"Every year!" grumbled Manx. "Every freaking year... and he drags me along. Why doesn't he just get a reindeer, instead of having me drag the sleigh? At the very least, he could stop with the ridiculous fake horn. Does he really have to tie it to my head?" As if to prove his point, the ornamental reindeer horn affixed to Manx's head with twine caught on a sting of colored lights. He paused for a moment to untangle himself, muttering under his breath.

It was, of course, Christmas Eve, and Manx was, of course, in Whomston with his friend Green. At the moment, Green was on top of a roof somewhere, trying to work his way down some hapless person's chimney. Manx had taken the opportunity to wander off and be his usual grumpy self.

Manx padded through the village, the dog slipping on the ice despite his four-footed stability. Everywhere he looked, he saw signs of good cheer--wreaths, boughs of holly, bells, lights. It looked like there had been a great festival earlier.

"But of course we couldn't come down for the festival," Manx muttered. He was still in a bad mood. "No, we have to wait until everyone's gone to bed, because we have to preserve the... the air of mystery, and the--oh, bother!" Manx lost his footing and tumbled down a hill into a snowbank. He sneezed as he poked his head out, just as a tree branch dropped even more snow onto him.

"Bugger this for a lark," muttered Manx. "I'm going inside."

It took Manx a surprisingly long time to find a window that wasn't locked or sealed closed with frost, and by the time he did, he was soaked through his fur, shivering, and even more disgruntled than he had already been. He nosed the window open and slipped inside, legs scrabbling against the windowsill for purchase. He looked around as he landed, alert for anyone still awake. He heard nothing but soft, sleepy breathing, and after a moment he relaxed. The dog shook out his fur, achieving a slight improvement in dryness, and padded over to the tree. Not many people knew it, but trees gave out a lot of heat. He curled up between two gaudily-wrapped presents.

Despite all his grumbling, Manx actually enjoyed their yearly visits to Whomston. It was always so quiet and peaceful. It was quiet and peaceful back on the mountain, too, but it was a different kind of quiet. On the mountain, it was the quiet of a holiday spent alone. Down in the village, the quiet had a cozier quality too it.

Of course, Manx would have liked to be part of the festival, too, but he'd take what he could get.

Manx didn't remember drifting off, but he must have, because the next thing he knew, he was waking up to the sound off footsteps. He looked up, blinking his way into alertness. In the doorway across the room stood a pinkish blur. After a couple more blinks, it resolved into a rather curvy pink squish.

Manx sighed. "Please tell me your name isn't Cindy Loo."

She shook her head. "No. It's Sin."

Manx blinked. "Sin? That's a... are you made of rubber?" Sin just shrugged. Manx sighed and curled up again. "Well, it's nice to meet you, but I was in the middle of sleep. Good night." Manx closed his eyes and was about ten seconds into falling asleep when something nudged him. He opened his eyes to find that Sin had curled up next to him... right next to him, as it happened.

"Hey!" he protested as he worked his way out of the spoon. "What are you doing?"

"You looked comfy," replied Sin innocently. "And warm."

"Yeah, well..." Manx tried to roll Sin away from him but she sort of just rolled back. "Don't you have a bed?"

"Sure. But you're comfier."

Manx rolled his eyes. "Go back to bed. I'm not comfortable at all. It'll be like sleeping on a bed of gravel."

Sin smiled at him. "Well, there is something hard poking into my side."

There was a pause.

"Why are you even awake?" Manx asked exasperatedly.

"I got up for a glass of water."

"So go get one, then."

"I checked," Sin said. "All we have is grape juice."

"What's wrong with grape juice?"

Sin snuggled into him. "Mm, never mind."

"I'm not going to get you to go away, am I?" asked Manx. Sin shook her head. "Egad... well, I may as try to get some sleep, then." Manx closed his eyes again.

A minute later something nudged him again, in a decidedly more intimate manner. Manx let out a quiet yelp. "What is it you want? No, don't answer that." Manx squirmed. "Look, I'm trying to sleep."

Sin rubbed against him, making a soft squeaking noise. "Most of you is. Some of you isn't."

"Yeah, well, erk..." Manx had intended to voice a well-reasoned argument, but Sin had run her tongue over his balls. It was kind of distracting. "Um... Look... Hey..."

Sin looked up. "Yes?"

Manx sighed. "You know what? Never mind."

"Great." Sin grinned widely and went back to his balls. Manx's shaft slipped out of his sheath, and Sin started licking that, too. Manx closed his eyes as the wet, rubbery tongue licked, caressed, and--he was certain--wrapped around his member.

"You're good at this," he managed through his panting. Sin didn't reply but just kept at it.

Eventually the sensations became too much for Manx, and his cock started throbbing and twitching. "Sin--I'm going to--" Before he could finish, his balls tensed up and a thick shot of cum sprayed out his cock. Sin pulled her head back just in time to get it full in the face, as well as the next one and the next. She smiled happily and kept stroking his cock as Manx unloaded himself onto her. Eventually he tapered off, breathing hard.

Sin ran her tongue over her lips and cheeks, licking up Manx's seed. "Now you can go to sleep," she said, and curled up happily.

Manx stared at her for a minute. She seemed to be fast asleep. He shrugged to himself and curled himself around her, waiting for his erection to go down so he could sleep.

Some time later, Manx was still awake. His knot had gone down, but he was still as hard as ever, and sleep was simply not coming. He shook his head, a little surprised at himself, and nudged Sin with a paw. She rolled over toward him, smiling sleepily, and then looked down. Her smile widened as she saw his problem.

"Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She got up on her knees as Manx rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll take care of that." She bent over on her hands and knees, giving Manx a delightful view of her pussy. The fluids leaking from it made her thighs even shinier.

