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Even the Digimon. They all want to get in the mood for celebrating as well. This includes IceLeomon and his son Leomon. Leomon is a full-grown adult, but he still enjoy the Christmas like any kid would, and he always insists on his father celebrating with him. IceLeomon never had a problem with it when Leomon was just an innocent kid but, now that he is a horny adult, those previously innocent traditions take a much lewder tone...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Everyone gets on a cheerful mood when it’s Christmas. Even the Digimon. They all want to get in the mood for celebrating as well. This includes IceLeomon and his son Leomon. Leomon is a full-grown adult, but he still enjoy the Christmas like any kid would, and he always insists on his father celebrating with him. IceLeomon never had a problem with it when Leomon was just an innocent kid but, now that he is a horny adult, those previously innocent traditions take a much lewder tone...", "writing": "Christmas.\n\nCertainly, one of the most cheerful holydays by most of the people.\n\nSome love it. Some can’t stand it. Some see it as just another holyday. Meanwhile, some just don’t care.\n\nHowever, Christmas was a big deal.\n\nEspecially on the Digi World.\n\nThis world made up by digital signals and with a close connection to the signals emitted and produced by human technology, from radio signals to e-mails and texts, has acquired a lot of things coming from the Human World. Including their holydays.\n\nThe holydays had been deeply integrated into the society of this world, being influenced by the contents of the signals coming from human media during certain times of the year and which, quite literally, changed their world’s look to match what it would be like during the times of the coming holydays.\n\nFields would fill with pumpkins during the times close to Halloween, and such pumpkins would start appearing already carved the closer they got to the promised night. Not only that, but cobwebs would start appearing everywhere, and the occasional sight in the distance of a woman flying on a broom would be see against the full moon, accompanied by cackling laughter and the howling of a wolf.\n\nDuring Thanksgiving, the very air would get a bit charged with the smell of spices like the ones used for cooking, making nearly everywhere smell like a kitchen where a feast was being prepared. Not only that, but the Digimon would find out that tables fully set for a genuine American thanksgiving dinner were appearing at random in places like beaches, caves and clearings in the middle of the forest. Complete with pilgrim’s hats on the table.\n\nAnd, of course, as Christmas approached, the forests of the Digital World would see the trees suddenly shifting into pine trees, with a great deal of glowing, twinkling berries on them, as well as bigger fruit that looked like all manners of decorations, with a big, bulbous, star-shaped fruit right on the top of the tree. Not to mention that characteristic “Christmas smell” that one could feel permeating the air if they would stop to take a whiff.\n\nYes, when your very world changed itself to match the human holydays, it was hard not to let those holydays get to you and become a part of your life. Digimon were certainly much keener on holydays than humans themselves. Not all of them were so keen on them, but also none of them could completely ignore the holydays.\n\nThis year, the Christmas spirit was truly strong on the Digital World. Even the bad guys, villains of all manners, had come to a mutual agreement to completely stop all evil actions and all world-conquest ploys to celebrate the holydays of the end of the year. A true example of the holyday cease-fire, and one that the population of the Digital World found to be very welcomed, as it gave all of them the chance to relax and fully devote themselves to the spirit of the Christmas that was permeating their whole world and each one of their homes.\n\nEveryone wanted to use this chance to try and bring home the spirit of generosity and kindness that was so ever present during this time of the year.\n\nThis included a certain IceLeomon.\n\nThe white-furred lion was coming back from the forest, carrying a pine tree, with every single one of its festive growths still in it, all the way back to his cottage.\n\nHe placed it inside, right next to the fireplace, but making sure it was far enough so there was no risk of a fire. He didn’t want his house to be destroyed in flames, after all. He did, however, placed his favorite chair right next to the tree, right between it and the fireplace, so he could both enjoy the warmth that came from it and the delicious Christmas scent of pine, ginger and cinnamon that emanated from the tree.\n\nAnd, of course, he put himself to finish the rest of the decoration for his house, making sure to leave it perfect for the upcoming holyday that was just a couple days away. Both inside and out, the house was decorated to look like something out of a whimsical child’s Christmas tale.\n\nAs he finished with the wreathe on the door, IceLeomon took a few steps back to admire his handwork with his hands on his waist and a smile on his face.\n\nHe was as stoic and serious as any other being of his species, but he certainly could not help but feel festive whenever it came time to celebrate the holydays, just like did nearly all Digimon. Christmas had always been a favorite of his’. It was the kind of family holyday that he was only happy for sharing with his son, the one person whom he had always loved and cared for more than anyone else in the world.\n\nHe had many happy memories of the time when his son was just a baby-level Digimon, even when he was newly-hatched from his digi-egg, and they would gather under the tree and open the gifts that “Santa” left for both of them, right before they gathered by the living room and shared some of the sweet treats that IceLeomon baked on the night before while his little boy was sleeping, before they went out for that stroll on their forest while singing carols together for anyone who wanted to hear.\n\nYes, IceLeomon had many wonderful memories of every single Christmas on that house that he celebrated with his son while the boy was growing up. And now, his son was coming back home.\n\nHe had been away after becoming an adult, but now he was coming back, as that letter he sent to his father was telling IceLeomon that his boy was coming back home after five years away, and that he would be spending the holydays with his father so they could celebrate as a family once more because he missed those family times the two of them shared.\n\nThat was why IceLeomon was doubling down on the Christmas preparations. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when his boy arrived. He wanted to be sure that the house was just as festive as it usually was during Christmas back when his boy was just a small kid.\n\nHe really wanted to bring back that old Christmas spirit that they shared so many times on those cold, but warm and jolly, winter nights.\n\nAnd, as fates wanted it, just as IceLeomon was finishing putting the last decoration on the outside of his house and standing back to admire his handywork, a figure was approaching on the distance, quickly catching sight of the small house and of the figure with white fur standing before it.\n\n“Dad!”\n\nThe voice made IceLeomon turn around to see who it was, and a smile spready through his furry face, normally as stoic as the ice from the glaciers, as he saw just who was calling for him.\n\n“Leo!” IceLeomon said as he rushed to go at the meeting of that person, who dropped the bag they were carrying over their shoulder to run to the white-furred Digimon as well.