In the quiet village of Lokino in the Matroksna Peninsula, there was no greater time than winter, especially Christmas. In that little village, with a population in the lower triple digits and settled entirely within the middle of a dense mountain forest, the winter holiday was celebrated with gusto, and the village was decorated up and down with a variety of decorations befitting a Christmas theme; holly, wreaths and large light-riddled trees dotted the settlement, and in the town centre an expansive display of lights, tinsel and bells adorned an old Russian gazebo, where inside the arrangement of seats and stands allowed for carolers and musicians to perform every night.

On the edge of the village, the joy of Christmas was not lost on a wide, one-storey cabin, typically home to just a mother and her child but, on the day before Christmas Eve, was host to two other children. Of course, like any cubs their age, the pre-pubescent kids had no intention of staying inside when a thick blanket of snow covered the village and, by extension, the area around the cabin. At that moment, early in the morning, the three cubs played without a care in the world.

"Hey, you can't gang up in a girl!" The only female in the group of three, a young 11-year-old skunk, shielded her face with both arms as two snowballs careened towards her, bouncing off her coat-covered arms and showering her hair and the ground around her in flakes of packed snow. She squealed and turned, bounding across the snow with a certain degree of effort, for the snow was deep enough to reach her shins, and she reached a nearby tree and quickly hid behind it as another snowball exploded against the tree's trunk.

"C'mon, don't hide!" An excitable and energetic boy, specifically a raccoon, cried out and giggled, already crouching down to scoop up another handful of snow as another boy stood beside him, one such cold projectile already packed and ready in his hand. The other boy, a dull green-furred fox, swung his arm back and then flung it forwards, pelting a snowball against the tree, as if his efforts might lure the girl out. Instead, all it did was make the skunk peek out from behind the trunk and stick out her tongue at them.

"You're no fun!" The fox cupped his hands around his muzzle and cried out to her, and that seemed to aggravate her. She suddenly appeared from behind the tree with a snowball ready in each hand, and the two boys eyes widened as she did her best to fling them at them-- the two cubs respectively ducked and bounced away, but the girl's snowballs didn't even remotely meet their mark, falling short of her targets. The boys stood there for a moment and blinked at the landing zone of her snowballs, before they looked at each other and laughed, keeling over and giggling madly.

"Shut up!" The girl fumed. "Clover! TJ! You guys are jerks!"

"Sorry, Cinnamon," The green-furred raccoon, TJ, wiped a tear from his eye with his gloved hand and straightened himself up. "You just throw like...well, like a girl."

"I am a girl!" She retorted, angrily standing her boot against the floor, but that only made the boys laugh harder. Cinnamon seethed on the spot for a moment before he squatted down to scoop up more snow, clumping it fiercely in her hands before trying to make her way over. The two boys quickly backed up and ran towards the side of the cabin, doing their best to avoid her as they laughed-- they had no intention of letting her get close enough to hit them. 

The two boys slowly sidled their way around the side of the house towards the back, where the trees formed some kind of square of clear space that served as their backyard. The two cubs quickly trudged their way over in their winter clothes towards a crudely built snowman sitting in the centre of the clearing, and they ducked behind it just in time to avoid a snowball, which directly hit the snowman's head. The fox, Clover, let out a cry of dismay and quickly raised his hands to steady the snowman's head, not wanting it to fall over.

"Cinnamon, be careful!" Clover cried out. "You're gonna hurt Jack..."

"Sorry!" Cinnamon, despite her anger, calmed down almost instantly at the thought of damaging the snowman they had built together the day before. Their little war truly ended, however, when the back door opened to reveal a slender red and auburn-furred skunk, with long wavy hair tumbling down her shoulders. She rested against the entranceway to the little cabin, clad in nothing but a pair of long, comfortable sweatpants and a sweater. She eyed them with a sense of purpose before clearing her throat, catching their attention.

