Santa Paws, Santa Claws
The mall santa gets a surprise of his own.
Gazing out the window of his small 'North Pole' hut, the tiger sighs as he views the line of children all waiting to meet Santa, bouncing up and down beside their parents as excitement and tension grows. 'I'm not cut out for this' he thinks to himself, gazing back down at his lunch, half his chicken sandwich remaining, and no inkling to finish the rest. He leans back in his chair and hefts out another long sigh, relaxing on his short lunch break before he has to face the children once again.
A small ding chimes inside the hut, alerting the tiger that his lunch was over, and it was time to return to work. Unceremoniously, he slides the uneaten half of his sandwich back into its bag, and leaves it on the table for a snack later, standing up and straightening out his costume. His paw brushes the small sandwich crumbs from the red velvet, and off the white edge trim, before he looks in the mirror, a much more slender version of Santa, but a Santa nonetheless.
Heading over to the cottage door, he reaches out and takes the handle, and as he pulls it open, he bellows a hearty "HO HO HO!!" out the door as he emerges out of the hut and into the scenic Christmas display set up in the center of the mall. The faces of all the children light up at that sound, all eyes turn to face the tiger as he puts on his biggest smile, and treks through the fake snow up to his chair. Squeals and laughs emanate from the little ones in line, wiggling in anticipation to sit on Santa's lap.
The tiger, upon ascending the festive mound, turns to face his audience, then sweeps his white and black striped tail to the side as he takes his place on the chair. His helper 'elves', a couple strapping cheetah twins, laugh and chatter with the parents and children as one escorts the first child in line up to the tiger, and helps him up to his lap.
"Ohoho! And what is your name, little one?" he asks as he puts his paw on the lion cubs waist, helping him to keep balance on his leg, a camera flashing away at the two for the parents to purchase if they so choose. Typical Christmas gimmicks..
On and on the line progressed, child after child ending up on his leg, the tiger sitting there with a big smile as the children rattle off extensive lists of christmas presents they want. Then a couple well-rehearsed lines later, a picture pose, and onto the next child. For hours this repetition persisted, almost tediously.
The tigers ears prick up to the sound of one of his cheetah helpers giving a rather loud cough, his gaze raising from the little Jane on his lap. He follows the cat's gaze to the front of the line, where a sleek looking panther stands, black tail sweeping side to side behind him as he returns the gaze with a sly smile. Ah, my dear old friend.. This is going to get interesting..
Even as the little girl recites her long list, the tiger feels a stirring in his loins as memories with the panther start to fill his head, his own Christmas dreams returning to him. He can't help but gaze up at the feline from time to time, wondering what he is doing here.
Finally, after tickling the little Jane in his lap for a laugh, and posing for a picture that mommy and daddy purchased, the little girl hops down and runs to her parents, excited to tell them all about Santa. The tiger, on the other hand, was focused solely on the panther next in line, who was already heading up the hill towards him.
Unsure of what to do, the tiger bellows out another round of "HO HO HO!", and pats his leg for the panther to plop down on. As he does this, he sneaks his paw in to adjust himself, trying to make it not so evident of his arousal. With a quieter voice, cut down to keep others from overhearing, the tiger smiles and asks "What brings ya here, Sid? Come to butter up Santa, and tell him how good of a boy you have been this year?" "Quite the other way, Santa.." he responds in his usual silky voice, moving his tail back as he sits on the tigers knee. "I came to tell Santa just how.. naughty i have been.." With the end of the sentence the tiger felt a grope, luckily obstructed from the view of the mall patrons by the panther's well placed leg. Fighting back a moan, the tiger laughs, albeit a bit shakily, and pats the panther on the back. "I see.. Well.. Careful of getting too naughty.. May have your.. Stocking stuffed.." Winking at the panther, the tiger slides his paw down his back to scritch just above his tailbase, making the kitty shiver on his leg.
As the molestation continues a few more moments, the paw groping the tiger finds the front zipper, and tugs it down just enough to slide through. And as he does just that, grasping the spined tiger cock inside, the jaguar coos ever so softly just for the tigers ears. "Promise? I know you have a break coming up.. care for a quick.. stuffing?" He gives the tiger a squeeze, and a single stroke from tip to base, the tiger unable to contain himself as a low growl leaves his lips. "Rrrhhh... Cottage.. Now.." he manages to spit out during his growl, his smile never fading to make the patrons none-the-wiser. The panther purrs, quite a soothing sound, and nods as he retracts his paw and zips the pants back up. One of the cheetah boys smirks as he steps up behind the camera, and calls out "Smile, boys!", and without even a second to react, snaps a picture of the two as is, laughing as the screen displays the two felines with confused expressions, then a round of laughter by all.
The panther pats the tigers crotch softly before standing up, and with no further ado, heads towards the cottage and makes his way inside, making sure to swing his ass with each step, and even a quick tail lift before he disappears inside. The tiger looks to the cheetah twins and nods, and gets up to his feet, looking at the now much shorter line of children still waiting to see him. "HO HO! Santa needs to get a drink quickly. Will be right back!", and as he heads for the cottage, two things float through his head. Memories of the same panther naked on his bed, and thoughts of what is about to come. Reaching out for the door, he slowly pushes it open and heads inside, thinking to himself 'i'm going to get fired..'
