An Early Christmas Gift By The Nome King ------------------ Snow fell down on the row of houses, night creeping through into the streets as all remained quiet, the moon lighting the festive time across the whole earth. Lights flickered an all but one house, inside the lights stayed off, except from the artificial light emanating from a computer screen. Dylan always noticed that the skies grew earlier as it approached Christmas, a time he used to genuinely look forward to. He would remember times with his family, a sickeningly idealistic image of a perfect family Christmas. Often he would think about even spending time with his Ex-Girlfriend during the Christmas time, back when she was his girlfriend. Of course he knew those times had past and he was left on his own. He wasn’t too hard up mind you, he had his own house, a comfortable sofa and enough money to buy presents for himself. Though he missed the company that made Christmas one of his favourite times of the year, now it was his least favourite. A time when his bank would feel the sting, a time when he would yet again be reminded of the loneliness he felt buried deep within. His parents had moved away to France to live in luxury, while his job as a Sales agent had forced him to move away from friends and the last of his family. His old Girlfriend Mia had left him about 4 years ago to be with somebody richer and far more handsome. Despite the absence of fellow humans, Dylan found a way to enjoy Christmas every year; By drinking in front of the TV. He did certainly enjoy his television, almost as much as his games console, and often would buy a bottle of cheap whisky and drink himself to sleep on Christmas Eve, waking up early in Christmas to have a day of doing absolutely nothing. He thought it was stupid to wait until Christmas day to use his presents so he would buy them early and enjoy the pleasures beforehand. Of course it meant no Presents under the Christmas tree, but he didn’t care for that. Even though the season had lost it’s meaning, he still didn’t want to forget about Christmas, and he certainly didn’t want to forget the good times he had. Dylan’s mind wandered as he typed out a report for his boss, still not being able to believe that he had to work at home on Christmas eve. Even as he continued to type his mind wandered, thinking about times past. His focus drew rapidly from the happy times he wasn’t currently having, to the bottle of cheap whisky in the kitchen cupboard. He was halfway through cooking dinner when his boss had called, some carrots and onions lay on the chopping board, some of the carrot already chopped and ready to be put in a pan. Though he felt a little lazy now, feeling as if he should throw it away and grab some precooked meals. ”Screw it” he said, lifting himself up off his computer seat with a creak and walked away from the still active PC. His bare feet slapped loudly on the cold tile floor of his kitchen, though he was used to walking around barefoot, socks would irritate his feet something rotten. He shivered a little as he felt a cold breeze hitting his bare chest from the window; somehow it had been left open. He looked over seeing the window had been manually opened, the curtains blowing in the cold winter’s breeze. He quickly walked up and closed the window, pulling the handle down with a confused expression. He could have sworn he had closed and locked the window beforehand; he didn’t want any colder air seeping into his warm home. Walking away he approached the cupboard and pulled out his favourite cheap whisky and his glass, then walked towards his couch, waiting comfortably in front of gas fire. He scratched his bare chest again, the cold on his skin replaced by heat as he approached the fire. Dylan only wore a pair of jeans, his feet, chest, arms and head were left bare, he much preferred to be mostly naked in his house; aside from covering his unmentionables. His feet felt the warm carpet beneath, and he smiled as he slumped himself on the couch, feeling under the pillows and grabbing the remote. He pressed the power button and looked through the digital guide, finding a good film to watch while he drunk himself happy. He unscrewed the bottle and poured the orangey liquid into the glass, the potent smell a welcome addition to his senses. He pulled his feet up and slouched on the sofa, his eye now transfixed on the screen. “Ahahaha, you’re so dead” giggled Dylan as he watched a generic action movie, laughing at one of the villains doing something devious; knowing for certain that Karma was present in nearly every one of these movies. Moments later Dylan chuckled as he saw the same character die horribly, his knowledge of action movies unfaltering. He