Was there anything a kid loved more than to see Santa just before Christmas and vomit forth all their gift ideas? For Salim, a young elephant cub on his way to the mall, there was no greater joy-- other than birthdays and Christmas Day, of course.

The Pennyvale Mall was famous for its Santa's Grotto: a cleverly built yet dimly lit little cave that sat squarely in the mall's inner plaza, its exterior ladened with pretty lights, handcrafted plastic trees and a wooden, shimmering sign that no child could resist. In the depths of the cave that stretched only several metres deep was a small chamber, where Santa sat on his wooden throne, decked out in his iconic white and red garb and bushy white beard. Of course, parents and adults alike knew it wasn't the real Santa-- it was obviously an actor hired by the mall, but making children happy was something that brought in a lot of money and encouraged people to come to the mall in the first place.

Salim was admittedly excited. They had moved into the city earlier in the year and this would be the first time he'd seen the Grotto-- his parents had hyped it up all year, for they knew it was one of the most famous and magical experiences of the city, and they were keen to have their child see it for themselves. Strapped up in a tight winter coat, hat and scarf, Salim sat in the car on the way to the mall as his parents idly talked in the two front seats, his mother behind the wheel and his father laughing alongside her to Christmas songs. The elephant was spacing out, his mind racing with the possibilities of the grotto-- and, more importantly, what he wanted for Christmas. It was still something he hadn't considered. Like every cub his at his age, there were plenty of toys fit for an 11 year old that caught his interest, but he also knew none of them were something he truly wanted with all his heart. He had yet to come up with the perfect answer for his parents just yet...but there was still a good 2 or 3 weeks to go.

"Salim honey, we're here."

He already knew, of course. His eyes were fixed on the car park as they turned the corner and entered it. It was packed from one end to the other with a rainbow of cars, of all shapes and sizes, to the point where it was difficult to find a spot to park. They circled the car park for a good few minutes before they managed to catch a space just as a car was reversing out. It was quite the squeeze to get out of the car considering an elephant's particularly stocky stature, but they eventually managed it. Adjusting his thick thermal pants, Salim reached to take his mother's hand and followed her inside the mall with their father in tow, locking the car as they went.

Shopping was a good priority, but the grotto was the biggest reason for their visit. Salim knew they would head straight there first despite his father's complaining-- his mother doted on him too much to deny his excitement. It was only a short walk across the pristine white tiles, past rows and rows of shops, both on the lower and upper floor before they reached the central plaza. In any other month of the year, the centre plaza would have been home to various small stalls, or big displays to encourage people to approach-- things like a couple of cars and their respective salesman, or even a large fruit market would have been the main centrepiece to an otherwise middle to high-end mall. But, on this day, the entirety of the centre was covered in fake snow, large plastic pine trees and the ominous, yet magical cave that stretched further back into the mall, to the north. Salim curiously cast his glance to the left and right, scanning down the length of the other 'lanes' which contained many other shops, before his mother encouraged him forth, standing in line with him. It was no surprise that there'd be a queue-- thankfully, they wouldn't have to wait long, for they'd come to the mall a little early.

It was about 20 minutes before they got to the front of the line. Standing beside the cave was a goat who looked barely over the age of 18, his entire body covered in a red and green striped suit that uncomfortably clung to every curve, and on his head sat an elven hat that curled downwards at the back, ending in a neat point. He was chipper and hyperactive and attempted to get Salim into the mood of seeing Santa-- the elephant was already particularly hyped, so it was easy to get him bouncing on the spot, to the point where his mother was giggling at the sight as his dad stood fondly to the side, watching out of the queue.

"Alright, you're up!" The goat-elf beamed, gesturing towards the cave's entrance as a boy stepped out, taking his mother's hand and skipping his way out of the queue, babbling to her about what he'd talked to Santa about. Salim glanced up to his mother and began to walk forwards-- his mother attempted to go with him, but the goat put a hand up and shook his head.

"Sorry! Santa only wants to see kids today." He smiled apologetically and encouraged the elephant cub forwards, who cast a glance back and beamed to his mom, before disappearing into the darkness of Santa's Grotto.

The tunnel was lined with blue and white lights that gave his journey to the chamber almost an ethereal feeling. It was difficult to see the walls, but the length of the tunnel was straight and easy to navigate. Fake snow crunched beneath his boots and he felt distinctly warm-- it was cold outside, but warmer inside thanks to the number of people there, and even warmer within the confines of the grotto. The cub peeled off his coat and folded it over in his hands, clad in a sweater beneath. Further and further he walked, without a light at the end to guide him-- that is, until it suddenly and abruptly lit up, revealing the man himself. Salim's eyes widened and his excitement grew as he found himself merely a handful of metres away from Santa.

The man in the chair, a black-furred panther, shifted and cleared his throat, making sure his voice would be clear. Salim was drawn to his appearance in particular. The red and white suit, iconic to the character, seemed almost too real to be a fake-- though naively, the elephant didn't know any better. The suit was padded on the inside and the beard would have been noticeably fake to any adult looking in. But ultimately, Salim was drawn in by the magic of it all and the dim lighting. The mall owners did a great job and capturing the essence of Christmas, but Salim just assumed that Santa was there to visit-- yes, he believed quite fervently that the panther before him was, indeed, Santa himself.

