Nicholas growled as he rolled over in bed. His eyes glaring at the glowing red digits of his alarm clock. 

He’d awoken mere moments before it was about to go off and was trying to find the strength to reach forward and switch the damned thing off before the annoying racket began.

Just as he was about to, his fingers mere inches from the switch, the blaring screech of the clock filled the room. With a deep growl he grasped the device and hurled it across the room, the flimsy plastic casing shattering against the wall, but the noise still continued.

His eye twitched as he glared at the still functioning remains of the clock before his feet hit the floor. He snatched it up from the wood flooring of his private home and chucked it out the window.

Today was the day. That most tiresome of days. The one where he had enough power to bend time itself to his will and spend the next “decade” of his immortal life delivering toys to good children and coal to the naughty. 

After doing this job for centuries he was fed up. Whatever cosmic force that had created him saw no point in him stopping, it didn’t matter if people didn’t believe in him… or if there wasn’t even a damn tree in a house.. he still had to deliver presents. 

And all he ever got for his blood, sweat, and tears was a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. 

His eyes, normally a soft blue turned coal black as he stared out into the icy wasteland that was his home. Stray snowflakes and small gusts of cold blowing through the jagged hole the clock had made in the glass.

It was time he got something for all his hard labors. The universe owed him as much for spreading “Joy” and “Good will” since he had been created.

But what?

Stepping up to the broken window he waved a furred hand, magically repairing the glass, the sight of brown fur and antlers down below catching his attention. Dasher, one of his lead Reindeer stood below, just outside his front door, in his anthro form.  Clutched in the buck’s hand was a scroll, one he had been expecting.

Hauling himself out his bedroom door, Nicholas tugged a pair of satin red boxers up his white furred legs, before making his way down the stairs and to the front door. With a grumble he opened it and stepped to the side, allowing the reindeer into his home.

Now, on most days seeing Dasher and the others didn’t bother him. They were his only company while “on the road.” He was also used to Dasher’s near constant nakedness when in his two legged form.

Dasher didn’t see the point in clothing, seeing as he spent a majority of his time running through the cold winter air with his nuts hanging out anyways while on deliveries.

But today was.. different.. it was like the sight of Dashers furred muscled rump had sparked something in him.

“Mornin’ Nick,” Dasher spoke, drawing him out of his thoughts, “brought the invoice from the elves.”

He grumbled to himself as he took the offered scroll, it hadn’t been the one he was thinking of… but he had been expecting this as well. He unravled it and looked at the price listed towards the bottom.

“600,000 units?” Nicholas roared, “What? Do they think I’m made of magic?!”

Dasher shrugged, “Do you know how much effort they have to put into infiltrating apple to learn all there is to know about making iPads?”

His glare turned to Dasher. The studly buck always did show a certain amount of nonchalance, nothing that went on around Dasher really affected him. And today… that aspect of Dasher’s personality bugged him.

Crumpling the paper he tossed it into a nearby wastebasket. “Tell them they’ll get 300,000 thousand units after christmas.. and the rest in spring. That bitch Mother Nature owes me a few favors anyways,” He grumbled, before making his way to the living room and plopping himself down in his favorite chair.

Dasher shrugged again. “Alright…” Nicholas glared at the reindeer's back as the other male made to leave the house. Perhaps he was overreacting… but the buck’s indifference only pissed him off more.

“Dasher.. your ass.. in here… now…” He spoke lowly.

The buck turned a curious look to him before closing the front door and making his way to the small couch that sat opposite to his chair before the fire place.

“Sup, Santa?” Dasher asked. That was another thing about Dasher… he reminded him of all those smug teenagers, the ones who thought they knew everything… the ones who thought him to be nothing more than a lie parents told their children.

“I think it’s time you and I had a talk about your attitude,” he replied, as an idea occurred to him, as he looked over Dasher’s muscled form. 

A wicked grin came to his features. 

“What about it?” 

“I think you need to be taught a little lesson in respect,” He rumbled, stepping over to the reindeer and sitting his much larger form down next to him.

“Nick.. you know I respect you,” The reindeer had a look of confusion upon his face, his brown furred form shifting further away from him on the couch.

“I don’t think you really do… but you’re gonna learn in a minute,” Nicholas growled, launching his massive polar bear body onto the reindeer, pushing him down against the couch. The thick muscles of his arms bulging as he held Dasher down on the cushion. 

“You parade around here like some kind of porn star… so I’m gonna treat you like one,” he spoke, taking both of the reindeer’s hands in one grip and pulling them above the males head, using a bit of magic to tie them to them tightly to Dasher’s antlers. 

“You act like nothing affects you…. so I’m work a reaction right out of your body,” His large hand grasped Dasher’s soft length and balls, the reindeer trying to jerk his body back but a hand on his shoulder prevented his movement.

