It's a quiet night on Christmas Eve. Throughout the city, adults and children alike have fallen into a restless slumber, their minds alight with the excitement of Christmas Day, where presents are opened and everyone sits around the table to enjoy the warmth of one another's company...at least, that's how it is for most. But for some, they will spend their holidays alone...and perhaps some even prefer it that way.

In the middle of the night, in a one-story home in the urban sprawl of the city, a man awoke to the sound of quiet, purposed creaking in the rooms beyond. The mass of the man squirmed in the single bed, their room cold with the outside chill, and they threw their covers to the side as their curiosity got the better of him-- he was a man who lived alone, and movement in another room could only mean one thing...but with the time of the year it is, it couldn't be something as childish as what he thought, could it? Surely no. In the dark, the silhouette of the adult shuffled, scooting until he reached the end of the bed, and with a grunt, paws met the floor. He sauntered across the room and grabbed the door handle, having to strain to reach it, before heading out into the hallway. All he could see was darkness as he peered all the way down to the living room, but the sound of shuffling and the stomping of feet against the floor was obvious. He steeled himself, heart pounding in his chest, as he stepped forward, putting a hand on the wall to help direct him.

When he reached the entranceway to the living room, he could see a silhouette standing around his Christmas tree, whose lights had been turned off when he went to bed earlier. The curtains were closed and provided little to no illumination on the scene, but luckily for the homeowner, there was a light switch just above him. He reached out, having to get on his tiptoes, and flicked the switch, bathing the room in a white-ish glow.

The small chubby man, a corgi of only 3 feet, stared wide-eyed at the intruder, realising rather quickly that it wasn't a burglar, but someone much more festive. Once bent over near the Christmas tree, the figure straightened up to reveal a remarkably chubby, pure white polar bear. Their muzzle darkened at the end to a black nose, and most of their body was obscured and covered up by a bright red suit with a white trim, complete with a similarly designed hat. Just about anyone in most countries knew what that meant.

"...Santa?" The corgi blinked, eyes wide, as the polar bear turned towards him, fixing him with a gaze. There was just as much surprise in the taller male's expression, but it quickly faded, replaced by a lidded gaze and a small smile. The corgi quickly understood why; he was the kind of guy to sleep naked, and he hadn't even thought about his stark nudity before that moment...but not that he thought about it, he was on full display. Unlike other males, too, he was rather big down there.

For a moment, there was just silence, as the corgi waited for 'Santa' to respond...but after a few moments, the polar bear started to chuckle. 

"Hoho, that's right, King. It's me, Santa," The polar bear called him by his name, and there's no way he would have known that if he weren't the real Santa...right? "And you, little boy, should be in bed!"

"I'm not..." King wanted to argue that he's a fully grown adult, but he kind of liked the idea of playing along a little. "I just heard a bump in the night, but I didn't know it was you, Santa!"

"Who else would be coming down your..." Santa glanced across the room, scanning for a fireplace that wasn't there, before he cleared his throat. "Anyway...I've checked my list, and you've been a very good boy this year, King. So good, in fact, that I think you deserve an extra special present."

"Really?!" King was surprised; he had an energetic personality that tended to rub people the wrong way sometimes, so he thought he wasn't necessarily on the good list...but he's always done good things, so perhaps he should have expected it!

"Of course," The polar bear stepped across the room, dropping what looked like a large sack just beside the Christmas tree-- there were presents already under there that King hadn't put there before. "This is a very nice gift, just for you."

"Well, what is it?" The corgi asked, looking up at the man as he approached. King was only about 3 feet tall, and this polar bear was well over 6 feet, closer to 7; the size difference between them was immense. Hell, King was only just barely crotch height!

Slowly the polar bear started to lower himself, moving until he got onto his knees on the hardwood floor, before he pushed his legs out from under him and slid the chubby weight of his body backwards, until his belly touched the floor. King was a little confused at first-- was he laying down, or playing a game, or something else? But he quickly understood when the polar bear's head lowered just enough for it to be roughly at King's crotch level, as low down to the ground as that was. For a moment the Corgi stood there and watched, but his eyes twinkled with delight as 'Santa' slipped off his hat and tossed it to the side, so it was out of the way of what he truly wanted to do.

"What a wonderful 'gift' you've left out for me, King," The ursine remarked as he brought his head closer, a rumbling chuckle escaping his muzzle. "Quite a wonderful package. Though I would prefer milk and cookies..."

