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I am Claude Kitman II, a 26 year old Intersex African Lion. 6'3", 200 pounds, with Tawney Gold fur, Red Brown mane and tail tuft, and bright Azure Blue eyes. Clothed I look like any other male Lion. But my cunt is very obvious when nude. I am very easy to arouse, and I very quickly get wet and sloppy from foreplay though I have only had sex once.

I go into heat approximately every Three months for 4 days. My cunt lips get puffy and swollen, and are very wet all of the time. I'll yowl and beg to be fucked or rather would except for the heat suppressants my Doctor prescribes. Taken closely to when a heat starts it will abate the burning drive to get bred. I will still get wet and puffy but the burning mindless desire to be bred vanishes.

I am a mid level clerical in the big Company my family owns, CMK, named after my Paternal Grandfather who started it, and that I am also named after. My Dad, J.T. Kitman, has always been kind to me but we rarely interact. I was mostly raised by our English Red Fox Butler, Edward Featherstone. Edward was always good to me, never treating me like a freak or as something to be ashamed of. He also taught me the care and maintenance of a pussy. I grew up loving that Fox a great deal. And he loves me like a son.

Growing up would have been lonely except for Edward, as Mom and Dad didn't have any other cubs out of Mom's fear she'd produce another 'freak' like me. She divorced Dad when I was 3 months old and I haven't met her as she can't bear to even see her 'freak' of a son. Dad was loving but was busy as the CEO of a major conglomerate like CMK. When I did see him he was loving and kind to his only son. Dad is proud of me for getting my MBA so quickly and having a good work history, after I graduated I went right to work at CMK and have advanced quickly. Dad has not intervened in my career and most here don't know that I am his son. I am a hard worker and as a mid level manager have mostly earned my promotions.

I mentioned having had sex once, so I should tell that simple story here. It was 2 years ago, and basically I went into heat at my desk, with my anti-heat pills at home. I now keep a bottle in my desk to avoid it happening again. I begged a buff, fireplug Jaguar janitor to take me off and breed me. And he pulled me off to a Janitorial closet and pulled my pants and dripping wet underwear off, and fucked my in heat pussy hard and fast for the rest of the afternoon. I won't say losing my virginity to his fat, barbed Feline cock didn't hurt like a motherfucker, and I bled like a stuck pig, but soon I was yowling and begging him to fuck me harder and leave his cubs inside me. What I can't believe is that no one heard us rutting like we did in that closet. When he couldn't fuck me anymore after 3 hours, we both separated and cleaned up in different men's rooms.

Though my cunt was such a mess. Lion cunt juices, my blood, and Jaguar sperm drooling out. I managed to get cleaned up enough to resume work. I later asked Joe if he would see me once in awhile, but he told me he was married. When I got over my anger at him for fucking me despite being married, I had already begun to show signs of being pregnant. I went to see my Doctor, and he told me that I had basically underestimated the pull of a heat on most males, and asked me if I wanted to keep the 3 Jaguar cubs that Joe'd bred up me. I cried but knew I couldn't raise triplets as a single birth father, and reluctantly submitted to having them aborted. I cried incessantly during the procedure and for months afterwards. Even now, I mourn the loss of my first litter. I can't bear to see Joe as he just reminds me of our bastard cubs I had to abort. I am very relieved when he quits to go to another of CMK's facilities.

But it's getting close to Christmas, yet I haven't even decorated my fancy Condo in a high rise building up for the holidays. If anything I am bummed out for this Holiday season. Alone, with my few friends being off with their families for the season. Feeling a bit sorry for myself and wondering if I'll ever have a mate and a family of my own. I work and go home to my hobbies, and pursuits, trying to stay busy til the Holiday season is over. Edward hasn't decorated Dad's house because Dad is out of town on business. So it's not worth going there to improve my mood. Edward always went out of his way to do the most elaborate, yet tasteful decorating of Dad's house while I lived there. When I moved to my own place, for the first Christmas, he came over and decorated my Condo up nicely for the Holidays. I still have those decorations, but haven't had the heart to put them up.

On Christmas Eve night, I go to bed early, by 9PM, I am in bed asleep, still dreading spending Christmas day all by myself. About midnight, I am awoken by a noise in my bedroom. Standing in front of my bedroom door is a huge, White furred, bearded Polar Bear in a Santa Clause suit. He's really big, like a solid wall of White furred Bear. 7'6" and 425 pounds easily. His Deep Blue eyes are twinkling and his deep smile is incredibly sexy. He leans against the door and pulls his big Black boots off, and dropping his pants and opening his coat he starts walking towards me. He's been totally silent as he casually strolls to my bed. His huge 18" Jet Black Polar Bear cock is twitching and drooling precum and it's drooling down a pair a massive White Polar Bear balls. My pussy is already wet and as I look down it's lips get puffy and swollen, so I know I am going into heat.

