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Just five more minutes. Five more minutes, and Vanessa would be done. The holidays were a busy time for her, just like any other vendor at the Anthrodale Mall. And being her own boss, she got to experience the joys of the retail *and* the management sides of the rush. "All I want for Christmas" had been inscribed into her ears thanks to the overly-loud main system speakers. Only going in back where her localized ones were louder provided respite.

Five minutes slowly turned to ten, then to fifteen. The tigress couldn't bring herself to kick out the last-minute shoppers browsing her wares. She recognized a few of them, for one. And it wouldn't exactly be in the holiday spirit. She kept up her smile, used her polite tone, and thought about what she'd do after the shop was shuttered. She'd taken off the better part of a week, but James was only able to afford two days. The two of them were planning on meeting each other's folks, now that they'd been together a little over a year. So Vanessa had been preparing travel plans and baked goods to make her bleary-eyed knight-watchman a little more presentable to her family.

And, of course, she'd be taking some time to be with him. Sleeping with him in her arms. Waking up to stroking hands and wandering lips.

It'd been far too long.

When the last of the customers filed out and the tigress started on the shutters, a bright chime went off. Vanessa checked her pocket and groaned.

"You owe me, James..."

The night-shift seemed to have been hitting the poor human harder and harder. Even though she'd gotten him to stop coming in extra-early for her, he was still looking worn-out at the end of his shift. And now he'd forgotten his wallet. One of their friends -- Jeremy, another general building staff guy -- had found it after lunchbreak. His text let her know he was now the Mall Santa for the next two shifts, and that she could find him in the plaza near the food court.

Vanessa would've gone and picked up the wallet earlier, but she couldn't ignore the holiday rush. It was all around her as she slipped out from the service corridors. Bags, coats, kids in strollers, all decked out in red and green. Some dread still lingered; she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end. But then she thought back to the last few entries she made in her books, and it was all a little easier.

Still, she wasn't pleased about having to visit Santa Claus. The plaza was filled with people, a good number in line for the bright little workshop. Admittedly, the setup Jeremy was trapped in was cute. A younger Vanessa would've been enthralled. Maybe that's why she waited rather than cutting in line. She could've easily pushed her way to the front, whether by size or by her staff card, but she didn't want to ruin things for someone by asking Santa for her boyfriend's wallet.

The tigress did her best to ignore the curious looks. Her tail curled close as her ears flattened slightly. She pulled out her phone to distract herself, sending Jeremy a text to let him know she'd be in soon. Then she sent her knight-watchman details on exactly what he owed her. More Christmas tunes burned themselves into her head as the line shuffled along.

"Attention, please!" a fox girl in an elf costume shouted. "A new bag of letters arrived for Santa, so he needs to take a little break -- about a half-hour or so. Stay where you are, and we'll give you a ticket with your place in line for when he comes back!"

Vanessa suppressed a groan; the children around her didn't bother. Hopefully it was just Jeremy seeing her text. The vixen girl gave her a quizzical look when she and her reindeer partner arrived with the ticket roll.

"I'm just here to pick up something from Santa," the tigress said. The boy behind her grumbled, unhappy. It drove her lean down and whisper to the vixen.

"One of my friends on night shift forgot their wallet, and Jeremy found it."

The fox's raised eyebrow didn't fall.

"Uh, ma'am, I don't --"

The reindeer gave her a quick elbow. A look passed between the two of them; the bells on the young man's antlers jingled with his subtle nod. The vixen's expression slowly changed to one of recognition.

"Ooh... Right," she said, stepping aside. "Go ahead, Ms. Corsana. Should be right there for you."

Something felt off about it in the back of her mind, but Vanessa was too worn-down to care. She cared more about the complaints the boy behind her was giving the staff.

"How come she gets to go in? She's too old!"

The tight squeeze reminded her of that plenty. But the cotton snow, muted music, and warm lights brought her back a little. The room was a little bigger than she'd expected, with standing room for a dozen people or more. A red carpet ran throughout, guiding customers to the photo-op and through to the exit -- an exit which was also closed off.

"Ho, ho, ho!" said Jeremy, still sitting in his extra-large chair.

"Hello, Jeremy," Vanessa sighed. "I'm here for James' wallet. Sorry to bother you on your break."

