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He Ain't Santa

A Stocking Stuffer Story

Sponsored by TerinasTiger

By Draconicon

"Fucking fuckers..."

That was what Olag had been saying all night long. Fucking fuckers, the lot of them, all of the goddamn crew. Just because he was a polar bear he was supposed to put up with this fucking bullshit?

Maybe the swearing was a bit much for Christmastime, but at the same time, most everyone else wasn't getting stuffed into a Santa suit and made to deliver gifts to people.

Olag looked over his shoulder as the 'sleigh' started circling in the sky well above him. Even for someone of his strength, it was impossible to get to, and he knew from what the boss said that it wasn't going to be coming back down until he did the job. He grumbled again, holding his hands up.

The whistling sound of something falling was followed by the thump of a reinforced sack falling into his hands. Throwing it over his shoulder, he went back to looking at the buildings sprawling out in front of him. A dozen houses, each of them of the cottage variety, each of them barely more than a little block that sported a chimney puffing black smoke, built of bricks and looking as Christmas-y as could be.

He walked up to one of the chimneys, the tight red shirt sliding up his belly a bit before he angrily rammed it back down. Leaning over the puffing brick stack, he glared down at the fire inside.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Olag muttered.

"It's part of the job, Olag," the voice in the little white ball at the end of his cap said. "It's just a few people."

"Fuck off, boss."

"Heh, do you really want me to take the sleigh with me?"

"...I hate you, so much."

"Don't worry. It'll be reflected in your yearly bonus."

Bonus. Heh. That was a laugh. Paychecks were irregular at best when you were part of a pirate's crew, and being part of the Man in Red's crew made it all the more insane. Not that you were ever going without, but...

Ugh. Not something worth thinking about right then.

"How the hell do you expect me to fit my fat ass down this thing?" he muttered, walking around the chimney. "Hell, you couldn't fit down this thing, boss."

"The suit's made to squish in so that you can fit."

"..." Olag slowly turned back to the skies, his eyes fixing on the sleigh. "Boss...are you saying you put me in a shrink-suit?"

"Maybe."

"Fucking hell..."

"Time's ticking, Olag. Might want to get started."

Still growling, the bear dragged himself over the lip of the chimney. He wasn't that worried about the heat that was coming up from the fires. That was something that the suit would take care of, if he knew the boss at all. The science department in the pirate crew was one of the best in the multi-verse, and they were good at making sure that everyone stayed safe.

It was the shrinking part that he didn't like.

Growling in nervous anticipation as much as anything else, the polar bear held himself up from the chimney entrance with black-gloved hands. The boots were tight around his feet and legs, and while he was concerned about his gut and ass fitting, his muscular legs didn't have that much better a chance to slide down the brick tube.

"Seriously, just drop. The suit will take care of everything."

"That's what I'm worried about..."

"Olag..."

"Fine, boss, fine."

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his arms in and fell.

As soon as the red suit hit the chimney, it pushed in. Olag hissed as he felt his legs being ground together, then his hips, then his waist. He gasped for breath as the suit collapsed around his middle, shrinking him until he was no wider than the chimney itself, then just a hairs-breadth thinner. The bear wheezed as he was collapsed down into a slender version of himself, his shoulders almost crunching as he was dropped down towards the fire.

It was almost like taking a slip and slide down into the house, and he went shooting out of the end of the chimney when he hit the bottom. It was like friction had taken the same holiday vacation as everyone else as he slid across the carpet, past the couch, under a dog, and into a wall.

CRASH!

POP!

With an almost cartoonish sound effect, the bear resumed his prior size, and he stuttered and stammered with so many choices of curse words that they all jumbled together, refusing to come out as anything understandable.

"Well, that was big. I heard that out here."

"Fuck -"

There was another soft crack, and Olag didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before the Christmas tree beside him tumbled over. He saw it coming down as if in slow motion, and he groaned.

Why not? Why fucking not?

