Bob's Holiday Special
Christmas

By BunnyBoy

This story and the characters in it (Except for Edis) are copyrighted to BunnyBoy... Arcc is copyrighted to his own player

Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounter between an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Bob tosses and turns in his bed. His mind is flooded with visions of tender young cubs, all begging him to teach them about sex. It's a pleasant dream and not one he really wants to wake up from. But something does bring him around. At first he can't place just what it was that woke him. Then he hears the footsteps in the hallway. It's the heavy tread of someone large wearing thick boots.

"A burglar?!" he mutters to himself, "and on Christmas eve of all days." He growls as he pushes open the bedroom door, almost knocking the strangely familiar man on his ass. The dog is ready to pounce but something seems to stop him from attacking the Elk in the red and white suit.

The chubby deer just smiles at Bob. "Well, well, well... Bob my boy you aren't supposed to be up at this time of night. That's very naughty you know." The dog just stammers, stunned by the sight of Santa Clause standing in his home. "Course I've checked my list so I know that naughty is your kinda thing." The big elk winks at Bob. "I know I normally only check it twice but yours required extra checks, and half way through ol' Saint Nick would get a little hot and bothered. I must say you really earned that spot on the naughty list this year."

The big old elk pushes past Bob and walks into the bedroom. He swings his sack off his shoulder and plops it down onto the bed. It's only then that the dog notices the rather large package wrapped in colorful foil. "Well technically you aren't supposed to open this till tomorrow morning but..." says the buck with a smile. "I'll let you open it tonight if you promise to share."

"Err... Santa?" Bob can't even believe he's saying it. He hadn't believed in Santa in ages. "But I thought you didn't give presents to naughty people... it's kinda your thing."

The bearded deer just smiles again. It's a big happy smile. "Well, there is naughty which gets coal, and then there is NAUGHTY which gets a special little something. So shall we open it?"

His head is still swimming, this has to be a dream of some sort. I had too much to drink, and only dreamed I woke up. "Yeah sure, why not." He walks over to the package and tears his way through the wrapping paper. The dog hesitantly peers over the top of the box, still half expecting something nasty. Inside, curled up in a ball is a naked white fox pup. He's got a pretty purple bow round his neck with a label on it that says "To Bob, From Santa"

Arcc yawns and stretches, blearily coming to. He stares up into Mr. Doggy's face framed by the open box. "Huh? Wa's happening?" He smiles as the adult's big, strong hands lift him out of the box and carefully set him on the bed. The kit looks about, and smiles as he recognizes this place as Mr. Doggy's bedroom. How did he get here? Suddenly the pup's eye light up and he shouts excitedly. "Santa!" the boy scurries across the sheets and runs over to hug the big elk around his waist. "I knew you were real, Santa. That mean Billy Jenkins at school said you were fake but I knew you were real." A second later the pup remembers where he is. "Santa, why are we in Mr. Doggy's bedroom?"

Old Saint Nick takes down the name of Arcc's doubting friend as a possible educational visit before smiling at the boy. "Well my boy, that's an easy question to answer. You know your good friend Mr. Doggy is a really nice man right?" The horny old buck smiles as Arcc nods furiously. "And according to my list you've been a good boy all year long." He looks over the pup's head and notices Bob sitting on the bed, his cock already hard and dripping as it looms up from the gaps in his boxers. "Well what better present to give such a nice man then a really good boy. Doesn't that make sense, Arcc?"

The little puppy takes a moment to think it over before slowly nodding. It did kinda make sense. The deer reaches out and lifts the little puppy up into the air before lowering him into the German shepherd's lap. "Since I was so good, do I still get that train set I asked for?" he can feel Bob's willy pressed up against him. The head poking him in the small of the back and the thick shaft nestled against his soft butt cheeks. Adults are so silly with all their games.

"Yes you still get the train set, and lots more too. But for now it's time for Bob's present." The buck just smiles as he watches the cub lifted up into the air. For a moment he seems almost balanced on the tip of that fat, throbbing dog dick. As both Bob and Arcc start to moan, the pup is slowly impaled in the man's lap. Chris Kringle starts to slip out of his own now painfully confining pants. The randy old elf is a little on the chubby side but he's still in pretty good shape from lugging that heavy sack around.

Arcc groans out loud, his eyes closed tight, as that fat throbbing cock invades his tight little boy cunt. It's not the fast hard pace Mr. Doggy usually does though. He can feel the adults balls pressed against his own. When he opens his eyes he can see why. Bobbing right before of his sweet little muzzle is a rather healthy piece of deer meat. The puppy glances up at Santa's smiling face. There is a sparkle in his eye that seems to tell Arcc everything he needs to know. The puppy leans forward, feeling the strain as the new position shifts the dog dick till it nudges his button, as his little black nose snuffles around the tip of jolly Saint dick. It's very different from Mr. Doggy's, longer, and the tip is wide and flat. He wonders if it'll taste the same.

The bearded buck moans as the cub's hot little tongue slurps up along the base. "Oh such a good boy you are lad. You're going right to the top of my ‘nice' list."

Arcc blushes as he hears Santa's pleasured pants. He really wants to keep the big deer happy. If he does a good job he might get that bike he wanted too. He opens his mouth wide, careful of his teeth, and slowly starts to suckle on the happy buck's yule log.

