Christmas was a time of year Kolle loved dearly. As well as all the obvious benefits of plentiful chocolate and presents, there was something both intangible and magical about the holiday season which always lifted the cheetah’s spirits. Time off from school meant he got to spend more time doing whatever he wanted. The same was true for his mom, Julie. She had finished up work for the year and tonight the two cheetahs were visiting one of her friends for a Christmas party
It was mostly a get-together for the grown-ups, but Kolle wasn’t too unhappy about being dragged along as he knew there would be at least some teenagers his own age there. It was at Emily’s house, a mouse that he shared many of his courses with. Their parents knew each other from the art lessons they both attended. Although the two classmates got on okay, they didn’t really see each other outside of school much on account of Emily being a girl. She would likely invite a couple of her own friends, but Kolle was probably going to be the only boy there.
His excitement for the party was tinged with some slight nervousness. His mom had insisted that he dress up for the occasion and had bought him a novelty reindeer onesie to wear. Ordinarily Kolle would have refused, but she sprung it on him at the last minute and not given him the chance to argue. He’d gone upstairs to get ready and only just stepped out of the shower when she burst into the bathroom without knocking to hand him a package.
Thankfully he had a towel in hand to cover himself with, but after everything that had happened between them over the past few months, he wasn’t sure why he bothered anymore. Earlier in the year, while visiting his aunt further south, something had happened which the boy still wasn’t sure how to process. Kolle hadn’t brought his swimming trunks for the pool, but instead of offering to buy him a new pair, they’d let him go skinny dipping.
No, made him go skinny dipping. And then…
Kolle shook his head to clear his thoughts, bringing him back to his current predicament: the reindeer onesie. He’d agreed to try it on mostly as a means to get his mother to leave the bathroom. Turning his back on her, the teenager wobbled on one leg as he pulled on the too-tight garment. He barely fit into it truth be told, but managed to just about zip up the front and pull on the hood. Fiddling with his tail, he was able to feed it through the hole at the back above his butt.
Turning around, Kolle raised his arms to his sides to check the fit and awaited Julie’s verdict. Even though he thought it looked ridiculous, she fawned over his appearance, and thus the matter was settled. What he hadn’t expected was for his mom to take him by the wrist and march him from the room back downstairs. Before he knew it, the cheetah found himself sitting in the passenger seat of the family car, acutely aware of the fact that he was wearing nothing else beneath his costume.
Before long they were pulling up outside Emily’s house, a modest building in the city suburbs. It was well into the twilight hours when they walked up the drive to her door. The front was bedecked in Christmas lights and decorations, and from the sounds of merriment coming from within, Kolle guessed that they were some of the last to arrive. “Ooh, wait a second.” Julie reached out and squeezed the cotton reindeer nose atop his head. He saw it begin flashing red in the window reflection. Satisfied, his mom rang the bell and soon after a short mouse woman about his height and his mom’s age answered. “Hello Carol, it's us. Sorry we’re a bit late.”
“Julie deer, how are you? Goodness, look at your boy! He looks so cute. Very festive. Did you pick that out, mister?” Kolle shook his head emphatically which made Emily’s mom laugh. Pleasantries exchanged, she welcomed the two cheetah’s into the warmth of her house. Unsurprisingly, and probably just as his mother had planned, the teenager briefly became the center of attention for the way he was dressed. Kolle couldn’t help but blush, wondering what they would think if they knew how little he was truly wearing at that moment. The form-fitting onesie mercifully wasn’t so tight around his crotch that it revealed the truth.
After being introduced to everyone, he was able to grab himself a drink and then go looking for his classmates. Kolle found them by the Christmas tree in the living room. He was pleased to see that one of the two other girls present was someone he shared a table with in his biology studies. The trio caught sight of him a moment later and immediately burst into hysterics. Kolle was more annoyed than embarrassed. He trudged over and sat down on the floor beside them.
“Evening Kolle,” Emily said mirthfully. “I like your outfit. I didn’t know you were so fond of reindeers.” The cheetah rolled his eyes and took a sip of juice. “My mom chose it, not me.” The girl he didn’t know spoke next. “Does she choose all your clothes? Do you still need her help getting dressed in the morning?” Yet more laughter followed. He shot her a glare but said nothing.
