A Very Yiffy Christmas
Warning: The events that take place are for the eyes of those eighteen-years or older only.
Again, if you are not eighteen, either leave or don't get caught.
It was the final hour of Christmas Eve, and a horrible blizzard had blown in. The snow and wind whipped and rattled the windows of a small orphanage. The minutes remaining until it was officially Christmas seemed to last for hours for one little boy. His name was Timmy and he was an orphan. His parents had died when he was only three years old. Timmy was then given to an orphanage out in the middle of nowhere, full of strict nuns and other lonely children. Timmy had a few friends, though none seemed to make him feel like he had a family. Sure they were nice, but he just felt useless.
See, Timmy is now eleven years old and no parent has adopted him. There were a few who would glance his way, but then turn their attention to some little girl or boy. Others wouldn't even look at him and some made cruel remarks to him. The main flaw they saw in Timmy was the fact he never worked in the kitchens or helped take out the trash. This was an unfair comment, since those jobs were usually snatched up by the more zealous children. None the less, their words made Timmy fell worthless, and now all he wanted for Christmas was to be of help to someone.
As the clock finally struck twelve, Timmy heard a small sound which grew and grew. The sound was like that of tiny little bell clanging together, almost like...Sleigh Bells! Timmy could hear the bells coming closer and closer until he heard a man's voice shouting through the snow storm that blanketed the small orphanage.
"Ho, ho, ho! On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, on Blitzen!" There was a soft tapping sound coming from the roof, like the clip-clopping of reindeer hooves, followed by a dull thud that could only come from a sleigh carrying a jolly old man and his sack full of presents! Timmy jumped out of bed and ran out of the dormitory door, not caring if the nuns heard his clamor.
As he ran down the stairs and into the small living room where the large Christmas tree stood, Timmy was greeted by the sight of jolly, old Saint Nick placing presents around the tree and stuffing stockings with candy, all the while enjoying the milk and cookies the children had left for him. Timmy stood in the doorway for minutes until he found the fortitude to approach him. As he advanced, the jolly, old man turned around with a small smile on his lips. Santa looked exactly like the pictures in story books, a plump old man with a beard as white as snow wearing a red suit with small little tuffs of white fluff located here and there. Timmy had once almost completely disbelieved in Santa Claus once, but now his hopes had come true.
"Well hello there, little Timothy!" boomed the great red saint. Timmy was shocked, "Y-you know my name?!" Santa chuckled at his timidity. "Why, of course I do. When you make a list and check it twice to see who has been naughty or nice it's difficult not to remember who you are and what you want." Santa's abundant jolliness made Timmy smile a little. Santa's face then filled with confusion, "The strangest thing, however, I have not been able to figure out what you want this Christmas Day." Timmy looked at the floor and shuffled his bare feet. "Well, all I want for Christmas is to have a family and be of some help." Santa walked over to the young boy and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. "I know what those naughty adults have said about you, and no amount of coal that I could put in their stockings could ever take the sting out of their words. I want you to know that you are not worthless, no matter what anyone else says. In fact" beamed Santa, "I just thought of the greatest gift I could ever give to you." And with that Santa reached into his sack and pulled out a king-sized bed.
Timmy was amazed that something so big could fit into something so small and could be carried by one man and eight reindeer. The bed had no bed posts at the corners, but had a plethora of red and green pillows on top of the white, silky sheets. As amazing as this was, Timmy had no idea what Santa had in store for him.
"Wow...this is really nice, but I don't understand how-," Timmy started until Santa raised his hand and cut him off. "Well, this sort of thing is not EXACTLY what Christmas is all about, but you're a good kid and I guess you deserve this. I'm in need of someone to look after my reindeer, since I'm busy making my list and checking it twice. I thought I could get the elves or Mrs. Claus to do it, but the elves are busy with making toys and Mrs. Claus has no idea how to do it. So, I decided to find one lonely little boy with a heart of gold to bring back to the North Pole to be my new stable boy."
Timmy couldn't believe his ears! Santa wanted to take him to the North Pole to live there and look after his Reindeer. "I-I don't know what to say...this is so amazing! I get to live with you and the elves?! I would love to go, but, what about the orphanage? Won't there be a panic over me if I'm missing?" Santa chuckled, "Not to worry, Timmy. The Sisters know full-well that I'm real and I will leave a note explaining everything."