\n\nAs they reached each other, IceLeomon and the regular Leomon who called to him shared an embrace, throwing their arms around each other as the older the of the two, IceLeomon, lifted the Leomon from the ground and spinning him around while laughing with glee.\n\n“Dad! I missed you so much!” Leomon said, and IceLeomon talked to him:\n\n“Leo! My son! Welcome back!”\n\nThey both could hardly even contain their shared joy. The joy of a father and son who were reunited after many years apart and who did so near the holydays, of all days.\n\nThis was certainly the type of joy that could not be put into mere words, and that one had to feel in order to understand fully.\n\n“Wow, and you set the whole house for Christmas like you did back when I was a little whelp!” Leo said as they approached, and his father, Ice, smiled at his son.\n\n“Yup. I really wanted to capture the magic of the Christmas like when you were just a little thing running around and bumping on my ankles while you tried to get me to look your way while you were trying those small tricks you saw on television.”\n\nThis did cause the two to laugh. Oh, they both certainly had good memories of Leo’s time as a Rookie-level whelp. And soon, they were both going into the house.\n\n“Make yourself at home.” Ice said as he locked the door. “So, I was thinking about making some ginger cookies, like back when you mother was alive. I remember you loved- Leo!?”\n\nIce was in for a surprise as he turned out to look at his son and saw his bare butt.\n\nLeo was taking out his pants, and he was just slipping one leg out of it, now wearing only his red-colored jockstrap, when he froze mid action and looked back to see his father looking back at him with a surprised expression.\n\nAfter a long, and very awkward moment, Leo finally said:\n\n“O-oh...”\n\nA blush was forming on his cheeks as he looked at his father, suddenly realizing what he was doing.\n\n“S-sorry. Sorry! I-is that... well, I had to share a dorm with a few guys who were into nudism back when I was in college and... I kind of grew used to wear only my underwear when I am indoors... or nothing at all...” Leo said, suddenly feeling shy and using his pants to hide his underwear-clad body.\n\n“I-I’m sorry about this.”\n\nIce then recovered, and he quickly told his son that there was nothing for him to apologize for.\n\n“Well, I mean, it is not as if you are a little kid anymore. You are a grown man.” Ice said, rubbing the back of his head. “We both are. So, I guess nothing bad with being as comfortable as we can when inside our own home, no? Actually...”\n\nThen it was Leo’s turn to be shocked, as Ice unbuckled and unzipped his own pants, letting them slide down his legs and stepping out of them. Now he was only, wearing his pair of icy-blue jockstraps, which matched nicely with his pure-white fur.\n\n“Here. Now we both are more comfortable.” Ice said, smiling at his son, who blushed a bit harder as he looked at his father in jockstrap. “So, what about those cookies?”\n\nIce said that, and Leo, still blushing, was soon telling his father that he would love to make those cookies with his dad. As the two of them made their way to the kitchen, Ice’s tail swished happily above his snow-white bubble butt. And Leo could not stop staring at it.\n\n\n [i]Oh, Great Yggdrasil smite me...[/i]\n\n\n[center]******************************************************[/center]\n\n“Say, Dad?” Leo asked to his father, as they both were, once more, only on their jockstraps. They have basically only wearing them for the last few days since Leo arrived, and they did engage in all the activities that they both used to love back on the day.\n\nThey found out they still loved them all the same. However, as the days passed, they both noticed a change on things...\n\n“What about we set up the fireplace like we used to back when I was a kid?” Leo offered, “I mean, there is a snowstorm tonight, and I am still not used to the cold like you.”\n\n“Sounds great for me, buddy.” Ice smiled at his son. He was glad that he had stored firewood just for occasions like that, and he made sure to keep them all dry and ready for when this moment came.\n\nNormally he didn’t needed fire, being a type of Digimon fully adapted to the coldest climates, but he collected a lot of firewood in anticipation for his son’s arrival.\n\n“Can you let me set the fire this time?” Leo asked, “I would love to do it. You can just sit back and let me work.”\n\nIce did not protest on his son’s request, and just allowed Leo to be the one to set the fire.\n\nHowever, he then regretted it on the moment Leo bend over the fireplace as he prepared it to be lighted. In doing so, he gave his father the juiciest, most glorious view of his ass.\n\n[i]Great frozen tundra![/i] Was the thought on Ice’s mind as he watched as his son’s butt moved from side to side, swaying back and forward as Leo worked on that fireplace, putting the wood on different configurations, as if trying to find out which one of them would be the best.\n\nThere were some points in which it even seemed that his son’s tailhole occasionally visible as he leaned forward particularly hard, winked directly at Ice. As if inviting him to come closer.\n\n\n [i]No! Keep it together, Ice! This is your son! Your SON! Keep it together, horny bastard! Don’t get hard! Don’t get hard! What will Leo think if he turns around and sees you drooling while staring as his ass and with your dick hard like an icicle!? He will be shocked! He will be disgusted! He might leave and never speak to you again! Stay down, stay down, stay down...[/i]\n\n\nIt was a struggle, but Ice managed to, somehow, keep his dick from getting hard and cause a scene. Still, he could not help but stare at his son’s butt, nearly hypnotized by it as it moved from side to side and up and down as Leo took an [i]awfully[/i] long time to set the firewood in the fireplace and light it up.\n\n“Aaaaaand, we have fire!” Leo said happily as he saw the flames dancing.\n\n[i]Great, now you can stop bending over![/i] Ice thought as his son, for some reason, remained on that same position as he leaned over the flames, mooning his father without realizing it.\n\nWhat, was he checking the flames to make sure they are burning bright?\n\n“You can certainly say I have a way with stoking flames, no?” Leo said, and he looked over his shoulder at his dad. There was a... strange smile on his lips.\n\n“Have I made you hot enough, [i]daddy[/i]?”\n\nIce could only blink as he looked at his son, who then slowly got back on an upright position and sat back by his side.\n\n\n [i]Wait... was... was he... doing it on purpose?[/i]\n\n\nIce’s mind was trying to catch a grip on it and, as he did, Leo asked his dad if he would like some hot cocoa with marshmallows.\n\n[center]******************************************************[/center]\n\nThat was not a one-off incident.\n\nAs days passed, and Christmas came closer and closer, Ice could not help but notice how Leo was acting around him.\n\nHe got quickly used to walking only on his underwear around the house with his dad. However, there were some occasions in which he walked in on Ice completely naked.\n\n“Hey, since we are home, why not go commando? It is good to leave everything hang free, no? Feels more comfortable [i]and[/i] give some eye-candy.” Leo winked at his father as he said those words, before walking past him, shaking his hips more than he usually did as Ice stared at his bubble-butt.\n\nThis time, he could not help himself getting hard and tenting his jockstrap.\n\nAnd, when we said that Leo was “walking in on Ice”, we mean that he was walking on him quite often.