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Twas the Night Before Christmas

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

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January, 2015

Blackfeather, so named because the Paint horse anthropomorphic stallion was a member of a proud and unbroken line of Native American Indian's, stretching back millennia - was proud of his heritage, and he still worshipped in the way of his ancestors, still paid homage to the seasons and still stayed true to the beliefs and cultural heritage of his past.

He stood six feet three inches on his iron shod hooves, his body a myriad of almost hypnotic patterns of brown and white - the predominant feature were his mismatched socks on his shins - one a pale brown, the other white - and the distinctive 'white blaze' from his forehead down to his pale nose and lips.

Although he clung to the past, he wasn't a creature of ingrained habits - he held a job for the past ten years in a reputable company, and what money he kept for himself, barely existing with enough to pay the bills and other essentials - the remainder he wired back to his tribal homelands - to help his impoverished kin. He was bound by honour and blood, and this meant the world to him.

His thoughts were snapped out of the past, by a loud and persistent knocking on the door. Rising from where he'd sat cross-legged before the fire, he clopped his way to the front door where he opened it, a chilling breeze from the winter flurries that moaned and raved up and down the street - driving fine specks of sleet before them - and he blinked then found himself handed a electronic pad.

"Mr. Blackfeather?" Asked a wolf, rugged up in a thick parka, and he placed his gloved paws under each armpit to keep them warm.

"Yes?" Blackfeather replied, his ears twitching back slightly.

"Please sign at the bottom of the pad sir," Answered the wolf, as he began to tremble as the breeze picked up. "Please hurry, its bitterly cold out here - "

Frowning, Blackfeather looked down at the pad, much of it meant little to him as he scanned it, noting it was co-signed by the Chieftain of his people.

"Of course - do you - " Blackfeather began, then felt a plastic stylus thrust into his hand.

Without a hesitation, his Chieftain's mark making Blackfeather sign without a moments thought, the Wolf took back the pad, then nodded and returned to the delivery truck which idled at the curb, its exhaust creating a grey stream of steam behind it.

"This is the place - " Come the faint voice over the wind. "Let's get this over with, and get back to base - this is the last delivery."

Frowning, Blackfeather shivered, then he watched as a heavily hooded and surcoat clad creature - standing about four feet at the shoulder, was lead by a lead rope to his front door, the wolf smiling, then handing the startled paint stallion the lead.

"Merry Christmas, sir - " Chuckled the wolf, before he and his companion hurried back to the truck and it drove off, the red tail lights glimmering before the growing storm intensified and blotted it out.

Blackfeather frowned again, growing more concerned, before he saw whatever was beneath the hood and surcoat was trembling in the cold - standing on slender legs - but beyond that, its identity was as mysterious as its unexpected delivery. He gently tugged on the lead, and it obediently followed - albeit slowly, the hood preventing it from seeing, and its hooves clicked lightly against the floor, whilst his thudded heavily as he closed the door behind them. Leading it into the lounge room, where a large fireplace lay, its lit fire crackling and popping from the heavy log he'd placed in there hours ago - he paused and it bumped into his rump, uttering a soft, frightened moan.

"Hey...its alright - " He whispered, as he knelt and fumbled at the three straps that held the hood closed, beneath its slender muzzle.

As he finally unbuckled the last one, he slid his fingers underneath the hood - then threw it back - and found himself entranced by the dark, soulful eyes of a Red Deer - its eyes were like pools of liquid chocolate - yet they fixated on him, before eyelids of a pale tan closed - the eyelashes incredibly long, as the creature imprinted its new owners face and vocal patterns on its mind.

"Who - " Blackfeather breathed, his nostrils flaring, as he inhaled the scent of the deer before him, and watched as it inhaled his in turn. Bemused, he gently cupped its head in his large paws, then pressed his nose to its one - and in one touching, gentle moment - 'shared breath' with the deer, who merely blinked at him. This was a common show of trust and respect amongst the equine kind, but the deer didn't seem to comprehend.

Fascinated, he began unclasping the thick buckle on the heavy blanket, before reaching beneath the deer, who turned its head to gaze at him, its look one of curiosity, as he fumbled with the cross-belt catches - at last unbuckling them. He placed one hand under the rear of the blanket, the other just at the base of the deer's neck and he whispered to it, fully not expecting it to understand.

