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[b][u][center]Santa Bear[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Arctocrates was in a state, and he knew that there was only one cure for it. The mall Santa groaned as he walked through the empty hallways of the closed mall, shaking his head a few times as his girlfriend walked at his side.

“You better be ready to get a pounding.”

“Oh, you silly. You know I always am.”

“You think that it’s gonna be the same as usual? Guess again.”

He growled under his breath as he adjusted the fat-suit that he had to wear. Even with his thicker build, a mall Santa needed to be bigger than he could be on his own, and the extra padding had made the whole day hell. He was sweating like mad beneath the suit, and he knew that it would be a bear to get the whole thing dry-cleaned if he had to give it back.

Thankfully, he didn’t.

Christmas season was almost over, and the ornaments that were still strewn through the mall were the sort that were cheap enough to just gather up and throw away. He’d be amazed if it lasted for another day or two before they were gone. The only thing that would be taken down with care would be Santa’s Grotto and -

The chill of ice suddenly hit him, and Arctocrates grinned as he looked ahead.

The ice rink that the mall had set up for the holiday seasons was still running strong, and the chill of the place even got through his suit. He grinned to himself, then looked down at his girlfriend.

Horizontia looked back up at him, her nose and lips already turning slightly yellow with the beginnings of her transformation. No surprise there, considering that she was probably not dealing with the cold as a human as well as he was. He smirked, grabbing her by the shoulder.

“Heh, you thought that you could start the fun without me?”

“I would never.”

“Good. Now, get in there.”

He literally threw her forward, tossing her over the barrier to the ice with such force that she almost went head-over-heels. The view from that was rather nice, too, considering that she was wearing a skirt and nothing underneath it. Arctocrates grinned, rubbing at his crotch through the Santa suit, and growled at his own growing excitement.

Excitement, and other things.

He could feel his new muscles already pushing in under the suit, grinding at the edges of the fabric and already starting to make the padded shoulders strain to contain what was under them. He growled under his breath, flexing his arms and clenching his fists, and as he pulled off his gloves, he could already see the white fur starting to spread.

“Ugh...no way I’m getting these off in time.”

“Oh, come on, Arctocrates. Just let ‘em rip.”

“Heh, well, they were cheap to start with.”

It wasn’t like he had a whole lot of choice, anyway. He growled as he felt the strain pushing down on every part of the suit, everything getting bigger. Where it wasn’t muscle or simple size, it was the fact that there was so much fur to his other form that it just pushed at the suit, starting to slide through the little pores of the fabric in some cases, and in other times, just bulking up under it.

Little rips and tears started to show along his back, and along the thighs of his pants. His ass started to push against the back of the suit, as well, making little rips and tears as it went, and he could feel the front giving way under his growing shaft, as well. There was going to be quite a few scraps for a very confused janitor, very soon.

He rolled his head back as a long split went down his spine, and he leaned forward, letting the suit jacket fall forward. The red sleeves slipped down his arms, letting him see his own thickening body. As the fat suit fell away, revealing the frosting of fur that covered his muscled chest, he flexed again, letting the power of his other form run through him, empowering him and strengthening him with each passing second.

“Mmmph...fuck...yes…”

He growled deep in his throat, enjoying the feeling of his transformation immensely. Seeing his gut grow just a bit - he was a bear, after all - and feeling his shoulders pop and push outwards, widening and giving him a more powerful stance, was just amazing. It was like having a fast-forward button at the gym, piling on bulk and power and fitness in seconds.

He shrugged his way out of the shreds of his top, feeling his waist getting constricted by the pants, and his growing paws getting the same out of his big black boots. The polar bear growled to himself, kicking at the floor, feeling the pressure getting heavier and heavier. His toes curled, his feet widened, and the points of his claws pushed at the insides of the boots, making little indentations on the other side.