"Oh, well...there is some milk in there, if you try hard enough." The words tumbled from King's mouth before he could stop himself, and in the wake of it, he couldn't help but grin, mostly out of nerves. Corny remarks were kind of his thing, but that didn't mean everyone liked it. To his surprise, however, the polar bear lidded his eyes and his smile grew wider. He licked his large lips, dancing his eyes up and down, before he shuffled closer.

King had a pretty large endowment for a corgi his size; his balls were thick and heavy, as ample as full-size oranges, and his humanoid-shaped cock, with a bunched foreskin, was thick even in its flaccid form, and it'd only get bigger with the polar bear's advances-- even in the few moments before, the complimenting of his package had encouraged blood to rush to his loins, causing his cock to swell to an eager chub. The hot breath of the taller man on his dick sent delightful tingles up his body that made his member swell even more, but Santa didn't wait until he was fully hard to get a taste; he flicked out his wide, fleshy tongue, and it smeared along the cream-coloured underside of the corgi's cock, causing it to twitch and bounce.

A hum escaped the smaller male, one of a mixture of eager anticipation, delight and confusion; was Santa always a horny person like this? Should it be considered a mighty privilege for him to get a blowjob from Santa? All sorts of thoughts crossed his mind, but in the end it didn't matter, for most, if not all of them, were quelled as the polar bear brought his muzzle closer, opening wide until the tip of the corgi's cock disappeared beneath that mouth.

Moist warmth enveloped the corgi's member and he groaned in satisfaction, his member eagerly twitching from the sensation, and he couldn't resist pushing his hips forward as he sunk into the polar bear's mouth. Santa bobbed all the way down to the base and stayed there, suckling sweetly as this tongue wormed and slipped around the length, coating every inch of it in a film of slick spittle that made his withdrawal easy. He hovered by the tip again, for only a few breaths, before he pushed his mouth down and plunged again, and in response the corgi thrust once more, humming his approval.

"I didn't know Santa was...so good at polishing candy canes." King teased, having to suppress the giggle that escaped his mouth as he rocked his hips at a lazy rhythm, and the polar bear looked up at the corgi, eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and amusement, before he closed his eyes and truly got into it, perhaps encouraged by King's words. Though, in the corgi's eyes, Santa didn't need to prove himself; he was already doing an incredible job.

With each smack and suckle of his lips, the polar bear started to quicken, picking up speed here and there until he was moving at a more purposed rhythm. King sped up to compensate, but it was beginning to take his hips and legs a little just to do it, though that discomfort quickly became drowned out by the pleasure that started to spike up his spine, encouraging him further. The sounds of their oral sex in the night were sloppy and wet as spit dribbled down Santa's chin and King's balls. After some time, the corgi put his hands on the polar bear's head, holding him firmly as he thrust, and the taller male slowed his bobbing motions to let King pound his mouth. The corgi's balls swung and slapped against the polar bear's muzzle, swinging up to his chin to spread that spit everywhere as he humped, his member twitching madly up against the roof of Santa's mouth and toward the back of his throat.

"Hmm, Santa...something's about to come down your chimney!" King urged, rolling his head back as he pounded his hips, his groans of pleasure becoming more fervent, more pronounced and strained, and his muscles clenched and his body tensed up. After a handful of moments of fervent groaning, his breath hitched in his throat and he let out a restrained grunt, pushing his hips forward until his crotch bumped neatly against the polar bear's mouth. He pressed there, kneading and rolling his hips, as his thick, ample cock pulsed all the way to the back of Santa's throat, the humanoid-shaped head of it swelling and throbbing with an imminent orgasm. A thick spurt shot from the end, white and gooey, followed by another, and then a more purposed, heavier splatter as the corgi sighed, his body relaxing on the spot.

He kept himself there as the polar bear's throat rolled and rhythmically swallowed every aching drop. The stump of King's tail wiggled with the delight of it-- it had been a while since he'd cum, and longer since he'd had sex; of all the things he was expecting on Christmas, this was the most absurd. With each virile pump of his length, his body spasmed with the sensitivity of his cock and the heavy bliss that washed over him, which made his body relax more and more as his breathing shifted from sucked-in, rapid gulps to tired, heavy sighs of relief. He pushed forward one final time, just an inch or two in an effort to squeeze out every last drop of his nut, before he slid back and hummed, shuffling his paws against the smooth floor as he retreated. The sight of his spit-slickened cock sliding from that mouth, turgid and thick, would have been a sight to behold for anyone.

When the tip of it was clear from the polar bear's muzzle, it swung upward to twitch and throb at a nearly 45-degree angle, and now that it was fully hard, both of them could take in and acknowledge the sheer size of it-- compared to the corgi, it was remarkably enormous, and to the average person it was still an incredible size, at least a good 9 or 10 inches. The polar bear smacked his lips with clear interest as he opened his eyes to examine the corgi's member, and he trailed his eyes up to meet his energetic gaze.

