bringing his robes to their limit.

The sound of his body expanding through the robes echoed through the mansion as bare shoulders emerged from ripping seams and thread. Santa's chest emerged, covered with a forest of white hair. His boots soon exploded, revealing his huge claw tipped feet, though something else was clearly at work. Portions of his feet and toes were swelling faster than the rest of him, pushing into thick leathery pads. His fingertips and palms had them as well. Santa opened his mouth to call out to the reindeer but his voice fell short as his entire mouth started to change. His teeth began stretching into fangs, growing quite sharp... but they were also growing wider and larger as well.

As if to make room for his larger teeth, Santa's face started to push forward. His beard rippled and grew out from his face even longer as his jaw stretched and his upper lip extended, his cheeks narrowing. His nose moved forward too, though the tip tilted up to reveal his nostrils as the flesh grew darker. It was almost as if he was developing a muzzle. Without warning, in a sudden moment, Santa's hearing disappeared. He reached up his clawed hands to feel them, but to his shock they weren't there when he placed his hands to the side of his head. He started reaching around his head and soon found that they had migrated up and back, rounding out more... and a very soft layer of hairs had covered them, making them just a bit fuzzy.

Santa opened his muzzle and let out a grunt, his thick long tongue slurping out. It was becoming painfully obvious that he was becoming a polar bear... which, all things considered, wasn't entirely bad. Santa had always liked polar bears after all. He couldn't fathom why anyone would do that to him, but... it felt so good, other than the discomfort of changing. Santa let out another roar as his back arched and his spine started stretching. His ribs separated and the man started growing, adding on more height and width, the rest of his body soon coming to match his massive shoulders.

The man's roars and grunts continued as the white hair from his beard started creeping across his face as fur, surrounding his mouth, covering his nose and crossing his forehead. His black nose tip grew moist and his muzzle finished up. His furry round ears expanded just a bit. With his head having completed the transition, it was up to his body to catch up. The hair on his chest grew out thicker and thicker before it became soft and smooth like fur. The fur on his chest slid over his shoulders and down his back as the light dusting on his arms grew as thick as the blizzard he had just flown through. The hair got so thick on his arms that his skin disappeared beneath it, leaving just muscle and fur.

A thick tearing sound came from Santa's trousers as the fur coating his legs pushed the fabric just a bit too far. The seams split out, trunks of furry white muscled legs emerging. His feet throbbed and warped as the fur swept down across his angles and over the top of his feet, reaching down to the clawed tips, filling in the gap between his paw pads. Almost all of the humanity drained out of his feet as they truly became paws for good. Even Santa's ass cheeks pulled apart, revealing his quivering pucker. The muscle was rejuvenated, soon seeming much younger and turning dark with black flesh before it was partially obscured by a short polar bear tail that grew in, the flag of fur wagging around as it grew in, the last change to his body.

With the pain draining away completely, Santa slowly sat up and moved his paws to brush away the scraps of cloth from his fur. Well, it certainly was strange, but... it could be liveable. They just might have to make new movies and merchandise to decorate with, though that would create jobs and be a Christmas miracle in times of poor global economy. At least that was what Santa thought before his entire body started to glow with a red aura. His eyes went wide before the energy spread out in a shockwave and his back arched.

"No, not the spirit of Christmas!" Santa called out in despair before the dark energy he had been injected with started to throb and dig into his head. The spells that made up Christmas itself began to unravel and rewrite. Santa felt the list of children scrolling through his head, reviewing every child... naughty and nice, nice and naughty, every deed and every rule... But the visions in his head weren't registering the same anymore. All the good children that had warmed his heart almost seemed boring... Actually, very dull and boring... and a bit selfish. Their parents got them parents already, why did he have to? The naughty kids though, they were left out... It wasn't their fault that they were naughty; its how life had made them. In many cases they lacked the good homes to be good. Now THEY were the kinds of kids that deserved to get presents from Santa... and they... were far more interesting.

The polar bear Santa moaned as he started to focus on the naughty boys out there... Stealing, smoking, getting piercings and alcohol and tattoos underage... Liars, cheaters, gang members, tough kids from the wrong side of the streets... Santa reached his paw down to find his furry bear sheath, giving it a squeeze before a thick, slick cock began emerging... with a few alterations. A thick Prince Albert piercing dangled from the tip and tiny gold beads ran up the pitch black shaft in a ladder. He clutched at his meat with his paw and gave it a thick squeeze, sliding his hand up and down eagerly. He wanted to meet more of these naughty boys, to give them gifts and spend time with them, and he very, very much wanted them to sit on his lap... over and over and over.

