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Whether you loved or hated Christmas, or even the holiday season as a whole, one thing didn't seem to be up for debate: The reality of Santa Claus.

All kinds of regions of the world had a different version of folk lore explaining his origins, but the fact seemed to be that there was no such actual person, even if there were saints and other such figures in history who inspired the legends. In the modern world, people simply didn't believe, save for children who were allowed to believe in the myth for the sake of their enjoyment.

One border collie wasn't satisfied with that, however. Dangerous as the expedition would have been, Takaza was determined to make her way up to the north pole, eager to prove that there was, indeed, such a thing as Santa Claus, and that his factory really was at the north pole, beyond that.

There was a certain kind of magic about that time of year, and Takaza was still under the impression that it had to come from somewhere. She remembered all of the snarky looks she received when she booked a plane ticket, going as far north as the airlines would carry her. She couldn't get rid of the sound of laughter at her theories, so much so that her ears were still flat against the top of her head, long after such noises were gone.

She'd defied everyone and gone on the expedition, but after nearly a week of searching across a giant, frozen expanse of ice, snow and terribly cold winds, the tired border collie didn't seem to be any closer to finding the truth about Santa Claus, and her supplies were running dangerously low. She'd agreed to meet back with a prop jet pilot a week in advance of the trip, and now that the week was almost up, she was turning her attention and efforts back to making it out of the frozen tundra alive, rather than proving a point that felt quite silly, at that point.

Even if she'd gotten a picture, or found some other hard evidence, no one would have believed her. They'd say the pictures were photoshopped, and that the items were just decorations she'd purchased from a department store. Without actually meeting the man himself, any evidence she had would have been useless.

"Can't believe I wasted so much money on this," she groaned at herself, as she continued packing up the heavy, durable backpack, stuffing the last of her frozen rations into the top compartment. The rigid, steel frame of the hiking pack was terribly chilly against her back, even through the thick, puffy jacket that surrounded her body. She'd stocked up on only the best supplies for the trip, and though she'd be prepared if that kind of cold ever made its way down to the Midwest, all of her protection was just a painful reminder of how silly she felt.

With the last of the supplies out of the tent, Takaza was able to start tearing down the poles and packing the thick, hefty fabric away. She could barely see in the snowstorm that was blowing in, and even through two layers of gloves, her pawtips were simply freezing from the subzero temperatures. She'd known cold weather before, but this was brutal cold, chilling her body down to a point she'd never known before. If not for how numb she was, she might actually feel sick from how hard it was to breath the icy air, and her stomach was already upset from her frustration with the whole wasted trip.

She never had a thought of things getting worse. She didn't dare to challenge Mother Nature to do her worst.

Mother Nature just decided to remind Takaza that things could be worse.

The temperature was dropping, even lower than the already bone-chilling cold that it was, and Takaza couldn't hold still long enough to break down the tent the rest of the way. It would be a terrible waste of money, but she didn't figure she needed to bring it with her on the flight back, anyway. She'd rather make it home alive than not make it home at all, tent or no.

A less than gentle thump against the back of her head forced her down to wobbly knees, however, and her vision went dark, despite the endless fields of pristine, white snow around her.

**

Takaza was sure that a large chunk of ice struck her in the back of the head. When she woke up, she could still remember the sensation, at the very least, even if she didn't remember exactly what she was doing.

She knew that she wasn't warm when she went down, however, and in the moment, her fur was dry, her footpaws were nice and toasty, and there wasn't a single shiver about her body. She was almost a little too warm, which was more unsettling than it was comforting.

"Wh...what...where am I? What is this place?"

There was a small fire burning next to her footpaws, hence the great warmth that traveled up the length of her body, and she was sinking back into a chair that was every bit as soft as powder snow, but twice as comfortable to sit upon.

Her heavier coat had been stripped away, but her delicate sweater and snow pants were left upon her to preserve her modesty. The rest of her clothing was hanging on a small wire above the fireplace, allowing it to dry out before she assuredly was sent on her way.

"I didn't think anyone lived this far up north," she said to herself, after no one replied to her first comment.

Then again, she wasn't alone, as she suspected. "Only one guy lives this far up north. The rest of us have to travel in every year, about a month out...not too much traffic in these parts, though."