Manx didn't need any more invitation than that. Grinning widely, he jumped up on top of Sin and slipped himself into her. She relaxed happily into him as he started thrusting slowly, taking long strokes that drew him almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Sin didn't moan so much as make happy little "Hmmnympmah" noises, which were somehow both cutely endearing and incredibly sexy. Throw in the way her pussy fit around his cock perfectly, rippling and squeezing and pulsing, and it wasn't long before Manx was pounding into her full speed. His knot started to swell up, and he started pushing it in and out of her with every thrust. Sin arched her back and shivered in pleasure. "Oooh..." she murmured. "Come on... don't hold back."

Manx groaned, his body on fire and his cock incredibly hard. Something about Sin just drove him insane. He could feel his climax as through it were a physical presence, pressing against him from inside and outside alike. He held it off for as long as he could, but all too soon he felt the pressure build behind his knot. "Sin..." He hugged himself against her, his paws slipping over her heavy breasts briefly before settling around her stomach. His knot seemed to grow even larger, Sin's pussy stretching with an audible squeak, and he let loose into her. He could swear he felt her belly getting rounder and heavier beneath his paws as he pumped his cum into her womb. He kept thrusting, trying to hold onto the moment, but eventually his knot locked inside her as his orgasm intensified to a peak. After he finished, he all but collapsed on top of her, panting.

"Sorry about the knot," he murmured. "It may be a while before--"

Sin slipped out from under him, his knot popping out of her with a pop and a squeak. "Stay here, hon. I'll be right back."

Manx was too tired out to object. He rolled onto his side, his knot slowly deflating, his shaft covered in cum. He closed his eyes contentedly.

A few minutes later, Sin came back. "Hello again."

Manx looked up and jerked violently in surprise, letting out a yelp. Sin's soft pink figure now sported a sizable hard-on and a pair of enormous balls. "What--what?" yipped Manx.

Sin giggled. "It's the grape juice. I'm allergic."

"I've seen allergies," said Manx, "And I'm pretty sure that isn't one."

"Hush and enjoy it, sweetie," laughed Sin.

"Enjoy--wait, what? You want me to... Gah!" Manx shook his head. "Even if I was into that sort of thing, I'm sure I couldn't take all that!"

Sin pouted at him. She didn't say anything, she just pouted. It was one of those pouts that Manx was helpless against. Up till now, Manx hadn't known pouts like that existed.

"Hh... fine." Manx shook his head. "But I don't--"

"Thank you!" Sin bounced forward happily and hugged him. "Turn around, will you?"

"What, now? We're not--" Manx yelped as Sin spun him around, lifting his tail. He barely had time to brace himself before he felt Sin's member poking against his tailhole. To his surprise, it slipped in with almost no resistance. He found himself relaxing without even thinking about it. It was a little uncomfortable to have his ass stretched around Sin's shaft, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant.

"Starting to enjoy yourself?" Sin asked as she began thrusting into him.

"Actually--yeah," replied Manx. And he was. In fact, his cock was hardening again from the stimulation. He started rocking his hips back against Sin in time with her thrusts. She moaned softly and they both sped up. They got into a rhythm, and Manx lost himself for a time. Even though their motions were far from calm, it was relaxing in a way. Manx didn't feel like he was in danger of cumming too soon, so he could just settle into it and enjoy himself.

Manx didn't know how much time had passed when Sin started to speed up again, her thrusts getting more powerful. Manx started panting again, his knot actually swelling up from the sensations. His balls tensed and suddenly he was cumming, spilling his load onto the carpet below him. He moaned in pleasure as he felt Sin's shaft start to grow inside of him. She was close to cumming, he could feel it. Still, it came as a surprise when she suddenly launched a flood of hot seed into him.

Sin's cock might have been relatively easy to adjust to, but her balls were a different matter. Instead of spurts of cum, they seemed to be releasing a high-pressured, unbroken stream. Manx whined and clawed at the floor as he felt himself fill up. He could feel every inch of the cock inside of him, and he realized that the flow of cum was pulsing slightly, as though it could have been in spurts if there was less of it.

Sin relaxed eventually, releasing her hold on his hips, but she didn't stop cumming for some time after that. She settled down on top of Manx, her shaft slowly softening and pulling out of him. The two relaxed into each other, settling down and drifting off to sleep.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the window. Manx looked up to see Green peering in. He crawled out from beneath Sin and hopped up onto the windowsill. He could hear his stomach sloshing, and he glanced down to see it taut and round with cum.

"Come on," said Green. "I've been waiting outside this window for like an hour. Let's go."

"An hour?" Manx asked as he wriggled out through the window. "Why?"

"You looked busy," said Green.

Manx blushed a little. "Yeah, well..."

Green smirked but didn't say anything else about it. "Let's grab the sleigh and get home."

Manx was silent for a moment as they started walking. "Hey, Green, why don't we stay here this time?"

Green glanced down. "Why?"

Manx shrugged. "Well, it's the same thing every year. You get the presents. You take the presents. You break down and bring the presents back. They invite us to the feast. Why not skip some of the steps?"

Green didn't answer for a while. "Some things just don't change, I guess."

They got to the sleigh and stopped. The sack bulged with parcels and packages, a few ribbons and bows sticking up out of the top.

"It always looks like less presents when they're all in the sack like this," said Green. Manx nodded.

"You know what?" said Green. "Let's leave it here this year."

Manx nodded again. "You know, I just had a thought."

"Oh?" said Green.

"If we're leaving it here, there's really no reason to go back to the mountain..."

Green laughed. "We'll stay here tonight, too."

Manx grinned. "Excuse me for bit," he said, and started off back toward the village.