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Well, work's been hell, and I haven't had much time for writing, or anything else for that matter. Even so, I thought it would be nice to try out doing a silly little holiday themed one-shot. I probably won't be around again until Saturday, so, happy holidays, or whatever specific greeting you may prefer, and I hope you enjoy!

Once again SkyWing was more than nice enough to tolerate my scribblings, and proofread it, so thanks! I did a few small rewrites afterwards, so if there are any error it was purely on me.

Oh, and in case you missed the tags this one is entirely M/F, submissive male, just making sure everyone knows beforehand :)

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Sitting tensely at his desk in his darkened bedroom, Lance rested his head on his hand and sighed. For the past two hours he'd stared at his computer, idly going from site to site while hunting for the perfect gift. The reindeer had long since lost count of how many pages he had visited by that point, but it didn't matter. Nothing remotely good enough was in his price range.

The problem wasn't that his girlfriend had particularly expensive tastes, because she really didn't; It was more that he barely had a price range at all. The store where he worked was nice enough to cut hours for the holidays without letting anyone know in advance, and he hadn't put anything extra away beforehand, so with Christmas rapidly approaching he was screwed.

Of course, Lance was well aware cutting hours during the holiday season probably wasn't a good sign as far as the future survival of the store was concerned, but that was a problem for another day. As long as he cut back and kept a tight lid on his expenses he wasn't at much personal risk, at least for the time being, but that just brought him back to the beginning. He was a giver, and unless something changed he wouldn't be able to give anyone, particularly his girlfriend, much of anything.

Clicking his monitor off, Lance sat in the dark and tented his fingers, quietly trying to think. Knowing what he did about Sherry, the beautiful arctic wolf probably wouldn't even care whether or not he got her any material gifts. Just being together was more than enough, she'd likely say, but in his mind he was convinced she'd just be hiding how hurt she was. They had been dating for a few months, making it the first Christmas they'd be spending together, and even the remote possibility of disappointing her was killing him.

It wasn't for lack of trying, by any means. He'd been moonlighting as a model for some time now, though with the fees and commissions, along with the fact that he rarely got anything more notable than posing for art classes, he was rarely lucky enough to end a month just breaking even from it. Being a reindeer during the holiday season was supposed to be a slam dunk, posing in any number of ads or store displays, but despite checking in at the agency every morning and eagerly waiting for something, anything, no one ever wanted him. He was certainly handsome enough to merit consideration, shiny gray fur, tall and fit with a sleek runner's build, and a gleaming, winning smile. Unfortunately, every employer seemed to be far more interested in going after any musclebound meat head that happened to wander by.

Although, if he was being honest, the fact that he had already shed his antlers weeks ago didn't exactly help his situation. For as long as he could remember he'd been an early shedder, and that, far more than being a little scrawny, absolutely killed his opportunities. He'd heard that other reindeer in the same boat sometimes took sketchy back alley hormone treatments just to make sure they kept their antlers well into the season, but he was nowhere near that desperate. There was no telling what permanent damage they were doing to their bodies just to make some extra cash...

Then again, it was a LOT of cash... Maybe...

Lance shook those thoughts from his mind and idly scratched at the bump that had previously been one of his impressive antlers. More than anything he hoped he'd never have to sincerely consider risking his health to survive, much less to go shopping. It was a moot point anyway, they were already gone, and it would be some time before they came back again.

Letting out another deep sigh, Lance lurched out of his chair and defeatedly fell into bed, briefly staring at the ceiling before his frustrated exhaustion got the better of him and he drifted off to sleep.

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Standing outside of the agency the following morning, Lance straightened out his nice buttoned dress shirt, brushed off his slacks, took a calming breath, and stepped inside. His smile quickly faded into an irritated grimace as he passed by buck after buck, doe after doe, most still with their antlers and poised to take the jobs he desperately needed. Simply put, he was screwed. Despite things already looking bleak, he wasn't ready to give up without a fight. Giving a frustrated snort, he ducked through the crowd and made his way to the back to see if Chris was in his office.