Bewildered by the voice of any other person, Takaza gripped the ends of her seat with white-knuckle paws and whirled her head around, trying to find the source of the sound. Left and right, her eyes darted across a small, yet especially festive room, decorated with twinkling lights, candles, garland of a myriad range of red, silver and gold...but there was no source for the voice.

Not until she looked down, and saw an elf, clad in a red, button up shirt and green trousers.

"...Did I get a concussion?"

"You might have," the elf replied, adjusting the poof ball on the end of his tiny hat to move it out of the way of his eyes. "You got whacked pretty good on the back of the head, there. How do you feel?"

Takaza didn't feel any pain in her skull from the blow, finding her sense of wonder dulled the last of the throbbing that remained. She didn't realize the fact until the elf made a note of it, but she smiled warmly down at him and gave a quick nod. "I feel great, to be honest. This is the first time I've been warm in weeks."

"That's what you get for snooping around up here. We can't have people finding this place, or we'd never be able to keep all of the tourists out!" the elf explained, as he procured a dish with a small glass upon it. Takaza knew eggnog when she saw it, and she grinned as the dish was lifted up to her open paw. "You've gotta go soon, too, I'm afraid. We've prepared a drink for you, but once you're finished...well, a little northern magic will have you on your way back home."

After all of the work she put in, Takaza didn't relish in the idea of being turned away so quickly, but she was a little homesick after her expedition. Of course, she was still having a little trouble handling the fact that a real, factual elf was having a conversation with her, but she wasn't one to turn down a tasty treat, especially when it was offered from such a cute source.

"Thanks for the drink," she replied, as she took a gulp of the thick, creamy drink and let out a quiet rumble of satisfaction. "Mnn... but...do you think I could stay a little longer? I just got here, and after coming all of this way, I'd really like it if I could at least get a little bit more of the 'North Pole' experience...you know what I mean?"

Despite how giddy Takaza was, the elf didn't look terribly impressed. He even raised a brow at her and pressed a hand against his hip in a defiant pose at her request. "Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?"

"At this point? I think I want it more than anything else."

"...Well, I suppose you'd better hurry up and finish that drink, then. We've got work to do."

"Work...?"

"That's right, young lady! You can stay for a little bit if you like, but nobody gets a bed for free, even here at the pole."

The disbelief Takaza felt was already making her a little dizzy, but the idea of actually being a part of the process of bringing Christmas to the masses made her downright nauseous. "I...I get to help build the toys, or polish the sleigh, or write Christmas cards with Santa, or...or-

"You kidding? I've been working this gig for a couple hundred years, and I've barely even seen the big guy. You wanna earn a bed? You gotta start at the bottom," the elf explained, and no sooner did the words leave his mouth than did Takaza feel a funny sensation in her own backside.

She leapt up from her chair to see that her long, fluffy tail was slowly shrinking back into her body, and growing a little thicker near the base. "W-what...what is the bottom, Mister...?"

"Sparkles. Jimmy Sparkles," he replied, "And the bottom is being the breeder."

It didn't take Takaza long to realize that the drink wasn't just eggnog, and her stomach began to turn at the thought of what might else have been in the glass. "The...the breeder?"

"That's right. You really think eight male reindeer can be kept in line without a little TLC? Doesn't work that way, toots."

The rather rapid change in demeanor of the elf wasn't what disturbed Takaza the most. It was the fact that her paws, once easily able to hold a glass of tainted eggnog, began to lose their grip on the dishware...until it fell to the carpet with a loud thunk. Skillful digits were merging together, and a thin, black gloss was forming across the end of the fleshy mound, leaving the border collie to gasp in fear as the elf stepped away from her with a beckoning finger.

"Right this way, sweetheart. I can tell you're gonna be popular already."

Running for her life seemed like a better option, but Takaza quickly went knock-kneed as the same shiny, black resin began dripping down over her footpaws. Pawtips were lost under the sheen of the material, and balance followed shortly thereafter, as Takaza stumbled over herself in just a few steps. She wasn't following the elf out of obligation to the operation, but out of sheer anger as she crawled across the floor.

Smooth, wooden panels were slowly replaced with dirt as Takaza carried along, and no matter how fast she moved across the floor, Jimmy was always just out of her changing reach. It was a struggle for her to grip anything with the hooves that were beginning to form, but she was determined to wring the life out of the little brat, if she could ever catch up to him.

