Ember knew that his uncle didn't particularly like to chaperone; he was a bit of an odd sort, who preferred riding motorcycles or staying at home with his wife. He didn't have kids of his own, and did his utmost best to be a good uncle. That's why, on one particular day at the mall in the lead-up to Christmas, Ember wanted to be more or less on his best behaviour-- and for an already very good 8-year-old, such a feat was easy.

Sadly, he wasn't the only one at the mall that day with his uncle; his other uncle's kids, as well as his older sister's kids, were also with them. A handful of five cubs, of varying ages, being corralled by one man was a difficult task, but other than his own behaviour, Ember wasn't thinking about anything else but his main goal for that day: Santa. He was too young to realise he was not real, and no one's told him otherwise, either; the excitement of a cub knowing that Santa was coming to his hometown and he could speak with him directly was something that even Ember couldn't not get excited about, like any kid his age. For the past 20 minutes, they'd stood in line waiting, and with each passing moment, his uncle was growing more and more weary.

"I really hope that Santa lets me have the transforming NanoTruck!" He eagerly babbled to his uncle, who cast a gaze down at him as he spoke, before looking back at the queue and the area around. "It has 3 different transformation functions, and it talks, and..."

"Yeah, yeah." His uncle was listening, at least Ember thought so, and so the young grey-furred wolf kept talking, wiggling on the spot in his thick winter jacket and pants. His gloves had been stuffed into his pockets, and his uncle was holding onto his hat, amongst several others. Beside them, one of Ember's cousins piped up to chime in, equally excited and as naively informed of this transforming vehicle as Ember was, and the two madly spoke about it at length as the line shuffled along. Unlike most mall Santas, this one wasn't situated within a built grotto in the centre of the mall where the footfall was the most significant, but it had instead taken up the space of a temporary retail outlet that would have normally been replaced some kind of pop-up store at various other times of the year. Any adult was familiar with the spot-- it was once home to a dying bookstore chain that was outpaced by its competitors, and it had shuttered its doors a couple of months ago. People had speculated on its replacement, but had been pleasantly surprised to find it open roughly a week into December, with glittering lights, fanciful festive imagery and 'Santa himself', posing for photographs.

"Oooh, and it can shoot laser balls out of its hand! Yeah!" Ember loudly cried out with glee alongside one of his cousins as another pulled at the uncle's leg, the line growing shorter and shorter. It was clear that they were impatient-- any kid would start getting restless after having stood in line for so long, but they didn't have to wait for long. Ember's uncle cleared his throat as the family in front of them, a couple and their daughter, moved forward to get their picture taken. The girl was just as excited as Ember and the other kids in his uncle's company.

"Look, you...four? Jess? Get over here-- look, there's Santa!" The uncle attempted to enthral the five of them, Ember included, into looking at what they were so desperately waiting in line for. "See? Aren't you excited?"

Ember stood and stared as the girl of the couple, younger than him and a slender tabby feline, clambered up onto the lap of someone who, in Ember's eyes, was the epitome of Santa. He'd seen many depictions of him through the TV and from his parent's eager explanations, and almost all of them were the near-identical description of the man before him. Big, white, fluffy, dressed head to toe in a red outfit with a white trim, and a big, shaggy white beard...he was a Samoyed, and Ember was convinced the beard was real-- even his face looked old! Ember immediately fell a swell of excitement at the thought of being able to speak with the real Santa directly; if he was polite and nice, like he always was, then he was sure to get the NanoTruck he wanted!

Waiting was agony, and Ember fiddled with his scarf since he was not allowed to be the first to go of the group; when the feline girl finally sidled off Santa's lap, a couple of the wolf's cousins went first, at his uncle's behest-- though, Ember knew it was because they were his kids. They spoke to Santa one after the other, and a caribou dressed up in a bright green and red jump, with a pair of slim brown slacks and a hat, took a picture of them sitting in the Samoyed's lap. The canine chuckles along with Ember's cousins as they talk about what they want-- ponies, dinosaur toys, plushies and the like-- until, finally, Ember is encouraged to step forward by his uncle's guiding hand.

"Hoho! And who's this here?" The Samoyed smiles, his eyes twinkling with delight as Ember approaches, and the boyish wolf can't help but grin, his tail wagging furiously. He puts his arms out and the canine tucks his adult hands underneath Ember's armpits, pulling him up onto his lap, where he sits him on his right knee. Ember's small legs fit into the space between the Samoyed's own, and as Ember sits there, his nostrils flare to the scent of pine cones and cinnamon. It's a nice smell, that reminds him of Christmas time.

"Why don't you tell me your name, little one?" Santa flashes a grin, and Ember beams even wider at his friendliness.

"I'm Ember," The wolf introduced himself. "Um, Mr. Santa, is it true you'll give me the present I want?"

"Ho! So bold, young boy! But yes, as long as you're good. Let me...check my list." The canine waggled his eyebrows and turned to the side, bringing up a clipboard. Ember tried to peek over to look, but the Samoyed deliberately tilted the clipboard so he couldn't see, waggling his finger in a way that made the wolf giggle; it seemed like Santa was having fun with it, and so was he.

"Let's see...Ember, Ember...ah, here we are! Yes, Ember-- you are on the nice list, there's no doubt. Why, one of the nicest boys I know!" The Samoyed did a good job of buttering Ember up, because he was eating up the praise eagerly, his young tail wagging so furiously that it threatened to potentially kick up the face snow-- though he didn't know that-- on the floor of the grotto.