Lance had met Chris over a year ago when the large, burly polar bear was assigned to handle his account, and the two became fast friends. Or maybe friend wasn't the best term, perhaps casual acquaintances was more accurate. Even though they spent a fair amount time together, the bear was extremely secretive about his personal life, so Lance wouldn't say they were close. Still, it was Chris that introduced him to Sherry, who had apparently been a childhood friend, and for that alone he thought of the bear as a brother.

As he approached the open door, Lance was happy to see his friend hard at work in his office, reading through a portfolio as he took a large bite out of a cheese danish. The pudgy polar bear was stuffed into a suit at least a size too small for him, threatening to burst the seams every time he moved. While he did have some muscles, being all around powerfully built, they were far overshadowed by the round, heavy gut hanging over his belt. The combination of sedentary office work and a steady diet of breakfast pastries wasn't doing him any favors.

Giving a friendly wave as he walked in, Lance took a seat on the other side of the desk and flashed a big, hopeful smile. Chris looked up from his papers and gave a tired smile of his own.

"Please tell me you have good news," Lance begged, his smile wavering as he waited for a response.

"I'm afraid not. All the local schools are on break so there aren't even any art classes at the moment." Chris replied, frowning as he watched his friend's shoulders slump.

"...There's absolutely nothing?...At all?..."

"I'm really sorry... Well..." Chris said, looking like he was about to say something before reconsidering. "No, nevermind..."

"What? Nevermind what?" Lance asked, looking up excitedly.

"Uh, well, I probably shouldn't be doing this, but a friend of mine is looking for an... escort to a holiday themed kink party, and you fit what she's looking for."

"...Escort? You mean-"

"No! No, not like that," Chris interrupted. "She's looking for arm candy, someone to parade around and show off. There's some nudity required, but no touching if you don't want it. Not a whole lot worse than posing nude in any of those art classes, really, and you never seemed to mind that."

"...Eh... I don't think-"

"It pays $200 for-"

"I'll take it."

"Oh. Oh, oh good!" Chris said, almost startled by how quickly the reindeer agreed. "I'll let her know you're coming, and tell her hands off. Since this is incredibly under the table I'll let the commission go on this one. Just be here by 6," he added, handing him an address written hastily on a scrap of paper. "She's a stickler for punctuality."

"Sure thing!" Lance shouted, happily leaping out of the chair and speeding out of the office. Chris was about to take another bite of his danish when the reindeer ducked back in and asked, "Oh, what's her name?"

"Just call her Mistress."

"...Oooookay... Thanks Chris, I owe you!"

The polar bear sat back in his chair with a smirk, quietly mouthing "We'll see" before going back to work.

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Needless to say, as Lance rode his bicycle to the address Chris had given him, his stomach was nothing but butterflies. Under-the-table jobs were nothing groundbreaking, but two hundred dollars to be an escort to a kink party, something just felt off. If nothing else, he wished he thought to get some more details before rushing out. He trusted his friend enough to see it through, but definitely felt the need to stay on his guard to make sure nothing untoward happened.

Pulling up to a nice, if plain, house, Lance hopped off his bike, walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell. The instant the bell chimed the door flew open revealing an average sized, lithe, white, weasel in a black suit and no tie. Her arms were crossed over her smallish chest while her long tail swayed behind her, mimicking the movements of a cobra preparing to strike. She said nothing, instead looking him up and down, wordlessly scrutinizing his appearance.

Lance winced, sensing something incredibly unnerving about the weasel. He couldn't tell what it was, her appearance, her posture, or just her utter silence, but he could just feel dominance exuding from her. It was clear this wasn't someone he wanted to disappoint.

"Mm. Acceptable. Step inside, you need to get changed," the weasel said, utterly devoid of any warmth or emotion. "Don't make us late. I don't like being late."

"Uh, yes, Miss...tress," Lance nervously replied, honestly unable to remember ever feeling so intimidated in his life.

