It was just before Christmas and the Mall was full of busy shoppers, scrabbling and squabbling to get the last things they needed for a happy holiday, and a few things they didn’t need besides. A dozen different Christmas jingles oozed out of a multitude of shops, merrily mingling with the cacophony of people with far too much to do and far too little time.

One of these people were Evelyn Stuart, a young brunette with a passion for studying (after getting a bachelor in such broad topics as history, philosophy and literature, she was now diving deep into modern myths) and without much of a clue (or care) as to what any of her friends or family might want for Christmas. As far as she was concerned, this holiday was just another tax on her precious student loan, but she knew they’d still take it as an insult if she didn’t get them anything. She was getting more and more panicky as she navigated the hazardous maze that was the other shoppers, and was just thinking that she should simply abandon this mad quest, buy everyone chocolate, and go home, when she saw something… odd.

Evelyn stopped short, blinked, and looked again. It was Santa. Well, Mall Santa. One of those guys in a suit that got paid to have children sit in his lap and wish for atrociously expensive things that their parents would have to hurry up and buy from one of the Mall stores. Except this one didn’t have a child in his lap – he had a woman about Evelyn’s age. And she wasn’t so much sitting as bouncing. And Santa wasn’t wearing any pants.

All thoughts of presents evaporated from Evelyn’s head, and she barely noticed her feet walking towards the strange tableau. As she got closer, she could hear the woman moaning, and there was no doubt about what she was doing with Old Nick. Evelyn wondered she ought to be scandalized, but somehow, she couldn’t muster it. Still, this couldn’t possibly be legal – what about the children? But a quick look-around told her that there were no children, neither in the queue lining up to Santa’s chair (though they had her fooled for a second – they were all wearing children’s clothing costumes and looked nothing like responsible adults) nor in the throng of shoppers shuffling past, apparently oblivious to the strange scene, or at least paying it no heed.

Evelyn watched from the back of the queue as the bouncing woman shook with pleasure, then dismounted Santa, was handed a very suggestive-looking wrapped dildo from Santa’s Little Helper (who had incredibly big breasts), and stumbled off while straightening her skirt. Her face looked blissful and vaguely empty. Evelyn tried to get a better look at Santa’s lap, now it wasn’t occupied, but just then the queue moved, blocking her view.

The next girl, wearing a rather silly princess dress, walked up to Santa. He asked her name, and whether she’d been a good girl this year.

“Oh, I’m always super nice,” she said. “For Christmas, for instance, I always put out cream and cookies for Santa!” And with surprising force, she ripped open the frilly bodice of her dress, making her breasts spill out. And what breasts they were! Two plump orbs, drooping with bounty; one was painted white, a droplet of milk already beading at the tip of the nipple, while the other was brown, completely encased in a coating of chocolate.

Santa laughed a booming ho-ho-ho and set to work. He milked that maid for all she was worth, nibbled her nipples, licked off the chocolate; made her moan and beg for more. One might even question how magnanimous this setup really was; her boobs were obviously extremely erogenous. But the display was incredibly hot, and Evelyn could almost feel it when Santa flicked the little princess’ nipple with his tongue…

Wait. She could feel it! When had she started touching herself? And how could she not have noticed until now?! Something very strange was going on here… She ought to leave. Ought to…

Santa pulled at the princess’ nipple with his teeth, and Evelyn pinched her own. The two girls moaned in unison. All thoughts of leaving evaporated.

Soon enough, Santa licked up the last of the chocolate, thanked the princess for the delicious meal, and lifted her off his lap. She seemed rather weak in the knees as she got her festively wrapped dildo from Santa’s big-breasted helper, and stumbled off without making any attempt at covering her saliva-covered boobs.

The next person in line was a man dressed in dungarees and a beanie. When Santa asked him whether he’d been naughty or nice this year, he said he all the time finished his greens… and offered to prove his dedication by eating Santa’s big cucumber and tomatoes. For a moment, Evelyn wondered she saw a look of disgust on Santa’s face… not happy with the simile, perhaps? But then he laughed, as jolly as all the time, and lifted the guy off his lap and down on the floor between his legs. And finally, Evelyn got a clear view of what was between his legs.