Although his comical appearance had caused much commotion at first, things soon settled down. The four teens got to discussing school, teachers, other students, and of course Christmas. The small group stuck mostly to themselves, only mingling with the adults whenever they went to the kitchen to fetch a drink or some more cake. At one point Kolle had gotten lucky when he found the room empty. He tried to pour himself some of the fruit punch, but at that exact moment his mom had walked in on him, causing him to jump and spill some on the counter. “Oh, oops. I thought that was just juice,” he lied pathetically, abandoning his glass entirely. Julie watched him like a hawk until he left the kitchen with another fistful of chocolates.
Apart from that disaster, Kolle was enjoying himself very much. He noticed one or two of the grown-ups were getting a little rowdy from all the mulled wine and spirits which made him laugh. He managed to just about navigate through the different topics the girls wanted to discuss, careful to avoid saying anything incriminating when they tried to work out if he fancied anyone in their classes. After saying “no” when prompted with just about every girl’s name in their year, they concluded that he must like boys instead. Kolle blushed anew and denied the accusation heartily, but the others had already moved on to another matter.
He stood up and walked through the house towards the bathroom. He tried the door but found it locked so he resigned himself to wait. Emily’s mom, Carol, happened upon him at that moment. “Are you alright, sweetie? You waiting for the toilet? I’m afraid one of my friend’s had a bit too much to drink and is feeling a bit poorly. Best give her some privacy, but there’s another upstairs you can use. It’s just on your left when you go up.”
As Kolle ascended, the noise of the party receded behind him. When he shut the door, it quietened even further. He was sure to lock it too, a luxury his own bathroom across the hall at home still lacked. The stillness of the room brought him a measure of calm that made him smile. After taking a moment to relieve himself, he padded over to the bathroom sink. The hand soap gave off a pleasant mix of clean and festive smells.
Kolle found himself gazing into the large mirror after washing his hands. The zip to his reindeer suit was still all the way open, revealing his slender chest, flat stomach and penis below. Looking down, he took in the sight of it hanging out in front of him. He twisted his hips and watched how his soft dick swayed gently back and forth. Something about being exposed in another person’s house sent a little shiver of excitement through him, even if he was safely behind a sturdy door.
He glanced back over to check it really was locked. It was. Kolle gulped. Looking back at the mirror, he brought one of his paws up to his neck and slipped the onesie over his bony shoulder. The elastic in the fabric pulled it down his skinny arm. The boy let out a shaky breath as he did the same on the other side, letting the garment tumble down his back. It was tight enough around his hips that it didn’t fall to the ground completely, but his privates were now totally in the open. With one last glance over at the door, he took hold of the costume and tugged it down his thighs until it pooled about his feet, then he stepped out of it entirely.
Kolle stood atop the bathmat trembling. His breaths came out fast in short shaky bursts. He looked over his nude body in the mirror, noting the nervous smile on his face. He could still hear the soft noise of the party downstairs through the floor. The knowledge that he was standing completely naked right above all those people had his spotted fur standing on end. He could feel goosebumps all over his skin.
Ever so slowly, Kolle raised his paws to his upper torso, then softly pressed them onto his body. The delicate touch made him shiver. To his surprise, he found that his nipples had gotten stiff as well, and that arousal was slowly spreading towards his groin. His claws combed through his fur, heading downwards until they came to rest around his manhood. Taking hold of himself, he could feel it starting to swell.
Kolle watched in the mirror as he slid his pawpads out along the underside his length, gently masturbating himself. Each time his fingertips brushed against the head of his penis he felt a spike of ecstasy coursing through him. After repeating that movement a dozen times, his shaft was standing proudly erect. He shook his hips again and couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his rigid cock jiggling out in front of him.
The boy bit his lip. A little voice somewhere in the back of Kolle’s head told him he shouldn’t be doing this, but every touch sent a jolt of electricity through his nethers that made it very difficult to stop. Spying some moisturizer on the shelf, he reached for the bottle that he hoped would heighten his enjoyment. The slick wet sounds of skin on skin filled his ears as the young cheetah indulged in his body’s delight.
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I hope you all enjoy reading about the continued misadventures of Kolle. After his initial embarrassment, he’s found a quiet place to “relax,” but just how far is he going to go?
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