\n\nLike when he barged on his bedroom while Ice was masturbating and stayed in for a bit longer than he should before leaving while complimenting his father’s dick. Or when he “accidentally” walked on him on the bathroom while he was peeing or showering, saying that he was looking for his towel or for something else, and ended up mooning his father again before leaving, resulting in Ice having another erection to deal with before leaving the bathroom.\n\nAnd there were also more subtle things that Ice noticed. For example, back when they were making dough for the cookies, and he offered Leo to taste it, his son practically gave the spoon a blowjob while his father held it.\n\nAnd there were also the dildos and other sex toys that Leo kept “forgetting” around the house, often on the living room or on his own father’s bedroom.\n\nPut all of that together, and you’d have to be in complete denial not to realize what was going on:\n\nLeo had the hots for his own father.\n\nAnd Ice felt the same for his son.\n\nAnd it all came to a boiling point on the morning of Christmas eve, when Ice came to the living room after walking up to find his son laying on the floor wearing a clothing that was so skimpy and suggestive that it looked like it came straight out of a porn movie. The thong was so obscenely small that his son’s junk spilled to the sides and it went all the way on his butt-crack, making Ice wonder how his son even managed to fit it in. He had a collar of red leather with small bells that jiggled as he moved to look at his father, letting him look at his masculine top with the words “SANTA’S LIL’ BITCH” as he sucked on a candy-cane.\n\n“Morning, daddy.~” Leo said to his father, who could not help but stare at him with wide eyes and a tenting erection between his legs.\n\nHe stared for around thirty seconds, and then he turned around and bolted back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself.\n\nLeo was left alone in the living room, still erect and looking at the direction his father bolted to.\n\n“Did I do something wrong? I was sure this was going to work...”\n\nHowever, his disappointment only lasted around a minute, when his father came back.\n\nIce had not tried the Santa outfit in many years, since his son’s last Christmas while still believing in the holyday star. And now, there he was, coming in full view with his Santa’s hat and jacket... and with no pants.\n\n“O-ho-ho-ho! What is this I see?” Ice said, smirking at his son as he stood there on hat, jacket and jockstrap. “It appears that someone has left something other than cookies and milk for good ol’ Santa!”\n\nLeo, on his side, was surprised, but he smirked back at “Santa”, as he was soon adopting a position like that of a model posing for a juicy shot, making sure his butt was in full view if the IceLeomon in red.\n\n“Do you like it, Santa?” He asked, “Those buns are of a softer dough than cookies. And just as sweet. As for the milk, hope you don’t if I am the one to ask for yours.~”\n\n“Ho ho ho, what a naughty little kitty!” IceLeomon said.\n\n“Oh, does this means I will not be getting my gift this year?” Leo placing a finger on his lip as he pouted, looking at the white lion-man with big puppy-dog eyes.\n\n“Hmmmm...” Ice said, acting like he was thinking. “You know what? You have been well-behave all the rest of the year. I think I can overlook you being naughty for a day, even if it is on Christmas eve, since your name is already on the Nice List. But I might have to give you some punishment for being naughty...” He smirked as he approached his son, the outline of his jockstrap swinging back and forth with each step as he made his way to his son, who shifted so he was on his hands and knees before his father.\n\n“Now... would you like to see what Santa brought to you in his sack?”\n\nThis would have been disturbing for some people. For something that was once an innocent game between a father and his young son to have taken such a sexual connotation. However, Ice and Leo were both adults, and they both wanted this. And, if they wanted this in the sanctity of their own home, then no one had any right to judge them.\n\n“Hmmmm, I wonder what it is.~” Leo was being more playful than ever, as he slowly reached with his hands towards his father’s jockstrap’s pouch, cupping it with his hands and tossing it around a little bit. Ice purred as his son played with his junk through the fabric, closing his eyes as he allowed his adult son, who was also purring, to nuzzle his crotch and give it kisses in a very affectionate way.\n\nThis, of course, made Ice’s member get hard inside of the pouch, soon making it tent as much as his son’s thong. Leo continued to nuzzle his face over the tenting bulge as he purred even louder.\n\n“Hmmm, from the shape it seems to be something I have been wanting for a while.~” Leo said, “Perhaps it is time I unwrap...”\n\nAnd soon, he was hooking his thumbs on his father’s jockstrap and pulling it down.\n\nHe was slapped right on the nose by a big, veiny, musky dick covered in white fur. It was uncut and with an ice-blue head. Unlike what one might expect, it was [i]really[/i] warm to the touch.\n\n“It’s exactly what I wanted!” Leo said happily. “And it’s perfect! Thank you, Santa!” He grasped the member on his hands, giving it a few rubs, causing his father to moan as some pre came out of the tip, what Leo immediately licked.\n\n“Mmmmm.~ And it is of the ones with a really good flavor.” Leo said, before he continued to service the member with both his hands and mouth. He ran his tongue over the head, swirling it around it and right over the piss-slit while running his hands up and down the length, causing his father to throw his head back as his dick throbbed and leaked even more pre from the stimulus.\n\nIn a matter of minutes, Leo had his father’s dick on his mouth, and he was moaning as he sucked as if his life depended on it. This served to make Ice let go of whatever little was left of his reservations and to surrender himself completely to what was happening now. He growled as his hand shot forward and grabbed a fistful of his son’s mane, and he shoved his dick all the way down Leo’s throat, causing him to gag and choke around it, but his father held him firm.\n\n“That’s it, you little tramp...” Ice growled as he held his son in place for a few more seconds, before pulling him off and then shoving it all the way in again. “That’s it. Just like that. Choke on it. Choke on Santa’s candy cane. It is all for you, hungry little whore.”\n\nLeo’s eyes watered at the throat-fucking his father was giving him. They also rolled, as Leo could not hold back his moans of delight. His dick was so hard inside of his thong that he had no choice but to reach for it and pull it out so he could let it breathe.\n\nAlso, so he could start masturbating as his father continued to talk dirty to him while using his mouth like a fleshlight.\n\nIt didn’t take long before, with a mighty roar, Ice came as he buried his dick deep into his son’s throat, sending a torrent of surprisingly cold seed deep into Leo’s gullets. It felt cool as it settled on his stomach, kind of like ice cream...\n\nLeo moaned softly at the feeling, still masturbating as he suckled on his father’s dick. He was just about to come when Ice noticed what his son was doing, and then he stopped him by using his foot to remove his son’s hand from his dick.\n\n“Well, won’t you look at this?” Ice asked with a smirk, “You really[i] are[/i] a naughty little whore, aren’t you? About to blow your load to sucking Santa’s candy cane! Bad kitten! Now I will really have to punish you!”\n\nWith that, Ice grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and, as if he was a kitten, carried him his favorite chair, sitting in there while sprawling his son over his lap, his butt in the air.