Santa’s erect member was meatier than any she’d seen before, nearly as thick as her forearm and just as long. Just the wondered of it in her cunt made her shiver. As for fitting it in her mouth, she wasn’t sure she could do that at all. But the dungaree lad was up for the challenge. He ran a long, wet tongue up and down the length of Santa’s giant dick, trailing saliva, before opening his mouth wide and sliding his lips over the flared head. Evelyn watched, mesmerised, as his head bobbed up and down, taking Santa deeper and deeper with each stroke. She didn’t notice when she started touching herself again.

More nice little boys and girls followed the dungaree lad, each wanting to prove just how good they were by having sex with Santa. And Santa obliged, ever jolly, his dick not drooping even for a second no matter how many times he unloaded. Evelyn kept watching, and she kept masturbating, but she stopped noticing, or questioning what she was doing. By the time she was first in line, she was wearing a tiny school-girl uniform, with no clue or care as to how or when she’d changed, or where her sensible shirt and trousers had gone.

Evelyn stepped up, and Santa lifted her up and put her on his lap, just like all the others. She was struck at once by how hot he was – he was practically radiating heat. How he survived in that thick, red robe was a mystery… Evelyn felt more like taking all her clothes off. And to sit so close to that huge, hard dick… oh, it was soaking her panties right through.

“And what’s your name, my dear?” asked Santa.

“E – Evelyn…”

“And have you been nice this year, Evelyn? Or have you been…”

“Naughty,” breathed Evelyn. “I’ve been very, very naughty…”

Santa cocked an eyebrow. As far as Evelyn knew, nobody else had declared themselves naughty all day, and she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d done so herself… the words had kind of just come of their own accord. But she wondered Santa looked… pleased? There was certainly something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before – something exhilarating.

“Naughty, is it?” said Santa. “So you don’t say your please and thank you?”

“Never,” said Evelyn. “And I don’t help with chores, either. And I hate sharing.”

Santa’s busty helper and the people at the front of the line all gasped in chorus. Sharing, after all, was what Christmas was all about. Santa merely furrowed his brows, though.

“Well, naughty little Evelyn… I suppose we’ll have to teach you, then. Starting easy, with the pleases and thank you, I think. Would you like that, my dear?”

“Screw you,” said naughty little Evelyn.

“No, that was wrong. You’re supposed to say ‘yes, please.’ Let’s try it again, shall we? Now…”

Suddenly, as though she weighed nothing at all, Santa picked her up again, flipped her over, and laid her down across his knee, arms and legs dangling, ass in the air. With another quick flourish, her panties were down around her ankles.

“Can you say please?”

“Hey, what the hell are you -“

SMACK! Santa’s hand came down hard. Evelyn gasped and started squirming, but his other hand held her in place.

“It’s a simple word,” said Santa. “Take your time, though. I can do this all night.”

His hand came down again, making her gasp. She’d never been spanked before – well, of course she hadn’t! – and in public, no less. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, burning hot alongside her… other cheeks. At the same time, though… the pain, the embarrassment… it was sort of making her more turned on than ever. And his hand was so close to her sex; she could feel the whoosh of air against her pussy lips each time he struck. She hoped it would come closer still before he was done with her.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say please?”

There was a brief respite as Santa asked again, and a silence fell across the crowd, waiting for Evelyn to speak. She didn’t. A chorus of gasps and winces, oohs and aahs rose from the crowd as another loud smack tore through the air. Evelyn knew they were all watching her just as intently as she’d watched all the nice little boys and girls. Maybe even more; she wondered she could feel a hundred eyes on her. And, to her mounting surprise… she loved it. She loved that her humiliation was turning people on. She hoped they were masturbating to the sight of her.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten how to speak, Evelyn,” said Santa with mock concern. “I’m not going to stop until you say please, and your raunchy little rump is looking so red already!”

Evelyn moaned wordlessly. Someone in the crowd called out, “Don’t do it, Evelyn! Be naughty!” Evelyn tried to discover their face, but they all blurred together. She wasn’t gonna let herself be ordered around by some random stranger, though…!

“Please,” she said, “please… don’t stop!”

Santa’s booming laughter rung loud in the mall, and she could tell that he was pleased with her. She urged him on, saying the coveted word over and over: Please, more! Please, spank me! Please, harder!

Her ass was positively glowing by the time they finally decided to let up, with her chanting thank you, thank you, thank you as he lifted her back on her feet.

