BtF - Cubby Christmas Carol

Content Warning: Horny Cub (4F), Teen Sex (13F+14M), Adult Sex, Wholesome Loving Consensual Monogamous Sex for Purposes of Reproduction, Seriously Degenerate Shit

 

 

Before the Fall

“Cubby Christmas Carol”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#

 

 

Chapter One - “Christmas Eve”#

Krista couldn't sleep; the anticipation was almost too much for a four-year-old to bear. It felt like it had been hours since she was tucked in already, and the house grew quiet as the chill of the night seeped through the window beside her bed. It was the first real cold snap of winter tonight, and what better a time for it than the night of Christmas Eve. Krista nestled into her blankets and hugged her favorite plush pillow - her Super Star -  tight and shut her eyes, thinking about all the fun and excitement and surprises in store for her in the morning after Santa's impending visit.

Her list wasn't long this year. Santa was surely going to bring her all of her wishes, she was sure of it! Trying to will herself to sleep, she recited her letter to Santa word-for-word, just how her Mommy helped her write it, muffled into her Super Star pillow. 

Dear Santa, I hope you're well. I've been a very good girl this year. Mommy says the man at the mall had a fake beard because he was just helping you out, and that I'd know when I saw the real Santa Claws because you're a great big polar bear! I'd very much like to meet the real you someday so I can give you a hug and thank you for all the nice gifts! 

I hope you can bring all the boys and girls everything on their lists this year even if they might have been a little naughty and pulled your helper's beard off.

I'd like a new Nintendo controller so I can play video games again, I promise I won't let Max chew up the wires for this one. I want a pink princess dress with a tiara so I can play pretty princess with Gina when she comes over to play. And could you please bring a My Little Pony with a real brushable mane and tail so me and Sarah can play pony salon?

And the most special and biggest of all; please bring a little baby brother to play with! I promise I will be the best big sister ever and even help change him and feed him and read him stories!

Love,
Krista Calico
Age 4

P.S. - Merry Christmas!

She'd never stayed up this late before, and the quiet that settled in was peaceful and almost exciting in its novelty. The wind whooshed outside, but it wasn't scary; just a chilly blow of Jack Frost finally saying hello even if he showed up to winter a little late this year. She could hear the little desk clock ticking away on her dresser; she was still learning to tell time but the ticking was comforting when she woke up late at night. She sighed, and curled her tail around her feet under the covers, snug as a bug as the thermostat in the hallway clicked, and a few moments later, the vent across the room whooshed quietly as the warm air began to flow. Slowly, but surely, the dull whoosh of the air vent lulled Krista to sleep.

She awoke, unsure how much later, to a dull thump-thump and slide above her room. It didn't startle her, it was Christmas after all! It made perfect sense that Santa would have to land on her house sometime to make his delivery. She'd never woken up from it before, but she was sure this had happened plenty of times before. She did get gifts as far back as she could remember. She listened closely as heavy-sounding footsteps made their way across the house, and then…nothing? No…no, she could hear something else. A heavy footfall downstairs, in the den, then another, and some rustling.

The fireplace! she thought, Santa comes down the chimney!

She thrilled at the prospect of Santa Claws being downstairs, right this very moment, lovingly nestling her gifts under the tree- maybe taking a few bites from the sugar cookies she left out for him, or a sip of the glass of milk..! Oh, she couldn't help herself - who was she kidding?! She'd been such a good girl this year, and Santa couldn't possibly be upset with her for just sneaking a little peek.

Krista slipped out from under her covers, her socked toes curling on the rug as she stood. The kitten quietly stalked across her bedroom floor with every ounce of feline stealth she could muster. Her bedroom door was cracked, letting in a ray of light from the bathroom light left on across the hall, and as she carefully swung her door further open she crouched, and sneaked down the hallway to the landing over the stairs. She looked down into the living room from between the banisters, her ears pivoted toward the rustling and rummaging around the tree. She glanced toward her parents' door, which was shut; they almost never shut their door all the way. Small graces for a kitten, she prowled further yet, and craned her neck to glimpse a shiny black boot, and a glimpse of a fluffy-white rimmed pant-leg.

It's him! she thought, excited- but she froze as she heard a soft, but deep and warm voice from the living room.

“Is that little miss Krista Calico I hear on the stairway? Come down, dear; I've saved a cookie just for you!” the kind voice said, soft-spoken but with a deep rumble. Krista didn't move, dumbstruck by being caught so easily.

