Candy was just about to lift her near-numbed tush from her little throne when she heard a cry of 'Santa!' followed by what looked like a happy little fireball rushing towards her. The kit was so excited she was practically towing her two parents, eyes wide as she caught the sight of Candy in her little grotto.
               No rest for the wicked. Candy thought to herself, but she didn't sound convinced. The smile she flashed the little girl looked genuine (which it was) and innocent (which it wasn't). The little fox looked adorable, wearing a red and green striped dress bedecked with candy canes, snowmen and holly. To tell the truth it was the end of her shift and her 'elf' had already left, but the sight of the eager little bundle of orange fur made Candy decide to do a little unpaid overtime. It might have its own rewards, after all.
               This was her third year as a Santa in this mall and she found she really liked the seasonal job. The mall had a bit of an incident (well, a PR nightmare, to tell the truth) when their last mall Santa had been caught holding the kids a bit inappropriately. The management had bent-over backward to reassure the customers, and part of that was the new practice of having Mrs. Clause listen to the little kiddies' Christmas wishes.
               Candy had initially taken the job to make a little extra for the holidays, but she'd done so well the mall kept asking her to come back. And since she learned just how fun the job was, she always did. The mall had really wanted someone who was good with kids and who was non-threatening. Candy fit the bill perfectly - she was cute, outgoing and had a bubbly personality that the kids ate up but could put just enough seriousness in her voice when she asked them if they'd been good that year.
               True, at twenty-two she was a bit young to be Mrs. Clause, but she had a sort of north-pole look to her. She was a husky which in itself brought to mind arctic climes but while she was white down her front like most huskys the rest of her fur was a vivid cyan, with pale-pink markings here and there that made her look a little warmer. When the whole thing was wrapped in her red costume with its fluffy white trim, she was the perfect Santa, and most importantly one who wouldn't be caught with a stiffy in his pants when a kid jumped off his lap!
               Well, I'm definitely not gonna get caught...
               "Oh, I'm so sorry we're a little late, but the snow's really coming down and we got stuck in traffic. Would it be too much to ask..." the flustered vixen implored as her kit did her best to drag both her parent's forward the last few feet separating her and Santa, growling cutely with the effort.
               "It's no problem! Santa's always got time for good boys and girls." she cut off the girl's mother, watching as the vixen breathed a sigh of relief and released her kit.
               If the tiny fox even now dashing towards her minded this Santa was beardless and on the slim side she didn't show it, squealing with delight as Candy helped her up into her lap. She really did look adorable, with caramel-colored hair gathered into a short pony-tail, except a few unruly bangs that were almost a match for Candy's own.
               And her dress was just right as well, draping over the husky's lap and leaving the girls bare thighs and panty-covered tush to rub against her costume. The costume that fortunately hid some of Candy's less innocent traits. Nobody suspected, of course, since both her appearance and personality were quite feminine, as were some physical attributes, but Candy had a little cane. Hermaphrodites like here were rare, and she liked her little extra to be a surprise she only shared with those she really liked.
               Even though nobody could spot it, she'd been sporting a stiffy for the past few minutes. Her 'elf' this year was an adorably shy mouse-girl that she'd been subtly trying to talk into riding her sleigh, but the girl would always blush and stutter out that she had a boyfriend, either warning Candy off or just reminding herself.
               Candy had another reason she loved this job, and that was anything but innocent. The first time had been almost an accident - a little girl squirming a bit too much in her lap until Santa's shaft had nudged the panties covering her little slit aside, letting the tip slip in the next time she bounced. She was sure she was going to get busted that time, but the little mare's skirt had covered everything and the girl had managed to keep her cool even after Candy's tip had shot inside her young cunny, noggin her eggs.
               "And what's your name little girl?" she asked, looking down at the kit's deep brown eyes even as they gazed adoringly up at her.
               "Stacey!" the kit crooned in reply.
 She had been a bit skeptical when her mommy and daddy had told her they were going to a new mall and that they'd be seeing Mrs. Claus, but seated in the husky's lap she had to admit she was enjoying this more than ever. Every time she came up to a big, bearded Santa she would get a bit nervous and shy to be so close to a large, strange man, and she always ended up stuttering and looking dumb and awkward.
