Reindeer Games

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Merry Christmas, Razak!

These stories were all previously published as individual tales: I am now re-publishing them as a full collection, so all the stories are in one place for ease of reading.

Dasher

The blue wolf moaned, on his knees in the snow before the thickly-set, powerful reindeer. Dasher, he thought he’d said his name was, but it was difficult to remember details like that when the reindeer’s cock was pressed up against his muzzle, demanding entry. Razak trembled, his fur fluffed up, though in the darkness of the night with only the stars and the moon (well, the lights from the barn and reindeer barracks too) the white of his front and the softer shades of blue hidden from view.

At least, for the time being. With a thick length of reindeer cock tickling his lips, he could only part softly, needing it more and more with every passing second.

Fuck me already!

“Come on…” Dasher snickered throatily, his fur dark even in the deep of the night, the silver light of the moon and the stars glancing off his brown fur. “You can do better than that… I need to fly the sleigh across the sky tonight and I can’t very well do that with my balls weighing me down like this, now, can I?”

No… Razak grinned, matching his eagerness with his own, his own shaft full and pushed from his sheath, though the half-formed knot at the base threatened to betray his need even then. No, he couldn’t have that and that was just why the wolf took the entire length of the reindeer’s meat into his muzzle in one fell swoop.

“Ohhh… Yeah, baby.”

Dasher crooned, pushing on, holding the back of Razak’s head, his fingers twisted into the wolf’s hair. He rolled his hips, though needed no manner of force to push on, to show the wolf exactly what he wanted from him, all that he needed from him. There was nothing that the reindeer would ache to take that the wolf would not deliver as the thick length of meat burrowed deeply up into the back of the wolf’s muzzle.

The wolf shuddered. Oh, fuck, that felt good, his tongue lapping up and squirming against the underside, though the brutal push of Dasher’s hips, how he dragged Raz’ head down on that cock, left him with little room to move. Yet he still tried, hungrily, grunting, moaning, groaning around it, his throat aching for it. 

He could take it, he wanted to tell the reindeer, snow crunching under his knees as his tail wagged and he tried to press up higher, to straighten his thighs as much as he could. He could take it all, every hammering, pounding, driving thrust, no matter how his body ached for it, already imagining how his lips could strain and stretch. It was a brutal length to take, indeed, but he craved is, slavering for it, though he was always careful to keep his teeth away from the reindeer’s dick.

That would spoil the mood. And that was something that he had no intention of doing…

It was too good to languish in, the harsh grunts of the reindeer puffing out into the air as frosty breath, snorted as his nostrils flared in dark curves. Dasher’s fingers more urgently gripped the wolf’s hair, though the burst of pain was even better there, lending a flare of reality to the aching throb of his cock.

“Unff… Get up here…”

The wolf yelped, not really having any say in the matter and loving every second of that, his heart pounding, leaping, driving, even as he was hauled onto his hind paws and his strong form bent over a bale of straw as if it was nothing at all. Considering that the reindeer was strong enough to pull a sleigh through the sky (along with the other reindeer, of course), it should have been no surprise to him that Dasher was able to pin him down over the bale so easily.

Taking what he wanted, the reindeer grunted, kicking his legs apart, forcing him to splay, to brace, to present himself like a slut on show. There may have not been anyone else around, but it left the wolf more exposed than ever, shivering in the cold even as the fat length that had been inside his muzzle only a moment ago teased up to his anal ring.

Dasher may not have had any lube, but that did not stop the slow, dominant slide of his cock up into the wolf’s backside, Razak’s tail lifted as high as it could go, even straining the base, head twisting back and forth. As much as the wolf strained to thrust and grind, to hump back, torn between two many opposing actions, he could not, held down by those large, strong paws, tipped with hard, hoof-like fingernails. 

“Ah… Fuck…”

Dasher snorted heavily, hips working, though Razak felt every inch of that cock burrowing up inside him, breath catching, though he had to drag enough air into his lungs somehow. Even as his cock throbbed and drooled a near-clear stream of pre-cum, forced to spend something from his aching nuts when his prostate was ground over so delightfully.

Yet he couldn’t get his paws back under his body as the reindeer thrust and drove, snorting and grunting, taking him however he pleased, slamming into him once the wolf opened around him a little more. He got everything he needed and more, quivering in throes of submissive, as Dasher’s shaft pounded him, straining, stretching, claiming every last inch of his backside that it yearned to. Drooling pre-cum with every thrust, the path of the reindeer’s cock is at least slickened somewhat with every stroke, Dasher’s excitement growing.

“Ah… Yes… Tight little pup.”

That did it for Razak, cumming without even touching his cock as he whimpered and whined and pressed his face down, though he was pushed too far over the bale to hide his hot face against it. All he could take in was the waves of pleasure, that sharp peak of orgasm, how his dick throbbed in the cold, spending a load into the snow that left him wanting more all over again. It was an orgasm, yes, but the tightness of his arse strained around that cock reminded him that the moment was not yet over.

Dasher could not hold back, however, groaning deep in the back of his throat as if he was restraining a bellow, thrusting deep, grinding in with short, sharp jerks of his hips. Even at a point like that, the dominant reindeer could not remain in control, lusting for it all, his tail pushed high in the triumph of orgasm. And, just like that, spurt after thick spurt of seed flooded the wolf’s backdoor passage, slick and drooling out around the length of the reindeer’s dick, his powerful, throbbing member promising more, even then.

But that moment was there for Razak to take more, only to enjoy, his tail wagging faintly, weakly, though he didn’t need to do any more than that. He just had to lie there, to enjoy the sense of fullness, how his backside strained yet still ached for more. The wolf puffed out a half-contented sigh, needing it all, his ears flipping back curiously as the reindeer shifted inside him.

The reindeer would need at least one more round before he took to the skies. And that was something that Razak was more than willing to provide…

Cupid

On his knees before Cupid, the wolf groaned, taking the reindeer’s cock deep. Although the reindeer stag was wearing a red harness covered with jingling bells, it by no means made him submissive, especially with Razak practically swooning before him.