"Now, tell me," Santa continued with a hum. "What is it you want for Christmas, Ember?"

"Oh! I really wanted to get a NanoTruck! They can turn into different trucks and even a big, tall mech that fires lasers and rockets like...pew, pew!" Ember makes a motion with his hands, much to the Samoyed's amusement. "And they have a remote so you can make them trans...transf..."

"Transform?"

"Yeah! Transform! And it makes cool sounds and...and..." Ember was beginning to run out of things to say about it, but it wasn't like Santa needed persuading.

"As long as you keep being a good boy all the way to Christmas, all you want this year will be under your tree. I can promise you that-- and Santa always keeps his promises!" The Samoyed chuckled, his arm wrapped around Ember's back, and he squeezed him encouragingly, making the wolf smile even more. "Ah, but don't forget those milk and cookies, young man; delivering presents across the world is a very tiring job, and I'm not getting any younger!"

"I won't forget! Pinky swear!" Ember puffed out his chest. "I'll leave out so many cookies!"

"Just a few, boy," Santa insisted, before he gestured to the camera set up a short distance away. "Would you like to take a picture for your uncle to take home?"

"Okay!" He straightened himself up, trying to look presentable as he grinned over at the camera. The caribou helped readied the equipment and held some kind of button in his hand, instructing them to sit up straight, and telling them when to say Christmas. Ember waited dutifully, but what he didn't expect was to feel hot breath against his ear, faint enough that he was sure Santa wasn't that close to him, but close enough for him to be aware of the proximity.

"Ember..." Santa began in a quiet, hushed tone that only the two of them could surely hear. "If you're still at the mall an hour from now, come by to visit."

"Huh?" Ember squeaked, but didn't get a chance to question further.

"Say Christmas!"

Ember didn't have a chance to look toward the camera before the caribou pressed his thumb down on the controller in his hand. The camera beside him flashed and took a photo of the two of them, and Ember blinked and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't have an opportunity to ask Santa to elaborate further; he was scooted off of Santa's lap and urged to join his family, whilst at the same time his uncle encouraged one of the other kids to step forward. A multitude of thoughts ran through the cub's mind, but he kept them to himself as he rejoined the group, watching when the others climbed up onto Santa's lap to say what they wanted, one after the other.

The thought of revisiting the grotto in an hour continued to plague Ember's mind as they left the grotto, and he followed along with his cousins and uncle as they headed through the mall and stopped by a local fast food joint for 'dinner'-- it was something that had apparently been promised, but Ember honestly couldn't remember. The wolf ate with the rest of them as he mulled over the words, constantly finding himself checking the time, seeing how long it was until an hour...it inched closer and closer, and he found himself getting restless and excited. What could Santa possibly want with him? What was waiting for him at that grotto? It was hard to tell, and Ember assumed mostly the best: a room piled high with gifts, because he was so good!

Thankfully, he'd get his wish. When they'd finished eating, his uncle said something about going to the arcade-- he wanted to shop, but didn't want to 'bore them', which made sense. Ember was too naive to realise he was being pawned off to the arcade so that he wouldn't be an annoyance, same as the rest of his cousins, and they were all easily placated by the idea of playing games until they had to go home. After everyone finished their food, his uncle corralled them up and ushered them down the mall to the arcade, leaving them at the entrance. He assured them he'd be back in an hour to take them home, but didn't elaborate on where he was going other than, rather simply, 'shopping'.

Ember watched as his uncle strode off down the mall, turning to the right and disappearing out of sight, and the young wolf turned his head to see his cousins immediately heading into the arcade without even waiting for him, or perhaps assuming he'd be following along right behind them. For a moment he hesitated, pulled between going with them and being a good boy, or doing what Santa asked him to do...and in the end, the latter won out over the former.

Sneaking out from the arcade was easy, mostly because he knew definitively that Santa's grotto was to the left, and his uncle had gone the opposite direction. All it took was for him to make the trip there, and who was going to stop a kid wandering around that wasn't theirs? The wolf quickly made his way across the marble flooring as his ears twisted to the chatter of those nearby, his body nervously on high alert, like he knew he was doing something he shouldn't. His uncle was expecting him to stay at the arcade, but he couldn't resist the call, couldn't resist Santa's suggestion. In only a handful of minutes, he found himself right by the shutters leading into the grotto, and he could hear talking beyond, but it was too loud in the main mall area to hear what they were saying. The shutters were halfway closed, and he felt bad about doing it, perhaps even a little scared, but he quickly looked around before ducking down under the metal and crawling his way inside.

The grotto was like it was before, but someone had turned on the lights overhead, making the place look brighter compared to the twinkling dim light of the fairy lights and magical twinkling stars that had dotted the walls, now dark with the lights on. The warm white that spread throughout the room made it easy to see everything, and Ember's gaze immediately fell upon Santa, along with the caribou, who seemed to be collecting things together and putting them into boxes, both of them moving around the room. The caribou went to haul a box to the back of the room as Santa turned, and his eyes widened when he spotted Embar standing by the shutters.

"You...you came." The Samoyed sounded surprised, and then quickly gestured for the boy to approach. Ember hesitantly stepped forward, casting his eyes to the side; the camera was still set up, pointed at the chair, and as Ember drew closer, the older canine moved to take a seat back in it, chuckling as he reached out a hand.

"Come, now, Ember" He soothed. "Don't be shy. You came to see me, didn't you?"

"U-Uh-huh," Ember gulped, puffing out his chest. "You said to come back."