got through his second glass of whisky and looked down to the glass, about to pick it up when he spotted something glittering in the light of his gas fire. Underneath his Christmas tree which stood on a table left of his fire, a small shining present sat waiting. A confused look spread across his face as he stared at the package, wondering what anything like that was doing there. “The hell?” he said to himself, still very confused; he never put presents under the Christmas tree, he bought all his presents beforehand. Curiosity finally got the better of him and he pulled himself to his feet, placing the empty whisky glass down on the carpet and wandering over to the present. The wrapping paper was shining blue and purple, there were pictures of Santa and his reindeer, snowmen and in the middle of the box shaped package was a set of bells, chimes and holly. He kneeled down and picked up the box, finding it fairly light he examined it and saw there were no creases on it. There was no tape or lines, it was a perfectly smooth box with absolutely no seams at all. It was as if the packaging had been made around the box. Despite the strangeness of the packaging he smiled and wandered over to the sofa and placing himself down, resting the package on his lap. It was rectangular, about 2 by 5 by 9 inches in size. There weren’t any labels at all, it seemed to be for him, otherwise it wouldn’t have been under his tree. ”Strange” he said to himself as he rubbed his hands across the smooth wrapping paper, entranced by the strange colours and pictures. Yet again his curiosity called him to break open the paper and see what was inside, his hands gripping the paper. A loud ripping sound echoed over the sound of the TV, the paper tearing effortlessly as he revealed the box underneath. He tore away the wrapping paper and found a plain brown box underneath, a small card sat on top. The card was plain and white, and was about three times the size of a large stamp. Dylan picked up the card and opened it, looking at the writing inside. ‘ To Dylan A Gift Of Company Santa’ The card read; Dylan was confused when he read the words. “What the hell? Santa? You godda be kidding me” he said to himself, knowing even to him that Santa didn’t exist. Even more confusing was the phrase “A gift of company”; a term which he didn’t quite understand the meaning of. What was more disturbing is that his name was written down, the handwriting perfect and precise. Worried but almost certain this was a practical joke, maybe from one of his work colleges, or maybe from his ex, he gripped the edges of the cardboard box and opened it up. Inside he lay his eyes upon a wonderfully crafted cotton shirt, it was perfectly folded and lay in the box. He could see it was a plain red, but a sort of lighter, more festive red. “huh….odd” he said to himself, picking up the shirt and causing it to crease. He pulled it out of the box and examined it carefully; looking at the sleeves. Around the sleeves, bottom of the shirt and neck was a thick white strip, stylish and simple. Then he turned and saw a familiar looking symbol on the left sleeve. It was the same symbol he had seen before on the packaging, a bell with ringers and green holly from the edges. He was strangely confused but he did like the look of the shirt, it was somehow stylish and festive, without loosing a certain modern touch. He didn’t really know who it was from, but he wanted to try it on, see if it fit at all. Standing up he placed the box down on the sofa along with the torn wrapping paper and card, then shook the shirt and found the bottom. He pushed his arms through and found the sleeves, allowing the soft fabric to run over his skin as his arms fell through the holes. He pulled the top over his head as the collar rested around his neck, the bottom of the shirt falling down over his belt. It fit like a glove, an absolute perfect fit without any leeway. It was if it was tailored for him to wear, even if the bottom was a little long, it somehow felt right, and very warm. Examining the fit he was shocked how comfortable it was, strangely enough he found it much more comfortable than any of the shirts he had even worn. The light red colour was not too garish to be unsightly, and the symbol; even though festive seemed to fit quite well with the style. “Very nice….very nice indeed” Smiled Dylan, enjoying the feeling of the soft cotton against his skin. However it didn’t last long, soon he began to feel a strange sensation under the shirt, like a cross between itching and a tingling, a similar sensation to having a limb go dead and the blood surging back into it. The tingling itch persisted until he had to scratch, reaching a hand underneath