“Nick.. look, don’t do this man,” Dasher spoke through gritted teeth, trying to pull his hands free of the mystical ties. Even more so as Nicholas waved his hand and an unseen force hiked his legs up into the air, exposing his tight tail hole to the large polar bear. 

Nicholas smiled and licked his chops, pushing his boxers down just enough for them to fall to the floor, his thick black erection already hard and throbbing in the air. “Oh but I do Dasher, I’m gonna fill you with Christmas spirit, if I have to fuck it into you.”

Slowly, never once letting his gaze move from Dashers, Nicholas got down on his knees next to the couch, pulling the reindeer’s rump closer to the edge with one hand as he lined the pre moistened tip of his cock with that tight virgin hole. “And that’s Mr. Claus to you!”

Grasping Dasher’s hips he thrust forward, hilting himself and fulling claiming the reindeer’s ass with one swift movement, Dasher howling loudly as his ass was stretched wide around his girth.

“Fuck.. Mr. Clause.. take it out.. it… gah… I don’t… swing this way,” Dasher groaned, even as his cock began to stir, his body responding in kind to the sense of fullness Nicholas’s length provided, not to mention how it was currently throbbing against his prostate.

Keeping himself hilted in the buck, Nicholas grasped Dasher’s twitching member, “Oh you do now… your hot little ass is working me like there’s no tomorrow.”

Nicholas grinned broadly as he watched Dasher, writhe and wriggle against the couch. Who knew all he had to do was stick a cock in him to get a good reaction. 

“N-no…” Dasher groaned, “I have a .. a mate..”

“Well she’s gonna have to find her a new buck.. cause you just became my doe,” Nicholas began to pull back then, relishing in the slight sucking sensation Dasher’s hole provided before he rolled his hips forward and impaled the buck again, his thick fully balls smacking audibly against the reindeer’s muscled rump.

“Oh god…” Dasher groaned again, rolling his head aside to avert his gaze from the large form of the bear fucking him. 

Nicholas’s large hand grasped his muzzle and forced him to look at the bear, making watch as the large male situated between his legs surged in and out of his body. The polar bear’s large belly bouncing slightly with the force of his thrusts.

This was it… this was what he would take from those who he delivered presents too. Ever father who treated him like a lie… and every teenager that forgot about him… they’d all get an ass full of his special brand of christmas spirit. 

Dasher’s insides were so warm and tight around his cock, squeezing him, working his length, he couldn’t hold back the groan. 

It had been so long since he’d last blown a load. Mrs. Clause had left him a few hundred years back, and since then he hadn’t had even the slightest bit of tail.

But tonight that would change. He’d get every last bit of ass on earth.. and all in one night!

The thought aroused him so much he couldn’t stop himself from bucking wildly into Dasher,  growling deeply as he began to shoot thick creamy ropes of cum into the other male. 

“Ahh.. fuck.. no… not in my… ass!” Dasher cried out below him. The reindeer could only sit back and watch as Santa Clause sated his lusts upon his body, even noting that his own cock was thick and hard against the Bears round belly. He’d… he’d enjoyed it!?

“Mmmnn.. fuck… “ Nicholas groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, reveling in the warm sticky feeling around his penis.

“Are… are you done?” Dasher asked weakly.

“No,” Nicholas growled, grabbing Dasher’s cock in one hand and giving it a small pump of his fist, “And from the looks of it neither are you… good thing we’ve got all day before anyone expects us back at the Sleigh.”

And so throughout the length of Christmas Eve, Nicholas Clause road Dasher’s firm rump relentlessly. Till Dasher was nothing more than a cum soaked mess and the pleasure Nicholas had forced upon him had made him into an addict for Santa Bear cock. 

Of course… Nicholas might have worked a bit of Christmas magic for that last bit… But even Santa was allowed to give himself a present.

Come the evening, Nicholas had pulled up his red fur lined pants, before donning his coat and hat. He looked over to where he had left Dasher, The reindeer strung up by red strips of wrapping tape near the fireplace, his hole gaping slightly and dripping thick globs of bear cum onto the floor below. Dasher’s own length dangling hard in the open air below him, dripping his own load to mix with the pool below.

“Rudolph will take point tonight, You just sit tight Dasher.. I’ll be back before you know it,” Nicholas spoke, giving one of the buck’s ass cheeks a light smack before heading out the door.

If Nicholas’s power to bend time was anything to go by… from Dasher’s perspective Santa Clause would be walking right back in the door in about five minutes… ready to work that sweet reindeer rump again.

But first things first!

He eyed the large barn-house structure that held his other reindeer along with his sled.

He had a world to collect payment from.