“I believe our first lesson was a resounding success! If we keep this up, I’m sure your sweet mother won’t even recognise you when you get home. But we’re not done yet! You remember the next part?”

“Mhmm,” said Evelyn. “What chores do you want me to do?” She looked hungrily at his hard dick, and the wet spot her pussy had made against his thigh, hoping he might order her to clean it off.

“Well, Rudolph was supposed to join us, but he couldn’t make it. But now you’re glowing just as brightly as him – albeit at the other end, but how much of a difference can it make – so I think… you’ll make a decent stand-in.”

“What?” said Evelyn, giving him a look full of outrage. He wanted her to be his reindeer? And what, pull him around in his sleigh? Fly across rooftops? Fat chance.

“It’ll take a bit of adjustment, of course,” said Santa. “You’d better start with taking your clothes off. We’ll have to get you some horns, a tail… and sleigh bells, of course! The very sound of Christmas. Hooves, maybe? Or are you Bambi on ice in high heels?”

“What? No, I’m pretty good, but-“

“Excellent! Well, chop chop, we’ve no time to waste! Trixie, give the naughty girl a hand.”

Evelyn was too perplexed to protest as Santa’s voluptuous helper started stripping her out of her clothes. Only when the crowd started calling out to her with compliments on her tits did she realise she was standing quite naked in front of who knew how many people.

For a moment her rationality called out from wherever it’d been banished when she joined this bizarre circus, telling her to cover herself. It didn’t win through. Being subjected to so many strangers’ gazes was too exhilarating. Rather than vulnerable, she felt powerful. Gorgeous. Commanding.

That soon changed when Trixie started dressing her up.

“Open your mouth,” the elf girl said, and proceeded to shove a bit between her teeth, fastening it tightly with a strap behind her head. It wasn’t quite a gag, but close enough.

Next, she treaded a pair of what might be called long gloves down Evelyn’s arms, except instead of fingers they had hooves at the end, encasing her fists in hard keratin. Furthermore, straps on the gloves bound her upper arm and forearm together, forcing her to hold them up like a mantis.

“This is your tail,” said Trixie, holding a furry object up for inspection. “You best relax when I put it in.”

“Oh no, you can’t possibly mean,” protested Evelyn, or tried to through her bit, but the cheerful helper did it anyway, quickly slathering her sore ass in lubricant before forcing the butt plug inside her. Evelyn moaned. The crowd erupted in cheers. The tail looked amazing.

The horns were a simpler affair, just a cute pair of prongs on a headband, and although Santa had said her red ass would suffice, Trixie gave her a layer of makeup, including a cute, red nose.

The sleigh bells came on a harness fastened tightly around her torso, with special care taken to make it fit perfectly around her boobs. From the moment she got it on, every little move she made, no matter how minuscule, was accompanied by the shrill ringing of bells. It was like she was a little Christmas band all by herself.

Then there were the shoes.

“Those are not high heels,” Evelyn exclaimed, though it sounded more like “goose ah hot eye eels.”

She was technically correct. While the thigh-high boots did look a lot like high heels, they were missing an important part: the heel itself. In these, one would have to balance on the toe, a hoof-shaped platform, without any further support. Once they were on, Evelyn did feel a bit like Bambi after all.

But she must look good, if the reactions from the crowd was anything to go by. Several men were wondering if she’d like a ‘carrot’. Some, men and women, would like to go for a ride.

“How about Rudolph rides Santa for a change, hm?” suggested Evelyn, trying her best to sound seductive despite her oral obstruction.

“Ho, ho, ho! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you naughty girl! But you’re not done with your chores yet, my dear! Harness her to the sleigh, Trixie, and hand me the reins!”

And to Evelyn’s horror, the busty helper brought around a sleigh on wheels – from where she couldn’t tell – and buckled it onto her harness, connecting the sleigh to her hips. Furthermore, reins were connected to her bit, allowing whoever was holding them to pull her head from side to side as a way of navigation.

So… she was really supposed to pull a sleigh… while balancing on reindeer hooves… jingling with bells all over… her breasts swinging freely before a great crowd… with a butt plug deer tail nesting heavily in her ass, making itself even more noticeable with every move she made?

Evidently, yes. Santa sat down in the sleigh, pulling Trixie in with him, and flicked the reins.

“Ho, m’girl!” he shouted. “Off we go!”

