## **WARNING: non-consensual, BDSM**

# Rudolph Does Glee

## by A.D. Burrows

	Donner's cock slid out of Rudolph's tail hole, nearly to his hard, gleaming tip. Rudolph squealed as the great organ slammed back into him.

	"Oh Donner... ahn... never stop... Ahn! ..so big..."

	"Hey, too much noise, boi!" Blitzen growled. She backed her rump into Rudolph muzzle. "There boi, use your tongue on that instead."

	Rudolph licked deep into Blitzen's pussy. He stroked downwards, looking for her g-spot. Donner varied powerful thrusts with wiggles and short thrusts. Rudolph's own erection wagged and flipped wildly from the buck's insistent rutting, but his tongue stayed firmly inside the doe's muff. Soon Blitzen was moaning a soprano counterpoint to Donner's bass grunts, Rudolph's own noms adding a tenor harmony.

	It wasn't long before Donner started thrusting harder and faster. Rudolph pressed his muzzle into Blitzen's pussy. He rocked it in time to Donner's thrusts. Before long he was short of breath, but he never stopped licking the doe’s pussy.

	At last Donner keened aloud. His hot cream flooded Rudolph's tail hole. Blitzen's pussy squeezed Rudolph's muzzle tightly and her juice flowed freely over his face. The slender buck leaned on his muzzle, trying not to fall. Donner, his cum flow ebbing, noticed Rudolph's distress. He quickly pulled out and dismounted. Blitzen noticed too and pulled Rudolph out of herself. Rudolph stood with his head low, panting.

	"Was... that.. okay Ms... sir?" he gasped.

	"Very good, Rudolph," Donner replied.

	"You are such a good boy!" Blitzen added.

	Rudolph smiled as he panted. "...thank you..." he whispered.

	Santa laughed. He clapped as he crossed the stable floor, (walking with surprising speed and certainty for such an old man), and petted Rudolph's heaving side.

	"You're a good boy, Rudolph. And I know good boys from bad!" he added, with a low chuckle.

	"You... sure do, Santa!"

	"Catch your breath, then it's my turn."

	"Oh, I can take it right away! I... just won't be too... talkative, that's all."

	"And you know that's how I like it." Santa replied, as he unbuttoned his fly.

	The old saint's cock didn't compare to those of his reindeer, but for a human it was quite an organ. It reached more than halfway down his thigh and was nearly as thick as his wrist. It was completely erect now, shiny and purple-red with a musky scent that Rudolph found intoxicating, compelling.

	Rudolph nuzzled Santa's cock affectionately before he started licking. He nipped gently at Santa's wrinkled sack, then left it dripping with his tongue. He licked the shaft next, base to tip up the underside and around the musky glans, then back down the top side and around the whole shaft. Santa moaned and chuckled. But after a while, he pushed Rudolph's face away and lead him to a low stack of hay bails.

	Santa sat on the edge of the hay. He took Rudolph's cheeks in his hands. Rudolph meekly let Santa push his mighty organ into his mouth. Santa began to rub himself against the young buck's tongue. He pulled Rudolph's head back and forth, thrusting his big, hard cock deeper and deeper into Rudolph's mouth. Rudolph didn't resist in the least. He took the old cock as deep as Santa pushed, concentrating on not gagging. It wasn't long before Santa's thrusts came harder. Only then did Rudolph try to pull away. Santa let go, slight annoyance in his face.

	"Please Santa, cum in my ass!"

	Chuckling, Santa hurried behind the slender buck. Rudolph got down on his fore knees and lowered his rump. He squeezed as Santa pushed into him, making himself tighter. Santa thrust in earnest now, building himself up. Rudolph keened and squealed as human cum squirted into his depths.

	Santa sighed and chuckled. He patted Rudolph's firm, tight butt, not wanting to pull out just yet.

	"Was that good, Santa?"

	"You're a good boy, Rudolph. You're my best boy.

	"All right now everyone," he added, as he pulled out at last. "Big day tomorrow, let's all get some rest!

	"Who are you sleeping with tonight, Rudolph?" Santa asked.

	"It's my turn to snuggle him tonight!" Dancer exclaimed.

	"Santa, I'm doing the right thing making my friends take turns with me, aren't I? It seems kind of arrogant, but it's the only fair way."

	"We all agreed on this," Santa replied. "You're the furthest thing from arrogant in the north pole."

	"Thank you, Santa. I love you."

	"We all love you, Rudolph," Santa said.

