It is the night before Christmas, you are hurrying home, carrying a bag filled with sweets and toys; presents for your little sister. The last couple of days have been tough. You showed early and even had the nerve to work beyond the labor lottery’s allotment of hours, but you were lucky enough to avoid being caught, and it’s all going to be worth it when you get home tonight.

If you get home tonight.

You quicken your pace as the loudspeakers once again remind you that the curfew is still in effect and how thoroughly fucked you’ll be if you get caught. As you make your way through the streets however, you can’t help but imagine how Holly will react to her gift. Jogging past the display window of a long close shop, you catch a glimpse of your own reflection, and realize a cheerful smile has worked its way onto your face. Caught off guard by your joyous reflection, you pause, and for a second, offer a silent prayer of thanks for how successful your little illegal operation has been.

Only for a second.

“Fu fu~Look at what we have here~”

Shit.

You cringe and turn around slowly. A quintet of kitsune soldiers, fresh back from a tour in Scalistan judging by their distinct tans, are leering drunkenly at you. They’re clearly quite a few rounds in, the blushes on their faces equal parts gin-blossom and undisguised arousal. The leader of the group, a sergeant according to the chevrons on her unbuttoned uniform jacket, steps closer, the four tails at the base of her spine fanning out in an instinctive display of power.

“What have we here? A human out past curfew?”

You stammer out that you’re very sorry and that you were just on your way home, as her compatriots slowly start to surround you. She laughs boisterously, her fellows taking the queue and joining in.

“Relax, we’re not going to turn you in. After all, we’re breaking curfew too!”

A three-tailed corporal, the crimson santa cap on her heat cashing with her dark colored dress uniform, chimes in.

“Of course, some punishment is still in order. What kind of upright citizen would just let someone get away with breaking curfew?”

You try to back away, but the two officers push you before you can properly get your footing and you fall backwards into the waiting arms of their comrades. They strip you of your clothing with lightning speed, exposing you to the bitter cold. You are relieved of your parcel as well, though in a rare show of mercy and restraint the kitsune place it off to the side rather than simply tossing it away and letting it land where it may. You begin shivering, both from the frigid air in in fear of what is to come.

“Awww, are you cold? Bet you wish you had these, don’t you?”

The Sergeant waves her cluster of silken tails at you teasingly

“Don’t be jealous, I’ll share”

She all but leaps onto you and plants a rough vodka-flavored kiss on your lips,forcing her frightfully long tongue into your mouth as she binds you up in her fluffy tails. The intense warmth of her body as she invades your mouth is almost a welcome reprieve from the biting winter night’s air, and the burning-hot wetness of her womanhood as she presses against you quickly brings you to full mast. Sensing your readiness, she pulls her mouth from yours, giving you a gentle love bite on your lower lip with her razor teeth that sets your heart racing with fear and involuntary arousal.

“That’s a good human”

She runs her tongue over her sharp teeth, as if to emphasize how much harm she could do you if you decided to resist, before impaling herself with a gasp of delight. Her sisters-in-arms busy themselves by sitting on your limbs and grinding their nethers across them, keeping you restrained as they slake their lust.

The kitsune violating you is tighter and hotter than any human, her improbably wet folds clenching and dribbling around you in time with her thrusts, saturating you with the smell of her arousal. The last of your strength melts out of you as she overwhelms your senses with pleasure. Seeing the fight drain from you, The Corporal stands up, a bit reluctantly, from your newly slicked arm and strips one of her stockings off. She shoos her counterpart, a rather small two-tailed kitsune wearing the badge of a private, off the opposite arm and uses her hosiery to bind your hands in a more permanent fashion. Her vulpine ears twitch with sadistic delight beneath her ridiculous Kris Kringle hat every time you cry out. The Private doesn’t seem too disappointed with the loss, shifting seamlessly into heavy-handed masturbation through her panties, relishing the sight of her friends raping you. Another two-tail, an engineer, her hair cut short to keep it from interfering with her work, seizes upon the opportunity your helplessness presents. She hooks her fingers under her skirt, pulls her underwear down to her ankles, and plants her pussy right in front of your face, moving with enough speed that she manages to beat her comrades to the punch by several seconds.

