Story by Custos
(Original posting 25 december 2016 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Standalone: A Little Dash of Christmas Magic

’Tis the night before Christmas, the whole world sleeps as everyone eagerly snores away the wait to the festivities tomorrow. White flakes of crystallized water float down gently from the darkened sky, coating the landscape in a blanket of soft crispy snow. All is quiet, all is peaceful. Except for one little room in a farmhouse, the domain rather desolate and removed from civilization as little Timothy stares outside the window.

The tiger cub has a bright orange fur with black stripes, wearing onesie pyjamas with teddybear print, looking like quite the cute ten-year-old. He’s hugging his favourite plushy to his side, suckling his thumb as he looks out into the night, his parents trying to get him to stop the childish habit unsuccessfully so far.

Timothy is too anxious to go to sleep, he knows Santa Bear will bring him lots of great gifts since he’s been a very good boy this year, helping his mommy and daddy with chores around the farm and eating most of his veggies. The thing he looks forward to the most is a new video game for his console, mommy and daddy not allowing him to have a computer of his own yet because they say the internet is full of ‘creepy old men who eat little boys’.

The tiger cub’s eyes almost fall shut a few times, the boy not having anything to entertain himself with that wouldn’t wake up his parents, and if they found out he wasn’t sleeping he would be punished for sure!

Just as Timothy closes his eyes once more for a few seconds, suddenly his sensitive feline ears pick up a familiar sound. He perks up with a jerk of his head, almost hitting the glass of the window next to his bed as he can hear the soft tingling of many little bells approaching, the sound is far away but rapidly approaching. Pressing the paw pads of his palms against the cold glass, as well as his nose, Timothy peers outside, scanning the sky. Almost as if in a burst of light, too swift for furry eyes to behold, a red and white striped blur approaches his home. Just a moment later, the roof creaks as if something has landed on top of it, Timothy’s heart racing in excitement as he clutches his plushy and quickly toddles out of his room.

As he almost reaches the top of the staircase, Timothy peers inside his parents’ bedroom. Both felines are sound asleep, which the boy finds odd since normally the slightest sound wakes them up. The air in the room seems to sparkle faintly, as if the rays of moonlight make the microscopic dust particles gleam. Timothy, or Timmy as his parents sometimes call him, then quickly steps down the first few steps of the staircase, making sure to avoid the loudest creaking ones as he goes.

Slowly he creeps down, hearing a rumble in the living room along with a few bells tingling, patting down as if someone is dusting off their clothes.

Peeking his head around the corner, Timmy has to suppress a gasp as he can see a very large heavy man standing with his back towards him in the living room, in front of the fireplace. The Christmas tree is beautifully decorated and brightly lit, the whole room always a masterpiece because his mom loves the holidays. The man seems to be a huge white polar bear, wearing a Santa suit with black heavy boots and the typical hat on his head. He’s holding the letter Timothy wrote for him, dipping one of the cookies of the plate in front of him inside the glass of milk, crunching it inside his mouth next as he reads.

A deep rumble can be heard, Santa clearly pleased with the flavour of the cookie as he pulls out a very long rolled up parchment, magically conjuring a quill to cross a name off the list on it:”Hmm, Timothy. Yes. He’s been a very good boy this year. Let’s see…”

The man continues to stand with his back to Timmy, the cub trembling with excitement in his onesie pyjamas as he clutches his plushy, beholding how the huge man kneels down next to a large bag next to the fireplace. With a magical light and sparkling, a few wrapped up gifts are conjured from it, both for the boy and his parents. As Santa places the presents under the Christmas tree, Timothy briefly considers walking up to the man to thank him and finally ask him how one person can bring gifts to so many homes in one night! But the cub refrains, Santa’s probably not keen on little children staying up late to see him, however curious they might be.

The cub is planning on watching Santa leave when the white polar bear suddenly groans out, holding the thick belt around his waist, “Better visit the lavatory before I get back up, all that milk…”

Timmy softly gasps out, pressing himself into a corner behind the staircase as the large white bear turns around and walks past him not a second later, looking for the toilet.

Hearing the door of the lavatory close, Timothy quickly darts up and towards Santa’s large sac of gifts, leaving his plushy behind the staircase in his excitement. He won’t do anything naughty, he just wants to have a look inside the bag that can carry millions of gifts!

Pulling the festive cord around the red satchel, Timmy’s eyes sparkle as a magical light greets him. It’s hard to describe what he sees, the insides consist of both hard matter and magical dust it seems. He reaches forward, crawling a bit into the bag, trying to get a better look as he suddenly loses his balance and tumbles down with a surprised yelp.

Feeling trapped, the scared little tiger cub immediately starts grasping for anything to hold on to for leverage to lift himself back out, only his hands can’t find any such thing!

Even more to his horror, he can hear the toilet flush and heavy boots approach the sac, the opening out of reach as he frantically starts grabbing for the edges of the bag, tears starting to well up in the corners of his eyes:”No, no, no! Please, no!”

Despite the cub’s whimpers of panic, the bag closes up above him and traps him inside, the little tiger starting to cry as he doesn’t even have his plushy to console him. As if sensing the little boy’s distress, the magical dust around Timothy starts to change and form, procuring an exact replica of the plushy he left behind. The boy sniffles and cries as he curls himself up into a little ball, clutching the toy as he fears the worst.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next conscious thing he can hear is a deep voice growling in surprise, “What the-?!”
A large paw grabs his leg, the boy startled in surprise as he frantically starts kicking, his parents having warned him of stranger danger:”No! No! No! Leave me alone! Help, mom! Dad! Help!”
His cries are in vain as the next second he is pulled from the bag, his toy disappearing into dust before it leaves the magical insides. The boy now hangs upside down as his fearful wet eyes dart around, catching a lot of wood, red and green as he tries to grasp where he is.