"I did," Santa continued as the caribou reappeared, briefly taken by surprise at Ember's appearance, but relaxing quickly as the Samoyed continued talking. "I wanted to give you an...invitation."

"To what?" A multitude of thoughts went through the cub's mind. Was he being invited to Santa's workshop? Would he make toys with the elves? Maybe he might even get to ride with Santa on Christmas!

"Why, to join my Reindeer team, of course!" Santa insisted. "It's a prestigious club, only for the best and goodest of children. I only pick one every few years..."

"Really?!" Ember couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he was easily swept up into it, despite how vague it sounded.

"Of course! Ah, but..." The Samoyed trailed off for a moment as he put a hand on his beard, giving it a stroke as he turned his head to look up at the caribou, if only for just a moment. "To be in such an important club...why, I believe you fit the part, young Ember, but you need to prove yourself to be sure!"

"Y...Yes! Yes, I'll prove myself, I promise!" It made perfect sense to the 8-year-old, who understood that this was a grand undertaking. The Samoyed nodded with some kind of understanding and he made a gesture to the caribou beside him, who stepped past Ember and over toward the shutters. Ember turned to watch for a moment, quickly realising he was closing the shutter doors a little further, that being the only entrance and only way to see into the grotto-- there were no windows on the side-- but the cub didn't quite understand why initially. When he turned around, however, it became apparent, even to his naive self.

In the time that it had taken for Ember to turn and inevitably look back, Santa had done the unthinkable with a boy his age: his red felt pants had been pushed down around his ankles, his paws shifted to get comfortable, and his hands pulled up the hem of his similarly-coloured coat to show off all the chubby, naked glory of Santa beneath those garments. Ember's eyes fell upon it instantly, taking in the sight of a plump sheath, and a heavy pair of balls that sat squashed between thick thighs, free only when the canine spread his legs a little wider to put everything in full display. Colour rushed to Ember's cheeks, but this wasn't the first time he'd done 'things' of this nature; there were many, and the thing he could most vividly recall was a football game not that long ago...

"Come on now, don't be shy." The canine urged with a soothing tone, and Ember found himself awkwardly standing on the spot for a moment, not necessarily unsure but just stunned at the turn of events, before the reality of the situation hit him as a pair of hands urged him forward from behind. The pup turned his head up at the caribou, who offered him nothing but a relaxed, confident smile and another light push, which further encouraged an initially apprehensive Ember forward after a few moments. He soon found himself standing between the Samoyed's legs, and with attentive, clumsy hands, he cupped the canine's balls, leaning over slightly to get himself closer-- he realised, at that moment, that this was his opportunity to prove himself the way Santa wanted. Those plump orbs felt weighty against his hands, sizeable enough to fill out most of his palm, his fingers curling around to the back of them to cradle them effectively. He could hear the Samoyed's tender groan of approval and knew he liked what he was doing. Shortly thereafter, Ember felt hands on his shoulders once again, and he glanced back to see the caribou looking down at him with a grin, one that put Ember at ease.

When Ember focused his attention back to Santa, he could see that even just a little touch to the man's private parts was enough to stir him; a reddish-pink tip was slipping from the entrance of that plump sheath, and it twitched every so often, with a nudging thrust from the Samoyed's hips easily coaxing it out an inch or so to show more of it off. A bead of pre-cum already oozed out from the tip, and Ember found himself instinctively dragging his hands up to the growing heat of it, his fingers wrapping around the narrow, tapered end. That touch was met with another, more purposed groan of approval, and Santa rolled his hips against Ember's hands as the cub stroked down from the tip toward the rounded sheath, watching the way the cock rapidly swelled from his small hands.

Ember found himself quickly getting into it; he didn't even need encouragement to put his lips to the member as he leaned over further, bending a bit with his short stature so that his mouth could reach the length. He brushed his muzzle along the underside, feeling the sheer heat of it, and his ears twisted to the hummed sighs of the canine above, his muscles relaxing from the gentle squeezing of the caribou behind him, who massaged his shoulders and started moving down his body, groping at his sides, hands palming over his winter jacket. Ember's muzzle trailed up to the tip, the pre-cum smearing across the short fur around his muzzle, and the young wolf opened his mouth to taste it, his tongue sliding across the very end and scooping up that translucent fluid. There was a mild saltiness to it, and he could tell from the way another bead hit his tongue that the older man above him liked it. He tilted his head down as his one hand tugged on the member slightly, adjusting its angle, and his eyes danced up to the Samoyed's face, watching his parted lips and lidded eyes, as he slowly descended on the member, letting it glide straight along his tongue and into his muzzle.

"That's it, good pup..." Santa encouraged him as Ember's head glided down, and at the same time, the caribou's hands began to move, descending past his sides towards his hips. The wolf wriggled on the spot as he felt fingers teasing around the waistband of his pants, and a quiet whimper escaped from around that twitching length in his mouth as he felt cool air brush across his behind, the snugness of his pants brushing across his thighs-- all the context clues were telling him his pants were being pulled back, but he couldn't see very well from his bowed position, his head slowly but surely getting closer to the fluffy curvature of Santa's belly. A hand rubbed between his ears and pushed back the hat he was wearing, letting it drop to the floor, and Ember quivered on the spot when more hands touched his bare fur and flesh around his hips, cupping his cheeks. He pushed his ass against the roaming grip of those hands as thumbs dug into the crack of his behind and spread him-- he snapped his body forward for a moment out of surprise, before quickly pressing back again, aware of know what the caribou wanted. Ember was determined to leave a good impression so he could be part of that club, too.