"Good, he told you how to address me. Follow," the weasel succinctly stated, heading down the main hallway and walking through an open door. After briefly stumbling over his own hooves, Lance scrambled after her, finding himself in a large guest bathroom where the weasel stood, impatiently tapping her foot. She shoved a small bundle into his chest, adding, "Disrobe and put this on," and left, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Giving a slight shrug, Lance did as commanded and was soon fully bare, leaving his clothes neatly folded on the sink. He fumbled with the bundle before managing to get it open, and to his confusion, there didn't appear to be any clothing whatsoever. There were several red bands covered with silver jingling bells, a red chest harness covered in those same bells, a red collar, pairs of bright green leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a.... a bridle? A bridle like something a feral horse might wear, complete with built-in blinders and a bit. With that, and a conspicuous lack of anything that might grant him any modesty, it was becoming increasingly clear just what a kink party was. At least Chris warned him there would be nudity involved, so he'd just have to deal with it.

Mercifully, the individual pieces had small notes on them to indicate where they went, taking out most of the guesswork. Lance pulled the harness on over his chest and clipped it behind his back, followed by gently tightening the red bands around his thighs and upper arms. Each green cuff was tightly applied to a wrist or ankle, the collar was clipped around his neck, and all that remained was the bridle. Staring at it silently for several seconds, he took a deep breath to calm himself, slowly exhaled, placed the bit in his mouth, and reached behind his head to secure it in place. His field of vision was severely reduced by the blinders, though he had to admit as he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked pretty sexy geared up like that. He could definitely see the appeal.

"Good. Here's the rest of your gear," the weasel said as she stealthily appeared behind him, placing a small box in his hand.

"Whash joo oo een? Thish isish evythig?" Lance asked, barely understandable with the bit gag in place. He looked over at the weasel to see she had changed into a tight, revealing red leather outfit accented by puffs of white wool at the edges. "Ur oing as seshy Mishush Hlawsh?"

"Sexy Mrs. Clause... I was thinking elf queen, but thank you for the comparison to a fat old man's equally fat old wife." Mistress replied with a huff. She noticed that he was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and sighed, "I have experience speaking to gagged individuals, I can understand you fine. Now put on the rest of your gear, we should be leaving."

Opening the box in his hand, Lance blushed when he saw what he had to assume was a thick cock ring, some lube, some sort of thin silver rod with a single jingle bell on a short chain attached to the tip, and a large black butt plug. Lance wasn't an anal virgin, exactly. He'd experimented more than once, but the width of its base of the butt plug was a fair amount bigger than he'd ever tried. All at once he found himself at a crossroads, trying to decide if the money was still worth it.

Recognizing his obvious reluctance, Mistress flatly stated, "Six hundred."

"[...What?]*" (Translated from gagged gibberish for ease of reading (and writing))

"I recognize that look. If you want to go as is, that's alright, I'll pay you the two hundred. Put on the rest, and I'll make it six. It's up to you."

Lance gulped and quickly nodded, easily figuring the extra cash was well worth a little extra humiliation. And as long as no one else touched him it was nothing more than a job. An utterly bizarre, if high paying job.

The ring was easy enough, simply slipping over his limp cock down close to the base. The plug, on the other hand, was just a fair amount more difficult. He didn't skimp on the lube, covering it thoroughly before bending over, bracing himself against the wall, and reaching behind himself to press the tip of the plug against his anus. The instant the cool, slick tip touched his warm tailhole he winced and jumped, blushing again as Mistress looked on, impatiently crossing her arms. Trying again, he managed to get it halfway in before his reflexively clenching hole prevented it from making any further ingress.

"[Can you give me a little help here?]" Lance sheepishly asked.

"I gave my word I wouldn't touch you. You're on your own."

Letting out a small sigh, Lance dropped to his knees and began to work the plug inside as best as he could. As it warmed up and he managed to focus on relaxing his rear, he got a little further with each push, eventually hearing a wet pop as the wide base made it past his stretched rim. Panting weakly, feeling more full than he ever had before, Lance rose to his hooves and was almost surprised to see his 8 inch pink cock fully erect, throbbing in eager anticipation. The cock ring was on securely without being constricting, a fact for which he was grateful in case it was to be worn the rest of the night. That seemed to defeat the purpose of wearing it at all, though really, he didn't want to give it too much thought, happy to assume it was just another bit of ornamentation. With the first two tasks complete, the only thing remaining was the mystery rod, which he picked up and inspected before looking blankly at the weasel. With the bell dangling by the thin chain, it looked more like a tiny flail than a sex toy of any sort.