"My-- still so stiff after a good polishing...this candy cane is going to take a lot to suck down." Santa murmured with that familiar twinkle in his eye again, and King couldn't help but rise to the lewd provocation.

"You'll have to try a different method to polish it," King insisted. "I think you have other presents to give me, right Santa?"

The inference was obvious to the two of them, despite their play-acting. From the floor, the polar bear pushed back and slid across the wood, rolling and inevitably sitting up, throwing his head over his shoulder at the corgi and offering him a remarkably charming smile. His expression turned king on a little; he was eager to see what the man had in mind, but he was just as much of an adult too, and he had a pretty good idea.

With a heave and a grunt, Santa pulled himself from the floor and got to his feet, moving over to the couch, and he bent over the seats, leaning until his head and shoulders came to the back cushions, close to the window. The curtains were drawn to obscure any lewd activities-- not that Kind would have minded putting on a show-- and the chubby polar bear squirmed on the spot as he moved a hand back, straining to reach for his pants. King licked his lips and widened his eyes as Santa managed to reach the waistband of his red and white clothes, and he tucked in a thumb to slip them down at the back, slowly but surely revealing a delightfully round, chubby ass-- plenty to grab.

King couldn't resist, not with an ass like that in front of him; he stepped across the room quickly, licking his lips as he got to the edge of the couch. His hand reached up, running across the plumpness of those thick cheeks, and his hands grabbed fistfuls of it, squeezing and massaging the fur and flesh as he dipped his other hand down and underneath Santa's stomach, groping around his chubby stomach, lewdly flexing his fingers and claws against the softness of the pristine white fur until he dragged his palm across the polar bear's pelvis, toward his crotch. His hand cupped a significant amount of the man's package, feeling those heavy nuts against his small palm before he trailed his fingers up and relished the obvious turgidness of the polar bear's cock, already so achingly hard, against his hand. His fingers grazed the underside, and his digits wrapped around the tip, stroking from the tip all the way down as the polar bear shuddered, his muscles clenching.

"I-I can see why you're on the nice list..." Santa had been quite mutual in their pleasure initially, eager to have his fill as much as King, but in that moment he stammered and looked embarrassed, perhaps even submissive, which just riled King up even more-- his energetic nature often made him keen to be in charge, and that made him a fierce dominant.

"I just wanted to know what the North Pole felt like." King giggled, licking his lips as his hand fumbled around the polar bear's package, rolling those 'jingle balls' around in his fingers and feeling the way they tensed up here and there. He brought his other hand back, hovering it a distance from that rear, and he quickly brought it to the fur, slapping Santa right on the ass. Who could say they got to do that? The reverberation of his slap, and the way the taller male's ass jiggled with the strike, just made King even more turned on.

He brought his hands back, grasping onto the cushions for a moment with the intention of hopping up and getting onto the polar bear somehow, but he quickly realised how difficult the logistics of it were. Instead, he withdrew and turned to the coffee table, and that a small distance from the edge of the couch. It didn't take much for him to drag it over, and it was made of wood, not glass, so he felt comfortable clambering up onto it so that he could stand on the lip-- despite the corgi's own chubbiness, being 3 foot tall and not all that heavy had its advantages. With the extra height, and with some adjustment on the polar bear's side, King ended up in prime position to bury himself in that ass. He reached out his hungry hands, tucking his thumbs into that large crack, and he pulled to the sides, revealing the soft, darkish-pink hole hidden within.

"Wow, Santa, your other chimney looks real tight! I'm surprised anything's able to fit in there." King remarked, watching the way it clenched and spasmed now that it was exposed to the air.

"Plenty to fit in my sack, King...and you've got quite the stocking stuffer right there." The polar bear lewdly remarked, turning his head so that he could look at the corgi over his shoulder. King delighted in his compliment and his hands squeezed the parts of the ass he was grabbing, which in turn made the taller male clench up, his hole squeezing tight.

"My sack is eagerly awaiting some presents, King...would you assist my elves this year and make some presents in there?" The polar bear, despite his sheepishness before, wagged his ass left and right with clear intent-- at that point, how could King say no? One hand pulled back from the ass and dipped down to his crotch whilst the other held it open firmly, eager and desperate for what lay within. His hand worked his shaft, stroking from base to tip in a way that made every inch of his humanoid cock surge with sheer, unbridled lust, the length of it madly throbbing within his grip, and with a quiet huff under his breath, he angled the member, smearing the tip of it against the polar bear's behind and pushing it right up against his pucker. He knew Santa could feel the thickness of it, could feel how deep it would go...and King had no intention of making him wait with anticipation.