He imagined all the naughty boys he could fuck, that could suck him, that would ram big candy cane striped dildos up into their asses or wrap bows around their balls for him... and every thought, every memory of misses clause disappeared. Santa's heterosexuality had been burned away entirely, not leaving even a trace. But an even stronger, wilder and more potent feeling began to rise in him. Like a plant, the feeling started to wrap its tendrils around his brain, to split it open and push its roots deep inside. Soon his mind was being sifted and changed. His straightness and his kindness were pulled apart and slowly drained away, replaced by tainted horny thoughts that began to form his new personality, a new spirit of Christmas. He was completely gay now. Santa could feel it in every muscle, every cell, and in every bone of his body... and it felt wonderful. A happy grin spread on his muzzle as he realized there would be no going back. He was a perverted gay bear and would be forever. Santa was reborn. He wasn't Santa Clause, he was Santa Paws... and it was time for him to correct the terrible tradition of rewarding the good kids. Santa Clause had been such an idiot. Thankfully, he didn't exist anymore. The big bear let out a growl before he stood up and grabbed his bag, though it had turned into a big black leather bag, the rope now a leather strap.

Santa grinned, loving the new design of his bag as well as the nice material. Leather was so much better fitting to him. It even let his cock jump up in delight. He wrapped the strap around his wrist before watching dark burgundy energy sweep out and start to wrap around him. New clothing started to shimmer and appear on his body. The changes turned Santa on quite a bit and his black nipples poked out of his fur, hard and erect as gold light shimmered. Heavy, thick gold rings appeared through his nipples with little jingle bells dangling from the rings. Another gold ring appeared floating in the middle of his chest before a red leather daddy harness spread out from the ring, slipping over his shoulders and around his ribs. The next garment to appear was a short, small bright red leather jacket, too small to close across his huge tummy or chest so it was left open. A studded red leather collar covered in bells appeared around his neck before a red leather cap appeared on his head, the brim emblazoned with mistle toe. Just when he thought he was done, a leather harness formed around his furry white balls, cupping them and holding them, making sure they were plump.

Santa chuckled, knowing his true purpose was to reward all the naughty boys from being so unique and daring, and that he'd reward them with rather unique presents indeed. Santa gave his bag a tug and it moved to the chimney, pulling him up and up before he moved out onto the roof. The reindeer were right where he had left them, though they were letting out grunts and noises of confusion. Santa slowly walked up behind them, watching as their simple harnesses turned into black studded leather with sharp and wild spikes rising out of the bands. The sleigh had changed into a big sleek black craft with chrome detailing and curved spikes that looked almost like horns. The reindeer turned to see someone they didn't recognize emerge and tried to escape, though the sleigh held them there. Santa only chuckled, his bear paws padding across the snow as he moved over to the front of the group of reindeer.

"Hey there Dasher... Good to see you." Santa growled, reaching out to stroke the reindeer's head as he tried to pull away, but it was a fruitless effort. Santa's big paw lowered to the animal's skull. As he began stroking, Dasher shuddered and lowered his head submissively. His fur rippled in the wind, but more than that it was rippling because the flesh beneath was growing. The reindeer's legs stretched, it's back lengthened, and its tail got longer. His shoulders grew wider, his fur thicker. The reindeer's head lengthened and his antlers surged outward, growing taller and wider and more points at the same time. A thick goat like tuft of fur descended from the reindeer's chin. Dasher's mind reeled when the thick cursed tendrils began to wrap around his brain, crushing all the sweet and serene thoughts that no longer belonged there. No longer did he dream of settling down with a nice doe, that desire was gone forever. Soon Dasher's thoughts and instincts became more lustful and wilder. The black roots of energy drilled themselves deep into the center of his mind, releasing new ideas like tainted spores. Dasher's old self was washed away in a wave of chance and the irresistible urge to be naughty and perverted began to fill him.. With a euphoric feeling, Dasher realized how the new spirit of Christmas had destroyed his desire to be with a female, killing every single cell of his heterosexuality. His fantasies were new and naughty. The reindeer slowly grinned as he became fully and completely gay. It was so good.... and he wanted more, he wanted it all... and he was going to get it. Moments later the only thing that was left was carnal lust. He craved the masculine, the male... Big bucks, his brothers, reindeer males, cocks, tail holes... and with no shred of his heterosexuality left, the irises in Dasher's eyes turned a fearsome fiery violet color. His tail flipped up as his body began to release a deep musk.