"Not at all," the costumed man said, still in a deep, jolly tone. He motioned her over, digging into the pockets of his suit. "Now, before I give it to you --"

His tone changed as he pulled out the brown billfold and held it out to her.

"Are you sure this is what you want for Christmas, little girl?"

Vanessa's ears flattened when she recognized the face behind the fluffy beard.

"You are *such* a little bastard, James!"

The knight-watchman broke character, his fake belly bouncing as he laughed. The sound cut off with a grunt when the tigress plopped down in his lap, trapping him in the chair.

"No, I don't think that's what I want for Christmas," she said, pulling his beard away. "I want *someone* to stop being such a little prick all the time..."

"Well, Santa can't work miracles," James said, his voice strained. He stroked one of her thighs carefully, trying to gauge her mood. "Besides, this one was cute. There weren't even spiders!"

Vanessa's fur poofed up. James couldn't hide his chuckling as her eyes darted around.

"James, I swear to God..."

"There aren't any! I promise!"

The tigress glared down at him before readjusting herself with a huff.

"How did you pull this off?" she asked, crossing her arms and looking the other way. James continued to stroke her denim-covered thigh, his other hand massaging her back through her cardigan.

"Jeremy and I are buddies," he said. "Us odd-job, general staff have to stick together. You hoity-toity tenant types couldn't relate."

Vanessa snorted.

"Oh yes, poor you. Lots of customer service in the dead of night, I'm sure."

James gave her a squeeze.

"Well... about that...."

The tigress looked down at him, all traces of harshness gone.

"You didn't...."

He nodded up at her.

"Merry Christmas, Vanessa."

The tigress was still for a moment, then grabbed him tight. Sitting side-saddle meant she didn't have much to grab, but James wrapped his arms around her huge trunk, letting her pull his head into the side of her breast. It smelled like the pinewood candles she had in the back of her store.

"This isn't a trick?" she asked.

"No," he replied into the cotton. "Worked it out with the boss. Doing sorta what Jeremy does -- anything that needs doing."

Vanessa let him pull away, stroking the back of his neck.

"But what about pay? I thought daytime was worse?"

"It is," James said. He looked off to the side. "I worked it out. Convinced the boss to skip the yearly raise and let me keep my old pay rate."

The tigress stroked his hair, her green eyes glittering like the holiday lights around them.

"Are you sure?" she asked after a moment.

"Well... my old position had way better pay. No customer service, no complaining tenants --"

Vanessa growled.

"-- including a big, bossy, scaredy cat," he added, poking her belly. "But, if it means I get to see you more often, and I can't cut into my sleep... I guess I'll take it."

The tigress massaged his neck, looking down at him with a begrudging smile. Slowly, it grew unabashed. Her hand drifted to his as he stroked her stomach idly. She held it there and shifted herself across his lap, bringing her head down to his. James did his best not to flinch when the tigress nipped his ear.

"That's a pretty good gift," she whispered. "Maybe you won't have to pay *as* much..."

"For what?" he laughed.

"For making me stay late and stand in line! I've got presents to wrap and cookies to bake!"

"Well, maybe I can help," the human said, pecking her cheek. "Day shift means a daytime sleep schedule."

Vanessa sighed, leaning into the warmth of his cheek.

"I suppose," she said after a while. "Does this mean you're moving in with me?"

James scoffed; her whiskers twitched against his face.

"No, you're moving in with me."

The tigress pulled back with a laugh, looking down at him with a smile.

"Into that pigsty? No, not a chance."

"It's not a sty! And your place is smaller!"

"It's sized for me and I'm twice your size! How could it be smaller?"

James chuckled, running his hands over her large form. Vanessa's serious grin faltered slightly as her eyes fluttered in pleasure. The human had to keep himself focused as well, but ignoring the softness beneath her outfit wasn't easy.

"It's called 'square footage,' honey," he said, continuing the belly-rub. "And all of your *things* are bigger, too. Doesn't leave much room for little ol' me."

"We can just use my stuff, throw all your tiny junk away," she groaned, losing the battle. The tigress let out a half-hearted snarl when James took advantage of her exposed chin; soon she was rubbing it into his hand.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you get a bigger bed," he said. "Yours is like a single for you. I've got nowhere to go."

Vanessa's growing rumble lapsed into a chuff.