the bottom of the shirt and finding the source of the tingling. His fingers and nails scratched, but did not meet soft skin as he had expected, instead it felt like hair. Puzzled by this he pulled his hand out and lifted up his shirt, looking down to examine his chest. Dylan’s mouth opened, struck jawed at the sight before him. The tingling was in fact hair growth, but a very thick hair, quite soft and fluffy. Panicking he felt the strange hair grow and spread around his left shoulder and under his armpit, growing thicker and longer. Dylan began to pant and wheeze; not knowing what was going on and felt scared. It was just then he felt his right hand becoming stiff, as if the muscles and bones had fused into solid mass. He looked down and saw his hand as normal, but he couldn’t move any of his fingers, it was like it was embedded in concrete. Before his eyes he saw his fingers start to snap and crack loudly, his thumb starting to shrink before his very eyes, the nail shrank along with it, his flesh absorbing the keratin and pulling his once useful digit into his hand. “Whaaa….what the…..Oh god!” he shouted as he watched his hand reshape, dumbfounded and shocked by the sheer strangeness of his situation, he began to feel the same tingling sensation grow around his reshaping hand. A loud pop echoed from his palm as his two middle fingers started to grow, his first and little finger started to move back, his whole hand shifting. There was no pain whatsoever, he would have thought that his bones moving and shifting would hurt, yet the only sensation he felt was the shifting flesh and muscle, along with the painless vibrations of his bones changing. Another crack echoed in the room, the Television began to flicker as the signal was interrupted, switching channels and finally breaking into static. He looked at the television, the light illuminating his changing hands. The tingling manifested itself as hair growth, growing longer and spreading around his reforming hands. His hair was black, but the hair growing was a dark grey with a strange brown tint to it, a colour he sworn he had seen before; but unable to figure out where. ”Ahhhh….what is this?” he asked himself, unable to figure out what was going on. His two middle fingers grew longer and longer, the skin and flesh fusing together forming what felt like a single long extension of his hand and arm, a clean line showing where his fingers once were. His first and little finger had been moving back and underneath where his palms used to be, becoming shorter and thicker, not too far away from the tips of his malformed middle and ring finger. More of the thick greyish hair grew down his reshaping hand, only realising now that more of the strange hair was growing up his neckline, stretching the shirt as it grew. He felt his fingernails start to shift next, the thin nail began to become thicker and thicker. It felt like a strange vibration through his bones as his nails extended, as if the bone was pushing into the nail. More and more nail extended out, curving round and pointing forwards, a blunted tip starting to make itself apparent. As his nails extended, so did the ones on his little and forefinger, the thick keratin taking on a strange pointed shape with a flat base. His two main fingers started to take a familiar shape as his nails reshaped, the base of the nail becoming flat like his other fingers….almost like a…… “What the….a Hoof?!” he shouted out loudly, watching the hair grow down to the tip of his nail, covering the skin with the thick grey and brown colour. The hair coated his other smaller fingers and spread down his wrist, the appearance of his extended hands and fingers was unmistakably cervine. “What the hell!....What’s happening…..to” Shouted Dylan as he turned around to examine his hoof, his eye catching a glimpse of the wrapping paper, his sentence cut off halfway through as he spotted something. He knew he had seen the colour of his fur somewhere, but it was only when he spotted the reindeer on the wrapping paper, the colour of their fur, he realised what was going on. “A Reindeer!? What….WHY!?” he exclaimed loudly, feeling a strange pushing sensation at the base of his skull, his right hand now completely useless as a hoof, but his left hand was still human. He reached his left hand up and felt his head, feeling a strange bump growing larger and larger, stretching through his thick black hair. “Oh god….This is really happening….oh Jesus…what the…” he gasped as he realised those bumps were the start of antlers, as more of the hair grew up his neck. He felt the strange fur grow up behind his neck, connecting with his human hair and began to change that too, even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the