Dasher lifted his head to let out a deep call of lust, his sheath pulling back as his reindeer manhood emerged. Like most reindeer it was long and thin, but the thinness was quickly disappearing as it grew wider and wider before it was as thick as Santa's wrist. The cock was soon so long that it brushed against the fur beneath his front legs, bobbing between his legs, coated in pre and dripping seed. The reindeer's ass cheeks even parted to reveal his asshole, making it easy access for every cock that would be in reach. Santa gave the reindeer's chin a scratch in delight. Dasher moved his head, nuzzling Santa's groin, giving it a few licks to savor the musky flavor before Santa moved on.

"Dancer, Prancer." Santa said, petting them both, one after another. Their bodies lurched and shuddered as they grew to match Dasher. The other Reindeer pulled against their harnesses, trying to get free... all but one. Santa grinned, "Vixen, my horny little slut..." Santa said, crouching besides Vixen. He reached over and into Vixen's sheath, fondling his cock as it began to emerge. Vixen snorted, his head growing and his antlers spilling out. Soon the reindeer was thrusting into Santa's hand as a gold cock piercing appeared in his shaft. The reindeer continued to grow, his balls swelling to the size of oranges and his cock sticking out even longer than the other reindeer. Soon Vixen was even putting out a potent musk, making all the reindeer around him, transformed or not, very horny.

"Comet, oh Cupid." Santa chuckled, making sure to make Cupid slutty as well. The transformed reindeers were making all manner of grunts and calls, starting to thrust and tilt, lifting their tails to give access to their tail holes, trying to mount their brothers in front of them as the reins held them in place. Santa continued down the line, "Donner, Blitzen... Heh, Blitzen. We'll have to make sure you can be identified for all the naughty boys that get blitzed for Christmas." Santa said, ruffling up the reindeer's head until a green streak of fur moved between his antlers and thick gauge earrings appeared in his reindeer ears. Soon the eight reindeer were almost twice their original size, massive and horny. Their brown fur was darker, almost black and their hooves were huge. They were true beasts, Santa's beasts... but the change was not entirely over.

Just as Santa's wardrobe had changed with the spirit of Christmas, the reindeer too were getting an upgrade. Thick metal cock rings appeared around their beastly shafts before leather cording, straps and metal rods connected all of their cocks together. With every thrust one took, the rest would feel it and be stimulated. The reindeer would be hard for the rest of their lives, constantly stimulated. More and more of their reindeer cocks glistened with piercings as new rings, studs and bits appeared. One of the reindeer tugged, causing all of their cocks to pull up and slap against their bellies before a thick gush of feral pre spurted out from each shaft. The reindeers bellowed in mutual lust. Santa, quite satisfied, moved to climb into the sleigh, settling the bag inside and sitting down. Before he sat, he looked down as new shiny black boots with metal spike claws appeared. He chuckled before he finally settled into his sleigh and picked up the reins, giving them a tug. The reindeer sprung to life, their hooves nearly smashing the roof as they ran and took off, pulling the sleigh up into the night's sky.

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The headlights of the old Camry spilled out into the snow as the car rolled along, heading through the storm as it let up a little. The car ride had been rather silent so far, though that was because the driver was trying to formulate precisely how to deal with his son's misconduct. The son who should have been smiling at his seeming victory was still scowling at the fact that he was being punished, even if his punishment was going to be more fun than what he got in trouble for. The son leaned over and looked at himself in the mirror. Bob had barely turned eighteen years old, though he looked young for his age. He was thin and scrawny, his arms thin and hairless. His shaggy brown hair covered in a stocking cap. His upper lip was covered with peach fuzz that had turned brown. It was an attempt at a mustache and it was convincing in certain lights, but it really wasn't mature hair. Small gold rings hung from both his ears. Bob had been given a wide latitude growing up, mostly because his parents had both had to work. It wasn't the kind of environment that taught him to cherish family and that just made Christmas harder. He had been dragged to the huge extended family Christmas party, and then in the most audacious crime against his maturity... he had been stuck at the kid's table with nose dripping six and eight year olds, put in a terrible snowflake sweater and had been forced to eat over cooked turkey and undercooked yams, all while he was supposed to keep the little kids in line. He was eighteen; he was legally an adult... even if he had to finish high school. When it seemed the snot nosed kids they had become docile enough, he'd snuck off to play video games on the PSP he wasn't supposed to bring only to have the little bastards break ornaments from the tree as soon as his back was turned... and they had the audacity to say it was okay because Santa already brought them their presents. Bob had been yelled at, they hadn't and they thought it was okay... Bob quickly dealt with that.