Two sets of eyes peer in on the scene from the bedroom window. Beneath two goofy green hats, a pair of helper elves watch as they stand up to their ankles in the fresh fallen snow. With their pants open, the pair slowly masturbate as the watch the boss work. "I told you this guy is a smooth operator," says the mouse.

"Yeah tell me about it! He's only gotta work one night a year and he still finds time for his suck and fuck breaks," mutters the turtle.

The mouse asks, "So how many stops so far?"

"This is the twelfth house we've done since we left the pole. Now keep it down, we don't want the reindeer to find out what the boss is up to. If they realize they have time to kill it'll be our asses... literally." No sooner are the words out of the turtle's mouth when the whole reindeer team rounds the corner. The mouse whimpers in fear at the sight of the nine leather clad bucks grinning down at the pair ready to take their turns. "Too late."

The leader picks up the shaking mouse by the front of his shirt. "Damn straight it's too late." He growls as they are bathed in a dull red light from below. Despite what the song might say it's not his nose that glows.

Bob starts to sway gently back and forth, rocking the boy between the duel pressures. The little cub would slide up almost off Bob just to get more of that sweet venison down his gullet before letting it slip out only to impale himself on Mr. Doggy's hard cock.

Santa moans loudly, little Arcc is making him so proud, few boys ever seem to be able get their lips around his cock let along suckle on it like an expert. Bob has trained him well. Reluctantly he pushes the cub back down into the dogs lap. His cock comes free of the boy's lips with a noise like a suction cup's release. A short spray of pre splatters across the cub's cheeks. Arcc looks up at him surprised, and the old elk just smiles. "You're very good at that my boy, but let's try something new shall we?" With one gentle but firm hoof, he pushes Bob back, laying the man down across the bed. He rotates the cub, still impaled on that nice fat dog cock, making both groan at the feeling. With Arcc and Bob face to face now he pushes the boy forward, so that sweet little white fox can cuddle up in the strong doggy's chest fur. Behind both of them, old Saint Nick climbs onto the bed and lifts the pup's tail and lines himself up with that already stuffed little ass. "Now my boy this might feel a bit uncomfortable at first but don't worry, Santa would never hurt you."

Arcc yelps out as he feels a second cock pressed up under his tail. He bites his lip to keep from shouting as his already straining fox hole is asked to take even more. The flatter tip of the cervine member doesn't go in easily, especially with Bob's cock blocking the way. Generous helpings of pre are smeared across the boy's tight and tender tail hole, finally letting that great length of deer meat squeeze in. The lad gasps at the sudden shock of being stretched open wider than ever before, not even Bob's knot felt like this.

Bob groans out loud, both arms wrapped around the cute little cub, holding him still. It's an entirely new feeling for him, always before it had just been his own member pounding a cubby anus into submission, but this felt so good too. He could feel the other man's dick rubbing against his as they both went deep into that sweet little boy cunt. Each one urged the other on: deeper, harder, faster, stronger.

Arcc didn't know what to think. Panting loudly, tongue lolling to one side, his eyes rolled up into his head. These new sensations are driving him wild, the nearly constant hard pressure on his tiny little prostrate is so powerful. His own immature little cock is grinding hard into the big dog's belly as he shuddered through the first of many orgasms.

Above them both, Santa grunts loudly, his hips pushing him in deep. He finally feels his jewels resting on Bob's. "Ho ho ho! Now that's what I call a stocking stuffer."

In his daze, Arcc doesn't hear a thing, as another orgasm spasms through his body. Bob, however, moans loudly and rolls his eyes. "Okay, now that was just too corny." All too soon though, thoughts of bad dialog flee the shepard's mind as the buck sets up an alternating rhythm. As he pulls back, that deer dick goes deeper, so he's not only building up off the cub's sweet tightness, but the rhythm of the other man. Bob whimpers softly, feeling his knot swell, and he wants to tie so bad.

The elk is groaning and moaning as he pushes deeper and deeper. He can feel the added pressure and knows that Bob is close. The older deer leans in, pressing into the boy with renewed vigor. He brays out loud as Bob forces that fat swollen knot into place, pressing his own shaft hard into the cub's walls.

The dog howls as his balls give way, flooding his little fuck toy with fresh hot seed. Inside the boy he can feel the quick pulse as the elk's member coats the boy's bowels with his own foal juices. They can feel each spurt run up along the others dick, each beat as their balls churn out more and more thick, sticky ropes of cum. Bob pants softly and pets the cub's head, ruffling his ears. The lad is dead to the world, passed out from the excitement, and soon Bob follows him off to dream land.

The next morning Arcc jerks awake and looks around, expecting to find himself at Mr. Doggy's house. He's rather surprised to find he's at home in his own room. "Was it just a dream?" he mutters before rolling out of bed. He wanted to check the tree and see what he got from Santa. Mr. Doggy said he'd have presents for him too. As he walked he realized something was funny. His bum felt sore and something was poking him under the tail. The reached back behind him, his paw slipping under the waistband of his PJ's and found something hard had been slid up his bum. Carefully he slid it free producing a strawberry flavored candy cane. "How did that get there..." he boggles.