And then the sleigh started moving, quite of its own. Evelyn yelped and sat off, too; at once relieved that she didn’t have to pull the thing, and worried that it would run over her instead.

This was crazy. Why was she going along with this? It was crazy! Running around like this just to appease some bearded hunk in a red suit. She should’ve put her hoof down a long time ago. Er, her foot. Should’ve put her foot down against this crazy… sexy… wait, was that moans coming from behind her? What was that slut Trixie doing back there?

“High knees, little Lyn,” Santa called out. So she had a pet name, now. “Yeah, little Lyn, show us your tush!” said someone in the crowd. Evelyn blushed furiously, but lifted her knees as instructed. Could they really see her pussy? She’d wondered the focus would be on her wildly bouncing boobs, or on whatever Trixie was moaning so whorishly about… but maybe the crowd was checking what effect those moans were having on her, instead?

And they were having an effect. She’d already been damp, but now she was moist, even wet. She couldn’t turn her head to see what was happening in the sleigh, but her imagination was running wild. And then there was, of course, the giant crowd, ogling her, catcalling and making lewd suggestions, not to mention the butt plug, jingling along with the Christmas bells. She was sort of starting to wish it’d been bigger, though. Or a horse tail, maybe, to swing even wilder, pulling this way and that within her darkest hole, prodding against untouched walls. And she should’ve had tassels. Nipple clamps with tassels, to stimulate her poor, untouched nipples. They were so stiff and hard, poking out in front of her, jingling, jingling. Oh, and a dildo. She should definitely have had a dildo to plug the flood gate that was just gushing with girljuice. A nice, big, long, fat, juicy…

She stumbled, narrowly keeping from falling flat on her flushed face. “Ptroo!” said Santa behind her, and the sleigh slowed to a stop. Evelyn took a few more stumbling steps before the harness came taut and stopped her. She panted and stood still, her breasts heaving with every deep breath. Then a dick stepped into her view. A nice, big, long, fat, juicy…

“Ho, ho, ho!” boomed Santa. “That was an impressive prance, little Lyn! Maybe I should add you to my stall on a more permanent basis, hm?”

Evelyn moaned. Her eyes still hadn’t left the meatstick in front of her. As long as that was involved, she didn’t care much what happened.

“Well, let’s transform you back to Evelyn for now. You just relax, girl, and let Santa take care of you.”

And with endless gentleness, he started taking the harness off her and helping her out of the hoofed shoes and gloves. With a damp cloth he removed the makeup from her face, tenderly dabbing at her skin until she had her own face back. Soft hands loosened the strap around her head and took the bit out of her mouth, one finger lingering for a moment when she wrapped her lips around it, eliciting a soft chuckle from the big man. Lastly, with tender care, he took the antlered headband off her and ran his fingers through her hair, smoothing it out and caressing her gently.

“I think we’ll leave this here a little longer,” he said when he was done, patting her tail. “We do still have one more lesson to learn, naughty Evelyn. Are you recovered? Ready to go on?”

He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look up from his dick into his broadly grinning face. Evelyn flushed. Being tended to had been so nice, but what she really wanted was a hard fuck. She was starting to doubt that would happen, though. So far, these lessons had driven her wild and left her wanting, and she didn’t see why that would change now. Still, she smiled back, and nodded.

“Yes. Sharing, right? What should I share?”

“Why, you, of course!”

“Uh… m-me…?”

“Yes!” beamed Santa. “You’ll share yourself with anyone who wants a piece! If that doesn’t teach you, nothing will. Besides, can you think of a better way to spread some Christmas cheer?”

“Um,” replied Evelyn, looking out at the sea of people swarming this strange corner of the mall. The queue seemed to have dissolved, turning into a huge crowd of scantily clad shoppers, all of them staring at her.

“Excellent!” said Santa, spinning her around to walk her back to his chair, passing the sleigh. It was only his arm around her shoulder that kept her from stopping to stare, for in the sleigh lay the buxom elf Trixie, her red and green outfit bundled about her midriff, a glassy expression of content on her face, which was positively showered in white cream. Her hair and breasts were similarly decorated, while her spread legs displayed a thoroughly soaked pussy. Evelyn experienced a pang of jealousy, and then realised she might be looking even worse for wear soon enough, and couldn’t decide whether to be worried or excited.