But sitting in Mrs. Claus' lap was different. She wasn't very big, and she looked pretty and smelled nice and when she put her arm around her waist, Stacey found herself cuddling up to get closer to her.
"And how old are you?"
"Eight since September!" the kit said proudly.
"And have you been a good girl Stacey?" Candy asked, her tone hinting at the right answer.
"U-huh! I'm in third grade and I still have all 'A's and I do gymnastics!" she rattled off her resume, beaming proudly up at Santa. 
"Ooh, such a clever little vixen!" Candy cooed in a voice so sweet it did her name justice. The kit in her lap just grinned as she squirmed a little closer. Stacey was quite proud of herself and saw herself as becoming more of an adult every day (but still not too old enough for presents from Santa Claus, she quickly added).
Candy spared the vulpine pair a glance, noting that they were still just getting their breath back, glad to have caught Santa at the last moment. They didn't seem to notice that one of Candy's paws was now resting on their daughter's rump, while the other remained out of sight. Or maybe they did, but just didn't think anything of it. After all, this 'Santa' was just an innocent young girl after all. Completely non-threatening.
The young canine was carefully using her grip on Stacey's tush to maneuver her into position, as well to just savor the sensation of the fluffy cheek filling the palm of her hand, feeling the kit's remaining baby-fat padding out nicely toned muscles. She was going to have boys drooling over that sweet little rump someday, but none of them would get to be her first.
She knew she'd hit her mark when the kit stiffened against her, a little gasp escaping that adorable muzzle as she felt something hard and very hot poke against the fabric covering her young slit. She had just enough time to feel the slight dampness of the cottony material when her cock throbbed and sent a squirt of pre against it, now soaking the bottom of her panties.
She took a few sniffs and her keen nose confirmed it. The little vixen was in heat! Form her age it had to be her first one, and by the fact she wasn't wearing a pad to soak up anything 'overstimulation' could produce, she judged her parents had waited a little too long for the birds-and-the-bees talk. Well, all the better for me... the husky bitch thought, trying to hide the thrill she felt.
The fact that she was in heat meant two things. One - little Stacey would be very eager for what she intended to share with her and what was even now poking against the thin cottony fabric covering the girl's young cunny. And two - the kit would be walking out of here with a very special present from Santa, although she would have to wait about nine months for it to arrive.
She felt a little sorry that Stacey would get the blame for letting a boy mount her, but she knew the parent's wouldn't be too hard on her since they dropped the ball by waiting too long to teach her about her developing body. The worst she would be looking at would be a nice spanking, and she tightened her grip on the little vixen's rump at the thought.
Even though she wasn't nervous, Stacey still found herself squirming in Mrs. Claus' lap. She could feel something poking her, something that was making her girl parts hot and kinda wet. It felt strange at first, but as she squirmed she could feel it press the crotch of panties against her little slit, and it felt sorta nice. She felt a hand move under her skirt, holding her breath at the thought that Santa might touch her naughty place, but the fingers just tugged at her undies.
"There we go, don't want your panties getting wet, now do we?" she husked into the girl's big pointy ear, seeing it twitch at the now intimate and sultry tone of her voice. She spared the parent's a glance, noticing with some satisfaction that they were talking to each other about something.
"Nu-huh..." the girl mumbled, feeling the cottony layer being pulled away, leaving her plump little lips naked under her dress.
"Are they pretty? What do they look like?"
"They're w-white with little pink flowers..." Stacey said, even as the hard hot thing poked against her now naked slit. It felt even warmer now that it was touching her bare skin, all hard and slick...
"Mmmh, and I bet you look beautiful in them..." ...and nothing else! she added to herself.
Stacey felt her heart flutter at the comment. She'd been called pretty, cute and adorable, but never beautiful. Beautiful was what her mother got called, and getting that compliment made her feel like a young vixen, rather than a little kit. She felt the hard thingy squirt a bit against her lips, and wondered briefly what it was and why it was making her wet down there. Still, it felt really nice and she found herself wriggling again, trying to sort of get the tip between her young lips.