The pine tree fell on him. It was harmless, of course. He had been hit by many things that were bigger, sharper, and a great deal more dangerous in his life, and a pine tree was going to do fuck-all compared to that. He didn't like the tree topper falling off and poking him in the nose, though.

"Fucking swear to -"

"Santa Bear, let's not go there."

"Call me that one more time, and I'm yeeting this house at the sleigh," he muttered, getting to his feet with a shake of his head.

The family dog had jumped as he went sliding past, but whatever aggression it might have had was stifled by the sight of a giant polar bear standing in the living room. It looked up at him, its tail between its legs and its head bowed.

Sighing, the bear patted it on the head and set the tree back where it was supposed to be. It promptly fell over again, and the subsequent for tries to set it upright did nothing to make that better. Eventually, he settled for leaning it against the far wall, and hoping that it would stay there until morning.

And then, the gifts.

He laid the bag on the floor, flopping down beside it and stretching his arm out so that it could reach into the depths of the enhanced carrying device. He lunged his fist down into the bottom of the bag, fumbling around until his fingers caught something. Something hard and steel-framed, from what he could tell.

"Mmmph..."

Even for him, dragging something out with that minor bit of leverage wasn't the easiest thing in the world. He pulled upwards, then sideways, then upwards again until it came free of the bag.

It was a treadmill, and a big one, one with extra options for working the arms as well as the chest, something that built muscles as well as cardio. The hellish thing had to be at least half a ton, and the fact that he'd pulled it out at that angle...

"Boss, why the fuck does this guy need this?"

"No idea. Just part of the list of deliveries."

"We ain't doing this again next year. Some rich fucks on vacation want the Santa experience, they can go to Alaska and hire them proper."

"We'll do what pays, Olag. Now, keep going. There's more in there."

"Course there fucking is..."

More, indeed. He pulled out a miniature car - not one of those battery-operated ones, but a real car that was child-sized with an engine that needed gas and everything - as well as a dog-scooter, a new kitchen island, a certificate for a real island, and more. By the time he was done, the little cottage was filled to the brim with gifts that didn't fit it at all.

If it was a mistake in delivery, he didn't care anymore. He was fucking done.

The bear threw the sack over his shoulder, patting the dog on the head one more time before making his way to the chimney. Gritting his teeth, he wiggled his shoulders through the opening, feeling the suit collapsing down on him again.

You better not shrink what matters, he thought before the bag dragged him up and out.

Ten more houses passed in a similar vein, with the bag refilling every time that he dropped into another one, and Olag checked his pants every time that he popped back out of the houses. Nothing seemed to stay shrunken down there after he expanded again, but he didn't trust the suit not to surprise him later.

"Alright, on to the last house for the night," the boss said. "And after that, we can head back to the ship, and plan tomorrow."

"I swear to fuck, boss, I swear to fuck..."

"Photo ops, then."

"You make me come out where anyone can see this, and I will break something."

"Oh, Olag. Didn't I tell you?"

"What?" he muttered, making his way to the next chimney.

"This man's on the naughty list."

"So?"

"So, he doesn't know he's on the naughty list."

The polar bear froze with one gloved hand on the next chimney, and his lips slowly curled up into a grin that was more feral than probably was suitable for a Santa figure. He turned his head towards the sky, watching as the sleigh slowly turned.

"You mean he thinks he's getting presents?"

"Oh, yes. But this time, we get to see that Santa gets to do what he wants, for a change."

"And I can -"

"Anything that you can do with the tools in the bag, you can do to him."

"...Heh...hehehe..."

Suddenly, his mood had taken a swing for the better. For all that he still didn't like the suit, for all that this didn't make up for everything else that he had done - including dealing with dogs that weren't so quick to back down as the first one - this made his mood much better. He had a hate boner that needed to be stuck somewhere, and this guy just jumped to the top of the list.

"So, what'm I looking at, here?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the edge of the chimney.