tingling spreading around his scalp. Despite the strange fur growth and the weird feeling of having a hoof instead of a hand, the feeling he felt was strangely empowering. Dylan could feel a strange power pulsating through him, the tingling comforting almost, as if he liked the feeling. “Ahhhh……Stop this…..leave me alone” he said to himself, trying to resist the changes, but ultimately unable. It was a strange feeling to enjoy the stretching of flesh, the growth of fur. Even as he felt his ears start to change, he almost wanted it. He looked down and saw his other hand began to crack and shift just like his other hand had before, a strange smile curved across his face as he moved his hand up. He felt the fur grow underneath and finally out of his left sleeve, more of the greyish fur spreading over his palms. His nails started to lengthen earlier this time, growing thick and heavy, almost too much for his fingers to take. The fur from his right arm started to grow around his elbow, tickling the join between his upper and lower arm. He smiled to himself as he felt the fur grow around his changing hand, knowing full well it would be a hoof soon. “Ahhh stop…..it….don’t….stop it” he said to himself, closing his eyes for a moment, as he focussed on his shifting hand, the fingernails taking on a similar appearance to his other hand. His whole hand tingled as he felt the fur grow early, his outer fingers growing the strange smaller hooves as his thumb began to shrink slowly. He opened his eyes and smiled, watching the strange fur grow down his wrist, soon to be like his other hand, now a cervine hoof. His hair pushed aside as the antlers grew thicker, two blunt tips forming on each side which were to be branches of his large antlers. His ears pricked and lengthened, while he felt the slightly lighter fur grow under his Adams apple, his shirt starting to feel tight on his skin and spreading fur. The changes didn’t stop there however, they rapidly progressed through his arms, his right hand starting to take shape, his first and little finger pulling back, becoming his dew hooves, his ring and middle finger following suit and becoming hooves as well. He watched as his right hoof took shape, becoming like his left hand; now totally cervine. Despite the strange changes he still remained happy; somehow he didn’t mind, almost enjoying it to a certain extent. Somewhere in the back of his head it was almost like he wanted it, as if it was a better life for him; or a better life soon to be. His hands cracked loudly, his two fingers fusing together, the still clear line showing the divide where his fingers used to be, now covered with fur. His nails continued to lengthen, reshape into the familiar shape that now nested on his left hand. More and more fur grew up his arms, tickling and tingling, making him chuckle at the sensation. Soon both arms were coated in the thick soft fur, spreading underneath the shirt, a burning sensation emanating from his muscles within. “Ahhhh…..mmmmmm this….feels very festive” He joked to himself, the warmth spreading through him; reminding him of the warm fire of memories past. More and more fur spread round his body, coating his chest and back. His ears began to twitch when he heard a quiet rip, which quickly become much louder as his shirt began to tighten. More and more the well crafted gift began to rip apart, his whole body expanding with thick muscle, the shirt giving way and revealing fur from beneath the tears. He chuckled as he felt the sleeves give way, looking down to see the thick fur growing from underneath; poking through and spilling out. He felt like tearing off his shirt, but looking down to see his other hand now totally cervine like his right; he knew he would never be able to touch again. Though he found a strange sense of pride in his deer-like hooves, the shape was elegant and delicate. His thoughts moved from his hooves to his ears, the fur spreading and tingling his scalp, his hair now grey like the fur that grew over his once human anatomy. “Hahaha…It tickles!” he chuckled happily, feeling the fur spread up and around his reshaping ears, the flesh and cartilage moving upwards and out. More and more his ears expanded, new muscles formed underneath and round the thickening base. His earlobes slowly expanded, both ears now becoming large and wide, the tip pointed as fur grew inside the earlobes and around the base. He could feel the new muscles twitching as his brain registered the new motor neurons, his large reindeer ears flicking and twisting to his will. He felt surprisingly happy with his massive ears; they felt like a normal addition to his body; as if he had possessed them all