Upside down in front of him, stands the large white polar bear with an angry look on his face, holding up the ten-year-old boy with just one hand. The rest of the room is just like you’d expect from the home of Santa Bear, rustic and picturesque, with lots of Christmassy decorations and a fire place with wooden rocking chairs in front of it. Lots of wooden furniture and the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air.

Despite the cheerful surroundings, Timmy’s eyes start to tear up once more as he looks at Santa’s angry look, starting to cry and bawl as he covers his eyes with his hands. The soft pads of his palms growing wet with his tears as he sobs, Santa gently letting him down onto the carpet, the cub not getting up as he just cries in a foetal position.

Santa won’t have any of that as he pulls the boy up to his feet:”No, no, no! You’re not going to be a naughty boy and cry about it when you’re found out! Take responsibility for your deeds, boy. Have you any idea what you have done?”
Timothy wipes the back of his paws to his eyes, trying to clear away the tears, almost hyperventilating as he bawls out:”I-I’m. So. Sorry. Santa. I-I di-didn’t mean. Didn’t mean to!”

The polar bear looks down upon the young pre-teen with a disappointed frown, making a disapproving ‘tsk-tsk’ sound:”Yes, regret always comes after the deed. If this had been my last route it might have been days before I would’ve found you! Your parents would’ve been worried sick. Would you wish that upon them, especially now during Christmas?”

Timmy’s eyes are still looking through a blur as he shakes his head in a denying motion, not able to bring himself to speak up. He stands very vulnerable before the adult bear as he knows he screwed up good.

When the bear reaches out to touch the boy’s arm, Timothy withdraws a little, continuing to stare at the floor:”N-no! S-stranger danger!”
The polar bear is baffled:”Oh so that rule you do remember, eh? I’m not into touching little boys inappropriately, Timothy, but you deserve a harsh lesson anyway!”
Santa Bear takes out a pocket watch, looking down upon it as he curses in a child-friendly way, the way parents might do around little kids:”I don’t have time for this! I have other shifts to make to deliver presents.”

The large adult male grabs the boy’s arm and effortlessly drags the struggling boy through the house, the kit crying bloody murder as he fears the worst:”No! Please, no! Don’t kill me! Don’t give me to the Krampus! I’ll be good! I’ve been good the whole year, please give me another chance! Please, Santa Bear!”
The boy’s brains are starting to fry as the most terrible scenarios pass inside his head, the large polar bear cutting the boy off:”It amazes me what imagination you kids have, I’m Santa! I don’t hurt kids. And neither does Krampus, not any more than the rightful spanking you deserve in any case.”

Reaching the front door, Santa Bear grabs a red coat with white fluff around the rims of the fabric, wrapping the struggling boy inside of it as he lifts the boy up in his arms:”I don’t have time to punish you proper, neither does Krampus as he’s on his route. If you’re a good boy and learn your lesson, I will take you back home after I’ve delivered the presents. If not…”
And Santa Bear’s eyes indicate Timothy better not find out where that path brings him, the bear kicking open the front door as the cub is washed over by the intense cold outside.

Timmy shivers inside the red warm cape, the landscape beautiful as one would expect from Santa’s living place in the North Pole. A dreamy white wonderland of snow and bright colourful lights stretches out, pine trees oddly growing here as well, an aurora borealis high in the star lit sky. Timothy is briefly stunned by the beauty of his surroundings, Santa carrying the cub over to what looks like stables, the cub recognizing the type of building from the farm his parents have.

Santa Bear brings the cub inside the housing part next to the stables, putting him down on the hardwood floor as the coat is taken from him and hung up on a coat stand. The polar bear kneels down and peers directly into Timmy’s eyes with a stern look, raising his clawed finger to put emphasis on what he’s about to say:”Here’s the deal, Timothy. You’re going to be punished by my reindeer. You’re going to listen and do whatever they want from you. If you’re good, you get to go home after my shifts end and you will never speak of what you’ve seen here to a living soul! If not, it will be far worse than being on my naughty list!”

The polar bear straightens himself up again and barks out:”Dasher! Get in here!”
A stumbling can be heard in the back of the house as hoofed steps near quickly, a large reindeer male opening the door opposite of the living room they’re standing in. Instantly, Timothy can see the reindeer is almost completely nude, save for the towel he’s holding around his waist, “Yes, Nicholas?”

Before Timmy can utter any sound, the large polar bear pushes the cub towards the cervine male, not in the least fazed by the state of his servant:”We have a situation. Punish this boy good, let him shovel coal and clean out the stalls or something. I’m busy with my shifts and need to get to it, I’ll pick him up to bring him home after.”

The caribou stands perplexed, watching the not-so-jolly polar bear turn around and open the door once more, directing his head and finger one last time in a warning gesture to Timothy:”At least, if he listens to you like a good boy! Or else!”
And with a loud thud, the door is slammed shut, leaving the half nude male cervine alone with the cub in the room.

