T'wats Christmas Eve and Sydney slept soundly asleep, dreaming of angles. Suddenly, the chimney roared and a fat polar bear in a white and red dress came in...................................................................................................SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

"HO HO HO bitch" he said.

"What..." Sydney said, as he woke up.

He barely opened his eyes when Santa shoved his cock in the otter cub's mouth. Sydney coughed precum but satana didn't stop, his tongue was very velvetty and nice. He humped Sydney's throat, making the poor otter cry as he gasped for air.

"Nice and wet. Turn around bitch!"

Sydney was picked up, too weak to fight. His mormon sleep clothes were torn asunder exposing his hot underage body. Santa wasted no time in lifting the kid's tail, exposing his innocent pink ring. Santa lapped it up, forcing a moan or two out of Sydney. The otter tried to protest, but he was still coughing precum.

"Now it's so wet you can't complain" Santa said evilly.

He lined up his cock, the slightly gaping hole inviting his head in. Slowly Sydney's ring was stretched. The poor otter felt violated; it didn't hurt but it clearly didn't belong there.

"P-please stop!" moaned Sydney.

"Haw Haw Haw you're out of luck punk!"

And with that Santa shoved his cock further, rapidly fucking the little twat. To prevent him from screaming he put a sock in his mouth. Tears run down Sydney's face as he wished to be anywhere but there and then.

The cub's hole was so tight that it didn't take long for Santa to cum. He did shamelessly all over Sydney's body, coating the brown fur in white.

"See you next year, bitch!"

And Santa left coal under the tree.