“Come, quickly dear! Before I need to go deliver gifts to all of the other girls and boys; even the ones who might have been a little naughty and pulled my helper's beard off,” he softly rumbled with a jovial little chuckle. Krista knew it for sure, now; he was the real Santa Claws! She crept down the stairs, her green eyes wide as he came into full view. Nine feet tall and easily six hundred pounds of fat, red-coated Christmas icon; Santa Claws himself.

“You really are a polar bear!” Krista said, still awestruck by what she saw.

“I am. A north-polar bear!” he agreed, chuckling as the hefty bear knelt, and held his arms out for Krista. “Come here, dear, and give Santa a hug.”

Krista couldn't resist the offer and threw herself into Santa's arms, where she soon found herself enclosed in his strong, but gentle embrace. He smelled like gingerbread cookies, sawdust, and just a little sweat and fireplace smoke. He'd been working hard!

“I knew you were real,” Krista said as she purrred, her cheek rubbing in against Santa's chest as he rumbled another low, soft chuckle. “Did you bring me everything on my list? Was I a good enough girl?” she asked, hopeful.

“You were the best girl, in fact, and that is precisely why I'm here,” he rumbled as he slowly let Krista up from the hug and patted the top of her head with his huge paw, before offering her the saved cookie. “This might look like an ordinary cookie you left for me, but Santa's made it magical, just for you. It'll be our little secret, okay?” he smiled his kind-eyed smile under that bushy white bear beard.

“What's it do?” Krista asked, as she accepted the cookie. It looked just like one of the sugar cookies she and Mommy had left for Santa. Santa chuckled as he picked her up, and gently cradled her in his strong arms, carrying her back upstairs. He could be very quiet, when he wanted to be. As he ascended the stairs, he rumbled in hushed tones to her.

“It tells a story of Christmases, past, present and future,,” he said, gently shouldering through her open bedroom door and laying her back in her bed, tugging her blankets up and tucking her in just like she liked, even with her Super Star plushie tucked close, just how she liked. “When you take a bite of this cookie, you'll get to see Santa's helpers in your dreams, and even watch as they work together to make the most special gifts that even Santa can't bring,” he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “The first bite will show you a Christmas past. The second, a vision from this very Christmas night. And the third will show you a Christmas yet-to-come.”

Krista was a little confused, but as Santa smiled reassuringly and patted her cheek, she smiled back and remembered her manners. “Thank you, Santa.”

“There's a good girl. Goodnight, Krista.” he smiled. Santa turned, and stepped out of her bedroom, but before he could go, Krista spoke up.

“Santa?”

“Yes?”

“Will I ever see you again?” she asked, looking at his massive silhouette standing in the door.

“Oh, I'm sure we'll bump into one another again, eventually. So long as you keep on believing. Merry Christmas,” he rumbled softly, before her door was swung back to its barely-open position, just where she liked it. The kitten saw Santa's shadow disappear from the doorway and heard nothing after that, not even a squeak from the squeaky stair near the bottom. She took a bite from her cookie and laid the rest atop her nightstand, before nestling in with her beloved Super Star. Before long her eyes grew heavy, and she slowly but surely drifted off to sleep again as the snow began to fall outside.

 

Chapter Two: Christmas Past#

As Krista fell asleep, her head swam with thoughts of what Santa's magic cookie might have in store for her, and she could have swore she heard the big, kind bear's deep voice rumbling a low, loving chuckle in her mind. The warm, silent peace of sleep took her, washing over her with a briefly weightless thrill before it coalesced into a dream, flourishing with immersive detail. She found herself looking down upon the living room from the top of the tree as her Mommy and Daddy embraced in front of the fireplace. There was low, slow Christmas music on the radio, and they were swaying, quietly, together, as her Mommy rested her cheek on her Daddy's shoulder.

“Tom,” Mommy said, her fingers curling in against his sweater, plucking it lovingly with her claws. He nuzzled down to her ear with a querying vocalization, not quite a purr, not quite a meow. “I'm ready,” she said, quietly. Krista could feel the brief confusion, before excitement rose in her belly to mirror Daddy's.

“Ready to try again?” Daddy said, surprised, but he smiled as Mommy nodded her head yes. His fingers pressed in at the small of Mommy's back, drawing her just a little closer. Krista felt funny, a stirring in her tummy as Mommy looked up to Daddy. Another stirring lower down as well as Mommy and Daddy's eyes met. They kissed, their eyes slipping shut as their dancing slowed, and stopped, beside the crackling fire as the music continued in the background. Krista had seen Mommy and Daddy kiss before, but never like this. 