"Lunch is almost ready, you three," She informed them with a sweet smile. "Come inside. Shake yourself down on the way in too, okay?"

"Okay, mom!" Clover called out from behind the snowman, and rather briskly the trio made their way across the snow towards the back door as the woman retreated, allowing them access. When they reached the door, a small mat served to wipe their shoes, and they thoroughly patted themselves and sometimes each other down, when there were places their bodies couldn't stretch enough to reach. Once the majority of the snow had been brushed off their clothes and stamped off their shoes, they stepped into the kitchen and were greeted to the delightful aroma of soup and recently baked bread, made by hand.

"Oooh, look above us." Cinnamon remarked, pointing up towards the ceiling. The two boys frowned at her for a moment before raising their heads to look above them, and soon enough their eyes fell upon a small plant hanging above them, connected with sticks and a handful of plentiful decorations. Clover and Cinnamon knew instantly what it was, but TJ wrinkled his snout in confusion, brushing the frizzy fringe of hair from out of his eyes so that he could see better.

"What is it?" He asked, and Cinnamon lowered her gaze to blink at him.

"Um..." She began with an awkward laugh. "It's a mistletoe, TJ."

"What's that?" He repeated, and both her and Clover exchanged a glance. Across the kitchen, Clover's mother idly listened in on their conversation, but mostly paid attention to stirring the soup on the stove.

"They say that if you stand under the mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss them," Clover pointed out. "It's like, in the spirit of Christmas, or something."

"Oooh..." TJ looked back up at it before down to the two other cubs, glancing between them. "Um, well, we're all standing under it. Does that mean we should all kiss?"

The three of them stood there in silence for a moment and mulled over the thought. Such a thing wasn't impossible; though not all of them were aware if Clover's mother knew, they had fooled around a little before...though all three of them preferred older men, for the most part. Clover, in particular, was guilty of lewd actions with people in Lokino-- one such resident lived on the edge of town. They hadn't really kissed each other before though; a peck on the cheek here or there, sure, but never a full-blown tongue on tongue action sort of kiss. That was primarily because they didn't see each other often; Cinnamon and TJ lived a few hours away in another town and were only visiting for a week over the Christmas period.

"Well, okay!" Cinnamon smiled. "I'll go first."

The skunk unceremoniously grabbed TJ by the front of his puffy winter jacket and pulled him in, much to the raccoon's surprise. Before he could utter a sound, the young skunk pressed her lips to his, her two-toned muzzle of both cream and dark brown fur meeting with TJ's dull green own. The raccoon seemed to be rather apprehensive at first, but he quickly warmed up to the idea of kissing when Cinnamon nudged her muzzle up and down, as if to encourage him. His own little muzzle inevitably parted in turn and Cinnamon sighed on the spot as their tongues touched. TJ reached out to the girl's body and hooked a hand around her waist, tugging her closer as the skunk girl stepped forwards the close what was already a minute distance between them. Her chest pressed up against his and the two young cubs squirmed on the spot as their kissing grew less frantic and more tantric; TJ pushed his tongue forwards and into the girl's mouth, showing off his sexual prowess-- though, out of the 3 of them, he was probably the least promiscuous.

"Hey, let me join in, too!" Clover complained as he stepped closer, putting his arms around them. "I'm under the mistletoe too."

For a moment, the two other cubs kept fervently kissing, but they soon parted thanks to Clover's words, and Cinnamon looked at him out the corner of her eye, a smirk playing across her face. She shifted on the spot and leant back, jerking her head to the side as a gesture for him to get closer. Clover grinned and obliged, and when his muzzle drew close enough for it to hover inches before TJ's own, Cinnamon pressed hers forward in turn. The three of them kissed together, and though it was difficult to manage and remarkably clumsy, they enjoyed it nonetheless. They each stuck their tongues out in turn and touched them with one another, too distant for them to push their tongue into each other's mouths, yet to them it was somehow hotter to lewdly lick at each other as a group of three...there was something deeply carnal about it.