“Mmmph,” Cupid grunted, the reindeer apparently well-named for the thick length pounding into Raz’ mouth. “Deeper… Come on, little doggie, you can do better than that.”

Razak growled, letting the soft vibrations from his lips and throat travel into and down the length of the reindeer’s cock. Fuck yeah, he would! He always did… But Cupid did not have to know when he was just getting warmed up, that there could be something more there, something else twisting between them.

Lust. Raw and pure, enough, even in the cabin, to melt the cold of the snow outside. The other reindeer had quieted down for a bit, leaving him on the sofa with Cupid – well, the blue wolf was down on his knees with the reindeer towering over him, even while he sat there. He had to be a good head and a half taller than Raz, even without his rack of antlers, the wolf shivering and quivering, relishing in a touch of submission before another male.

He took that cock deep, but what he did not expect was to be dragged up by the scruff of his neck, letting out a growl as Cupid laughed.

“You’ve got some fight in you… But you can’t hide everything, you know.”

He must have been referred to the hard-on between the wolf’s legs, though he had cum so many times already that he doubted he would get off this round. That was fine too as he was laid like a rug over the arm of the sofa, flipping his blue and white tail up saucily out of the way, as if the reindeer needed any guidance at all where his cock was to go. The taste of his frozen musk, the darkness of the earth hibernating under the snow, clung to his lips and Raz licked it off without thinking, his tongue lashing the side of his muzzle in a pink flash.

“That’s it, dog…” Cupid chuckled, pinning him down, the weight of the reindeer grinding up to the wolf’s backside. “This what you want?”

He whimpered, though didn’t feel as if any words wanted to leap to his lips in that moment, suddenly cold, his fur fluffing up and his hackles rising in anticipation of what was to come. But he was not sure, not entirely, grunting and groaning, moaning deep in the back of his throat, knowing what he wanted.

And he got it too, the reindeer using his own cum as lube – not that it was needed. Inch after inch of his fat length spread open Raz’ tail hole as the wolf squirmed submissively, breath catching, pulling and hitching. 

“Unff… Fuck… Yeah…”

Cupid only laughed, though it was yet to be seen why he followed his namesake so well. The reindeer’s nose twitched, eyes glinting with winter glee, drawing his hips back slowly, with his cock still seated within the wolf, for that first, real thrust.

Razak yelped, eyes wide, the grinding slam sending sparks of pleasure through his body, tail wagging as if he had never been fucked before. God, that was good! Each grind, every thrust, crammed up to his prostate in such a way that his body wanted to squirm away, for the thrum of pleasure was too great. Yet a high of that nature could not be reached with the body trying to alleviate the strain, leaving him grunting and huffing, head tipping down, the reindeer pinning him easily in place. It was hot too how easily Cupid held him, dragging his hips back at his cock with every thrust, the slam of his hips on his bare arse sending a ripple of delight through the wolf.

No more words were needed in the pursuit of something far more carnal, two bodies coming together in lust, the grind and slap of them filling the air. Cupid grunted and bellowed throatily, the thick ruff of fur spiling down from around his neck to his chest quivering, hoof-like fingertips digging crudely into the wolf’s hips.

“Yeah, that’s right… Whimper for me!”

Razak was hardly in control of that as his hips were crammed into the arm of the sofa with every thrust. There was a touch of paint here, his own cock bobbing without any stimulation, yet it was merely superficial, the kind that had him growling rather than whimpering, wanting more.

More, yes… So much more, so much more that he could not think straight, caught up in swathes of pleasure like nothing else. Of course, he had had more than his share of lust already, but that did not mean that he was not in the market for more, wagging his tail furtively back up against the reindeer’s stomach, aching for it, craving it.

And he got every last drop of it that his kinky little heart desired, fucked as if to within an inch of his life, his backside aching even as he clenched around the reindeer’s cock. Fuck, he needed it, though he could not vocalise it, not truly, only in a ragged howl that was broken off a moment after it began.

Yet the reindeer would have his pleasure, bellowing and stomping, digging into the carpet, as he leaned triumphantly over the wolf, holding him down for every thrust, balls swinging and bouncing off his backside. Razak groaned, nose pressed down into the seat cushions of the sofa, quivering where he was held as Cupid unloaded in his backside. It was the largest load yet, out of his and the other reindeer capable of it, feeling as if he was being bloated up a little, thick cream filling his backside.

Cupid groaned, yet even he bowed his antlers appraisingly to the wolf who had taken him all without a fuss. The wolf’s tight tail hole strained around him, leaking a dribble of tantalising cum, though the bulk of it ended up right where it belonged, his guts aching pleasantly with the load and desperate, even then, for more.

For the wolf’s cock still throbbed, needing it, licking his lips with a salacious grin.

“Ready for another round…Cupid?”

Dancer

“Come here, handsome…”

Dancer smirked, the reindeer tapping her rack of shorter antlers, though Dasher had had a particularly impressive rack. The rack on her chest, however, was far bigger than ever the thick ruff of fur that had been present around the first reindeer’s neck as he grunted, paws tied behind his back with a scrap of twine, head pulled back.

The wolf gasped, her lips pressed to his, the reindeer taller than him by a foot – god, that was hot. Though he squirmed deliciously in her grasp, he did not want to get free of her at all, quivering in place, moaning into her mouth.

She pressed on, forcing Razak to submit – though could it ever be considered force when the wolf went so very willingly into the arms of sweet submission? He had to have it, groaning into her mouth, his tail wagging faintly, though only faintly as he was so enraptured by the moment. The soft sweetness of hay in the barn, lights glowing, was the perfect backdrop to a moment with a large, dominant reindeer who knew exactly what she wanted to get out of him.

Her tongue tangled with his, battling the wolf’s back as if she knew exactly what to do with carnivores like him. Breaking the kiss only to force him back onto a bale of straw, where several were stacked at the end of the “viewing aisle” for Santa’s anthro reindeer, she grinned, pushing him to sit.

“Mmm… Hope you got something nice down here for me, pup, ‘cause I could really use blowing off some steam, you know?”