His quick solution had been to tell him that Santa wasn't real and that their parents wouldn't forget how bad they were at Christmas and they already were getting fewer gifts next year. Their resulting tears and despair had brought a bit of warmth to Bob's heart until his dad had grabbed him by the earring and led him out to the car to take him home and leave him there alone while he went back to the party. At first Bob had been pissed off because he was being punished for telling those twerps the truth, but then he realized he had to keep looking pissed off or his dad might change his mind. That was the last thing Bob wanted when he could spend Christmas getting drunk or baked instead on half a dozen things he had stashed around the house. He just yearned for the days he could get away and live on his own.

"...and for another thing, Sally just got over with cancer. This is the last thing she needs her kids going through right now!" Bob's father shouted. Bob realized that his father had started lecturing him and he hadn't even been paying enough attention to notice. Bob nodded his head, thinking about how to make his Christmas the best possible until the car pulled into the driveway. Bob got out and his father followed him to the door, making sure he went inside, "And no video games!" he shouted in after Bob before shutting the door, not that he had any way of making sure Bob lived up to his threat.

Bob moved over to and kneeled before the antique radio cabinet his parents had. He lifted the musky old candle on the top to get at a bobby pin he had stolen and picked the lock. The lock released and Bob pulled out a dusty bottle of Jack that his father had likely forgotten about. After securing the liquor cabinet again, the teenager moved over to flop on the couch and pull out his PSP, thankfully it had saved right at the point his lecture had started at the big Christmas dinner. He pulled the lid off and took a swig of the booze as he started playing, unaware that a strange hot wind had started to blow down the chimney.

Standing high above on the roof, Santa stood with just before the chimney, though he had gotten a bit distracted. Dasher and Dancer were nuzzling their muzzles under his arms, smelling and licking his pit musk, enjoying his sweaty fur joyfully. Behind the lead two reindeer the rest were humping the air in constant hunger for sexual release. They had become addicted to his smell, but he couldn't begrudge them that... He let them get as much of their fill as he could afford, but down in the house below was a very naughty boy, one that deserved to learn that Santa really was real and all naughty boys could expect a visit. Santa let his reindeers slurp one last time, then he lifted the bag and floated up, moving over the chimney before he dropped down and fire exploded around him for just a moment. He stepped through the fire, emerging like a demon... a demon clad as a gay leather polar bear. Santa laughed at the thought. He was far superior to any silly demon. He was the spirit of Christmas. A new Christmas, a far better Christmas, filled with true meaning of love... hot passionate, wild love.

Bob dropped both his PSP and his Jack in shock, springing over the back of the couch, but before he got too far the tinsel from the Christmas tree shot off and wrapped around his feet, tripping him. Santa chuckled deeply, moving around the couch to get a look at him. Bob grunted and struggled, crawling on his hands and knees until he came up to Santa's black clawed boots. Slowly he looked up into the eyes of the huge bearded polar bear. Santa reached down and grabbed Bob, picking him up and carrying him around. Santa dropped down onto the couch before setting Bob on his lap, his furry sheath rubbing against the boy's pants. Santa could barely hold it in there. It was such a delightful feeling.

"Bob, you've been a very, very naughty boy... Telling people I don't exist, breaking things, stealing things, drinking and smoking... What a naughty boy you are, what a naughty male you could grow up to be." Santa said.

"You're... You're not Santa, you can't be..." Bob said.

"I'm a talking polar bear that came down your chimney; you have to admit there's something magical." He grinned, "And if I'm magical, why can't I be?"

"But Santa doesn't visit bad boys..." Bob said, shivering in confusion.

"I didn't... No, I didn't use to, but I got to thinking... Naughty boys are so much more fun. They're entertaining, they're interesting. They have a strength to do what they want to do no matter the consequences. That strength is important... and useful." Santa said, looking into Bob's eyes so deep. Bob wanted to turn away but he gazed up into Santa's eyes as the black magic began to ensnare the boy. He had always wanted to sit on Santa's lap... and tell him how naughty he was. Wasn't that how the tradition had always been?

"Useful?" Bob asked. As afraid as he was, as scared as he was, there was something comforting about being in strong furry arms, strong warm furry arms, strong musky furry arms. Santa was like the loving parent he had always wanted, holding him. Bob leaned in closer and closer to Santa before he rested his face on his chest, nuzzling his cheek against the fuzz. Santa chuckled, moving to pet the boy's head. His spell worked more and more on the boy, sinking into him as Bob's pants grew tight with his arousal. It was so easy to plant all those thoughts into the boy's little brain. Sure he was a naughty boy, but in Santa's eyes he was still far too innocent. A shiver ran through Bob when Santa pet his hair and a slick black drop of dark energy suddenly formed in Bob's brain, resting there. Santa sighed lustfully when he let himself go for a moment and his fat cockhead slipped out of his already too tight sheath, but Santa pulled back again for a moment. Still, his musky smell began to encircle Santa and the boy. The polar bear felt so happy about his virile, potent smell.