The member in his mouth throbbed up and down wildly, straining against his pursed muzzle, almost like it was fighting his lips as it pushed up against the roof of his mouth and prodded the back of his throat. A warm hand between his ears guided him further down as Ember's young muzzle bumped with a rapidly swelling bulbous base, and with one hand he cupped the tautness of it, the other pressed to the Samoyed's knee to keep him steady. He stroked around what was clearly the Samoyed's knot, and just that touch alone to the sensitive member had Santa grunting and instinctively thrusting into his mouth, and Ember let out grunts of his own as the tapered tip of that canine cock nudged and pressed down into his throat, stretching what had already been trained to accommodate such things many times before.

The caribou's hands, meanwhile, withdrew their groping and squeezed around Ember's sides, curling to his front to palm over the front of his turgid little knotty erection and tiny coin-purse balls, making Ember squirm, before he travelled up to the front of his clothes. A finger traced the line of his zipper until it reached his collar, and Ember lifted his arms to give the man access to pull it down, revealing the sweater the cub had on beneath. Ember couldn't help but be vividly aware of how firmly that caribou was pressed to his back, an obviously pulsing mass that was hidden beneath clothes smearing lewdly up and down his ass and the small of his back. He could even feel the man's stomach and part of his chest lining up against his back, fully enveloping him as hands plucked at the hem of his sweater.

Santa hummed above him as he tugged the loose end of the cub's scarf to bring his muzzle down. He rolled his hips against the boy's mouth and delighted in the way Ember tried to keep himself lax and easy, and those hands running around Santa's swelling knot slipped down to his balls, cupping around each orb as his paws curled and tried to cradle every aching inch. He wanted to keep going, knowing what would eventually be waiting for him, but as the caribou's hands roamed and started to lift his sweater, it was starting to become difficult. It was like the two men were fighting over parts of the cub they wanted access to, and they eventually conflicted in their desires; the caribou wanted that boy completely naked, whilst the Samoyed wanted to bust down the boy's throat. Ember squirmed against the other man's squeezing hands as they cupped around his stomach and chest until, eventually, the Samoyed conceded, lifting his hand and cupping it under Ember's chin, easing him up and off his twitching length.

The young canine's eyes trailed up to look at the Samoyed's expression, catching a mixture of amusement and anticipation in his twinkling eyes, before he felt the sweater being pulled up further and further, the coolness of the air condition through the vents meeting with his naked chest. He instinctively lifted his arms, and his top-- sweat and shirt combined-- sailed up and over his head, leaving him fully in the nude except for his scarf. He didn't even feel shy about it, and stood there more or less unabashedly, but not necessarily proudly. Santa's gaze raked over his young form before he patted his bare leg, indicating what he wanted. Ember briefly turned to look up at the caribou, catching a glimpse of a prominent outline in his pants, before he approached the older canine, putting his hands on his knees. Large hands snuck under his armpits and he was brought back up onto Santa's lap in earnest, but this time he wasn't situated straight on top of his knees; instead, he was manhandled and manoeuvred until his cute rump pushed and smeared right up against the spit-slicken cock. The boy settled in the best position he could manage, his legs bending down as his knees bumped and pressed to Santa's own, his paws dragging back and settling on either side of the Samoyed's hips, wedged between the armchair and the canine's sides.

"Are you ready for your first gift?" Santa asked him, and Ember knowingly rubbed his behind against the cock as greedy hands lifted him up toward the tapering tip. It smeared between his cheeks and pressed firmly to his hole, slipping and smearing around as pre-cum spread across his sensitive flesh, until it inevitably met with that hole at just the right angle. Ember reached back to grasp his behind and his young fingers dug in against his own rump, pulling his cheeks back to expose himself. He tried to look back to see Santa's expression, but it took a lot just to balance himself properly in that half-bent position, knelt on the Samoyed's legs. He could feel the slippery wetness of that tapering tip rubbing up and down his hole as the canine rolled his hips and thrust up against him.

"Will you let me into your chimney, Ember?" Santa asked with a lustful growl, but he didn't even wait for Ember's response-- not that the boy gave much other than a whimper and a wiggle of his hips-- before he pushed, letting the narrow tip of his cock slip against an entrance so tight that its squeezing threatened to push him out already. His hips helped Ember to lever and lower onto him, and as the boy descended, the caribou moved next to the chair, his hands reaching down to wrestle with his slacks. Ember found his gaze naturally moving over to it, staring at the outline in his pants as his young hands kept his ass spread, and his eyes widened as the caribou unceremoniously yanked his pants down, steadily revealing every length inch of his cock, with a defined medial ring and a thick, flared head that, once free from the slacks, swung upwards to hang near-horizontal, sagging under its own girthy weight. Ember had seen a few horsecocks in his lifetime, and each was as salivating as the last.

The caribou nudged his hips in the boy's direction and his cock bobbed and swung, bouncing slightly and throbbing with even the simplest of movements, and Ember couldn't help but eagerly withdraw his hands from his own behind-- Santa was more or less 'in his chimney now', anyway-- and reach out to grab it as he tried to get comfortable, his toes curling from the effort it took to sink his ass lower as he straightened his back. His behind sailed down inch by inch, carefully and methodically thanks to the Samoyed's guiding hands, until Ember felt a sense of fullness on top of inner and outer resistance; that cock snugly bulged his stomach a little and made his insides squeeze and flex, any discomfort easily washed away by pleasurable sensations, but he couldn't go any further down thanks to the thick, bulbous knot that kneaded against his hole.