Oh, how he knew, the blue wolf’s head spinning, growling as she gripped his hair, purple strands poking out from between her fingers as Dancer yanked his head back. She nipped passionately at his neck, drawing a bruise to the surface, though his fur, even where it blended into a lighter shade of blue and white, kept it hidden well enough. That was a shame, for Raz would not have minded being left with a few marks from their encounter, Dancer pulling down his Christmas-themed underwear, green with tiny Christmas trees, to show off the hardness of his prick within.

It sprang out as if it had merely been waiting for the touch of her paw, coaxing him to full hardness, though Dancer did not waste any time at all in swinging her leg over him.

“Oh, yes…”

She moaned, pressing in close, drawing his head down into her chest, the thick fluff around her breasts tickling his nose, though there was no way Raz was about to complain about that. Oh no, the wolf was right where he needed to be, grunting, pleasure aching deeply through him as the reindeer sank onto his cock, licking her lips, cooing to him, teasing.

“Mm, such a big boy… But can you fuck a reindeer right up into the sky?”

She gripped the fur at the back of his neck and head tightly, holding his hair, though Razak merely growled into her breasts, trying to press up into her even as she rode him. His knot tried to swell even though it was not inside her, giving her something even meatier to grind down against, teasing her clit and parting her folds as if she was going to take that into her too, even half-swollen. That would have been a mean feat indeed, though he didn’t know what Dancer was capable of, nipping and lapping at her breasts, curling his tongue around each nipple in turn while the reindeer shuddered against him.

“Unff… There you go, boy, get in there now…”

She crooned to him, encouraging him on, thick thighs muscled around him, locking him in place. She rode him as if it was something they had done many times before, passion overcoming them, heady puffs and pants of breath filling the indoor barn aisle. Straw rustled under them, but no one came by to call an end to their impromptu passion, the reindeer taking her pleasure from a wolf who had only come by that day to see Santa’s reindeer.

Little did Razak know that he would get to know every one of the reindeer more than intimately as his cock was swallowed up by her pussy, squeezing around him. He could barely hold back even then, groaning into her breasts, shoving his nose between them as the moistness at the tip of his nose softened in her fur.

“Ohhhh…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby…”

Dancer groaned throatily, grinding against his knot with due passion until they could not help it any longer and it popped inside her, though how his nearly fully swollen knot squelched into her sex was something that neither of them would know. Maybe she was just that wet, maybe she was just that worked up, but what both knew was that orgasm crashed over them in that moment, howling, whimpering, snorting and grunting. There were no limits to lust in a moment like that as they spent themselves, Razak’s cock twitching and pumping, unable to do anything else other than spend himself inside her.

Yet it was a pleasure too to soften, to lean into the softness of her breasts, nuzzling and lapping, enjoying every nuance of sensation, even the tickle of her coat against his muzzle. Dancer crooned and murmured to him, though he barely heard it, tail wagging and ears flicking, ever aware that his paws were tied behind him.

Hm…

The blue wolf grinned into her chest, locked into the reindeer while her sex milked him of his cum.

Maybe he could get the next reindeer, when he was free again, to use a harness on him.

It was something to think about while he locked lips with her again, the reindeer towering, a haloed silhouette against the lights, all-powerful while she took his cock inside her.

And there was no better place for a wolf like him to be.

Prancer

Razak grinned widely, his tongue lolling out as Prancer, a smaller reindeer with darker spots struck through the brown of her fur, laid herself back along the length of a log, which supposedly was for eating, for him. She pulled her legs back saucily, showing off the slit of her sex, already glistening with her juices, seemingly unbothered by the cold, the snow lining the ground around them. It had already, however, been scuffed up by both cloven hooves and paws.

The wolf had given up on any clothing while the reindeer seemed intent on making use of him before their winter flight, pulling the sleigh together, though he didn’t care all that much how they did it anymore. He had been interested, before, how it was done, but it was hard to care about something like that when he dropped to his knees, lapping sensually into Prancer’s pussy, his flexible tongue spreading her folds, letting her sweetly accept him.

“Ohhh, yeah… Ohhh, how did you know…ah…that I like that?”

She was a talkative little reindeer, but he didn’t mind that as she twisted her fingers lovingly through his petroleum hair, dragging him closer into her. His blue fur ruffled where he shivered, though his tongue did not discern between her pussy or her tail hole, lapping between, curling and dipping past her anal ring as she squirmed delightedly on his tongue.

“Oh, yes… Mmmph, damn it… Oh, that feels good… Ah!”

Razak nuzzled her crotch, chin brushing her clit, offering Prancer a tease of different sensation, though his tongue eagerly fluttered back down across her clit, sucking it reverently between his lips. That was too much for her, however, the reindeer lifting her hips and bucking fervently, nearly crushing his nose.

He needed her, though he had only just cum with Dancer, need rising. What was it about the reindeer that had him so hot and bothered? He hadn’t even come out there to fuck any of them. Yet that was how things had ended up and he was not about to worry about such a turn of events as he rose, pressing over the reindeer as he eased her thighs apart. As if in a version of a mating press, his legs came down over her thighs as he playfully forced her to keep them apart, his cock teasing at the entrance to her sex before slipping a shade lower.

“Ah… What are you… Ohhhh!”

Yet Prancer’s wail of lust, clinging to him, begging him for more, told all as he drove, slowly, into her backside rather than her pussy, holding her tightly while he steadied her through penetrating. Slow and steady, he opened her tail hole around him while her tail flicked back and forth with tension, trying to relieve the pressure inside her, though his paw would soon do that well enough. His paw squirmed down between their bodies, fingering her clit, playing and rubbing, the reindeer putty in his paws, splayed back down over the log as if she did not even have the energy left in her to hang onto him.

All she could do was take his thrusts as he ground deep, his knot swelling lightly, though not slowly, letting it lock them together for deep, pounding thrusts. Sure, it meant that Razak could not pull back all that much between his thrusts, but it was worth it to feel the tight grip of her arse around his cock, as if she was trying to squeeze down on it even then. Yet the reindeer’s antlers knocked back against the log, panting and moaning, grunting and bleating. Oh, those bleats sure were adorable…

His paw was not idle either, squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, finding those moments that made her arch and try to grind her hips up to him as if she was losing control. Yet Raz was not particularly sure that the reindeer had been in control at all, grunting, moaning, panting, thrusting deep, the tightness of her sending him to further heights of pleasure.

