Consciousness returned slowly, fuzzily. There was a slight chill in the air, and I snuggled my four legs more tightly together under the heavy comforter on the bed, as I sniffed at the slight scent of wood smoke in the air from last night's—Christmas Eve's—fire. I stretched out my arm, sending my wristfoot burrowing under the covers towards Kevin... but no one was there.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark, as the hour was early and heavy snow clouds blanketed the sky, but I could see that Kevin's spot in bed was empty. I propped myself up on my left elbow, my left wristfoot lying on its side on the bedclothes, and used the big toe of my right wristfoot to rub the sleep from my eyes. I looked around, but Kevin wasn't anywhere in the room. Planting both wristfeet firmly on the mattress, I coaxed my four legs out from under the warmth of the covers. Eventually, I got all four bare anklefeet planted on the soft carpet, and I stood on all four legs beside the bed, rubbing the soles my wristfeet together for warmth. My four legs were warm in my four-legged boxer pants, but a slight draft from the icy window chilled my bare torso, and tickled the twenty toes of my four anklefeet. Still stumbling slightly from sleepiness, I set my four legs in motion and navigated my near-somnambulant boytaur body out of the room, occasionally touching a desk, wall, or doorframe with one of my wristfeet to steady my progress.

Once in the hallway, I saw the flickering light of a fire casting dancing shadows across the walls, and felt a lovely warmth flowing from the direction of the living room. I walked with a quicker four-legged gait to the living room door, and placed each wristfoot lightly on either side of the doorframe... but both wristfeet immediately fell to my sides and my four legs froze in place when I saw what was in the room.

Standing in the midst of mess of soft, warm blankets, in front of a roaring fire, was Kevin, gloriously nude, except for a red Santa hat, perched at a rakish angle atop his head. The warm glow of the firelight complimented the rich tan of his skin, and the flickering shadows played around the contours of the bulging muscles of his arms, torso, and legs—all six of them!

I gaped in amazement.

He spread his arms and wristfeet wide, and with a broad smile said, "Merry Christmas, Ste."

I noticed then that he had wrapped little shiny red bows around his new hindmost feet, and around each of his three cocks, hanging low and half-hard between each of his three pairs of legs.

My face split in a wide grin as both my cocks began to stiffen and rise, my front cock creating a huge tent in the front of my four-legged boxer pants. "Oh, Kevin!" I exclaimed, as I clapped my wristfeet together in joy.

Kevin placed his wristfeet at his waist and laughed, his three cocks bobbing in front of and among his six legs. "I thought you might like it," he said, "since we were both so crazy about Ray, last spring break."

Almost hesitantly, lest I break some sort of Christmas spell, I took a few four-footed steps forward to get a closer look at my wonderful, muscular, six-legged, wristfooted lover. He shifted his six bare feet and legs slightly to give me the best view, and I could easily see his bow-wrapped middle and hindmost cocks, rapidly stiffening and growing, among his six legs. I looked up at him with a grin and a raised eyebrow. "Have you been planning this ever since, then?" I asked, planting my own wristfeet on my waist, just as he had done.

His mouth twisted in a wry, sidelong smile. "Sort of." He dropped one wristfoot down to support and lift closer, for my examination, his hugely long and thick front cock, as the shaft rested atop the toes of that wristfoot, and brought the big toe of his other wristfoot up to the corner of his mouth in mock shyness. "So," he said, wriggling all thirty of his anklefeet toes into the warm blankets beneath us, "wanna play with your present?"

I immediately walked forward on my four legs, and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my wristfeet dangling behind his neck. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around my waist, resting the inner arches of his wristfeet on my hind ass. I stared into his eyes, and both his and mine were dancing with excitement. "Thank you, Kevin. This is the best Christmas ever."

As I leaned in to kiss him, my front cock finally sprung free from the fly of my boxer pants, crossing and brushing against his own front cock with its red bow, making both of our front cocks jump. I could feel my own hind cock wetly nuzzling my front balls, smearing them with precome. As the kiss went on and we hugged each other tighter with our arms and wristfeet, my wristfeet heels pressing into his back, his wristfeet soles pressing into my hind ass, I could hear and feel his four hind feet shifting on the carpet behind him, his four hind legs almost dancing in anticipation behind his two front legs.

We broke, finally, for deep, panting breaths, almost raspy with lusty excitement. As we grinned madly at each other, foreheads pressed together, I murmured, just before moving to kiss him again, "I can see we'll have to hit the post-Christmas sales for extra socks and shoes... and I just hope we can exchange all the four-legged stuff I bought for you!"

And his kiss-muffled laugh shook his entire six-legged, wristfooted boytaur body.