        Kailee stood in the mall security break room, warming her hands around a mug of what passed for coffee. The bitter, brown water was a disgusting swill, but at least it was warm. Her car’s heater only worked sporadically, and driving to the Willow Valley Mall in her skimpy elf’s costume had chilled her to the bone.
        She sighed as she downed another gulp, taking in the coffee like medicine, ignoring its taste for the way it warmed her insides. She hadn’t been able to afford real coffee for over a week. She felt like she would snap and kill someone for a decent espresso. Her parents had decided that, at 16, it was time for her to learn a little fiscal responsibility. So, where a month ago she had been cruising through the city just to drive, taking her girlfriend Jane to fancy dinners whenever the girl wasn’t babysitting, and treating herself to a latte every day on the way to and from school, now she was counting miles, drinking a mall cop’s freeze-dried dredges, and, of all things, working.
        Kailee stared at the clock balefully. There was only twenty minutes until the mall opened and hell began. Working as one of the mall Santa’s elves had been the only job she could land so late in the season. Despite the uncomfortably short skirt, the bells on her hat and tail, and the chimes on her hooves, she still preferred it to working retail.
        Bridgette burst into the breakroom. Kailee could hear the mall cop, a short otter who always managed to be in the break room while Kailee was getting coffee, nearly choke on his cruller. The other two ‘elves,’ Bridgette and Kristi, were both a year younger than she was. They were both shorter, with narrow little waists and breasts twice as full as Kailee’s. Like Kailee, Bridgette had arrived already dressed in her skimpy elf costume so that she didn’t have to change in the rather skeevy mall restroom.
        Kailee could appreciate the otter’s choking fit. Bridgette’s elf outfit was cut differently than hers. Both she and Kristi had heart-shaped cut-outs to show off their assets. Bridgette worked the camera, and Kristi worked the line, so both of them were dressed to first lure the little brats’ dads into the line, then distract them long enough to make an expensive photo package purchase.
        Kailee, on the other hand, was the brat wrangler. Working inside Santa’s plywood workshop, she was spared the most revealing details of the other girls’ costumes. She escaped the patronly pawing and gawking, but having to deal with tantrums, runaways, and biters--not to mention a handsy, liquor-stinking Santa--she wasn’t sure if the trade-off was worth it.
        She glanced over her shoulder. The mall cop was staring, but at her butt and not Bridgette’s heaving chest. That made her feel a little better, at least. She stuck her butt out and let her tail sway, enjoying the attention.
        “Jack’s not coming!” Bridgette squealed, out of breath. 
        “What do you mean, not coming?” Kailee asked. Jack was a hopeless drunk and a pervert, but he made a decent Santa, and he needed the money so badly that he was never late.
        “His sister just called. He was arrested last night.”
        “What?! Did you call the union?”
        “Yeah. Kristi’s on the phone with them now, but they’ve already said they don’t have any Santas to spare. They said we’d just have to find someone else.”
        Kailee didn’t miss the fact that the mall cop was sidling carefully out of the room’s back door. She caught his eyes, beseeching, pouting. He shrugged apologetically, then shut the door behind himself as he left. Kailee sighed.
        “What’re we going to do? We can’t close. I’ve gotta have these hours.”
        Bridgette looked at her, slowly raising her eyebrows.
        “What?” Kailee asked, being deliberately obtuse. Bridgette just kept looking at her, a slow, pleading pout forming on her face.
        Kailee frowned. “Absolutely not! Brdgette! How could I be Santa?!” She lifted her hands and grabbed her boobs, which, by unspoken ‘regulation’ were bra-less under her velour top.
        “You could tape them,” Bridgette said helpfully. “Look, it’s not like Kristi or I could do it! We’re both too small to pass for Santa! And, um, too big, you know? You’re the only one who could do it!”
        Kailee frowned, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest. It was absurd! Out of the question. She’d just have to figure out a way to squeak by with eighty dollars less in her paycheck this week.
        Kristi popped her head in just then, stashing her phone in her purse, and her purse in one of the lockers. “Well?” Did she say ye--oh. . .” the skunk stopped, seeing Kailee’s defiant posture.
        “Kailee, please! We all need the hours today!” Bridgette kept begging.
        Kristi padded over, bells jingling on her hat and tail, breasts bouncing in her tiny top. “Did you tell her that Jack makes three times what we do?”