\n\nFor the next fifteen minutes, Leo had his but spanked by his dad, who hit him with an open palm hard. Well, not [i]too[/i] hard, but hard enough that Leo knew he was serious.\n\nAnd enough that Leo was moaning like a poor bitch as he did it.\n\n“You! Are! A! Naughty! Slut! Aren’t! You!?”\n\n“A-aahhh!” Leo squealed loudly as he was spanked. “Y-yes!”\n\n“You! Are! A! Whore! Who! Is! Hungry! For! Cock! Aren’t! You!?” Ice would give a hard slap to his son’s ass to punctuate every word.\n\n“Y-yes! Yes! I am!” Leo admitted loudly.\n\n“Bet! You! Have! Been! A! Huge! Whore! Since! Moving! Out! Right!? You! Have! Been! Sucking! Dick! And! Taking! It! Up! Your! Male! Pussy! So! Much! Everyone! Knows! You! Are! A! Slut! Right!?”\n\n“YEEEEES!” Leo squealed so loudly and in such a high pitch that Ice actually felt glad he had no neighbors, for they could call the police on him thinking he was torturing an animal.\n\nAfter this, Ice finally relented, and then he rubbed his son’s ass, which had been spanked so much it was completely red and hot to the touch. Leo moaned loudly as his ass tingled from the touch. His dick so hard between his legs that it was as painful as his ass felt.\n\n“A-am I forgiven for being naughty now... Santa?” Leo asked meekly, and the white lion looked back at him, before pulling him in a sitting position on his lap.\n\n“Why, of course, dear kitten!” Ice said happily, before pulling his son into a kiss. A long, sloppy kiss that Leo was only eager to return.\n\n“In fact...” Ice said once they broke the kiss. “For taking your punishment without complaining, you have earned the right to make a request! So, what is your request for Santa, dear boy?”\n\nIce was asking, but he already had a pretty good idea of what his son was going to ask.\n\n“I want you to fuck me!” Leo said bluntly and eagerly. “Please! I can’t take it anymore! I need your dick in my ass! Please, please, please! Fuck me, daddy!”\n\nAnd Ice was only happy to give his slut of a son what he wanted.\n\nIce’s dick didn’t need a lot to get hard again. And soon, that member, still coated in saliva, throat-slime and cum, was being rubbed over Leo’s ass-crack, sandwiched between his cheeks and being worked up by Leo, who moaned before the penetration even began as he used his cheeks to work his dad up.\n\nHe wanted to be sure his old man would be very eager once they started the real fun, and his efforts pay up.\n\nThe sounds of sex filled the house as they went at it. Ice growled and snarled in pleasure as Leo bounced on his lap while moaning like a dying animal. He threw his head back as he moaned loudly, drool leaking from his open mouth as he fucked himself on his daddy’s dick.\n\n“Ohhhhhh! Yes! Yes, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my bussy! Please! Fuck your son’s bussy so hard you will make me pregnant!”\n\nAll roleplay had been abandoned at this point, as Leo only moaned for his “daddy” and begged him to dick him hard. Ice growled to his son, his hands gripping his son’s buttocks as he made him bounce on his dick even faster and harder, until he was practically a moving blur on his father’s lap.\n\nTheir moans were loud as they continued with their sinful act and, after several minutes, they both roared loudly as they came. Ice’s roar was the loudest as he sent his dick up as far as it could go on his son’s “bussy” and orgasmed, filling it with a lot of his cum. Leo’s roar was not weak as well, by any means, as he arched his back as he orgasmed to the feeling of his father filling him, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he released several jets of pearly white cum on his father’s white fur.\n\nAfter this, they were both glad they were already sitting, otherwise the two of them would have collapsed onto the ground as their legs gave up on them by now. Leo still collapsed on top of his father’s chest while Ice reclined on the chair, they both were panting from the intense orgasm they just shared, and both feeling each other’s racing heartbeat as they had their sticky pectorals pressed against each other.\n\n“Dad...?”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Wanna do it again?”\n\nHe did.\n\nMany times.\n\nFor the rest of the day, Ice and his son continued to have sex. Not nonstop, as they were not machines, but they did have [i]a lot[/i] of sex. On the living room, either on the chair or on the couch. On both their bedrooms. On the bathroom as they showered together, lathering each other in soap before having the best kind of slippery sex. They fucked on the kitchen, as Ice slammed his son on the dinning table after they finished eating and railed his ass hard before making him choke on his dick. They even had sex outside, as Ice had his back pressed on the cold snow while Leo was on top of him, once more ridding his dick while the rays of the sun shone on their naked bodies.\n\nBy the time the sun had set, the two of them were completely spent, and now they cuddled together in front of the fireplace as they allowed the warmth of the flames to keep them comfortable as they rested on each other’s arms.\n\n“Today... was amazing...” Leo said casually, his chest resting on his father’s chest, hearing both his breathing and the beating of his powerful heart. Leo felt like he could just lay there all night, falling asleep to that sound. Even as his father’s deep voice spoke:\n\n“It was, wans’t it? Not what I had in mind when I heard you coming back for Christmas, but I am certainly not complaining.”\n\nLeo could not help but agree, a smile on his lips as he purred and nuzzled his father’s chest.\n\n“Thank you for everything, dad. I loved this Christmas. It was amazing.”\n\nIce looked at his son.\n\n“What do you mean by [i]was[/i], boy? Christmas is not over yet!” Leo looked up as Ice said that. “Today is only Christmas Eve! Christmas is tomorrow, what means we still have a whole day ahead to celebrate as father and son. And I have a few ideas of how we can do so...”\n\nLeo could not help but be in equal parts scared and aroused as he saw the way his father was smirking as he looked at him as if he was a juicy steak.\n\n[center]******************************************************[/center]\n\nOn the following morning, Ice woke up on his bed, and he took his time to stretch himself and then get out of bed. He walked across the living room, humming to himself while ignoring a muffled moaning that came from a corner.\n\nHe poured himself a hefty cup of coffee with nuts for this glorious Christmas morning, and then he walked back to the living room with his newspaper, reading from it on his chair while taking sips from his coffee.\n\nThat was when the moaning came again, this time a bit louder. That was when Ice looked on the corner of the room, where the Christmas tree was. And there, he saw Leo, exactly where and how he left him last night.\n\nThe Leomon moaned from behind his ball-gag as he squirmed. He was kneeling by the side of the tree, with his hands tied behind his back with ribbons, a collar with a bell around his neck, a blindfold over his eyes, and with a ribbon tied on a bow on top of his head. A dildo was crammed on his tailhole, buzzing away like it has been done all night, which was the reason why Leo’s dick was still hard a diamond and leaking pre.\n\nGlued on the lion-man’s chest was a sticker saying:\n\n\n [i]To: IceLeomon[/i]\n\n\n\n [i]From: Santa[/i]\n\n\n\n [i]Be sure to fuck this slut’s brains out.[/i]\n\n\n“My, my, won’t you look at this!” Ice said, as he walked to his son, who could feel his father coming, and moaned again, as his dick throbbed eve harder between his legs.\n\n“It looks like Santa has visited my house yesterday and left me a present! And it is exactly what I wanted!” He had a smirk as he approached. “I’m gonna keep and treasure it forever...”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Christmas.