"You go exactly where you belong..." she hummed, wrapping her one arm around him tighter. As the soft cardigan pressed against his face and he continued his petting, James debated with himself. It was a really funny joke -- a pair of jokes, actually -- but it'd piss her off. It might piss her off just enough. He glanced at the festive clock set up across the way, the hands white and gold. They'd only eaten up 10 minutes or so of the half-hour he'd requested. And he couldn't even hear the muffled Christmas jingle outside over the tigress' furnace-like purr.

He nuzzled into the side of her chest, gave her jeans a squeeze, and said "Under your butt?"

Vanessa's rumbling stopped. She looked down at him with a sigh, a tired, mischievous glint coming to her eye.

"There too," she said, running a claw through his hair. "Is that what it'd take for you to come over?"

"No," he said into her breast, staying there so she wouldn't see his smile. "You're much more than a booty call to me, Vanessa."

She tried to growl, but her laughter bubbled through it.

"I'd better be..." she said, kneading harder at his head. He could feel her soft hiss as she rubbed his face into her breast. After a moment, she yanked him back to glare at him with her fierce green eyes.

"So... any more objections, James?"

"Well..."

He let her hang. Her ears flicked, daring him to be snarky.

"I guess not," he said; her chest shrank in a slight sigh. "But I'll have to go to the pharmacy."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Doc says I can't have a cat in the house without allergy meds."

(Sexytimes below, if you’re feeling Naughty)

Vanessa laughed. She raked her claws in his hair before slipping off of him. The tigress was doing her best to look pissed as she stood up, looming over him. He feigned fear and shrank away when she leaned in -- which only made her tail swish faster and her grin grow wider.

"You touch, you buy, little man," she growled, kissing him before biting at his neck. James' yips were only half fake. He squirmed as she put her claws to his costume.

"Hey! Watch it, jungle beast! This suit's a rental!"

Vanessa hummed in response before searching for a seam.

"W-what are you doing?" the former knight-watchman said when she grabbed his fake belly.

"Oh, shut up," she rumbled; the literal pillow-stomach flew up and off along with his hat and jacket. James hissed at the warm press of her fur and the teasing prick of her claws. The tigress silenced him with a hungry kiss, chuffing into his face before pulling back.

"You knew *exactly* what you were doing."

"I'm not doing anything!" James said. He caught her striped cheeks as she dove in for another go, getting her to lash him with her tongue rather than devour his lips. "Vanessa, please... we could be caught!"

The tigress snorted. She broke his guard with ease and nodded into his mouth, filling it with tongue.

"I don't believe that for a second," she said, pulling away with hanging strands of saliva. "I know you, James. You planned this whole thing out -- I'll bet one of your 'helpers' locked the door behind me."

"...Oh God. We've clearly been dating too long..."

"Maybe," she purred, running a digit along his flushed cheek. "How much time do we have?"

"Less than 20 minutes."

Vanessa hummed. Her tail flicked, her grinning fangs glinting in the festive lights.

"Here's your relationship test -- what are we gonna do, James?"

"Uhh... something with your belly?"

Vanessa chuckled and stepped back to undo her pants. James gave a half-hearted groan, the sight of her curvy hips breaking his character.

"Not quite," she said, shimmying in front of him. "Guess we've still got a little bit before we're getting married."

James scoffed. Even the shaking of striped thighs couldn't stop it.

"No way. Not happening," he said. "We're not getting married."

The jeans came off with a huff; she glared at him with the first real hint of contempt.

"Shut up and get your head down on the chair, you ass-obsessed little munchkin..."

Vanessa stared until the human relented with a sigh. As he watched the tigress kick off the clingy denim, her stripy moons looming over him, all the creaking of the old chair came back to haunt him.

"M-maybe we should just do it on the floor..."

"On the concrete? I don't actually want to crush your head, James."

The tigress looked over her shoulder, reveling in his squirmy reaction as she backed up slow.

"I-it's just that... you know, the chair was making all sorts of noises earlier..." he said; her eyes flickered with amusement. "Will it hold?"

A deep chuckle escaped the tigress. It didn't make James feel much better -- not even her thick tail coming down to stroke his face did as her thighs blocked his escape. Her swaying, white-furred rear blotted out the twinkling stars as she stood over him, paws on the arms of the chair.

"Don't you remember that they asked me for the Santa chair?" she said. "It's a '78 Collingwood; it held me up before just fine."