along. Despite the weirdness of his situation Dylan was very relaxed, and surprisingly happy despite the reality. His thoughts delved away as he felt more of the thick bone protruding from his head grow, a thin film of velvet growing over them, supplying the nutrients and blood they needed to grow. He noticed his antlers didn’t feel very heavy, but they continued to gain mass as his transformation progressed, now a little longer than his head. More of his lighter grey fur grew up his neck spreading under and over his chin. He smiled as he felt more grow round his face, almost like a frame of animalistic nature to his humanity. He Sniffed loudly as he felt wetness develop in his nostrils, almost like he had a cold, but it wasn’t dripping wetness; more an apparent moisture. Dylan looked down his nose with a curious expression which soon changed to a smile as he saw his nose start to darken and recolor. The tip of his sniffer soon started to change, the skin becoming black and scaly, looking like a similar texture to a dogs nose. The moisture continued to spread, growing underneath and inside his nostrils, his whole nose black and wet, the width of his nasal cavity started to expand sideways slowly. “Ahhh…Oh god that smells good” he groaned to himself, new scents filling his nostrils, able to smell the half chopped onions and carrots on the chopping board in the kitchen. His stomach grumbled at the thought of some raw carrots and onions, his mouth salivating at the scent he smelt through his cervine nose, still slowly expanding. His mind was once again drawn away to the same ripping noise, automatically swivelling his deer like ears round behind him, surprising even himself at the automatic instinctual reaction. He felt the fur spreading down his back, growing round his hips and under his shirt. Another Load ‘Riiiiiip’ echoed in the room over the static of the TV as the back of his shirt tore up his back splitting the clean white line that lined the edge of the t-shirt. More fur spread down his hips and finally made it round his backside, the tingling and warmth of the fur strangely arousing. His jeans began to loosen, the belt coming loose which caused his jeans to slowly fall down his legs, revealing his ass and cock. Dylan was reminded of his human habits, the fact he didn’t wear underpants, thinking they were unnecessarily constrictive. He could feel more of his glorious reindeer fur growing around his backside, covering it completely, and then managing to spread inside his buttchecks, making them pulsate with heat. He moaned loudly as he felt the fur tickling between his soon to be rump and round his asshole, spreading up to his balls. ”Ahhh Yes…..More.....change me more” he moaned loudly, the sexual excitement starting to affect him, the surging waves of increasing adrenaline only serving to increase the growth of his antlers and fur. His eyes opened wide as he a strange pulling sensation around his ass, an odd tugging sensation on his flesh. Turning his head he looked behind him and saw a nub forming at the base of his rump, growing larger as his coccyx pulled upwards and began to expand slowly. His tailbone continued to shift and grow upwards, pushing out a long fleshy tail from the thick locks of reindeer fur, gaining length and thickness. Dylan moaned as he felt his tail grow longer, more sensory and motor neurons registered with his brain and allowed him to feel and move his new cervine tail. Fur quickly started to tingle and grow up his new tail, softer white fur growing up the underside while the slightly coarser thicker fur grew over the top. He looked down and smiled happily as the last parts of fur covered his fleshy tail, the soft white fur spreading around his buttocks and asscheeks then up the underside of his reindeer tail. The darker fur spread around his hips and up his back, covering the top of his tail. Dylan smiled happily as he looked behind his back looking down and flicking his short fluffy cervine tail, letting his hooves flop over gently, while more fur grew down his legs his jeans rested happily on his thighs for the moment. For a moment he was in bliss, the feeling of his tail and the flicking of his long big ears was pleasurable in a certain way. His nose was wet and sensitive, picking up all types of smells, including his own changing scent from human to cervine. Dylan Groaned as he felt a faint crack from his nose, his face now starting to shift a little, but the fur around his face seemed to be spreading at a slower pace than the rest of his body. More of his shirt ripped apart at the front as his chest expanded, becoming larger to accommodate much bigger lungs. He gasped loudly as he felt the fur spreading around his