Certainly, one of the most cheerful holydays by most of the people.

Some love it. Some can’t stand it. Some see it as just another holyday. Meanwhile, some just don’t care.

However, Christmas was a big deal.

Especially on the Digi World.

This world made up by digital signals and with a close connection to the signals emitted and produced by human technology, from radio signals to e-mails and texts, has acquired a lot of things coming from the Human World. Including their holydays.

The holydays had been deeply integrated into the society of this world, being influenced by the contents of the signals coming from human media during certain times of the year and which, quite literally, changed their world’s look to match what it would be like during the times of the coming holydays.

Fields would fill with pumpkins during the times close to Halloween, and such pumpkins would start appearing already carved the closer they got to the promised night. Not only that, but cobwebs would start appearing everywhere, and the occasional sight in the distance of a woman flying on a broom would be see against the full moon, accompanied by cackling laughter and the howling of a wolf.

During Thanksgiving, the very air would get a bit charged with the smell of spices like the ones used for cooking, making nearly everywhere smell like a kitchen where a feast was being prepared. Not only that, but the Digimon would find out that tables fully set for a genuine American thanksgiving dinner were appearing at random in places like beaches, caves and clearings in the middle of the forest. Complete with pilgrim’s hats on the table.

And, of course, as Christmas approached, the forests of the Digital World would see the trees suddenly shifting into pine trees, with a great deal of glowing, twinkling berries on them, as well as bigger fruit that looked like all manners of decorations, with a big, bulbous, star-shaped fruit right on the top of the tree. Not to mention that characteristic “Christmas smell” that one could feel permeating the air if they would stop to take a whiff.

Yes, when your very world changed itself to match the human holydays, it was hard not to let those holydays get to you and become a part of your life. Digimon were certainly much keener on holydays than humans themselves. Not all of them were so keen on them, but also none of them could completely ignore the holydays.

This year, the Christmas spirit was truly strong on the Digital World. Even the bad guys, villains of all manners, had come to a mutual agreement to completely stop all evil actions and all world-conquest ploys to celebrate the holydays of the end of the year. A true example of the holyday cease-fire, and one that the population of the Digital World found to be very welcomed, as it gave all of them the chance to relax and fully devote themselves to the spirit of the Christmas that was permeating their whole world and each one of their homes.

Everyone wanted to use this chance to try and bring home the spirit of generosity and kindness that was so ever present during this time of the year.

This included a certain IceLeomon.

The white-furred lion was coming back from the forest, carrying a pine tree, with every single one of its festive growths still in it, all the way back to his cottage.

He placed it inside, right next to the fireplace, but making sure it was far enough so there was no risk of a fire. He didn’t want his house to be destroyed in flames, after all. He did, however, placed his favorite chair right next to the tree, right between it and the fireplace, so he could both enjoy the warmth that came from it and the delicious Christmas scent of pine, ginger and cinnamon that emanated from the tree.

And, of course, he put himself to finish the rest of the decoration for his house, making sure to leave it perfect for the upcoming holyday that was just a couple days away. Both inside and out, the house was decorated to look like something out of a whimsical child’s Christmas tale.

As he finished with the wreathe on the door, IceLeomon took a few steps back to admire his handwork with his hands on his waist and a smile on his face.

He was as stoic and serious as any other being of his species, but he certainly could not help but feel festive whenever it came time to celebrate the holydays, just like did nearly all Digimon. Christmas had always been a favorite of his’. It was the kind of family holyday that he was only happy for sharing with his son, the one person whom he had always loved and cared for more than anyone else in the world.

He had many happy memories of the time when his son was just a baby-level Digimon, even when he was newly-hatched from his digi-egg, and they would gather under the tree and open the gifts that “Santa” left for both of them, right before they gathered by the living room and shared some of the sweet treats that IceLeomon baked on the night before while his little boy was sleeping, before they went out for that stroll on their forest while singing carols together for anyone who wanted to hear.

Yes, IceLeomon had many wonderful memories of every single Christmas on that house that he celebrated with his son while the boy was growing up. And now, his son was coming back home.

He had been away after becoming an adult, but now he was coming back, as that letter he sent to his father was telling IceLeomon that his boy was coming back home after five years away, and that he would be spending the holydays with his father so they could celebrate as a family once more because he missed those family times the two of them shared.

That was why IceLeomon was doubling down on the Christmas preparations. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when his boy arrived. He wanted to be sure that the house was just as festive as it usually was during Christmas back when his boy was just a small kid.

He really wanted to bring back that old Christmas spirit that they shared so many times on those cold, but warm and jolly, winter nights.

And, as fates wanted it, just as IceLeomon was finishing putting the last decoration on the outside of his house and standing back to admire his handywork, a figure was approaching on the distance, quickly catching sight of the small house and of the figure with white fur standing before it.

“Dad!”

The voice made IceLeomon turn around to see who it was, and a smile spready through his furry face, normally as stoic as the ice from the glaciers, as he saw just who was calling for him.