        “Wait, what? Three times?” Kailee asked, eyes widening.
        Kristi bobbed her head. “Yeah! Licensed Santas are scarce, which is why the union can’t send a replacement. Normally, you wouldn’t make that much, since you’re not licensed, but I already talked to the union and the mall GM. The mall’s willing pay you Jack’s rate, and the union’s okay with it since it’s an emergency.”
        Kailee stared off into the distance for a while. Three days worth of pay, and she’d just have to sit and put up with brats all day, which is what she did anyway, minus the sitting.
        “Find tape. And a couple pillows. I’ll get into the red suit.”

***

        Five hours later, Kailee was regretting her decision. She’d been poked, bitten, screamed at, and spit on. Once, an irate mother had stormed into the ‘workshop’, torn a screaming child off her lap, and hit her with her purse before storming off again. Plus, the little brats had an uncanny knack for sitting directly on her scrotum. She winced and adjusted herself discretely, with Bridgette giggling at her from behind the camera. She was starting to feel sympathy for Jack’s drinking habit, not to mention his foul mood during breaks.
        It was one o’clock, the slowest time of day for Santa. The lunch rush was over, and the stay-at-home moms all tended to come in the morning. She’d only have to deal with a few kids for the next couple of hours until the after-work rush started. 
        “You’re doing great, Kailee,” Bridgette said, her voice disgustingly cheerful, through the hole in the wall the camera was situated in. Santa’s workshop was a brightly painted plywood construction, to keep parents from taking free photos with their cell phones. Only Bridgette and the next person in line had any view of Santa’s ‘throne.’
        “Jack is making more and more sense to me.”
        “Aw come on, you got through the whole morning without a single flask of gin!”
        “Not for lack of wanting,” Kailee said sourly, sticking her tongue out at Bridgette, who just giggled. Then the vixen groaned.
        “What’s up?” Kailee asked. Bridgette could be cheerful at even the worst of times. Hearing her groan sent a chill down Kailee’s spine.
        “High schoolers. Sisters, I think. They’re pestering Kristi to be let in together.”
        Kailee groaned too. High schoolers were an elf’s worst nightmare. They couldn’t technically turn them away, but they were only there to be belligerent to Santa, never to actually buy anything. Kailee was always thrilled when they crossed the line and she got to throw them out on their ears. Today, however, she was the Santa, not Jack. She was still going to be the one who got to kick them out, but this time, she’d be the one receiving the abuse, too.
        She straightened her fake beard and the two pillows from Sears they’d shoved under her oversized red jacket. 
        “Incoming,” Bridgette whispered, ducking behind the camera. She liked to get pictures of Kailee dragging the kids out for them to laugh over on breaks.
        Two otter girls came through the open door to the ‘workshop,’ one of them wearing a positively victorious expression on her face. Kristi shot her an apologetic look over the girls’ heads. The girls were younger than Kailee expected. Freshmen, at best. One was a redhead, with a slim, under-developed figure and light blonde fur. The other was blonde, a little taller, and definitely fuller, especially in the chest, where she was at least Kailee’s size, despite her age. The blonde’s fur was a deep, rich chocolate. Despite the stark differences in color, the two were obviously twins, with faces nearly close enough to be identical. They both wore jeans that showed off their sleek legs, though the blonde’s denim was ripped in several places.
        “HO HO HO!” Kailee bellowed as the two girls climbed into her lap. They didn’t sit across her thighs like her other visitors did, facing forward for a good picture. These two girls each straddled one of her thighs, facing her, backs to the camera. Kailee swallowed nervously. The two girls glanced at each other and giggled.
        “See?” said the blonde in a soft whisper. “She was right!”
        “Awesome,” cooed the redhead. She leaned in and nudged Kailee’s beard aside, gently biting her neck. Kailee yelped in surprise as the blonde giggled, rubbing her sister’s back.
        “I’m Violet,” the blonde said, addressing Kailee, who was having a hard time focusing. The thirteen year old was kissing her neck, licking at the fur and biting rather hard. “And my excited sister is Lily. My cousin said that a girl from school was playing Santa and we had to come see.”
        “I uh. . .wh-what?” asked Kailee breathlessly, confused. She vaguely remembered a younger otter, maybe eight or nine, being in earlier. The girl had been especially cuddly, but otherwise a pleasant, normal visit. She glanced up, spying Bridgette staring from behind the camera. A slow grin spread across the vixen’s face. She gave Kailee a big thumbs up, and Kailee blushed darkly.