"It's a sounding rod," Mistress flatly said as Lance's eyes grew wide.

"[You mean I have to...]"

"In your urethra, yes."

Taking another deep breath, Lance figured he'd gone this far, might as well go a little further. He placed the tip of the rod at his piss slit, closing his eyes as he gingerly pushed it inside. That part went far more smoothly than the plug, soon bottoming out when it reached the fat end of the rod, leaving the jingle bell dangling from the tip of his cock. It felt weird, definitely, but oddly pleasant. If nothing else, he could appreciate trying something he probably never would have otherwise.

"Now put your arms behind your back," Mistress commanded.

As soon as the reindeer did as she said, Mistress pulled out a remote, clicking a button to make magnets in his wrist cuffs lock together tightly. With another click of the remote, the plug in his ass and the ring around the base of his cock hummed to life, causing him to give a low moan through his gag. The mix of throbbing and vibrations made the bell hanging from the end of his shaft jingle, making cute little chimes as he tried to deal with the sudden wave of pleasure.

"A little insurance to make sure you stay... up," the weasel said with an unsettlingly disinterested expression. "Follow, we're leaving now."

Jingling loudly with each step, Lance followed her to the passenger side of a white station wagon, the door of which she had been nice enough to open. After awkwardly climbing inside and grunting from the additional pressure due to sitting on his vibrating plug, it finally dawned on him that he wouldn't just be at the party like this, he was going to be outside, in a car, in full view of anyone driving next to them.

"[Mistress, do you have anything I can use to cover myself? Please?]"

With an annoyed huff she grabbed something from the trunk, and after climbing into the driver's seat, tossed whatever it was onto Lance's lap. As it turned out, the only thing he'd have to hide his nudity was a small beach towel adorned with cartoon unicorns, and he was very noticeably tenting through the middle of it. Despite his nervousness he had to give an awkward, muffled chuckle when he noticed the tent showing directly under a smiling unicorn's horn.

The weasel said nothing more, only hitting the button to open the garage, starting the car, throwing it in reverse, and speeding off for the party.

Shifting constantly due to the buzzing in his rear, Lance began to wonder just how long the ride was going to be.

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The trip was mercifully short, though if Lance was being honest, it was oddly exhilarating. The reindeer had always possessed a buried exhibitionist bent, part of why he aspired to be a model in the first place, so realistically, being outside like that fit him like a glove. With a small smile, he had to admit that he found himself enjoying the slight exposure. Even so, for the time being he was grateful that they were sticking to back roads and at very little risk of being seen.

As soon as they approached a guard booth at a large iron gate, Lance regretted those thoughts. Closing his eyes and biting down on the bit gag, he waited for the guard to look inside the car and either throw them out or call the cops. Instead, he heard a deep, polite voice say, "Evening, Miss. Go ahead inside," followed by the gates clinking open. With the path clear, Mistress pulled forward and made her way to the front of the mansion.

Once she found a parking space, Mistress swiftly hopped out and opened the passenger-side door, silently waiting for the reindeer to get out. Lance didn't bother asking for help, already knowing how she'd respond. Instead, he took it upon himself to slip awkwardly out, barely keeping himself from tripping over his own two hooves as he tried to stabilize himself. The towel hiding his erection fell to the ground, proudly putting his jingling cock on display, though despite the numerous other cars there didn't seem to be anyone around to see. It made sense, being winter and all, that they'd be inside, which was a thought that struck him the instant the cold air hit his hot cockflesh. When he noticed the weasel had already begun walking to the front door, he was more than happy to follow along behind her.

Quickly making their way through the place, Lance soon found himself in a large open room, almost like a convention hall, absolutely filled with other party goers. Some were bound as he was, and others in a master role like Mistress, and more than a few exchanged short greetings as she passed by them. He followed the weasel until she made her way to a comfortable chair against a wall, sitting and crossing her legs as she stared out into the room.

"Just stand here and look pretty for now," was the only thing Mistress said, snapping her fingers and pointing at the wall next to the chair.

Nodding obediently, Lance did as he was told, standing silently next to her and finally surveying the crowd.