For a few seconds, Timmy just stands there, looking so vulnerable and sad in his teddybear onesie pyjamas as he then holds his hands back up to his eyes and starts crying once more:”Uuh, huuuh. Mommy. Daddy. Uuuuh.”
Quickly, Dasher tries to keep the towel around his waist as kneels down in front of the boy, putting a hand onto his little shoulder:”Hey, hey, little guy! Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
Timmy, however, can’t restrain himself as he starts bawling out loudly, directing his face up to the ceiling of the festive living room as tears roll down his cheeks.

The caribou male embraces the boy to his chest with his free arm, even in a kneeling position the reindeer is taller than the boy thanks to his antlers:”Shhh. It’s okay, Santa is just stressed out. He isn’t a mean man, and neither am I or my brothers. It’s all gonna be okay, you’re not the first, you know!”

Slowly, the tiger kit starts to calm down, hugging his arms around the caribou’s neck as he sniffles into the soft fur, the male smelling faintly of mints and farm scents:”N-no? I’m not?”
The male just drops the towel as he now holds the boy in a hug, patting his back as he soothers Timothy:”No, not by a long shot! This happens every couple of years. You kids are just curious, that can’t be helped. I know I would be!”
Timothy slowly starts feeling more at ease as he hugs the reindeer, straightening himself as Dasher uses the tip of his towel to dry away the boy’s tears, “Now, see, you look much better when you don’t cry!”

Timmy rubs his eyes one last time, they’re a little reddish as they look into Dasher’s, the reindeer smiling to put the boy at ease which seems to work, the kit smiling back meekly:”S-so you’re not gonna hurt me?”
The caribou chuckles and shakes his head:”No, no, no. And don’t you worry, at the end of the evening you’ll be back in your bed at home, safe and sound. Santa is a good man, but he has a lot of work to do, you know!”
The ten-year-old tiger cub nods and seems calmed down, looking around the rustic cottage:”O-okay. Do you live here?”

The reindeer nods:”Yes, my brothers and I, in fact.”
Timothy continues to hold the reindeer’s shoulders as he looks around, Dasher straightening himself back up again as he stands, his antlers almost touching the roof:”So you’re Santa’s reindeer? Don’t you have to pull his sleigh, then?”
Dasher chuckles:”Only the first few shifts. He has other feral reindeer now to carry most of the load. All reindeer only do a couple of shifts before we’re exchanged. After that the feral reindeer go back to the stables and get their reward, my brothers and I just like to get a nice steam bath after a cold night of flying. To help us relax and unwind.”

It is then that the two hear a voice call through the slightly open door in the back:”Dasher, you coming back or what?”
Dasher shouts back:”Coming, just a minute!”
He then turns back to little Timmy in his arms, smiling:”I’m Dasher by the way, what’s your name?”
- “Timothy. But my friends call me Timmy.”
Dasher smiles and nods:”Well then, Timmy. I’m not gonna let you shovel or clean anything, it’ll be our little secret from Santa. You can wait for him to come back by the fireplace and help yourself to some cookies and milk, or you could join my brothers and I in the steam bath, if you’d like some company.”

Timmy rubs his eyes once more, trying to clear away the signs that he has cried, smiling at the friendly reindeer male:”I’ll come with you guys but I don’t have my swimming trunks.”
Dasher chuckles as he then starts carrying the cub on his arm through the door in the back, down a little hallway:”That’s okay, sport. We’re all guys, we’re not wearing anything. You don’t have to either if you don’t want to.”

The cub grins, feeling accepted like one of the guys which makes him feel like he’s respected as an adult would be. Dasher puts him down on the floor in some sort of wooden locker room, the hooks above the benches filled with the green and red outfits of the reindeer, as well as lots of leather straps with little bells attached to them. Timothy quickly strips down to his bare fur as he leaves his onesie pyjamas behind on the wooden bench, holding Dasher’s hand as they enter the steam bath together.

At first Timmy peers through a cloud of white smog, before his eyes adjust and he can see multiple reindeer forms leaning back on the wooden benches, relaxing in the humid hotness. Indeed, they’re all as naked as Dasher and he are, some of them propping themselves up on their elbows and looking surprised at the cub:”Oh. Hello there. Who is this, Dasher?”
Dasher sits himself next to one of the other caribou males, patting the seat next to him as Timothy instead climbs up the friendly male’s lap to sit there instead:”Guys, this is Timmy. He’s had a tumble inside Santa’s sac and is now being punished by us.”

All the reindeer brothers now look up at the cub sitting on Dasher’s lap, a hearty chuckle going through the room as Timothy joins in, feeling much more at ease now among the friendly men as he too joins in, giggling. His black striped orange fur with creamy white tummy, chest and crotch is a large contrast to Dasher’s dark brown fur and white belly fur, the cub clearly visible even in the foggy mist within the room.

The reindeer next to Dasher holds out his hand and shakes Timmy’s:”Heya Timmy, I’m Prancer. You’ve met Dasher, these other goofballs are Dancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder, Blixem and Rudolph!”
Prancer gestures around the room as he sums up the names, finishing with the reindeer on the utter right. Timothy squints his eyes as he peers at Rudolph, trying to make out whether the song about his red nose are true.

Feeling completely at ease now, he hops off Dasher’s lap and walks over to Rudolph, the caribou male smiling down at him as he anticipates the next question:”Is your nose really red?”
A chuckle goes through the room as the brothers poke each other and Rudolph especially in the side, the youngest of the reindeer males slapping away his brothers’ hands as he smiles down at the tiger cub:”Well, yeah. But it only glows red when I lead the way in front of Santa’s sleigh.”