	"I love us all, too." Rudolph licked Santa's cheek and lay down beside Dancer. "I love my herd."

>—<

	Far away, a giant lens made of ice was pointed at Santa's stable. Behind it, an elf and a reindeer doe crouched. The elf held a magnifying glass which he peered through at the fuzzy image in the big lens.

	"I wuv us all!" he mocked. "I wuv my herd!"

	The doe snorted. "Rudolph the brown nosed reindeer!" she grunted. "Is he asleep yet?"

	"Soon, Olive, he just put his head down. He's cuddling with Dancer, that won't last long. By the time we get there, we'll have a nice, clear field to work in."

	"Glee, I dunno about this. I mean sure, Rudolph is the reason we both got thrown out of Santa's, but what you're planning is pretty serious!"

	Glee turned a baleful look on Olive.

	"You're not chickening-out on me, are you?" he growled.

	"No, Glee..."

	"You're not forgetting whose elven magic keeps the wolves away, are you?"

	"I know I owe you my life a dozen times over..."

	"Fifty eight times!"

	"You keep track?" Olive sighed. "Of course you keep track. I won't fail you Glee, I owe you too much. But even you have to admit, we really kinda brought this on ourselves..."

	**"What?"**

	"Well we both tried to get Rudolph thrown to the wolves."

	"And you think that red nosed freak doesn't deserve to be eaten?"

	**"I** think he does! I kept him out of the games any time the herd were playing together, remember? Between me calling him names and you blackmailing Dasher to follow my lead, we nearly got the rest of the herd on side..."

	Olive paused, her face long. "Dancer and I were already harnessed together with Dasher in the lead. For those few minutes I was more than just the other reindeer! Then Santa opened the stable door... pea soup! Even Dasher couldn't find his way through it, for all his experience..."

	"So Santa replaced you with Dasher and put the freak in the lead! Don't ever forget that!"

	"I'm not forgetting!" Olive pleaded. "It's not my fault that the freak learned in one night to be a better lead than Dasher."

	"And with Santa behind him, we lost the rest of the herd..."

	"Aw, let's face it Glee, he earned their approval. He's a freak and fag slut and they love him for it and... and he deserves... Glee? Glee, are you okay?"

	The elf's face was turning bright red. "Out with Glee!" he growled. "Not enough to tell Santa they didn't want me any more, they had to shout it in my face. Out with Glee! Out with Glee! A dozen times, they wouldn't stop. The hay munching turn coats!"

	"Hey!"

	"And then they voted you out of the stable, don't forget that!"

	"Um, actually, I kinda ran away..."

	"Well tonight we get our revenge! We'll kidnap him and film him being a fag slut with us. Then we'll show our video to Santa and give him a choice, throw Rudolph to the wolves and take us back or we post it on the net and show the world what kind of reindeer he has on staff! The publicity will ruin him! No more Coca Cola sponsorship and that will be the end of Christmas!"

	"Um..."

	"What now?"

	"You know, even if Santa does take us back..."

	"What do you mean if? He'll have no choice!"

	"...everybody hates us now, we won't be welcome."

	"Silence, minion! " Glee shouted, dramatically. "It's time!"

>—<

	Rudolph blinked as the hood came off. He looked around himself at an ice cave. Then his eyes fell on another reindeer.

	"Hello, Names!" she said.

	"Olive?"

	"You thought I'd been eaten by now, didn't you? Too bad Names, I'm still around."

	"You're still a grumpy gus, too. The other reindeer don't care that my nose is red, they love me and let me please them. Why..."

	"Wrong! I'm the other reindeer, so don't you speak for me! You took away my herd, my home and my dignity! You're not getting my nickname, too!"

	"I'm sorry, Olive. I didn't mean to take anything from you..."

	"But you did! And now you're gonna pay for it."

	"You have so very, very much to pay for," Glee added. "Freak!"

	"Glee?"

	"No, I'm the Easter Bunny, stupid!"

	Glee walked around Rudolph, checking his bonds. Steel cuffs held the slender buck's fore hooves together, while a pair of spreader bars at his hooves and knees held his rear legs apart, his butt cheeks wide and his tail hole showing. His tail was shackled, held up by a chain whose other end was frozen into the ceiling of the cave. Another chain rose from the frozen floor to circle Rudolph's neck and hold it down, locked in place by a stout, steel lock. Yet another chain ran between Rudolph's legs, frozen to the floor at both ends and fixed to his bonds by more locks.

	Glee nodded approval at his handiwork. "You're not going anywhere until I let you, freak! What do you have to say for yourself?"