“Leo!” IceLeomon said as he rushed to go at the meeting of that person, who dropped the bag they were carrying over their shoulder to run to the white-furred Digimon as well.

As they reached each other, IceLeomon and the regular Leomon who called to him shared an embrace, throwing their arms around each other as the older the of the two, IceLeomon, lifted the Leomon from the ground and spinning him around while laughing with glee.

“Dad! I missed you so much!” Leomon said, and IceLeomon talked to him:

“Leo! My son! Welcome back!”

They both could hardly even contain their shared joy. The joy of a father and son who were reunited after many years apart and who did so near the holydays, of all days.

This was certainly the type of joy that could not be put into mere words, and that one had to feel in order to understand fully.

“Wow, and you set the whole house for Christmas like you did back when I was a little whelp!” Leo said as they approached, and his father, Ice, smiled at his son.

“Yup. I really wanted to capture the magic of the Christmas like when you were just a little thing running around and bumping on my ankles while you tried to get me to look your way while you were trying those small tricks you saw on television.”

This did cause the two to laugh. Oh, they both certainly had good memories of Leo’s time as a Rookie-level whelp. And soon, they were both going into the house.

“Make yourself at home.” Ice said as he locked the door. “So, I was thinking about making some ginger cookies, like back when you mother was alive. I remember you loved- Leo!?”

Ice was in for a surprise as he turned out to look at his son and saw his bare butt.

Leo was taking out his pants, and he was just slipping one leg out of it, now wearing only his red-colored jockstrap, when he froze mid action and looked back to see his father looking back at him with a surprised expression.

After a long, and very awkward moment, Leo finally said:

“O-oh...”

A blush was forming on his cheeks as he looked at his father, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

“S-sorry. Sorry! I-is that... well, I had to share a dorm with a few guys who were into nudism back when I was in college and... I kind of grew used to wear only my underwear when I am indoors... or nothing at all...” Leo said, suddenly feeling shy and using his pants to hide his underwear-clad body.

“I-I’m sorry about this.”

Ice then recovered, and he quickly told his son that there was nothing for him to apologize for.

“Well, I mean, it is not as if you are a little kid anymore. You are a grown man.” Ice said, rubbing the back of his head. “We both are. So, I guess nothing bad with being as comfortable as we can when inside our own home, no? Actually...”

Then it was Leo’s turn to be shocked, as Ice unbuckled and unzipped his own pants, letting them slide down his legs and stepping out of them. Now he was only, wearing his pair of icy-blue jockstraps, which matched nicely with his pure-white fur.

“Here. Now we both are more comfortable.” Ice said, smiling at his son, who blushed a bit harder as he looked at his father in jockstrap. “So, what about those cookies?”

Ice said that, and Leo, still blushing, was soon telling his father that he would love to make those cookies with his dad. As the two of them made their way to the kitchen, Ice’s tail swished happily above his snow-white bubble butt. And Leo could not stop staring at it.


  Oh, Great Yggdrasil smite me...


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“Say, Dad?” Leo asked to his father, as they both were, once more, only on their jockstraps. They have basically only wearing them for the last few days since Leo arrived, and they did engage in all the activities that they both used to love back on the day.

They found out they still loved them all the same. However, as the days passed, they both noticed a change on things...

“What about we set up the fireplace like we used to back when I was a kid?” Leo offered, “I mean, there is a snowstorm tonight, and I am still not used to the cold like you.”

“Sounds great for me, buddy.” Ice smiled at his son. He was glad that he had stored firewood just for occasions like that, and he made sure to keep them all dry and ready for when this moment came.

Normally he didn’t needed fire, being a type of Digimon fully adapted to the coldest climates, but he collected a lot of firewood in anticipation for his son’s arrival.

“Can you let me set the fire this time?” Leo asked, “I would love to do it. You can just sit back and let me work.”

Ice did not protest on his son’s request, and just allowed Leo to be the one to set the fire.

However, he then regretted it on the moment Leo bend over the fireplace as he prepared it to be lighted. In doing so, he gave his father the juiciest, most glorious view of his ass.

Great frozen tundra! Was the thought on Ice’s mind as he watched as his son’s butt moved from side to side, swaying back and forward as Leo worked on that fireplace, putting the wood on different configurations, as if trying to find out which one of them would be the best.

There were some points in which it even seemed that his son’s tailhole occasionally visible as he leaned forward particularly hard, winked directly at Ice. As if inviting him to come closer.


  No! Keep it together, Ice! This is your son! Your SON! Keep it together, horny bastard! Don’t get hard! Don’t get hard! What will Leo think if he turns around and sees you drooling while staring as his ass and with your dick hard like an icicle!? He will be shocked! He will be disgusted! He might leave and never speak to you again! Stay down, stay down, stay down...


It was a struggle, but Ice managed to, somehow, keep his dick from getting hard and cause a scene. Still, he could not help but stare at his son’s butt, nearly hypnotized by it as it moved from side to side and up and down as Leo took an awfully long time to set the firewood in the fireplace and light it up.

“Aaaaaand, we have fire!” Leo said happily as he saw the flames dancing.

Great, now you can stop bending over! Ice thought as his son, for some reason, remained on that same position as he leaned over the flames, mooning his father without realizing it.

What, was he checking the flames to make sure they are burning bright?

“You can certainly say I have a way with stoking flames, no?” Leo said, and he looked over his shoulder at his dad. There was a... strange smile on his lips.

“Have I made you hot enough, daddy?”

Ice could only blink as he looked at his son, who then slowly got back on an upright position and sat back by his side.


  Wait... was... was he... doing it on purpose?


Ice’s mind was trying to catch a grip on it and, as he did, Leo asked his dad if he would like some hot cocoa with marshmallows.

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That was not a one-off incident.

As days passed, and Christmas came closer and closer, Ice could not help but notice how Leo was acting around him.

He got quickly used to walking only on his underwear around the house with his dad. However, there were some occasions in which he walked in on Ice completely naked.

“Hey, since we are home, why not go commando? It is good to leave everything hang free, no? Feels more comfortable and give some eye-candy.” Leo winked at his father as he said those words, before walking past him, shaking his hips more than he usually did as Ice stared at his bubble-butt.

This time, he could not help himself getting hard and tenting his jockstrap.

And, when we said that Leo was “walking in on Ice”, we mean that he was walking on him quite often.