"Taking it all...you're a good boy, aren't you?" Santa groaned, rolling his hips up against Ember's behind, his breath huffing quietly against the cub's ear before he leant back, his hands cupping around the wolf's boyish hips, squeezing encouragingly before settling down, keeping a firm grip. At the same time, the caribou got himself in prime position, his member swinging around until it hovered right before Ember's muzzle-- in the boy's half-seated position, his head was at the perfect height, and it was clear that Santa's helper wasn't about to let him have all the fun. The 8-year-old's eyes danced up and down that member before looking up at the caribou's face, taking in his smirk of approval. The man grasped the base of his cock and wiggled, and Ember didn't need much more coaxing than that.

It was a difficult position to move whilst trying to give dutiful attention to that swinging meat, but Santa was helping in keeping him nice and steady. The Samoyed's hands around the cub's hips tugged him up slightly, but mostly forwards, forcing him to lift and pivot his hips in his knelt position, and Ember closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to the flared end of that horsecock length before him. A bead of pre-cum instantly greeted his tongue, followed by a horny, borderline aggressive nudge from Santa's helper, and Ember stuck out his tongue to lap up every drop as he tried to open his mouth wider, knowing where he wanted it. He strained to open his mouth as much as possible while affectionate hands tugged him down onto Santa’s knotted cock, and his body tensed and his innards spasmed with the thrust, a weak grunt coming from his open mouth. He squirmed, grasping that horsecock with both hands as he attempted to fit it into his young muzzle, and his ears twisted to the sudden sound of a shutter noise. It wasn't the entrance to the store, however, but the click of the still-mounted camera; he hadn't even seen it, but the caribou still had the remote for the camera in his hands, and was liberally taking photos.

With another grunt, as Santa lifted him, Ember somehow managed to tug that flared end past his teeth, and it slid eagerly along his tongue as he opened his mouth as wide as possible. The thick end of the caribou's cock plugged the entranceway to his throat with ease as more droplets of pre-seed oozed down into his throat, where the cub hungrily gulped every bit. His tiny dick stiffly bounced up and down with eager twitches and throbs as his innards reflexively squeezed in waves, gripping around the sensitive, now pre-slickened length embedded deep within him. The Samoyed's fingers squeezed and massaged his hips as he urged him up and down, occasionally meeting the downward tugs of his hands with a sharp thrust, causing that thick knot to press tightly to Ember's hole.

The Samoyed's rhythm was slow at first, but steadily picked up as the caribou in the pup's mouth started to roll his hips, gently kneading the flared end of his cock down into Ember's throat, where it bulged out his neck and pressed further down. Ember's nostrils flared instinctively in an effort to breathe, but he proved unable to as, with a groan of satisfaction, the man pulled his scarf to bring the cub’s muzzle to his pelvis, short fur getting up into the boy's nostrils and causing his face to wrinkle up. He made a noise around that plunging length and his little hands, now moved from the length of that member, cupped around the caribou’s hips, trying their best to hold onto him as his knees trembled atop Santa's own, his legs wobbling with the exertion of riding such a thick member. His little insides spasmed with every other thrust as his face scrunched up, and his young package and little knotted dick jiggled and swung with every hump of Santa's hips, hands helping to leverage the boy up and down each time.

"That's it...smile for the camera, little one." The Samoyed growled, and the caribou pressed a thumb down on the red button over and over as he slid his hips back, the length of his member glistening with the pup's spit. The camera took another photo after photo of the display of taboo sex, and Ember didn't even manage to get his eyes open in time to look at the camera, despite Santa's insistence. The older canine continued to thrust into that tight crevice as the lewd sounds of their sex, both oral and anal, started to fill the air: the squelching of that cock slipped in and out of his pre-soaked hole, the suctioned sounds of his throat and muzzle sliding back and forth on a cock far too big for him, and the combined groans of the two men mixed with the whimpers of the boy between them. All that coalesced with the heady smell of sex that hung in the air, whilst everyone in the mall outside the room was utterly unaware of what was transpiring within that closed area.

Santa started to pick up speed, his grip on the cub's hips firm as he pulled him up slightly to lift him just a little off of his member, so that he had room to thrust his hips up against the cub's behind as he planted his paws to the floor, spreading his legs wide. There wasn't much room for him to move, but it was at least a few inches, which appeared to be enough for him; he huffed and grunted with the exertion of his bouncing hips as pre-cum smeared across his knot, filling the air with the noisy sounds of that sensitive flesh slapping against Ember's taut little ring. Every thrust elicited a wave of pleasure that had the 8-year-old shivering and trembling in all his naked glory, overwhelmed by sensations and driven by desire that he could only follow instinctively, and didn't entirely understand.

The Samoyed's grunts became more and more fervent with each rigid hump of his hips, plump white nuts bouncing and jiggling with every thrust, and Ember knew from previous experiences that something was inevitably coming. The boy turned his attention to the caribou, his mind hazy with sex, but still determined to do a good job, to earn his place in Santa's secretive club. He pushed his mouth down on the helper's member, hearing his sudden surprised groans of utter delight as Ember pushed all the way to the base, and when the cub pulled back, he was sure he could feel the popping sensations of that flared end plunging in and out of his throat, accentuated by the caribou's intense groans of pleasure.

"Almost...!" Santa spoke amidst his pants, his hips bucking up. "Oooh, you've been very good Ember, very good! There's just one last thing you need to take..."