The big Bear sits on the side of my bed, and reaches over and grips my mane and pulls me into a heated kiss. Full tongue, sideways muzzle passionate French kiss style. I'm really juicy now, as he pulls the covers off of me. I usually sleep naked so it's obvious how aroused he made me. Still deep kissing me, he slips a couple of his big fingers inside of my soaked pussy and gently strokes my cunt walls as his thumb gently rubs my clit. I fight it but soon explode in an overwhelming rush of orgasm. He breaks the kiss and looking into my eyes, grins deeply. "You need this, you need me, and to believe in me and to find a new more fulfilling life" he says in a really deep, low voice. I whimper, trying to pull my fractured mind back together. He gently strokes my mane pulling his other hand clear of my pussy, licking my cunt juices off of it. "I am here to give you your gift, what you really need, so you can be the Lion you're meant to be" he says leaning down to kiss me again, as he pushes me flat on my back. He gets on top of me and slides that huge Black Polar Bear cock in me, immediately hilting up me. I whine and try to tell him that I am in heat, but can't speak from how good his fat cock feels stretching my cunt walls out wider than they ever have been spread. The Bear looks into my eyes and grins. "I know you are in heat, it's not time for one, but I induced it, so you can receive your proper gift from Santa Bear" he says in a soft low voice. He begins to hump me all out Bear style. I moan as the feelings intensify. Santa Bear kisses me again and ramps up his fucking. I roar as I explode in a wet orgasm, soaking Santa's crotch with hot pussy juices. He grins and keeps fucking me hard, occasionally nipping my neck lightly. Santa keeps fucking me hard, kissing my cervix with his cock tip, as I cramp up releasing a pair of eggs.

"That's it baby, drop those eggs for Santa Bear" he murrs pounding my pussy as hard as he can. Santa wants to breed me, I guess. If he does I will keep them and raise them, even if it's by myself. I try to relax and accept the now inevitable result of being bred by this big, hot Polar Bear. He looks into my eyes and smiles deeply. "I knew you'd take my cubs, boy, as you were meant to, but you won't have to raise them alone, little Lion, I wouldn't put you through that, baby." Santa murrs. I'm puzzled but determined to stay relaxed as I am struck by yet, another more powerful orgasm. The Polar Bear on top of me is tensing up. He thrusts harder, his cock tip breaching my uterus, as he fucks my cervix. I'm hit with the mother of all orgasms as Santa Bear bites my neck where it joins my shoulder hard as he spurts his many ropes of hot, life giving Polar Bear sperm deep into my uterus and Fallopian tubes.

I faint as Santa Bear impregnates me with his twin Polar Bear cubs. Come tomorrow morning, I awake wondering if it was all a dream. Yet, my cunt is awash in thick, White semen, mixed with my cunt juices. I ponder that until I have to run to the bathroom and forcibly puke my guts out. I lay on the bathroom floor head pressed against the cool toilet as I remember last night fully, and realize that I was chosen to bear Santa's cubs. It's kind of humbling, and I wonder why me? I contemplate it all and get up and go back to bed for awhile.

I don't worry about the expense of raising a pair of big Polar Bear cubs, as I am rich. Having inherited $400 Million from my namesake Grandfather on his death. My phone rings about noon.

It's Edward happily telling me that he's got his Cousin Alfred coming to be my Butler/Nanny and he'll be here by the end of next week.

I spend the rest of Christmas Day thinking over the impossibility of what happened to me and why it doesn't bother me to be having Santa's cubs as compared to how upset I was to have Joe's bastard cubs. I spend the day and most of the rest of the weekend ordering things online that I'll need for my soon to come little Polar Bear cubs. I find myself excitedly awaiting their arrival.

Come Monday, I go to work happier than I've been in a while. About 1PM, my boss comes into my office with a new employee in our department. A huge Polar Bear the spitting image of the Santa Bear who impregnated me, named Paul Christien. He seems happy, and easy going. When our boss leaves he walks up to me and gently rubs my belly. "Claude, are our cubs growing well?" he says joyously. I'm puzzled as Hell, until he explains who he is.

"I am but one aspect of Santa Bear, sent to be your mate for good, we'll raise these and all of the other cubs we'll breed well, baby" he says pulling me into his big, white, furred arms, and kissing me deeply. I recognize his kiss and melt into those big arms.

Paul is wonderfully supportive of me during my pregnancy with his cubs, as well as the long delivery process of them. He's so proud of me and our gorgeous newborn cubs after they are delivered.

Paul is with me for life and we end up with a total of 12 cubs, all big, beautiful Polar Bears looking just like their father. Alfred helps me raise our cubs as does Paul and we are a big, and loving family. My Dad loves all of his beautiful Polar Bear Grandcubs.

I never did figure out the whole aspects of Santa Bear thing, but Paul is a loving, devoted mate and I soon stop trying to make sense of it. It happened and I am very glad it did.