	"But why do you hate me so?" Rudolph whimpered. "What did I do to you?"

	Glee slapped the young buck’s cheek. Rudolph's head hardly moved with the blow, but he gasped.

	"You don't talk back to me! Understand?"

	"You hurt me!"

	"Like nobody's ever hurt you before!" Olive snarked. "Your ass is as used as a super highway! Your tail hole is the only thing redder than your nose!" She chuckled. "Rudolph the red tailed reindeer, that's you!"

	Glee slapped Rudolph's face again. "Are you still talking back to me? What a stupid, little fag slut! I tell you what to say and when to say it! And if I feel like hurting you, too bad for you!" Then Glee reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, leather, five-tailed scourge. "And it just so happens that I do!" he added.

	Glee held the scourge over his shoulder. Olive quickly backed away to give him room. Rudolph squealed as the braided leather tails raked his flank.

	"It hurts!" he pleaded.

	"Stupid! It's a whip, of course it hurts. You've felt Santa's whip before, so don't tell me you're not used to it."

	"But Santa doesn't do it hard like that!"

	"Well I do!"

	Glee twirled the scourge so that the tails spun fiercely. He moved the very tips up and down Rudolph's side. Red marks appeared through his fur. He squealed and cried, but Glee just laughed and brought the spinning tails in closer. Now each spin of the scourge brought a slap to Rudolph's side, flank or shoulder. The young buck screamed.

	"Stop it! Oh please, please stop!"

	Glee turned the scourge and slapped Rudolph's side from shoulder to tail, just once, then draped it over his shoulder again. He laughed at the quivering, young buck. Olive laughed to, but not as loudly. Smirking, Glee leaned close to Rudolph's face.

	"Say, I liked it," he ordered.

	"But I didn't, it was terrible... Ahn! Don't!"

	Glee struck Rudolph's flank about a third of the way down the scourge's tails.

	"Do you like the way it turns around your ass as it hits there? The tips are going twice as fast when they hit inside your thigh!"

	"Please... no more..."

	"Say I like it."

	"...please..."

	The scourge struck again. Rudolph gasped, then started to sob.

	"I can keep this up all day, as long as you don't do as you're told."

	"I... liked... please... AAAHOOWWW! Please don't!"

	"You gonna say it?"

	"I liked it!"

	"Now say, I'm a dirty fag slut."

	"I'm a dirty, little fag slut!"

	Glee brought the scourge up into Rudolph's belly, just short of his penile pod. "Close enough," he said.

	"Glee, wait," Olive called, "do that again."

	"Oh no," Rudolph whimpered.

	Glee gave Oliver a look, but slapped Rudolph's belly again. Olive stared; a little, pink tip was poking out of Rudolph's penile pod.

	"Look at that!" she cried. "He's getting hard! He really does like it!"

	"Is that true, slut?" Glee smacked the scourge's tails against Rudolph's flank again; Rudolph yelped and his erection slid further out of his pod. "Is it true?"

	"It's true," Rudolph whimpered. "Please, please don't ever tell on me!"

	"Don't tell!" Glee laughed and pointed to a camera off to the side. "Once I'm done with you, I'm gonna let the whole world know!"

	"No! Please, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell, please!"

Glee stuffed the scourge back into his pocket. In its place he pulled out an oaken paddle, about two feet long by a quarter as wide.

	"Oh, now just a minute!" Olive cried. "The flogger I could see, but how did you get that in there?"

	"Magic," Glee grunted, and he applied the paddle to Rudolph's balls.

	At once, Rudolph's cock slid all the way out and stood straight. He keened aloud, blushing bright red at his ears.

	"This can't be real!" he pleaded to nobody in particular. "It's just a dream, just a horrible dream! Things like this don't really happen!"

	"Aw, poor lil' freak thinks he's dreaming!" Glee sneered.

	"Hey freak," Olive said, "ever had a wet dream?"

	Olive ducked her head under Rudolph's belly. He shuddered as she took his cock into her mouth. She slicked his hard, hot, slender organ with her spit, then licked him up and down. She nibbled gently, pulled his tip with her teeth, then licked again. Over and over, tip to pod and back, nibbling, pulling and licking, taking him deep.

	"Olive! Oh, careful!"

	"Cum for me!" Olive ordered.

	Rudolph gasped as his cum squirted into Olive's mouth. Thick and hot the ropes came, filling her mouth, drooling over her chin. Rudolph began to sob in earnest. Glee took a good, hard swing with the paddle at Rudolph's butt. It connected with a sharp crack.