He tugged Ember down and the pup strained and tensed up when he felt that knot push hard against his entrance, trying to press into him. His squeezing muscles pushed him back and the knot refused to sink in, but it wasn't for lack of trying; the young wolf knew he needed to take it to be a part of the Reindeer Club, and he took in shallow, sharp breaths as he scrunched up his eyes and tried to loosen his muscles, letting out a half-moan, half-whimper around the caribou's cock. He trembled as the Samoyed pressed with earnest, his own adult groans deep and guttural as he tried to push in, mumbling under his breath, and Ember knew instinctively that he was going to struggle to get it in. For a moment, his hands withdrew off of the caribou's hips and moved to his own behind as he grabbed his cheeks, trying to spread himself again, just as he had done the first time, and Santa grunted in approval as he pushed up in time with Ember's small gripping hands. Ember's body eventually caved with pure effort alone from his hands and muscles, and his hole stretched, forced to accommodate...there was a spike of discomfort, then a sickening, squelching 'pop' that signalled the knot's entry, followed by a wave of relief as that discomfort faded, replaced by an immense fullness in his belly. 

"G-Good, good-- clench for me, Ember...!" Santa warned, and Ember did his best, squeezing his muscles tight in the wake of recently loosening them. Those adult hands around his waist pushed Ember's body forward as a hand slipped around his ass, a thumb shoving between the boy’s cheeks to press against his hole, stimulating his knot from the inside. He pushed on the cub's entrance as he forced him forward with his other hand, inadvertently pressing Ember further onto the caribou's cock. Unbeknownst to Ember, he was giving Santa an incredible view of his young, 8-year-old hole utterly stretched around that knot, his spasming, red ring squeezed and flexing against the thickness of it as his own hands strained to keep himself spread. The Samoyed wished, at that moment, that he had a camera of his own to immortalise the sight.

"Oooh, that's, that's..." Santa huffed into his ear, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure. "Very good, Ember..."

He abruptly relaxed as a deep, satisfied sigh escaped his muzzle, but the caribou was far from done; he humped into Ember's mouth as the pup's attention was diverted down to the intense heat that spread throughout his abdomen, and the ache of his arched back as he was pressed away from Santa's body. He could feel every throb and pulse of that cock inside him, pushing against the flesh of his stomach, and he was certain, from the sensation he felt, that he was growing more and more full...that didn't even feel possible at first, but the gurgle that came from his stomach area as the Samoyed huffed and moaned into his ear was familiar. His mind was brought back to some incidents prior, and he put two and two together.

"Don't forget about me." The caribou insisted with a grunt, pushing his hips until he plunged down into Ember's throat again, and from his sharp exhale, he must be nearing something too. Ember could only speculate when he'd be done, but from the way he was so snugly tied to Santa's cock, he might be stuck for a while. He kept his mouth dutifully open as the caribou plunged and humped, sliding toward his medial ring each time before thrusting down into Ember's throat, and the cub surprisingly didn't gag; he took it like a champ, but his jaw ached with the effort of keeping it open. Where possible, when the flared end of that cock suctioned free from the back of his throat, he swallowed and sucked in a breath through his nose, grabbing what air he could as the man fucked his throat-- it wasn't particularly rough, but Ember endured, his little hands gripping so tightly to the caribou's hips that he threatened to dig his claws in. The man's noises of approval became rapidly intense-- did all people with horsecocks cum so quickly?-- and Ember knew he would be taking another load any minute. Santa, meanwhile, rocked his hips against the cub's behind and humped up against his ass, occasionally trying to coax out more of his load as his thumb helped to facilitate it.

The caribou's thrusts ample, his horsecock slick with spit, his pumping hips rhythmic and methodical. His pants kept at a peak and Ember kept his jaw hanging wide, despite every urge to close it. There was no telltale hitching of breath, no increased groans from the man-- at least, not until the very last moment, when the caribou suddenly picked up speed for barely a few seconds, his chest abruptly heaving and his stomach tucking in as he huffed to himself, much quieter than Santa. He slammed and humped with rapidly increasing speed as his panting increased, his balls swinging, slapping against Ember's chin as he muttered and huffed, snorting through his nostrils. He suddenly tugged back much further than before, until the medial ring hovered outside Embar's muzzle, and the young wolf immediately tasted the saltiness of seed on his tongue. The helper abruptly plunged shortly after, his hand yanking on Ember's scarf as he pulled the cub’s muzzle all the way to the base of his crotch.

The horsecock bottomed out in Ember's muzzle all the way into his throat, down even into his neck, and the caribou surprisingly put a hand to the cub's throat. He didn't squeeze or grip too hard, but instead massaged his hand up and down, stroking his own cock from the outside. The 8-year-old found himself instinctively moving a hand from the helper's hip to his heavy nuts, and he relished the way he could feel them twitch as the caribou stiffened under his groping, his moans of pleasure inflecting upward in surprise. Heavy ropes of cum emptied straight into his stomach, making his stomach area feel even fuller, and he squirmed his hips and legs atop Santa's cock as he struggled to breathe, his eyelids drooping as he swallowed every last drop. He focused all his attention on the hum of pleasure that spread throughout his body, and the feeling of those heavy twitching orbs, tucking up to the caribou's body with every heavy throb of his horsecock length.

"Be careful now, my little helper," Santa urged. "Ember's a very good boy, but he's still a boy."

