A Yuletide Time
(This will be my first story created since my graduation from college. Let's see if I learned anything over the last four years. The following story contains Rudolph and Oliver Finn, who is known as the Yule Goat in Norse mythology. I played around with the setting and plan to do more with these two. However, please let me know if I should continue with the story. Additionally, I drew a concept for Oliver Finn. I had one for Rudolph but FurAffinity only allows one Art submission per story. Anyway, without further lip from me, here is "A Yuletide Time")
A Yuletide Time
By: Razial Drakken
One night, in mid-December in Fairbanks, Alaska. A monstrous snowstorm crippled the majority of the state, leaving thousands relying on generators for their heat and electricity. Oliver Finn knew the snow threatened to disrupt the normal flow of daily occurrences but disregarded the storm, nonetheless. Even before the weather experts predicted that storm, he knew it would bury thousands of people underneath several feet of snow.
Oliver drove slowly down a mountain pass, heading back to his hotel. He flew into Fairbanks to visit his brother, who moved here from Norway for work. Oliver's brother pleaded with him not to go, but Oliver was sure he could return before the snow fell.
Oliver and his family were no strangers to snow or the cold. They were northern goats, descendants of a proud lineage from prehistoric times. However, even they could fall victim to the cold if they are not careful.
Oliver felt anxious as he continued down the winding mountain pass. The wind howled outside his car, causing him to start as the snow accumulated within minutes. Soon, the snow nearly encapsulated the vehicle, leaving Oliver trapped inside.
Suddenly, a rumbling rattled the car along with Oliver, who looked around quickly for the source. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw in the evening light a massive avalanche racing towards his car.
He tried to open the door, but it was too late. The avalanche struck the car, causing the airbags to deploy and the windows to shatter. Oliver smashed his head on the steering wheel while several shards of glass left several cuts across his arms and face. The car tumbled end on end, leaving Oliver disoriented before passing out. The thoughts that floated in his head before succumbing to darkness was, "It was a good life."
Oliver felt warm and comfortable. He could not remember when he felt this content and secure. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting darkness except for the moonlight spilling in from the window and a light outlining a doorway.
Oliver tried to move, but a sharp pain in his ribcage caused him to gasp. Slowly, he felt his ribs and noticed the bandages. He noticed a slight throbbing in his head, raising his hand to massage it, but he also found bandages there.
"So, it had not been a dream," Oliver said quietly and sat up slowly.
A slight knock came from the door, accompanied by a small baritone voice. "Hi, I am coming in."
The door opened slightly, and Oliver did a double-take. There standing before him was an Anthro reindeer with a red-glowing nose. He had heard of magic before but had never seen it, until now.
"Ah, you are awake. Good, I had hoped you didn't get too injured during that avalanche," the Reindeer said as Oliver looked down at his hands.
"Avalanche?" Oliver thought for a moment. "Oh, the avalanche! I remember, but I tried to get out and got caught in it. I thought I died."
"You very nearly did. I was outside when I saw the avalanche bury your vehicle. Luckily, the avalanche was not that big, and I was able to dig you out. Your ribs escaped with minor bruising, but you sustained a nasty blow to your head. But we are stuck here until someone clears a path," The Reindeer said as Oliver nodded.
"So, who are you?" Oliver asked as the Reindeer turned on a lamp, flooding the room with light. Oliver was taken aback by the figure in front of him. The Reindeer was slender but built like a runner. The light tan front blended perfectly with a darker brown and grey back fur kept trimmed neatly. The antlers on the head were a little shorter and forked into two points. He wore a black turtleneck sweater with a pair of blue jeans, and his hooves functioned as shoes.
"My name is Rudolph. What's yours?" Rudolph asked politely.
"Finn. Oliver Finn," Oliver said, extending his hand to Rudolph, who took it.
"Well, Mr. Finn, would you like something to eat?" Rudolph asked as Oliver smiled.
"Absolutely. And, please, call me Oliver," he said, slowly drawing back the covers only to realize he was nude.
Rudolph turned away from Oliver, who noticed the slight blush spreading across the Reindeer's cheeks, or perhaps that was a trick of the light.
"I must apologize; your clothes were soaked, and I don't have an extra set of PJs. However, you can wear this robe for now until your clothes are finished in the dryer," Rudolph said as he took a robe from the backside of the door and handed it to Oliver.
"Don't worry about it; you saved and kept me safe. I could not ask for more. Besides, we're both guys. It's not like we both haven't seen a cock and balls before," Oliver said with a toothy grin.
"True, I guess. Anyways, put that on and come out to the kitchen. I have some stew ready," Rudolph said as he exited the small rustic bedroom.
Oliver stood gingerly, feeling the aches and pains from the night before. Or was it the night before? He had lost track of time and looked around for his phone. There on the dresser, Oliver saw his phone and snatched it up. A long crack split the screen in half. Otherwise, the phone was functional.
