#santaposting

Santa waited in the hall for his mistress and the elf-dolls to finish packing the sack. The centaur reindeer girls were ready to go, hitched up with their jingle bells nipple piercings and waiting in the courtyard with the sleigh, and Santa sighed with satisfaction, full of their cum. Because ever since he had been dollified, they would only cooperate with him after he let them use him as a fuck doll. Only in a post orgasmic haze would they consent to being hitched up to a sleigh and driven through the sky. The exception to this was Rudolph, who was still wandering around the courtyard, waiting for the Mistress. Rudolph could only cum on the the mistress's cock. But Mrs. Claus was still busy with her elves.

What were they doing in there? Santa was getting antsy, and Dasher and Blitzen seemed a little impatient too, shaking their tits in the wind. If they didn't get going soon, those reindeergirl might need another round.

Every year Mrs. Claus and the elves took longer it seemed. Every year there were more deliveries, too. Every year there were more dolls to be delivered to new witches. Every year there were more nice witches who needed dolls. Santa secretly thought some of the witches getting dolls were more naughty than nice. But his mistress kept the lists now. It had been years since Santa had even been given a glimpse of them. She said only witches could really understand witch alignment. It was too complex for a little doll with a head full of nothing like him.

She still relied on him for doll management at least. She'd still speak it over with him if a toy doll or one of the elf dolls misbehaved. "Is it still a good doll?" she would ask him. Usually he would answer "yes, of course." Sometimes the matter was more complex, but most of it came to a doll not having the conditions to thrive, and he would help figure out what those conditions were. She was a good witch! He loved her very much. Everything had been so much easier since he had become her doll.

Finally she and the elves came out with the sack, and Santa had only had to resort to pleasing Blitzen with his mouth. Rudolph ran up to the Mistress, nuzzling her, reaching under her skirt, with her human arms. Santa observed out of the corner of his eye, with Blitzen's dick (long for a reindeer) pushing into his throat. The mistress pushed Rudolph aside, laughing, and took out her cock. At 10 inches, erect, it was longer and much thicker than any of the reindeergirls and Santa longed for it inside of him. But she only bred him at the end of the night, when all of the deliveries were made. That was the rule. He saw her glance at him while an elf-doll at hand applied some peppermint-scented lube around Rudolph's delicate entry and over the whole length of her prick. Rudolph moaned at the digital stimulation and the tingly peppermint lube. Then it came around the front and started massaging Rudolph's jingle bell nipples while Mistress went around behind, grabbed Rudolph's hips, and entered her. Rudolph's nose started glowing brighter and brighter red, and her jingle nipples glowed too.

Once Rudolph was all charged up, Mrs. Claus lead her over to her place at the head of the sleigh, and helped Santa onto the seat. "Now we have three new witches this year, including one who doesn't know she's a witch," she said. "She might not be expecting you. She might insist you have the wrong girl. But it's your job to make sure she takes responsibility for this doll, and if you fail, then you won't get your reward tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Santa said.

"Now get a move on! You'll be late!"

"Oh! Of course Mistress! Of course! Now Dasher! Now Dancer! N—awaaaaa!" Rudolph had already started running, of course, and the team rose into the air.

Many of the witches who had wished for dolls this year were waiting sleepily for Santa by their fireplaces, and met their new companions with gratitude. Milk and cookies were offered to Santa and gratefully received, but some of the witches knew enough about dolls to know what Santa really liked. These witches offered Santa tastes of other things—their new dolls, their old dolls, their own magical sexes as well. And it was so nice to watch that fat little doll on his hands and knees between the legs of a doll, or between one's own legs, looking up at oneself in bliss and gratitude. And he was so good at it! Every witch told Santa what a good doll he was, and to pass on their compliments to Mrs. Claus.

The two new witches who were expecting their first dolls did not seem to know what Santa really liked, not in the same way. They petted him and made much of him, they played with his curly white hair and dandled him on their knee and made their new dolls curtsey to him. One of them tried to give him a tip. The other one offered to eat him out. He almost refused but she seemed to really want to. That was really nice! He felt kind of awkward about it though.

