Dog Man Christmas Book Novels & Stories

Don teased my dog before turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Xenia and me. “Reese, it’s safe to come out now. They’re clothed.” Don called his wife. “Hey, Clay. And you must be Xenia. Nice to meet you, I’m…” Don started to introduce himself, but a cry from one of the car seats stole his attention. “It’s okay, Leo…” Don gently soothed my niece as he took her out of the carrier and out of Tinkerbell’s reach. “The doggie just wanted to be your friend.” He assured her.

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

He reached into his drawer and produced a book for them. "You will read this *The First Mate* " He told them and they looked at him in surprise. " This is a 1000 paged book, telling the tale of the first humans to be mated to a wolf. Summarize it for me, and practice everything you see in there. " He said. " I must see changes, or else I'll cut down your allowance to a quarter." He threatened. He hoped this works, to keep them at bay for the mean time.

I lie in a wet, panting mess in our new bed, relearning how to breathe, as their arms and legs wrap around me then I hear it, a bark and I lift my head, and there’s the sound of paws padding on the floor, then a moment later, a dog bounds into the room and leaps onto the bed. I laugh and grab him as he licks my face and theirs, that’s when I see the bow. It’s a red Christmas bow with tiny Santas on it, but written in fancy gold calligraphy are four words. "Stay Here With Us"

Sebastian closed his eyes. “No,” he muttered. “Absolutely not.” The door creaked open. Noelle padded in wearing reindeer pajamas that blinked. Literally blinked. Red lights flashed on her chest like a distress signal. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “It’s before sunrise.” “So?” She shrugged. “Santa eats cookies at night.” Sebastian rubbed his face. “We are not Santa.” “No, but we’re close,” she said confidently. “He lives in cold places too.” Sebastian gave up.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

I bent to scoop up the little dog. “Thank you,” I said softly. Klaus leaned across the table and hugged me, brushing his lips against my temple. “I knew you’d like it.” Then he stood, straightened his coat, and with a final smile, left the hall, his boots echoing across the marble floor. The moment the doors closed behind him, I exhaled shakily, clutching the dog to my chest. My wolf stirred again. I had to find that book, now he was distracted. This could be my chance.

Mateo I walked on the snowy path that curved upwards to the Castel. Jellyfish, one of the more friendly Granuben hounds, bowed and wagged her black shaggy tail at me. I stopped to pet her on the head, and she growled happily. She sniffed at my vellum sketchbook and sank her massive jaws into the cover. “Argh! No! Bad dog! Let go,” I told her firmly. She released the book in dejection, and I grimaced as I wiped off the drool from the cover.

However, he did not usually open her snack drawer, so she put the little yellow book in it with confidence After feeding some beef jerky to the dog, she continued to watch her live lecture with headphones on. After eating some beef jerky, the Husky sneaked into the snack box and quietly left with the small yellow book in its mouth. Unfortunately, the book was caught by Samuel. "Hey, you're quite the silly dog, aren't you? You eat and drink for nothing, yet you take other people's belongings as well! Come on, show me what you've got there!" Samuel took the book from the puppy's mouth and turned over a page. It was horrifying, and it tainted his eyes so much that it hurt. He threw the book in