A short distance away, a tan, male otter wearing only the top half of a suit and a sprig of mistletoe around the base of his tail was getting an aggressive rimjob from a lanky female calico cat wearing a see-through gown and a tinfoil halo.

Next to them, a corgi girl and a ram were having some sort of competition, both bent over on their hands and knees, quivering in anticipation as a female ferret alternated between them, adding thin, slick, candy-cane-striped dildos to their increasingly stretched tailholes. It was impossible to tell just how many they were up to, but it appeared they were about to run out. At least until another ferret ran up with a bin containing even more. Both corgi and ram were holding hands and clenching their teeth, neither wanting to be the loser, but having fun whatever happened.

Across the room Lance saw another reindeer, this one a buxom, curvy doe, harnessed to a small wheeled sleigh she was pulling behind her. She was bound completely in shiny black latex, tightly wrapped around her heavy breasts to make them even more pronounced. Similarly to Lance she had a bridle, bit gag, and blinders, as well as a pair of jingle bells dangling from piercings in her nipples. She appeared to have already shed her antlers as well, instead wearing a pair of small, fake, plush ones in their place. A chastity belt complete with a butt plug was locked around her waist, making her tremble with pleasure with every step. A small, naked mouse was currently relaxing as he rode in the sleigh, simply enjoying his time until it was someone else's turn to ride.

Lance watched with interest as a female goat, completely decked out in leather, headed through a door to another room while ominously slapping a short whip into the palm of her hand. Best as he could figure, she was trying to evoke some sort of Krampus theme, and doing a damn fine job of it too. Assuming the whip was for what he thought it was, he was more than a little confused to see an excited, blatantly erect arctic fox prancing happily behind her with his arms bound behind his back. Whatever they were up to, it didn't seem like his kind of thing, but if they both enjoyed it he wasn't about to judge.

Suffice it to say, the vibrating plug and cock ring weren't the only reason Lance was able to maintain his erection, causing a chorus of jingles as he shivered where he stood. For the most part, every activity he was witnessing was a tremendous turn on. He'd never dabbled much in the world of bondage, not out of any kind of bias, rather because he never found an opportunity to try it. Seeing everything up close for the first time had easily won him over, and he only hoped Sherry might be open to trying out some new things.

When a sparrow drink girl passed by, Mistress flagged her down, making the skinny bird walk up to them with a sultry stride. The sparrow's arms were cuffed behind her back, and a tray holding drinks and her huge, perky breasts appeared to be suspended entirely by a chain running behind her neck. She grinned at Lance as the weasel grabbed a martini glass, giving him a wink before turning to leave. The reindeer looked on in amazement, not sure how she possibly kept the drinks from spilling.

There were any number of others, bound and following behind their masters, some on all fours, some pulled by leashes, most in some minimum amount of holiday garb, but the one thing they all had in common was that they looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Lance wasn't sure if he should laugh of feel sympathetic toward the ponygirl doe when a fat hippo got in the sleigh and she was completely unable to move him, though he could swear he heard her laughing through her gag as her hooves scrabbled against the floor.

A sudden buzzing from the weasel grabbed Lance's attention. Pulling out her phone, Mistress stared at it briefly, gulped down the rest of her drink, and sharply rose to her feet. With a brief glare toward Lance, she tersely uttered, "Follow," headed to a nearby hallway, and passed through one of many doors.

Once again Lance was a tad nervous, remembering the goat from before, but saw no reason to panic just yet. At least he saw no reason until he followed her inside and the door slammed shut, leaving them in complete darkness.

With a resounding click a dim light filled the small room, which looked unnervingly like a dungeon, and Lance fearfully tried to get his bearings. There was a small wooden chair just to his side, a table with some assorted items, and in the center of the room, securely chained to the ceiling by a pair of wrist shackles was a bulky polar bear with a large, round belly. The only thing he was wearing was a tight black latex hood covering everything but his nose and a giant ballgag stuffed in his mouth. A small red Santa hat was sitting atop the hood, almost comically flopped over to the side.

"[...Chris?]" Lance asked in utter confusion, trying to figure out if he was really seeing his friend like this and why. His eyes threatened to pop out of his skull when he noticed the cage trapping the bear's impressively thick cock, mesmerized by how the pink flesh was trying to swell through the large gaps in the sides, twitching as it was forced to stay curved down despite desperately trying to become erect.