"Ho, ho, ho!" The mall Santa guffawed in the iconic style of who he was playing, convincing enough for Salim not to notice his fakeness. The man grinned from behind the beard as he leant forwards, dropping the remote to the floor and holding out his white-gloved hands, encouraging the elephant closer. 

"Who have we here? Come closer little one, and sit on my lap."

Salim hesitated, briefly, before stepping forwards, practically trembling with both nerves and happiness. In their culture, Santa could be any species-- that's how magical and unique he was, to be able to change shape at will, so the man's appearance and species didn't throw him off. Once he was within reach, the panther scooped under his armpits and lifted him onto his lap, sitting him on one leg and angling the cub to the side, so that they could look at each other as they talked.

The first thing the mall Santa noticed was the array of piercings that lined the bottom of the elephant's ears-- three distinct rings on either ear that were just simple metal hoops, barely wider than his little finger. He reached up to knock one with his clawed finger, watching as it swayed and dangled. Salim wasn't even perturbed, his wide eyes focused on the panther's face. He never expected Santa to look handsome like that.

"It's been a while since I've seen an Elephant around these parts. Quite rare, aren't you?" The man remarked and Salim looked bashful, embarrassed by his species. It was true that elephants were more common in other areas of the world, so to see a boy like him in the states was quite the sight.

"Have you been having a good day, young man?" The man quizzed, his voice low and steady. "Excited to see me, hm? What's your name?"

"Y...Yes, Santa, sir. I'm Salim," The cub felt as if he had to be on his best behaviour, and he could already feel his cheeks warming from how shy he felt in the face of what felt like a celebrity. "I've been waiting all year!"

"Ho, ho! Good, good," The panther continued. "And I hope you've been good. You have, haven't you?"

"Uh-huh! I always listen to my mom..." Salim insisted, averted his gaze down to his fidgeting hands, a little nervous. Sure, there were times when he misbehaved, but he was a good boy!

"And if I asked you to do something," The Santa began, fingers curling inwards and across the elephant's inner leg, mere inches away from his innocent crotch. "Would you?"

"Um..." Salim squirmed awkwardly, vividly aware of the proximity of that hand-- he knew enough to know that people shouldn't be touching him there. At least, not strangers. But he couldn't deny who he presumed to be Santa either, still enthralled by the magic of it all. The man withdrew his gloved hand from the boy's inner thigh and raised it towards his trunk, pressing his palm along the top and giving the boy a few tentative strokes. He watched as Salim's face flushed and he seemed to relax, muscles loosening from the tension he had just moments ago.

The feline dragged his other hand up, letting go of the elephant's back as he plucked the woolly hat from the boy's head, revealing the boy's brown hair, short enough to be boyish and long enough to look a little unkempt once revealed. The adult made a point of quickly smoothing it down, patting the boy's head as his other hand rhythmically stroked the length of the trunk, from between the boy's eyes all the way down, roughly a good half a metre if he had to guess towards the tip, where the end curled and flexed against Santa's hand. Salim trembled a little against the panther's touch, making it clear that the cub's trunk was particularly sensitive to the touch, or at least to his sensual groping.

"How about you get undressed for Santa, hm?" He suggested from beneath the fake beard and hat, continuing to grope with his hands. As quickly as Salim had relaxed, he immediately began to tense again despite the feline's careful touches. The cub, however, didn't look uncomfortable-- he was, however, definitely embarrassed. Though no flush came to his cheeks in the form of a red blush, the way he shifted and averted his gaze made it clear. To encourage him, the man reached under his trunk and toyed with the zipper of the boy's jacket, tugging it down and letting it naturally part to reveal a woollen sweater beneath.

"You must be a little warm, right?" The Mall Santa suggested. "There's no-one here but us...and you are a good boy, aren't you?"

Salim couldn't deny Santa, nor could he deny that he was a boy who behaved. Despite something in the back of his mind warning him that this might not be a good idea, Salim nodded his agreement and shifted, slipping from Santa's lap so that he could undress. The panther leant forwards in his seat and ran his eyes up and down the cub's form, yellow eyes widening and his pupils enlarging as he took him in, tail swishing to and fro playfully.

Slowly but surely the cub peeled away each of his garments, starting with his top. His puffy coat fell to the floor shortly after he hopped off of the Mall Santa's lap and his ugly Christmas jumper sailed over his head shortly thereafter, revealing nothing but a simple orange shirt beneath. He briefly shifted on his feet and tugged at the front of his shirt before pulling it over his head, revealing his chubby form. The panther spotted yet more piercings on the boy, this time on his nipples and belly button-- loops identical to the ones on his ears. When Salim's hands moved to his pants however he hesitated, unsure if he should remove them. The panther's eyes locked with his and they shared an intense, silent gaze before the elephant gulped and popped the button of his thermal pants, tugging them down. The man's gaze travelled to the boy's underwear and he smirked at the sight of his patterned white and orange briefs, their surface dotted with little cartoon peanuts of various types.