Oliver tried to dial his brother, but nothing came through. He looked at his phone again as it flashed "No Signal" and cursed under his breath.
"Damn!"
"Hey, Oliver. Are you coming?" Rudolph yelled from somewhere in the other room.
"Yeah, here I come," Oliver said, putting the phone in his robe pocket and exiting the bedroom.
The next room was marginally bigger with open space. To Oliver's right sat the kitchen a few feet away. In front of him sat a large stone fireplace with a fire dancing playfully within it. An oval area rug of fall colors sat before the fireplace, with two simple but comfortable armchairs and a small round table in between. To his left sat a Christmas tree with beautiful decorations that towered slightly higher than Oliver. The front door sat on the opposite side, next to the fireplace.
Oliver walked to the kitchen and noticed the handcrafted table in the middle. It was the deepest color of redwood he had ever seen. The kitchen itself looked modern except for the hardwood flooring.
Rudolph stirred a pot on the stove, allowing Oliver to take in this Reindeer. He was definitely built, but the thing Oliver loved the most was the fluffy tail poking out of this deer's pants. He wanted to squeeze and cuirass it but resisted.
"As soon as you are done appreciating me, please have a seat, and I will get you some stew," Rudolph said, looking over his shoulder with a slight smirk.
Oliver felt a blush spread across the white fur and said, "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it. It's only fair, seeing as I already saw everything you have, and I must say, you are quite a catch," Rudolph said as Oliver blushed even further.
Oliver had an attraction to males but never acted on it. His family was huge in Norway and always involved with some political agenda that Oliver detested to this day. He had never told anyone about his orientation for fear of losing his family and friends. And now, someone was telling him that he, Oliver, was a catch.
"Get ahold of yourself, Oliver. This isn't the porn sites like e621 you browse daily. Stuff like that doesn't happen in real life," Oliver thought as Rudolph sat a bowl of veggie chili before him. The aroma wafering from the bowl was intoxicating and made Oliver's stomach growl.
Rudolph giggles. "Looks like you were hungry after all, huh?"
"Yeah, thank you," Oliver said as he took a bite and was met with an explosion of flavor.
"This is great!" Oliver said as he ate two helpings of chili.
"Thank you. I'm glad you liked it," Rudolph said as he sat down with mugs of hot chocolate, passing one to Oliver.
"Thanks."
"So, Oliver, where are you from?"
"Norway. My family is one of the oldest in the country, or so I've been told. Anyway, I currently live in the capital called Oslo," Oliver said as he took a sip of hot chocolate and was met with an intense sweetness.
"So what brings you to Fairbanks?" Rudolph asked, holding his mug inches from his maw.
"My brother and his family moved here for work. He's a professor at the University of Alaska in the History department."
"Something about your tone says you're not on good terms with your family, though I could be wrong," Rudolph said, taking a sip and setting his cup down.
"It's a bit complicated. I love my family, but being one of the main families in Norway usually involves political nonsense. That is why I went into trucking. I could be away for several weeks and not have to deal with the constant arguments or whether we appear good or bad in front of others. My parents tried to talk me out of it, but I went my own way, and none of them talk to me anymore except my brother," Oliver said as he looked up from his cocoa. Rudolph was smiling slightly with something almost warming that Oliver did not understand fully.
"I understand about wanting to live your own life. I have lived for many years and through many tribulations. It took me a long time to discover myself and all the aspects of myself. I appreciate you sharing, Oliver," Rudolph said as Oliver nodded, but something played in the back of his mind.
"I have a question for you, now," Oliver said as Rudolph shrugged in an "I don't care" way.
"Are you perhaps related to the stories about Santa Claus and the North Pole?" Oliver asked as some pain passed over Rudolph's expression, but it was gone briefly.
"I was. Only, now the magic that supported our legend slowly faded as man's technology advanced," Rudolph said as a tear formed in the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry; if this is too painful, then we can stop," Oliver said, involuntarily moving his hand to rest on Rudolph, who took it.
"No, someone should know how Santa Claus faded from history. See, back when I was a young buck, I did not look like this as you see me today. I walked on all fours and had only the language of Reindeer to speak. We all understood the language of man but could not speak it ourselves. However, that all changed when an emissary from Easterland arrived with horrible news. The magic that once protected its borders faded, and the Easter Bunny's descendants started to grow old with age and die. Soon, the Easter Bunny himself succumbed to death after centuries of life," Rudolph said, taking a quick sip from his mug.
"That's terrible," Oliver said, squeezing Rudolph's hand slightly tighter.