"My little teddy bear can't hear you," the weasel said with a warm, smile. Lance shuddered slightly, unnerved both by her odd shift in demeanor and the fact that, even when smiling, there was something about her that screamed unflinching, unrelenting dominance. "Please, make yourself comfortable," she added, casually indicating the chair. As she sauntered over to the table, Lance obeyed and plopped down on the sturdy wooden chair, carefully looping his bound arms around the back of the chair. Having forgotten about the plug vibrating away in his rear, he groaned as it was again pushed in a little further.

Once he calmed himself and managed to get used to the added pressure on the plug, Lance tried again, asking, "[What's going on? Why is Chris here?]"

Ignoring his question for the moment, Mistress wordlessly sifted through the items, eventually settling on a massive strap-on dildo and a large container of lube. The strap-on had to have been close to the size of her forearm, looking outright cartoonish as she held it.

"Well, the short version is that we decided he's been terribly naughty to you," Mistress said as she grabbed a riding crop and gave the bear's ass a fast swat, making him groan through his hood. "Taking your money and not delivering enough on his end to make it worth your time. Shameful. We talked it over and the three of us decided to, in the spirit of the season, give you a nice gift by returning some of what you've spent, and at the same time take the opportunity to see if you'd be interested in joining us."

"[Three?]" Lance asked with a deeply furrowed brow. The instant he spoke, the door behind him opened and he could hear someone new walking in, hidden from his vision due to the blinders. To his utter shock, a tall, curvy, pure white arctic wolf stepped into view, wearing a similar outfit to the weasel's, only in green instead of red. "[Sherry!?]" he shouted, sending a bit of saliva out from around his gag.

"Yeah... we've all been close since forever, doing this stuff together..." the wolfess explained with a shy smile, blushing brightly enough to make a fully decorated tree jealous. "The last few years Chris and Mel started to pair off a bit and became more of a couple, and I started to be a third wheel. I wanted a love of my own, and then we met... I'm sorry for tricking you like this, but it felt like the perfect way to get us both what we wanted... you'd get some extra spending money and I'd get... you... here... you aren't mad, are you?" she asked, kneeling in front of the reindeer when she realized he was staring at her in stunned silence.

Thinking it over for a sliver of a second, Lance smiled as best as he could through his gag and leaned forward, wordlessly touching his broad nose to Sherry's. She excitedly cheered and gave him a massive bear hug, happily wagging her bushy tail and nearly tipping them both over.

"I'm gonna go ahead and get started, so you two do whatever," Mistress, or rather, Mel interjected with a dismissive wave of her hand. In the time it took Sherry to say her peace, the weasel had already removed her thong and stepped into the strap-on, slipping the inner dildo into her pussy. The entire length was already glistening with lube, and Chris, as if sensing what was about to happen, arched his back and presented his rear to be mounted.

Casually strolling around behind the much larger bear, Mel pressed the strap-on against his anus and without hesitation pushed the wide, slick, tip into his experienced tailhole. Chris shuddered in raw pleasure, drooling heavily around his gag as he fell forward, still on his feet but partially suspended by the chains around his wrists. Eager to get things started, Mel promptly began to furiously hump the delighted bear's rear, rapidly working the long, fake shaft deep into his tailhole. What strength the bear's legs had remaining soon failed, leaving him completely dangling, swaying back and forth as his ass was brutally pounded by the dominant weasel. With their identical white coats and her passionate thrusting, they looked almost like they were melding into one body.

For his part, Lance had a hard time taking his eyes off of the bear's caged cock, watching in rapt fascination as it continuously twitched, trying in vain to get hard in spite of its prison. Every time Mel's hips made contact with Chris's, it sent his shaft bobbing up and down alongside his jiggling belly, having nothing short of a hypnotic effect on the reindeer. The feeling of the sounding rod being pulled out of his urethra followed by Sherry immediately straddling his hips and impaling herself on his rod easily snapped him out of his reverie. He practically screamed through his gag, unsure of whether it was simply being pent up from the rest of the party or the vibrating ring around his prick that made her pussy feel so unusually magnificent. The sudden extra weight pressing the plug hard against his prostate certainly didn't hurt.