- “That’s not the only time it glows red, right fellas?”
Loud laughter rolls through the room as Timmy doesn’t understand the joke, he grins along, though, as the brothers seem to be in stitches at the embarrassment of their littlest brother. Rudolph responds in semi-annoyed tone:”Cupid, there are kids present!”
The corresponding deer waves the objection away, sprawled out on his part of the wooden bench as his flaccid masculinity is clearly displayed:”Like that has stopped you before.”

Rudolph’s embarrassment is complete when slowly his nose starts to glow a soft red hue in the misty fog of the bath house, almost covering it up but Blixem sitting next to him stops his brother:”He’s curious, just let him see. It’s just us guys, right Timmy?”
Timmy nods his head eagerly:”Uhu, I’m one of the guys too!”
A lot of approving nods and smiles go around the room, the naked reindeer males all looking on with interested expressions as their flaccid humanoid members seem to plump up a little.

Rudolph’s body language still betrays that he feels embarrassed, but he lowers his hands to the bench, allowing Timmy to see the bright red glowing hue around his nose now. It’s almost as if he has a Christmas light in its place instead. Slowly, the ten-year-old tiger cub reaches out to touch the larger male’s nose, Rudolph allowing Timmy to do so. The cub’s expression is ponderous as he exclaims:”It doesn’t feel weird at all!”
The reindeer brothers chuckle as Rudolph mumbles:”No, of course not. It’s just a nose.”

Then Timmy’s eyes are drawn down as he picks up another glow, gasping as he sees that Rudolph’s penis is slowly swelling up, a soft red glow intensifying around it as it does:”Rudolph! Your penis is glowing too!”
Now Rudolph’s embarrassment is complete as his brothers burst out in hysterical laughter, tears starting to well up in the corners of their eyes. Blixem sitting next to the odd pair crying out:”Ouch! Ouch! It hurts, haha!”

The tiger cub grins, apparently he said something very funny and he loves that the adult males are so taken with it. His eyes are glued on Rudolph’s glowing penis as it straightens up with soft pulses of the reindeer’s heartbeat, the male quite in a huf as he waits for his brothers to stop their laughing.

Slowly the giggling and chuckling dies down when Blixem suddenly gestures down to Timmy’s groin:”Well, seems like someone else is glowing red too!”
Timothy looks down at his loins, observing how his own little penis had straightened up with a slightly rolled back foreskin to reveal his pink reddish tip. Instead of feeling dirty or self conscious, the 10-year old tiger cub proudly plants his hands into the sides of his hips, turning to the rest of the room and pushing his groin forward:”Uhu! I’m just like Rudolph!”
The many brothers look at each other with a knowing, perhaps somewhat lusty smile.

Dasher chuckles and gets up, walking over to Timmy and Rudolph, gesturing Blixem to scoot up as he lifts the cub up to sit next to his red-nosed brother:”We better compare then!”
Timmy giggles as Dasher kneels in front of him, the many reindeer males now sporting a well sized erection of their own, their many hefty sacs hanging low with the large heavy balls contained within. They all crane their necks and reposition themselves to witness the event better, Cupid and Vixen already plucking at their own uncut cocks to stimulate themselves lightly.

With a friendly wink, Dasher moves in between the tiger cub’s spread legs, giving his small thighs a playful stroke before the reindeer bumps the kit’s nose with the tip of his index finger:”Mm, no glow there.”
Timothy giggles, Dasher then doing the same to his youngest brother’s nose with the index finger on his other hand:”This nose glows quite a bit!”
The room is completely silent, many more of the fraternal siblings gently stroking themselves to full hardness as they watch intently.

Dasher then lowers his hand to the kitten’s lap, gently cupping the white furry little balls in the palm of his hand as the tips of his index finger and thumb peel back the boy’s foreskin. A beautiful reddish pink tiny helmet is revealed, the sensitive flesh indeed almost radiating a warm red glow in the misty vapours, “A little bit of glow here. If anything, it feels very warm, Timmy!”
Somehow this made the cub’s chest swell with pride, his smile curling broader.

The caribou’s fingers gently masturbate and stroke the pre-teen boy’s stiff little cocklet for a few moments, then reach over to the adult reindeer next to Timmy to hold his brother’s cock. The penis looks just like any of his other siblings, except for a red intense glow around it, “A lot of glow and warmth here, Dolphy.”

The kneeling cervine male strokes the soft skin of his brother’s penis up and down a few times before suddenly lowering his mouth over it, his lips enclosing the sensitive flesh of his sibling’s helmet and giving it a nice long suckle. Both Rudolph and Timmy gasp out in surprise, the reindeer because of the pleasant sensation, the cub because he’s never even imagined someone putting a penis in their mouth.

He knows about the birds and the bees, but aside from once almost stumbling inside his parent’s bedroom whilst they were hugging naked, he never thought sex would encompass so much more just for the pleasure of it. Apart from getting stiffies more and more on the oddest of moments, the boy never even masturbated or did anything sexual himself yet. At most he’s exchanged looks with other boy’s his age when they were in the communal showers and bathrooms.

Dasher’s head bobs up and down over Rudolph’s cock as he sucks his brother off for a few seconds, his lips smacking as he releases the now wet glowing cock, his eyes shifting to Timmy’s. His left hand strokes the cub’s penis still, the reindeer male’s own cock trembling as it stands hard as rock between his own legs:”You want to try that too, Timmy?”