	"Still think you're dreaming, freak?" he sneered.

	"...oh help..." Rudolph whimpered. "Just fuck me!" he added. "I'm nothing but a dirty, stupid, ugly, worthless, little faggot anyway. I deserve to be treated like a thing, just a dirty, broken sex toy, that's all I am so just fuck me! Please... I want it like that!"

	Glee looked at Olive; Olive looked back.

	"That was easy," he said.

	"What now?"

	"I'm gonna fuck his ass full of cum until it dribbles down his legs, of course. Hey, make him lick your pussy while I do!"

	Glee pulled his pants down. He started slapping his flaccid cock against Rudolph's tail hole. "Make him lick you out!" he said again.

	Olive stood in front of Rudolph. She knelt on the frozen floor of the cave, like a dog play bowing. "Lick my pussy Rudolph," she said, sternly.

	Without a word, still sobbing, Rudolph slipped his tongue into Olive's muff. He licked up and down between her lips, teasing the flesh and the holes beneath. He lingered under her clit, pressing up briefly before he moved back down.

	"Mmmmm, good boy..."

	"Hey, watch it!" Glee snapped.

	Olive glanced over her shoulder at the elf, but he was too busy thrusting urgently into Rudolph's ass to look back.

	"Ahn... aaahn..." Rudolph moaned. "Please... harder, Glee... make it hurt..."

	Olive looked away. "This is wrong," she muttered. "Wonderful, hot as anything, but just wrong!"

>—<

	Santa scowled. "If you've done anything to keep my best lead reindeer from flying tonight..."

	"Dasher is your lead, old man," Glee sneered back. "This fucking freak of yours is out, and I mean to the wolves. I make sure they get him myself. Clear?"

	Santa looked down again at the monitor screen, where Rudolph was being abused by the two ex-employees who now stood on the far side of his desk. Behind them, the real Rudolph sat shivering.

	"You seem to be under the delusion that you have something here that matters to me," said Santa.

	"Oh, it matters! You're just too senile to get it, so I'll spell it out for you. From now on, as of now, I'm in charge around here. I make all the decisions. My word is law. My official title is Elf In Chief, but really you're just a figurehead."

	"And if I say no?"

	Glee shook his head. "See, that's why I'm having to do this, you're too stupid to see your own position. Again, I have to spell it out for you. If you don't do what I tell you, I'll put this little slut fag on the Internet. Every parent will see it. They won't trust you any more. Coca Cola will see what goes on up here..."

	"Coke knows perfectly well what goes on up here," Santa interrupted. "That's why they have a filter on the only server that serves the whole region, in case a slip like this happens. Go ahead," he added, turning his laptop to Glee, "try to access the copy you posted again. You'll see it's already gone."

	"Impossible!" Glee exclaimed. He exited the viewer, ran Chrome instead and started typing quickly. The video began again. "There! I knew I'd gotten past that firewall! What do you think of Coke's security now?"

	"You're right, I lied. My real plan was to trick you into inputting your server, username and password while my elves watched the keystroke monitor."

	Santa turned the laptop enough to refresh the page, then turned it back to Glee.

	"Deleted?" the elf cried. "No such user?"

	"Olive," Santa said, "are there any other copies?"

	Olive spat an SD card onto Santa's desk. (Santa quickly grabbed it.) "He didn't take time to put it anywhere else. There are still copies on his computer and camera. No others."

	"And my camera and computer are hidden where you'll never find them!"

	"No need," Santa replied. He laid his finger aside his nose, nodded his head and opened his other hand. The SD card burst into flames. "I'll give you a new camera and computer. The data on your old ones are gone forever, of course. And now..." He lay his finger aside his nose again. "Out with Glee!" and he nodded.

	At once, the air seemed to lift Glee up into itself. Glee tried to struggle, but found himself literally fighting with nothing. The window blew open. For a few seconds, Glee clung to its frame.

	"I'll be back old man," he screamed. "And I'll have a special present for you, turncoat!" he told Olive.

	Then the wind ripped his fingers loose and blew him away to the south, still cursing to the sky. Santa turned to Olive.

	"Don't bother," she said, "I'll just go."

	"If you want to," Santa replied. "It didn't help you much the last time, though."

	"But I can't stay! Not after what I did."

	Santa shook his head. "Rudolph, she doesn't get it. You'll have to tell her what she did."

	"No! Santa..."

	"All right, you don't have to. But she's already seen it. If she doesn't understand what she saw, she'll still be prejudiced against you."