Like when he barged on his bedroom while Ice was masturbating and stayed in for a bit longer than he should before leaving while complimenting his father’s dick. Or when he “accidentally” walked on him on the bathroom while he was peeing or showering, saying that he was looking for his towel or for something else, and ended up mooning his father again before leaving, resulting in Ice having another erection to deal with before leaving the bathroom.

And there were also more subtle things that Ice noticed. For example, back when they were making dough for the cookies, and he offered Leo to taste it, his son practically gave the spoon a blowjob while his father held it.

And there were also the dildos and other sex toys that Leo kept “forgetting” around the house, often on the living room or on his own father’s bedroom.

Put all of that together, and you’d have to be in complete denial not to realize what was going on:

Leo had the hots for his own father.

And Ice felt the same for his son.

And it all came to a boiling point on the morning of Christmas eve, when Ice came to the living room after walking up to find his son laying on the floor wearing a clothing that was so skimpy and suggestive that it looked like it came straight out of a porn movie. The thong was so obscenely small that his son’s junk spilled to the sides and it went all the way on his butt-crack, making Ice wonder how his son even managed to fit it in. He had a collar of red leather with small bells that jiggled as he moved to look at his father, letting him look at his masculine top with the words “SANTA’S LIL’ BITCH” as he sucked on a candy-cane.

“Morning, daddy.~” Leo said to his father, who could not help but stare at him with wide eyes and a tenting erection between his legs.

He stared for around thirty seconds, and then he turned around and bolted back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself.

Leo was left alone in the living room, still erect and looking at the direction his father bolted to.

“Did I do something wrong? I was sure this was going to work...”

However, his disappointment only lasted around a minute, when his father came back.

Ice had not tried the Santa outfit in many years, since his son’s last Christmas while still believing in the holyday star. And now, there he was, coming in full view with his Santa’s hat and jacket... and with no pants.

“O-ho-ho-ho! What is this I see?” Ice said, smirking at his son as he stood there on hat, jacket and jockstrap. “It appears that someone has left something other than cookies and milk for good ol’ Santa!”

Leo, on his side, was surprised, but he smirked back at “Santa”, as he was soon adopting a position like that of a model posing for a juicy shot, making sure his butt was in full view if the IceLeomon in red.

“Do you like it, Santa?” He asked, “Those buns are of a softer dough than cookies. And just as sweet. As for the milk, hope you don’t if I am the one to ask for yours.~”

“Ho ho ho, what a naughty little kitty!” IceLeomon said.

“Oh, does this means I will not be getting my gift this year?” Leo placing a finger on his lip as he pouted, looking at the white lion-man with big puppy-dog eyes.

“Hmmmm...” Ice said, acting like he was thinking. “You know what? You have been well-behave all the rest of the year. I think I can overlook you being naughty for a day, even if it is on Christmas eve, since your name is already on the Nice List. But I might have to give you some punishment for being naughty...” He smirked as he approached his son, the outline of his jockstrap swinging back and forth with each step as he made his way to his son, who shifted so he was on his hands and knees before his father.

“Now... would you like to see what Santa brought to you in his sack?”

This would have been disturbing for some people. For something that was once an innocent game between a father and his young son to have taken such a sexual connotation. However, Ice and Leo were both adults, and they both wanted this. And, if they wanted this in the sanctity of their own home, then no one had any right to judge them.

“Hmmmm, I wonder what it is.~” Leo was being more playful than ever, as he slowly reached with his hands towards his father’s jockstrap’s pouch, cupping it with his hands and tossing it around a little bit. Ice purred as his son played with his junk through the fabric, closing his eyes as he allowed his adult son, who was also purring, to nuzzle his crotch and give it kisses in a very affectionate way.

This, of course, made Ice’s member get hard inside of the pouch, soon making it tent as much as his son’s thong. Leo continued to nuzzle his face over the tenting bulge as he purred even louder.

“Hmmm, from the shape it seems to be something I have been wanting for a while.~” Leo said, “Perhaps it is time I unwrap...”

And soon, he was hooking his thumbs on his father’s jockstrap and pulling it down.

He was slapped right on the nose by a big, veiny, musky dick covered in white fur. It was uncut and with an ice-blue head. Unlike what one might expect, it was really warm to the touch.

“It’s exactly what I wanted!” Leo said happily. “And it’s perfect! Thank you, Santa!” He grasped the member on his hands, giving it a few rubs, causing his father to moan as some pre came out of the tip, what Leo immediately licked.

“Mmmmm.~ And it is of the ones with a really good flavor.” Leo said, before he continued to service the member with both his hands and mouth. He ran his tongue over the head, swirling it around it and right over the piss-slit while running his hands up and down the length, causing his father to throw his head back as his dick throbbed and leaked even more pre from the stimulus.

In a matter of minutes, Leo had his father’s dick on his mouth, and he was moaning as he sucked as if his life depended on it. This served to make Ice let go of whatever little was left of his reservations and to surrender himself completely to what was happening now. He growled as his hand shot forward and grabbed a fistful of his son’s mane, and he shoved his dick all the way down Leo’s throat, causing him to gag and choke around it, but his father held him firm.

“That’s it, you little tramp...” Ice growled as he held his son in place for a few more seconds, before pulling him off and then shoving it all the way in again. “That’s it. Just like that. Choke on it. Choke on Santa’s candy cane. It is all for you, hungry little whore.”

Leo’s eyes watered at the throat-fucking his father was giving him. They also rolled, as Leo could not hold back his moans of delight. His dick was so hard inside of his thong that he had no choice but to reach for it and pull it out so he could let it breathe.

Also, so he could start masturbating as his father continued to talk dirty to him while using his mouth like a fleshlight.

It didn’t take long before, with a mighty roar, Ice came as he buried his dick deep into his son’s throat, sending a torrent of surprisingly cold seed deep into Leo’s gullets. It felt cool as it settled on his stomach, kind of like ice cream...

Leo moaned softly at the feeling, still masturbating as he suckled on his father’s dick. He was just about to come when Ice noticed what his son was doing, and then he stopped him by using his foot to remove his son’s hand from his dick.

“Well, won’t you look at this?” Ice asked with a smirk, “You really are a naughty little whore, aren’t you? About to blow your load to sucking Santa’s candy cane! Bad kitten! Now I will really have to punish you!”

With that, Ice grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and, as if he was a kitten, carried him his favorite chair, sitting in there while sprawling his son over his lap, his butt in the air.

For the next fifteen minutes, Leo had his but spanked by his dad, who hit him with an open palm hard. Well, not too hard, but hard enough that Leo knew he was serious.