The cub eagerly nods, wanting more than anything to be more like one of the guys, even if it means doing stuff he’s a little bit afraid of. Dasher smiles and quickly puts the tiger cub’s worries to rest, diving down as his wet lips enclose the cub’s small humanoid cocklet and small sac in one swoop. Timothy grows rigid, his butt lifting off the wooden bench as his face transitions between a ton of emotions in a matter of seconds, his lips eventually setting on an ‘o’ expression:”Oooooh!”

The rest of the incestuous brothers find the little guy’s expression priceless and endearing, some reaching out to touch and stroke each other’s cocks as well as Cupid lowering himself onto his knees to start sucking on Comet’s dick.

Dasher moves the palms of his hands underneath each buttock of the feline boy’s ass, gently squeezing both soft globes of firm flesh as his large mouth softly suckles and slurps around both little cocklet and coin purse at the same time. Timmy remains stretched and rigid in Dasher’s strong grasp, tossing his head back against the wooden bench as his little hands grasp the base of the reindeer male’s impressive antlers:”Oooh Dasher! Mmm!”

Encouraged by the cub’s pleasured moans, the caribou male intensifies his suckling and head bobbing, his lips overstimulating the tiger kitten’s pink sensitive flesh. Rudolph leans into Timmy, cradling the boy’s face against his chest as he masturbates himself, whispering softly to the underage boy:”That’s it, Timmy. Feels good, huh?”
The boy moans out, pressing his muzzle into the other male’s chest as his lips press against Rudolph’s black nipple sticking out from the creamy fur. Without even giving it a second thought, Timothy’s nursing instinct kicks in, like when he unconsciously suckles his thumb, and his lips latch onto the sensitive nub of flesh. The caribou male moans out in pleasant surprise, not having expected this move as his arm supports the boy’s head, the hand on said arm reaching around to gently stroke the kit’s head:”Oooh, that’s nice, Timmy. That’s so nice.”

Timmy’s lips pluck at the black sensitive nipple, his raspy feline tongue scraping over it making Rudolph’s body jolt in uncontrollable pleasurable movements, pre-cum leaking like crazy from his red glowing penis.

Practically all of the other reindeer brothers now stand around the scene in a semi-circle, masturbating, kissing, touching, fondling and sucking each other.

The heat in the room seems to intensify with every passing minute, Dasher’s lips never leaving Timmy’s small cock and balls as he now presses a playful finger into the sweaty moist crease of the cub’s butt, tenderly testing the waters as his tip softly tests the resistance of the tiger kitten’s anal ring. Timothy is completely overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations, some of the other reindeer males’ hands now roaming his flat boyish chest and every part of his body they could reach, the cub almost crying out in tortured pleasure:”Oh my… oh God. Ngh, mmpfh! Daddeeeh!”

With a cry for his daddy, though even the cub doesn’t know why, Timmy’s body tenses up even more, grabbing Dasher’s antlers and pushing him violently into his groin as he climaxes a wonderful dry orgasm. His small hips hunch upwards into Dasher’s face, his little balls pulled up tightly inside their sac inside the reindeer’s mouth, his cocklet pulsing and twitching like a little steel pole equally between the adult’s moist wet lips.

Rudolph cradles the small cub to his chest, the kitten biting softly into his nipple which sets the youngest reindeer off. Hot cervine seed jets up from his pulsing glowing red cock and lands all over his own lap, that of Timothy’s and the back of his brother Dasher’s head. Dasher has to restrain himself with the utmost strength of will, not wanting to cum handsfree just yet as his penis bobs up and down angrily in between his kneeling legs.

As little Timmy comes down from his high, he slumps down into Rudolph’s embrace, panting into the reindeer’s fur with a heaving chest and closed eyes. Dasher finally lets the cub’s still hard pole slide from his mouth, not wanting the cub to grow too sensitive as he knows cocks get after orgasm, smiling up at Timothy’s pleasure ridden face:”That was fun, wasn’t it?”

The other reindeer brothers cheer too as Timmy opens his eyes, looking around and grinning at the praise from the guys, the cub feeling truly accepted as a peer.

Slowly regaining control of his body, the cub straightens himself up, dipping his fingers in the gooey thick semen coating his tummy and crotch:”Wow, is this the seed a daddy puts inside a mommy to make a baby?”
Dasher grins, still between the cub’s legs as he affectionately gives Timmy’s thighs a squeeze:”Uhu. That’s right, Timmy. Though you don’t have to worry, we guys can have all the fun we want without having to worry about making babies.”

Timmy smiles back at Dasher and then notices the caribou’s cock still standing up straight between the strong muscular legs, leaking pre-cum like a faucet and trembling with restraint:”You didn’t shoot the stuff, Dasher.”
The reindeer male nods:”Uhu. We adults need a little longer to recharge after we shoot our seed. I didn’t want our fun to be over so soon, little Timmy.”

The gears inside Timothy’s head are visible turning as they churn out a naughty idea. The tiger cub rises from his seat, pulls the reindeer male up and pushes him to sit down where he just sat:”I wanna try too!”
Dasher is surprised, gasping audibly as Timmy grabs his thick shaft, kneeling down between the caribou’s legs:”Oh no, Timmy. You don’t have to if you don’t want to!”
Without even listening, the grinning cub rolls the skin on Dasher’s cock completely back and opens his mouth wide, chomping down on the reindeer’s sensitive pre-cum slick cock head.

The last attempt at protest dies down in Dasher’s throat right then and there, the male throwing his head back as his youngest brother now embraces his sibling like he did the cub a minute ago, watching at Timmy going to town on his brother’s cock:”Yeah, Timmy! You go, champ!”