The girl really is in heat... Candy thought as she watched the cub unwittingly try and catch her tip in her virgin cunny. She could have helped her out, but she was enjoying this, the look of concentration on the kit's face as she wriggled her rump, blindly trying to align her sex with the husky's throbbing member until.
"Eeeee..." the kit let out a little cry, her eyes going wide as the tip of Candy's member slipped an inch or two into her little honeypot, the plump young lips spreading around the stiff canine flesh. Her parent's spared the two a brief glance, but didn't realize anything was the matter.
Candy's face remained a pleasant mask even as she savored the sensation of the young heat-swollen sex parting around her, the girl's deliciously tight cunny wrapping around her shaft so tight that she was sure the kit could feel her heartbeat. Gymnastics indeed. The girl may have given her hymen to a pommel-horse, but it was Candy who took her virginity.
She saw the mother walk off, and managed to guess what the two had been talking about. They had originally planned to get some last-minute holiday shopping done and have Stacey see Santa at the same time, but they were running quite late. The stores would be closing soon so mommy was rushing off to do some shopping while daddy stayed with little Stacey.
She loved fathers in these situations, because they were very careful not to stare at her. And there was a lot to stare at, especially since the cute young husky was skilled with a needle and had altered her costume to be a bit tighter around the waist and chest. Enough that the tops of her perky young tits just showed past the fluffy white trim of her neck-line. And the fact that kids sat in her lap meant she couldn't sit with her legs crossed, which wasn't quite a problem since her skirt was long enough for the hem to reach her knees, but they were still careful not to look like they were trying to take a peak.
Not that there was anybody around to see them. All of the parents with kids wanting to see Santa had been and gone, and the rest were shoppers too busy to take their eyes of their lists to notice the three people still in the grotto. As a consequence, the poor tod had no idea that the tip of Candy's cock was even now snugly buried in Stacey's young sex, his girl about to become a woman before his very eyes.
Candy had to stifle a moan at the thought. The still stunned kit in her lap felt like heaven as her cunny wrapped around her shaft, but it was the thrill of doing such a naughty thing with such innocent little cubs (and right under their parents' noses) that did it for the canine gal. She was close, especially after her 'elf' had left her blue-balled (well, a darker shade of blue than they normally were...) after a whole day of showing her that perky mouse-butt wrapped in a short red-green dress.
Stacey wasn't sure what was going on down there but she did realize something had just gone a little bit inside her girl place. What she couldn't understand was how her body was reacting to it. She felt like it hurt a little and was aware that her lips were being stretched wide, but it also felt amazing. Since she'd woken up that day she felt like there was an itch that she couldn't scratch, but she figured she was just anxious to see Santa. 
Now she suspected that that whatever was spreading her girl parts open belonged to the pretty husky girl holding her tight on her lap. Her paw gave Stacey's rump a fondle, making the kit squirm which almost made her cry out as the hard, warm thingy shifted inside her. It was the best thing she'd ever felt and she cuddled up as close as she could to the canine holding her, rubbing her slim muzzle against Mrs. Claus' chest.
The girl's squirming had brought Candy right to the edge, and her face cuddling up to her bouncy bosom pushed her over. The fabric of the costume was thick enough that she didn't bother with a bra and the kit's muzzle had managed to rub right against a stiff nipple, the sensation electric even through the cloth between them.
Her face remained cheerful and affectionate as she cooed lovingly into the kit's ear, giving her slightly awkward daddy no clue that she was even then blasting a warm batch of sticky canine spunk into little Stacy's fertile womb. She could hear the little girl's gasps as her young mind tried to process the strange sensation of a cock spraying rope after rope of something hot and thick deep into her girl parts, a sensation her body would instinctively welcome since she was in estrus.
Her orgasm quickly tapered off, a small one since she didn't tie with the girl and one the husky knew wouldn't be near enough to make her cock go back into its sheath. And she could hardly leave here sporting a massive and very unfeminine boner, could she? And with such a nice, tight and obviously eager kit, why would she?