And then she squealed, her hoof-like nails digging into his arms as she clung to him haphazardly, the moment ringing with passion, her cries sent out across the snowy landscape of the farm, the fields, the barn. The fence posts stood silent with a covering of snow, sparkling and undisturbed, but if the night had been peaceful before it was the passionately rutting duo that took it for their own, breaking the quiet.

Quiet was boring anyway. 

Razak grunted, thrusting through her orgasm, bearing down a little harder and stimulating her clit with more juices from her slickening pussy until she could not bear it any longer. There was a limit to what pleasure was good at that point of climax, yet he could push her through just a little of it without knowing her more intimately, loving how tightly she clenched around his cock.

A little tease of further orgasm, the reindeer’s white throat beautifully exposed to him, head rocked back, the embodiment of passion. Nipping at her throat as he pressed down even more fervently over her, grinding in, his knot swelling to its full extent, ensuring that there was no pulling out until he had every last bit of her that he could have wanted, he could not hold back for a single moment longer. 

He howled, throwing his head back, panting between grunts, losing track of himself and what he was doing, though it did not matter, not as her arse took every drop of his cum. Spurt after spurt filled her, splashing up inside, their chests heaving and panting, their fur ever so slightly matted where they had sweated faintly through their coats.

He leaned over her, kissing her neck, the line of her jaw, Prancer quivering. God, she was beautiful, but a scuffling in the snow to his back had him glancing back, balls aching as he spent more inside her. With his knot clutched like that, there was little else he could do but allow himself to be milked.

Other reindeer had come out and his cock ached, despite having emptied two loads into the reindeer that had come by to see him so far. Razak’s tail wagged, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. It was promising to be a very good night for the wolf indeed, with only the twinkling of the stars above to bear witness to their lusty tryst…

Vixen

“I hear you’re good with the ladies, wolf…”

Vixen. A gorgeous reindeer, a little shorter than him but not by much, her eyes glistening with sultry joy. There was a swing to her hips as she sashayed up to him in the frosty air, the other reindeer to her back, though she was glad in a lightly jingling harness that framed her torso. What caught the wolf’s attention the most, however, was the harness around her hips.

Razak panted, ears slipping back submissively…

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s what good pups like, isn’t it?”

She smirked, caressing his head, the blue wolf whining and leaning into her touch, though he hardly felt as if he’d had a chance to recover. It was hard enough to have his knot swollen for so long, but to be asked to cum again after all that, well…he’d do it anyway. Who had the chance, after all, to fuck and be fucked by so many reindeer all at once at any other time?

They all gave him time and space to be with the others, though he could feel their eyes on him as he leaned over what looked like a hitching post – surely something for show, as the anthro reindeer would never actually be hitched to it. It was all a Christmas and winter experience for tourists to visit and to learn about the flight of the reindeer, which was why he had been there in the first place. Yet he still jumped at the slick drip of lubricant on his tail hole, his tail already jerked up out of the way.

“Mmmph…”

“That’s a good, pup, you relax now and let Vixen take good care of you…”

His cock would have to wait as a larger one pressed up to his backside, the strap-on dildo attached to the harness around her hips, straps dipping sensually between her thighs.

“Mmm, you’re ready already, aren’t you, puppy?” She teased him, fingers slipping into his arse, spreading him out, not that he needed all that much preparation. “Don’t worry… You won’t cry out too much with a toy like this, I’m sure.”

Razak growled, throat trembling, though he wanted it badly, grinding back, rocking his hips, as submissively as his ears were splayed out to either side of his head. He could not explain why he lusted for it so much, panting, moaning, shifting his weight, her cock pressed to his anal ring and bearing inside, covered with a slick coat of cum too. It had to go deeper, yes, deeper, his moans rising, Vixen pressing his head forward.

“Look right ahead, pup, there’s a good boy now… Mmm… Always a show to put on!”

Her breath caught and Razak thought dimly, as his arse was stretched out, that she must have had something on the inside of the strap-on toy that stimulated her too, though that was not something that he honestly had a hand in, not then. All he could do was submit to her, like Prancer had submitted to him, showing him the pleasure that was to be had in both sides of the coin, panting and moaning, jaw hanging open.

His breath frosted in the cool air, though he was not chilled at all, warm through, her thrusts grinding deep, hips coming up flush with his backside with every stroke of that cock driving up inside him. The wolf tried to grind back against her, though she was in control, shoving him forward, the slap of her hips on his backside filling the air.

“Mmm, yes, be good, puppy, I’ve got you now.”

And she would have him too, every thrust sending tingling sparks of pleasure through his veins, his cock hard all over again, as much as the wolf desperately felt as if he needed a break. Yes, oh, yes, he needed a break, but he also wanted that cock inside his arse, stretching him out, pounding him full, stroke after stroke driving him to that edge of sweet, sweet ecstasy once more. He didn’t want to hold back, not at all, not as his cock ached and throbbed and the pounding of the toy up against his prostate had his cock spilling forth a thin stream of milky pre-cum. 

It was lighter than what he would have normally produced, but his body was forced through it, milked with every stroke, panting heavily his tongue lolling out, though he didn’t like the nip of cold air to it. His tail wagged frantically, brushing Vixen’s stomach with every flit, though she only laughed breathlessly, bleating faintly as she took him, though her attention was ever so slightly elsewhere.

But that did not stop her from forcing another orgasm from him as her body ached through her own, hips thrusting in short, sharp, grinding thrusts, driving deep and staying there, unrelenting when it came to the pressure on his prostate, forcing more and more to drool from him in faux spurts. It was not a true orgasm, not one that would leave him with a true, trembling sense of satisfaction, but it was something, something that would leave the wolf, ironically, hungry for more.