"Well, in terms of who's paid to room here..." There was a slight pause. "Yes, here we are. Arthur Warren, a maned wolf. Rather spoiled, from the looks of his record. Has caused all sorts of disturbances across the city, paid his fine, and then gone back to do it again. Trust fund man, too; inherited a lot of money and then decided to party it up."

"Heh, nobody else?"

"Just him. Looks like all his 'friends' decided not to come on the trip with him. He was planning on using us to show his wealth off, and now, it's just him."

"Lucky him. He doesn't have to worry about everyone seeing what a bitch he is."

Cracking his knuckles, Olag threw the sack over his shoulder and took a few steps back from the chimney. He wanted a running start for this one. After all, the others had been an exercise in humiliation. This one? This one was going to be the vent for all the frustration that had built up during the last few hours.

"I'm going to go quiet for now," the boss said through the hat. "Much as I enjoy your antics, I'm good with avoiding this one."

"Fine by me, boss. Fiiiiine by me."

Olag threw himself forward, charging across the top of the house like a prisoner running from the cops. He laughed as he ran for the chimney, leaping into the air at the last minute and diving into the brick hole.

Hey, he was a polar bear. They knew how to dive.

The familiar collapsing sensation followed, and he slid through the chimney like an otter on ice. When he popped out the bottom, he extended one fist forward, sliding across the floor, under a table, past a couch, and then, as usual, into a wall.

CRUNCH!

His fist punched right through the drywall, and he heard someone screaming on the other side. On instinct, he clenched his fist, catching someone by the back of their pajamas, and he dragged himself upright. As his muscles and bulk popped in again, he punched his other hand through the drywall, giving himself a hole to see through.

There he was. The maned wolf, Arthur Warren. The guy had a face that was narrow, almost more like a fox than a wolf, and his long legs made him look particularly short in the torso. He panted as he was gripped by the scruff of the neck, staring back with eyes wide in fear.

Olag chuckled.

"Hello, Arthur. Did you know you were on the naughty list?"

"What?! You're - I paid for -"

"Ah-ah."

He yanked his hand back, demolishing the wall as only a big bear could do. The drywall, timber, and more came out with his hand, and the maned wolf came with it. He threw Arthur across the room and into the couch, shaking his head and dusting off his arms afterward.

"Heh, always forget how crumbly the inside of a wall is."

"What - you're supposed to be a Santa! What do you think you're doing?!"

"You gonna keep talking like this?" Olag asked.

"I'm going to get what I paid for. I was told that I was paying for an adult Christmas experience, and here you are, throwing me around. I demand -"

"Fucking hell..."

The bear shook his head, reaching for the gift bag. Knowing the boss, there were plenty of things in there to deal with a mouthy asshole like this. Olag reached around inside, fumbling this way and that until he found what he was looking for. Yanking his hand back, he double-checked that it was the right thing.

It was. It was a mask-gag, the sort that would spread around a muzzle to keep it from opening, and there was a big, fat dildo attached to the part that would cover the mouth. Arthur froze as he saw it, his eyes going wide as the bear turned back to him.

"You...what...what is that for?" the maned wolf asked as he started trying to climb over the back of the couch.

"This is for naughty bitches like you," Olag said, chuckling. "I saved you for last, so I could take my time with you. All...night...long..."

Arthur whimpered and tried to jump over the back of the couch, but for all his bulk, Olag was the faster. The bear grabbed the maned wolf by the ankle, chuckling as the spoiled brat slammed face-first into the other side of the couch before pulling him back over. He leaned forward, pinning the fuck in place with a knee just under the canine's ribs, holding the 'mask' in both hands.

"No more talking, you little bitch. Time for you to learn a lesson..."

Weak struggles were nothing compared to what the polar bear was used to dealing with. He dragged the straps of the mask around Arthur's head, feeding the dildo past the maned wolf's lips and down his throat. He even went through the trouble of being nice and rubbing the other man's throat, smoothing the passage of the dildo going down.

