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[Bear]

We can’t help but grin at JayC’s comments, a turn away giving him a blind eye for his  deed. I pat Dopey’s head, “No worries lad, you are an elf for the holiday’s safe from that sweater.”

He breaths a sigh of relief, then twists his head as a sudden commotion rises from the rear doors of the bar. Their voices raised in joyous song.

Up on the rooftop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Clause
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones
Christmas joys

One group pushes forward  a large chair bundled tight under a tarp, the second group pulling in a smaller object also on movers rollers, wheeling both to the spot before the tree where they break still in song.  Happy and Doc scatter off disappearing as the remainder untie their find pulling the tarp free while still serenading us in song. As the work.

Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn’t go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn’t go!
Up on the rooftop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick

I scoot from the bar to see their find amazed as the tarp is pulled and I look at the huge chair, red velvet seating framed by a large Bavarian dark oak backing with detailed intricate carving. I move closer it’s a beautiful piece  gasp slightly,… it’s… beautiful but.. The carvings in the wood  of women entwined in passion were not quite what I had in mind.  The lads lock the wheels and from no where Doc and Happy return arms filled with decorations. They are like ants swirling over the chair wrapping it in garlands and ribbons.

First comes the stocking
Of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa
Fill it well
Give her a dolly
That laughs and cries
One that will open
And shut her eyes

I feel a tug on my sleeve.
Happy is beaming… “And the best part is it had a bench for people to sit on while they wait their turn.”

I shudder my worst fears confirmed. The second piece is rolled forward,  and latched tight under the thrones seat.  My eyes fix on the seat of the throne…. flat but cut in a U shape.

I wanted to say something but the lads seem so pleased with themselves.

Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn’t go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn’t go!
Up on the rooftop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick

Bashful straddle the chairs arm as he works. I am not certain he aware of what he sits on. The thrones arms are of a woman bent over performing cunninglingus on the carved image of her partner where it hooks to the back. Dopey is quite content polishing and buffing the buttocks of the end piece

Next comes the stocking
Of little Will
Oh, just see what
A glorious fill

Finished they scamper down and surround me… pushing me forward to sit

Here is a hammer
And lots of tacks
Also a ball
And a whip that cracks !

I grin… well there was a whip in the bag.

“The way I see it, Dopey leads the guests to you and I’ll tend to the bag and help you hand out gifts.’ comments Happy.

“Gifts?” the other chorus, suddenly the group scampers to the bag bending over to examine the contents.

“Look juggling balls!”, announces Sneezy as he pulls out a trio of balls and begins tossing them.

“No …No,…”  I move towards them “those are Ben Wa..”

“Bear this necklace is broken..”  Sleepy holds up a pair of strands of anal beads

“I can fix that!” pipes Bashful

“Rather gaudy and a little large don’t you think?” chipes Doc

“What’s this?” asks Grumpy he holds up the vibrator Dopey had earlier.  He switches it on and the phallus twirls wildly catching his long beard and entwine itself tight. As it rolls up.

I bend down to close the bag… “Boys! Stop it!”

“Look a magic wand!”

I glance up just in time to see a brilliant globe spark to life.

“Make a Christmas wish Bear!”  Suddenly I am tapped between the eyes by the violet wand set at full power. The hard shocking jolt surprises me and I stagger a bit… then straighten… Roaring..

“STOP IT… NOW!”

I stand panting… exasperated… uncertain how Covems manages them, but admiring him for it.

“Happy … Dopey… you stay… the rest to your quarters till the party starts.” I look around Dopey is missing.

The dwarves scatter off as Happy and I drag the bag next to the throne. Feeling a tug I look down… Dopey stands beaming holding up a cup of hot chocolate laced with the sweet aroma of peppermint. His face beaming with a smile. It’s infectious… I gratefully take the offering and look back to the bar.

Old Joe grins back polishing a mug. Obviously he has been  watching my dilemma,… smug amusement on his face until he suddenly jerks… the mug dropping from his grasp and the chaotic laughter of the dwarves fills the bar as they scamper off.

I glance down to Happy and Dopey… “Let’s have a fun night…”

And settle down to sit… on the festively decorated Queening throne.

[Bear]

quick conversions… I agree Adera… the MS is still badly lacking.

[Bear]

oh my god….who says reality sucks?

[Bear]

mmm… I'll have to let you be the rooster my friend…

Somehow I feel more the part of Foghorn Leghorn…

[Bear]

mmm… well the gift is from Bear not Ursus Brandy'  :

Dishrags are only for his special friends…

[Bear]

Chicken?…

I am not certain you would know what to do with me if I draw you….

whatever you want… that's the bet… lets see who is chicken….

[Bear]

Welcome Jem… stop by the bar… and if you are daring let Santa know your Xmas wants.

