Sasha let loose an exhausted sigh that formed a white whisp in the frosty air. One full day of office work, followed by an hour at the gym. The polar bear enjoyed the gym, it took her years to build her amazonian physique and she wanted to maintain it. After all, there was nothing better than holding her loved ones in both arms with ease. She could take or leave the office work.


Actually, she’d leave it. Better to find a job that offers work-from-home benefits like any modern-day office job. The polar bear sucked in her gut and exhaled another white puff of air to calm herself. No point in getting angry, not when she was almost home.


She reached her apartment after one crowded subway car and a few city blocks. Despite being a polar bear, Sasha wore a winter jacket and a home-knit scarf around her neck. It was only February yet but the windchill was already bitter. Wasn’t it always? The ursin shrugged to herself and took the elevator up.


Something smelled good. She picked up the scent from outside her door. Beef with a zest of salt in the air. Sniffing again, Sasha swore noticed fresh, or at least warm, bread as she made her way inside. “I’m home!” She called out into the apartment hall, kicking off her work shoes and hanging her jacket. Even in the late winter, she preferred short sleeves indoors. Sasha claimed that she’d ruin long-sleeved shirts by pulling them up since everyone just put their heater up too high anyway. In truth, she liked to show off her biceps. 


“You’re late!” Paris called out from the kitchen. A little snippy for Sasha’s taste, but the reindeer was in a mood. A mood she’d shatter later. “We thought you’d forgotten.”


She blinked. Forgotten what? Her chest went stiff as her mind sorted through file after file in her head. Was it their birthday? No, that was the summer. Her birthday? No, she was a fall child. Couldn’t be their anniversary, that was in the spring. What could it be?


London chuckled from the kitchen. “She forgot it was date night.” Hooves clicked across the tiles, announcing the second reindeer's presence before his slim frame filled the hallway. For a moment, Sasha was mesmerized by how quickly his antlers had grown. A miracle of modern medicine. “Hey,” he smiled softly across his feminine face as he took her hand. Her nose tingled. Did he put on perfume? London leaned in to kiss before she could ask. A soft, long, and loving kiss without tongue. London wasn’t one for tongues. “How was work?” 


“It was work.” She said without care, preferring to run her hands over his svelte form hidden by a light blue sweater. “Are you wearing perfume?”


“Do you like?” He asked, “It’s the peppermint one you got Paris for Christmas.”


She grinned, “I do.” Large hands grabbed the short reindeer’s waist and lifted him to nudge his snout with hers. “Does Paris know you took his perfume? He hates it when you do that,” She whispered.


London snickered softly, “We traded when you weren’t looking. He’s going to smell like gingerbread.”


She smiled and feigned her pain. “Oh, how could you? I picked them out for each of you.” Somewhat of a lie. It didn’t matter to her which twin wore whichever perfume, they both smelled excellent. 


The reindeer saw past her charade and took her coat, “You should probably apologize to Paris before getting changed. He held off when you weren’t answering your phone.”


She nodded, now knowing why she’d been getting so many calls throughout the afternoon. The spitting image of his brother, Paris differentiated himself with the pink sweater and the adorable scowl on his face. Sasha figured the glare was meant for her, but it was difficult to tell with his gaze direction on the bubbling stew. “Oh Paris…” She whispered, hugging the reindeer from behind, “I’m sorry I’m late. Work was stressful and I had to go work out.”


“I’m cooking, Sasha.” He didn’t push her away despite the point, nor did he hold a knife for emphasis. 


She sniffed, inhaling the ginger scent across his fur. “That you are. Tell me, is gingerbread part of this dish?” A quick snap of his wooden spoon stopped her from tasting it.


“What kind of beef stew has gingerbread?” He snapped, now pushing her off with his utensil. “And furthermore, how could you forget about date night? We’ve been planning it for weeks. London spent hours helping you find a dress and I…”


His words fell silent as she held his chin. For a moment, she stared deep into his earthly eyes and saw the frustrated lover. She frowned and leaned in to kiss him. The reindeer melted into her touch, Unlike his brother, Paris’s tongue pushed into her maw and she welcomed it. Better to crush an eager invader than slip in. They shared breath all the same, leaving Paris without it as she broke away and held his face in both hands. 


“I’m sorry.” She said, “I was excited this morning, but work sidelined me. I didn’t mean to hold you both up.”