"Alright, you three, enough," They wanted to keep going, but Clover's mother stopped them. "You can do that another time. Lunch is ready."

The three of them parted, blinking innocently at one another before their muzzles warped into wicked grins. None of them had to say anything about what just happened; it was a mostly unwritten rule between them that, when things got raunchy and they were interrupted, they would reconvene at a later time...and this particular situation was no exception. Wordlessly, they nodded to one another and turned, making their way to the table. Clover's mother dished out their food in front of them and they ate in silence, glancing quietly at each other as they chewed, slurped and swallowed.

For now, they'd wait...but come night time, things would get interesting.



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None of them planned to sleep, but when it came time to get the metaphorical ball rolling, Clover was the first to move. In the dead of night, he stirred and sat up in his bed, glancing discreetly around the small cabin room until his eyes fixed onto the door, which remained thankfully closed. On either side of his bed, the skunk and the raccoon laid in their beds with their eyes wide open, patient yet eagerly waiting, and when they heard Clover move they, too, started to get up and move around. They had no intention of turning on the lights, and they also didn't need to; the light of the moon outside was enough to illuminate the small cabin room.

"Shh." Clover hissed as TJ tried to step across the room, his feet meeting with a toy on the floor that rattled and tumbled. The raccoon winced on the spot and then retreated towards Clover's bed, climbing up onto it as opposed to exploring the room; they'd seen it all before anyway. Clover's little bedroom was the same as any child's own, but the only thing that didn't really fit was the leather box that sat on the shelves on the left-hand side of the room; only Clover knew its contents, and they were naturally sexual.

"Shall we pick up where we left off?" Cinnamon asked with a whisper as she stood by the edge of Clover's bed, and with a smirk the fox reached down and unceremoniously grabbed the waistband of his pyjamas pants, tugging them down beneath his own bedsheet covers. TJ watched in the dim light and settled back onto his heels, resting on his knees as Clover squirmed in his seat, before pulling it out from beneath the covers. Cinnamon giggled to his left, and Clover tossed the pyjamas across the door and onto the floor before he scooted out from beneath his blankets, exposing his nude bottom half. When he moved, Cinnamon took the opportunity to get up onto the bed, utilising the now vacant space. 

With a sneaky grin, Clover turned on the spot and grabbed the edge of his pillow, lifting it up to revealing a surprising sight beneath; a decorated yet clearly spindly plant lay beneath, and as Clover plucked it from the sheet and held it up, it became clear to TJ and Cinnamon what it was; Clover must have grabbed the mistletoe from before and brought it with him, though neither of them knew when or how. Unbeknownst to the two cubs, Clover had requested it from his mother before; it was fun to play around with the idea of them being 'sneaky', but the fox knew his mother was aware of what they were doing. She played along to entertain him.

Clover raised the mistletoe up and hovered it above Cinnamon's head, deliberately smacking his lips and wiggling his eyebrows at her, and the skunk stifled a smirk, trying not to laugh. She did, however, oblige him and bring her head forwards towards his muzzle, planting a kiss against his own lips. She didn't pull away when she kissed him, and Clover deepened it by pressing himself a little further against her, parting his muzzle so that his tongue brushed against her lips. In turn, she did the same and a sigh escaped her lips as his tongue met her own. TJ sat and watched them impatiently, unsure how to inject himself into the threesome; he was too used to one-on-one encounters to be sure. What he did do, however, was begin to peel off his clothes as Cinnamon's hand trailed down Clover's body, moving from his arm to his side, before curling inwards towards his crotch.

The fox wasn't even hard yet, but it wasn't going to take much to get him going if Cinnamon was intent on groping him-- that, and their lewd, openly wet kissing was arousing, to say the least. Cinnamon let out the occasional huff and grunt amidst their kisses, but her main focus was on her delving hand, fumbling around until she cupped that young cock against her own equally young fingers. She stroked the underside back and forth and easily felt the member swell and grow under her touch, and in response Clover rolled his hips forwards, grinding against her and deepening his kiss at the same time. He enjoyed the way she groped him, but she wasn't going to keep it up for long; after barely a minute or so, enough for Clover to reach full mast, she pulled away.