[Bear]

“yes we get the dance too”… speaking as I thunmb thru the Karma Sutra for positions invioling toasters.

[Bear]

I glance back at my two new charges, grinning at me enthusiastic of their duties. Dopey stands as proud as he can, gripping firmly at his tights which seemed destined to fall off.

You look great Happy… but um… couldn’t we find something better fitting for Dopey?
Dopey grins.. His tunic too large… the hat tilted cockeyed on his brow. He blows at it, sending it flopping back.

“Sorry sir,… just how it is… Bashful is a wonderful tailor… but no matter how we try… once left alone,… Dopey’s clothes never seem to fit.”

I sigh nodding, this will just have to do I direct them to help straighten out a spot near the tree for us. It’s Happy who points out the obvious.

“It just doesn’t seem right,” his eyes noting the standard bar chairs we have gathered in. “Santa needs something more… something regal… It’s Santa after all. He need a big chair adorned in decoration”

“Oh I agree,” I reply eying the poor substirute,… “but it’s a bit late for trying to dig up a throne for Santa.”

Happy looks lost in thought, deep thought, I pay no attention to Dopey wandering off to the bag.

“You have an idea?… Any suggestion,  I totally agree with what you are saying..”

“Well,… Grumpy did tell me he saw a throne down in the dungeon.”

“The dungeon?” , my first thoughts were rather skeptic of finding something suitable there.

Happy nods enthusiastic… “In one of the spare dungeons… Christy or Janine had them store it there. Or maybe someone else… it’s been under cover… not used…. I think the movers left it on the rollers yet. The boys and I can have it up here in a flash.”

I hesitate… it’s not my place to use another’s equipment,… but with the festivities coming soon… I am in a bind. Whoever it belongs to I’ll just have to make peace if objections arise. I nod “Do it then… and be quick… time is running short.”

Happy scampers off… quick in a flash. I have to admit Covems picked his choices well. If anyone has the Xmas spirit it is Happy. I hear a buzz and whip about quick. Dopey is leaning over the bag holding a vibrating dildo which whirls wildly in his grasp.  It pops his nose surprising him, dropping the gyrating toy as he jumps back nearly losing his tights in the moment. With one hand holding them he stares at the thrashing toy flopping like a cat toy before him. I rush in… “No playing in the bag lad. These are for others.”

I chase down the errant toy., shutting it of f.

“Best we go have a cup of hot cocco and wait for your mates to return.”

I take Dopey in hand and lead him in tow back to bar… figuring best I keep an eye on him as we eagerly await the return of the rest of the crew.

[Bear]

quote “Getting Bear to kneel before them… ”

what’s with this?

You all are just challenging me to turn the table on you… or is that a secret Xmas wish? : 🙂

[Bear]

With the big red bag slung over one shoulder, I step from the rain and enter the bar, my boots clomping loudly announcing my entrance., I pause briefly to admire the transition which has taken hold here. The bright festive adornments make me smile. No words feel adequate for what Covems and his dwarves have accomplished here.

“Well look at what the cat has drug in!”

I eye Joe and grin at his greeting winking to him as I cast a glance towards him standing there behind the bar polishing a holiday mug clean. He frowns… nods towards me.

“You’re dripping.”

I glance down eye the beads of water from the storm spilling off the fish slicker onto the bar floor.

“For all the wrong reasons. “ I quip, but I see no smile at the innuendo. He is quite serious. So I settle my load to the floor, Slide the slicker off and hang it to dry on a  near coat rack. As I pick up the bag and make my way to the bar, Joe begins preparing a drink for me.

“The usual Bear?”

I shake my head no… “Hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps… I am in a holiday mood.”

He eyes my attire. “As I see… “ noting the jingle of bells on my boots and my santa outfit. “anything in the bag for me?”

I settle on a stool, smirking. “That my friend depends on your kink. I figure I’ll sit by the tree for a bit, if any are brave enough they can sit on my lap and whisper a PM to me  of their xmas wish. Then I’ll see what I have in my bag that might meet their wants. This Santa isn't nickpicking the details. Naughty or nice… though the naughtier the better. The ole north pole gets lonely for attention.”

My eyes drift to the abandoned sweater nearby.

“You need to lose the hat.”  he remarks. “A new hat?”

The sweater gnaws on my curiosity.

“A replacement… mine is still floating about  here. Keep an eye peeled for it.” I reach down into the bag, hauling out a white beard  and appropriate hat to complete the costume, removing the ragged old replacement hat .and storing it in the bag. That sweater… holding my attention.

Draining the mug I rise, hook the beard on and slip the red cap, then reach for the sweater.

“Ho Ho….oh my god.” Gasping as the design unfolds as I lift it. Stuttering for words as I eye it “What poor smuck is stuck with this? Brandy doing this to you?”