Following him turned out to be her worst mistake.

Mingled grass and dirt made a mess of the few clothes she still wore as she adjusted to the feeling of walking on large, flat hooves, and as her body slimmed down, she found it a little bit easier to chase after the elf, but goading her on turned out to be no accident. She didn't even notice the small herd of reindeer that were standing around her when she entered the pen. She had no idea that they were ogling her when the door behind her slammed shut.

She didn't even see Jimmy, as the elf tied a tight collar around her slowly transforming neck and lashed the other end to part of the wooden fence that made up the reindeer pen. "There we go...that oughta keep you nice and still for the fellas to enjoy. Try to have a little fun with it yourself, toots, and remember...he's always watching you. Wouldn't want to disappoint the big guy, would ya?"

A voyeuristic Saint Nick wasn't helping Takaza settle into any kind of mood, but the toxins in the eggnog were already taking a strong hold of her physicality. She could feel her hips growing broader under her slacks, until the seams began to tear just in the slightest. Her breasts heaved a little extra weight as the transformation carried through, and from the black resin, dark, chocolate brown fur trailed up the sides of her body in slow, patchy patterns, until any evidence of her being a canine was completely lost.

Her smaller, narrower muzzle opened up to cry out for help, but the sound was somewhere between that of an English "Help me, damn it!" And a cry of desire from a female reindeer. The small, poofy tail above her backside was already flickering with anticipation as the males trotted over...each large, feral beast gazing upon Takaza like she was the last female on earth.

Small, soft white nubs emerged from the front of her forehead as short, wide ears elongated away from her head. The transformation was nearly complete, but the males weren't going to sit around and wait for Takaza to finish up. Her sex was already shifted away from the typical canine figure to something a bit more cervine in nature, and that was good enough for the first male, who jumped up on her back and nearly flattened her in the process.

Youthful, weak legs that were unfamiliar with a quadrupedal sense of balance barely managed to stay upright, as Takaza took the weight of the male the best that she could. She was well aware of her fate, as she felt a long, thin rod of flesh pressing against the smooth, wide curve of her rump, slamming at her sex blindly and soaking the smooth, soft fur of her body with small dabs of precum. If she still had paws, she'd happily have helped to guide him into place, but her hooves could barely take the pressure, and she was still too busy trying to figure out why she wanted this so badly. Even if she could guess that it was the eggnog, she couldn't remember the last time she needed to be fucked quite so badly.

Worse still, it wasn't just the cock that she was eager for, as she felt the heated tip of the same brush against her slowly pouting labia. She needed to feel the cum of a male pouring against her womb and filling it...and she wasn't upright enough to fight back against such a desire any longer.

That's it...get it in there, she thought, still able to handle at least a few rational processes, as the male realized he finally struck pay dirt. Clumsy, yet passionate hooves tried to keep a grip on Takaza's back as the large, powerful beast slammed his length against her womanhood and penetrated it deeply. A shrill cry of twisted pain and pleasure erupted from Takaza, but her voice did nothing to deter the magnificent creature...he was a feral male, and his biological need to breed with a female overtook his concern with her safety.

Takaza, for her part, couldn't have been happier for it, as she winced her wide, soft eyes tightly shut and braced herself for the powerful series of thrusts to come. Thin, trembling legs showed a surprising resilience, and despite her initial adjustment, Takaza was taking everything in stride, as the male plowed as far in as her depths would allow.

Inner muscles were clenching and squeezing within seconds, as the myriad of devious chemicals in the eggnog sent Takaza into a frenzied heat. She didn't have a hope of fighting back against it, and even if she had the wherewithal to do so, she would have given in without a struggle. She'd never known the pleasure of bedding a feral beast, and this one in particular was putting on quite a show, as his cock spread Takaza's eager sex to wide, tasty gape.

The other males were getting jealous at his long, drawn out turn, and weren't going to wait much longer to get in on the action.

As cute, quiet pants left Takaza's muzzle, spraying heated steam into the frigid air, another male saw fit to take advantage of the same. Propping a leg up on the fence next to her head and showing off a surprising amount of intelligence, a second male presented his cock right to Takaza's muzzle. It dangled right in front of her hungry, lustful eyes, and she drank in the sight of it as precum spat and spilled over the bridge of her muzzle...the scent alone made her dizzy with lust, and a thin, long tongue was all too eager to take a taste.