Face red, the deer averted his gaze. “I-It’s ok.” She slipped from her grasp. “London’s gonna help you get dressed. I have stew to finish.”


She left him to finish it, knowing full well Paris was who’d be stewing. London sat atop the bed in their bedroom, smiling coyly upon her arrival. “Well, he’s not screaming. I suppose he forgives you.”


“You’re too mean.” She smiled.


“That’s something that’ll never change.” He kicked up and pulled out a sleeveless red dress from the closet. “I wish we could see you go out in this. If Paris wasn’t so uptight about his cooking pride we’d be spending date night somewhere proper. Music, fine drinks, dance. The whole nine yards.”


“Like I’d want to share my night with anyone else besides you both.” She stripped the rest of her clothes off, down to her strapless bra and panties. “And I doubt we could afford such a place.”


London rolled his eyes, “C’est la vie. Lay on the bed. I want to do your makeup.”


“Before yours?”


“We don’t have time for mine. Or Paris. You, on the other hand, are going to look good.” Once she laid against the bed, London crawled over her and deftly did his work. She tried not to twitch or giggle as the reindeer applied the layer, though she found herself sticking her tongue out at the lipstick. “Oh my god, you are such a child.” London sighed.


“You love it.” She teased.


He did something between a nod and a shake of his head. Finished with her makeup, the reindeer helped the polar bear zip up her red dress. “You look fantastic.” He whispered, running his hand over her bare arms. 


“And you are getting feisty.” She said, “That’s Paris’s job.”


“What can I say?” He shrugged, “I love seeing you dress up.”


“Cute.” She hooked her arm around his own, “Shall we have dinner, my love?” 


Three candles flickered at the table where Paris waited. The reindeer pulled out of his seat as he saw his twin and their girlfriend leave the bedroom. “Wow…London can make anyone look good.” 


“Oh, how rude.” Sasha smiled, “When did you get so mean?”


“When you made me wait,” Paris said.


The three took their seats at the circular table, equal to each other. Paris’s stew had a hint of cheese to it that Sasha savored with each small spoonful. They talked about their days, from Sasha’s office drama, Paris’s issues at the market shopping, to London working at his boutique. When the two boys conversed, Sasha couldn’t help but lean in and watch them smile. While the years had passed, she remembered their faces as she first met them. The broken and glossed-over looks of two who didn’t want to live. Replaced with warmth and desire. 


She wouldn’t let anyone hurt them. Never again.


Finished, Sasha grabbed her bowl only for Paris to get it. “No. I’ll handle it.”


“You cooked,” Sasha argued.


“Yes, and I’ve seen you both clean. London has no excuse for losing his touch.” 


His brother shrugged. “I’ve been busy.” He motioned to the couch as his twin took the bowls and began to run the sink. “He still hates using the dishwasher.” London whispered, “I swear, he needs to hand wash everything.”


“Let’s make him regret it.” Sasha giggled. Guiding him to the living room of their apartment, the bear took her boyfriend close and kissed him. Her tongue slipped past his lips, sucking the air from him as he moaned in desire. Her fingers traced down his sweater, then slipped underneath to press against his tensing stomach. Every little heartbeat was a sign of admission, of consent, that he wanted her. 


She sank off the couch. He frowned, then blushed as she unzipped his pants. “Here?” He mouthed. Sasha nodded and slipped out his cock. His erection rose despite everything, with precum forming at the tip. Sasha’s hot breath cascaded down the head, her lips suckled the tip and sank deeper and deeper, pulling up with every inch she pushed down. 


London tensed. His head fell backward against the sofa. His chest rose with every bob up and down his shaft. He never reached down to hold her, too much training kept his arms from interfering. Not that it stopped him from moaning. Deep breaths and soft gasps, all edged on by her teasing tongue. 


Paris tried to scrub through it all. Sasha heard the twin struggle to focus through clattered plates and the annoyed tapping of his feet. “C-Can you both do that in the bedroom?” He asked, no doubt blushing and hunching over the sink to hide it. 


“N-No can do…I’m pinned…” London softly spoke. “I couldn’t push her off if I wanted to, even with your help.”