	"No, I'm afraid!"

	"I don't blame you," Olive replied. "I was horrible to you, like an evil monster! You **should** be afraid of me."

	“You don't understand!” Rudolph cried. “I... liked it...”

	“Huh?”

	“It... was...” Rudolph's head sank; he spread his forelegs and lowered his head until his chin touched the ground. “It's true, I am a slut. I'm bisexual and I need a lot of affection. That's why I relate to others with my balls. And my cock, and my tail hole.” He raised his head a little and looked at Olive. “I need to be used like that, I love it when I make my friends so happy. I know that makes me the herd bitch, I have no trouble with that word.”

	“But that's not a bad thing!” Olive replied. “It's just how you are and everybody loves you for it.”

	“I know it's not a bad thing!” Rudolph looked away and his head dropped again. “My dirty secret... is...” He sniffled. “...I like it when you treat me **as if** it was a bad thing, as if I was dirty and disgusting and awful. Especially when you beat me. It excites me being abused and beaten for being something awful. You and Glee really do think of me that way and you treated me like I was garbage. It was the best sex ever.” Rudolph looked up at Olive, his eyes pleading. “But I don't want anybody to know I like being used that way! They'd think I'm weird! They already think my nose is weird! It's a huge turn-on for me to be used for a dirty slut, but I don't want to **live** that way! I need my friends! Oh please Olive, please promise you'll never, ever tell on me! I'll do anything for you if you promise!”

	“Wow,” said Olive. “Who'd have thought...” she added. “And nobody else knows?”

	“Prancer knows,” Rudolph replied. “And Santa. And you, now.”

	Olive gasped. “And Glee! Santa, where did you send him?”

	“A Northern Cree village in Quebec, they owe me a favour, they’ll keep him out of harm’s way until he grows up.”

Olive nodded. “You don't have to worry, Rudolph,” she said. “I'll never tell anybody either.”

	“Promise?”

	“I don't have to promise. I won't be here to tell.”

	“You won't?” said Santa.

	“After being such a big fink with Rudolph, nobody will want me here. I don't want to stay where I'll only be hated, I'll just go.” She glanced aside at Rudolph as she turned to Santa's still-open office window. “I'll probably be eaten by wolves,” she said, “so your secret will die with me. I'd deserve it if they did,” she added. “I'm evil. And I'm sorry for calling you names, too. I won't do it any more. " 

	"Thank you," Rudolph replied. "Just as well, you're not very good at it. "  (Olive gave Rudolph a surprised look.) "I mean, you literally called me Names. "  (Olive glared at him.) "It doesn't show much creativity..."

	"I did that on purpose! The idea was to show you that you're not worth the effort, making up a bad name for you!"

	“...so, you just called me Names because you couldn't be bothered!"

	"Finally you got it!"

	"I always thought you just couldn't."

	"Well you were wrong."

	"Actually, I used to get by figuring you were pretty dense."

	Olive's mouth worked, but no words came out. She stared at Rudolph as if he'd thrown a pie in her face. 

	"Kinda backfired, didn't it?"

	"Maybe, " she muttered. "It doesn't really matter any more anyway," and she turned again to the window. 

	“Before you go,” Santa said, “explain one thing to me.”

	“I'd rather just go, please.”

	Santa laid his finger aside of his nose and nodded; the window closed and locked. “I think you owe me an explanation.”

	Olive turned to him and waited.

	“When you were little, you were always a good girl. Yet you turned on Rudolph and nearly got all the other reindeer to turn on him, too. Why? What do you have against him?”

	“It... It's his nose! It freaks me out, it glows!”

	“The other reindeer got used to it. They got to know Rudolph for the gentle, affectionate person he is, after he showed them what a great sleigh-mate he is. Why couldn't you get used to it?”

	“But you can't deny it! It's right there on his face, it... it's... weird! And it doesn't stop being weird just because...”

	“That's Glee talking. He never could see past the obvious or let go of a conviction, even if it was proved wrong. Instead, he clung to the last reindeer hold-out and helped you stay prejudiced until he got himself ejected. But you were never ejected, you ran away.”

	“I was Glee's right-hand reindeer. I knew they'd do the same to me. They did it to Glee.”

	“Nobody liked Glee! He's arrogant and bossy, a know-it-all who always has to be right.”

	“I noticed. ...being his minion,” she added.

	“You weren't like that. You just had a thing about Rudolph.”

	“But I still did what I did. You saw the video, you saw what I did. That wasn't Glee, that was me.”

