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Taking a Break–Regular Content to Resume Jan. 20th

Hey all. So November and December were simply murderous, on account of a wide number of factors, including working the holiday season at a new bakery, getting horrifically sick over Christmas with a cough that is still hanging around weeks later, and in the midst of all that my husband and I have moved all of our shit across town to much larger and better place. Needless to say, I’d like a bit of a break.

Now, there will be content over the next two weeks, just not every day, and most likely not photo captions, though there may be a few here and there. Mostly, I’d like to put out a couple of metawriting entries, write a couple small reviews for some of the better stories I’ve read this past year, and work on my commission backlog which is still hounding me (sorry Karwood! I haven’t forgotten!). 

So, daily caption stories will return on the 20th, and I hope you all enjoyed our little Santa’s escapade. Too bad we’ll have to wait all year to see what happens, unless we have a little Christmas in July…

The Twelfth Day of Christmas

The sleigh came to a skidding halt on the snowy runway, landing upright thanks to the skill of the reindeer sluts pulling it, and not very much to Santa, who had his head back, moaning, Claude’s fuzzy face in his lap, swallowing Santa’s cock to the hilt. Claude sped up now that they were on the ground, bringing Santa to yet another climax, before they got their hairy, cummy bodies out of the sleigh, neither of them bothered by the cold and snow. Some elves hurried over and began unhitching the reindeer, getting them off to the barn, and Marty tromped over, grinning ear to ear, his huge cock flopping out, but when he saw Claude, his smile faded. “Who in the fuck is that?” he asked.

“This,” Santa said, pulling Claude close, “Is the new Mr. Claus, Marty–so why don’t you be a little nicer and say hello?”

Marty just glared at him, unhappy with this little kink in the plan. After all, Santa was his–he couldn’t just have his sexed up giver of toys have free reign all over the place. He was the one in charge now. He called the shots, no one else. “Aren’t you forgetting someone, Santa?” Marty said, tugging the older man’s balls and making him bend down so he could whisper in his ear, “I own your ass, Saint Nick, and unless you want to be pumped so full of cum that you can’t move for months, I suggest you send this trollip back to the bathhouse you found him in.”

Santa stood up calmly, a bit sad looking, but walked back to the sleigh, with it’s empty bags, and rustled around for something in it. “You know Marty, I didn’t have a chance to get you anything yet. Still, since you’re going to be such a dick about all of this, I might as well oblige!”

He spun around and grabbed the elf around the waist, and before Marty could squirm away, Santa had taken a small condom and pulled the rubber down over Marty’s face. The elf clawed at it, trying to rip it, but Santa just kept pulling it down further and further until Marty’s entire body was encased in the dildo. He fought and squirmed, but it was immediately obvious to Claude that the elf was starting to change, the features of his face and head distorting and twisting, the limbs of his body fusing to his sides, his huge dick and balls completely disappearing, sucked into his body, until all that was left was what might have passed for a rubber garden gnome, had the entire head not been replaced with the head of a cock.

“Well what do you think, should I give it a test drive?” Santa asked, but Claude just watched, open mouthed, as the old man tipped the elf upright and squatted down on it, taking the entire dildo into his ass, and when he stood up, all that could be seen were a couple of elfin shoes poking out his hole. “There, I think he’ll be much safer up there, don’t you? Now come on lover bear, Santa needs a good fuck!” he grabbed Claude by the hand and dragged him off into the house. Claude couldn’t believe what he’d just seen, and part of him was starting to have second thoughts about spending the rest of eternity here with this crazed, sexy santa.

And the elves, especially Timmy, just gathered at the scene and glared over at the house. Santa thought that destroying Marty would be the end of the story, did he? Well he was in for an equally wild Christmas next year, it seemed.

The Eleventh Day of Christmas

Santa had been curious about how Lars and Drew were going to turn out, but the spell had been so strong both of them had fallen back to sleep immediately, and he was almost done with his long night. Still…there was one person–and one fuck–he hadn’t quite been able to get out of his mind all night long. The Christmas party at the Bear’s Den was still going strong, even though the doors had been locked–that just meant it was time for the orgy. And one of the star players, there in the middle of it all, wearing his “Sexy Santa 2013” sash was Claude, a slender cub in a sling, and he was drilling his hole while the young man groaned.

“You like Santa’s present for you this year boy?”

“Oh yes sir! Thank you Santa…” the cub said, and Santa smirked. He hadn’t gotten a present from the real Santa yet, but he had an idea of what to give him. Claude gave a groan as he felt something change in the cub’s ass, and suddenly he could feel the muscles of the chute working overdrive, vibrating and pulling at his cock. The cub was just as surprised, as his super powered ass flooded him with pleasure, and his cock shot a huge load even as Claude buried in deep, unable to hold back any longer, and then stumbled back, letting another bear take his turn with the cub’s magic, sucking ass.

Claude looked over his shoulder, panting a bit, and smiled when he saw Santa sitting on a barstool, watching him back. He strode over and gave Santa’s nipple a tweak, and grinned, “I thought you couldn’t make the party?”

“Well, it looks like I made it to the after party after all. Besides, I didn’t want to have to compete against you,” he said, lifting Claude’s banner and winking, chuffing on his cigar, “I’m afraid it might have been a bit hard to go up against the real thing.” Claude could sense that Santa had something he was trying to work up to saying, but he wasn’t sure what exactly. He didn’t say anything back, letting Santa mull it over, before it finally spilled out. “You know, it was a year ago today that the old bitch I had hanging around for the last few centuries up and ditched me for some cubans in Miami, can you believe that?”

“Heh, well, it doesn’t seem like you’re missing her much.”

“I’m not…” Santa said, and stood up off the barstool, putting his arms around Claude, “It’s been a wild year, but…I miss…I suppose what I mean to say, is if you feel like freezing your ass off in some chaps at the North Pole, there’s a position open…if you don’t mind hanging around for a good long while.”

Claude grinned, took Santa’s cigar and puffed on it, “My ass was that good eh?”

“Heh…yeah, your ass was that good–and the rest of you isn’t bad either. So what do you say?”

“I suppose you can call me Mr. Claus if you want,” Claude said, and gave Santa a deep kiss, feeling the old man’s relief flood into him in a breath of immortality, feeling full of energy all over again, their cocks hardening together…and his was even getting bigger. In fact, he was changing again, but more subtly this time, his bread thicker and growing down to his chest, a thick pelt of white hair filling in across his body, and when he pulled back, and looked at his new husband, it honestly felt like it was meant to be.

“Come on, I want you to fuck me in the sleigh, big boy,” Santa said, gripping Claude’s new, thick cock, “Santa can’t do all the fucking after all.”