"Give me that." She whispered, reaching up and taking the mistletoe from his lifted hand. Clover frowned and watched for a moment as she sidled backwards on the bed, setting it down in front of her and pulling her pyjama top over her head to reveal the nakedness of her young form beneath, her budding breasts just a little too small to need a training bra yet. When she reached down to her pants and flopped back onto her back so she could take them off, Clover sought to remove his own top at the same time-- in a matter of moments, all three cubs were completely and utterly naked. Cinnamon effortlessly threw her clothes off the side of the bed onto the little sleeping bag beside it, and in the dim light she spread her legs to the side, taking the mistletoe from between them and holding it gingerly in her hand. Clover and TJ didn't really know what she was planning to do at first, but they soon found out.

With a certain measured pace, Cinnamon lifted herself up onto her knees and held the mistletoe aloft as he gestured to Clover, making a motion for him to lay on his back. The fox didn't understand at first, but after a few moments realised what she wanted and obliged, albeit a little hesitantly. When he laid down against his bed, mere inches from his pillow, Cinnamon scooted forwards and Clover instinctively spread his legs, revealing all that laid bare beneath. Even in the dim light, all three of them could make out the fox's little twitching dick, but as Cinnamon moved towards his crotch and scooted her legs over his own, it became clear that her interest lay in his mouth, not his cock. Slowly, the skunk shuffled forwards until her ass hovered over Clover's face, his muzzle mere inches from her tight little pussy and her behind by extension. Her hand twisted to the side and she leant back to hover the mistletoe vaguely over her behind, though Clover wasn't able to see easily.

"You know where to kiss next, right?" She giggled, and a quiet growl escaped Clover's lips, indicating his approval. Cinnamon didn't linger for long; she adjusted herself until her asshole was directly over Clover's mouth, at least roughly, before she lowered herself down and sighed when the fox's short muzzle wedged itself between her cheeks. Clover didn't even hesitate when that tight little ring met with his nose, and he shifted and dragged his muzzle up slightly so that he could stick out and press his tongue to that entrance, effectively rimming the girl as she sat on his face. The skunk girl hung her head and sighed, and her arm relaxed with the mistletoe within her grasp, flopping down to the bed before she brought it towards her stomach, discarding it on the pillow in front of her. Across the bed, TJ watched with a certain degree of interest, but he was impatient; sure, it was fun to watch, but he was beginning to feel left out. For a moment he pouted, but couldn't restrain himself for long-- as Clover eagerly ate the girl's ass, TJ approached from the side and settled himself into the now empty space between Clover's legs.

At first, the fox tensed, instinctively clenching when the raccoon's hands reached out to grab onto his knees. They lingered there for only a few moments before the raccoon's palms slid down, stroking along those smooth-furred inner thighs before curling around to the thick plumpness of Clover's ass. There, he dug his thumbs inwards and spread his cheeks, admiring the pillowy flesh of his friend's thick ass, definitely more plump and malleable than other boys his ass, but TJ's main interest lay in what was between those cheeks instead; just the mere thought alone coaxed the raccoon's cock to a twitching half-mast, and it rapidly started to grow when he felt those cheeks instinctively clench.