He growled, head hanging, cock throbbing, sort of softening but not really, his arse stretched so wide that there was a flicker of strain back there. But with the soothing stroke of her paws on his lower back, groping his arse lightly, he could not help but relax, grunting softly.

“Come on… Into the cabin with you, I think we need to freshen you up a bit.”

Razak shivered, tilting his head back to glance at her. But what more could be to come?

With the reindeer, he was sure to find out…

Comet

Razak leaned back on the wooden bench against the wall of the reindeer’s private cabin, laughing heartily, a glass of beer (god, that was good!) in his paw. It had lubricated his throat well already, though he was as keen to have more as he was to get even closer to the horny reindeer around him. They were all naked, their bodies thick with muscle and their winter coats of fur, though he was fluffed up a bit too with his blue fur, slipping to a lighter shade and then white as it moved towards his stomach and chest.

“Hey…” Comet leaned in, the reindeer who he could not have taken for a lady with such a large bulge in her clothes – before she had rid herself of them, of course. “You recovered enough yet?”

He answered her with a growl and a kiss, his tongue passionately dipping into her muzzle as she kissed him back just as fervently, the other reindeer cheering and raising glasses to them around.

“There you go!”

“I knew he wouldn’t take long!”

Not long at all as Comet’s cock throbbed, swelling from her sheath, long and lightly tapered, though with a nice roll and round to the tip that would have been pleasurable to take if he had her under his tail. Yet the reindeer’s breasts were just as lovely, not as large as Dancer’s, nuzzling into them on breaking the kiss, tugging at her nipples as he held them with the gentlest of cheeky touches between his lips.

“Mmph, didn’t think you’d…ah…” She groaned, drawing him closer to her, sliding along the wooden bench. “Go for that… Mmm…”

They made space for them, though the wolf and the reindeer slipped passionately to the rug before the roaring fireplace as if it was the most natural thing in the world for them. It was soft enough on their knees that the hard floor would not get in their way, the warmth of the fire sparking and crackling, snapping up kindling as the others kept it blazing.

They kissed, but there could only be one thing for it as Razak laid back, letting Comet choose how she would ride him, smirking, facing him as she straddled his hips.

“Ready to go, cowboy?”

Razak let on a short bark of affirmation, tail trying to wage from even where it was pinned under his backside.

“You know it!”

He grinned and held onto her hips as she sank onto his shaft, taking his length inside her hot pussy, folds spreading around him. It was an easy length for her to take, though she still let out a guttural groan, taking one of his paws in hers and squeezing tightly. Her cock throbbed before them, a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip that Raz only regretted not being able to curl up and kiss, swiping it off deliciously with the flexible flat of his tongue. Not everyone could have that much core strength, however…

The moment was right, even though he knew that there were others around, the last few reindeer as interested in getting their rocks off with him as the first to come had been. She rode him passionately, snorting and grunting, her breasts rising and falling lightly with the push of her hips. Yet the throb of her cock was not something that the wolf could so easily ignore, showing his teeth in a grin that betrayed his true feelings on the matter, grasping it in his paw as she bleated.

“Mmph, yes…”

There was no affirmative like that that he could so easily set aside, moaning, letting her push on, while his paw matched the time of her thrusts down onto his cock. He squeezed, the skin of her shaft sliding back a little with every stroke of his paw, smearing the pre-cum back down the length, all to ease the passage of his palm just that little bit more. The wolf would have spent time on her nuts too, if he had felt that he had the time to, yet the reach of his arm for a rising, challenging rider was not quite as good as he might have wanted, need building, churning in the pit of his stomach.

He wanted to cum, oh so badly. His last orgasm had been something, but it had not quite been enough for the wolf to feel like he was there in the moment, trembling in blissful sexual satisfaction in the aftermath. Razak growled, licking his lips, cock throbbing, her sex closing around him, rippling and pulling, though he could not tell whether she was doing it deliberately or if she was looking for something more in the passion of the moment. It didn’t matter, either way, Comet and the wolf moaning lustfully, the scent of sex rising over even the aroma of the burning fire.

The moment was theirs, all for them to take, grunting and groaning, lust filling the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Razak caught the two male reindeer, Cupid and Donner, who he had not yet had a go with, stroking their shafts, already so hard and so ready for him that he doubted they would wait until he was done cumming inside Comet before they grabbed him. That suited him just fine, however, groaning deep in the back of his throat, panting, his tongue fluttering out, though he did not lap. He didn’t know to, not as he jacked off Comet harder and harder, the reindeer grunting on top of him.

“Oh… Ohhhh, gonna cum!”

That was all she managed to get out as she bleated, her cock throbbing and jerking in his grasp, spilling a heady load of cum over his stomach, painting him in her cream. It practically leapt within his hold the spurts wild, wilder than the wolf could ever have imagined, losing himself there, heaving and grunting, moaning with desire. Yet his climax was soon to come too as she rode him furiously, slamming her hips down over his cock, though Razak could not quite tell whether that was because she could have two orgasms at once or…well…

Maybe he would have to spend a little more time with the hermaphrodite to find out just what made her tick there.

Yet he did not resist his knot pushing into her before it was fully swollen, the reindeer grinding down on him as her pussy milked him of his load. The wolf howled, head thrown back, the other reindeer cheering, though he focused on Comet as if no one else existed. The rise and fall of her hips, how her cock jerked in his paw, spilling more and more cum forth, soaking into the fur of his belly. Yet he did not stop her, not even as he languished there, determined through the haze and fluff of orgasm to savour the moment, his hips pushing and pumping.

With his knot inside her, he was stuck there for a good while anyway… Raz groaned, feeling paws on his head, stroking through his hair. Better to enjoy it, not to worry about it.

There was never any sense in worrying, after all. Much less when his dick was locked inside a hot reindeer whose cock was still hard…

Donner

It was good too to take control for himself, Razak thought, tipping a glass of champagne back so that he could get out every last drop of the goodness, every drip and every bubble that burst tantalisingly on his tongue. Leaning back against the kitchen counter in the cabin, he moaned softly as a smaller reindeer with only a light rack of antlers and a few lighters spots struck through his coat took his dick down his throat.