        Violet leaned up, pressing her breasts against Kailee’s shoulder as she brushed her lips against Kailee’s ear. “We’ve heard some rumors about you at school,” she whispered as her sister moved lower, biting Kailee’s collarbone. Kailee squeaked softly. Lily responded with an eager little moan, the slender redhead grinding her butt against Kailee’s thigh. Through the red velvet pants and the girl’s denim, Kailee could easily feel the warmth of the otter’s loins.
        “My sis has a thing for equines,” Violet continued, purring. Kailee could feel the blonde’s nipples against her shoulder. “And you’re going to let her have a little fun, or we’ll scream Santa-rape and get you fired. Or maybe arrested. How many grabby Santas have gotten arrested this year, huh?”
        Kailee bit her lip, blushing, confused and excited. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d expected the girls to cause trouble, not to. . .to rape her? Lily’s hand slid down between her thighs, fingers finding Kailee’s stiffening shaft there. The girl inhaled sharply, squeezing it.
        “Awesome,” the girl whispered again, shivering against Kailee’s body. Alright. Maybe not exactly rape, Kailee thought, a little ashamed. She yelped as Violet bit her ear, hard.
        “Understand?” asked the bustier of the two sisters. Kailee blushed and nodded quickly. Both of the younger girls immediately cooed with delight. Lily slipped off her lap to stand up. The slender-bodied otter girl unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them right off without any preamble. Kailee heard a gasp and glanced up immediately at Bridgette. But the sound hadn’t come from the vixen. She was behind the camera, and Kailee could hear the quiet but tell-tale sound of the camera snapping away, already capturing many more pictures than she did for a normal session.
        Kailee looked over at the door, expecting to see Kristi. Instead, a young girl stood, waiting patiently in line. A black chipmunk with red trim in her fur, wearing a cute, Santa-style Christmas dress. She was maybe nine years old, and she stood staring at Lily’s bared butt. Kailee opened her mouth to protest, but Violet bit her ear again as a warning. Neither of the otter twins seemed to notice the girl.
        Violet slid out of her lap as well, but rather than stepping away to strip, this sister moved down to kneel at her feet. Kailee quieted a soft moan at the feel of the young girl’s breasts moving down her body. Kailee looked down, but couldn’t see anything but the blonde’s curly hair over the curve of her fake Santa belly. She looked up, staring at Lily, who was standing half-naked in the middle of the mall, hand shoved between her legs. She made eye contact with Kailee, mouth hanging open as she fingered herself right there in front of her, the camera snapping dozens of pictures behind her.
        Kailee yelped softly as she felt questing fingers at her hips. Violet gave her red velvet Santa pantas a commanding tug. Kailee blushed, hesitating. She couldn’t really do this, could she? From below, she heard Violet growl threateningly. Granted, the growl of an otter wasn’t terribly threatening, but she took the point. The facts wouldn’t matter if she got caught with a half-naked thirteen-year-old girl in the workshop. And Bridgette would be in even more trouble than she would.
        She lifted her hips and Violet pulled her pants down in a single, swift motion. She heard three soft squeaks of delight as her thick, equine package was revealed, barely kept in place by a pair of panties she had tucked herself into. She looked up. The third squeak had belonged to the younger girl who stood in the doorway. The chipmunk was staring at the scene, licking her lips, nostrils flared.
        Violet’s fingers kept working, freeing Kailee’s thick shaft from the panties. It surged upward as blood could now flow to it, unrestricted. Unlike many families in Riverview, Kailee came from a thoroughly mixed ancestry. Two of her grandparents were zebras, and in addition to stripes, she maintained their equine heritage in her masculine endowment. 
        “Awesome,” whispered Lily a third time, stepping forward in a hurry. Her hands wrapped around Kailee’s shaft, and she moaned softly in response. Lower, Violet softly giggled at her sister’s enthusiasm. Lily looked up at her, smiling sweetly as her hands began stroking her slowly.
        “You’re even bigger than I’d heard,” she cooed. Kailee blushed, wondering how the girl could seem so. . .innocent while talking about the cock she was stroking with both hands. Kailee just let out a quiet, shivery groan in response, and Lily giggled, then moaned suddenly. Kailee’s ears perked, catching the barest hint of a wet sound. Was the other sister eating Lily out? Her cock surged thicker in the otter’s hands at the thought, wishing she could see. She’d have to get a copy of the files from Bridgette.