She took her time with him. Slow and deliberate, sometimes softly jacking his cock with her saliva as lube. Paris muttered and huffed in the corner, unable to drown out his complaints with the running water. London’s cock became stained with Sasha’s lipstick, yet he didn’t beg her to hurry up. Perhaps she needed to do something else. “Take off your pants.” She commanded more than suggested.


Without delay, her twink tossed his khakis aside, revealing the absence of his balls. The ever-present reminder of a cruel caretaker, one that Sasha hoped they’d never see again. She, in turn, lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. “I think it’s time I take you for a ride.”


“No!” Paris’s hooves stomped over to the living room. “Not here. Not while I’m cleaning.” The blush on his face told Sasha he wasn’t annoyed by the noise. 


“Well, we can’t walk to the bedroom like this.” She let her finger drag against the reindeer’s pink sweater. With a whisper, the ursine asked, “Why don’t you be a good boy and finish what I started? Don’t worry about the dishes, they can wait.” 


His cheeks puffed in protest, but his eyes wandered down to his brother’s rod. “Come on.” She teased, letting her finger trace around Paris’s neck, “I know you love it. Just get on your knees like a good boi.” 


Paris, red with defeat, slowly fell to his knees. He gulped and shivered in lost delight as his brother’s cock braced his nose. All covered in Sasha’s saliva, ready and waiting for his indirect kiss. 


Sasha gradually guided him by the back of his head. First came the tentative lick, then the lips suckling at the drenched head. She cooed as he took an inch of it into his mouth, and whispered sweet words into his ears as he bobbed deeper and deeper. “That’s it. You know his dick better than anyone, don’t you?”


London, for his part, let his head lull back. He held his brother by the antlers, prompting Sasha to let go and enjoy the wet sopping sounds of the incestious display. The bear took her spot next to the reindeer and edged herself at the display. “Paris has to be better, right?” She asked London.


“Only when he acts like this.” London grinned. Paris eyed them both with an embarrassed glare. “You really bring out his envy.”


And she’d continue, with another tongue-filled kiss to London as the brother sucked him off. She let the display continue for another minute before pulling Paris off. “I think it’s high time we take this to the bedroom.”


“But the dishes!” Paris came along despite his whining. It helped that Sasha pulled him by his antlers and he didn’t fight against it. The moment the door closed behind them, he let himself sink into her. Face nuzzling against her chest whilst she tried to undo it. 


London pulled him off, leaving Sasha to dress down to just her bra. Laying out against the bed, she watched her two boyfriends strip down. The jingle of sleigh bells echoed as they strapped a pink collar around the other’s neck with one bell each. She smiled as they turned, London smiled back, his cock still standing and stained with her lipstick. Paris blushed and looked away, his balls hanging loose while his crotch remained dickless. 


“Come here.” She waved for them. Her finger looped around Paris’s collar and directed him between her legs. “Don’t dilly dally. You know how impatient London gets.” 


“I do not.” London teased, leaning in next to her.


Sasha shushed him. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she whispered, “Stop undermining me. You know Paris likes this.”


“But he also likes it when I disagree. Kind of a paradox?”


Her reply was cut short by the nubbed reindeer’s lips gently climbing up her thigh. The polar bear patted his head throughout, silently praising her lovely licker while his brother and her kissed again. London unhooked her bra, leaving her black nipples free for his warm lips to suckle and tease. “That’s it…” She moaned softly, laying back into the bed as her two boyfriends engaged in foreplay. Years of practice had made them nearly equals, but she had to give it to Paris first and foremost. He had just enough passion to keep him pushing and focused. Not once did he push his tongue too deep or too fast. He stayed slow, deliberate, and caring. 


She couldn’t wait to return the favor.


“That’s enough.” Sasha pushed Paris away and rolled over to top London. “Ready?” He nodded. Pushing his legs forward, she lined his cock underneath her vulva. Soft moans etched from them both as she sank, slowly letting gravity take her to the base. Comfy in her newfound seat, Sasha turned to see Paris watching, his open mouth still drenched in her juices. “Don’t turn away now, princess.” The bear rose, then slammed back down.


London grunted under the weight and pleasure. Sasha laughed before doing it again. The bed creaked under their combined weight as the polar bear’s amazon press weighed down on the castrated twink’s body. Mixed with their combined wet slaps and his heavy breathing, Sasha rode the reindeer as her personal pleasure throne. 


