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Going Dancing For Christmas - Requested by Kael

Max Tanssija grimaced as he turned the radio off, ending the intrusion of Christmas music into the older man's living room. "Bah humbug," he muttered to himself before easing back into his recliner. He was glad that it was Christmas Eve, it meant he only had to stand another day of those annoying songs.

Max had always disliked winter, but as a kid he had always look forward to Christmas. As an adult, Max's delight in the holiday was soured, first by his retail jobs as a young adult, then with the office politics and backstabbing in the company he spent 30 years working for making him grow cynical.

Even then, Max had gone through the motions despite thinking the entire "season" was a sham and a lie. He hadn't become a living Scrooge until the his boss had him work overtime in the week leading up to Christmas with the promise of a bonus, but was rewarded with a pink slip instead.

Years of loyalty tossed away, Max's face screwed in renewed anger as he recalled the last words his boss said, "Have a Merry Christmas." Max wanted nothing to do with the season. It rang false, people faking cheer and goodwill, and meaning none of it.

Max's anger faded as a tired resignation fell upon him. He took a sip of the brandy he had poured, and tried not to feel oppressed by the silent emptiness that was his house and life, walls covered with pictures of wildlife and devoid of people, the fireplace unlit and cold, its mantle devoid of any adornment.

He didn't cry, but Max felt a deep sadness as he pondered his life, wondering when exactly he lost his joy and how he ended up here. Alone. Max closed his eyes. "I wish I wasn't," he said softly, holding back a soft sob.

For a brief moment, Max felt something shift around him, but his confusion was interrupted by a loud thump coming from the fireplace behind, and a voice of a young man, "Oww, that landing hurt..."

Max bolted to his feet to turn and face the intruder, but lost his balance and fell to the floor. The man winced in pain but didn't feel anything broken, then looked up to see who his uninvited guest was.

Sitting upright on the floor in front of Max's fireplace was a young slim man in his early 20s, wincing and rubbing his butt from a hard landing. The young man was barely clothed, wearing a red halter-top and booty shorts with fur trim, with some sort of soft boots. A red santa cap lay on the ground next to him, which the boy quickly realized and put it on his head before getting off the ground, showing a small red sack still part-way in the fireplace.

"Man, wasn't expecting the landing to be that rough, this must be a doozy," the kid said to himself in an oddly cheerful and musical voice. He seemed oblivious at first, but then realized that Max was on the ground, "Oh! Let me help you up," the intruder said.

Max frowned at his uninvited guest. He didn't like young people, he didn't like people dressed up so sexually, and he didn't like the Christmas getup.

"How did you get in here? Never mind that, get out!" Max nearly roared, but the kid only smiled wider.

"But didn't you just wish that you weren't alone?" the man said, turning his head slightly upon asking. Max was brought up short, but snarled again.

"I don't care what you think you may have heard, this is my house, and you need to get --" Max started shouting, startled into silence as the young man put a finger to Max's mouth, silencing him.

"Now now," the young man said impishly, "I'm here to grant your wish, Mister Tanssija. I'm Santa Claus, after all - and this is Christmas."

Max blinked a moment in confusion, then got angry again. "I don't care that you're dressed up like some twink Santa, you need to-" Max was interrupted again, this time as the sound of jingling bells came from the sack and somehow resonated inside him, dispelling the anger he felt. The kid clapped and grinned.

"Oh, you felt that! Wonderful! I know exactly what gift to give you to fill your wish!" The young man made a gesture with his hand, and out of the bag flew a large leather harness, bells ringing, each one feeling like it was ringing inside of Max's own body. The young man grabbed the thick leather harness as it almost flew past him, holding it up easily with just one hand.

Max realized he was staring in shock and slowly pulled himself together, pulling his eyes from the oddly alluring harness, looking on the young man in front of him.

"How did you," Max tried to ask before falling silent. There was something supernatural in the air, and he looked at the slim young man once more, who only grinned in amusement.

"I told you, silly - I'm Santa Claus," Santa Claus said. "You made a heartfelt wish on Christmas Eve, and I'm here to make it happen!" Santa's smile and joy was infectious, and Max's curmudgeonly facade was starting to fade. Years of experience reading people and seeing through even the best of lies were put to use, and Max could sense no subterfuge, no lie, no hidden motive. The young man in front of him was either the best liar Max had ever met, or he was...

"Santa Claus," Max breathed out, his voice betraying a sense of wonder. Santa clapped and laughed musically, the bells of the harness ringing out once again, pulling the older man's eyes back to it, and Santa followed his gaze, giving a small grin.

"Well Mr. Tanssija, I guess it's time to grant your wish. Let's get this on you to get it started." Santa stepped forward with the harness and for a moment, Max balked. This was either a strange dream or a weird reality, he thought to himself. Why hesitate? Even if it wasn't real and just a dream he was having, why not enjoy the dream for once? So far, it was nice.

Max came back to with a jingle of the bells, feeling the cool air against the bare skin of his torso as Santa finished removing the older man's shirt and started buckling the harness on. Max was about to object when the bells rang out again, and remembered that he wanted to enjoy this strange dream.