"Good," The feline began with a smile, reaching down to grab the remote he had dropped earlier. "And those too, young man."

Salim hesitated but did as he was told. He dropped the underwear past his hips and revealed his small, humanoid member to the man in front of him, one he presumed to be the magical Santa but was clearly not, at least to adults and teens. The panther's gaze lingered on the boy's crotch for a moment as he noticed the very clear sign of yet another piercing: a 'prince albert' of all things, a piercing unique to the cock that was nothing but a ring through and around the urethra. Salim knew it was weird to see piercings on a boy his age, but he had his reasons for it, or at least an explanation of where they'd come from-- but that was for another time.

The feline gestured Salim closer with a wave of his hand and the boy slowly approached, understandably apprehensive. The cub watched as 'Santa' leant forwards and reached out for him, pressing his hands to the elephant's body and stroking him all over. Salim admittedly couldn't help tensing and squirming, not used to being so greedily groped from top to bottom. The man's hands ran from his chubby belly up to his nipple rings, flicking each one in turn, before trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, then travelling down again. The man's roaming ended near Salim's hips, where he curled around and firmly squeezed the boy's young, plump cheeks. Once the man was satisfied with feeling out the boy's body, he reached out with his white-gloved hands and brought the boy up onto his lap, sitting him naked on his knee. By that point, Salim was already quite embarrassed, but what happened next made it worse.

"Smile for the camera." The adult insisted with a wide grin as he pushed a button on the remote. A flash came from the dark corner of the grotto's chamber and Salim briefly winced, surprised by the blinding light. He didn't even know a camera was there for it was a little dim and hard to see. Even more embarrassment surged through him once he put two and two together and realised that a photo of him naked with Santa now existed. He barely had time to process the information before he felt a hand travelling down his front, stroking along his stomach and quickly meeting with his crotch.

He didn't know what to say or do. Part of him wanted to just get dressed the leave, but the other part was curious to see where it would go. Ultimately however, he was too shy to even utter a word, watching and feeling as Santa's gloved hand rolled over his loins, cradling his little cock between two fingers and reaching down to stroke and nudge the boy's balls with his ring and little finger. Salim couldn't help but squirm, just a little, as the man's gentle roaming touching stirred something within him. The elephant wasn't so dense as to be unaware of his body's functions-- he knew how to get hard and what to do with it, but he conversely didn't know the inner workings of why it made him feel that way or what it's true purpose was. It came as no surprise to himself when his little member began to stiffen and grow erect from the man's touch, but he had no idea what Santa planned to do with him.

"Do you like that?" Santa murmured, low and quiet, into the boy's large floppy ear as his fingers curled around the hardening member and began to give it a few leisurely pumps and strokes, slowly but surely stimulating the boy as Salim began to huff and groan under his breath, trunk curling and uncurling at the feeling. The foreskin glided effortlessly over the boy's head and even over his piercing, barely snagging or reacting to rolling over the rounded metal. The other hand, which had been nestled around his hip, moved up towards his trunk and stroked the top of it to soothe him as his little cock, now easily at full mast, was hungrily masturbated.

Salim had touched himself a few times before, so he knew how good it felt and what an orgasm was, but it was a wholly different experience to be touched by someone else, with a hand that wasn't his own. Even the simplest of strokes and tugs felt like pure heaven, but they were muddied by the sheer embarrassment of his situation, of being naked in front of such an important figure. It helped that Salim had always considered himself to have an affinity for boys too-- he even has a boyfriend at school, who might be upset to learn what he was doing right now-- but he couldn't deny how good it felt and how much he enjoyed it, despite not saying as much. The elephant huffed under his breath as the combined efforts of Santa's hands were working himself up into a state, and he eventually became vividly aware of something else-- a warm, hard mass pushing against the small of his back.

The feline scooted slightly, shifting and rolling his hips as desire surged through him. Salim was fully aware of both those hips as well as the man's magical fingers picking up on how sensitive he was. Salim could practically feel his own heart pounding through his cock and against the man's palm, and as Salim squirmed against Santa's body, his arousal grew. The panther paid very close attention to the boy's quiet groans, his closed eyes and panting breath. The cub's rhythmic heaving and gasping made it clear how close he was.

And sure enough, he did. Salim tensed under the panthers' assault and gasped, arching his back against the red and white clothes as the adult picked up the pace, pumping the elephant's young cock as dribbles of cum seeped down onto his fingers, a single string managing to leap from the boy's tip and land just on the lip of the chair beneath them, the rest oozing over the ring through the urethra and down the underside of the cock. The man groaned into one of Salim's large ears, his other hand making sure to soothe the cub's trunk as he squeezed and milked every last drop he could get from the boy's cock. Salim eventually relaxed his back, eyes lidded over from bliss, muscles weakly suggesting rest.

"T...That felt good, Santa." Salim panted, closing his eyes and resting for a moment. It would have been rude not to compliment the man's efforts, at least in his eyes. A chuckle escaped the man's lips as he loosened his grip on the boy's cock, bringing the hand to his mouth so he could lick the remnants of the 11 year old's seed from his digits. He then dragged his face down, grazing the wiry fake beard against the boy's hair. His hand lowered and settled on Salim's hip as the other moved around to the other side.