Unfortunately for London, two blowjobs and constant teasing were too much for him. His face contorted with the last cry. Sasha felt him spasm and fill her insides. The bear rode him until he had nothing left to give. Finished, she pulled off and leaned over him. “I need you to get my favorite strap-on for Paris,” She whispered, “Can you do that?”


“G-Give…” He sucked in air, “Give me a minute.” Sasha would give him plenty, as she rolled back over and spread her legs. Paris needed no invitation for what came next, dutifully bringing his snout between her thighs and cleaning out his brother’s mess with his tongue. 


Sasha gleaned over her muffdiver’s shoulder to notice him toying with the buttplug inside his rump. He kept twisting it, pulling it out, and shoving it back in. “Oh, someone’s desperate.” The polar bear giggled. Paris looked up with what she assumed was anger in his eyes but read to her as adorable desperation. “Shush…I’ll take care of it.” She pushed him off as London returned with her special strap-on. Not only turquoise, her favorite color, but with a smaller end that she slowly inserted into herself. The straps London helped lock in place were more to keep the monster that hung between her legs from falling out. 


“Hurry.” Paris took to the bed, already raising his jeweled plug-filled ass at attention. “I can’t take it anymore.” 


“Not like that.” Sasha flipped onto his back. His arms crossed over his face. “Oh, is my pretty boy shy?” She teased, slowly pulling out the plug with care. “You know I love seeing your face when we do this.” 


“You’re such a bully.”


“Oh?” She feigned injury to his insult. “Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. I could always take London for another round.” He grinned back and watched her spread lube over the dildo with one hand. 


“N-No!” Paris whined, “Please, I need it.”


“What’s that?” Sasha cupped her ear, “I think you’ll need to be more clear for me.” 


Paris puffed his reddened face but relented. “Please…please fuck my ass until I can’t walk.” 


“You’re forgetting something.” She poked his nose, “Come on. You know what to call me.”


Paris rolled his eyes, “Please fuck my ass until I can’t walk, mama bear.” 


“Good boy.” She meant it wholeheartedly. Straddling his hips, Sasha lined her coated strap-on against his loose hole. Years of anal training allowed her to slide in with ease. Paris liked to pretend he hated this, yet his gasps told her how much he craved being filled. “I’m right here,” Sasha whispered, craning over him as inch after inch pushed inside of him. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”


Paris mewled and wrapped his arms around her neck. She held his waist. “That’s it. Let me in.”


“You’re way in.” London teased. Sasha wanted to glare back but chuckled instead. Paris shivered in her touch, so she kept him close until the entire thing was inside him. 


Paris preferred her to be slow, so she was. Rhythmically thrusting her toy into him with deliberate attention. Her hands held his arms apart, letting her see the flustered pretty boy taking her toy. His head rolled back and forth, lips bit at the grinding of his prostate. “Harder…please.” 


“Are you sure?” She cupped his face, “I can last the evening.”


She followed his wish. Picking up speed, his breaths came faster and the bed rocked. Wet slaps of lubed holes bounced off the walls as Sasha pressed into him. His face twisted into desire and frustration. “Harder!” He cried. She obliged. Deep and fast, with her hands clutching his body for safety and presence. Sasha held his face with both hands and smiled at the miserable mess underneath her weight. 


Time had lost its meaning by the first spasm. The nub over his balls spurted like a geyser. She didn’t relent, riding him through as he cried in pleasure. Her pleasure reverberated through her but fell in comparison to the desire of making him cum again and again.


Her legs gave out before he wished her to. Lactic acid burned her thighs as she pulled out. Paris louged against the bed, his crotch covered in cum. The two of them looked at each other, both smiling.


Then Paris sobbed.


“Oh, honey.” Sasha crawled over and hugged her other boyfriend. “It’s ok. Shh…it’s ok.” London joined their embrace, softly whispering a lullaby to Paris. The trio relaxed there for what felt like hours. Checking the clock, it was. 


“I’ll take care of the dishes,” London said. “You ok with Paris?” 


Paris wouldn’t let go of her. “Yeah, we’re good.” The bear said. As he left, Sasha asked the reindeer, “Did you enjoy tonight?”


Paris nodded, looking away.


“Are you still embarrassed about it?”


He nodded.


She hugged him. “That’s ok. So long as you enjoyed it."