The father, she noticed, was idly staring around at anything but the pair, and she could tell he was holding his coat in front of his crotch, his nose no doubt picking up on something his mind refused to process. Candy had gotten away with this quite a few times, and she chalked her success down to sheer disbelief. Nobody could suspect that the nice young girl who the kids obviously loved could possibly have her cock in their little slits while they were in her lap. And besides, little Stacy hadn't cum yet, and Candy would hate herself if she sent the girl away frustrated and unsatisfied.
"Stacey, what would be the bestest, biggest present that Santa could bring you?" she asked, putting a devious little emphasis on 'biggest'.
"A p-pony..." the kit replied without thinking, wondering what the gooey stuff she could feel inside her was and why Santa had filled her with it.
"Oh. And can you actually ride a pony?"
"U-huh! I rode on one at the fair this summer. A man led it around in a circle and I didn't fall off once!" the kit quickly blurted out, feeling immensely proud of her horsemanship.
"Oh I believe you, but maybe you could still show me? Just pretend my lap is the saddle and show Santa how you moved around when you were on the pony..."
Eager to prove herself, Stacey began to move gently up and down and swivel a bit in Candy's lap, gasping softly as the motion made the canine cock prod and shift inside her. Candy smiled at the adorable little vixen 'riding' her, feeling a little bit of her cum oozing around the thick shaft still buried securely in the vixen's little cunny. Without anyone noticing, including the kit, she began to slowly spread her legs. Now with every up and down movement Stacey's tush sunk a little bit into the widening gap between the husky's shapely thighs, allowing for more of the young bitch's cock to slither further into the kit's sloppy sex.
She saw the mother come back and the sight of the attractive older vixen weighed down by various shopping bags made her cock twitch. Well, we know where you get your good looks from, Stacey. She couldn't hear the couple talking, but she saw the vixen pass what was obviously a half-completed shopping list to her hubby. The tod then left to tackle the rest of the shopping, leaving the mother to watch over her daughter.
Candy could see the wheels turning in the vixen's head while she tried to look like nothing was happening. It may have looked like her daughter was getting a little hot under the collar and bouncing in Santa's lap but if there was anything inappropriate, her husband would surely have reacted. Not to mention that it was clearly a nice young girl in that chair, there wasn't anything for little Stacey to boun... And anyway, her little kit was still a baby and she definitely wouldn't be reacting like that if someone was touching her down there. She must just really like Mrs. Clause.
Candy made sure the little girls dress was fanned out to hide everything going on down there, knowing that the noises of the mall would stop the vixen's ears from picking up the occasional squelch of her cock moving in and out of the bouncing Stacey's pussy, or the hot little pants leaving the kit's mouth.
And while Stacey was still determined to prove to Santa that she should get a pony, she had to admit that riding the husky's lap felt a little better. There was no trace of pain now, just a strange but wonderful...fullness as the husky's cock slid in and out of her now slippery special place. Her mother had told her she shouldn't let anyone touch her down there, but had refused to explain why, but she was sure Mrs. Clause was an exception. After all, strangers aren't allowed in the house, but Santa lets himself in every Christmas...
She began to feel a sort of fluttery sensation building down there, a little bit like when she rode a see-saw but just a tad lower and a lot nicer. She liked what Santa was doing, liked the feel of the pretty canine against her and the sweet smell of her filling her nostrils.
"That's very good Stacey, but what would it be like if the pony started to run a little?" Candy husked into one black-tipped ear, her sugary tone moving the kit to action. 
The young vixen was now bouncing vigorously in her lap and Candy could feel her knot slip just a fraction of an inch between her lips every time she fell down. It was nowhere near as big as what a male husky would have, and not enough to tie her with a grown-up woman (although they loved it slipping in and out!) but just enough for someone like the kit riding it now. Another thing that made Candy certain her cock was practically made for pretty little girls like Stacey.
She was already quite close to pumping another batch of puppy-juice up the bouncing kit's sex, most of her previous load having been pumped out by the motion of her cock in and out past those juicy lips. She could feel it soaking into the fluffy fur of her crotch and knew she'd have a lot to clean up when she got home but also knew from experience nothing would get on her costume.
"By the way Stacey, I haven't introduced myself. My name's Candy. Candy Clause. You like that?"
"U-huuh..." she said, still bouncing as her little voice shook and her eyes glazed.