testicles, the wondrous soft fluffy light grey fur tingled his ball sack gently, causing him to moan out load. “Ahhhhh…More... MOooOHhhhhaaaaarhhh!” He moaned loudly, feeling his vocal cords vibrating as they shifted slightly, causing him to let out a long low cervine moan, almost like a buck calling a doe. He closed his mouth suddenly in shock of the strange noise he had just made, looking down at his semi erect cock as the fur spread around his balls. He gasped loudly as he felt his ball sack increase in size, swelling and pulsating with heat while his scrotum became loose and saggy, causing his testicles to hang down further than normal. Dylan Let out another Cervine Moan as he felt the fur spread up and around his cock, covering his crotch with the soft white fur his shaft starting to feel warm and tense. “Ohh god….Oh yes….OHhhhhhhhaarhhh!” He moaned again, his voice becoming deeper with every loud deer like call he let out, the pleasure from his cock causing his mind to cloud with thoughts of sex. His cock began to grow larger while his skin started to feel sticky, the cockflesh starting to merge with his crotch. Looking down his gasped as tingling fur spread over his cock, making him call out loudly once again in a deep loud cervine tone. More and more fur spread over his expanding cock, now simply a sheath, thicker and longer white fur grew around the end of his sheath, his cockhead still visible, but slowly changing colour from red to a light reddish pink. He gasped and smiled through his teeth, his nasal cavity growing wider as he felt his eyes start to push apart. “Ohhh more…..Make me a reindeer!” he groaned loudly as he felt the tip of his cock rub against his hairs, making him wish for more changed, the pleasure overwhelming. Looking down his saw his cock head emerge from his sheath, but totally changed. A long thin pointed tip moved outwards, precum dribbling from his hole at the top. Veins surged across its surface as more of his cockflesh spilled out, growing longer and longer. He moved a hoof round and rubbed his sheath with the hard tip, causing him to gasp in pleasure, tilting his head back and willingly letting out another load reindeer mating call, his own musk filling the wet nostrils that drove him crazy. “Ahhh AHhhhhh…..OH GOD!” He shouted joyfully, moaning at the pleasure that emanated from his hypersensitive reshaping dick as more and more of his cockhead pushed out, his shaft was now his sheath, his cockhead was now his cervine prick. His cock was surprisingly long, reaching a dazzling 7 inches as it continued to grow. Looking down he smiled again, the fur spreading down the front of his legs, his shirt torn at the front. He swivelled his ears with a happy grin on his face, his long animalistic reindeer cock jutted out in front of him and throbbed; continuing to grow as precum tickled down its wet length. Thoughts of Female Reindeer flashed through his head, lifting their tails seductively, letting out long mating calls like he was. He moaned again, letting out another long deer like mating call, his voice changing rapidly, becoming deeper and animalistic. He looked down to see his thick reindeer cock throbbing, his hooves rubbing against his legs and sheath as they popped and cracked, more bones shifting and moving. “ahhh God…..Oh Goooooahhhhd it feels so GOoooooohhhhaarhhh” He moaned loudly, each word extending into a long loud cervine mating call, hoping to hear a female nearby, hoping to fill her full of his hot reindeer seed. More and more fur spread down his legs, growing thicker and thicker, his entire body was covered in fur, his chest began to crack and shift, his ribcage reshaping. A surprised look crossed his face as he felt his spine snap loudly, causing him to loose balance. His spinal column reconfigured to a quadrupedal stance, making him wobble on his two human feet. He looked down at the floor as his now lower reindeer forelegs lengthened, his hooves ready to be used as feet for the first time. Dylan knew if he fell on his hooves, it would be the end, there would be no going back or slowing the change, it would mean he would be a full animal. Another wave of pleasure shot through his cock as it enlarged further, making him moan and let out another cervine mating call. His face cracked loudly as he smiled to himself, accepting his fate, happy to be something other than the useless human he was in life. “Urphhh!” he grunted loudly, feeling himself topple forward and his hooves strike the carpet with some weight, his forelegs shifting to accommodate the weight. He felt his elbows retracting into his torso, closing his eyes and smiling while his nose and mouth started to crack and shift forward. He didn’t want