"Such a good, obedient boy," The panther murmured. "Definitely deserving of being on the 'Nice List', but... you would be even more deserving if I could feel good too, young man."

The man's cosplay was surprisingly effective-- Salim shuddered and made no words of protest, though it was clear to the panther that the boy had no idea what was in store for him. Taking his silence as some kind of consent, the adult man reached back with a hand, loosening the button on his costume pants and reaching inside to tug his member free from the confines of his clothes. His cock matched his species, thick and roughly 8 inches long, covered in barbs around the upper half of the cock and ending in a coned tip. Though the barbs looked scary, each one was small and rounded-- Salim would most certainly manage with them, and probably experience pleasure far beyond his years.

The panther was already a little pent up, pre-cum oozing from his tip, so it took little effort for him to slicken it up and smear it around before he grinded his hips against Salim's back and ass, prepping himself a little before lifting the boy up. Salim teetered awkwardly in the air, tentatively planting his feet on the panther's legs as he was lowered down towards The man's crotch. The panther had to move a hand away for a moment to line his member up, and Salim instinctively balanced himself on the arm of the chair. A hiss escaped the elephant's lips and his trunk curled up tight as the tip of the man's cock pressed against his entrance. He'd never taken a dick before-- he didn't even know if it was meant to go in that hole. But he trusted 'Santa' above all else.

The eager panther pushed, using the hand on the boy's ass to steady him as he descended, helping to ease any discomfort as the feline's cock slipped deeper and deeper into the cub's behind. Salim gasped as first, expecting a sting of pain from the intrusion, but he was bewildered to feel only the tingling sensation of pleasure that crept up his spine and spread out across all his limbs-- little did Salim know that Santa had more up his sleeve other than a little dash of magic. The secret was in his pre-cum, which acted as a mild anaesthetic. Salim didn't even realise he was halfway down the panther's cock until he felt Santa's hand return to his hip, easing him down with a little more force, tugging him ever so slightly until he bottomed out on the member completely. The cub was a little surprised at the lack of pain still, but he quickly became more focused on the vivid throbbing deep within him, that pushed against something so sensitive that it made his young body tremble. He couldn't resist letting out a quiet moan as the panther leant forwards, pressing the warmth of his clothed chest against the naked boy's back.

"Mm...good, you took the whole thing," The man sighed with delight, fingers curling and gripping against Salim's rough skin. "How does it feel? Good?"

"G-Good..." Salim stammered, his breathing low and heavy. His skin felt hot and prickly, and his spent member was already starting to stiffen and harden again even though he'd cum not too long ago. He tensed as the panther's hands slowly lifted him up, and his innards spasmed as he felt those barbs grazing teasingly along his insides and right against his sensitive spot. It was enough to make him gasp and squirm, but the man's hands held him firmly, keeping him steady. He was lifted only a handful of inches before 'Santa' pushed him back down again, Salim's ass meeting his crotch with a short, wet slap. 

With that, the adult slowly began in on a steady rhythm. It was a little weird for two strangers to be engaging in such acts like this-- especially when one of them was being deceived-- but Santa couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of the situation, fully aware that Salim's parents were waiting right outside the grotto. Salim was a natural at this too, attentive and eager for more as he began to bounce his hips of his own accord, his hands firmly gripping either arm of the chair to prop himself up. All the panther had to do was hold his hands, more for assurance than anything else, and enjoy the way the cub's virgin ass milked his cock. With each bounce Salim groaned, and every so often to took a moment to compose himself. The feline could feel the boy's heartbeat throughout his entire body-- adrenaline and desire pumped through the boy's veins, that much was clear.

"That's it, just keep riding Santa like a good boy." The panther purred, leaning back and fully relishing the cub's rhythmic, riding motions, his tail flicking back and forth. Every other bounce elicited a little bead of pre-cum from the end of the panther's cock that smeared along the elephant boy's insides and slowly but surely slickened up the cub's laboured movements. The man was oh so very tempted to begin to thrust in time with Salim's bouncing but was fully aware that it was Salim's first time-- magic aside, he still needed to get used to taking a dick. The man could take the pain away, but the discomfort and Salim's feelings about it still remained. Luckily for the both of them, it seemed like the boy was enjoying himself; the panther could see the cub's erection bouncing up and down with Salim's rhythmic plunging, and the cub let out the occasional huff and moan of pleasure and arousal.

The Mall Santa wanted to encourage him to go faster, but it looked as if Salim had his own plans, for he sped up all on his own. Guessing that the boy was more focused on his own pleasure, the panther relaxed back and watched, keeping his hands on the 11 year old's hips to guide him as that ass plunged up and down, milking his member of every last drop of his pre-seed. Salim's groaning pleasure grew more and more intense as time went on, for obvious reasons-- though Salim wasn't paying attention to it, his cock was wildly leaking its own pre-cum, dripping down onto the floor and chair below as the eagerness of his bouncing hips was inevitably causing his ass to land harshly against the man's crotch, taking the entirety of his cock each time. The barbs that grazed and tickled his insides was probably the icing on the cake, but when they reached the sensitive spot inside him it felt like pure heaven.