Swinging the door open, the tiger steps inside the small Christmas hut, and is instantly greeted with a lovely sight: A panther, stripped naked, on his knees in the middle of the room. A grin forms on the tigers muzzle as he closes the door behind him, his Santa pants already bulging in the front from their previous act out on his chair.
"You could have got me fired.. you know that, right? And still can.." But even with the scolding, the tiger steps towards the kneeling feline, his plaything of many years. "You have been a naughty boy.." The panthers smile widens, but doesn't respond. Instead, he winks, and lolls out his tongue, leaving his maw agape. Chuckling a bit, the tiger reaches down and unfastens his large black belt, and zips down the front, pants falling to the floor and the already stiff rod juts forward into the open towards the feline. Without even an inkling of hesitation, the black cat lunges forward and wraps his muzzle around the throbbing piece of tiger meat, nursing on the end of it as if his life depended on it. This surprised the tiger, moaning out from the sudden action, places a paw down to rest on the back of the felines head. "nnnnhhhh.. Glad to see you too.."
Unable to help himself, the tigers hips start to swing forward and backward slightly, gliding his spined rod across the skilled panther's tongue, his humps growing longer and deeper with each movement. Pretty soon, the panthers nose is buried in Santa's crotch as the tigers tip presses to the back of the felines throat, half growling half purring as he feels Sid's muzzle and throat swallowing around his thick girth. The cock massage gets the tiger leaking pre down the panther's throat, humping slightly to get his balls swinging and tapping the felines undermuzzle, knowing Sid likes being the tigers little cockslut, and enjoying reminding him of that fact.
"Its good to have my cockwarmer back in town.. Business or.. Pleasure?" the tiger asks as he slowly draws his hips back, pulling the spined rod free of the kneeling felines open maw. As the panther licks his lips and purrs, he slowly stands back up to his feet, sporting his own throbbing hard and drippy manmeat. "This trip is strictly pleasure. To catch up with my maste.. err.. excuse me.. To catch up with my dear old friend." He states, stuttering halfway as he catches himself. This slip makes the tiger smirk. "Master? Heh, I don't think i've heard you call me that one before.. Many other words, but not master." Stepping closer to the black feline, the tiger rumbles from his chest, resting a paw on the toned chest of the feline. "Although.. I'm not objecting to the name.."
Without any warning, the tiger pushes forward and bumps the panther back up against the window, quickly pinning his back against it, making Sid whimper in pain. The panther opens his maw to retort, but the tiger sneers and growls at Sid, giving him pause. Reaching a paw down, the tiger grasps the felines inner thigh and lifts his left leg up, letting his footpaw rest on the windows ledge, and giving the tiger more than enough working room. He wastes no time, sliding his cock between the panthers legs and grinds it between his cheeks, letting the cocktip tease across Sids tailstar in a teasing manner.
"If master is going to slip from your lips.. Then i shall give you a reason for it." Shifting his stance and pressing forward more, the tiger keeps Sid pinned in place as he gets a good angle at the panthers ass, tip finally pressing firmly against the quivering pucker of the feline. Outside the cottage they can hear gasps from the parents as some of them get a perfect view through the window at the action happening inside, watching as the tigers spined rod starts to penetrate the panther's tight ass, inch after throbbing inch pushing up into the black feline, and even outside the cottage his loud moan can be heard.
The tigers gutteral growls and the panthers desperate moans fill the cabin as rod is firmly wedged up into the panthers ass, instincts taking over for both critters. Sid drapes his arms over the tigers shoulders, and using that to support his weight, wraps his legs around the tigers hips, taking away all obstacles and giving the tiger perfect access to his ass, which the tiger quickly takes advantge of. Sliding his paws down to the panthers hips and letting gravity assist him, inch after throbbing inch disappear up into the panthers backside, until at long last he is fully sheathed within Sids bowels, feeling the muscles clench and caress his rod inside, driving his lust even higher. The tigers humps and lifts help guide and glide the panther on his cock, using the black feline to his advantage, eager to drain his balls deep within the panthers backside.
The moaning from both beasties start changing over into growls and groans of passion, the panther desperate to take the tigers load, and the tiger eager to give it, slamming away at the sweet ass wrapped around him, using it to his every advantage. The tigers claws extend to help grip the panthers hips, fucking him with every feral ounce he has, that thick red rod pumping in and out of the felines backside, pre spitting deep within to help lube, the tiger nearing his peak.
Without warning, the panther howls, and the tiger can feel his rod spasm against his stomach, and ropes of thick cum shoot out between the two kitties, coating both chests in the white cream, and drenching the tigers Santa top. But lost in the moment, the scent of cum and sex filling the air in the cabin, the tiger continues fucking and rutting the feline before him, cock starting to throb harder within as he jams it deep inside time and time again, balls bouncing off the panthers ass with the power of the thrusting.
Finally, the tiger drills deep within, pushing down on Sid's hips, and bellows out a loud roar, balls raising up as his cock spasms, and a torrent of warm seed floods the panthers ass and creeps deep inside, hips gyrating to stay at peak as long as possible. Finally the tiger leans in, resting his head on the panthers shoulder, still supporting his weight as he stays wedged deep inside the feline. "Nnhhhhhh... Such a good boy.." he says, panting heavily.
Tilting his head slightly, the tiger peers out the window, seeing the room vacant, and mall security walking towards the shed, all eyes on the ass impailed on the Santa tiger's thick rod, and chuckles a bit. "I think we are about to be interrupted.. and I believe I will have more free time soon.."