Mommy and Daddy's muzzles locked together, and Mommy's hands rested on Daddy's cheeks. Daddy stroked a hand over Mommy's head, folding her ear back, and thumbed at its base as his hand flattened against her back and drew her closer yet. Krista could feel what Mommy felt; a firm ridge, pressing low on her pelvis as Mommy snuggled close to Daddy. She could also feel the warmth of Mommy's tummy, inexplicably pressed against something strong and firm, low down between her legs. The sensation was strange, but nice, and love welled in her heart with Mommy and Daddy's as Daddy laid Mommy back on the big, fuzzy blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace and knelt over her, still kissing as his hand caressed under her shirt and he curled his claws in her bare fur. Krista wanted to giggle at the sensation; it tickled, and after a moment a peal of Mommy's laughter helped relieve the urge.  

Mommy and Daddy worked together. First to pull Daddy's sweater up and off, and then Mommy's. Daddy left on his red and white stocking cap, but eagerly unbuckled his slacks, and pushed those down and off along with his boxers. Krista had never seen her daddy's thing so big and hard before, it stuck out proud from his lap, the furry covering overflowed with a pink, glossy finger of flesh, with a ring of spines around it base. It felt very nice when Mommy's hand reached to caress it, and the big dangling orbs underneath as Daddy hastily worked Mommy's own pants open, and he started tugging them down with Mommy's panties. They both laughed as Daddy almost fell off the couch while Mommy lifted her legs to help Daddy's efforts.

Daddy was atop Mommy again in a flash, however. He kissed her hard, his hands roaming all over Mommy's body. Mommy touched him back, all over his sides and hips, over his chest and down to his private parts, and Daddy touched Mommy's privates too. They were breathing heavy, and getting very excited; she could feel the flutters in her own tummy as Mommy and Daddy got very, very close and showed their love in this curious new way to one another..! It felt so, so very nice and tickly as Daddy and Mommy cuddled up with their tummies pressed tight together; Mommy gasped, and her eyes stared up into Daddy's for a long moment, before Daddy moved and set off more sparks and sparkles in their bellies.

It all felt so, so very special and in such a new and profound way that Krista squirmed in the dream, even without a body to do so with! She gasped as she saw Daddy push forward again, and she saw his back flex, his naked body arched to Mommy's. Mommy's claws raked through his back-fur, and her toes curled. They kissed, more needily now; they panted into each other's mouths, and made funny, sweet moaning sounds to each other. They were both so excited, and Krista, somehow, knew why. She knew they were doing something very, very special as she felt the excitement deep down between Daddy's legs throb and pulse and watched him shudder and shake against Mommy! She felt that spiky flare inside her and the plucking sensation against her insides and then a tense, fluttery blooming of good tingles from inside, as warmth spread and washed into her from Daddy and she knew, then and there, Daddy was putting a new little baby inside Mommy! Daddy's warmth spread in sharp spurts, timed with spiny flares in Mommy's insides, as her parents kissed and moaned out loud to each other, embracing each other tight and shaking for what seemed like forever..!

Krista woke up with a gasp, the tingly sensations still between her legs. She was hugging her Super Star funny, with its arm nestled between her thighs as she rubbed herself against it, tickly and shuddery through her whole core for a few long moments… It was such a strange and confusing little dream and it made her so excited and curious..! She knew, somehow, that Santa had just shown her something very, very special. She knew, and she didn't know how she knew, but she knew that she just saw, and felt, Mommy and Daddy making her..! 

The kitten's attention again turned toward the cookie on her nightstand. She reached out, picked it up, and took a bite, not bothering to dislodge her Super Star from its new cuddling place. She put the remaining bit of cookie down as she chewed and swallowed, and cozied back into her bed and hugging her pillow.

 

Chapter Three: Christmas Present 
(As in ‘today’, not…well… you know what? Fuck it, that too.)#

Krista soon fell back into a deep, immersive dream. This time, in her own body; there in the hallway, earlier that night. Some noise had awakened her, and upon investigation, she found the living room empty. Mommy and Daddy's door was closed, but she heard sounds from within. She crept closer, and carefully nudged it open. It wasn't fully latched, and the door opened without a sound.

The sight was now, somehow, familiar to Krista. Mommy and Daddy were naked together, their bodies close, gyrating against one another. Less eager and rowdy than before, this time it seemed…tender? Gentle. Slow, and smooth and patient. Daddy laid back, his hands stroking Mommy's breasts, as Mommy rolled her hips steadily back and forth against Daddy's. They were panting, still, but it wasn't the frantic, hard-work panting; this was different. Mommy's nipples stood up under Daddy's fingers, and their tails were coiled together. Daddy's toes flexed and curled as he worked gently under her, in time with Mommy.