"Useful, because the coming times are going to be hard. Christmas is changing and I need strength. I want you to join my team, to come with me, to throw this crap life away." Santa said. Bob's eyes shot up and he looked up into the bearded man's eyes.

"Leave this place? I mean, you'd give me a job? A place to be? Won't you be arrested?" Bob asked in shock. Santa gave a laugh that shook his big furry belly his cock began to flare in anticipation.

"No one alive can catch me, and I'll give you a very rewarding job... A position of honor." Santa said, licking his lips. His black cock tip pulsed and then a thick drop formed at its tip. The golden ring shined in the light of the room as a heavy odor of potent polar bear musk began to fill the room and Bob's nostrils. With another use of his wonderful magic, Santa grew the disgust Bob had for his surroundings. The boy hated his home, he suddenly felt even more unloved and unimportant, the last good memories of his parents disappearing.

"And I never have to come back?" Bob asked.

"Not unless you have a naughty brother, and according to my list you don't." Santa said. Bob looked around at the house... The lack of pictures, of toys, the unused dining room table. Santa hadn't even needed to suggest the thoughts, for Bob the whole house seemed like a monument to a dysfunctional family and he was tired of it. He was tired of being used, he wanted to be wanted and Santa wanted him.

"I'll do it. What do I have to do?" Bob asked. Santa grinned, moving to untie the tinsel.

"First? Hold on real tight." He said, moving to stand up. Bob grabbed on quick, wrapping his arms around Santa's belly and his legs around his waist, their groins rubbing together. A thick drop of pre leaked from Santa's cock and slowly soaked into the boy's clothes. Santa grabbed his bag and they moved out and up the fireplace, rising up. Bob buried his face in Santa's chest to get away from the harsh brick sides, but the musk was so good that he stuck his tongue into the fur and soon found a pierced nipple. The bell jangled as the already fuddled boy started to suck and slurp on it, tugging on the nipple like it was the most normal thing in the world. Santa growled like only a bear could, enjoying the slowly corruption of his first naughty boy as they emerged and landed next to the reindeer.

Bob kept sucking the nipple for a long time, enjoying their musky taste before he felt something nudging the back of his shirt. He looked over his shoulder to see a massive reindeer. Seeing the boy's face turned, Dasher leaned in and suddenly filled the boy's mouth with his tongue. Bob felt disgusted, but soon Santa's magic washed over him again. Kissing the reindeer was now the hottest, coolest, sexiest thing he'd ever done. The boy's eyes fluttered shut and he let the reindeer tongue rape his face, even daring to dart his tongue back before Santa chuckled again, carrying Bob a few feet away. Dasher snorted in frustration, wanting to further love the boy. The reindeer's behavior was aggressive and demanding. His lust for the boy was pretty obvious to Santa, but Santa just chuckled. He really had changed his boys for the better.

"What do you think of them boy?" Santa asked, setting Bob down. Bob turned and looked at the massive reindeers... Their reins and harnesses were black leather with thick steel buckles and spikes. Their balls were the size of grapefruits and were hugged by tight leather straps; their cocks were longer than his entire arm. Bob looked at their dripping cocks and his own got harder, pushing tight against his pants, forming a distinct tent. Santa's magic was working perfectly. Dasher snorted before he used all his strength to pull all the reindeer and the sleigh forward before slamming his muzzle around the boy's tent, burying his face to the hilt. He sucked and slurped, the saliva soaking the cloth. Bob grunted and moaned sharply, falling back onto his ass. Dasher moved forward and lifted his hoof.

Bob screamed in pleasure and fear, thinking he was about to be trampled to death, but the razor sharp hoof merely lifted up his shirt and started cutting through it. With the sleigh having moved, Dancer was close enough to move over as well, nudging against his brother. He leaned down to lick at Bob's head, slurping at his hair and then his face; slobbering all over his brown peach fuzz before filling his mouth with reindeer tongue again. Both reindeers were acting forcefully and demanding, not caring for anything else aside from their lust and the unbelievable need for the boy. Soon Bob's shirt fell away from his pale, bare chest... but the reindeers were far from done. They moved their hooves to start tearing at his pants. Santa casually moved up into his sleigh. He sat down and spread his legs wide, reaching to fondle his furry balls before teasing his sheath, finely letting his thick bear cock slide out. He wrapped his fingers around it tight and started to stroke himself off, watching the boy got violated. Oh yes, it felt so good to see a naughty boy getting his present. After some time, Bob pulled out of the kiss, trying to separate himself from the aggressive beasts with those evil shimmering violet eyes.