It still creaked when she descended, stopping just as her fur tickled his nose.

"Now give it a kiss, and I'll put you where you belong..."

Even after a year of late-night rendezvous and secret meetings in the back of the store, James still had to work up his courage when faced with the titanic tiger ass he'd grown so fond of. Taking two heaping handfuls helped a little; the slight chuff she let out made him wish they had more time for teasing. Vanessa purred he nuzzled between her cheeks, his nose and lips tickling her depths with a passion that made her flanks jump. His legs stiffened when she sat all the way down, the chair wheezing beneath her weight.

"Oh, relax," she said, bending down to rub his bare chest. "I told you it'd hold."

The tigress grabbed his hands and guided them to the underside of her thighs, wiggling slightly on his face.

"Now hurry up and show me how much you 'belong' under there..."

James wasted no time, groping the underside of her plump thighs with a muffled groan. He pushed against her swaying hips to get deeper into her warm tush. Her weight meant his movements were small, but Vanessa savored each tiny hint of resistance against her soft cheeks as she leaned back. Every kiss was followed by a chuff or a chirp and a little bounce that made the chair creak. The softness, pressure, and pleasure soon overtook any concerns James may have had. He was drunk on her warmth and weight, drunk on the hints of scent-laden air he breathed with every jump of her rear. He could almost take a full breath when he licked her; the tigress lifted up with a shuddering gasp. She shivered as his tongue bottomed out and traced along her crevice.

"Go-od boy..." she chuffed. She allowed him a few more musky breaths as she rubbed her hips on his face before pressing down once more. "A bit better than a 'booty call,' isn't it?"

Vanessa could barely hear his grunt of affirmation. But the vibrations and warmth of his muffled exhale spread tingles up her spine. She purred, his roaming hands on her thighs bring more pleasure down below. Each was thicker than his torso; their plump and plush nature made the human's head spin. He massaged every surface he could reach and took her by the handful. The tigress squirmed above him, jostled this way and that by the tiny movements of his head and his hands. She slouched with a sigh, letting him bounce her around. Small, soft moans began to slip out.

It was when he slapped her thick thighs with the sound of a thunderclap that she bolted up straight, biting back the sounds of pleasure. She was getting *payback* after all.

"So, you like this, huh?" she said as she shifted her legs. "Let's see just how much..."

James' nails dug into her stripy thighs as her foot came down. He stiffened at the pressure of her huge paw on his groin. Vanessa smiled, rubbing her hips on his face; she was hardly pressing down, and he was already at attention. She always forgot how fun it was to finally tease him back each time they played. The short breaths beneath her, the soft sounds of pleasure, the pawing, grabbing, and desperate twitching of hips and man-parts.

She was looking forward to his new schedule -- maybe she'd break out the Christmas lingerie early...

More slapping of her thighs woke her from her pleasured machinations; this time, there was desperation in his hands.

"Oh, come on James," she said, hearing him gasp when she lifted up. "I know you can last longer than that!"

"Not -- breath --" he panted, "Pants. My pants."

Vanessa paused, pushing past the hazy sensations as she looked down at the red-velvet covered rod.

"Santa -- can't have -- jizz -- on his lap --!"

The tigress hissed a curse. She pulled away, feeling him twitch as she struggled to get her toes beneath the costume's waistline.

"Yeah, yeah -- sorry about that, honey."

James groaned as she worked her way in, kicking and pulling the over-pants down for him.

"--But that just means you'll have to save it all for me."

He almost failed her when the red fabric slid down her footpaw and she squeezed his nethers. The tigress chuffed at his stifled gasp, giving him one warning bounce to catch his breath before sitting back down.

"There we go," Vanessa hummed, wiggling herself into place, "now you can buck up into me all you like."

James did, gripping at her striped thighs as she rolled her soft paws over his groin. Toes squeezed balls, a center-pad pressed on his head. His length strained against a fraction of her big paw, the fabric separating them agony. The tigress chuckled slightly when he blindly tried to remove his pants; she cooed when he whimpered pitifully beneath her, stroking her legs in a quiet plea.

"Fine," she sighed, letting him catch his breath again. She gave him the opportunity, at least; when she clawed at his belt and button, every breath beneath her became a gasp. James was vaguely aware of the cold air on his nethers, but Vanessa's warm pads hardly left his length. He yelped when she gave him a rough, downward stroke; his thick tormentor chuckled.

