Eve hopped on the mall Santa's lap. The young raccoon boy smiled an innocent kid's smile up to the fox, whose laughter made Eve bounce around slightly against the older fat male's stomach. Or maybe that was just fake stuffing, not that he would know.

"Ho ho ho, have you been a good boy this year, Eve?" the fox asked, the smell of mint on his breath.

The raccoon perked his ears up in awe. "Hey! How'd you know my name?" he asked in a high-pitched voice.

"No matter, young lad," the fox grinned underneath his long puffy white beard. "Now, tell me. What would you like for Christmas?"

Eve blushed, looked down and shuffling his legs a little. Taking the hint, the fox leaned in closer and said, "You can whisper it to me." With a nod, the raccoon put his muzzle close to Santa's ear, and said it.

Fox Santa's jaw went ajar slightly, but he said nothing. For a moment, he was perfectly still, then sat up straight again and nodded, patting the boy on his head like. He laughed casually, "I see, I see. I'll make sure you get just that. Now hurry along, I have many gifts to give today."

 

It was midnight, Christmas. Eve lay in his bed, fast asleep. The poor boy had tried staying awake to spy on Santa coming and putting the presents under the tree, but despite his best effort, the poor coon boy fell asleep.

But then his ears twitched, and he stirred, groaning at some unpleasant sound. And then his eyes opened. Santa?! He instantly shot up out of his bed, as quietly as he could, and crept near the doorway of his bedroom. Slowly, he eased the door ajar, and peered out to the tree in the living room.

Nothing. He sighed, disappointed, and turned around back to his bed and laid back down. He tried snuggling up with his covers to get comfortable, but it was quickly apparent that his cover was warmer and fluffier than normal. Wait a minute.

He sniffed a few times, and the scent was not his own. Eve strained his eyes in the dark, trying to focus on... on...

"Hello, Eve. Merry Christmas," the fox said. This time, he had no beard, and he wasn't fat. He was quite handsome, lithe yet toned, and his slender, perfect muzzle had the most evil grin plastered onto it.

"W-w... who are you?!" the boy managed to stutter out, so scared he couldn't scream or run.

'Santa' laughed. "Pft, you know who I am, Eve. I'm the guy whose lap you grinded your cute little ass on and told me you wanted-"

Eve shh'd and put his hand on the mall Santa's mouth. "You can't say it out loud!"

"Fine, then I'll just do it and get it over with," the fox scoffed. He grabbed the boy and forced him to lay on his back, and sat on his chest. Having revealed himself from under the covers, a large knotted vulpine dick was now visible, fully erect and formed and smacks directly against the kid's snout. Eve blushed profusely and closed his eyes, and opened his mouth to scream. Of course, it's quite difficult to scream with a mouth full of foxcock. 'Santa' crammed his meat into that open muzzle the instant he saw the opportunity, forcing himself to bite his bottom lip to stifle a moan, knowing if he yelled in pleasure, Eve's parents would find him.

"Here it comes, squirt," the fox moaned quietly, and held himself still, and made sure his knees kept the boy firmly in place while one of his hands firmly gripped the kid's head, making sure he couldn't turn away. The first salty taste dribbled onto the raccoon's tongue, and he had no choice but to swallow it, being incapable of spitting it out right now. This foul flavor, he knew what it was... Fox piss! The boy had asked Santa if he could taste it for Christmas. Such an odd, perverted request. "Drink up!" he growled in a dominating tone, unleashing the torrent of musky, salty liquid. It came so fast and in such a large amount that Eve couldn't swallow it fast enough, gagging and choking, coughing up some of it over his cheek. Some even got into his nose, and the smell was awful. Awful, overpowering, manly... Somehow, he wanted more!

Blushing, the raccoon tried to regain control of himself and gulp down as much as he can, even suckling on the thick meat in his mouth. His tongue flicked around all over it, trying to swallow and taste as much of the flavor as he can. This made 'Santa' moan quite loudly, a bit more loudly than he would have preferred. The fox pulled himself out of the boy's muzzle after his bladder was empty, and then slapped Eve's cheek with his cock painfully hard.

"Ow!" Eve whined. "What was that for?"

"It's hot," the older male shrugged. He leaned down and licks all over the raccoon's face, tasting his own urine, and then kissed him. Eve didn't need to be asked to open his mouth wide, letting Santa lick around as he pleased inside his muzzle, until the kiss was swiftly broken and the boy flipped over onto his stomach.

"H-hey!"

"Quiet, you talk too much," was all 'Santa' replied with. He spanked the boy once for good measure, making sure he would be quiet. And he indeed did, surprisingly. Eve whined, but kept his mouth shut and muffled his cries. The fox smiled sinisterly, and smacked that cute ass again! Eve closed his eyes tight, a tear running down his cheek, but he still kept his mouth shut. "Very good," he complimented. After that, he roughly grabbed the raccoon's cheeks, spread them painfully wide, and pressed his cock tip firmly against the boy's hole. This wasn't part of the boy's request, but it's not like he really cared. The small girly cub boy was too cute to resist.

A single thrust later, and you had one very stuffed raccoon Christmas stocking. The boy couldn't hold it back anymore, and screamed at the top of his lungs, but only for a short second. 'Santa' quickly covered the boys muzzle with a palm, painfully squeezing it shut. "Shut up!" the older vulpine growled. As the fox dick pulled back, Eve could feel his inner flesh pulling back with it, every pulse from the fox's veins vibrating inside against his rings, and then a muffed, painful scream when the meat plunges back into him.

The boy must never have even so much as fingered himself! Eve was so tight, so untouched, that it almost made 'Santa' want to cram his knot in right now and tie. But not right now, very soon, but first. "Beg me," the fox growled into the boy's ear in quiet whisper, laying on his lap while he keeps pounding away. He released Eve's muzzle, though stays prepared to cover him back up if he screams.

"F-... for what?" he managed to cry out.

Instead of answering with any words, 'Santa' pounds again, but instead of pulling back, he keeps his knot firmly placed against the raccoon's outer ring, almost pressing hard enough to pop in, but not quite.

For a few moments, Eve didn't answer, just shivering and moaning. "Please..."

"Speak up!" the fox barked, spanking the boy's ass.

Bravely, the smaller male reached behind him, grabbing the fox's ass and trying to push him forward while he raised himself to push his rump against the fox's crotch. "Please, kn... knot me."

That's all it took. Hardly a second later, a nearly baseball-sized fox knot ripped into the young kid's hole, flaring up and tying them together. A torrent of hot seed erupted inside, not a single drop leaking out thanks to the tie. During the fox's climax, he bit down hard enough on the back of Eve's neck to break his skin, this time not bothering to cover his mouth, wanting to hear him scream.

Once the cum stopped flowing, they both collapsed on the bed, panting and saying nothing. 'Santa' licked Eve's neck clean of blood, and kissed his cheek. "Merry Christmas. You've been a good boy this year."