"Santa? A little help?" He called out, trying to hold back Dasher's and Dancer's muzzles with his hands. The reindeer sucked his fingers before pushing back toward their targets. Santa merely chuckled and continued to stroke himself of.

"How else are you going to join the team? These big strong gay reindeer want to fuck you silly and fill you with deer sperm until there's so much you can't help but make it yourself." Santa said, stroking himself even harder.

"Wait, am I going to be-" Bob was interrupted before he had a chance to finish his sentence. The reindeer tongue filled his mouth and nearly went down his throat... and then it did, but rather than gagging, Bob swallowed... and then he swallowed again. Soon his throat was massaging the tongue, pulling the saliva in. Santa chuckled.

"Don't worry Bob. My boys will fuck all your useless humanity and straightness out of you. They will breed you into a potent strong gay beast. You'll love it." Santa said. Bob was shocked but hornier than ever... which only made Dancer's job easier as he carefully cut the boy's underwear. The tight white cotton snapped off and Bob's hard boy cock wobbled in the cool air. Dancer shivered in anticipation before he lowered his head. Bob's back arched, his skin hot enough to melt the snow as he felt thick, hot animal lips descend over his cock, a hot wet mouth drooling over it, a tongue pulsing against it. The eighteen year old lay between the two reindeer, at their mercy as they kissed and sucked him, heads bobbing up and down. Santa grunted and jerked off hard, watching them go, so turned on. In Bob's head the black seed began to spread slowly, tangling around the boy's brain with its tendrils. Joyfully, it drilled deeper and deeper into the kid's head causing a more and more of a euphoric feeling with every brain cell that it was infecting.

"That's it, give in... You're a slut boy, as slutty as Vixen or Cupid. You need tongue, you need cock, you need ass." Santa mocked. As much as it shocked Bob, it seemed... true, it seemed as if that had always been the truth. He was a slut. And he wanted to be so much more. He wanted to be a beast, he wanted to be gay. In his head the black roots settled into his brain, separating and killing all the useless parts associated with culture and humanity. Bob was becoming far less of a man, being reduced to a proper beast... one that was gay to the core.

Soon the teenager was whimpering, thrusting into Dancer's mouth as Dasher kissed him. Dasher's furry chin rubbed all over Bob's and despite lying naked in snow, Bob felt warm, in fact he felt hot. He was bucking his hips, fucking the reindeer's mouth before pulling back down, but every time he pulled his hips down, his boy cock seemed longer. It was getting stretched like taffy, the shaft stretched longer, passing six inches, then eight. Bob was the length any adult male wanted to be, but his cock wasn't just getting longer, it was changing.

His simple mushroom shaped head was warping, the seam disappearing, becoming part of his whole shaft as it tapered to a point, an animalistic point. The entire length pulsed before it nearly seemed to absorb the saliva, glistening with moisture like all the other reindeer. Dancer still wasn't satisfied. He sucked and slurped and pulled, stretching Bob's cock, wanting it to be as long and thick his own. Dancer wanted nothing more than to change the boy into a proper beast so that he could join their ranks and enjoy his new sex crazed life, and for that he needed a nice long cock... Big and oversized like their own rods, perfect for fucking their nice quivering tail holes. The new phallus already passed Bob's belly button and soon it was rising up towards his nipples as the reindeer sucked, and with every suck Bob cared and remembered less about his humanity. His life before was a dream, he lived for sex and pure pleasure and wild lust.

Knowing that there was only so much they could do with their tongues, Santa picked up the reins and gave an ever so slight signal down the lines. The reindeers responded by advancing forward. Bob gasped as both mouths were taken away but Dasher had lined up so his very huge, long pointed cock was bobbing above Bob's hungry mouth. Bob shivered in delight and need before he leaned up and ran his tongue down the moist length. As he licked and collected the musky moisture in his mouth, it was already starting to affect his body in various ways. Bob's peach fuzz mustache grew thicker, turning into true facial hair before it changed, becoming soft fur. More soft brown fur began growing from his chin just like Dasher's, dropping down into a long tuft. His ears began to stretch and grow into points, though his earrings remained in his ears.

Santa was growling and moaning, his claws digging into the inside of his boots as the boy was corrupted and changing. Bob was writhing, reaching up to stroke Dasher's cock, though his fingers were so stiff... When Bob got his hand up in front of him, he saw why. The skin had grown together between his fingers, making it look almost like he had grown mittens... As he watched, his thumbnail turned from white to brown to black and then his thumb rotated around until it was behind his wrist. His remaining fingernails changed color too before spreading out across his fingers, covering them all with a dark layer before it dipped down over the edge. His bones popped and shifted until he had hooves for hands.