Salim could feel it inside him, the telltale signal that he was getting close. He'd recognised it when Santa was jerking him off moments ago but now it seemed almost obvious. The best part was the intense pleasure-- he would have never expected his enjoyment to increase the more he rode the cock beneath him, each additional press and probe to his sensitive area enveloping him in satisfaction and delight. His body shuddered as the pleasure suddenly reached a peak, his loins growing tighter and tighter as his cock bounced up and down and he soon realised why. It was impossible for him to stop bouncing his hips even though his limbs begged for rest-- the utter rapture he felt from the spiking pleasure in his body was simply too intoxicating, too addicting to ignore.

The panther watched with delight as Salim inevitably slowed and gasped, pushing his ass down as far as he could and shuddering as his cock throbbed and climaxed, spurting little dribbles of seed once again onto the chair and floor, staining the fabric as the rest oozed down around the piercing and off the bottom of the metal ring. The adult could feel those innards squeezing like a vice every so often, periodically milking and gripping his cock in unison with each vivid spurt of the boy's member. It was a sight that the feline would relish for the new few days, but they weren't done-- Salim might be spent, but Santa wasn't. His hands slid from the elephant's hips and over towards his legs, suddenly hooking under his knees and lifting them up, spreading them at either side. Salim gasped in surprise and then quickly began to groan and tremble as the panther suddenly tugged back and thrust, picking up his own rhythm.

Salim hadn't been expecting Santa to take the reigns, but he was glad he did-- it had been enticing enough to get himself off so easily, but there was something about Santa taking the reigns that stirred something within him and made him putty in the pather's hands. But all the arousal in the world from being dominated couldn't keep down the strange discomfort that birthed from Salim's orgasm, as each pound to his prostate made him all too sensitive. His moans of pleasure turned into soft, quiet grunts as the delight from sex was muddied slightly by the feeling of oversensitivity.

"Just hold on a little more, young man," Santa huffed into Salim's ear. "I'm almost there..."

It wasn't a lie-- the man had more than enjoyed himself whilst Salim was riding him so eagerly, and though he hadn't orgasmed at the same time, that didn't mean he wasn't already close to it. All it took was a little more thrusting from the man-- in the way of rapid pounding to the point where his balls bounced up to slap against the Elephant's rough skin-- and the panther was there. Barely a minute after he'd started to thrust was Santa finished, pushing upwards and tugging Salim down as he pressed his muzzle to Salim's hair and gently nuzzled, barbs flaring inside the boy. His cock throbbed powerfully and quickly began to empty into the cub's insides, pumping thick rope after rope of seed that spread to the boy's deepest, most intimate areas and oozed down, coating around 'Santa's' cock and dribbling down towards his balls. So plentiful was the cum that Salim could even feel it himself-- a warmth spread through him that made his body tingle with familiarity and caused him to sigh with happiness.

With both of them finally spent, the adult loosened his grip, allowing Salim to lower his legs and rest upon him for just a moment or two. Salim wanted to stay there longer, but he was more than aware that his parents were likely waiting outside. Slowly, the man wrapped one arm around the cub and cuddled him for just a little while, reaching up with his other hand to grip and stroke that trunk, which had initially been tightly curled up but was now as limp as Salim's loosened muscles.

"Now..." The man began, panting quietly as he slowly stroked along Salim's trunk, listening to him sigh delightfully, nestling against the Panther's chest. "The all-important question...what do you want for Christmas, young man? You're definitely on the nice list, so you're entitled to a gift from Santa."

"Umm..." A silence fell between them as Salim became lost in thought, mulling over the idea of what he might want for Christmas. The dilemma from before still remained, yet something dawned upon him at that moment that he never would have considered normally.

"...A puppy. I want a puppy." Salim craned his head back to look at Santa and grinned, cheeks flushed at the thought, as well as the cock still in his ass. Santa grinned wide and reached up to ruffle the boy's hair.

"I think that can be arranged-- but first, why don't you go see your parents and head home? Santa will need to make some preparations if you're to get your gift."



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Salim had returned home that night excited, after dressing and making himself presentable at Santa's request. When his parents had asked him what he talked to Santa about, Salim was smart enough-- and was ultimately coached by Santa-- to keep the details of their sex a secret and instead only relayed the important points: that Santa said he'd been good and that he wanted a puppy for Christmas. His parents had exchanged a glance at the suggestion and explained that they couldn't be sure if it was going to happen or not. Salim insisted it would, for Santa had said so. They left it at that.

It was nearing the darker hours of the evening when Salim was finally told it was time for bed, but the 11 year old didn't know if he was going to be able to sleep. The excitement of what had happened earlier in the day combined with the prospect of actually getting the gift he'd asked for made him fidgety and restless. Even as he got into bed for the night and stared up at his blue-coloured ceiling, he couldn't shake the thoughts from his mind and he found it difficult to sleep.