With a stifled groan of pleasure, the chubby corgi started to push, thrusting his member into that hole and spearing the flesh. The polar bear's pucker quickly opened up to accommodate him and the taller male's cheeks visibly clenched as his muscles spasmed, more out of delight than reluctance. With another eager hump, the corgi slipped deeper, spreading the hole wide as the thick girth of his above-average length slid all the way to the halfway mark, where it was the thickest. Once the polar bear was past that, the rest slipped in with inevitable ease, until King's pelvis kisses with those chubby cheeks. King felt like he could get swallowed up in them, and as he tugged back, he could feel the aching suction of that hole clinging to him, not wanting to let him go. A hiss escaped his teeth, and he felt encouraged to shove back in again after only withdrawing half an inch, and his hands earnestly cupped around and clung to Santa's hips, digits threatening to dig into his skin.

"Ooooh Santa, your ass, it's so..." King rolled his head back for a moment and just basked in the sensations. "I didn't know a present could be wrapped so tight!"

"All the work of my little elves, I'm sure," Santa chuckled, letting out a brief, turned-on moan as he pushed his ass back against the corgi's cock. "Speaking of...you'd better keep going, little helper, if you want to get your present on time this year."

"Oooh, yes sir! I'm going to ride you like a reindeer..." King closed his eyes as he tugged back, meeting that resistance again, but this time he was a little more forceful in his withdrawal, and he tugged back with reckless abandon, until the edges of his glans tugged snugly at the tight ring of Santa's hole. He hovered there for just a moment before thrusting down, grunting with the exertion of plunging all the way to the base, and shuddering from the delightful heat and warmth that spread across his cock and danced all the way up his spine. He craved every inch of that hole, wanted to drown in it and the pleasure he felt. A large part of him wanted to go rough and hard...but would Santa accept that? For a moment, he hesitated, and in response, the polar bear wriggled his ass left and right, daring him to take the plunge.

King tugged back and thrust hard, beginning in on a steady rhythm-- his movements were sharp and plentiful, at a moderate pace that was neither slow and agonizing, nor quick and unbearable. Each clap of his pelvis against that ass make a combined squelch and slap that had the polar bear groaning, be it from the sounds or just the feeling of getting fucked itself. What King was most enamoured with was the way in which those chubby white-furred cheeks rippled with each thrust, every slam and 'plap' making them jiggle with the corgi's eager movements. King couldn't even remember the last time he'd fucked an ass that fat-- Santa was certainly packing in a lot of ways.

Over time, the corgi's huffs and pants of pleasure and exertion started to become more fervent and rich, occasionally intermingled with near-possessive snarls that were swallowed back more often than they were allowed to expel. It was only because of King's increasing pleasure that he felt the need to utter them, his attention diverted entirely to the messy act of their sex, to the wet noises of his cock plunging back and forth, slick with pre-cum. So desperate was his lust that he started to lift his left leg, his hands clenching against the polar bear's hips as his small body leant over, his inner thigh and foreleg brushing against the taller male's soft rump as he slammed his hips. His balls swung with every effort back and forth, the inevitable dribbles of his own leaky pre-seed starting to coat his nuts as he drew closer and closer to his release. He let out heavy, sharp exhales due to the effort it took for him to thrust with such speed and strength, and in return the polar bear cried out, having never been fucked with such raw passion before.

"G-Good heavens, oh," Santa half-whimpered out, his mouth agape with surprise. "Such an eager little helper-- my, the most eager I've ever had in all my workshop!"

"Hah...one present coming up...!" King growled, leaning further and further forward until his stomach was pressing to the polar bear's tail and chest, and he found his other leg naturally lifting as he practically tried to climb the taller male, much to Santa's surprise. His large frame squirmed, trying to get into a position where the corgi might not fall off him, and he arched his back as he felt the sensation of the corgi's cock and balls angling down roughly into him. King's paws wiggled, with no surface to touch, and he groaned with the mixed exertion and pleasure of trying to thrust in that peculiar position, his chest and stomach laid down against the arch of the polar bear's back. He might just be the only person who would ever have that position with Santa, and as he felt himself passing the point of no return, his legs instinctively stretching out and flexing, he imprinted the night into his brain, remembering it for years to come.