In surprisingly short time, the other man was gagged. He fumbled, trying to get it off, only for Olag to slap his hands away.

"Hey, bitch. I didn't say you could take it off."

"Mmmph!"

"Try that again, and I'll do worse."

"Mmpmh...mmmph!"

"Heh, yeah, trust me. You're going to learn a bigger lesson than just keeping your mouth shut."

He shook his head, holding out his hand. The sack was summoned to it, swinging around a few times after the opening fitted between his fingers. As Arthur stared in shock, Olag looked into the bag to see what else he had.

Ropes, bit boring. Wires? Better. Chains? Yeah, that's the stuff. Let's see, what else? Couple of plugs, a vibrator? Plugs, no vibrator, doesn't deserve that shit. A bit of weights? Yeah, why not - Heh, there we go...

Olag chuckled as he took all the different toys out. With each new piece of equipment, the maned wolf's eyes grew wider and wider, but they were never wider than the moment that the bear pulled out the last of the equipment.

It was a visor, something that would fit over the head of most species, and seal over the eyes. The bear held it by one of the long parts, the ones that fit over the ears and the side of the head, letting it bob up and down. Not once did Arthur look away from it, and the maned wolf's eyes widened further and further.

"Heh, you know what this is?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Yeah. They're hypno-glasses. Not for me, though. For you."

"Mmmph?"

"You're gonna put 'em on, and whatever I say is gonna be the fucking gospel for you. Gonna be a real fun night after this..."

"Mmmph...mmmph!"

Once again, Arthur tried to squirm away, but Olag really wasn't in the mood for a little bitch trying to get away. He took the chains and, with an experienced hand, draped them around the other man. One pull, one tug, one drag, and the loops of metal links were wrapped around Arthur's middle. They pinned his arms to his sides, an old-style hold that was something from the old era. He made sure that the maned wolf dangled down at the perfect crotch height for what he had planned, too, just to make sure that it was nice and naughty.

Then, of course, came the stripping. One tug after another dragged those clothes free, and the spoiled brat was left with nothing covering him from his waist down. Olag chuckled, running his fingers along the rather small balls back there.

"Well, looks like you've been just fucking your hand all night, haven't ya?"

"Mmmph!"

"What, you been waiting for a whore or something? You think we deliver that?"

"...Mmmph...mmm-mmmph..."

"Well, we do, but not for you."

"NNNGH!"

The squirming and squealing had been amusing, but it was quickly growing annoying. Shaking his head, Olag slammed the visor down on Arthur's face, pushing it back so that it wasn't going to be shaken off. Tapping a button on the side, he got the spirals spinning, and almost immediately the wolf started shaking. Not in fear, but in little shivers that seemed to run up and down his spine.

"That's it, you little bitch. You can feel it, right? Boss said that those glasses start working almost immediately. How's it feel, being a tied up little bitch for a big bear like me?"

"Mmmph...mmmmmmmmph..."

The maned wolf groaned, trying to shake his head, but from what Olag could see, the hypno-visor was already starting to take effect. Those balls were starting to roll a bit, and the cock just above them, sheathed as it was, was starting to rise. There wasn't a ton there, not a big cock - not a small one, either, but not big - but it was still starting to come out, showing itself in a way that it probably wouldn't have a moment ago.

The bear grinned, running a leather-gloved hand around the canine's ass. He spread one cheek off to the side, his thumb stroking around that tight little pucker. It clenched, pulling in, and he spanked the bound male.

"Mmmph!"

"You've been fucking naughty, you asshole...and now you're gonna get a punishment for that..."

Spreading that ass again, he reached down for one of the plugs. None of 'em were small, but he was 'nice' and picked the middle one instead of the biggest one. He dragged his tongue along the side, slathering it with thick bear spit, and started rubbing the pointed tip against that pucker.

Arthur started squirming again, of course, and no number of spanks could make him stop. Olag rolled his eyes and grabbed the chain again, pulling him closer.

"Hey, bitch. You might think that you're fighting it, but lemme tell you something."