Timmy was so happy his heart felt like it could burst out of his chest. "Now," said Santa, "before we go anywhere, I want to be sure the reindeer will accept you as their keeper." And with that, Santa whistled and down the chimney came four reindeer, all with large antlers decorated with the snow from outside and wearing red harnesses covered with silver bells.
"Timmy, I want you to meet Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and Comet." Each of the four reindeer bowed their heads as their name was called. "Though they have antlers, these four reindeer are all female. And, in order to become the new stable boy, they have to approve of you. Good luck!" Before Timmy could open his mouth to speak, Santa through a handful of mistletoe into the air, which exploded in a brilliant white light. When the light had dissipated, Timmy opened his eyes to find Santa was gone and the four reindeer in front of him had changed.
The four reindeer were no longer standing on four legs, but their hooves turned into hands and feet, and were now standing on two legs. Their faces became more humanistic, allowing them to stare at him with longing eyes and smile with their slightly altered mouths. But the two details Timmy noticed the most was their breasts and legs. All four of them had full supple tits with perfectly sculpted nipples upon them. Their rears curved to form ample butts and thighs, and, with their new upright positions, Timmy could see each of their crotches, all slightly wet.
Before Timmy could react, the four reindeer rushed over to him, picked him up, and placed him in the middle of the large bed. Once he was on his back, the reindeer hopped on and proceeded to undress him, nearly tearing his pajama tops and bottoms. When he was completely naked, Comet rolled on top of him, her head above his crotch and Timmy head between her muscular legs. The other reindeer, Prancer and Dancer, took their places on his left and right, their heads also hovering over his crotch, and Vixen lay down between his legs. Once in their positions, the reindeer began to nuzzle Timmy's small penis. Timmy gasped as he felt their fur rub allover his cock and balls. Their teasing was more than enough to get his small manhood standing erect and ready for action.
Each of the reindeer began to lick up and down his cock; Comet sucking on the head, Prancer and Dancer licking the sides, and Vixen slurping the belly and his balls. Timmy moaned loudly; never once had he felt someone else please him before. Their slimy tongues teased and tickled his cock to the point he thought he would come, but when Timmy looked up at Comet's dripping pussy; he decided to hold back as long as he could in order to ensure he returned the favor.
Timmy arched his head up with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and slowly licked over Comet's slit. The reindeer's juices tasted like peppermint, which motivated Timmy to get more and more as he lapped over the dripping cunt more and more roughly. Comet arched her back and moaned, surprised that this little boy could please her in such a way. Timmy then reached out with his hands until he found Prancer and Dancer's butts. He snaked his hands down their cracks until he found their dripping orifices and thrust his fingers inside them, wiggling and massaging their insides.
With Comet, Dancer, and Prancer moaning and arching their backs, Vixen took this opportunity to take the little cock out of her mouth and straddle the young boy. Vixen reached down and gently grabbed a hold of the boy's cock, guiding it to her aching pussy and rubbing over her slit. Timmy knew what she wanted and slowly pushed himself inside of her, the two moaning even louder than the other three reindeer. Timmy was filled with bliss; here he was licking Comet's pussy, fingering Dancer and Prancer, and now Vixen was bouncing up and down on his cock, slamming down onto his balls.
Timmy felt his orgasm approaching and intensified his treatment to the reindeer, lashing his tongue about wildly inside Comet's pussy, thrusting his fingers deep into Prancer and Dancer, and raising his hips to meet Vixen's with each bounce. All the reindeer moaned and their cunts tightened around his tongue, fingers, and cock as they came, spraying him with their minty juices. Timmy couldn't hold on any longer and shot his load deep inside Vixen, their juices mixing together. All five of them spread out on the bed for a short time to catch their breath before snuggling together and basking in the afterglow. As they lay their, Comet looked into Timmy's eyes and said, "Congratulations, Timmy." Timmy was shocked upon hearing Comet speak, but before he could say a word Prancer whispered, "You are now are new stable boy." "I know what you're thinking, Santa's going to be late, don't worry. Time slows down on the night before Christmas, giving Saint Nick all the time he needs, with many more hours to spare." muttered Dancer as she nuzzled his neck. Vixen then kissed him sweetly and whispered, "For now, rest. You'll need the energy for when we get back home."
So Timmy lay their on the enseamed bed with the four reindeer, sleeping peacefully knowing he has earned himself a new home, a new purpose, a soft bed, and four reindeer to warm it.
Just a story I started a week ago and rushed to finish on Christmas Eve. I hope all of you like it. Merry Christmas Happy Hanakha, and Happy New Year to you all!