And enough that Leo was moaning like a poor bitch as he did it.

“You! Are! A! Naughty! Slut! Aren’t! You!?”

“A-aahhh!” Leo squealed loudly as he was spanked. “Y-yes!”

“You! Are! A! Whore! Who! Is! Hungry! For! Cock! Aren’t! You!?” Ice would give a hard slap to his son’s ass to punctuate every word.

“Y-yes! Yes! I am!” Leo admitted loudly.

“Bet! You! Have! Been! A! Huge! Whore! Since! Moving! Out! Right!? You! Have! Been! Sucking! Dick! And! Taking! It! Up! Your! Male! Pussy! So! Much! Everyone! Knows! You! Are! A! Slut! Right!?”

“YEEEEES!” Leo squealed so loudly and in such a high pitch that Ice actually felt glad he had no neighbors, for they could call the police on him thinking he was torturing an animal.

After this, Ice finally relented, and then he rubbed his son’s ass, which had been spanked so much it was completely red and hot to the touch. Leo moaned loudly as his ass tingled from the touch. His dick so hard between his legs that it was as painful as his ass felt.

“A-am I forgiven for being naughty now... Santa?” Leo asked meekly, and the white lion looked back at him, before pulling him in a sitting position on his lap.

“Why, of course, dear kitten!” Ice said happily, before pulling his son into a kiss. A long, sloppy kiss that Leo was only eager to return.

“In fact...” Ice said once they broke the kiss. “For taking your punishment without complaining, you have earned the right to make a request! So, what is your request for Santa, dear boy?”

Ice was asking, but he already had a pretty good idea of what his son was going to ask.

“I want you to fuck me!” Leo said bluntly and eagerly. “Please! I can’t take it anymore! I need your dick in my ass! Please, please, please! Fuck me, daddy!”

And Ice was only happy to give his slut of a son what he wanted.

Ice’s dick didn’t need a lot to get hard again. And soon, that member, still coated in saliva, throat-slime and cum, was being rubbed over Leo’s ass-crack, sandwiched between his cheeks and being worked up by Leo, who moaned before the penetration even began as he used his cheeks to work his dad up.

He wanted to be sure his old man would be very eager once they started the real fun, and his efforts pay up.

The sounds of sex filled the house as they went at it. Ice growled and snarled in pleasure as Leo bounced on his lap while moaning like a dying animal. He threw his head back as he moaned loudly, drool leaking from his open mouth as he fucked himself on his daddy’s dick.

“Ohhhhhh! Yes! Yes, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my bussy! Please! Fuck your son’s bussy so hard you will make me pregnant!”

All roleplay had been abandoned at this point, as Leo only moaned for his “daddy” and begged him to dick him hard. Ice growled to his son, his hands gripping his son’s buttocks as he made him bounce on his dick even faster and harder, until he was practically a moving blur on his father’s lap.

Their moans were loud as they continued with their sinful act and, after several minutes, they both roared loudly as they came. Ice’s roar was the loudest as he sent his dick up as far as it could go on his son’s “bussy” and orgasmed, filling it with a lot of his cum. Leo’s roar was not weak as well, by any means, as he arched his back as he orgasmed to the feeling of his father filling him, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he released several jets of pearly white cum on his father’s white fur.

After this, they were both glad they were already sitting, otherwise the two of them would have collapsed onto the ground as their legs gave up on them by now. Leo still collapsed on top of his father’s chest while Ice reclined on the chair, they both were panting from the intense orgasm they just shared, and both feeling each other’s racing heartbeat as they had their sticky pectorals pressed against each other.

“Dad...?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna do it again?”

He did.

Many times.

For the rest of the day, Ice and his son continued to have sex. Not nonstop, as they were not machines, but they did have a lot of sex. On the living room, either on the chair or on the couch. On both their bedrooms. On the bathroom as they showered together, lathering each other in soap before having the best kind of slippery sex. They fucked on the kitchen, as Ice slammed his son on the dinning table after they finished eating and railed his ass hard before making him choke on his dick. They even had sex outside, as Ice had his back pressed on the cold snow while Leo was on top of him, once more ridding his dick while the rays of the sun shone on their naked bodies.

By the time the sun had set, the two of them were completely spent, and now they cuddled together in front of the fireplace as they allowed the warmth of the flames to keep them comfortable as they rested on each other’s arms.

“Today... was amazing...” Leo said casually, his chest resting on his father’s chest, hearing both his breathing and the beating of his powerful heart. Leo felt like he could just lay there all night, falling asleep to that sound. Even as his father’s deep voice spoke:

“It was, wans’t it? Not what I had in mind when I heard you coming back for Christmas, but I am certainly not complaining.”

Leo could not help but agree, a smile on his lips as he purred and nuzzled his father’s chest.

“Thank you for everything, dad. I loved this Christmas. It was amazing.”

Ice looked at his son.

“What do you mean by was, boy? Christmas is not over yet!” Leo looked up as Ice said that. “Today is only Christmas Eve! Christmas is tomorrow, what means we still have a whole day ahead to celebrate as father and son. And I have a few ideas of how we can do so...”

Leo could not help but be in equal parts scared and aroused as he saw the way his father was smirking as he looked at him as if he was a juicy steak.

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On the following morning, Ice woke up on his bed, and he took his time to stretch himself and then get out of bed. He walked across the living room, humming to himself while ignoring a muffled moaning that came from a corner.

He poured himself a hefty cup of coffee with nuts for this glorious Christmas morning, and then he walked back to the living room with his newspaper, reading from it on his chair while taking sips from his coffee.

That was when the moaning came again, this time a bit louder. That was when Ice looked on the corner of the room, where the Christmas tree was. And there, he saw Leo, exactly where and how he left him last night.

The Leomon moaned from behind his ball-gag as he squirmed. He was kneeling by the side of the tree, with his hands tied behind his back with ribbons, a collar with a bell around his neck, a blindfold over his eyes, and with a ribbon tied on a bow on top of his head. A dildo was crammed on his tailhole, buzzing away like it has been done all night, which was the reason why Leo’s dick was still hard a diamond and leaking pre.

Glued on the lion-man’s chest was a sticker saying:


  To: IceLeomon



  From: Santa



  Be sure to fuck this slut’s brains out.


“My, my, won’t you look at this!” Ice said, as he walked to his son, who could feel his father coming, and moaned again, as his dick throbbed eve harder between his legs.

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