“I don’t think I have to tell you what to do, No-tail”

You begin licking at her flushed snatch as though your life depends on it, eliciting groans of pleasure and murmurs of encouragement from her as she strips off her uniform, exposing a lean, almost flat-chested body with dark chocolate-colored extremities that contrast with the cream-colored skin of her chest and stomach. As she discards her undershirt, she leans forward and slides her enormous tongue out of her mouth, offering it to the officer still ravaging your manhood with her unshakeable rhythm. The Sergeant entwines her tongue with The Engineer’s without hesitation, dripping saliva onto your torso as they share an inhuman kiss.

The Corporal, miffed at missing out on the choicer real-estate, swoops around behind The Sergeant and slides her hands up her shirt, mercilessly squeezing at her breasts, twisting her nipples and crushing her bosoms together. The Sergeant moans around The Engineer’s tongue, prompting The Corporal to bring her mouth up to her superior’s tufted ears, nibbling teasingly at them and whispering perversities to her. Caught off guard by the stimulation, The Sergeant yelps out a sudden orgasm, her tongue splattering you with more saliva as it abruptly decouples from The Engineer’s. Her inner walls suck instinctively at you as she rides out her apex, bringing you painfully close to climax and leaving you there as she finishes.

Sated, she slowly uncoils her tails from around you and stands aside for the next in line, planting a playful punch on The Corporal’s shoulder as she does so. The sweat and feminine lubricant coating you make the night seem even colder now that you no longer have The Sergeant’s luxurious tails to warm you, and you begin shivering again, your cock starting to deflate in response to the glaringly unerotic chill in the air. The Corporal frowns melodramatically.

“Oh no, that won’t do at all”

She brings her head down to your lap and winds her obscene tongue around your flagging member, stimulating it until it starts to harden again, lapping up the dribbles of pre that boil out of the tip. She draws you into her mouth and bobs her head a few times, closing her pointed teeth around you just enough that you can feel them bumping against your shaft every time your cock twitches in response to her fellatio. You cease your stimulation of The Engineer and try to give voice to several different pleas for mercy, but The Engineer pushes her sopping petals against you insistently.

“Calm down, we’re not going to hurt you unless you get lazy”

You whimper and return to your cunnilingus, hoping desperately that she’s telling the truth.

The Corporal, seemingly content with her new position, releases you from her mouth with a wet pop and motions for The Private to come over. The diminutive girl eagerly takes her position, pushing her panties off to the side and sliding your throbbing erection into her soaked slit. Too short to comfortably plant a kiss on the much taller Engineer, she instead opts to wrap her lips around one of the crop-haired girl’s nipples. The Engineer hugs The Private’s head against her modest chest and runs her fingers through her hair. Unable to maintain her liplock on The Engineer and thrust against you at the same time, The Private begins rocking her hips side to side, leaving the bottom few inches of your shaft exposed. The Corporal sees her opening and wraps her tongue around your base, sliding the tip of it up to The Private’s clit, stimulating both of you. The Private instinctively wraps her tails around The Corporal’s head in response, prompting an amused giggle from the officer.

The Engineer gasps as your tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot and mashes her drooling cunt against your face, nearly suffocating you as her mumbled encouragements give way to frantic demands for more. Desperate for air and knowing that you’ll only get it when you satisfy her, you block out the sensory assault on your groin and redouble your tongue’s efforts, finally bringing her to a thrashing climax that soaks your face with her sexual release. She takes a few moments to catch her breath before she pulls herself off of your head and releases The Private, and you note a red mark on one of the small kitsune’s cheeks from having been held just a bit too tightly during The Engineer’s violent acme. The sight doesn’t hold your attention for long, as your newly unobstructed gaze falls upon The Sergeant as she pokes through your bag, examining with bemused interest the selection of toys and hard to get foreign candies it contains. Finding your anger once again, you take a deep breath and shout at her to keep her filthy hands off your sister’s Christmas presents.

You only get a few words out before the fifth soldier, a stoic lass with only a single tail in a sharpshooter's uniform who had been keeping watch for her squadmates until now, cuts you off by clamping her hand over your mouth. She’s surprisingly gentle in her restriction of you, despite the crystalline rivulets of arousal flowing freely down her thighs, and her voice is tinged with guilt, perhaps even sympathy as she addresses you.