Completely unfazed by the taste of Dasher’s pre-cum coated penis, Timmy suckles hard and deep with gusto, sometimes scraping Dasher’s helmet with the corners of his sharp feline teeth in his inexperience. The reindeer doesn’t mind at all, the experience of a cub so young sucking him off with so much conviction and willingness completely compensating for the sometimes painful scrapes.

All the other reindeer brothers now stand in a semi-circle around the scene, holding each other around the shoulders and masturbating furiously as the humid room is filled with moans and grunts of male pleasure. The scent has changed too, the smell of sex hanging in the air and further egging on the horny males with each other’s pheromones.

Rudolph’s cock didn’t have the chance to grow flaccid this whole time, the scene just too arousing for even a spend penis to ignore, the reddish glow returning as the member straightens itself up once more. The youngest sibling continues to embrace his older brother’s body and head, Dasher’s face planting itself in Rudolph’s neck as he moans out into the smaller reindeer’s fur. It gives the red-nosed caribou chills down his spine to have his brother writhe and breathe so lustily and vulnerably into him.

Timmy is having the time of his life, feeling completely accepted and encouraged by his new reindeer friends, the little boy trying his best to get as much of Dasher’s cock down his throat as he can but obviously bumping into his limits soon. He loves every second of having that big fat shaft shoved down his mouth and throat, having discovered how much he likes cocks and playing with them now, wanting to know every possible way you can play with them. Just guys being guys!

The tiger cub eventually pulls off the fat length of Dasher’s penis, his tongue hanging out as he pants deeply. A strand of a mix of clear saliva and pre-cum connecting his tongue and lips to the sensitive swollen cock head still:”Mmph! This is awesome!”
Dasher grins and the other reindeer brothers chuckle as they all masturbate furiously, occasionally having to abruptly stop before they would just blast off, “Glad to hear it, champ. Say, want to have even more fun?”

Timothy eagerly nods and is then raised to his feet by a panting Dasher, the two only sitting reindeer now standing up too as they move the cub to the middle of the room. The other brothers catch on, moaning in lusty anticipation as they all huddle around the grinning eager cub in a circle, pre-cum and saliva still dripping down the ten-year-old boy’s chin, “Wanna try some more cocks to suck, champ?”

Without even answering the question and without needing to kneel down, just lightly lean forward, Timmy’s lips enclose around the nearest reindeer’s throbbing cock, Dunder moaning out violently as he grasps the shoulders of his brothers left and right:”Oh fuck!”
Vixen and Comet support their brother, everyone cheering Timmy on with words of praise as he sucks off Dunder’s large cock with dedication.

The cub’s hands reach out swiftly, grabbing slick wet cocks and tugging on them for a few seconds before he moves on to the next, the little tiger boy becoming crazed with lust and the need to show these cool guys that he’s a cool guy too!

The incestuous reindeer brothers have their arms all around each other’s shoulders and waists, moaning into each other’s neck and mouths as they kiss whilst the little cub in their middles sucks them off as he continuously changes cock. Pre-cum and saliva drips down in long slick strands from their throbbing erections, the forest of large pink humanoid penises surrounding the boy as the lusty warmth radiates from them.

The cub’s fingers find it increasingly difficult to hold on to the caribou shafts, the lengths becoming so slick they slip and bob from his grasp, the cub laughing around the cock he currently sucks as he tries to grab them. Aside from the fun he’s having, Timmy also tries to remember each of the awesome reindeer brothers simply by their taste, trying to close his eyes as he pops the next erection into his mouth as he goes down the circle, guessing who it is that is leaking their pre-cum onto his tongue this time.

Great fun like this is bound to come to an end, though, as several of the reindeer start bucking their hips either in their own masturbating hand, the stroking hand of one of their brothers, or inside Timmy’s little mouth. His raspy kitten tongue of course helps to tip them closer to the edge as they moan out, ”Bros, I’m not gonna last long anymore! I’m gonna cum soon!”

As if they’ve done this before, several start chanting, the others picking up on it and joining in:”All on Timmy! Cum on Timmy! Cum on Timmy!”

The overwhelming acceptance and lust becomes too much for poor little Timothy, the cub squealing out in delight as suddenly jets of hot reindeer semen starts spurting out of more than one cock, his little hand clutching his own small erection as he opens his mouth wide to catch as much of the tasty male goo as he can.

Loud moans fill the even more cloudy sex smelling humid steam room as the reindeer brothers bring themselves or each other over the edge, slippery hands sliding over shafts and squeezing ball sacs as strings of saliva, pre-cum and seed fly around in the air.

Cupid standing behind the revelling little Timmy hunches down through his knees, grabbing the increasingly slippery cub’s hips as he presses his cock head between the tiger boy’s hot little buns and underneath the curling long tail. Strong jets of hot semen splatter against the boy’s pucker as he cries out in joy, his body getting coated in a layer of thick reindeer seed as well as his bum hole.

Slowly the excitement starts to die down, cries of ecstasy making place for moans and pants of exhaustion, knees starting to wobble and tremble as fingers harshly milk the last drops of seed from sensitive cock heads.

Cupid grinds his tip firmly against Timothy’s tail hole, wanting to be certain his semen has entered the boy without actually penetrating him as he doesn’t want to scare or cause the boy pain. The adult male’s fingers press gently into the cum soaked fur of the cub’s hips still as he rides out his orgasm, the caribou male panting down into Timmy’s neck.