Krista crept closer, as Mommy and Daddy were too lost in their play. They didn't notice her. She stood beside them and smiled at how much love he could see on their faces, even in the dim light cast from the hallway. Mommy adoringly smiled down to Daddy, and he gazed into her eyes, lost in those throbbing, tingling sensations between their legs. Krista looked down, for once able to see more closely; and saw Daddy's thingy big and strong like it was before. It had come out of its furry covering and went up inside Mommy's belly from underneath, and each time Mommy rose up a little bit she could see it was glistening with wetness. Daddy's hands dropped from Mommy's breasts, and stroked over her sides and rested on her hips, guiding her motions as he worked more urgently beneath her. 

Daddy was breathing harder. Mommy, too; as they shared that strange, back-and-forth cuddling Krista could see them getting more and more excited. Daddy moaned; just a short little ‘ah’ that signaled some tense, rising excitement. A warning, almost. Mommy answered in turn, leaning back in Daddy's lap a little more and rocking her hips forward and back as her hand tucked down between her legs. Their motions grew more needy, just like before - urgent, and shaky, and abruptly jerking and squeezing together, Daddy letting out a strained, stifled grunt and groan as Mommy huffed out voiceless little breaths of ‘yes, yes!’ as they pulsed and shook and jerked together, washing, surging rushes of pleasure flooding through their bodies that Krista could sense, but for some reason, didn't feel as acutely as before.

As those sensations faded, Mommy and Daddy slowly relaxed, and Mommy simply leaned down and pressed close to Daddy again, as he pulled the covers over them both and held her. They kissed while purring faintly, and it made Krista smile and purrr too, seeing how much Mommy and Daddy loved each other. She felt the same glowing warmth in that moment - the same promise she did in the dream before. A new life had been created, deep, deep down inside Mommy's belly, planted there by Daddy.

Her heart swelled with so much excitement and love for her little brother to come that it woke her up, and she sat upright in bed. She was hot, deep down between her legs. She'd been sweating, and she pulled her Super Star up to hug it again, as she squirmed her thighs together and purred faintly, still feeling very tingly and special inside. She laid back down and came eye-to-eye with the final remnant of the cookie lying atop her nightstand. She reached out, took it, and ate the rest in a single bite before nestling back against her pillow, nestling her face in against the short velvet star pillow that she embraced as she drifted back off to sleep.

 

Chapter Four: Christmas Yet-To-Come#

Krista found herself in her room, this time. It looked different - there were posters for bands she didn't recognize, and most of her toys were gone! But, for some reason, this was okay. There was little attachment to those things, now; separated by nine years of new experiences and fascinations. She picked up her eyeliner and leaned forward in the mirror, putting the final touches on her minimal makeup. Her belly was fluttering excitedly; it was Christmas Eve and she was going to a big family party with her steady boyfriend. They'd been going out for three years - it may as well have been an eternity, even for the thirteen year old ‘big kid’ she found herself as. 

Krista looked into the mirror. She was pretty. A big kid, for sure; she looked a lot like Mommy. She had a cozy knitted sweater on with reindeer all over it, and a cute little red skirt underneath. An excited thrill ran through her tummy again, as she saw her boyfriend. A cheetah boy, just a year older than her; Travis was his name, that's right..! He lived in the nice neighborhood down the road, not too far to walk, but not so close she could sneak out to see him easily. His family had a big house, and they always threw a spectacular party for their family and loved ones on Christmas Eve.

“Krista! Come on, you don't want to be late, do you?” she heard called from downstairs, Mom's voice. Then another voice, chanting in a sing-song cadence. A new voice to her, despite the exasperation she felt in that moment.

“Krista and Travis, sittin' in a tree!” the young boy chanted, giggling at her from the door. She pivoted and froze for a second. He was beautiful. A little kitten boy, eight years old roughly, taunting her from the hallway. “You guys are totally gonna smoochy kiss aren't you?!”

“Wouldn't you like to know you little perv!” she retorted, despite her shock at seeing such a beautiful sight as that little brother she'd wished for so long ago. “Coming, mom!”

“I'll bet you are!” she heard Tommy, named after Daddy, of course, taunt her as she grabbed her purse and rushed out of her room, doing a little twirl at the top of the stairs and giggling as her mom took a picture while she was rushing down. Mommy looked tired, but in a happy sort of way. Older. She was getting fat, too.