The third new witch, the one who didn't know she was a witch, had gone to bed by the time Santa got there. She wasn't quite asleep, no, others in her house were still up, celebrating with their dolls, making up spells for the new year. Every witch had given their doll a present, and every doll had given their witch a present. This witch had given and received nothing this year, because she didn't have a doll, and wasn't a witch. Santa understood this intuitively as he descended the chimney. He sometimes had an intuitive understanding of the recipients of his dolls but it usually only came to him whilst he was in the chimney of their house. This made it difficult in dwellings with no chimney where he had to enter through a door or window, but luckily this residence had a chimney and Santa understood that this new witch was all alone on Christmas, just wanted the noise and celebrations to stop so she could go to sleep and forget.

The noise did stop for a moment, as he emerged from the chimney in the middle of the party. Everyone, witch and doll, wondered who was the lucky witch to get another doll? It was a small doll, that Santa brought, a cloth doll that had been squished in the sack, a last minute addition that nearly did not fit. An afterthought. The reason it had taken so long to get going tonight, maybe. Santa carried it, instead of leading it by the hand, as it had the others, up the stairs to the new witch's bedroom. He knocked on the door. "Miss?" The sound of sobbing coming from inside stopped but there was no answer.

"Miss?" he said again.

"Wrong room," came the response. "I'm not a Miss."

"Miss, this is the right room," Santa said, "and this one is Santa."

The new witch appeared at the door and Santa handed her its new doll.

"W-what is this?" the witch said, holding it.

"This one is a doll!" the doll squeaked. "A doll for Miss!"

Tears appeared at the corners of the witch's eyes. "There's a mistake," she said.

"There's no mistake," said Santa. "I come from Mrs. Claus. She made this doll for you."

"I'm not a witch!"

"This is simply permission for you to become one," Santa said.

"I don't have a big hat. Or a wand. Or a broomstick. Or a cauldron."

"This one will help you," said the doll.

"You should give it a name." Santa took a peppermint scented handkerchief out of his breast pocket and wiped away the witch's tears. "Merry Christmas to you, Miss." He turned to go.

"Th-thank you, sir."

Some of the other new witches called him Sir sometimes. It felt so strange, ever since he had become a doll. But they would learn what a doll like him was due.

When he got back into the room with the fireplace, and the party, all of the witches and dolls cheered for the new witch and doll. And every last one of them gave Santa what he liked.

That last house had taken such a long time that the reindeer had gotten tired, and Santa had to cheer them all up with some Christmas head. Rudolph had to make do with some rimming, but it was enough to get her all lit up, if somewhat less brightly. They just needed to get home. They were all looking forward to Christmas snuggles and sex with the other reindeergirls.

On the way back they ran into a Christmas angel who asked for a ride back to the North Pole. It had business with Mrs. Claus. Santa thought he knew what the business was and he made several innuendos trying to break through the angel's cool shell. Finally he made it laugh and it said he was a fresh little rascal, but he could sit in its lap and it would wrap its soft fluffy wings around him for warmth. And that was nice because it was getting really cold that night, and nothing was softer than angel feathers.

When he got back the angel went inside to thaw out and talk to Mrs. Claus and Santa put the reindeer to bed and waited in the hall for her to finish. Mrs. Claus came out and told Santa to go up to the bedroom and put on his christmas negligee and wait for her. He heard them having strange angel sex downstairs for hours and was almost drifting off to sleep at the foot of the bed when he finally heard Mrs. Claus' footsteps on the stairs. He tried to shake himself awake, but it was no use, he was just too sleepy from all of the hard work he had done that night and Stillness was descending upon him.

"It's okay, little one," Mrs. Claus said. "You don't have to be awake for this. In fact, get comfy. After all of the trouble that angel gave me, breeding you might take a while. But I'm happy to take my time."

He felt her turn him over and lift up his ass. He felt her trace her finger over his slit, from which reindeer cum still dripped. He smelled the scent of peppermint, and she sank all the way into him with one thrust.