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Story by tygacat on SoFurry

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#21 of Lyre City

Marra writes the list of things he'd like Old Nick to bring him.


The following story contains daydreaming, edging, masturbating, anal, bisexual, rimming, and incest type content. Reader discretion is advised.

Marra stumbled into his bedroom. The leopard was still clad in the blue and white cloak of Father Yule. He snatched the stocking hat from his head and tossed it to his bed. The robe joined it. He was done with that mess for the year. Finally. Unless of course the mall called him last minute to fill in on the three days between the solstice holiday and Old Nick's day. Which they would. He sighed. Tradition stated if letters and other requests weren't in by Yule Eve, this night, Old Nick wouldn't get them in time for his ride (why the allegedly omniscient deity needed them written was a mystery). Not that it mattered to the mall who could make money off the kids that procrastinated.

He sighed again, looking back at the robe. That was the fourth emergency replacement he'd been issued today. The first three ruined by the piss, shit, and vomit of various children today. He'd been kicked, bitten, and spat every day this season. And all for a way too small paycheck.

The rest of his clothes came off and he collapsed into his big armchair. He'd have to thank his housemate Joel again for the chair, last year's Yule gift from the wealthy otter. The otter was off with his family celebrating midsummer in the other hemisphere. And Becca and Chel were visiting their folks. This meant he didn't have to bother closing the door as he sat nude in his room.

His mind tried wandering somewhere else. But it just drifted back to his job. Worse than the kids were the parents or caretakers. The children at least had the excuse of not knowing better. But when he was given accusing looks for taking the job, blamed for the mall's overpricing of the photos, bitched at for perpetuating the myth he just wanted to crawl into his gingerbread cottage and hide for an hour. Worse than all that though was when they'd lean in close and whisper their lurid sexual fantasies in his ear. Marra shuddered. He'd been sexually harassed more times at this job than in the year he worked at an actual sex toy shop.

He had desires as well, weird little fantasies. But he wasn't going to inflict them on some helpless wage earner. He grabbed a pen and paper from his desk and penned,

Dear Old Nick,

I would like for gifts this Yule

  1. A large bosomed white tigress who is into anal.
  2. A flat chested fennec woman. I want to cum on her tits.
  3. A plump snow leopard woman to finger her pussy while I watch.

Now those were Christmas list items. His hand squeezed his now hard cock again. He glanced toward the wide open door. Oh, yes, he could leave it. His mind went to the three women beneath the decorated tree downstairs. All were nude, save for the ribbon that wrapped about them over heir naughty bits. They smiled and teased him to open their gifts. With a pair of scissors he'd carefully cut the tigress free. His fingers would play a bit with her pussy as she closed her eyes and murred her approval. He'd have to abandon her for just a bit while he freed the other sexy women from the confines of their ribbon.

A drop of precum dripped out of his cock and onto the hand that was tightly gripping himself. He hadn't cum in over a week, being too busy with work and other holiday obligations. His balls needed this bit of fun. He thought of pressing his cock into that plum tigress rear. His hand wrapping around her to grope her tits as he fucked her. Then he'd jerk himself onto the gorgeous little fennec while the snow mew ejaculated across the hardwood floor. Mmm, to him cumming onto a fur's body was as hot as actually fucking them.

He felt the orgasm washing over him. Quick, given his lack of any relief recently. He released himself. His body spasmed under the denial. A thick stream of cum leaked over his hand from the tip of his cock. His body shuddered as it tried to decide if that counted as an orgasm or not, but settled on 'no.' He lay back in the chair as he recovered from the half orgasm. Heh, no, not yet, he told himself. He had more gifts to list.

His eyes looked down at the list. This needn't be restricted to just women.

    1. A red panda male to jerk off in the shower.
    2. A red fox guy to fuck in the ass.
    3. A juicy bunny boy to fuck me in mine.

That first item was a long held and extremely specific fantasy he'd yet to realize. Some day he would have to hire a wah male to help him fulfill it. But for now he would have to settle for porn videos of the crimson fluffy guys jerking off in the shower. He had a few on his hard drive. He considered giving one another watch right now, but if he did he wouldn't be able to stop himself cumming instantly. His mind moved to the fox. Fucking a fox in the rear, such a cliché fantasy but such a hot one. And being taken himself, he'd never had an actual cock in him but he so wanted that to change.