"Oooh, I think I'll have to stay like this," she said, listening to his panting, "hearing you squeal like that is so precious."

"Vanessa -- fuck --"

He pulsed against her paw.

"Oh? You want to fuck?"

"Not a joke -- V!"

The tigress let him go with a groan.

"I was just starting to have fun," she pouted as she stood. "You gotta learn to last longer!"

"Not -- my fault you've got such a -- great ass," James panted. He pulled himself up carefully, trying not to set off his sensitive member. The cushion was still warm from his temptress' cushiony cheeks. The dull thud of a paw brought his attention back to her; her excitement shimmered , sparkling with the dots of red and green light. She leaned in to nip at his ear, growling when his hands caught her breasts pressing into his chest.

"Are you ready?" she whispered.

"Wait, we're fucking?"

The tigress bit his ear hard enough for him to yelp.

"You are *so* going to pay tonight..."

"Wait!" James said as the tigress pulled back, hips raised. "I-it's a little cold. Could we share the sweater?"

Vanessa paused. Her predatory eyes softened only a hair as she panted, inches from her kill.

"I-I'm serious..."

A single chuff graced her panting.

"You're gonna watch one of my movies and be my snuggle-bug tonight," she sighed, slipping the hem of her cardigan over his head. She shivered at his sigh against her stomach. "No complaints."

"No complaints," the human breathed.

Vanessa chuffed one last time before dropping down. The chair's creaking drowned out the couple's stifled cries; Vanessa stopped hers from pleasure and discipline, while James' was absorbed by the biggest pair of boobs he'd ever come to know. The sounds that followed with their small bounces and thrusts were gentle as well. Puffs and pants, chuffs and moans. The tight hug and full-body contact meant neither lasted very long before they both were rocked by orgasm. But both squeezed and squirmed to eek out every bit of pleasure, every bit of seed.

James could feel the tigress' rumbling purr reverberate throughout her titty prison. It peaked into chuffs and coos when he began kissing the heady depths of her cleavage. Vanessa rubbed her sweater-pillows around him, shimmying on his shaft to coax more shuddering pulses out of him. He did the same to her hips, feeling her flanks jump beneath her generous padding.

Both of them groaned at the buzz of the former knight-watchman's alarm.

"I knew you had this planned out," Vanessa grumbled, giving him one last squeeze of her chest. James gave a muffled grunt of affirmation, slapping her hips one last time.

"That was good," the tigress sighed as she disentangled herself. She cooed, stroking her human's cheek when he hissed at the cold.

"Ahh... well, I suppose I won't be seeing you tonight, then," he said. "You got your payback, sounds like."

Vanessa chuckled. She flicked him with her tail, making him watch as she wiggled back into her jeans.

"Not by a long shot."

James opened his mouth, but Vanessa silenced him with a finger and then a kiss.

"You can tell it to me later, Santa," she said, "you're gonna have business to attend to pretty soon."

James grumbled as he gave her a peck back. The tigress collected her things as he hastily suited back up; her eyes widened when her paw came across something. A grin spread across her face.

"How long is this shift?" she asked, watching him tuck in his fake belly and start on his beard.

"It goes until 8, so -- another two hours. I don't have a mirror, could you make sure the wig is good?"

James motioned her closer when she merely looked down at him.

"Closer! Closer!"

The tigress rolled her eyes. She leaned in, tugging on his beard this way and that before kissing him through the puffy fabric. He spluttered; she'd stolen his chance!

"Well, I'll see you in two hours or so," Vanessa said.

"Good," James said, glancing at the clock. "Right on time."

"Oh, so eager to get rid of your booty call?"

"Yes, yes," he said, motioning her off as the mall's music began to leak in. "Run along now, little girl. Santa's got other things he's gotta do."

Vanessa couldn't contain her smile, and reached into her purse.

"Not so fast. You seem to have forgotten this..."

The tigress pulled out his wallet, waving it in front of him. The human let out a jolly laugh, getting back into character as he reached for it.

"Oh no!" the tigress said, yanking it away. There was an evil smile on her face as the leather billfold slid back into her purse. James looked at her with wide eyes as she backed towards the exit, the roar of the waiting crowd starting to come in as the assistants opened the doors.

"You can have *this* back after you pay the rest of what you owe me tonight, little man..."