His feet weren't far behind, his toes having long since fused, his toenails spreading into the hard layer. A small part of Bob told him to run away, to go find his father... but he knew his father was in the sleigh, watching over him. Santa loved him and would always take care of him... He was loved and he was with family, in fact he had a huge family. Eight brothers! The black roots of dark Christmas energy had completely fused with his brain. A new twisted mind had formed filled with kinky thoughts and desires. Bob the human boy was no more, but a new beast began to grow into his own. Bob closed his eyes and sucked his brother off more than ever, burying Dasher's cock so deep that it filled his mouth and throat. Bob's throat massaged the length and Dasher raised his head, letting out a deep call as he came. The hot sperm rushed down Bob's throat and into his stomach, filling it with rich seed.

Bob guzzled it down, his brain being baked with the thoughts of a super gay to the bone reindeer. He was sucking his brother off, he was a reindeer. His jaw stretched out and his nose popped and extended, his upper lip moving with it. Soon Bob's face was stretching around the cock he sucked, forming into a muzzle. His nose tapered into his upper lip, forming a truer muzzle. As Bob's nose disappeared into his muzzle, wide nostrils spread out. The fuzz from his chin and upper lip was spreading outward, covering his cheeks and chin, sweeping up across his very large nose and around his eyes, moving across his forehead until there wasn't any skin showing anywhere above his neck. Even his pointy ears had grown furry, sticking up and off to the sides a bit.

Bob's youthful smooth arms started to develop hair, making him look older... but the hair grew so thick and long and soft that it was clear he wasn't just becoming more mature. The hair spread across his arms, moving down to the hooves past his wrists. More brown fur emerged from his chest, spreading over his shoulders and down his stomach. The fur rushed to his cock where it formed a thick sheath to protect the base, then spread over his round balls. Bob felt even more prepared for the snow as the fur coated his back, insulating him. His ass cheeks pushed apart but his tailbone throbbed and stretched, new bones growing in to be connected by new muscles. The brown fur from his back spread over the new extension before moving down over his ass cheeks. His new deer tail stuck up and wiggled a bit despite being crushed beneath his body.

The advancing fur sprouted across his legs, coming out in patches before it all filled in and coated all the way down to his hooves. Soon the teenager was covered from head to toe, having the head and hooves and tail of a reindeer, but he was far from complete. Nothing had yet disrupted Bob's lust filled thoughts but a huge migraine spread through his head. Bob slipped off his brother's cock before letting out a reindeer's call of pain. He bleated and moaned as a pressure built in his head, two huge furry lumps forming before the skin split and velvety antlers pushed out. They curved up, the blood drying in the felt on the antlers before it flaked off and they got soft, growing and growing. At first he had the antlers of a young reindeer, but as they started to branch and come to additional points, it was a sign of maturity.

When Bob went from a one point buck to a two point, his fur started to darken from a light brown his hair had been to a darker black. When he became a three point buck, his body seared in pain. His pecs and abs started to bulge out as new muscle formed before his biceps and triceps expanded sharply. Soon Bob was a four point buck and his voice dropped, his fur getting shaggier. Santa climbed out of his sleigh, his cock still in his paw. He moved past the reindeers, moving around to get a good look at Bob as he transformed. He reached into his pocket and found a thick gold ring and a bar piercings. He crouched down and moved under Dancer, reaching a paw out to grab Bob's hard cock.

Bob let out a beastial growl of delight as he felt a paw on his cock. Santa brought it close enough to pull out the gold ring and slide it magically through the flesh. It settled in just enough before affixing itself. Santa then took the bar and let it sink into Bob's proud rod... Bob humped the air, his tail wagging as he changed, still guzzling down a cock. Dasher gave him all the cum he could before he pulled out slowly. Bob licked his long reindeer muzzle happily as Santa wrapped his arms around the reindeer and pulled him upwards. Bob scrambled but soon managed to let his hooves find the ground and stand up like a true reindeer beast. With him on all fours, the virile beast didn't wait at all. Dancer charged and jumped, mounting bob. His front legs came down over the beast's flanks as he cock speared into Bob. Dancer began to frantically probe Bob's ass. Bob lifted his tail high, keeping his hole perfectly and invitingly exposed between his spread ass cheeks.