        Lily lowered her muzzle to the flared head of Kailee’s equine cock. It barely fit, but the girl didn’t seem to be cowed by her girth. She just stretched her jaw wider and let Kailee’s tip slide into her mouth. The otter’s tongue dipped in, poking teasingly at the hole in her cocktip. Kailee groaned at the foreign sensation and her cock thickened again, straining the girl’s mouth and rewarding her with a thick spurt of precum.
        Lily chrred around her cock, tongue quickly lapping up the thick liquid as if she’d been expecting the response. She popped her mouth off the shaft and smiled up at Kailee eagerly, precum dribbling out over her lower lip. The little otter started stroking her in earnest, fast strokes down Kailee’s entire length, squeezing hard so that more and more precum was coaxed from the equine shaft. When the liquid dripped viscously over the edge of her flare, her hands caught it and worked it down the rest of the shaft until the whole of Kailee’s thick, black shaft was slick with her own arousal.
        Lily stopped when she had all the horseflesh glistening, her sticky hands leaving the shaft. She bent over, widening her stance and panting, bracing her hands against Kailee’s thighs. Kailee stared, licking her lips as the little girl gyrated between her legs. Suddenly, her fingers gripped harder and she shuddered, gasping. A happy little squeak rose up from lower as the slender otter girl came hard on her sister’s face. Kailee groaned. It was such a tease to only hear the exchange, knowing what was happening just a few feet away. Even more maddening was that she knew Bridgette and the little girl in the door had a clear view, when she couldn’t see it at all.
        Lily came for several long moments, making Kailee even more jealous, her eyes widening as the shuddering and grinding drew out so long. She’d never seen anyone cum for so long! Finally, the girl gave a happy squeak and jerked her hips forward, off her sister’s muzzle and into Kailee’s arms. Kailee looked down and could see the blonde grinning at her, face glistening over the curve of Lily’s rump.
        Lily leaned against Kailee for a long moment, shuddering. For a second, Kailee wondered if the pair was done. An orgasm like that ought to be enough to satisfy anyone. Then the girl looked up at her, her eyes glistening when she made eye contact, her nearly flat chest heaving as she panted. She scrambled back into Kailee’s lap, but instead of straddling her thigh, this time she stood with a foot on each of Kailee’s thighs. Instinctively, Kailee reached out to steady the girl, placing her hands on the girl’s narrow hips.
        Kailee could only imagine the picture this pose made. Lily stood facing the camera and wetness dribbled down her inner thighs, which stood parted over Kailee’s tower of horseflesh, which was dripping with its own fluid. With the otter standing like that, Kailee found herself staring at the girl’s bare ass. As if the otter knew she was looking, she arched her broad, rudder-like tail, exposing the cleft of her cheeks and the pink tailhole which glistened with what Kailee guessed was Violet’s saliva.
        Kailee groaned softly, staring. It was hard to resist the urge to lean forward, to bury her tongue in both of the little girl’s holes in turn. She’d never thought of young cubs in such an explicit way. She liked her girls Jane’s age. Just a little younger than she was--ripe, but still naive. The young, flat girls of the freshman class didn’t even stir her, which was probably why she hadn’t ever noticed these two, even though Violet was far from flat.
        The confidence and raw sexuality of the little girl in her hands was altogether different, though. Lily knew exactly what she wanted and intended to take it. Kailee would have never guessed that she would find someone so young and physically immature so deeply arousing.
        The girl glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Kailee’s. The girl smiled sweetly, and the lewd, eager intent in the girl’s eyes made Kailee shudder in anticipation. Lily bent her knees, lowering herself, and Kailee found her hands guiding the girl’s narrow hips downward. She had to stop herself to keep from pushing her down insistently. Her cock throbbed, eager to be inside of something, though Kailee had no illusions that she would actually fit inside either of the girl’s tiny holes.
        Lily, however, seemed to expect nothing less. She lowered herself until Kailee’s flared tip nudged between her lips. She and Kailee gasped softly. Squatting there, legs spread lewdly for the camera, Lily reached down to grasp Kailee’s shaft with both hands. Kailee gasped again when the girl shifted her hips forward, deftly angling Kailee’s flared tip to nestle against her tailhole.