The young husky could tell she was close, so she timed herself carefully to the kit's movements, and the next time her rump came falling down she gave a little buck upwards, slipping her knot past her lips. Stacey let out a short, high-pitched squeak before burying her muzzle into Candy's bosom, the husky's ample bust hiding any further squeals as her knot quickly inflated.
"Shhhh, you're a good girl Stacey, and Santa's going to do something very special with you..." she husked into the kit's ear, but she doubted the little vixen heard her.
She could feel the already tight sex tightening up even further, the silky walls pulsing around her as the kit had her first ever orgasm. It was the knowledge that she was the first person to make little Stacey cum that triggered her own climax as much as the young sex desperately milking her as the knot kept them tied and left only one place for her sperm to go.
"Mhh, mhh, mhh..." Stacey moaned, her cries muffled by the breasts her face was buried in.
The sensation of something growing even bigger in her had been scary for a moment, and it had stung when the bigger part of Candy's thingy forced its way inside her, but then something amazing happened. All those fluttery feelings that had been building up inside her seemed to be coursing through her body, her muscles twitching as the sensation of the thing growing inside her seemed like the best thing in the whole world.
She could feel the thingy inside her twitch again, and the feeling of warm wetness felt even better now. But unlike last time she felt like there was more being pumped into her special place and that because her little cunny was so full, the goo seemed to be going deeper inside her. The kit cooed, not actually realizing her young womb was being flooded with virile canine cum, but still reacting a little to some deep-buried breeding instinct.
"Is, uh, is everything okay?" the vixen asked a bit nervously, seeming worried that her kit might have had an 'accident' in the girl's lap.
"She's fine, just a little affectionate." Candy said, her voice never betraying that she was breeding the little girl for the second time today, all in front of her watching mother.
She could tell the woman had accepted the excuse. After all, Candy was being quite kind for staying past her work hours just so that Stacey wouldn't be disappointed, and this seemed like the first mall Santa the little kit actually liked. She was sure that her nerves were just a little bit frazzled after driving through heavy snow and reaching the mall with so little time to spare. This girl was a life-saver and she was being paranoid for no reason.
"Did you like that Stacey?" Candy asked, her voice low enough that only the panting kit could make out what she was saying.
"U-huh. I felt... tingly..."
"Well you sure showed me you can ride a pony, but it might be a little too big too big to fit on the sleigh..." she said, and the girl didn't seem disappointed. The way she looked right now, Candy was willing to bet she'd forgotten all about the pony she'd been so excited for only a few minutes ago. "But Santa could bring you something even more special..."
"Wh-wha?" the girl asked, looking up expectantly, childish greed driving out some of the post-coital haze from her mind.
"A baby..." Candy whispered in one ear, seeing it perk up in an instant.
"A baby!?" the kit asked in a loud whisper, sensing that this was a bit private but unable to hide her excitement. She didn't even know Santa could do that. Stacey had a little doll of a fox cub that the box said was just like a real baby and she took super-dooper good care of it so she knew she'd be great with a real kit.
"Mm-hmm, but it has to stay our little secret. That's something Santa only brings to very special cubs, and we can't have everyone knowing about it. Do you think you could do that?" she asked, although it was just for show. She'd already given the girl more than enough to breed her, but the kit was just adorable, and Candy felt like she still had a bit left.
"I can!" Stacey replied in a stage whisper, wriggling a little and sighing as the bulge trapped within her shifted.
"Good girl Stacey. Now I'll need you to help me a little. Just slip your little paw down here..." she said, sliding her own hand under the girl's dress and guiding it to the top of her little cunny.
Stacey's eyes went wide when she felt her little lips, her delicate fingertips telling her that the soft, plump lips were bulging out, wrapped around something hard just inside her little kitty. She felt Candy guide her fingers to the top, and writhed against her as her pads brushed against something very sensitive.
"There you go. That feels nice, doesn't it?" Candy cooed in a voice as sweet and thick as syrup.
"M-hmm..." the girl hummed in reply, keeping her jaw clenched as she explored the special spot.
"Now just rub that little spot and imagine your little tummy slowly getting bigger..." she whispered to the kit, her own shaft twitching at the thought of impregnating the little cutie.