It was easy to last, after all the fun he’d had that night, but he was still a little sore from his last round with the reindeer that went by Cupid, his tail hole pleasantly gaping, but only a little. He caressed Donner’s head gently as he suckled on his cock, smirking down at the littler reindeer with a grin that betrayed the need for a little dominance. There was no fun in being a switch, after all, if he didn’t play both sides of the coin, enjoying himself in all ways that were offered to him.

A wolf could be a hunter… But a wolf could be opportunistic too.

That was how he set his glass aside with a rattle, grunting, pressing forward, taking the smaller reindeer’s nice, tight muzzle roughly. Donner whined and tried to lap up against the underside of his cock, but he was too horny to do anything much, his eyes glazed over in sweet submission, nothing more than a cute little reindeer fuck-toy that Raz could do with as he pleased.

Sometimes, that was needed. With the taste of champagne lingering in his mouth, the hard back of the cabinet behind him, he took everything he needed, eyes on Donner’s throbbing pink length too. The reindeer’s tongue managed to flicker up and around the head of his cock as he pulled back, though the wolf shuddered in place, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.

Donner squeaked, his head dragged back from the wolf’s cock, looking up at him, a paw wound tightly into the dark brown hair atop his head, between his antlers.

“Come ride my dick, buck,” Razak growled, licking his lips even through the tease. “Now that you’ve got it all wet for your tight little arse…”

Donner might have had something to say about that, but, really, he wanted the same thing the wolf did. There was no point in pushing back, not when he could so easily and simply turn around, presenting his small yet strong, athletic buttocks to the wolf. Razak had to bow his knees a little, in a partial squat, to get down to the right level for Donner, but it would all be worth it when his cock sank into his tail hole.

The tip caught, dribbling pre-cum, squeezing between Donner’s rear cheeks to find the treat of his pucker, the hole which offered so many promises in its tight grasp. Yet the wolf did not take the reindeer in a thrust but rather dragged him sensually back onto his cock, forcing him playfully to ride him, to buck and grind as if the reindeer was the one in control. Of course, that was not so, but Razak enjoyed the feeling of a tight sub grinding onto him, bleating and moaning, lust slipping from his lips.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…” Donner whined, his little tail twitching back against the wolf’s stomach as Razak rolled his hips. “Oooohhh…”

“Ride me, then maybe you’ll loosen up a bit.”

That could not be so, though the reindeer could relax around the wolf’s length, nodding tightly, his eyes closed, one more shuddering gasp breaking his lips. Then the real game and ride began, grinding and rolling his hips back onto the wolf’s cock as if there was nothing else in the world for him, losing his sense of himself in a moment in the cabin kitchen that, really, should not have taken place. Razak didn’t know whether it was okay for him to fuck all the reindeer – even if they had been quite forward in their advances towards him – but it was far too late to go back now, grabbing Donner’s hips.

A snarl ripped itself from the wolf’s throat, lips curling back, need pumping through him. He was so hard, aching for it, yet his orgasm was slow to come, a deep, burning rise curling up from the pit of his being. His body begged, in a way, for relief, for rest, but he could not have both in the way that he wanted them, not without orgasm first. 

The need to cum confused everything as he watched the reindeer’s arse bouncing on his cock, grinding back onto his swelling knot, though he would not sink into the buck’s tail hole that time. That might have been too much for him, what with how his legs shook, bleating and keening, stomping his little cloven hooves. But it was not too much for the wolf as he growled, grabbing his own knot with a squeeze that got him right to the edge, as if he had just sunk it into a tight hole to swell to its fullest extent.

Donner squealed, painting the kitchen floor with his cum, the thump of the wolf’s body back up against the cabinets rattling them, his head falling back. The sweet bliss of orgasm swept him away, pump after pump of his cock spending his seed bringing with it a shuddering gasp of relief, even if he was too sensitive, really, to be cumming again so quickly. Still, he wanted it desperately, that moment of ecstasy, something that could not be taken away from the moment, as much as he might have wanted to cling onto.

Dimly aware of how he came down from his high, the wolf groaned, reaching around to fondle Donner’s lightly softening cock. The squeak the reindeer gave was more adorable than it had any right to be.

“Mm… You buck like you need it.”

Donner blushed, though only rolled his hips back against Raz’ shaft, which seemed to refuse to soften, at least for the moment. For there were two more reindeer that the wolf had not yet met at the farm and he was sure that they were merely waiting in the wings for him.

Blitzen

It should have been easy to tussle with Blitzen, the full-figured reindeer who boasted both a shaft and a pussy, but the wolf found himself lusciously pinned to her bed – or at least one of the beds in the reindeer rooms there, where they could rest and recover between shows. That night, they were due to go out on the flight of the reindeer, pulling the sleigh to delight youngsters, though they would need a lot more clothes on them than what Blitzen had there, in the bedroom, with the wolf’s face smooshed softly between her breasts.

“Give them some attention, darling,” she chuckled playfully, cock grinding up against his with the arch of her back setting them just right against one another. “You know they get lonely up here, without anyone to adore them…”

That was something that Raz was more than happy to do, the wolf’s tail trying to wag, even as it lay trapped beneath his own body. Oh, he wanted it, curling his tongue around her nipples, enjoying the tickle of her nipples on his flexible appendage, the softness of her fur pressing in and around his muzzle. Yet he needed more still, whining and grunting, grinding his cock up against hers as they frotted. 

It was strange, it was new, to do that with a hermaphrodite, but the scent of her need too laid heavily in the air, all in such a way that he could not simply set it aside. The wolf needed it, burned from it, his blue fur sweatier and more messed up than ever in the passions of the bedroom, yet he couldn’t help himself.

It was such a tease to sit up against her, the two of them well-matched for size and strength. It was exciting to kiss her deeply too, tongues tangling, tasting whisky on her breath as the tang of it washed over him, wound around his muzzle. He growled into the kiss, grabbing the back of her head, fingers in her hair, kissing her more and more passionately, his cock aching for relief. Yet that relief was not to come just yet, not as he leaked and dribbled pre-cum, Blitzen closer to her high than he was, even if he was sure there was something more that they could do.