"I know...sorry, sir." The caribou slowly slid back after a few moments, and Ember sucked in a gasping breath amidst the trail of cum seeping along his tongue as that cock withdrew. He panted as he leant back, Santa's hand on his back easing off to allow him to straighten up, and Ember's eyes fell upon the caribou's length, the cock suddenly rather limp in the wake of its orgasm, barely hanging at half-mast. The caribou sighed in bliss as he grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, eliciting a final drop from the end as Ember relaxed against the Samoyed's chest, or tried to, and his hands withdrew and trailed down his young body, examining himself in the aftermath of their sex. He hadn't even realised until he touched his own young dick, but he must have cum somewhere in the middle; he was so overwhelmed that he hadn't even noticed, but he could tell from the sensitivity of the end of it, and the wetness of his own scarf. Worst still was his belly; he brushed his hands along it, and it fell full and rounded, almost like a big balloon. He knew he must be incredibly full, but he had no idea how much Santa had put in him...internally, he giggled at the idea of being 'full of Christmas cheer', but he was too tired to even laugh out loud.

Santa's hands slowly cupped around his body, beneath his stomach, and Ember felt relief wash over him as those soothing hands stroked him slightly, but then clarity hit him; wasn't his uncle going to pick him up from the arcade soon? He jolted upright for a moment with the realisation, but Santa seemed to understand; he put a large white-furred hand on Ember's stomach and coaxed him back down.

"Now, now. You need to rest for a moment...it's not been an hour yet. I'm sure your uncle can wait," Ember nodded at Santa's soothing words. "In any case..."

The Samoyed made a gesture, and for a moment the caribou disappeared, leaving only his pants in his wake, before he suddenly came back into view a moment later, holding what looked like a headband with a pair of antlers on it. Ember's eyes danced up and down him before focused on what was in his hands, and the caribou grinned, handing it over for the Samoyed to take.

"This..." Santa began, putting it on the boy's head. "Is all yours, Ember. With this, you're an honorary member of the Reindeer Club-- I think you've shown your dedication, don't you?"

"R-Really?" Ember asked weakly with a smile, and Santa chuckled, a deep, old rumble.

"You've received two presents from me now," He made clear what the first was by patting Ember's belly rather gently. "If you can keep in all that 'Christmas Spirit' tonight, and wear that headband when you sleep, I'll make sure you get that NanoTruck you've so desperately asked for."

Ember sat upright on that cock, and Santa let out a quiet grunt, his hands running down to the boy's sides. The wolf wanted to turn and thank him, but he could barely move on that knot; instead, Santa simply urged him to keep still, unless he wanted a fourth additional present...which he would have liked to give him but, in his words, he also needed to be at the North Pole very soon!

Ember wasn't stuck for very long, and Santa was affectionate, stroking him up and down and petting his full belly. For a time, the Caribou disappeared, and Ember didn't see much of him as he laid there on Santa's lap and recuperated, but after some time, the Samoyed strained and pulled him up, alerting Ember to his withdrawal. It took a great deal of effort, and Santa warned him to clench tight right after, but with a squelching pop, he tugged off Ember's hole, and the young wolf was lifted from that knotted dick. He clenched his muscles immediately as an oozing dribble of cum seeped from him, and the act of clenching made his whole stomach gurgle with the effort of holding it in. He groaned, clutching his belly, but insisted to Santa he'd keep it in-- he had to, if he wanted his present!

He wobbled and struggled to get dressed, and Santa helped him, before his sweater was tugged on and his coat was put over his shoulders, his arms shoved through the sleeves. He couldn't even zip it up due to his swollen belly, but fortunately his scarf covered up his bulge as Santa pulled up his pants and led him toward the shutters. They waited for a moment, listening for sounds outside, before Santa pressed a button to lift it up, and Ember snuck out underneath it. They shared only a few parting words: Santa insisted he'd come by later that night to see if he'd kept his promise. Ember excitedly said he would...and with that, the two departed from one another.

Ember had dealt with all sorts of things in his life, but holding Santa's load was the second biggest task he'd ever experienced, second only to a familiar football game that happened only a handful of months ago. Getting to the arcade was arguably the easiest part; his body wasn't yet fully rejecting all that cum, and clenching his muscles was easy despite his tired body. As soon as he reached the entrance of the arcade and headed inside, his uncle showed up and rallied him and his cousins together to head home. No one questioned his newly acquired headband, and if they had, he would have said he won it at the arcade. Ember clambered into the car with them after a quick hike through the mall, and he struggled to keep himself together in the car ride; the engine and potholes made the car vibrate and hum in a way that made him want to go to sleep, but he couldn't-- if he did, he'd most certainly let all that cum go...and his promise to Santa aside, he did not want to explain it to his relatives.

His uncle parked up at Ember's home, with all of them planning to stay for the night for a big sleepover-- Ember's parents were hosting that year-- and Ember headed up inside the house just in time for his parents to encourage him to sit down so they could hear all about their time at the mall. He sat down with them, of course, for there was no way he was going to weasel his way out of it, not when his cousins were so eager to talk about Santa and the games at the arcade. As he sat with them, talks of the arcade devolved into Christmas stories fielded by his parents, who were quick to launch into how chaotic some Christmases had been. His cousins were enthralled, of course, but he was struggling to keep focus with that gurgling in his stomach, and his parents noticed that, too. They asked how he was doing, of course, and he insisted he was fine; he wanted desperately to keep all that cum in, and he wanted to get in bed as soon as possible. His dad chalked it up to Christmas jitters and being too excited, and his mom was sceptical, wondering if he'd eaten something bad at the mall. He passed it off enough to be satisfied, and then said he wanted to go to bed...it was already getting late, and he was hoping that sleeping it off might help. His parents didn't argue; in their eyes, he wanted Christmas to come sooner...which also wasn't wrong.