Retaining the skills she had as a canine, Takaza crooked her neck and adjusted to take the drooling tip into her muzzle. The warm, slick confines of her maw made a fine substitute for her currently occupied snatch, and after a quick, curious lick, she bobbed her head forward, needing to feel more of that same flesh pushing toward the back of her throat.

With legs adjusting to the weight, and breeding heat driving all of her actions, Takaza would happily take a third male, if he could find a way to get in on the action.

As it stood, two more males were standing near by, stamping the ground with furious hooves and waiting to get their turn at the transformed border collie, who was torn between wanting her first two loads of cum, and wanting two more fresh males, as the pace of the first pair began to wane. They were drawing close, and her body wasn't nearly satisfied enough to relax.

Jimmy, much of an ass as he seemed to be, was more than happy to help with the matter.

Cum spilled Takaza's cunt in the next moment, as the male on her back finally gave her the warm, sticky cream that she'd been looking for. Her womb was filled in seconds, and as heated, slick ejaculate spilled down the back of her thighs, her hind legs became weak with pleasure, and the male slipped right out of her body. His cock slapped down on her lower back and sprayed out over her fur, wasting the rest of his yield, but he was quickly lead away by Jimmy, who was helping another reindeer into position underneath of her.

Getting such a large beast to lay on his back was no easy task, but a slumping Takaza quickly got the picture. Still overflowing with the cum of another male, she lowered her gaping sex toward the offered cock of the resting reindeer. "That was you just a few weeks ago, Rama," he said, as he stroked the side of the reindeer's belly, encouraging him to relax. "Don't worry...she'll take really good care of you...h-hey, hey! Mwako! Wait your turn!"

Another female reindeer was eager to get in on the action, as she began to lap away at the exposed tailhole of the new breeder. Takaza stiffened up at the sudden sensation and dropped her hips, much to the delight of Rama, who felt a slick, oozing sex wrap around the whole of his manhood and clench upon it in a way that couldn't have been planned.

Hooves reached up and tried to grip Takaza from below as Rama bounced his hips from the ground, and Mwako leaned up and over the back of the poor, abused female, establishing her dominance as the alpha female in the process. Though she had no cock to penetrate Takaza with, she humped away at the well-fucked reindeer and cemented her position as the top female of the bunch, while the beta struggled to deal with the two cocks that were still penetrating her.

Her lower half bounced delicately under Mwako's thrusts, and passed the pleasure onto Rama, who relaxed on the ground as his manhood was bathed in the cum of another. His body couldn't wait to add to the mess, but before he could, the male up front finally gave in, and Takaza let out a low, feral rumble of delight as thick, creamy seed spilled upon the flat of her tongue and began pouring down her throat.

Regardless of species, Takaza was rather skillful with her maw, and even as the front male became overly sensitive and pulled his length back, she curled her tongue around the tip, wanting to catch all of the cum he could offer before the last few drops fell harmlessly to the ground. Her whole mouth was abuzz with the salty, sweet flavor of the creature, and she reveled in the same as she felt a familiar pulsing sensation between her thighs.

Rama was going to climax, and there wasn't much room left in Takaza's womb for it...not that it would stop either of them from finishing.

Lending her expertise, Mwako pinned Takaza against the resting male and held her in place with her weight as Rama's long, cervine rod erupted inside of her. The first male had an impressive volume, but Rama nearly doubled that total, as more potent, virile cum spread across Takaza's inner walls and soaked into her womb. She was stuffed to the brink of feeling a small bulge against her abdomen, and as she whined out in untold ecstasy, Rama went limp against the ground, feeling his cock completely milked and drained of every drop it had to offer.

Takaza was finally spent beyond what her new body could handle. She slumped atop of Rama, uncaring of the pooling, heated seed that she flopped right into. The mess was across nearly her entire underbelly, and what excess was still spilling out of her satisfied cunt, Mwako leaned over to lap up, making sure that her tongue occasionally drifted at the edge of Takaza's clit so the poor, exhausted creature couldn't properly rest.

"Told you she'd be popular," Jimmy muttered, as he looked back at the other elves who came to watch the terribly lewd display. "How long before the big man comes in and tries her out for himself?"

Bets were being placed already, and surely, it was only a matter of time before the jolly old man came to the pen himself to inspect his new recruit.