Stacey did as she was told and Candy had to put in extra effort into keeping a straight face. As the kit stroked and rubbed her clit, she also rubbed against the knot wedged so snugly inside her warm little cunny, the hard piece of canine meat still fully erect and ready to pump another dose of pup-juice into the young vixen.
She wriggled around a bit in her seat, small movements that the vixen watching them wouldn't spot but that made her cock rub against Stacey's velvety walls in a way that set both their hearts racing. She kept fondling the girl's bouncy butt, the dress covering her paw as it squeezed and relaxed, Stacey's insides seeming to do the same every time she did. She also made sure to kiss the top of the kit's head whenever her mother wasn't looking, wanting to give little Stacy some affection as well as a good time.
The kit was now also moving, although just barely considering the intimate way the two were connected. Candy could feel her young sex, now molded around her member like a glove, the tip of her canine cock perfectly aligned with the kit's cervix and just itching to give her another dose of husky spunk.
Looking up she noted that Stacey's father had returned, both parent's on hand to witness their daughter taking her third load of the day. They were a bit anxious, but still oblivious. Stacey was obviously a single child, and her parents seemed worried they might be spoiling her a little and that she was taking too long, testing the nice young lady's patience. As it happened they were both close to being done, but the husky still had a little something in mind for a finale.
"Mmh, who's inside you Stacey?" she asked, her voice soft but enough for the girl to hear.
"Y-you are..." Stacey replied, knowing for some time it was the case. She still wasn't sure how, since she knew boy's had a pee-pee down there, but girls didn't. Anyway, if it was a pee-pee inside her it would have felt gross. Whatever Mrs. Clause had put up her little slit felt like heaven.
"And what's my name Stacey?" she added, her voice sibilant as her climax approached.
"C-Candy..."
"A little louder Stacy..." she said, gently bucking the girl up and down in her lap. She knew the kit was close by the shaky tone of her voice, and she knew that her knot tugging on her lips would send her over.
"Candy!" the girl squealed out, shuddering as her young pussy once again began to spasm around the impaling rod.
The husky couldn't help but grin, knowing that she'd made the girl cry her name out as she came, and that nobody would think twice about a kid asking Santa for candy. She felt her sack pull up and looked up from the kit's adorable face at her parents. It gave her a little extra thrill that the pair were watching their grandchild be conceived while having no idea.
She held Stacey for a while, feeling her shaft finally give in to exhaustion and quickly deflate. The two older foxes had gotten their phones out and had missed when she'd gently pulled the little vixen off her cock, the knot leaving those plump young lips with a little wet noise as Candy skillfully pulled her panties back, knowing that the fabric and the girl's fluffy fur would soak up most of the mess. 
"Now Stacey, be sure to clean yourself down there before going to sleep, and to keep our little secret, okay?"
"Okay..." the kit replied dreamily, feeling a little empty now that Candy was no longer in her girl-place.
"Okay Stacey, you've been a very good girl and Santa will make sure you get everything that we talked about." She said loud enough for the parents to hear, giving the girl a little wink and watching her face light up. 
"Oh thank you miss, you're a lifesaver! Hope we didn't keep you too long..." the vixen breathed out, genuinely grateful and completely oblivious that the little girl even now clasping her hand was now a young woman.
"No problem at all ma'am. One of the perks to being the last in line to see Santa." She said, waving the three goodbye.
She wasn't sure if Stacey did it on purpose, but as they were walking away she twitched her tail enough to lift her dress for a second, giving Candy a parting glance at her cum already soaking through the crotch of the girl's panties and into the downy white fur of her thighs. Her own cock was back in its sheath, the Santa costume covering her own messy loins.
The kit she knew would begin to show quite soon, given her age. Even if she told them Santa brought her her baby, they wouldn't believe it. After all, Santa was a female and they'd been watching them the whole time. Most likely they'd assume she played a 'special' game with some boy and blame themselves for not telling her about sex in time. Stacey would, of course, learn what happened once she learned about sex, but Candy wasn't worried about the kit turning her in. After all, none of the others had so far, and they always came back every holiday season to sit in her lap again!