        Lily bent her knees more and Kailee held her breath. Having no leverage to push, the slender otter used her weight to press herself against the thick head of Kailee’s equine endowment. Kailee tightened her fingers against the girl’s hips, panting hotly. Remembering the girl in the doorway, she glanced over. The chipmunk had the hem of her dress lifted and clutched in one hand. She was leaning against the plywood door frame, fingering herself wildly. Kailee couldn’t see any panties and wondered if the girl had been wearing any at all. Her snatch was smooth and immature and she was rapidly burying a single narrow finger into it as she stared at Kailee’s thick equine cock on the ottergirl perched atop it.
        The sensation changed suddenly, from pressure to tightness. She had penetrated the ottergirl’s ass and Lily groaned with delight, squeezing her tailhole around the very tip of Kailee’s shaft. The tightness of the squeeze was incredibly, nearly painful.
        Suddenly, Kailee felt warm fingers cupping her balls. She’d forgotten about Violet entirely, but the girl was still on her knees in front of Santa’s chair, with the best view of the action. Her velvety hand cupped Kailee gingerly, then lifted her balls out of the way. Kailee groaned as she felt the girl’s hot breath brush her labia. 
        Lily’s toes curled against Kailee’s thighs and the girl bent her knees again, letting gravity push her against the massive thing she’d managed to impale herself on. To Kailee’s amazement, she began sliding further down, inch after slow inch sliding inside of the girl. Kailee rolled her head back, thumping against the plywood wall behind her. The ring of the otter’s anus gripped her painfully tight as it slid further down her flesh. The girl was far tighter than anything she’d ever experienced.
        Violet nosed forward as Lily moved further down Kailee’s cock, nearing halfway. Kailee shuddered when the otter’s tongue first met her lips and nearly lost herself then. Only the sheer tightness of Lily’s ass kept her from blowing her load as Violet stroked her wet lips with her tongue, drinking in her flowing arousal. Kailee shuddered, body arching and thumping against the Santa chair, desperate for release. 
        She heard of a soft giggle and opened her eyes to find Lily watching her over her shoulder.
        “Not yet,” the otter cooed, grinning viciously. She flexed, squeezing tighter around Kailee’s captive rod and Kailee groaned at the twin pleasure and pain it brought. Kailee stared, panting hoarsely and then closed her eyes again as Violet thrust her tongue inside of her. Where had these girls learned these things? It clearly wasn’t Lily’s first time taking a horse shaft in such a manner, and Violet’s tongue was more skilled even than Jane’s as it curled inside of her, flicking expertly against places that drove her crazy. Kailee whimpered desperately, her cock surging thicker and her scrotum clenching tight, but she physically couldn’t achieve climax with Lily gripping her so tightly.
        The otter girl leaned back, pressing her back against Kailee’s chest. Kailee instinctively embraced her, wrapping her arms around the girl’s tiny body. Her own body reacted instinctively, arching upward, thrusting two more inches inside of the otter, desperate to achieve her peak. Lily squealed with delight, bracing against Kailee and pushing down to meet her. The girl reached back, embracing Kailee around the neck and craning her muzzle back to nose at Kailee’s jaw. The thoughts of Lily’s age and size melted away  Her cock was buried inside a willing female, a tongue was thrusting maddeningly into her cunny, curling expertly to tease her g-spot, and she needed release.
        She gripped the girl tighter, tilting her head, muzzle meeting hers reflexively. Lily didn’t hesitate for a moment. They kissed deeply, Kailee’s tongue thrusting inside the little girl’s mouth at the same moment she thrust upward. Her hips met the girl’s petite rump with a slap. Impossible, a small part of her mind thought. But she had hilted inside of her. After a moment’s hesitation, she squeezed the girl  tighter and pulled her body up a few of inches and thrust into her again, fucking her hard.
        Lily squealed into her mouth but Kailee didn’t break the kiss. She pumped powerfully into Lily’s tiny backside, soft, solid slaps mingling with the sounds of Bridgette’s frantic picture snapping and the wet sounds of Violet’s tongue and the waiting girl’s fingers.
        A soft sound came from the girl in the door and Kailee shifted her eyes to watch as the little thing came, trembling, braced against the doorframe to keep herself upright. The rhythmic tightening of her body, the pushing of her hips was hypnotic to watch. Tongue still shoved into Lily’s mouth, she heard the otter girl make a new, soft sound into her muzzle. Then she felt the slow, deliberate unclenching of the girl’s tailhole.