to wait anymore, he wanted to change, become an animal, forget about his failed human life and start anew. More fur grew down his legs, his shirt tearing open loudly, and the tattered remains falling to the floor and revealing the true animal underneath. He flicked his tail up high and exposed his fluffy white rear, moaning as he felt his cock expand even further. He felt his feet change next, a strange urge to push up on his tiptoes. He gasped loudly as his feet expanded and changed next, the bones cracking and growing longer while his two middle toes started to thicken, pushing the others aside. “Yes!...More!...Give me Mooohhhaarhhh!!!” He groaned again, his neck starting to shift outwards, growing longer and longer, causing him to sound even more like the reindeer he was becoming. More and more his feet stretched, his toenails began to grow thicker and heavier, Dylan smiling as he felt his human feet become hooves, wanting to stand on four legs properly. His upper legs cracked and shortened, his jeans falling down to the floor uselessly, the fur spreading down to his ankles, now the middle part of his back jointed legs. He felt his whole body and spine stand up properly, his feet now his lower hind legs, while his toes shifted further, his nails now pointed hooves. His other toes moved back into his dew hooves behind, feeling them press against the soft carpet, the fur spreading and covering the last of his human skin. A couple more cracks and pops of bone shifting echoed out loud in the room, his final form configuring. His skeleton still configured, finally the last of the bones moved into place and he stood on four hooves, his whole body totally changed to that of a healthy young adult male reindeer. “Ahhhhh….Ohhh god yes…more…..I want it….Moooore……Yes OH GOOOOHHHHHRHHH!!” Dylan groaned as the fur spread over his face, his neck cracking as it extended beyond human speech. His face extended outwards, his nose widening as his jaw followed it. His perception changed while nose pushed his eyes aside, his thick heavy head moving up so his nose pointed straight forward. His ears shifted and moved up his head, flicking to his will. He let out another long Cervine moan, groaning loudly as his cock pulsated with power, slapping up against his fluffy belly, his prostate throbbing with power, human skill still left around his long deer muzzle, his wet nose throbbing and sniffing at his scent; thoughts of female reindeer flashed in his head. He was loving it, he wanted it so badly, wanted to change, wanted a new life. And even as his muzzle cracked and shifted forward, even as his antlers grew longer; he didn’t regret anything. His old life was crap, was fubar, but now he was given a new life; a life of simple thoughts and pleasures. He let out yet another loud cervine moan, his face pushing forward, his pupils expanding and becoming larger, changing his eyes to more black than white, making him look dumb and animalistic, removing all traces of humanity. A loud Pop echoed from his jaw as he felt his tongue expand forward, his lips becoming wet and black, his nose shifting out further to the side as his nostrils changed shape. More and more fur grew down his long reindeer face, a smile still echoed in his lips as he opened his mouth wide and let out a long loud reindeer mating call. The fur reached his nose, covering his face and replacing his eyebrows with the same coloured fur. He looked down his muzzle, his cock ready to explode, his cervine prostate throbbing and aching for release. Finally one last loud crack from his muzzle completed the change, his cock throbbing as he felt his prostate contract. Opening his mouth he let out a long deer like moan as he cummed, his reindeer prostate pulling his fluffy ball sack close to his body as it squeezed his thick heavy cervine cum through his body and out the top of his cock. Moaning he felt his dick spray his reindeer seed everywhere, the tattered remains of his shirt still hanging on top of his body. Cum sprayed over his belly, forelegs and carpet as he continued to orgasm, his whole body shaking, the powerful muscles twitching in animalistic delight. Dylan close his large reindeer eyes as he felt his orgasm die down, closing his mouth he shot his long flat tongue up and licked his wet nose in pleasure, his cock throbbing as the last strands of sticky cum exited his long thin cervine prick tip. Opening his eyes he shock his head and ears from side to side and grunted as he felt his cock dripping with cum. Dylan still felt mostly human in his head, he could still feel humanity, he could still feel his memories of family and friends, and of his old human life. Smiling as best he could he was happy he was at least