He thrust and ground, his slick length grinding perfectly against hers, relishing in the moment. Yet the pleasure he would give came to Blitzen in the breaking of the kiss, the wolf shoving her back down to the bed on her back and pushing her legs up in the air.

“Mmph… What are you doing?”

He would hold off a little longer, just a little longer, swirling his tongue around her nuts, playing with them, feeling the weight of all the cum that they contained. He wanted it all, though the sweetness of her pussy tempted him too, the wolf torn between pleasuring one part of her and another. And then there was the treat of her tail hole, the tight pucker of pleasure, too…

He settled for grasping her cock firmly in his paw, remembering the taste of a male reindeer’s musk on his tongue from only a short while ago. It was better, while going through every reindeer at the farm exhibition, to enjoy all the differences in them that he could, growling into her sex as his tongue lapped deep, curling up inside her.

Her thighs tried to squeeze around his head, but he pushed them back again until Blitzen hugged them to her chest, though they were splayed still, her cock left on the wolf’s side of her legs so that he had easy access to every part of her that he wanted. Growling passionately, he made good use of that, the bedsheets rumpling under the shift of his body, need coursing through, ears splaying as he let his tongue slip lower to tease her tail hole too. The shudder that the reindeer gave was hot enough to keep him going, dipping his tongue into her tail hole, still musky despite her being fresh and clean.

The wolf growled, losing himself, his cock hard but not yet ready to cum again, not yet. He needed more, that tease of foreplay, even in lavishing attention on another. Blitzen bleated and shook her head, antlers catching on the pillow, but neither of them either cared or hesitated as he pumped her cock, using the dribbles of pre-cum that drooled down her length as a little extra lubrication. There was no harm in that, after all, his paw slick with her mess.

Yet the moment he lusted for was quick to rush upon him, lashing her clit with his tongue as he sped up with his paw, the weight of her nuts resting heavily on the top side of his muzzle. Blitzen was left there, pinned in place as she cried out, cock jerking and spurting cum, losing herself in the peak of climax. Her cock, however, was not the only part of her to show her orgasm, a rush of her juices slickening her pussy, the wolf’s eager lapping swiftly becoming wetter and lewder.

She would have closed her thighs about him, though Blitzen had inadvertently put herself in a vulnerable position there. All Blitzen could do and wanted to do was to shudder through a joint climax, her cock drooling and spurting over her legs, dribbling down to the wolf’s paw, her pussy squeezing around his tongue, trying to grind and buck back against him.

Sometimes, it was the heat of those panting moments that meant more than anything else, moaning, whimpering, the wolf’s smirk laid against the back of her thighs. The reindeer huffed and leaned back, where she had not even realised she’d been curled up, splaying out, his nose pressed softly to her clit.

Softly, slowly, he cleaned her pussy with his long, flexible tongue, moaning as he savoured her juices.

But his cock still throbbed.

Rudolph

The last reindeer out of the herd, the ones that performed the flight of the reindeer across the sky, all pulling the sleigh together, stood before the wolf, though neither wolf nor reindeer knew which way their interlude was going to swing. 

The barn was quiet, Razak having left the warmth of the cabin and their reindeer celebrations to seek out Rudolph, with his trademark red nose. It did glow faintly, though the reindeer had assured him that it could be brightened when he wanted it to, even if the soft glow gave away their position, in the snow around the back of the barn. Inside, the barn was still lit, all musty warmth and softening hay, them out in the cold, though he didn’t feel cold at all, not when he was pressed so wantonly up against the reindeer.

It was a long, deep kiss, the kind of kiss that lovers could break from and wonder what was going to happen next, the passion of it beyond anything else. But such a kiss could be shown in the throes of lust too, their hard cocks grinding up against one another, Rudolph’s paw closed around as much of the two shafts as it could, pressing them together and pushing them back together too whenever they chanced to spring apart.

It was needed, all so very much so, the moment perfect as it was, though Razak knew, after everything that had happened down at the farm, he would have quite a story to tell when he finally made his way home. His bare hind paws crunched in the snow, compacting it down, though he knew exactly how he wanted to start things.

“Lean back and let me take care of you, hm?” He growled against Rudolph’s lips, though Raz disliked having to break the kiss to do so, a string of saliva connecting them for a heartbeat of a moment. “You can’t go off flying across the sky with your balls this heavy and you this…needy.”

The last word rasped forth in an exhalation that spoke of lust, Rudolph shuddering against him, though he matched the light in the wolf’s eyes easily with his own.

“I’ve done it many times,” he grunted back, voice thick with need, “but I won’t say no…”

Razak knew that he wouldn’t, the wolf slowly, sensually folding to his knees, like he had done a thousand times over. It was a good place to be, even if he liked switching, taking the reindeer’s thick cock down his throat, tasting it, showing him just what a wolf’s muzzle was capable of. He had a longer tongue than the reindeer, slimmer and more flexible, able to twist and curl around the head of the reindeer’s cock.

Rudolph leaned back against the side of the barn with a shudder.

“Ah… Fuck…”

It was a thrill to hear those words from anyone’s lips, though it was even hotter, in a way, coming from the reindeer. He was the one out of every one of “Santa’s” reindeer that Razak had thought would be the most difficult to please, though that was not to be. The reindeer’s fingers caressed his hair, stroking and teasing back and down, though the moment was not only for him, but for the wolf too.

Razak moaned openly around Rudolph’s cock, slurping, teasing, letting the long, lewd wet laps of his tongue tickle and caress, scooping all the way down to the stag’s nuts. Rudolph’s rack of antlers bumped back against the side of the barn with a hollow knock, dislodging a bit of snow from higher up, floating and drifting around them like snowflakes. Yet he took his time, half in control of the situation as he nuzzled down to the reindeer’s cock, cradling his length on his tongue, letting it sit there.