"Mmmph?"

"You're a bitch. And bitches like stuff in their ass."

The visor was doing the heavy lifting for him, and almost immediately, Arthur shivered, his pucker clenching against the tip of the plug. Olag gave it another push, and this time, the maned wolf moaned as it started sliding forward.

"Yeah, that's it. Dunno what you do for your day job, you dick, but tonight, you're a bitch. You're a fucking ass-slut bitch, and you're going to take it hard..."

Arthur's cock was slowly pushing further and further past his sheath, and the tingles that had started the whole thing were sending little shivers through the maned wolf. He watched as those long legs trembled, as the toes curled, as the ass cheeks clenched and pulled together in ways that made the little bitch's needs all the more obvious.

He chuckled to himself, pushing the plug forward until it was sheathed down to the thickest part. The maned wolf whimpered through the gag, lowering his head -

POP!

And then the plug was in. Arthur yelped through the gag, but his cock spat pre-cum against the floor.

"Yeah, told ya you'd like it."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Heh, and I'll tell ya again. Bitches like anal."

"Mmmph..."

There was a hard clench on the plug at that, so hard that it pulled the fat part in a little further. Arthur groaned, obviously not entirely wanting to do it, but it was his place in life, now. He was a bitch.

And he was going to act like one.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch. You like it up the ass, bitch? Yeah, you do. You love it. You fucking love it."

POP!

He pulled the plug out again, and the maned wolf jerked, arching his back as if he'd been right on the edge. As Arthur huffed and puffed through his nose, unable to speak, unable to do more than whimper, Olag set to work prepping that hole for his cock.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Each time he thrust the plug in, he watched as the rim bent, stretched, rolled outwards around the thick part of the plug, and every time he pulled it back, he waited just long enough to see the strain build up. The sound of it popping back and forth was enough to start getting him hard in his pants, and he grinned as he watched the canine's cock jerk up and down, throbbing, slapping against that pajama shirt.

"Heh, that's it, you butt-bitch. You're gonna remember this for the rest of your life. The time that you got your ass fucked by the biggest bear in town. You're gonna cum your brains out, and maybe, just maybe, you'll fucking remember this the next time that you start looking down your nose at someone."

The maned wolf's tail was up as high as it would go, curling away from his pucker, no longer hiding it. Arthur's hips twitched, and it was clear that the whimpers were turning to moans. Olag smirked to himself, slowly pulling at his belt.

As he pulled his own cock out, he gave it a few strokes. He had a hefty ten inches down there, full and thick, the shaft black as sin and with the tip just barely showing a little purple-pink under the foreskin. He dragged it back, the pre-slime inside starting to drip down the rest of his cock before he pulled the foreskin back up again.

"Gonna wreck that ass," he muttered.

"Mmmph...mmmph-mmmph..."

"You want it, don't ya? You were all scared, all uppity, but now? All you want is a fat dick making your ass stretch. You want something that'll make ya cum without ever touching that dick of yours."

POP!

The plug came out one more time, and he tossed it to the floor as he stood up again. His cock slapped against that ass, rubbing it a few times, sliding between the cheeks. The maned wolf whimpered, lowering his head.

"What was that, bitch?" the bear asked. "You want it?"

Arthur nodded.

"You want it bad?"

He nodded even more.

"Alright, butt-bitch. Time for this bear to give you what you deserve..."

With a growl, he ground the thick head of his cock against that pucker. It had been stretched quite a bit, but he was still a big bear, a big, thick bear, and his cock reflected that. The head was almost four fingers thick, and as he ground against that hole, he had to pull the foreskin up and down a few times to milk out enough pre-slime for him to push forward. He felt that hole giving, giving -

Squelch.

And then the resistance was gone. He grinned, grabbing the chain and yanking the spoiled little maned wolf back against him. One good thrust, and he was hilted, and Arthur was moaning against his gag again, huffing, puffing, shaking under him. He could feel the spasms around his dick, the reminder that the little guy was probably right on the edge of climax at that moment.