There was another person who wasn't sleeping too, though it wasn't because they found it hard to. Rather, they had a mission to undertake, one that involved the very same elephant who was all cosy in bed.

Under the cover of night, a figure quickly strode across the street, avoiding the street lamps and keeping to the front lawns of those that didn't have expansive lights that covered their entire property. His reasons for not wanting to be seen were purely personal-- nothing would come of it if he were noticed, but he liked to be as discreet as possible in situations like these. Behind him trailed a quadruped figure, its silhouette similar to that of a dog, though its details couldn't be made out. Slowly the duo moved down the street until they paused outside of Salim's house. At first, the anthro figure hesitated, before he raised his hand and twirled his fingers. A dazzle of particles danced through the air, infecting the surrounding area with a buzz that one could only describe as magical. With that, the figure approached the wall of the house, standing just underneath Salim's bedroom window before he leapt upwards, easily covering the distance up to the window and revealing a long, slender tail in his wake. The body of the quadruped soon followed, but it limbs dangled limply in the air as if it weren't in control of its own body.

Salim jumped, momentarily startled, when he heard a quiet rapping on his window, subtle yet audible enough for him to hear. He sat upright in bed and glanced over to the drawn curtains, nervously slipping out of bed and padding over in his light blue pyjamas. He reached out and pulled the curtains again, jumping back and sucking in a breath when he saw what was at the window.

Floating there in the air was a man, or at least it looked like one, but it was the most exotic looking man that Salim had ever seen-- even more magical than Santa himself. Salim couldn't make out much of the details in the dim light, but the illumination of the moon showed off a pattern of vibrant white and red scales and two large, ornate horns. The man, a Dragon of eastern origins by Salim's guess, gestured towards the latch on the window and beamed, trying his best to look friendly. Salim hesitated, unsure if he should, before he relented and twisted the latch undone, pushing the window outwards to open it. A gust of cold air rushed into the elephant's room and he briefly shivered as the Dragon approached, floating in through the window. The young boy had never seen anyone fly before, and he couldn't help but gawk at the sight as the man sailed into the room, followed by what looked to be a short-furred dog with a curly tail.

"Hello, Salim." The dragon landed on his digitigrade feet and brushed himself down, making Salim visibly aware of the fact he was almost completely naked from head to toe-- the night light plugged in beside Salim's bed shimmered and reflected its gaze off of the dragon's bright red scales, and the man took a moment to smooth his long whiskers that dangled from either side of his nostrils. He bore all but a shawl around his shoulders but his crotch was exposed entirely, though at first glance Salim couldn't see anything there-- not that he should be looking.

"H-How do you know my name?" Salim whispered, not wanting to wake his parents as the dog that the dragon had brought began excitedly sniffing around the boy's room, nudging its nose this way and that before approaching the elephant directly and sniffing against his legs, taking in his scent and familiarising itself with him.

"Let's just say I'm one of Santa's helpers." The dragon suggested with a smile, and Salim's eyes widened as he put two and two together, his naive mind quickly growing excited.

"T-Then, this is...the puppy I asked for?" Salim trembled on the spot and crouched down towards the canine, who immediately approached and licked his cheek and trunk. Salim ran his hands across the dog's cheeks and over his head as the canine fervently wagged its tail. Salim didn't know its species, but it had an exotic pattern of grey, black and brown fur, with a pristine white covering its face, belly, legs and the underside of its tail. The most mesmerising thing was its golden eyes, like pools of amber.

"Sure is. Do you want to take him for a test drive?" The dragon asked, which made Salim frown, bewildered. He rose to his feet as the dragon suddenly and quickly crossed the room to get closer to him, reaching out to trace under his chin with a finger. Salim was briefly entranced by the sight of him-- up close, it became apparent the magical being was an amalgam of fur and scales, the vivid red parts of him coarse and textured whilst the white parts were fluffy and soft. He didn't even realise the dragon was undressing him until he felt the chill of the cold night air from the window on his naked upper body.

Shaking his head, Salim stepped back, surprised and confused. The dragon quickly closed the gap before Salim could even talk, and once against his hands moved to the elephant's body. The 11 year old hesitated once more and tentatively reached out, touching along the man's scales. To say he was interested was an understatement, but it was all moving so fast for him to keep up. The dragon seemed to understand that, for he slowly began to lead the elephant boy back across the room and towards his bed. With a flick of his wrist, the windows swung shut as he went and warmth spread across the room once more.

Illuminated only by the moon and the boy's night light, the dragon eased Salim back up onto the bed, one hand raising up to the boy's trunk as the other reached down and teasing along the boy's stomach, stroking his skin and sneaking further and further down. Salim huffed under his breath and squirmed just a little, unable to resist little out a tiny, subtle groan as he felt the fingers reaching his pelvis, mere inches from his crotch.

"W...What did you mean, test drive?" Salim managed to get his words out as he felt a finger tuck into the waistband of his peanut-patterned pyjamas, sliding across until his finger was pulling the pants away from Salim's body at the tip, slowly tugging them down. The dragon's pinkish-red eyes met Salim's own and the man grinned, leaning back and tugging down the boy's pants, revealing his member for what was the second time that day. A flush of embarrassment coursed through the boy at being stark naked for a stranger again, but this time it felt different-- like he was in the presence of something greater.