A quiet groan came from him, but it grew louder and louder as he humped, his nuts swinging, his cock plunging and pounding as the pleasure grew more and more intense, until his body was trembling with the effort of his thrusts, his shorter arms desperately wrapping around the polar bear's stomach as he pushed down, right as he felt the first spurt of his orgasm. Heat flooded the polar bear's innards, coated every nook and cranny of his tight canal, and with a shuddering, relaxing moan, the corgi's body went entirely limp. His heavy balls twitched and tucked up against his taint as his cock throbbed and periodically stiffened, each hard twitch spurting a thick, plentiful load straight into the taller male's guts. Beneath him, the polar bear hummed his satisfaction, one hand tucked between his legs so that he could happily grasp at and stroke himself, jerking his cock as the tingling feelings of heat and pleasure trickled deeper and deeper into him with each vivid spurt and pulse.

"Ho...good, good boy..." The polar bear huffed, closing his eyes for a moment to just bask in it. "I didn't think I'd get such a good helper this year..."

"Am I a helper, or a good boy on the nice list? Which is it?" King argued, squirming atop him, nudging his hips back and forth to coax out the remaining few drops of his climax-- he occasionally huffed from the feeling, and his ears twisted to the lewd sounds of his movements, namely the squelching and slick noises of his coated cock.

"Can't you be both?" Santa chuckled, pumping his member as he panted under his breath. "Plenty of Santa's little helpers have stuffed a stocking of their own...but I must say, your stocking is the most well-hung!"

"Thank you, Santa..." King hummed his approval at the compliment, his ego stroked by the remarks about his cock. He shifted and was reminded that his legs kind of ached; he hiked up a limb and found himself teetering off to the side of the polar bear's wide frame, causing him to re-balance and inevitably withdraw; his cock slid free from the hole, albeit an inch at a time, and when the head popped free, the both of them let out a collective groan, for different reasons. That dark ring spasmed and then clenched to hold in as much as it could, but nothing could stop the bead of gooey cum that trickled from the entrance and down Santa's taint.

King slipped to the side again and, with a grunt, rolled off Santa's body, landing on his back on the couch as his cock lewdly swung and slapped against his thigh, sticky with fluids. He slumped, tired from their wild activities, and he swung his head to the side to watch as the polar bear loosened his tense stance on the couch, and rolled in kind, albeit away from the corgi as opposed to toward him. He twisted his body as he rolled, inevitably landing on his back with the length of his body parallel to the back of the couch, his shoulders and some of his back resting against the arm on the other side. He swung a leg up, placing his ankle on the back cushions, and just about showed himself off, almost definitely deliberately. King couldn't help but take in the sight of it, from his chubby stomach, hidden by his red and white coat still, down to his fully hard, twitching cock resting against his inner thigh, and those plump nuts nestled above a visibly oozing hole, despite Santa's efforts to clench and keep all that 'Christmas cheer' inside him. He could see the polar bear taking in deep breaths, catching his breath from their recent sex.

With a cocky smirk, King turned, pulling himself onto all fours and scrambling across the cushions until he settled between Santa's legs, and the polar bear's eyes widened as King prodded his cock up and along the length of the taller male's down, where they twitched together. Sticky fluids of pre-cum and nut spread across the length of the polar bear's member, and King reached underneath to tuck his hand under Santa's cock so he could compare them-- Santa was just a little bit bigger, but if they were the same height, King was sure he'd win out, proportionally.

"S...Santa's rather tired, you know," The polar bear huffed, wiping his forehead with a free hand. "Maybe I need that glass of milk after all..."

"Can't a helper be proactive?" King argued, humping his hips up against the polar bear's cock. "Besides...it's Christmas, right? Aren't you meant to give me anything I want, Santa?"

"Ah, but haven't you already received your present? Asking too much would put you on the naughty list." Santa tried to smartly argue with him, but he realised that was a mistake; there was a glint in the corgi's eyes.

"If I was on the naughty list, so what would I get instead?" King asked, and the polar bear cleared his throat.

"I would...have to put a coal in your stocking..." He glanced at the corgi and fumbled when he saw the corgi's expression sour. "O-Or, bring my friend Krampus over to teach you a lesson..."

"A lesson on how to be good?" The corgi grinned, licking his lips. "I like the sound of that...am I being good right now? Does this count?"

He humped his hips against the polar bear's cock, and his hands wrapped greedily around the two of them in an attempt to stroke-- he could tell from the way Santa's gaze lidded over that he appreciated the touch.

"Ah, q-quite...then I think my colleague would very much like you to demonstrate how you can be good this Christmas." He mumbled.

"Call him," King insists with a toothy grin, his stumpy tail wiggling in anticipation. "This little helper's ready to work all through the night!"