"Move forward please - "

Obediently, it nodded and took four small steps, the cloven hooves muffled by the thick rug, and Blackfeather felt the heavy winter blanket fall from his nerveless fingers, as the deer was revealed to be a beautiful, slender Red Deer Doe. She shivered, a few fine hairs floating on the breeze, before she glanced back over her shoulder, a distinctly un-deer like smile creasing her lips, before she flicked her tail from side to side and stepped in a circle, before coming to rest facing him.

With a thoughtful look, it stretched out its long left leg, then laid its head and neck along the outstretched leg, the other bending at the knee so it was bowing to him. She held this pose, until Blackfeather explosively exhaled through his nostrils, then shook his head in confusion and bewilderment.

"No...no, please - dear, gentle creature of the wilds, you should never bow - now, please, stand up." He whispered, as he moved to help her, but without his assistance, she stood and gazed into his eyes with such a look of pure love and trust, before she tilted her head delicately to one side and uttered a soft, pleasing bleating and nuzzling at his neck.

"Friendly little Doe..." He laughed, nervously stroking her shoulder - expecting at any minute, she would shy away - but if anything - she seemed pleased by his touch and stood obediently, allowing him to grow more encouraged and continue his tender petting.

"Master - " She whispered, then swallowed and bowed her head in a unmistakable show of submission to him.

He fell backwards with a loud thump, eyes widening and nostrils flaring - as he realised he wasn't dreaming - she had spoken - and his mind whirled with the impossibility of it all.

"You're a - " He stammered, crawling backwards until his back struck the heavy sofa. "What manner of cruel joke is this - "

Tilting her head, a concerned look come over her muzzle and eyes, which frowned in confusion as she took a step closer, then stopped as he held up a negating paw, palm towards her.

"This is someone's idea of a joke!" Blackfeather snarled, as he climbed to his feet and gazed around his lounge room, fully expecting friends to charge in yelling surprise. "This isn't funny you guys - this isn't funny at all - "

"Master - may I speak openly?" Asked the Doe, as she flattened her ears, scenting his growing distress from his pheromones.

"You - you're a Doe...a..." He mumbled, before crumbling into the sofa which groaned under his weight.

"Yes, master." She answered simply, before thinking, then kneeling down and folding her long legs beside herself, showing the was submissive to the larger equine. "I - have no name, so I may not offer you one, but I was designed purposefully, by the Blackfeather Tribe - for your years of loyalty and sacrifice. I am a product of the Intel-pet Corporation, and I exist, only to serve and obey you - my master. Oh, if you would look inside the front pocket of the rug I was wearing, you will find a letter addressed to you."

Frowning, Blackfeather rose on trembling hooves, snagging the blanket and pulling it towards him. He turned it over, and sure enough, in a snug fitting pouch was a letter sealed in hand-made envelope, as he turned it over, he noticed the waxen seal with the symbol of a rearing stallion in black wax - the tribal markings of his tribe - and his hand trembled visibly.

Only one person could ever use the tribal mark - and Blackfeather dreaded to open the letter, for fear of what he would find contained within. Against his better judgement, he broke the waxen seal and opened the envelope - putting it aside as he held the hand-made papyrus paper, which had been folded over - the dark ink of the writing having run in several places. Trembling like a colt, he timidly unfolded the letter and began reading....

Blackfeather, it has been twenty two years, since you left the tribe - and I banished you for your crimes; I know now, in hindsight, as I lay on my deathbed, I was wrong - wrong about everything - as the Tribal Shaman told me when you were born. He told me, that storm-ridden night, you were meant for more than a life here in your ancestral home - I did not believe him - may the Great Stallion give him rest - and now, as I reach the end of my own run across the fields, and prepare to enter into the endless plains - I ask only for your forgiveness, for this Stallion was wrong - wrong to unjustly banish you - wrong for ordering the Mare's death - wrong for many, many things - the Shaman told me of one's like you - who the Great Stallion blessed in ways foreign to us - ones who were chosen by he who holds dominion over the endless plains.

I was wrong - I know I've said it before, I'll say it again - it still does not undo that which I done to you - for that - I take full responsibility and whatever punishment the Great Stallion shall bestow upon me for my arrogance - I will accept without question. You were one of the shadow-hooves - I know that now - but at the time, I was afraid - afraid and as such - I lashed out in anger and my own self-righteous beliefs that I knew what was best for our herd...

I was wrong...