While Dancer had slid in so easily, he wanted to tease bob, to hear his companion below beg to be fucked. Dancer pulled back so his oozing cockhead merely brushed again and again over Bob's pucker while Dancer faked his fruitless search for the tail hole. It soon had the desired effect. Bob was snorting, frustrated and aroused, thrusting his ass back and bellowed to be taken, lifting his head up and letting out the call of a reindeer. His mind had no memory of needing speech. His need was unbearable and still he enjoyed it at the same time. He knew that Dancer was playing with him and still he loved it, they were reindeer games after all. He loved getting teased and he loved being mocked. They were both just horny, kinky beasts. It was their nature. But soon even Dancer couldn't wait any more and with one desired thrust he pushed his cock hard into his mate's tail hole.

Bob was more than happy to accept the new cock in, he'd service every brother in a row if Santa allowed. His mouth and ass were always ready, and if they weren't capable he'd give them a sleigh ride their tail holes wouldn't soon forget. His cock shivered by the thought being sunken into a tight ass. While Bob was occupied, Santa moved back to the back of the sleigh to pull out more gear. He piled it into his arms before returning to Bob, crouching down. He slipped two golden rings into Bob's nipples, making sure they were secure and dangling from his nubs of flesh before he slipped a very unique and special red harness onto Bob. It was covered in bells and thick fetish buckles with a custom ring in the middle of his chest painted green like a wreath. Once that was on Bob's chest and around to his back with a little help from Dancer who held still during that time, Santa slid a ball harness on that held Bob's thick balls tight. They even grew in Santa's hands, stretching to the size of oranges, avocadoes, then grape fruit... furry black balls filled to the brim with feral seed.

Santa squeezed them a bit and immediately a thick musky drop of pre formed at Bob's cock tip. The Polar bear grinned as he reached out and slowly covered the shivering rod with it when more and more pre began to ooze out of the tip. Soon the entire dick was wet and shiny, coated even more like the cocks of all the horny reindeers. Santa joyfully inhaled the musky smell of the new beast. He gave his own dripping length some strokes, smearing Bob's reindeer seed onto it before he went back to his duties. Slowly he clad Bob's body in shiny red leather. He even slipped a harness around his muzzle, letting the straps hug his face and lead back to his torso. He was careful that every part was right before he took the clips and led them up between Dancer and Dasher, clipping them in.

Bob had been added to the lead position of the sleigh, ahead of all the others. As he was clipped in, all eight reindeers lifted their heads and called out into the night as light swept down the reins and into Bob. His shoulders and back and hips ached, throbbing with intense pain as they shifted. Even his knees and elbows didn't escape the sensation. Bob's body had entered the final change. His arms had become legs, his shoulders and hips only supported walking on four legs, and his neck had shifted so it was natural to be parallel with his spine. Bob had left his life as a humanoid behind, becoming a feral reindeer... and with his last change, with every trace of his former life gone; he came together with all his brothers at the same time. All nine were shooting their thick loads to the ground except for Dancer who pushed jet after jet into the tight tail hole of their newest brother. The new horny beast enjoyed himself.

Thick, huge musky jets of cum sprayed out of Bob's reindeer cock as he basked in the pleasure for a long moment... During the strongest orgasm that he ever had felt, he had closed his eyes in pure bliss. Now the new reindeer opened them again, revealing fearsome fiery violet eyes to the world, eyes that were only filled with wild lust and animal instincts... but somewhere, deep inside, he knew it was time to go. Dancer slipped of his brother's back as Bob proudly stood on all fours, shaking the snow out of his fur. His wet cock ran under his entire belly, sticking out in front of his front legs and his red harness made him stand out from all the other reindeer. Santa chuckled, hoisting up his bear cock. Bob's deer eyes were wide as he realized he had been offered quite a gift. He leaned in, putting his animal muzzle around the big man's cock. He sucked and slurped like a pro, guzzling against it, bobbing his head.

Santa growled in pure delight. He'd taken a naughty, naughty boy and turned him into a lusty, super gay reindeer. Santa tipped his head back and roared out in pure bliss, unleashing massive amounts of cum down Bob's throat. Bob swallowed every drop until Santa moved back, giving the reindeer's head a good pet.

"That was very good Jingle, you're a very good bad boy. Welcome to your new family." He laughed. The fresh born reindeer lifted his head and called out happily, hearing his new name for the first time before Santa moved back to his sleigh and climbed in. He settled down and took up the reins in his hands, "On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen! On Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen! On Jingle!" Santa chuckled. The nine reindeer took off like a light, clattering along the roof before they lifted into the air, drawing the sleigh with them. They climbed and climbed, massive leather bound shaggy black reindeer with hard shivering cocks and a lusty perverted gay polar bear, moving into the night with dreams of naughty boys in their heads. Even after they had disappeared into the clouds above, a massive laugh echoed out as Santa thought about all the good times he was going to have with his reindeers and the naughty boys of the world.