Oh the weather outside was frightful, but the fire was so delightful.

Beau and Belle didn’t mind so much that it was snowing outside and there was no place for them to go. It was the week before the big day, Christmas. The rest of the family was out enjoying the fruit of holiday parties, leaving the pair of squirrel-fox cubs alone to enjoy themselves. Given the snow swirling down outside, they wouldn’t be interrupted for quite some time.

A bad movie marathon had commenced. There had been one too many eggnog's spiked clandestinely with the parent's sherry and the second movie had proved a bit boring. This had brought on the stupid dares of bored cubs. Writing your name in the snow outside had been performed, and the pair had just come scampering back inside, shivering after performing side by side naked snow angels. They had been a sight, their bodies buried such that only the white of their bellies had been visible above the piled snow.

Settling next to the fire under a blanket, they preened, picking the larger chunks of snow out of each others fur. These touches slowly turned into caresses and tickling as they let the warmth of the hearth roll over them. It was only a matter of time before Belle toke her brothers sack in one hand and lightly squeezed it.

“I want an early Christmas present.” She murmured, bending down to take the tip of the boy's growing cock into her mouth, stopping only long enough to spit out a larger wad of snow her lips had removed from the other cubs fur.

“You keep that up and it won’t be snow whitening your fur.” Beau said as he leaned back on his elbows, relishing the feelings welling up inside him.

“Mm-ugh.” Belle made a sound as she sucked harder, tongue running deliciously along the underside of the boy’s shaft.

“Oh God.” Beau gasped, paws balling up as he felt his sack doing the same. “That’s it. Stroke Santa’s furry hat.” A moan escaped as he felt Belle’s lips tighten around the swollen head of his cock, her tongue toying with the urethral opening there.

Belle was in heaven as she lapped up the copiously flowing precum pouring out of her brother. By now one hand was busy, lightly toying with her clit, drawing the moisture of her overflowing opening up to bath the nubbin in all that goodness that could be more tasty them a candy cane. With an impish grin, she pulled her mouth off Beau’s cock, eliciting a groan of disapproval that was swiftly silenced by the now wet fingers of Belle’s hand tracing the underside of her brother’s shaft.

“I really, really want Santa’s creamy filling.” Belle let her fingers tighten enough to tug lightly on the cock. “And I’m feeling a little cold. I think you need to warm me from behind.” 

That was enough for the lad, as a rope of cum shot out from the tip of his cock. 

This is when things got weird.

There was what could only be described as a SNAP! Some people have the earth move when they have sex, in this case it was more as if the earth came to a sudden and screeching halt. The light took on a warm tone. The shadows of firelight that had been dancing their primal dance all over the room stopped dead. Everything stood still, including the rope of cum that had been jetting from Beau’s cock. 

Belle opened her eyes. She had felt the pulse climb up her brother’s cock. She had expected her face and mouth to be bathed in glorious heat of his fresh seed, and yet nothing had happened. She did not expect to see that same seed, sparkling, paused in mid flight an inch from her waiting face. Beyond it was her brother looking some some bizarre and twisted Greek sculpture with his face locked in a rictus of pleasure, his erect cock thrust lewdly forward as he rested on his elbows, frozen in place.

“Beau?” She said softly, reaching out to touch him lightly, then poked harder when he failed to move. “What the…” Belle stood, and circled her brother, eying him, the rope of cum, the strange unmoving flames of the fireplace. Then she returned to her hands and knees, shaking her brother more wildly in an attempt to make him move, acknowledge her, or quite frankly do anything.

“That’s it. Give Santa a proper look now.” This voice was new, and coming from behind her, where the still fireplace shed its light from unmoving flames.

The sudden outburst of a strange voice caused Belle to fall forward, entangling herself with the immobile limbs of her brother. Terror tinged her emotions as she struggled to turn around, to see just who or what had spoken. She could barely make out the figure, clad in robes, though every time she tried to focus on their features, they seemed to shift. Avian, canid, reptilian, all were represented at some point. 

“Ho, Ho, Ho! Santa likes to watch and all, but he didn’t come here just to let you two keep playing. Stand up now and let Santa get a good long look at you.” One paw reached down to help untangle Belle from the mess of blanket and brother. 

“Santa?” Belle came to her feet, brain clicking into gear. “Why are you here?” Her eyes fluttered down to her brother, and then back to Santa. “Is he going to be alright?”

