Allow me to say, on this Christmas day That the year has come and gone Trial and Tribulations, we come to a new dawn Be proud, be merry and enjoy a wonderful life Be with those you care for: friends, family, husband or wife Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, this I shall say Especially to you, KittyPrint! HIP HIP HORRAY! ________________ Christmas time. The time of cheer, love and happiness. The time where happiness and cheer spreads across the world. Preparation of dinners, work to be done so time with those you care and love can be something to be remembered and treasured. In the Delua household, a young Zoe scampered about, enjoying her time away from school. The young fenkitty hybrid was free from homework, the hard times of school and generally away from her bothersome classmates and with her mother. As much as the young sprout loves her, she does get on her nerves sometimes. Especially when it came to wearing clothes that were a fit for “young ladies” rather than the clothes she just enjoyed wearing. She was the spitting image of her mother, aside from a few key differences. The Ocelot, Fennec hybrid’s fur took on a beautiful shade of brown that was kissed by the sun, as described by her mother, whose fur was a point of pride of her heritage as an ocelot hybrid. In place of a big fluffy tail, Zoe has a big, luscious, full, puffy tail. The young girl had lost count of just how many times her mother would cuddle it or plead to brush it down just to see its full volume and luster. And the most striking feature the two of them share are a pair of deep green eyes that sparkled whenever they were excited. Zoe’s mother, Claire, loved having her daughter be the centerpiece of many of her fashion pieces. Dresses of all sorts, all seemed to be designed to emphasize her daughter's beauty. Claire was always proud of herself for making something so eye-catching but always loved how much her baby girl brought out her clothes full potential. Unfortunately for Claire, her daughter wasn’t exactly the kind of cub to be into dressing up. She liked playing rough and being herself. She didn’t like wearing dresses and much preferred the clothes that guys wore: Jeans, t-shirts but with a bit of her own flair. She’d love running and sports and reading and all sorts of things that a boy would like to do. Her mother never punished her and told her not to do such things but Zoe would always find herself being coddled by her mother into weaning dresses and the very things she didn’t like. It frustrated her to no end. Claire wanted her daughter to see the joy of being a free woman like her. Especially with how much her body’s developing. Zoe hated to admit it but she was taking a lot after her mother. A fit, strong body that relished in moving around and sported a pair of breasts that couldn’t be restrained by bra’s for girls her age. They bothered the young lady more than she liked as they were the source of a lot of trouble for her. Time and again, her mother’s various outfits had her emphasize their sizes and just how much men found her attractive. Not to mention how many girls in school would find any means to annoy her out of jealousy. No matter how many times Zoe told her mother, she’d laugh it off and say that if they were jealous to show off and REALLY grind it into them. That’s not what she wanted! She wanted to just keep to herself, enjoy her hobbies and live life the way she wants. She’s not some little dress up doll for her mom to throw clothes on anymore. She’s a teenager who just wants to have some sort of peace of mind on her Christmas break. While others were on vacation traveling or with friends, Zoe was more than content to stay at home and relax. Even at the tender age of thirteen, she still has a bit of that innocent love of Christmas inside her. She’d stopped leaving milk and cookies out for Santa but that didn’t stop her from enjoying them as a treat for the holidays. Even the health freak that is her mother enjoyed her ‘cheat days’ as the two baked a batch of sugar cookies. Simple, sweet and delicious. Claire would tease her daughter about leaving some for Santa to eat, saying all the extra sugar would go to other places on her body, followed by some playful groping of her breasts. This always left Zoe annoyed and wishing she actually did go someplace to get away from her pushy mother. ________________ December 24th. Christmas was fast approaching. Time seemed to fly for the young woman as she enjoyed her peace. With her mother going in and out of the house for shopping and other things, she didn’t have to worry so much about being stuffed into some dresses or forced to pose in outfits thanks to the cold. It was beginning to get late as Zoe was reading about an odd romance novel. It was about Santa Claus and Mrs.Clause and how the two of them got together. It wasn’t popular according to reviews but she enjoyed it. It was really sweet to see and read Santa being this bumbling but cute acting guy trying to impress his future wife. She wasn’t well versed in love and romance and stuff like that. She was just a bit too shy for her own good. Not helping was the bevy of boys that lusted after her. But on this Christmas Eve, old saint nick had planned something special for the fenkitty. A special dream that would always play every christmas. Similar yet different. Always changing yet providing something for the curious kitty. An early gift for a good little girl. ________________ Zoe woke up in her bedroom, looking up at the ceiling and the book beside closed, her thumb still on the page she was reading. She closed the book, not worried about missing her page since she was going to read it over again. She let out a good stretch, a moan escaping her mouth as she arched her back, trembling in place before relaxing her muscles, extremely satisfied. The clock on her bedside pedestal read it was two in the morning. ‘I fell asleep a little too early... Wait…!’ Her eyes bolted open and she quickly stood out of bed. The only clothing she has on are a pair of short shorts and a large t-shirt that she liked to laze around in. Her hair is disheveled and crumbs from the cookies still on her face. The eager fenkitty had to hold back a little squeal of excitement as she hopped around her bedroom, ignoring the cold of the late night December night. She tip-toed out of her room, making sure that her mothers door was closed and the light was off. Knowing her, she probably went for a jog, took a shower and was out like the sun until eight in the morning for her beauty sleep. Zoe couldn’t help herself. She wanted to see how many presents santa had left he. ‘Just one little peak! In and out! Then I’ll head right back to bed!’ She told herself, her tail slyly moving to and fro as she walked down the stairs. Halfway down, she saw something that made her heart jump for joy. Standing in front of the christmas tree, stood a very familiar figure to every child. Red and white suite. A gray muzzle with a long white beard hiding almost the entirety of his face save for his red snout. A red cap with a white poof ball and a big belly full of cheer. So excited, she couldn’t stop her tail from swishing back and forth as she watched old Kris Kring at work. Eyes wide, she fought to hold back her squeals. Without warning, Santa turned to see her. She froze, wondering if maybe he was looking at the darkness surrounding her only. This failed when the holiday symbol pointed at her, a broad smile on his face as she slowly got out of the shadows and came downstairs to the living room. “Don’t you know that old jingle? I know when you’re sleeping, dear Zoe!” The ancient fur chuckled, unable to hide his cheer. “S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-” She couldn’t find the words inside her. She never imagined she’d be able to see the real deal live and in person. In her excitement, she didn’t realize that she’d started moving her hips side to side, catching the old man’s attention. She could only look up at him, hand covering her mouth as she wondered what she could say at the moment. Zoe moved closer, daring to touch his big belly without a second though. He let out a hardy “HO HO HO” so loud she was sure her mom would come bolting down the stairs any second. “Oh no worries about your mother! I’ve never woken up an adult while I take care of the presents down here! Now if you’re having a hard time speaking,” Santa moved to one of the many chairs in the living room Claire and any company she had over would use to talk. He sat down and easily settled into the expensive furniture. He tapped his knee, inviting her to take a seat on him. “Why don’t you sit and let ol’ Santa hear what you have to say.” The fenkitty wasted no time, hopping onto his knee and barraging Santa with all sorts of questions to which he easily answered. The usually shy girl showered the figure with questions, buzzing with all sorts of thoughts and ideas as she laid it all out. Looking into his eyes, she felt warm. Comfortable with him more than almost anyone she could think of. “Santa… Can… Can I kiss you?” She did it. She said it. How could she even do that?! What was he going to say?? Her answer came in the form of Santa coming in close to her and giving her a soft kiss on the lips. Her tail froze, her eyes went wide and her body felt hotter than she could have ever imagined it could have been. The little kiss made her head feel all sorts of fuzzy while her heart beat went wild over the simple act. It felt like an eternity before the older fur finally pulled away from her, the kitty’s lips still puckered as if she wasn’t done yet herself. Santa chuckled as she realized she still had her lips pursed. Embarrassed, Santa didn’t tease her. Instead, the jolly man simply brought her closer for seconds. This time, it was much more intimate. Slow and calm, Zoe could feel her head going all fuzzy again as he kept the kiss going, giving her little time to break and simply enjoy the moment. Again and again Zoe wasn’t sure what to do besides enjoying the intimate moments. Her answer however came in the form of Santa being a bit more forward, his big, gloved hand running down the small of her back . SHe moved into position so instead of sitting, she was straddling him now, feeling something hard and throbbing against her as she pressed herself into his incredibly warm body. “Let’s give you a special Christmas treat!” He chuckled. Excited yet confused, the shy girl looked down to see something she wasn’t expecting. A hot red poker of a cock peaked out from his pants, aching for attention from the growing kitty. By now, Zoe wouldn’t know what to do but her curiosity and the state of the dream made it as simple to follow as a sing-a-long. She moved her hand down and gently stroked the thick, red slab of dog meat. It felt almost too hot to the touch. It moved on its own, twitching