As TJ explored, Cinnamon rolled her hips against Clover's roaming tongue, her breathing slow and steady yet filled with pleasure; she clearly enjoyed the fox's slathering appendage, even if he couldn't move it all that much thanks to her pushing hips. With her back to TJ she leant forwards, putting her palms on the bed to steady herself as she started to roll and speed up her process, closing her eyes and sighing through her lips as she pushed her ass down. Clover would have reached up with his hands if Cinnamon wasn't effectively kneeling around his shoulders and trapped his arms to his sides, but that was fine-- the skunk was a naturally dominant sort of girl, when the opportunity arose, and he could do exactly what he wanted with just his tongue around. What he hadn't accounted for, however, was how eager TJ was to have sex; even then, as Clover focussed his attention on the ass above him, TJ was already nudging his dick between those plump cheeks, the head of his cock smearing and pressing against his hole. Clover wasn't even remotely warmed up, but he had sex regularly, so he was definitely loose enough for a cub his age.

With a groan, TJ pushed his hips forward and hissed as the head of his cock circled around and probed with that clenching entrance, and in his own interest the fox's muscles loosened to allow him some entry. TJ eased himself forwards and then hesitated, tugging back and licking his palm, before bringing it to his cock so that he could lube himself up, if only a little. He made sure the head, in particular, was slick enough to glide his fingers over before he brought the cock right back to that quivering ring again, nudging and finding purchase before he slowly pushed. Clover instinctively clenched at the intrusion but quickly loosened to welcome him, and a long sigh of delight escaped TJ's muzzle as he sink into him, pushing firmly until his pelvis kissed with the boy's thick ass. He relished the way the fox's insides periodically squeezed, and Clover's dick remained surprisingly erect, twitching eagerly against his stomach as he was fucked from one end and pleasured someone else at the other.

Over time, a peculiar aroma began to rise and grow more potent; Clover and TJ knew all too well that it was Cinnamon's delightful smell, the aroma the same as her name, that tended to come out the more aroused she became; she already emanated it usually, but it became all the more potent as she rolled her hips faster and faster against Clover's awaiting tongue. In his earnestness to please her, the fox dug his appendage into her and roamed, flicking and squirming to taste every inch of her inner walls as his own sensitive flesh clenched and squeezed around TJ's now withdrawing member. The raccoon settled his hands on Clover's legs and lifted them slightly, rolling his head back and he started to start, slowly at first but soon picking up speed as the pre-cum that oozed from his cock made his movements easier and wetter over time. His own quiet moans and panting huffs starting to intermingle with that delightful aroma, coupled with Cinnamon's own tender, pleasured sighs-- though her pussy remained untouched, her young entrance was moist and damp with her fervent arousal.

It was easy for TJ to near his climax, simply due to how horny he was, and in turn Clover's member twitched wildly against his stomach; the fox wasn't going to cum from anal alone, nor from rimming a girl's ass. He'd need more to go on, but for now he was fully enjoying himself. Cinnamon was starting to pant quietly as well, one of her hands reaching from the bed and towards her tiny pussy. She delved her middle and index finger against her pussy, moving them in a circular motion to stimulate herself as she hung her head and curled her other hand against the bedsheets. She muttered something under her breath that neither TJ nor Clover could pick up, and as the fox's tongue shoved deeper, she rocked her body and shuddered, her muzzle parted enough for her to let out a long and shaky sigh.

Soon enough, the lewd wet sounds of their sex started to fill the air, namely the wet squelching of the raccoon's thrusting cock, but it wasn't to last. TJ wanted to keep going, of course, but it was Cinnamon who stopped it all. In the middle of Clover eating her ass, the skunk abruptly raised herself off and swung her leg over, scooting to the side of Clover's head and throwing both boys for a loop. Clover was the first to move thereafter, much to TJ's annoyance, and the raccoon was forced to withdraw as the Fox sat up and turned to figure out what Cinnamon was up to; both of them quickly realised her intentions when the skunk spread herself out on all fours before sliding her legs back, settling her young front onto the bed. She deliberately spread her legs to the side and reached back with a hand to grab her ass, tugging it to the side to display the dark, shadowy crack between her cheeks in the dim light. The aroma of cinnamon intensified and both boys grew restless at both the sight and thought, turned on and impatient. No words needed to be said between the three of them; it was clear what was going to happen.