One by one, all of the reindeer brothers slump down onto the benches or against the benches on the floor, cocks growing soft into still plump penises as chests heave and panting becomes the dominant sound in the room smelling of all male sex. Their hips and legs are equally plastered with each other’s incestuous seed, the boy in the middle almost looking like a Siberian tiger instead of an orange one!

Dasher pulls Timothy onto his lap, the boy grasping his own twitching cocklet as he quickly applies his learned knowledge to masturbate himself, leaning back into the adult male’s chest as his legs straddle the still plump cock of the caribou male. The reindeer nuzzles the top of Timothy’s head, having taken a deep fancy to the boy as he feels his heart pound with growing love.

All brothers come down from their highs as they look at Timmy, the boy once more the center of attention as he cries out, bucking up his hips and body as his cute cocklet twitches in his grasp in a dry climax.

Timmy’s body lowers down once more onto Dasher’s, their fur sticky and glued together with all the reindeer cum, the boy breathing loudly with closed eyes as his hands flop down the sides of his body. He’s completely spent!

Dasher gives the ten-year-old a few minutes to recover, holding him and stroking his sticky body all over, murmuring sweet little words into the cub’s ear as he pecks kisses wherever he can reach. His budding love seems reciprocated as Timmy giggles, returning the pecks with playful kisses of his own, the boy feeling a tingling inside his tummy he’s never felt so strongly before.

Slowly, all of the males stand and gather, exiting the steamy room as they make way to the showers. Many hands help each other out, every nook and cranny thoroughly cleaned of all sticky goodness as some among them French kiss and grind a bit more, though the lust has certainly been quenched.

Dasher and Rudolph busy themselves with Timothy, the young boy giggling as the adult males help clean him, Dasher’s digits even daring to venture inside the cub’s rectum to clean out Cupid’s cum. And of course to get a nice feeling of the boy’s tight resilience.

All the brothers gather to give Timmy a last rubdown and group hug, the boy lifted into Dasher’s arms as he does his best to hug back all the naked males, feeling so safe, warm and accepted.

It is after being towelled dry and being hoisted back into his onesie pyjamas that the expression on the boy’s face grows grim, everyone notices and can guess why as they quietly leave the locker room, leaving Timmy with Dasher.

Dasher buttons up the last of Timothy’s onesie, smiling at the pre-teen boy but not finding his gesture returned:”Hey bud, what’s wrong?”
Timmy’s face grows crestfallen, his eyes reddening as the boy fights back the tears and his voice cracking:”I-I don’t want to leave.”
The strong reindeer closes Timmy into his arms, cradling the boy as soft sobs grow into stronger ones, Dasher having to restrain himself from starting to cry too. His heart is breaking at little Timmy’s breaking, especially since he’s starting to fall in love with the young boy.

The much taller caribou male clears his throat a few times, lifting and holding Timothy against his bare chest, the reindeer wearing part of his leather strapped sleigh gear which doesn’t leave him naked anymore:”I know, champ. I know. I’m so sorry.”

Dasher comforts the little boy for a while longer before they join the others in the living room, all of them making an effort to cheer Timothy up with little presents and treats, the boy clearly grateful for them but saddened to have to leave soon.

The loud bangs on the front door come way too soon, an exhausted looking Santa Bear stepping through as he finds his reindeer all gathered with Timothy. He raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to say something when he’s interrupted by Dasher, the reindeer beckoning the large polar bear into another room where they speak with soft hushed voices no one can understand.

After a few minutes the white furred bear returns to the living room, his expression softer and even touched. He beckons Timmy, the little tiger boy trying not to look at any of his newfound friends, especially Dasher. Santa pulls the red and white warm coat back over the cub who is only wearing pyjamas, his voice and tone much softer:”Come, Timmy. I’ll get you back home before your parents notice you’re gone.”

A sob wells up from the boy’s throat, his eyes making contact with Dasher’s as the reindeer is clearly holding back his emotions, trying to give Timothy an encouraging smile. Santa Bear picks up the little boy as he soothes him:”There, there. Say goodbye.”

The little tiger cub looks even smaller in the huge bear’s arms, the boy’s reddening eyes looking around as he meekly waves, Santa not giving opportunity for more sadness as he walks the boy outside in the dark cold, closing the door behind him as he leaves the reindeer brothers to themselves.

The next morning, Timothy wakes up in his bed as if nothing happened, clutching his favourite plushy toy. It all seems like one weird life-like dream, the boy immediately struck with sadness as he remembers the feelings of brotherhood and acceptance he had felt among his new reindeer friends. And then the face and feelings for Dasher specifically rise up in his mind’s eye, the boy softly sobbing as he bawls out in his pillow.

Thought he did not understand his feelings for Dasher completely, he certainly knew what it felt like to have the knowledge he’d never see him again.

Timmy lies in bed, the morning sun warm and soothing as his parents are still asleep, it’s Christmas morning. He mumbles as he hugs his plushy toy close to his chest, feeling his heart ache and tears stream down the corner of his eye into the fabric of the pillow underneath.

He doesn’t want to run down and open his toys like he did last night. He doesn’t want the treats and he doesn’t want to celebrate. He wants his reindeer friends back. And most of all, he wants Dasher back. He wants his scent in his nose, his fur on his lips, his arms around him.

He continues to just lay there, feeling as if all joy and life has been sucked out of his heart, the boy weeping.

Then suddenly, a light ticking sound resounds through the room. It comes from the window. Timothy ignores it at first, laying underneath his covers, when the ticking sound grows louder and more urgent.