        The fit was still incredibly tight, but the slight loosening was all Kailee needed. Violet shoved her tongue deep into Kailee’s cunny just as Kailee forced Lily’s rump down onto her lap again. She arched and her balls clenched tighter, cock thickening. Finally, she exploded, eyes clenched as she held Lily against her trembling, bucking body. Seed shot out of her into the girl’s eager backside, pumping the otter full of her hot, potent fluid.
        Lily made a muffled noise around Kailee’s tongue and began trembling. She didn’t move or buck like Kailee did but the otter clenched in powerful rhythmic waves along Kailee’s throbbing flesh, orgasming. As Lily came, the tight, rapid spasming of her muscles heightened Kailee’s orgasm. Kailee held her tightly, hips slapping against her petite rump in frantic little thrusts as she filled the girl with more and more of her seed as her own cunny spasmed around Violet’s tongue, spraying the otter twin’s face with her juice as both of her organs climaxed together.
        Kailee slumped back into her chair, finally ending the kiss, saliva drooling out of her mouth. Lily continued to cum around the shaft buried so deep inside her. Kailee groaned softly as she watched the otter’s prolonged orgasm, the tight squeezing of her pleasure-filled body milking more cum out of Kailee’s slowly softening shaft. She finally stopped several moments later and slumped in Kailee’s arms. Both panted for breath, spent in the very best of ways. Lily moved off her shaft gingerly, the heavy thing slapping wetly on the throne between Kailee’s thighs, drawing a giggle from the otters and Bridgette as well.
        Kailee could only watch, trying to catch her breath, as the twins tidied up. Lily bent over to step into her jeans and Kailee stared at the seed seeping down over her young labia from her still stretched asshole. Violet, meanwhile, tucked Kailee back into her panties and Santa pants. To Kailee’s surprise, the otter twin leaned up and kissed her hard on the lips, thrusting her sex-soaked tongue into Kailee’s mouth roughly. Kailee moaned against the girl’s lips, sucking her own flavor off the invading tongue.
        A matter of seconds after Lily had finished her climax, the two girls were standing in front of her, neat and dressed and holding hands, without a sign of anything untoward except, perhaps, a little glisten of moisture around Violet’s nose.
        “Thanks, Santa,” Violet cooed.
        “Yeah, you always know,”
        “Exactly what to get us,”
        “For Christmas!” The girls said the last words together in that slightly creepy way twins sometimes had. They both blew her a kiss and disappeared from the workshop. Kailee was still slumped in the chair, trying to catch her breath. She wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had both of her hermaphroditic attributes taken care of so thoroughly.
        Bridgette’s head popped up next to the camera in the wall opposite Kailee’s chair. The vixen was flush, and seemed to be panting too. But she was making urgent eye contact with Kailee, jerking her head to the right significantly.
        Kailee’s eyes followed Bridgette’s jerk. Her eyes fell on the little chipmunk girl standing patiently in the doorway. Her dress was back in place but Kailee could see moisture all the way down to the girl’s calves, and on her fingers as well. Her cheeks were flushed and she was a little out of breath, with a dreamy smile on her lips.
        Kailee blushed deeply and sat up straighter. She waved the girl in, shyly averting her eyes.
        “HO HO HO!” She cried out, trying her best to sound jolly. The girl bounced into the room immediately, scrambling up into her lap. She was littler than the otter girls had been, but still slightly older than most of her customers. She sat straddling Kailee’s thighs, facing her but not pressing against her, and when Kailee glanced down, she could easily see the girl’s bare snatch.
        “And what’s your name, little girl?” Kailee asked in what sounded to her like the world’s worst girl-sounding-like-a-guy voice. 
        “Cherry!” she said, her voice bright and chirpy. She wiggled in her lap and Kailee had to take a deep, slow breath. The girl’s rump was pressed against her limp shaft.
        “And what would you like for Christmas, Cherry?” Kailee asked, focusing on her role and pointedly keeping her eyes anywhere but the chipmunk’s exposed cunny.
        The girl grinned at the question and leaned up, tiny body pressing against Kailee’s fake pillow belly and taped chest. The chipmunk nuzzled her ear, giggled, and whispered, “I want a taste of that last girl’s Christmas present.”