TJ relented so that Clover could proceed, and it was the fox that first clambered up, metaphorically speaking, onto the skunk's behind. His turgid little cock, humanoid and foreskinned, smeared and pressed neatly up against her ass and easily dug down between those cheeks, the underside of his cock grinding and massaging against her spit-ladened hole. Clover arched his back and his cheeks grew flushed from the tension and pressure against his cock, and Cinnamon made a point of squeezing her ass cheeks together to stimulate him, encouraging him to rock his hips ever so slightly, hotdogging her ass. However, that wasn't the fox's end goal; he inevitably withdrew slightly and angled his hips enough for the head of his cock to point directly down at her ass. He lifted one hand from the bed and brought it to the base of his cock so that he could line himself up, and he found it easy to do so. When he was sure he was in the right place, he started to push, and a hiss of delight escaped through his gritted teeth as the head of his cock sunk into her awaiting ring, pushing past it and into her asshole.

Cinnamon grunted and adjusted beneath him, resting herself on her elbows as her innards flexed and squeezed around his intruding member. Clover's cock was only about 4 or so inches in length, but it was more than enough to sink deep into her, and in one slow yet carefully measured push, he slid all the way down to the base of his member, hilting inside of her. He could feel every inch of her inner walls spasming around him, squeezing and inadvertently milking his young cock, and for a moment Clover shuddered, both overwhelmed and delight. He withdrew his hand from his member and pushed the last minute half-inch into her, before resting himself on his palms, stretching his legs out enough for his knees to get comfortable. Behind him, TJ admired the sight of the ass he had been fucking moments ago, and an idea dawned upon him. With a sneaky grin, he sidled closer.

Clover hadn't been expecting TJ to mount him, but he also wasn't going to turn him down, either. The fox angled his head to the side and grinned in the dim light as TJ settled in behind him and leant over, angling his member down and easily thrusting into Clover's ass, relishing the way the fox's insides immediately clamped down against his intrusion, providing him with some necessary friction. The might delightful part to the raccoon, however, was those jiggling, plump cheeks; Clover had a wonderfully doughy ass for an 11-year-old, and as TJ tugged back to give Clover room to do the same, he gripped his hands against those fleshy cheeks and squeezed, giggling at the way his fingers somewhat sunk into the malleable flesh. Clover sighed as he withdrew, pulling out of Cinnamon and pushing himself back onto TJ's cock by extension-- the combined pleasure from both sides was intoxicating, and as he plunged down to thrust into Cinnamon, TJ's cock stimulated his prostate and made him groan, albeit quietly; he was sure his mother was in the other room masturbating to the sounds of their sex, but he kind of enjoyed the thought of them being quiet out of fear of getting caught, even if it was fake.

With that, Clover started to tug back and forth, doing most of the work of stimulating both himself and the two cubs on either side of him. Where he withdrew, TJ thrust and connected his pelvis to the fox's ass, his fingers digging firmly into the 11-year-old's ass, and where Clover thrust he arched his back and listened to Cinnamon's gentle, pleasured sighs. The stimulation of his thrusting cock, however young and small, helped to turn Cinnamon on even more, and that already potent scent of cinnamon in the air became thick with sexual tension, enveloping the three of them in that delightful scent. Cinnamon's little pussy soon became wetter thanks to her arousal and the stimulation of that thrusting, pistoning cock, and she couldn't help but to hang her head down and close her eyes, silently relishing that wonderful, intense pleasure.