“Gwad no“,. replies Joe. “I’d rather be stripped naked and forced to wear donkey ears for a game of pin the tail then wear that.”

I toss him the sweater. “Sadistic one whoever chose this.” I rise, gather the bag and  head off to set up Santa’s section. “If you see Covems, ask him to send over a couple of dwarves,… I need elves… dressed appropriately… or a volunteer… Santa has needs you know.”

I head towards the tree, thankful I am not forced to demonstrate my love by wearing such sweater.

[Bear]

If that is an option I would jump in and join.. no doubt hoping you draw my name Brandy 😛

After a few of your comments of late… a firm hand might be deserved ;D

[Bear]

well already in it… and the red cowboy hat finally has a purpose.

Happy Holidays all.

(I think it a great idea.)

[Bear]

I ease Bluedenim slowly down to the alter… her weak kneed limp form still trembling from aftershocks as she settles there.  The taste of her juices smeared on my face,… her aroma filling my lungs fuels the lust which has been building. Penned too long the beasty inside trembles in anticipation of  Blu’s offering, it’s too tempting to take her immediate, I need the lust tempered, and luckily have a willing subject to distract me and temper the need.

My eyes drift to Adera, bundled nicely her attire shredded and in disarray.  I search for signs of distress, but note the moist parted lips… the subtle brush of her tongue and dilated pupils. Her eyes meet mine with hopeful anticipation, and I am not one to deny. I cross back to her, run my hands along her toned supple body.

“Delicious…” I mumble more to myself than the crowd. Fingertips drift along her toned body and I break briefly reaching for the lubricant, smearing the slick gel generously over the engorged member jutting full and in need from the flaps of my leather pants. I position her for the crowds view, hiking her hips up knees spread as I bend in and tease at that beckoning puckered entrance, a slick finger running slow at her orifice playing there along the tight rim before probing deeper, penetrating deeper to fuck and tease as it brushes slow against the prostrate. Then pressing a second finger, so tight in the grip of her anus as the lubed digits press and move prepping for my  attention. I hear her moan… the delight in the moment feeling her shift, eager in fucking the digits back, wanting more… wanting no doubt for me to gift her that lusty meat now shimmering slick in the torchlight surrounding the dais.

I want her bad,… but temper the fire  with slow delight…I want to savor her… feel her shudder and dance in pleasure on my meat before I release my own greed upon her. Crouching behind her I grip that throbbing shaft and direct the broad cap to her awaiting need, pressing slow as I feed crown into that tight bottom, then tease letting the crown, penetrate, her body react, pressing in repulsion of the crown penetrate again and tease there back and forth in the shallow play.

I hear Adera's moans. Hear her protests and low utterances of the promise  so close,.. Denied… then ease gently in…shallow to hold as I reach about her and brush my fingertips along her firm shaft, teasing them briefly on the slick cap of her dick coated in precum.

“I know what you want and need my lovely”,

I press deeper easing full as my hands grip her hips

Ahhh, yes, so good,… so tight… it’s what I need in the moment. and hips begin to move slow, hearing her cries of joy as I begin taking my pleasure as my fingers dig into a tighter grip feeling her move  in need under me, the subtle rolls as she eagerly seeks to fuck..

“Not so quick my Swedish pet…this is mine to toll for your involvement.” I smack her ass hard  and thrust hard back at her. The action breaking the barriers on my own restraint. My thrust send my hips slapping hard against hers, and her audible response clearly evident.

And I fuck… forceful… patient.. Taking Adera in hard pounding thrusts…. Which begin a slow purpose building on it’s own momentum
My hand drags along her back, sliding down to dig into her blonde mane twisting there into her locks until her hair is secure in my grip and I pull back, letting the crowd see the obvious joy in my actions on her. Then I ride her, bridled there in my grip. Riding her hips in growing passion as I crash down into her.

Somewhere in that ride I hear Adera’s cry of joy,… her body shuddering under me… wracked by an orgasm which sends her limp in my grip. She is my sex doll now…. Ridden hard until I find my satisfaction… fucked until I find that edge of sweet release and burrow deep… holding to let her feel the pulse  climb my shaft as my seed empties into her depth. Grinding against her as I ease her up and nustle against her neck. Her breasts dangling there  as I kiss and whisper in her ear…

“Thank you my dear, you were quite enjoyable.”

I lick Adera’s  earlobe and blow softly into it before easing her down, carefully releasing her hair from my grip as I ease myself from her body.  Then release her sprwled in dishevlement on the dais.

Rise again and turn my eyes back on Blu’

I see the mixed signals there,… part fear,… part want…

I shall pull her past her fears….  And I move now for the finality of the party.

[Bear]

It was a great read Eve, and more so that you took the time to join in.

Mooncalf does have a nice point in page referencing, although some of those episode posts are spread out.

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