The reindeer’s hips rolled sensually as if he could not help himself from thrusting, needing it more than even the wolf did in the heat of the moment. And that very heat was enough to melt the snow around them, dripping faintly from the guttering, Rudolph shifting his weight, tail flicking lightly, even if the wolf could not see it. All they knew was the fire of one, grunting, groaning, though there was no need for secrecy.

Rudolph huffed and grunted, closer and closer to the edge with every passing second. The reindeer could not hold it back, his need heightened, nose quivering, brighter and brighter. Glancing up, though he could not see very much, Razak wondered if he knew just how brightly his nose was glowing or if it was something that had passed his attention.

It didn’t matter, not as Raz pulled back from his cock in a lewd slurp, standing suddenly, though he pressed up too urgently against Rudolph’s front. The reindeer gasped, yet his lips were once again claimed in a kiss, another dick urgently grinding up against his once again. He moaned, paws on the wolf’s shoulders, though he didn’t want anything else than to cum, losing himself, moaning, bleating, the need to bellow brimming up from deep, deep within his gut.

The wolf smirked into the kiss, battling the reindeer’s tongue back playfully, though the moment was right exactly as it was, pushing on, grunting, moaning, humping and frotting. He was near the edge too, but he wanted something different holding back only so that he didn’t have to cum too soon, so that he could make what he supposed would be his last of the night worth it. Though he was sure there would be someone else around to help him out if he really, really couldn’t manage the rest of the evening and night without any climax…

Mm… No, maybe that was the horniness talking, grunting, shifting his weight, one arm up against Rudolph’s shoulder as if to pin him there, to hold him, though the reindeer wasn’t going anywhere either way. He knew just where he wanted to be, rocking his hips, gasping into the kiss, his nostrils fluttering and twitching ever so cutely.

But Rudolph had never wanted to hold back from that peak as he shuddered in a restrained bellow, the tremors of it resounding straight into the wolf’s muzzle, his cock aching and pulsing up against Razak’s. Raz pushed his cock insistently up against the reindeer’s, though otherwise let Rudolph find his own way, grunting and humping, no more than two horny bodies that needed something from one another. 

And that was all right. They needed it, craved it, lusting for it…and they could have it as they wanted, Rudolph spending his speed over his own cock, his thighs, down Razak’s front. It trickled around the base of the wolf’s shaft and even a little into his sheath, dripping to the scuffed up and torn up snow under them, the earth beneath a little crisper even it warmed to their shifting weights.

The reindeer let his head fall back, the brush of a paw across his throat simply sublime, yet the moment was purely to be as it was, grunting, heaving, panting, snorting… Letting everything be exactly as it needed to be. Cum dribbled down the length of his cock, Razak’s throbbing against him, though the wolf betrayed his need with his knot ever so slightly swelling at the base. It could soften again, however, allowing him to do what he wanted, if only he calmed down.

Calming down, however, was not likely to be on the cards at all as he turned the reindeer about, grabbing his hips and dragging him back against the throbbing spire of his dick. The wolf grinned through an open mouth, teeth showing, yet there was nothing predatory about it, lusting for it, letting all come to pass as it would. He lusted and moaned, pressing in for a nip to the back of the reindeer’s neck, making Rudolph tremble.

“Mmm, brace a bit now… Gonna take you for a fucking ride…”

A good kind of ride, an excellent kind of ride, the kind of ride that had his cock ramming up into the reindeer’s tail hole and plunging deep. Rudolph cried out, arching his back to grind and roll back onto the wolf’s dick, coming up short on his knot, which had swollen a little more. But the wolf was not going to go along with only partial penetration, of course not, letting Rudolph grind even as he ground his teeth together, ears back, intent on his prize.

Rudolph was going to be very sore when he pulled the sleigh that night… The good thing about it was that neither of them cared. And neither would he be in any trouble at all when it came to pulling the sleigh, his nose glowing brightly enough to scare away the darkness, showing the rest of the reindeer the path they were to follow through the night sky.

It was where they needed to be, Rudolph grinding back with every thrust of the wolf’s, though his knot sliding in, as if by accident, made his eyes snap open once more.

“Unnff!”

The grunt could not be stopped and the wolf smirked, pressing in closer, pinning his body up against the reindeer’s as he kept his cock as deep as possible. Thrusting shortly and shallowly as his knot swelled to its full extent, locking them together, making it so that there was no way for his shaft to leave the reindeer’s arse without him softening again. Yet with how Rudolph ground and rocked onto his length, it did not seem at all as if the reindeer wanted that.

All the wolf yearned for was the deluge of orgasm, thrusting deep, grunting, groaning, losing himself for the last time that night. It was all he craved, his shoulders rounding, pressing onward and inward, each thrust bringing with it a sharp flash of pleasure.

It felt good, too good, the tight grip of the reindeer’s arse around his cock, flexing and pulling. Raz didn’t know whether it was deliberate, but it felt too good to ignore, slowing his thrusts, revelling in the slick pull and tug of sensation, massaging his dick.

Oh, it was good, too good, so good that, at long last, he slipped over the edge with a howl, pressed in close and not throwing his head back. He wanted to be as near as possible to the heat of another’s body, to feel it all, to enjoy every moment of it, panting, heaving, grunting as he broke his cry. His knot kept every drop of seed within the reindeer’s arse as he spent himself, throb after throb of his cock sending his spurts deep. But it did not matter how deep his cum trickled, only that it was right where it belonged, Razak huffing and grunting, pressing in closer to the reindeer with a light wag to his tail.

“Are all reindeer this horny?”

He groaned into Rudolph’s back, nuzzling and lapping as the reindeer chuckled weakly.

“Mmm… Sometimes. More so when we’re pulling sleighs.”

“I’d like to see you all dressed up in a harness too…”

It was there that they stayed, unable to move with the wolf’s knot filling Rudolph’s backside, tugging faintly from time to time, just to see how the reindeer shuddered for him. It was erotic to see how he trembled, the slightest motion getting his dick at least half-hard all over again. The wolf smirked. It was good to have a knot when it meant that his partner had to just stay there and enjoy the fullness, the stretch… And good for him too.

As Rudolph flew across the sky that night, Razak would only remember how good his cock had felt shoved up under his tail.