Eventually he sits up, his teary eyes looking over at the window where he sees a little Red Robin sitting outside. The small bird is looking inside at him, the tiny black pearly eyes blinking rapidly as the head cocks back and forth, the little beak tapping occasionally against the glass.

Wiping his eyes, Timmy throws off his covers, he mopes over to the windows to look at the bird more directly.

The tiny creature seems to radiate a glowing aura as the sun lights the snow on the windowsill around it, its little head cocking back and forth as the Red Robin looks at Timothy. It then suddenly spreads its wings and in a flash, it flies up and away, happily chirping a cheerful song through the cold morning air. It bounces up and down in the air, ecstatically, tumbling over the farmland.

Timothy’s eyes follow the bird until he can’t see it anymore against the rising morning sun, the sound of Christmas carollers singing in the distance as he looks back down where the bird had sat.

A beautiful silver whistle sits in the snow between the little paw prints, sparkling in the morning sunlight as the boy’s curiosity is drawn.

With some effort, Timmy manages to unlatch the window, opening both flaps as he feels the cold winter air enter his room, his fingers grabbing the whistle and raising it up to his face. It’s silver in colour, shiny as it looks expensive. The boy turns it about when he suddenly notices the silhouette of a reindeer head and antlers engraved in one side of it, a branch of holly on the other.

A spark of happiness awakens inside the saddened boy’s heart, his hands trembling as he gives the tiny instrument another look-over. Timmy grasps it tightly as he brings the mouthpiece to his lips, hesitating for a moment as he then blows in it.

Instead of the typical shrill shrieking sound usually produced by whistles, a melodious and beautiful chime of Christmas bells flows forth over the snowy landscape outside.

Surprised at the sound produced, Timmy once again blows into the whistle, more notes flowing like water from a babbling creek over the farm. Again the flame of Christmas cheer seems to flicker up stronger inside his heart, the boy giving a meek smile as he looks down at the tiny instrument in his paw.

Then his ears pick up other bells chiming through the coldness of the morning, though the boy doesn’t seem to feel the cold, the flames in his heart exploding as he gasps, colour returning to his gloomy thoughts.

In the distance a cascade of sleigh bells and magical sparks toll like an avalanche through the air towards the boy’s window. Timmy doesn’t move, though, his fingers clutching the whistle as his mouth is open in amazement. The magical sparks thunder faster and faster towards him to ultimately throw themselves through his windows.

Timmy holds his arms in front of his face to protect himself from the unknown sparks, a whirlwind of sleigh bell sounds and snow flakes surrounding him as he can suddenly feel strong arms grasp him into a tight embrace.

The tiger cub looks up at Dasher’s smiling face, the reindeer’s expression one of a barely held-back explosion of joy, his voice cracking as he speaks:”H-hey bud!”
For a moment, Timothy is astonished, frozen in place. A shout of joy then bubbles up from the depths of his heart, his mouth opened wide but is immediately silenced as Dasher leans down to press an intimate and loving kiss on the boy’s lips.

Though the boy would’ve considered kissing yucky, so would he have had sex before last night, a tear welling up in the corner of his eye as his small arms reach to embrace the tall caribou male’s neck and shoulders. Dasher lifts the much smaller tiger cub up in his arms, continuing to kiss his little lover as he cradles the back of Timothy’s head with one of his hands. The reindeer is dressed in his sleigh uniform, leather straps adorning his body with sleigh bells attached to them in certain places, his modesty ensured with a leather thong.

After a minute, their lips part, both males big and small panting as the flame within their hearts burns brightly now that they’re close together once more.

The back of the reindeer’s fingers trace the side of Timmy’s face, the boy’s joy unconfined as he hugs the large male once more:”Dasher! I thought you were gone!”
Dasher holds the boy, nuzzling his face in the little guy’s neck as he speaks softly:”I had another chat with Santa. If you promise to keep the Christmas secret, you can see me and the guys whenever you want, visit us whenever you want.”

The tiger cub is overcome with joy, pressing his nose into Dasher’s neck to take in his scent, clutching him as if to never let him go again. The reindeer strokes the boy’s back, their hearts beating the same rhythm now as the adult male then softly speaks up once more:”And, if you want, once you’re old enough you can come work at the North Pole. Live with the guys. Live with me.”

- “Yes! Yes! I want to, Dasher! I… I…”
Dasher lifts the boy’s face in the palm of his hand, supporting Timmy with his other arm, looking deeply into the cub’s eyes:”Timmy. I think I’m falling in love with you. I know that might be a weird thought to someone your age. But I really… Really! Want you to love me to-.”

Before Dasher can finish, Timmy has already pressed his lips to the older male’s, giving him a genuine kiss of budding pre-teen love.

Dasher sprinkles another helping of Santa’s secret faerie dust over the house and farm, coaxing the other inhabitants to sleep until at least the midday sun stands high in the sky. A sleigh magically appears from nothing outside Timmy’s bedroom window, the boy dressed up warmly by Dasher before he’s lifted into the vehicle. The reindeer clicks himself to the sleigh, smiling at the broadly smiling little tiger boy sitting in it, starting to run as he pulls his little lover towards the North Pole with the speed of magic, a trail of magical snow flakes and the sound of sleigh bells left behind them.

Sometimes it takes being a little curious and naughty to truly find happiness in your life. Timmy wouldn’t have changed tumbling into Santa Bear’s satchel for any toy in the world!