The dream shifted, changed, and rushed forward. Before she knew it, she was kissing her mom on the cheek and turning to find him waiting for her. Travis. He was gorgeous. Slacks and an ugly sweater, and a big, charismatic smile that was well-suited for him, even for an awkward fourteen-year-old. He'd opened the door for her, and was offering her a hand. Perfect. Gentleman. Krista leapt forward and hugged him, giggling, and after he closed the door they both waved to her mom, before heading inside the big house. It was effectively a mansion as far as Krista was concerned, decorated heavily in white Christmas lights, trees and wreaths. Her family went big for Christmas. Travis's went rich big.

They cruised into the party together, hand-in-hand, and made their rounds. Krista said hi to Travis's parents, who she liked, and they seemed to like her too. Then his uncles and aunts and his grandma, who she enjoyed talking with for a few polite minutes on the couch as Travis fetched hot chocolate for them. Every time she saw Travis, though, her heart fluttered. Something was special about tonight, and Krista was sure she knew what it was. There was something welling inside her, a grown-up sort of feeling that she'd felt twice before on this very evening, and it was starting to build again. Travis took her hand, and suggested they take a walk. Krista knew, immediately, what this meant.

They made sure they were seen around the party, and within ten minutes had managed to sneak upstairs through the staff stairway hidden behind the pantry, and out of the supervisory gaze of the adults and Travis's siblings.

Krista flopped back on Travis's bed with a giggle as he crawled over her, and they kissed. It was an eager, open, loving kiss as he eagerly raked her skirt up and unfastened his pants, Krista's nethers burning hot already as she reached down to dig her hand into his underwear before he could even get them down, feeling that firm, familiar spike of cheetah-flesh that throbbed as she squeezed it in her hand. Travis gasped and pushed forward into her grip even as he shucked his slacks down off of his rump, and pressed closer, as Krista tugged her panties to the side. She parted her knees around his hips, and Travis took charge. There was always the briefest little awkward moment as he got into position, but soon Krista felt him find his mark.

Travis wasted no time. He hilted in Krista with an eager vocalization, a coarse, short ‘merow’ that made Krista giggle as her boyfriend filled her with his boyhood. She kissed him again and he kissed back, pumping his hips eagerly. It was almost frantic. Needy. An urgent, but loving mating that plunged the cheetah's flesh to the hilt again and again within her, his balls squeezing to her with each eager thrust. He shuddered and panted, and she did too; squeezing around him and encouraging him with happy mewls and whimpers.

Travis gasped, suddenly. He arched and shoved deep, and Krista felt his barbs prickling within her as they flared, and the cheetah grunted. She squeaked out against his shoulder and huffed a desperate breath out, as she felt his tip kiss her cervix, just before it fired a hard, slimy squirt of fertility straight into her belly; that blooming warmth she'd grown to know well this evening spreading, now, within her own belly as her beloved Travis kissed her, pulsing six times before shuddering and relaxing. They laid together for a few long minutes, kissing and gyrating their hips together, before Travis withdrew, and they both giggled at the string of slick-white slime that connected him to her, before he wiped it up like the gentleman he was.

“I love you, Krista,” Travis said, kissing her again after he'd gotten her panties fixed, though Krista could feel the majority of his load deep in her belly still, spreading his warmth behind her bellybutton.

“I love you too, Travis. Merry Christmas,” she said. They both giggled again, a knowing giggle, as they rubbed their noses together and kissed once more, before fixing their clothes and heading back out to the party…

Krista woke up. Her panties were slick, and her Super Star was snuggled back between her legs again. She blinked her eyes open slowly and saw daylight - brighter than she'd expected; and she realized it snowed last night. And it snowed a lot. Her dreams faded, a bit, in her immediate memory as she realized what daylight meant! 

 

Chapter Five: Christmas Morning!#

Krista ran into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom in her nightshirt and panties, her honey running down the inside of her leg as she found them in each other's arms, still waking up.

“It's a white Christmas!” the little girl cheered as she leapt onto their bed and climbed up astride Daddy, who laughed despite the slightly-awkward fidgeting under the covers. Mommy smiled her sleepy smile and mm-hm'ed to Krista.

“It is, sweetie! Did you sleep good?” Mommy asked.

“I did! Santa came last night1” she blurted, fidgeting atop Daddy. Krista thought it felt nice to feel her daddy's warmth under her, much like her Super Star. Daddy didn't seem to mind, and just rested his hand on her hip to keep her steady.

“He did. Do you think he brought you everything you wanted?” Daddy asked with a warm smile, resting his head on his hand as he looked to the energetic little girl who was squirming atop his lap. Krista flashed a big, broad grin.

“I know he did!”

 

-END-