more just from her light, soft touch. Zoe slowly moved her hand up and down the length, earning a deep grumble from him. She moved slow and steady, feeling the hot rod seem to grow thicker and hotter at her touch. The longer the intimate act went on, the more her head felt like it was spinning. The flushed expression on her face was something she didn’t know or understand but deeply enjoyed. Santa lifted her up, pulling her shorts off and exposing her slightly red slit, leaving the teen embarrassed at being exposed. Before she knew it, old big saint Nick found her entrance and slowly pulled her down until she reached the root. She tried to hold in her voice but Santa pulled her hand away, letting out a deep, shuddering whimper that reverberated from the tip of her ears to every strand of fur on her body. Settled into his lap, Zoe felt him pull her shirt up, revealing a pair of magnificent breasts far bigger than any her age. She instinctively wanted to cover up but when she felt his gentle hands on her, she melted like a candle under the heat of a constant fire. Her head rolled back, she didn’t know she could feel so good, especially with a man. The hot, canine cock was a snug, tight fit but it was the most amazing sensation she’d ever felt before in her life. That was until he lifted her up and brought her back down. Slow and steady, The fenkitty’s eyes widened as the brain melting pleasure took off like a rocket. Up and down, up and down, she bounced in his generous lap over and over, feeling the heavy member digging deep and in places she didn’t know she had. Her voice echoed throughout the house, not bothering to hide her excitement from her sleeping mother. Santa watched with a bemused smile as the young lass sank into pleasure, letting herself be free of her shy nature, if only for a little while. “S-s-SANT-Aaaaaa…!!” She screamed. Zoe grabbed his shoulders, trying to gain some control but feeling over the shocks running through her body. All this did was give her some extra leverage as she rode his thick candy cane like her life depended on it. She pulled herself closer to him, burying her face into his chest, tail whipping around in a frenzy as the chair shook from the hot and heavy rutt. Santa grinned as the lady looked up at him, eyes glossed over, tongue out and enjoying the pleasures of being a woman on the receiving end of his juicy sweet treat. Her little tunnel clamped down hard again and again, soaking him in her juices as she felt waves hit her body. His dexterous hands gently played with her chest, a sensitive place for her but one place she’d allow him of all furs to touch. She could feel the thick south pole start to throb against her insides. His thick paws moved down to her hips and the speed suddenly went up. Her breasts were bouncing, her brain felt like a pinball going for the high score. Her already messy hair looked poofy and bouncy. If her mother saw the state she was in, she’d have been more annoyed than anything. Nevermind that Santa Clause was currently pounding her chimney like it was the first house to deliver his presents. “Here’s a special present, from me to you!” Zoe felt herself being wrapped in a giant, warm hug. Right at that moment, an even warmer overflowing sensation rushed inside her. Consuming her body from head to toe and leaving her a trembling mess as she babbled something while Santa pumped her full of his white hot christmas cheer. The intense heat rose higher and higher and higher. Surrounded and filled on all sides by the tender warmth of Christmas cheer, Zoe’s mind had no other option than to simply shut down from the stimulation. As her voice gave out from screaming, she slowly faded from her intense dream. Santa heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he stood up and walked upstairs to her room, carrying the well bred girl's dream body in his arms. She cuddled up to his chest, feeling his heartbeat with the love and joy of christmas. The world around Zoe seemed to shift and change, an assortment of good and happy memories flowing all across her thoughts. In the collection of warm thoughts and dreams, Santa brought her back to the bed she woke up from. Carefully tucking her in, he knew the girl wouldn’t remember any of tonight. His little ‘gift’ to Zoe was to help her enjoy her own body and appreciate what she does have, if only a little. He gently brushed her orange locks out of her face. He knew it wouldn’t do anything but old habits die hard for the jolly red gift giver. He gave a hearty “HO HO HO!” before fading away, leaving the girl to dream a beautiful dream of love and acceptance. Come morning, Zoe would wake up and come running down the stairs to her mother. Eagerly opening presents, hugging her mother as she showed off some of the clothing that she’d wanted, first edition books, the new Game’s Sphere console with assorted games and a new baseball bat for Spring. Along with a few dresses but she put them all aside while Clarie watched her daughter with a smile. Happy to see her daughter in a positive mood. Far far away, riding back to the north pole for another year, Santa smiled as the thoughts and feelings of so many happy people around the world filled his heart with Christmas cheer. Even if it’s only for a day, he was content to give them that sense of joy Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Joy to all! And to all a good night! XXX Ravi <3 ________________