"Let me show you..." The dragon purred, grasping the cub's hips and rolling him over onto his front. Salim should have protested, but something told him to just let the man do as he liked-- not out of fear, but out of respect for his elders and a strange, tingling feeling of familiarity. A hand hooked under his body around his stomach and the dragon hoisted him up, steadying him on his knees whilst his torso lay flopped forwards, the cub's head resting against the pillows. Salim craned his neck back, wondering what the man had planned, and he winced when he felt a hand firmly slap his rear, making his cheeks jiggle. It seemed like the man was just having a bit of fun with him, but there was more-- the dragon's digits moved to his face and he licked them, coating them in saliva before he brought them back to the elephant's rear. After a few moments of anticipation, the cub felt those two digits press against his hole claw first, stretching his ring slightly to slip inside. Salim barely felt anything other than a little tickle of arousal, but as quickly as the dragon entered him he pulled out. Confused crossed the elephant's face and he looked back again, lips parted to speak. He paused, however, when he saw the dragon patting the bed for the canine to approach.

The dog hopped up, excited as can be, and immediately made a beeline for the cub's behind. Salim's breath hitched in his throat and he tensed as he felt the animal's nose wedge between his cheeks and lick at his hole, causing him to shudder. He hadn't anticipated the canine to be so eager, nor did he think it was even capable of it. Yet, as he wondered why the feral animal was this way, the dog hopped up onto his body, pressing the weight of its own chest against Salim's back and hooking its front paws around his hips.

Salim didn't need to ask to know what was happening, for it quickly became obvious from the way the canine moved and suddenly jerked its own hips. At first, the animal pressed its crotch firmly to Salim's own, to the point where the 11 year old felt a prodding between his cheeks that was short and fuzzy. However, it was quickly replaced by a narrow, wet warmth that quickly and readily pierced his ring and slipped inside, encouraged by a few cursory humps. The canine affirmed its penetration by scooting its hind legs a little closer and hooking its front paws tighter around the boy's hips before it began to rapidly, roughly hump.

Salim expected discomfort, considering how fast the canine was going, but a hand on his thigh quickly erased all worries of pain and replaced them with pleasure, forcing Salim to press his mouth into his pillows to keep himself quiet. The animal was relentless in its thrusts, and Salim was pretty sure its cock had grown inside of him as it humped, swelling from its initial narrow shape into a thick, throbbing length, complete with a fat bulbous base that squished and rammed against the elephant's hole with each quick thrust. He could hear the dog's panting, accentuated by the wet slapping of his pre-soaked cock using his behind and the sticky knot mashing against his ring. It surprised Salim how wet the sex was already, but he wasn't familiar with canines, so he guessed it was common.

"Do you like that?" The dragon quizzed with a grin, and Salim moaned his approval, his little cock steadily growing and swelling to full mast over time as the dog used his backside, thrusting over and over. The dragon reached out and tugged a little as Salim's nipple rings, causing the cub to tense and gasp under his breath, trunk curled tightly around the pillows. With a smirk, the dragon retreated and reached up to unhook the shawl from his shoulders and shook his head to ruffle up the mane that travelled along his back, a shimmering display of miniature feelers and tails escaping from his thick, furry tail. Each end glowed and twisted in the air like dazzling lights, but neither of the other two were paying attention. 

Slowly, the man climbed up onto the bed behind the cub and humping canine, admiring the way the feral animal was pistoning its hips, eager to breed and cum. The dragon reached down, lifting up the canine's tail and admiring it's winking pucker that clenched and spasmed in time with its own cock's throbs and pulses. The man licked his lips, reaching down with his free hand and rubbing near his crotch, smearing his digits around his long slit until a cock began to stem forth, pulsing to life under his gentle touch. He wrapped his fingers around it, steadily and firmly stroking his pink exotic cock, lined on either side with little ridges and bumps and ending in a steadily growing knot. He admired the hole before him, anticipating how warm and snug it would feel. Once he reached half-mast, he leant forwards and stroked himself wildly before pressing the wedged tip of his cock against the dog's hole, pushing forwards and slipping inside.

The dog didn't miss a beat despite the intrusion, and all the dragon had to do was stand there, letting the dog vigorously thrust back and forth. With each hump forwards he stimulated the young cub, who huffed and shuddered as the cock's sizeable cock massaged his prostate, and with each tug back the animal inadvertently plunged down on the dragon's cock, innards spasming and milking each and every available inch. 

The man groaned under his breath and kept a hand firmly on the canine's tail so he could admire the way the animal pushed back and rode his cock as he simultaneously fucked the cub in front of him, and the dragon's elf-like pointy ears listened intently to the sound of their sex, the combination of wet slaps and rough humps coupled with boyish moans and wild, animalistic panting. He could tell that Salim's moans of delight were growing heavier and heavier, and he had no doubt that he was liable to cum hands-free. If anything, that's what he was banking on.

