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Curiosity Of The Family

Micheal couldn't stand it anymore, he needed to know and he needed to know now. The young, purple-furred puppy slipped out of his bed, every single tuft of his fur on display as he clothes lay in a small pile on the floor before his single, small bed. But he was too excited to care about clothes right now, or much else for that matter. It was the middle of the night too, so noone would see even if they were up, or that's what his six year old mind told him anyway. So he padded his way towaard his door and silently slipped out of it into the hallway, quietly stalking his way down the seemingly endless stream of stairs.

Once the cub finally dismounted the stairs, he dashed off toward the living room hoping against all hope that this was the year he'd finally catch the one he desired more than any other to meet. And that's when he saw it, even in the shadows, a big red-panted rump trying to wriggle up the fireplace. Micheal couldn't believe it, he had actually caught his hero! He zipped over, so excited and nervous at the same time as he softly reached forward and knocked on the rump like he might on a door "hello...Mr Santa...?". A loud eep sounded up the chimney and the rump pulled back, almost knocking right into the cub but he managed to move back quick enough.

In a small poof of soot, a rather chubby looking elder canine appeared and turned around to look for the one that had touched his rear. Once his eyes fell upon the young boy however, he relaxed a lot more, knowing it was most likely an accident. The little boy squeed happily but quietly, knowing he couldn't dare wake his parents up. He looked up in admiration, with the cutest smile on his face "santa, I'm so glad your weal, my fwiend said your wewen't, but youw hewe". The larger canine looked down at his son, he had prepared for this day that he finally got caught by wearing the santa suit just in case but he had never expected to be caught...like that.

What made it worse was that the place where the cub's paw had touched his rear now felt like it was buzzing with enjoyment.Why did the boys paws make him feel such a feeling you might ask, well a real story would answer this with 'it was the magic of christmas', but no, not this one. No, this father's feelings were based on lust, a lust that had been there since the boy was born. And as the father explored his sons happy expression, he also looked over his very nude body.

"Well hello there my so-...I mean my boy, what are you doing up so late?" asked the fake santa, still eyeing up the pup. The little boy blushed a little and didn't take his eyes off the elder canine "I had to know fow suwe santa if you wewe weal, I'm sowwy". The older of the pair just looked at him and he felt his heart soar as that cute blush crossed his son's face, it warmed his heart amoungst other places. He couldn't help what slipped out of his muzzle next "well...I suppose santa could forgive you if you do something for him in return...".

He could feel his pants tightening allready at that thought, the thought that he might be able to trick his son into giving him what he had needed for six long years. The puppy tilted his head and hopped about happily "what is it santa? I'll do anything to make you fowgive me, i dun want coal in my stocking". The larger canine churred and blushed himself "well young pup...how about you lay on the couch on your front and santa will show you something special?"

Eagerly, the cub ran off and up onto the couch, laying down just like he had been told to, his tail wagging about madly "Like this santa?". The other male churred and nodded and padded over, softly mounting the couch and his son. It was then that the larger canine tugged down the front of his pants, letting his large, hardened rod jump out with a squirt of precum directly onto the rear of his offspring "now Micheal...this will hurt a bit at first but santa wants you to be a big boy and try and ignore it as much as you can. I promice it will stop hurting after a little bit". The puppy thought about what 'santa' was saying and nodded, softly grabbing a pillow just in case he needed to bite into something from the pain.

As he saw the nod, the father gently pushed the young boy's legs apart and spread his rump cheeks softly apart. It was then that he moved and prodded up to the cub's tender, pink entrance, giving another soft sqirt of pre onto it before starting to very slowly push the thick rod inside. Micheal instinctively gasped and whined as his ass clenched around the intruding maleness, however he bit into the pillow to silence himself as tears rolled down from his eyes as the length pushed in further. The cock stopped pushing after it got about halfway in, a respectable four inches inside the cramped hole.

The elder canine murred and slowly started to pull his hips into action, gently thrusting just that first half in and out of his son "mmm...you are so wonderful and tight boyo". Micheal didn't quite know if that compliment was supposed to make it seem less painfull or not, but it certainly was starting to work as he got more and more used to that weird thing inside him. However, as the hole got to it's more relaxed state again, the older of the two males started to slowlly gain speed and pushed slightly deeper with each of his strengthened thrusts.

The cub's eyes were wateriing, but the pain he felt was quickly becoming overshadowed by a very different, nicer feeling. It was the feeling of pleasure, and as it took hold more and more of the small body, it even started to make the pup moan gently. As he heard the gently moans the larger male smiled, picking up his pace slightly once more "see, santa told you it wouldn't hurt too much for long". The cub smiled around the pillow, a murr leaving him as he felt something weird about his own young boyhood, a tiny erection having formed under him that was now sandwitched between the couch and his slightly chubby belly.

It took the good part of half an hour just to get to that point, but both males were starting to definately feel the effects of their work growing in their bodies. The larger of the two started to grunt softtly, having managed to finally hilt inside his boy, his hips mashed up to his sons rear and his large cock throbbing inside "mmm santa's gonna fill your stocking right up soon boyo...". Naturally, the young cub had no idea what this meant, but he too was starting to feel the very new sensation of an orgasm building up inside him fast "nngh...santa my peepee feels fuzzy...". A smile crossed the fake santa's face, before a groan broke its hold and he gripped his son's rear tight.

And that's when santa did indeed start filling the cubs stocking...immensely. The large canine had to reach up and clamp his own muzzle, howling into the hold as his cock errupted into his son's ass, six years of pent up need and lust all coming out in this one tremendous moment. He grew deaf to the world in that amazing next minute, deaf to his son's loud whimper into the cushion, deaf to the horrific squelching and squirting noises coming from inside his son and even deaf to the sound of skin being stretched as his seed managed to make his son's belly inflate.

It was only after he stopped orgasming and fell, planting his paws either side of his son to catch himself before squishing the bloated boy, that he realised the extent of what he had just done. His son lay under him, panting just as much as he was, as a small drool of his own cum had managed to escape to. Although this was by far not a worry, but however what was a worry was the fact that his son's stomach now looked like someone had shoved a large watermelon inside. He shivered and lapped at the back of the boy's head, hot pants still leaving him "mmm...that was the stocking santa's ever filled...are you ok down there boyo?".

Only after a few more worried moments, did the cub finally unclench his teeth from the punctured pillow and look back at his hero "s-santa, it feels so nice and tingly inside me...". The larger male smiled and then stopped suddenly at that "it does...uh oh...". He softly pulled his cock back, a large wave of cum splattering onto the seat below, as the older canine ran off to the bathroom to grab something quickly. He came back and basically shoved said item into the leaking hole of his offspring, his mouth dropping after waiting a moment and pulling the thing back out "holy sh-...I think santa just gave you more than a full stocking boyo".

The cub blinked and rolled over onto his back, looking up at the red dressed male "wut do yew mean santa?". The older male shuddered and gently leant down to clean up his sons messy hole and cock "it means...santa thinks he just made you into a mommy...". The cub's eyes went wide and he whimpered for only a moment before smiling wide "I...I'm so lucky...i get to have santas babies hehe".To this the father could only smile as he finished cleaning up all the escaped mess, before he leant up and kissed his son's lips softly.

The swirling winds outside, each laced with snow, blocked the scene of what happened next, but some say to this very day that santa has never left that little house and that he continues to flood his new little elf with sweet, sticky love.

~THE END~