He pulled back, slowly, feeling the little bitch sucking at his cock with that little hole, trying to keep his cock where it was. Oh, how that visor had changed the little selfish slut. He had gone from wanting a bitch delivered to him to wanting to be the bitch. Not a bad little punishment for a spoiled brat on Christmas.

Nevertheless, the bear set the pace, and he dragged his cock back until it popped free. The maned wolf groaned under him, almost collapsing right then and there, slumping forward against the chains. His hole gaped, weakly clenching, trying to pull back together, but it was that looseness - and the hope of keeping it that way - that made Olag slam in again.

"Fuuuuuuck yeah...ain't as good as that hippo I had last week, but always good to wreck a tight ass..."

The bear leaned forward, getting a grip on the chain with one hand and a grip on the canine's shoulder with the other. He ground in, rolling his hips against that furred rump, feeling that pucker clenching down, milking his fat dick.

"Yeah, that's it...show me how much you want it, butt-bitch."

Arthur was obviously drawn into his new role, the visor keeping him deep in that tranced butt-bitch state. One thrust, two, three, each one making the smaller male moan more. The polar bear growled deep in his throat, savoring the feeling of tightness while it lasted, feeling it breaking down with each thrust of his cock.

In, out, in, out, his heavy balls slapping off those smaller ones under him. The amount of pre-cum he was oozing was soon rolling out of that pucker, dribbling off of those furred balls, smearing between them as he slammed in harder and harder. The chain made it easy to control his thrusts, and make sure that the slut under him knew that the only pleasure he was going to get would com from the bear's cock.

In, out, in, out, that hole slowly slackening, losing the ability to squeeze down. Here and there, the maned wolf would stiffen in sudden pleasure, and Olag knew that it was the bitch cumming his brains out.

Possibly literally, with that visor, but one would see.

In, out, in, out, in, out, picking up speed as he felt his balls churning, that hot hole pulling at him, dragging his cock in and holding tight. He growled louder, leaning down and huffing against the bitch's neck.

"Take it...take it...and beg..."

"Mmmph...mm-mmph...mmmph!"

The maned wolf couldn't do more than that as he was pounded, but it was enough for the bear. He humped again, beating that ass and making it bounce more than it had likely ever done before. In, out, in, out...

In...

And he held himself there as he came. One spurt, two, three, each blast throbbing through his cock and making it dance. He sighed in relief and pleasure, a low chuckle following as the maned wolf came one last time, too. Slowly, he dragged his cock free, feeling the slime from his orgasm clinging to it.

Wiping it dry on Arthur's ass cheeks, he took the bigger plug and jammed it in. After everything that he had done with his cock and the medium plug, they needed the bigger size for him now. That done, he walked around to the front.

The maned wolf's expression was one of pure bliss, and he chuckled as he took the visor off. It turned off automatically, but the wolf's eyes were still spiraling, still horny, still needy. He smirked.

"Gonna love it up the ass for a while, aren't ya?"

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, yeah."

He took the mask off, the gag coming free. Arthur coughed, panting.

"Mmmph..."

"Speak, bitch."

"Mmmph...more?"

"Not from me. You want more, you go find some tops of your own."

"Nnnngh..."

"You got money. Worst comes to worst, pay someone."

Shaking his head, he gathered the other toys up, unchained the maned wolf, and tossed him through the hole back to bed. Arthur was out before he hit the sheets, and the bear tucked his cock away before going back up the chimney.

As soon as he touched the roof, the boss was talking in his ears again.

"Well, that's productive. Hold onto the bag and we'll go back to the ship."

The End

Summary: Olag has been forced into the role of Santa, and hates it. But what happens when Santa gets to punish someone naughty?

Tags: M/M, polar bear, maned wolf, anal, plugs, toys, hypnosis, bitch, gaping, creampie, cum, orgasm, forced orgasm, bondage, chains,