At the back, TJ started to gasp and huff with a greater intensity; it was no surprise to the three of them that he'd be the first to cum, especially considering he'd been fucking the fox in a different position not too long ago. However, Clover began to join him in his own fervent pants not that long after, signalling his own pleasure. The sounds of their sex grew heavier and more ample the more that their pre-cum lubed one-another up, those noises mixed with their own huffing breaths. After a few moments, TJ loosened his grip from Clover's ass and raised his hand up to the fox's face, grabbing his chin and forcing him to turn his head to the side. Clover looked at TJ out the corner of his eye and twisted his body towards him slightly, and it became clear what the raccoon wanted when he brought his muzzle closer, brushing it against the side of Clover's own. The boys twisted their bodies and necks around enough for their lips to meet, and in the midst of their threesome sex the two cubs kissed, groaning against each other's lips. Cinnamon shuddered beneath the two of them, though it was difficult for both boys to tell if she was orgasming or not-- Clover was forced to gauge how close she was by the way her insides spasmed, and he guessed she wasn't too far off. It was a miracle that they were all getting so close so easily, though that in part was due to the two boys feverish kisses and Cinnamon's own squeezing ass.

From behind, TJ let out a sudden gasp and thrust forwards as his hand snapped down to Clover's ass once more, eager to plant himself entirely inside the thick-assed fox in front of him, but Clover still wanted to pull back and forth. As a result, TJ had to cling himself to the boy's hips and hug him from behind, moving in time with him as the two boys kissed and awkwardly moved back and forth-- the reason for his sudden halting movements was obvious to Clover, for after a few moments the cub behind him trembled and breathily moaned against the fox's parted muzzle, and a warmth shot up the fox's back. TJ sighed in bliss and his balls tucked up neatly against his body as he orgasmed, his thick bushy tail flicking left and right as he emptied himself into the similarly coloured boy in front of him, and after a moment he tongue pushed into the other boy's mouth, exploring and tasting him entirely. As Clover attempted to squeeze, the fox continued to thrust, sucking in a breath and gritting his teeth as he pushed back against TJ with each withdrawal. He was so close, but TJ was making it slightly difficult; the fox, however, was willing to endure.

To his surprise, however, it was Cinnamon who climaxed before him; she let out a long groan as she laid against the bed and stretched her legs out, splaying her toes as her insides flexed before clamped down like a vice. Her elbows slid forwards and she pressed her chin to the bedsheets, her eyes scrunching shut as her orgasm rocked her body; with each tender quake inside her, her tight little ass clenched, providing Clover with some delightful friction that brought him closer and closer to his own release. He did his best to pick up speed a little, though it was difficult with TJ flopped against him-- it was enough, however, to bring him to his metaphorical edge. He felt her rolling back against his thrusting member and that was enough for him; with a final pound downwards, he hilted within her, and her clenching walls brought him to his release. TJ withdrew his muzzle but peppered kisses along Clover's neck and toward his shoulder, before he relented completely and pressed against him, humming against the beck of his neck with his muzzle.

Clover strained, teetering on his palms, before his arms inevitably gave out as strings of cum shot deep into her ass. He eased himself down on top of her and let out a long, aching moan as his balls pumped spurt after spurt into her. The warmth of his load had Cinnamon squirming, but she was wedged beneath two tired boys, and they had no intentions of moving, so she relaxed herself and her scrunched face loosened into an expression of pure pleasure. Her lips curled into a smile and she adjusted herself, getting comfortable beneath them; they were heavy, but she could manage.

For a while they all simply laid there, none of them needing to say anything in particular. After a while, TJ groaned and turned, rolling off of them and onto the bedsheets, shivering briefly from the cold before slipping off the bed entirely so he could get cosy within his sleeping bag. Clover grunted from his movements and hooked his arms around Cinnamon, rolling onto his side and yanking the kicked-back covers up with his paw, managing to catch it with his hand. He pulled them up enough to cover both him and the skunk girl, and with his cock still nestled deep within her ass, he spooned her, nuzzling against her neck. His hands playfully roamed, groping at her stomach and breasts, but they eventually slowed until they stopped completely. It was obvious to Cinnamon why, and soon after she did much of the same.

The three of them fell into a quiet slumber as the smell of cinnamon wafted around them, their hazy dreams filled with the days ahead as the mistletoe lay on the pillow beside him, its glittering decorations twinkling in the moonlight.