Sherry's own squeals of ecstasy easily drowned out the others as she gyrated her hips and massaged her breasts, gleefully getting a feel for the reindeer's impressive dick. Wanting nothing more than to get down to business with her boyfriend, she lifted up and immediately plowed back down into his lap, setting a rapid pace as she fiercely pounded her crotch onto his. Every once in a while she'd switch between hammering herself onto his shaft or simply holding still, rubbing his face into her cleavage, squeezing and milking his shaft while also enjoying the cock ring still buzzing away near its base.

Given how the rest of the night had been going, it came as no surprise that Lance wasn't able to handle much of that treatment before he lost control, feeling his nutsack tighten as he blew his load, sending several thick spurts of cum into the howling wolfess's clenching pussy. Sherry held completely still, threatening to crush his cock due to her own climax, hugging him close until they were both finished.

With a small blush, Sherry dismounted his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. Lapping gently several times at his cum-soaked shaft, she took it into her mouth and began to suck it clean.

Lance shuddered, more than a little sore and hypersensitive by that point, but in no way willing to deny the enthusiastic wolfess her treat. Noticing some movement past his blinders, he turned his head to see Mel had stepped out of the strap-on's harness after reaching her own orgasm from fucking Chris, leaving her now exposed crotch fur completely soaked by her juices.

Despite looking incredibly spent, in no small part due to the strap-on that remained fully sheathed in his flexing ass, Chris managed to regain his footing, standing to relieve some of the weight on his wrists. Before he had a chance to recover completely, Mel swiftly undid his ballgag and climbed atop his shoulders, wrapping her legs behind his neck while thrusting her crotch into his face. As soon as the bear felt her pussy grind against his snout, he hungrily dug in, driving his tongue deep inside her sopping cleft. Letting out a pleased huff, the acrobatic weasel bent backward so she was hanging upside-down from his shoulders with her lithe back draped along his belly. Once she was safely in position, Chris craned his head down and enthusiastically resumed eating her out.

Even though Chris was larger than Mel by a large margin, Lance was shocked to see the two were able to pull off a move like that. It was obvious they had plenty of experience together. At the same time, the sight of the thick, bulging, metal encased bear meat twitching just behind her head gave him pause, wondering if she was going to give him some release as well.

As if reading his mind, Mel smiled, something that continued to totally intimidate the reindeer. With some playful tickles to the flesh swelling through the gaps in the cage, she said, "Don't open till Christmas. His idea, not mine. Not that I argued with him about it." Looking thoughtful for a moment, she added, "I just wanted to say sorry for being so cold to you at first. It makes it easier to get a good read on people, and I can get a bit territorial and protective of my little wolfy until I'm sure she's in good hands." Hearing her dominant friend's statement, the wolfess sheepishly folded her ears back as she continued to bob her muzzle up and down the reindeer's throbbing cock. "So, no hard feelings then?" the weasel asked with a wide smirk.

Before Lance had a chance to respond, Sherry suddenly shot forward and fully deep throated him, swallowing around his cock and leaving him squirming weakly in his chair, already on the verge of another climax.

"You know, if I'm being honest, you should give up the whole modeling dream, I don't think you have what it takes," Mel criticized, nonchalantly crossing her arms as the bear continued to tongue her moist folds, occasionally giving her clit a playful flick. Lance glared over, annoyed despite being distracted by his approaching orgasm, and tried to say something back but was interrupted as she continued, "On the other hand, you have a good look, and I could see a future for you as an exotic dancer. There's an opening waiting for you at my club, if, of course, you were still interested in trying out a new career."

Before he could try to process the sudden offer, Lance threw his head back and thrust his hips, lifting off of the chair and completely filling the wolfess's hot throat with his second flood of jizz of the evening. Once the rush of pleasure faded, he opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of the wolf he loved gazing adoringly into his eyes while licking her lips. A short distance away, his potential new boss was still hanging upside-down, nodding her head and looking on approvingly.

With a laugh, Lance only thought that this was beginning to look like it might be the best holiday yet.