“For your own sake human, I advise you to save your breath”

You bite your tongue and look back to The Private as she starts bouncing eagerly on your rod. They were merciful enough not to trash your possessions in their eagerness to mate, maybe they’ll be merciful enough not to rob you once they’ve had their fun.
The Private’s movements grow sloppy under the dual stimulation of The Corporal’s undulating tongue and her own wild fucking, and she quickly reaches her limit, biting down on the collar of her uniform to keep from screaming as her flooding pussy convulses. The sensation finally brings about your own orgasm, your hot seed flooding into her greedy womb. Finally relieved of your pent up release, you go limp, head swimming. Your disheveled state and the giddiness that accompanies insemination coax a bit of tenderness from The Private, and she wipes The Engineer’s lady cum off your face with her sleeve before giving you an unexpectedly gentle kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue as The Corporal disentangles hers from your genitals. She runs her fingers through your hair as she bumps her teeth against yours; letting soft hums and moans of pleasure escape from her mouth as she wraps herself around you. The brief moment of benevolence ends as quickly as it began. The Private grins wickedly as she stands up and waves The Sharpshooter over. The stone-faced girl has long since given up her watchmen duties, slumping to the ground with her eyes fixed on your defilement  and her hands twitching about between her legs.

“You’re up, Deadeye”

Realizing that all eyes are upon her, The Sharpshooter blushes deeply, embarrassment turning her already alcohol-flushed face completely red. She mumbles something to the effect of being fine and wanting to go home, her nervous, stilted speech mirroring yours when you first encountered this cadre of lustful kitsune. The other four girls laugh as they close in on her, briskly stripping her naked and dragging her over to you. You notice that unlike her comrades, the tan on The Sharpshooter's lithe, slender body is entirely even, not a single line present. Evidently she spent a great deal of her tour fully nude, basking in the desert sun. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, a sheepish, humiliated smile spreads over her face as her squadmates push her onto your lap. She draws a stuttering breath through her nose, eagerly inhaling your scent as her burning need overrides her earlier reluctance. Her eyes plea for forgiveness as she starts to grind against you autonomously, unable to resist the urge to mate now that she’s so close to you. You find yourself growing erect again despite your exhaustion, your length sliding over her labia. Feeling your readiness, she hilts herself in a single thrust, clenching her teeth as the abrupt penetration causes her to splash an orgasm over you. She presses herself close to you and buries her face in your chest, unable to look you in the eye any longer as she wraps her tail around you and continues her reckless fucking, her sudden rapture serving only to intensify her need. The rest of the squad joins in, teasing her fuzzy ears with their tongues, reaching down to rub her swollen clit, and taunting her for prior timidity. The lingering sensitivity from her first release and the multi-front sensory assault cause her to cum repeatedly, until she’s openly blubbering and drooling and has completely soaked you with her ceaseless torrent of femspunk. She’s barely cognizant by the time you finally fill her with the semen her body so desperately desires, but she still manages to time her thrusts so that each one coincides with a fresh spurt of jism.Her friends have to help her off of you as she finally finishes wringing you out, white semen and clear pussy juice flowing freely down her trembling legs as she stands up.

The Corporal retrieves her stocking from around your wrists before helping The Sharpshooter back into her uniform. The rest amorous soldiers redress themselves as well before they turn their attention to you, hauling you to your feet, roughly hiking your pants back up and hanging your coat over your shoulders. The Sharpshooter regards the soaked panties The Corporal hands her with trepidation, unsure if the thrill of walking back to base commando style is worth the risk, but The Sergeant decides for her, snatching them out of her hand and tucking them into your shirt pocket with a wet squelch.

“Merry Christmas, No-tail”

The rest of the squad laughs hysterically at her generosity as they stagger off into the night.

You flop down onto the curb, too exhausted to stand for the moment, and pull your bag over. The contents seem to be in order, the kitsune all too drunk and distracted to remember if they saw anything they liked. You give yourself a few more moments rest before you force yourself upright and trudge back home, your sore hips and damp, frigid clothing making the walk seem longer than ever.
When you finally arrive, Holly is fast asleep. As much as you’d looked forward to presenting her with her gift as soon as you got home, you decide things are better this way. You really don’t want to have to explain your appearance or the carnal smell hanging around you. You leave her candy on the kitchen counter and place her toys under the sparsely decorated tree in what passes for a living room amongst human laborers, all save one, which you bring with you to her bed. This had been your best find. She’d been begging for a stuffed animal to sleep with for so long and you’d felt like the luckiest human on earth when you found it. Now it mocks you.

You gently place the kitsune doll on the bed next to Holly, the brass badge adorning the garrison cap on it’s head glinting in the moonlight. You’re sure there’s some pithy remark to be made here about the irony of having spent so long looking for a toy solider only to have five real ones find you, but you’re too tired to look for it.

You dump your sex-stained clothes in the laundry basket and collapse into a dreamless sleep.