With a final buckle, the slim Santa stepped back to check over his work. Max started to feel somewhat embarrassed, his flabby old man torso wasn't something he wanted to show off, then he noticed that the harness seemed set too large.

"Ah, Santa? Do I need to adjust this? It seems a bit..." Max's voice trailed off as it started to sound off to him. The young Santa only giggled at Max's confusion as what felt like a tired fog was lifting from his body, like he had more energy. Liver spots and wrinkles began to fade away, along with various aches that Max had been long accustomed to. His posture shifted a little, standing up straighter as the scars of time on his body healed.

The flab of his torso tightened, a light dusting of muscles briefly held decades ago returned. The feeling of being tired, of too much weight was lifted from Max as he started to feel an antsy energy grow within him. His vision, not quite bad enough to need glasses yet, seemed to clear as everything came into sharp focus, only to be obscured by Max's growing bangs and hair, thick locks coming down to his shoulders.

Max looked at his body, youth restored, then turned to a giggling sound from the one who gave this to him. Santa had pulled out a full length mirror, nearly six feet tall, and was standing it upright. Max's eyes examined his mirror self, hand touching his face with wonder. He looked good, a flush coming over his face as the change came to an end. Max couldn't have been older than 19, and felt great. Wonderful.

His eyes shifted to take a glance at Santa. The boy had seemed underdressed when Max first saw him, but now seemed appealing. Max's blush deepened as he felt his body react, and tried to avoid thinking about that topic by shifting gears.

"This is incredible, but the harness still is a bit large... and how does this make me not-" Max started to ask, once again interrupted, this time by two points of pressure on his skull. Reaching out to rub his head, he found two bumps that were growing larger, suddenly surging into points.

A warm flush came over Max's body, followed by an itching sensation as hair started to grow all over, starting from the chest and trailing down into his pants before spreading out. Max felt nearly every part of his body itch as the hair grew thicker and became fur.

Max's skull pulsed as he felt a pressure in his face, watching his nose darken as his mouth began to protrude, stretching longer to form a muzzle, his tongue growing long and thick. His ears stretched longer and shifted upwards on his head, now growing a respectable young buck's set of antlers.

Max felt his feet shift and reshape within his slippers, his toes stiffening and hardening to become hooves. A momentary fear stabbed through Max's heart as he thought he was going to turn into an animal before a soft touch on his now cervine muzzle pulled his head, now nose to nose with Santa.

"No worries, Mr. Tanssija," Santa said softly, almost lovingly as Max felt his tail shoot out from this spine, "I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered as he leaned in closer, "My Dancer," then kissed Max on the lips.

A warm feeling shot from the kiss down into Max's chest, then spread throughout his body. Max's arms hesitantly moved from his sides to wrap around Santa, pulling him closer into the kiss. Max was lost in the enjoyment of the simple pleasure, not realizing the warmth was spreading and filling him up even further.

Max was originally the same height as his sexy slim Santa, but he didn't even notice as he started to angle his head down and bend his neck to keep kissing as he grew taller. His paid no attention to the pleasant ache of his body as his muscled firmed, toned, then swelled larger. Max's shoulders gave a soft pop as they widened, his entire torso thickening, his barreling chest pulling the loose harness tighter around him until it was fitting perfectly.

The warmth surged down Max's arms, biceps thickening and stretching, rippling underneath the thick reindeer coat as his forearms similar swelled. The warmth filled his legs, thighs and calves growing to match his frame.

The warmth became a heat as Max's butt firmed, tensing and growing round. The change became pleasurable, thick nipples stiffening as a building lust started to grow --

A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as Max's growth shredded his pants, leaving only tattered fabric and a pair of suddenly painfully tight underwear with an obscene bulge in the front. Max pulled back startled as Santa giggled, a blush on his face as well.

Max's embarrassment turned to confusion as he looked over the changes to his body, then looked in the mirror. A six foot humanoid reindeer gasped back at him, wearing nothing but a pair of stretched undies and a harness. An impressive set of antlers adorned his head, and his build was thick - not from working out, but type of build you get from hard labor that you'd enjoy.

Max wanted to be upset, but as he turned to Santa the bells of his harness rang through his entire form again, and Max's last bit of cynicism fell away as he looked upon the smiling and honest face of his Santa, feeling only the joy of Christmas.

Max blushed as his eyes roamed Santa, turning his head and coughed. That's not just joy he felt, Max said to himself, then smiled as he turned back to Santa.

"Thank you for the gift," Max started to say, but was interrupted by Santa holding up one last thing - a pair of fetish booty shorts his size, with plenty of room in the front, and a smile on the young man's face.

"Go ahead and put these on, my Dancer, and we'll get going. Can't have your big gift flopping on display like that," Santa said mischievously.

Max fumbled with the elastic band before giving up and just tearing the underwear off, then slid the shorts on before realizing to ask, "Go where, Santa?"

Santa faux-pouted. "You mean, you don't want to come with me, my Dancer?" Max paused and considered, before looking around his house. Could he really leave all this behind, everything he spent his life working for?

Dancer snorted and tossed his head. "What kind of question is that, Santa? Of course I'm going with you," he said. "I'm your Dancer, after all." Santa laughed with delight, and the two departed together, to grant another lonely Christmas wish.