Getting to bed was as difficult as the rest, and with his inflated belly, he struggled to change into his pyjamas, but his parents didn't interfere and let him do it all on his own unattended, so he didn't have to explain anything. He didn't go to bed straight away, either-- he rushed downstairs and insisted, up and down, that his parents put out milk and cookies for Santa. His suggestion brought some approval from his cousins who were still awake and downstairs, and his parents conceded, having acquired some cookies ahead of time. When he finally got in bed, he found himself struggling to fall asleep despite cuddling his scarf as he kept trying to clench his behind to hold everything in, which diverted his attention and kept his mind awake. He didn't even know when he'd fallen asleep. All he knew was that, when he next blinked, it was morning.

Excitement spread through him at the prospect of opening his presents, but when he swung off his covers, he was met with dread and despair. A dried feeling was spread across his behind and the small of his back, and his bedsheets and scarf felt soaked. The smell of salty cum was filling the room and he soured immediately, realising his problem. He'd failed. There was no NanoTruck waiting for him downstairs...he'd even kept on the headband. Sadness overtook him as he slipped off the bed, and he didn't even bother to change before he headed out into the hall and descended.

"There's the little sleepyhead...good morning, mister," His dad was immediately cheerful as he made it to the bottom of the stairs, before he frowned. "What's wrong, Ember?"

"I'm okay." Ember grumbled. He didn't know what time it was, but all of his relatives-- aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, were already there. His father frowned and ruffled his head, his nostrils flaring and briefly confused at what he could smell in the air, before he ushered the cub into the main living room.

"That's everyone....who's excited for presents?" He called out, and Ember's cousins jumped up and down and cheered. Everyone got into position, the kids circled on the floor, the adults sitting on every available seat or sitting around with everyone else, and presents were distributed, one at a time, to everyone. Some were from uncles, others from aunts, but just like his cousins, Ember inevitably had a good, solid pile of gifts in front of him. Everyone went in turns, of course, and Ember took the time to look over each box to read who they were from.

One stood out: square shaped and large-ish, with a tag that read 'For Our New Sledder, from Santa'. Hope swelled within him. He waited with bated, and when it was his turn, it was the first one he picked. He ripped open the wrapping paper in a flurry, tearing the front with his claws as his eyes fell upon familiar lettering.

No way.

Gasps of surprise came from his cousins as he pulled the rest of the wrapping off, and he let out a howl of delight when his eyes fell upon 'NanoTruck', printed across the front of the box, with an image of the very same toy he wanted in dynamic action poses plastered all over! There was a murmur from the adults, some of them questioning who got it for him, but no one seemed to come up with the answer as he popped open the packaging to look inside, giggling madly to himself. All sadness had washed away, replaced only by elation. To his right, he heard someone encouraging the next cousin to open up a present, and attention was diverted away from him for a moment at what must have been the more opportune time, for when Ember looked inside the box, sitting atop everything else was a near little envelope.

He took it out of the box and opened it up, registering rather quickly that it was a photo. It took a moment for him to recognise it, and his face immediately grew flushed when he spotted his own familiar spread-eagled body and stiff little prick, sitting atop a not-yet-knotted cock, with a horsecock halfway embedded in his muzzle. His eyes were shut, and his knees were pressed neatly to Santa's own. The Samoyed was looking direction of the camera with a smile, and even the caribou's face had somehow managed to come into frame; he was sticking out his tongue, holding the remote control in his free hand. Lettering beneath it read 'You've been a good boy!', and Ember had to lower it for a moment to avoid anyone seeing it, embarrassment spreading across his face.

When he lifted it back up, the picture seemed to warp and change until it turned into the very same image of him sitting on Santa's lap the first time, all neatly dressed up, his head turned toward the Samoyed with a confused expression on his face, with Santa's arm around his shoulders. He remembered the moment vividly; it was when Santa had invited him to go back to the grotto, and things had taken a lewd turn. The letters on the bottom changed, instead reading 'Merry Christmas, and welcome to the team!', and Ember frowned at the change, unsure how that was even possible. Something told him to take off his headband-- a tingling, or maybe even a gut feeling, but he placed the photo down and slipped it off. He looked down at the brown faux-fur between the antlers as part of the headband, and his eyes widened as letters began to sow themselves into the fabric, as if like magic. It spelt out his name in fancy cursive writing, and he was sure he could hear a twinkling sound in his eyes.

He looked up at his relatives, but none of them were looking at him...that was fine, for this membership, his enrollment in the Reindeer Club, and his time with Santa, were things for him and him alone. His cousins looked happy, ecstatic with their gifts, and his father looked at him expectantly as he gestured down at his presents, smiling at him as he told him to open them. Ember grinned right back at him and placed the headband on his head again, before he went for the next present, knowing he'd be just as happy with that as the others. Something, however, caught his eye before he looked fully down; a plate, sitting neatly on the counter, with half of the cookies missing and the glass of milk entirely empty.

"He looks like he's in a better mood." Ember's mom remarked, and his father hummed.

"Yeah...still don't know who got him that toy, though," He frowned, then sniffed, grimacing. "Why does it smell like wet dog and deer rut in here?"

His mother simply shrugged. The strange odour wouldn't dampen their Christmas spirit... at least not Ember, who had never been happier.