human in mind, but of course he had a whole new better body to use. He sniffed his musky cum that still covered his cock and lifted up his right hind leg. He made sure his two front legs were both on the ground and moved his head round using his long neck. He was surprised how flexible he was as he sniffed the tip of his cum covered cock. Using his long muzzle and thick wet tongue he began to lick his cock clean, keeping his right hind leg in the air as he suckled his shaft clean. He flicked his ears and tail, moving his head back up as he felt his cock move back into his sheath. He wouldn’t have done that as a human, so he knew he had some instinctual desires implanted deep within. His nose sniffed out something else and he used his new legs to wander into the kitchen, his hooves scraping and clicking on the hard floor. He moved his head up and began to use his semi-presile lips to sniff and gobble up the carrots, finding new teeth perfect for chewing up the vegetables. His ears pricked up as he heard a loud noise from the fireplace, the light from the fire going out and a strange windy noise echoing from the Living room. The TV was still on static and continued to flicker until it turned off all together. Dylan felt a strange presence in the room, an odd feeling deep in his gut. He wandered over on his four hooves towards the living room, the fireplace in his gaze. To his shock and disbelief, a thick black smoke poured down and out of the chimney into the room, swirling around and forming a large long shape. In a spit second the black fog wisped away and revealed a man standing before him, the smoke disappearing into his hands and suit. He stood in a dark red suit with a deep green tie, his shoes were black and his hands looked a little worn but still healthy. His face was old but like his hand, retained life, he looked in his mid 50’s or 60’s. Clean white hair that was well oiled lined his head, with a stylish white Goatee around his chin and mouth. He looked at the newly formed Reindeer and tilted his head to the side, then pulled a phone out his pocket and pressed a couple of button, pulling it to his ear. “it worked a dream…I don’t know how you can do that” He spoke into the microphone. “Yes yes we’ve got a couple more to do tonight, but we’ll meet our Quota, I just wish I didn’t have to do this myself” he said again, “Yup I’ll tell him, I’m sure he wont mind” he finished, moving the phone down and pressing a button on the pad. He walked over slowly to Dylan, a strange presence making the new reindeer feel safe and secure. Dylan looked up at the man and felt his cold hands rub across his soft thick fur, caressing his face and head. Dylan surprisingly enjoyed the petting and nuzzled into his hand, hoping for more fuss around his neck. ”I need you to listen, we’ve had a shortage of Reindeer and we’ve had to resort to….recruiting some mortals” The figure spoke, his eyes bright green and his hair still shining bright. ”We’ve chosen you because you won’t be missed, and we know you want a new life. We’ve assigned you to sleigh number 12,760, where you’ll meet your co-workers. You work once a year, and for the rest of it you get all the food and Doe rump you want” He spoke again, his face curving into a smile. “I’m afraid the change is permanent, you can’t return to being human; but most don’t want to. I Hope you like your new body, I can only offer you happiness.” He continued, rubbing Dylan’s neck and ears, his hands soothing to his fur. Dylan looked up and nodded, nuzzling his nose into the man’s hand and enjoying the company. ”Common then, we’ve got to get to work, these Gifts won’t deliver themselves, we’ve got about 5 billion people to deliver for and only a night to do it in.” he said, standing up and laying another hand on Dylan’s head. “Due to the nature of Christmas, I’m afraid you’ll also be immortal, again another formality of the transformation, but as I say; you’ll enjoy it more than humanity” He turned round and said, walking towards the chimney and turning round to face Dylan. Dylan shook his head from side to side and slowly trotted towards the man, wondering who he really was, wondering how this all happened. ”By the way….My Names Nicolas…..” he turned his head and said, smiling to Dylan as his hand started to change into black smoke. “Merry Christmas” he spoke loudly one last time, before the smoke circled round Dylan and The tall well dressed Nick, turning their bodies into mist which funnelled up into the chimney. A new life awaited Dylan, a new never-ending life, where he could truly be filled with the company of his fellow sleigh team, a life where he could be happy once again. It had been the best early Christmas gift ever….