"It was, and it got worse. By 1950, most magic had been wiped out by man's technology. The North Pole was the very last haven for magic worldwide. Saint Nicholas saw the end coming and visited us Reindeer in our stables. His eyes were puffy and red from crying. We could see the profound sadness on his face. However, for us, he always gave a cheerful smile. I remember that day like none other. He said, 'Boys, you all have been so good to me over the centuries. But there is very little magic left. Therefore, I will cast one last spell to immortalize you all to act as a reminder that there was a Santa Claus. Don't worry about me or Misses Claus. We have lived many men's lifetimes and are happy spending the rest of our days together. With this final act, I will set you all free.' The Clauses lived for a while after that, but just last year, time caught up with them, and... I buried them on the property here. The other Reindeer left and spread out across the globe. I was the only one who stayed behind to care for the Claus. His spell had another side effect that slowly manifested over two or three years. We all changed," Rudolph paused a moment while taking another sip.
"That means there's no more magic in the world?" Oliver asked as Rudolph started and looked at him.
"Oh, there's still magic. The very earth you stand on is magic. The power that emanates from her is immense. But even she feels the strain from man plundering her resources to make their machines. At any rate, suffice it to say that magic happens when least expected," Rudolph said as he looked down at their joined hands.
Oliver blushed and went to let go, but Rudolph kept his grip. "It's okay. I feel the same. I don't know if meeting you is by chance or fate, but how can I pass on a handsome guy like you?" Rudolph said as Oliver blushed even further.
"I have no experience in this situation. I've never had sex before, though I do find men attractive," Oliver said as Rudolph leaned in, moving inches from Oliver's maw. Oliver could smell the faint hint of cologne mixed with testosterone, causing his member to grow and poke the tip out of his sheath.
Oliver moved forward, completing the distance and locking into a passionate kiss with Rudolph. Oliver felt his member grow halfway out and felt pre form at the tip.
Rudolph broke the kiss and smiled. "I can smell your musk, and it's intoxicating."
Oliver suddenly felt a hand caress his growing member as he moaned out and leaned back. Rudolph pushed back the chair away from the table. He opened the robe to see Oliver's massive erection throbbing, dripping pre into a puddle on the lip of the seat. Rudolph knelt down on his knees and inhaled slowly, taking in Oliver's scent and driving his own erection. Rudolph gripped the base of Oliver's now fully hard member, causing him to gasp and moan out.
Oliver almost climaxed from the firm grip and said, "Rud-Ru-Rudolph, I'm so close."
"Damn! You really are pent-up. Welp, you can cross Virgin off your list. Don't worry if you cum early. We have time," Rudolph said as he slowly licked the underside of Oliver's balls, trailing a path to his tip.
Oliver could not hold it anymore. He cried out his climax as a jet of cum splattered across Rudolph's face before he took the entire member into his maw. Oliver squirmed as Rudolph milked his oversensitive member for every last drop of cum.
"Damn, you taste good," Rudolph said after he took Oliver's member out of his maw.
Oliver blushed and said, "Thank you. Though I would love to taste you."
Rudolph smiled as he stood, shedding the turtleneck and pants. Oliver stared transfixed at the gloriously built body in front of him. Rudolph was chiseled like a god with almost no fat on him. His member was the most massive Oliver had ever seen, standing hard outside its sheath by at least a foot. The girth was almost as enormous, but Oliver could not tell.
Oliver knelt on his knees and smelled the pungent musk of this Reindeer, making him grow hard again. "Your member is beautiful."
"So is yours. Take your time and explore," Rudolph said as Oliver nodded.
Oliver fondled Rudolph's heavy balls, causing him to moan with pleasure before moving his hands to the Reindeer's member. Pre leaked out of the tip, causing Oliver to lick it, tasting pre for the first time. It was not bad. A little salty but savory at the same time. Rudolph moaned from that lick, and Oliver thought, "Maybe I'm not the only one who's been pent up for many years."
Oliver took the plunge and took Rudolph's whole member into his maw, causing Rudolph to moan out loud. The taste was incredible. Oliver savored this Reindeer's musky flavor and loved the saltiness mixed with sweet.
"By the gods, you are a quick learner," Rudolph said as he leaned his head back. "I'm getting pretty close, Oliver. It might be a lot."
Only a few seconds later, Oliver felt Rudolph shudder and his maw flood with hot, sticky reindeer seed. Indeed, Rudolph had not lied about the amount of cum. But the taste was superb. It tasted salty, sweet, and male. It drove his senses insane as Oliver climaxed again from rubbing himself.
Rudolph shuddered as Oliver milked his cocked for every last drop before letting it go. "That was excellent for your first time."
Suddenly, there was a loud buzz from the laundry room. "Oh, that would be your close. How about we take a shower and see about getting you some fresh clothing."
"I love that idea," Oliver said.
Oliver stood as he and Rudolph put their arms around their waists and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.