Salim's moans grew heavier and heavier as the dragon watched, but the first to reach an inevitable finish was not the cub, but the dog, but it was no surprise. Who could blame the canine for being so excited and easy to climax with such a tight ass? After a few vigorous humps and thrusts, the canine suddenly surged forwards and scooted even closer on its hind paws, the knot forcing itself against the elephant boy's hole before slipping inside, tying with him completely. Salim's muscles intellectively clamped down and his tight squeezing around the feral's knot only made things easier, causing the animal to explosively cum in the boy's behind. Each pulse and throb spread warmth through Salim's loins and up his spine, making him almost whimper with pure delight. Santa's cock had been good, but the knot was even better somehow.

Aware that he wouldn't quite get off like this, the dragon began to thrust as well, lewdly yet simply bucking into the dogs behind. The animal's innards periodically clamped and gripped around the ridges on the man's member, each squeeze accompanied in unison with another vibrant spurt in the elephant's ass that also put Salim closer to the edge, his prostate teased and pushed against with each twitch. The canine loosened his front paws from around Salim's hips and propped them on the bed to steady himself as the dragon held the feral's tail up high, bucking over and over as his own knot pressed and teased, eager to tie.

Salim began to groan higher and higher, feeling an inexplicable bliss that he knew would eventually teeter over the edge, but had been at the brink for so long that it was almost unbearable. Each little nudge from the dragon's thrusts and each throb of the dog's cock was almost enough to make him climax, but he was struggling to get there. For the longest time he was left wanting, desperate to touch himself but for whatever reason didn't want to, until finally, he felt himself tip over the edge. His moans grew louder against the pillow and he wanted desperately to keep quiet, but the pleasure was too much to ignore. His body trembled as his orgasm rolled through him, and just like that, he emptied his balls onto the sheets below, staining a little puddle of seed into the bedsheets where he'd normally sleep.

All of the elephant's muscles begged for rest as his young body couldn't handle being awake for much longer, but the dragon still had to finish. Luckily for Salim, he was almost done-- though it wasn't him he'd have to worry about, but the knotted canine in his ass. Regardless, the man leant forwards on his knees, pounding harder and harder against the tight feral hole before him until he grew too impatient to keep going, his member coated in a sticky film of pre-seed. He pushed forwards, gripping the dog's hip and tugging him against his knot, watching as the ring stretched to accommodate his bulbous base. He quickly and eagerly tied with the animal and took the opportunity to tug back, pulling on his knot to send him over the edge. Salim couldn't see, but the man's orgasm was signalled by a long and tender groan that twisted into a sigh towards the end. It was only in that moment that Salim noticed the glowing tendrils emanating from the dragon-- but he already knew the man was magical.

Salim didn't realise he was stuck until he already felt sleep beginning to take him. He wanted to protest that they needed to pull out so he could sleep properly, but a wave of the dragon's hand silenced all his words and made his mind tug him into a slumber. Right up until the end he never got the dragon's name, nor could he fathom the man's intentions for visiting him that night. Instead, all he could do was sleep, his dreams muddied with thoughts of Santa and his chiselled form. Salim had never really dreamt about men before, and there was no doubt he'd forget about it when he woke up, but that very dream marked a change within him that would sculpt the person he would come to be in the future.

When the elephant awoke in the morning, he was surprised to find himself lying in bed with the covers up to his neck, his pyjamas still on. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if it had all been a dream. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the feeling of something went nudging against his face, and he turned his head to see a dog, roughly adult size from what he could guess, covered in a mixture of white, black, brown and grey fur. He instantly recognised it as the dog from last night and he quickly sat up, realising it wasn't a dream. Santa's helper really had visited him and given him what he wanted for Christmas too.

Salim was overjoyed, but his attention was soon drawn to a small letter on the end table near his bed. He stretched over to reach it as the canine rested his head on the elephant's lap, watching him as the cub tore open the envelope, revealing a small Christmas card. He opened it up to read the contents, eyes wide with awe.

'Salim,' It began. 'Merry Christmas. Because you were such a good boy, you're truly deserving of this gift. Continue to be nice to those around you, and more good things will come your way. With all my love, Santa.'

Salim squirmed in the bed and almost squealed with delight, before flopped back onto the bed and nuzzling against the dog that had curled up beside him. A bunch of his friends at school had always said Santa wasn't real, but Salim knew now that they were wrong. No-one else could do such a thing for someone like him. Now all he had to do was tell his parents!

Etis watched from atop a roof on the opposite side of the street, idly smoothing down his white fur and tracing a finger across his red scales. Seeing the way Salim's eyes had lit up upon reading the letter had been the icing on the cake for him. He did feel a little bad for deceiving him, masquerading first as a Mall Santa and then as a Dragon deliverer, but he was admittedly a bit fond of Salim and at the very least wanted to see his wish through after having some fun with him earlier. In the end, it was worth it for him to see the look on the boy's face.

The dragon glanced up at the grey sky and frowned. It was already morning, regrettably-- He'd taken enough time off, so it was time to get back to work. With a final glance, the Dragon turned and slipped down the tiles, shifting into a bird as he went and taking flight, just as the first specks of snow began to fall.