Santa smiled, and reached out to touch the string of cum that still twinkled in the air, one drop snapping back into reality with a slight popping noise. That gob dangled tantalizingly from a finger tip. Raising it to eye level, Santa studied it briefly before inhaling deeply of the scent and touching it to his tongue.

“Delightful.” He murmured, before turning their attention back onto Belle. “Oh yes, quite okay. I didn’t come here to play with a wood elf today, as tempting and delicious as he might be.” Santa chuckled and slowly cast his gaze down Belle's nude form. “Santa does enjoy bringing joy to the little children.”

Belle smiled. “Ah. I take it my brother and I are on the naughty list?” At the word naughty, one hand lightly ran along her unclothed form.

“The just naughty enough list.” Santa smiled, and reached out to gently pat Belle’s mound, one finger lingering to explore. “Santa has been listening to the requests of those spoiled brats at the mall, and without so much as being able to cop a good feel.” He huffed out a sigh, and lightly stroked the space between  Belle’s lower lips. “I heard someone taking my name in vain nearby. Thankfully it was a pair of cubs who made it a little difficult on one of my helpers last year. In your ‘trying to get comfortable’, you left quite an impression on them.”

“And a wet spot.” Belle chimed in with a naughty smile, only to gasp as Santa gently flicked her bean. 

“Ah yes.” Santa, drew up his finger to give it a deep sniff, before sucking it clean. “I do recall the wet spot. Now if you will excuse me...” With that Santa bent down and latched his mouth onto the sex of the cub, tongue lapping vigorously as he traced the lips, the folds, the hidden and needful places of his partner.

Belle found herself backed up against the couch, head thrown back as she let the feelings wash over her body. Santa’s head seemed to settle down to something with horns, for which Belle was grateful as she tried to pull the entirety of  Santa’s head deeper into her crotch. His tongue was hitting all the proper spots, as he curled it to hit just that spot that it was so hard for her brother to find at times.  “Deeper.” She gasped, feeling the first wave of pleasure wash over her.

“Sssuch a demanding one.” Came a sibilant hiss as Santa’s tongue grew longer, thinner, and more forked. Now it was less filling her and more probing, corkscrewing deeper and deeper, opening her up like only a cock or perhaps a favoured toy had so far. Soon it was lapping, tickling the opening of her cervix, causing the cub to gasp and a second wave of pleasure and a gush of fluids from her form.

Even as she was basking in this wave of pleasure and before she knew what was happening, Belle found herself bent over the padded arm of the couch. Santa stoking the fire of her loins. 

Unlike some lovers she had taken, Santa seemed to fit her almost as perfectly as her twin. Each curve, each thrust feeling just right, perfectly placed. Panting, she reached behind her to tug her tail further out of the way, not wanting anything to disrupt this rutting. Another moan escaped her lips as she felt a moistened finger invade her anus, even as Santa's cock swelled, starting to pump her full of the creamy goodness she had so desired mere minutes ago. More and more of the hot sticky fluid filled her, and she could feel it start to overflow around the point of their coupling. Yes. Santa has a very large sack, and right now it was all for her.

When they finally separated, Belle was sated. Her pink fur was matted once again, this time with the white sticky goodness of Santa. Tired eyes followed the robed figure of Santa as he refastened his belt, and patted his pockets in the fashion of a man checking to make sure he still had his wallet and keys.

“Well then lass, if you will pardon me, I need to make another visit tonight.” One clawed finger tapped lightly on the side of his snout. “I have a girl who’s letter said she really wanted to have a baby sister to play with, and I need to make sure that comes about.” A vial of  pills and a second of an amber liquid appeared and danced merrily around Santa's fingers for a second. “Of course, I think I might just grant her secret desire. Her dad will be back from overseas tonight, and Santa does like to... keep an eye on his charges.” With a hearty laugh, there was another pop and Santa was gone.
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"Okay, now that is kind of hot."

Beau commented as his eyes moved over the scene. He had just been in the throws of a sister induced orgasm, and when he opened his eyes there was Belle, sated and covered in cum still bent over the couch. A sudden splosh and wetness appeared on his paw, as the rope of cum he had shot finally snapped back into reality and landed on his paw. 

“What the heck? Belle? Why do I have a butt plug up my ass and where did that candy cane dildo come from?”

His only answers were a contented sigh from his sister, and the faint echo of ‘Ho, ho, ho!’ that rattled around in the chimney before disappearing into the swirling snowy eve.