	“You helped fuck Rudolph. We've all fucked Rudolph.”

	“I love being fucked,” Rudolph added.

	“But I did it to be bad. I don't deserve to be here. Please, let me just go.”

	Santa sighed. “I can't keep you if you want to go. But first, come here to me, just for a moment. There's something you're forgetting.”

	Olive sighed and walked up to Santa. He took her head in his lap and looked into her eyes.

	“You have been very bad lately. But you know that even bad children get one amnesty -- just one -- in times of need. You never needed to use yours, until now. So, what do you want for Christmas, Olive?”

	Olive glanced at Rudolph; the slender, young buck smiled back. She looked away and thought for a moment.

	“Could you please find me a herd of reindeer who've never heard of me, who'll take me in and give me a second chance?”

	“You want a second chance?” Santa smiled. “I believe in second chances. And I just happen to know a reindeer herd who could use you.”

>—<

	Santa lead Rudolph and Olive to the door of his stable.

	“Santa, no, I couldn't go in there! I couldn't face them again, not after... I can't.”

	“Olive, you wanted a herd who need you to give you a second chance. That's your Christmas present and it's soon going to be Christmas at the international date line, so you're getting your present now. That means you have to follow me. Understand?”

	“I see, Santa.”

	“So you'll have to trust me, okay?”

	“Yes, Santa.”

	“Rudolph, you've been through a pretty rough night. Will you be able to lead my sleigh today?”

	“I'll do my best, Santa.”

	“You always do. I think this will lighten your heart a bit.”

	Santa opened the door and lead the two reindeer inside. In a corner stall, they saw Vixen lying with a cast on her hoof. Prancer lay beside her, nuzzling his stricken mate.

	“Santa!” Dasher cried.

	“How is she?”

	“It's broken!” Dasher replied. “She won't be able to pull your sleigh tonight. Christmas will be late in some places and there will be others we just can't get to. Blast it all, if only we had...”

	“...our other reindeer?” Santa nodded towards the two beside him.

	“Rudolph!” Dasher cried. Then, “...Olive? Our other reindeer! Santa, where did you find her?”

	“Long story. We don't have time. Positions everybody, get ready for the harness! It's nearly time to go!”

	Santa went to inspect his sleigh and make sure his load of toys was secure. Olive took her place beside Prancer.

	“What happened to Vixen's hoof?” she asked.

	“Training accident. I'm worried, but I'm sure the elves will take good care of her. I'll just have to focus on the trip now and trust Santa. I haven't seen you flying for a long time. Are you going to be able to pull today?”

	“I'm a little out of shape, but I think I can make it.”

	“Olive, where the heck have you been?”

	“I... Rudolph got back from his first flight... I couldn’t face the herd anymore… It’s really a long story, okay?”

	Dasher looked back at her. “Short version, then,” he said. “Why did you come back?” (Olive looked back, but couldn’t speak.) “I mean, can I trust you behind me?”

	“She’s okay,” Rudolph replied. “I found her in the woods and brought her back. We had time to get to know each other…”

	“I was wrong about Rudolph!” Olive exclaimed. “He’s not just… a…”

	“A red nose?” Rudolph suggested.

	“He’s a person! A really nice person!” Olive went on. “...who deserves a second chance,” she added, blushing at her ears.

	Elves approached with harness and put bits in their mouths. Dasher nodded and smiled. Prancer did some stretches; Olive did them with him.

	“Olive!” Vixen cried. “Take good care of Prancer!”

	Olive grinned back at her and nodded.

	In another twinkling, the harness was all adjusted and the reins set.

	“Time, Santa!” an elf declared.

	Santa settled into his seat. He took the reins in one hand and a long whip in the other. “Outer doors!” he called and a pair of elves opened a set of broad doors at the end of the stables onto the north pole ice. But instead of midday darkness and cold, there was nothing but a wall of gray.

	“El nino again, Santa,” one of the elves said.

	“Well there's just one thing for that. Pour it on, Rudolph!”

	The slender, young buck turned and nodded. He winked at Olive. Then he turned back to the wall of fog and held his head high. He raised one hoof... the rest of the reindeer did the same... and his nose began to shine bright, ruby red. The long wavelengths shone right through the fog and illuminated their take-off strip well enough to see where they were going. Rudolph keened aloud, then stomped his hoof down hard. The rest of the herd stomped with him and they started to pull. It took a moment of strain, then the sleigh started moving. Soon it was out on the snow and running easily. Before they were half-way down the strip, the sleigh took to the air.

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