He had to let go of himself again and let more hot white gunk leak from himself. A few deep breaths were needed to calm his pleasure-wracked body. His balls screamed at him to let them climax properly. But no, he wanted to keep writing. Taurs, he didn't have any of them down.

    1. A grey fox taur with BIG balls.

Grey fox because he already had a red one down. Big balls because of course. Large balls were actually a turn off for him on regular bipeds. But on a taur? Give him big pendulous sheep stones hanging between that guys legs. He'd spend two hours washing his tongue over the massive orbs. Then he'd roam north to lap at the fox's asshole. Big balls were a must though. The only exception would be for cat taurs. There he preferred nice tight testes like one would find on a true wild cat. Hmm, that would be item eight.

    1. A cheetah taur with cute fuzzy testes tight against his body.

He'd suck those cute little orbs while he stroked the cat's big cock. One more, since he had this whole rule of threes going.

    1. A ferret taur I can suck dry.

He'd suck at that cock until the ferret had cum four times over. Marra had to sit on his hands to keep them from finishing himself off. His fingers found his tailhole while he did that, though, and gave him a bit more teases there. That took his mind back to the bunny boy plowing him. His cock twitched and threw precum onto the floor. Heh, he was trying to cum without touch now, but ti wasn't to be. No, he still had more to go. After all, he didn't have any female taurs down there.

    1. A wolf taur to take in her pussy and ass
    2. A bunny taur with plump tits for me to fuck
    3. A hyena taur to jerk off onto the flanks of

Now he was talking. Really he hoped he'd fuck all nine holes, jerk off all over the bodies of the three taurs. As well as everyone else on the list. He'd definitely be kept busy by this list until next Yule. What last fantasies did he have. Incest? That was probably too naughty for this list. But what the hell? It was all for fun.

    1. Twin skunks, one male one female, sixty-nining.
    2. A genet fucking his younger brother in the ass.
    3. Two cousin female caracals making out in the nude.

Yes, the skunks. His tongue in her pussy, hers in his ass. And the genets, the older brother teaching the younger the way of things. And the caracals, kissing nude before one slipped to her knees to kiss the other's pussy.

His balls sore and sapphire, screamed to let them cum to those thoughts. But he had one more fantasy a white lioness standing nude at the foot of his bed as he lay on it. He beckoned her to join him. The rest of the harem were downstairs having fun, but he and she had retired to be alone. She climbed atop him and slid her pussy down over his length. His hands toyed with her stiff nipples as they made love.

That was the thought he came to. Cum spurted from his cock up over his chest and onto his muzzle. Marra's mind flashed to a different of his fantasy lovers with each burst of cum. Droplets splattered onto the paper he wrote. Even after his cock ceased throbbing cum poured from his tip and over his hand, balls, and chair. His head thrashed in the chair; his breathing harsh and uneven.

Eventually he slowed. He regained his thoughts. Looking at the list, he giggled. Old Nick would never grant these requests, unless the man wanted to give Marra a 'be careful what you wish for' lesson. After all, how would he feed and care for sixteen furs? Though if the old man did deliver Marra could probably get him arrested as a slave trader. He laughed at the thought of flashing lights surrounding the large sleigh.

Still, Marra had to think as he looked over the descriptions, would he deserve all that? For all his whining about the little kids, he never faltered in his act. For them he always put his best face forward so those that came in believing left believing all the more. And the rest of the year he did his best to be polite and friendly to everyone. He wasn't perfect, but he tried.

He picked up another piece of paper and wrote,

Dear Old Nick,

My name is Marra. I work in a mall as one of your helpers. I try to be a good and nice person all year long. Enclosed is a list of things I'd like for Yule. They are a bit weird, and probably quite in the naughty category. But if you could find a way to get me even one of them or something similar, it would be much appreciated. I will continue being nice and good even if you can't, as I understand these gifts are likely beyond you.

Sincerely yours,

Marra

He stuck the two papers in an envelope. A stamp was applied, and 'The North Pole,' written on the front. He dressed himself and walked to the mailbox at the end of the street. He tossed the letter in. Checking his phone, it was five to midnight, in under the deadline. Though the box pickup was ten in the morning and tomorrow was the solstice holiday anyway so it wouldn't go out until too late.

It was dumb anyway. In all likelihood he just made some church volunteer who answered the letters have a weirder day. And if his experiences as a Mall Nick were any indication, they got enough of that as is. But still, part of him hoped that somehow, someway the spirit of the letter would be answered.