As the boots strained to contain him, so did his pants strain to contain his growing erection. He grabbed at it, squeezing himself, feeling how it had already surpassed any human length outside of the record books. The sheer need behind it was getting to be overwhelming, and he doubted that he would be able to resist anything that Horizontia wanted if it meant that he could bury it inside of her body.

He glanced over at her, seeing that her transformation was nearly over. Her hair had been pulled up into the feathers of her new penguin form, sticking out over her eyebrows, and her feet had gone from arched in high heels to flat semi-flippers with broad claws along the toes. Her legs were short and stocky, but spread for him, letting him see that tight little slit between her legs. She even turned to look at him, her face still pushing out her beak, and pulled her legs apart for him.

“Hehehe, looking forward to getting inside me, big guy?”

“You have no idea.”

“Get changed...go on...rip through all those clothes.”

“Oh, I’m doing it...I’m gonna do it…”

He growled, flexing again, and this time, the tightness of his muscles through his legs ripped through a number of places. His thighs popped, and so did his ass, ripping through most of his red pants, and his cock pushed through at the front with ease. He growled as the thick, heavy shaft poked forward, throbbing and bouncing, and the white fur spread over his balls, letting them warm as they sagged down with greater weight.

He took a step forward, and the boot finally shredded along one of his feet. The cold ice under his swelling paw felt wonderful, and as the other boot broke, he stomped across the ice rink to her.

Horizontia’s transformation to a penguin had already completed, and as he lifted her off of her feet, holding her legs spread over his cock, he grinned at just how small she was compared to him. His ears were slowly running up over the sides of his head, and his muzzle was still pushing out, but even so, he towered over her. His spine cracked as it lengthened, and his ass shook a bit as his little tail popped in, but compared to the petite penguin girl, he was a monster of a man.

And she loved it.

“Mmmm, still thinking of carrying me out like a hood ornament on your cock?”

“I ain’t putting down the idea…”

“Or me.”

“No, I’m putting you down. Right on my cock.”

Arctocrates growled as he dragged her along his shaft, and as she swallowed his cock, it was almost like his muzzle grew to match it. His nose darkened, and his lips seemed to extend, both pulled forward around his muzzle and - in the case of the upper one, at least - drooping down to cover his teeth. The rubbery feeling was just as familiar as anything else.

With a loud grunt, he yanked Horizontia down onto his cock, pulling her all the way to the base. She was so much smaller than him that she just froze as she hit the bottom, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open in a silent gasp. She couldn’t move, speak, or anything. All she could do was lean against him, putting herself in his power.

Just as it should be, in his opinion.

Up, down, up, down, he pulled her, using her like a fleshlight. Every time that he slammed her down, her pussy spoke for her, gushing and dripping along his cock in desperate need, and he fed on that, getting harder and harder. His puffball ears stood out on the top of his head, and his mouth was open in a perpetual snarl of lust as he humped his way into her. She was his, his girl, his sex toy, and he would use her again and again and again until he was finally satisfied.

In and out, in and out, he went, his heavy thrusts and his occasional stomps cracking the ice of the rink under him. He growled, the cold fueling a lust that had been dampened by the heat of the suit all day long. His claws raked over her body, leaving red lines along her black and white feathers and flesh.

“Oooh...please…”

She’d finally found her voice, and was already begging him to cum. He chuckled, and turned -

And slipped.

Despite falling with immense force on the ice, neither of them stopped. They just kept going at it, the ice cracking further with the force of his thrusts. He held her down, pinning her by the shoulders, slamming into that tight, wet hole, breaking it open the same way that he always did, the same way that he would always do in the future.

They both came at the same time, her screeching and him bellowing as they went over the edge. The polar bear held himself hilted, his fingers squeezing at her, pinning her. The sense of her pussy squeezing down on him, milking him, only made him fill her with more cum than usual, spilling out around his cock.

They panted afterwards, but didn’t say anything. They just shared a look, and they both knew they’d be fucking again before they left the mall.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]