Now, In my last hours, I scribe you this letter, knowing I will never get the chance to give it to you in person - my time has come, but I wish to make what peace I may - and offer you my paw - come back to us, your sin was not yours - it was mine, brought on by my arrogance - and it is I who shall walk the last walk into the darkness - for I fear the Great Stallion shall not favour me with entrance to the Endless Plains - I deserve a fate worse than this - I am sure - because I was mortal, and dared to challenge the Great Stallion's wishes for you...forgive me, my son...

It was signed with the chieftain's own mark - a mark only he could have made, and as Blackfeather put down the letter, he felt years of pent up anger and grief welling up within him. He rose, his body shaking as the conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm him - until he felt the Doe's gentle brush against his left hip, and he looked down at her - and all feelings except love drained from him - just because of the look of innocence and trust her gaze bestowed.

"You are sad, master - " she whispered, nuzzling his hip again. "What can I do to help?"

He knelt down, then held his paws out, and she stepped into his outstretched arms, placing her head over his right shoulder, and he hugged her tightly, until she trembled and gasped - he quickly relaxed the tight grip and continued hugging her, as she shivered and began nuzzling at his neck, not knowing what else to do to make her master happy. Unashamedly, he wept, holding the Doe close, as she continued to lick and nuzzle him, the fireplace crackling and spitting - oblivious to the crying young stallion - and the innocent, naive young doe who comforted him...

Blackfeather awoke the next morning, as was his custom, when the first rays of the morning sun peeked above the distant, mist shrouded mountains - and as was also his custom, he was as naked as the stormy night he'd been foaled. He frowned, then felt the distinct warmth of another living body - and twisted his head over to see the Doe laying with her back to his, her head resting on her right foreleg and the other legs comfortably semi-folded. As he moved, she snorted and her eyelids fluttered open, before she began to crawl off his bed - a hand on her slender hip made her freeze.

"No...please - you don't have to get off the bed," Blackfeather whispered, as he rolled over, then gently slid a paw between her front legs and cuddled her close. Confusion fought with instinct for the barest moment in her mind, before her conditioning kicked in and she relaxed, wriggling herself even closer against him.

"Does this please you master?" Whispered the Doe.

"Mmmm..." he mumbled, as he nuzzled between her ears with his broad nose. "Very much so little one. It - it has been many many winters, since I shared my bed with anyone - I had almost forgotten what it was like and..."

With a startled gasp, the Doe blinked and twitched, before Blackfeather moaned and he rolled swiftly away, coming to a rest with his hooves on the floor and head clutched in his pale white paws, ears flattened.

"I'm so sorry - I - " he began.

Shivering, the Doe crawled off his bed, then walked around and placed her head on his right knee, looking only briefly at the velvety sheath, then up at him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears as she felt shame and guilt washing over her.

"Master - " She whispered. "It wasn't your fault - "

"You're a - a beautiful, young and attractive Doe - I - I'm not a colt any-more, I shouldn't react like that when I have a young female innocently laying against me."

With a soft snort that ruffled the fine hairs on his well muscled lower belly, the Doe stepped backwards then moved between his knees, and she gazed up at him with such a look of love and trust, it would have melted the coldest glacier.

"Master, may I..." She breathed softly, eyes swimming with tears, as she felt his pain - almost like an empathic link - and felt the overriding commands in her mind, telling her to make him happy - in whatever way he wished, for such was the only way she could stop the painful repercussions as they began to singe the nerve endings along her spinal column from head to tail.

"What...what do you - " His eyes widened, as she took a timid step closer, lowering her gaze - then she closed her eyes and her long supple tongue flickered over the dark, velvety sheath.

"No...stop - you - you don't have - " he moaned, as the pleasure flashed up his spine like a strike of lightning.

"I do, master - I am compelled to make you happy - " Whispered the Doe, as she closed her eyes again and resumed her supple licking.

Without words, he sat frozen - fear coupled with the unimagined pleasure of this enigmatic young Doe's tongue - before he gasped as she nuzzled against the sheath and timidly pressed her muzzle inwards, sliding the sheath slightly up her muzzle and she began to lick at the sensitive penis hidden within, her tail slowly beginning to flag as she sensed his pleasure - which aroused her own with equal intensity.

"Oh - Great Stallion save me - " Blackfeather gurgled, his head tilting back, before he collapsed backwards onto his bed, strong, powerful white furred paws clutching at the sheets as he began writhing helplessly.

Flicking her ears, the Doe didn't comprehend to whom her master referred, she merely concentrated her whole attention on what she was doing - and slowly - she began to coax the slender prize out of the dark folds. At first only the slightly flared head appeared - and she licked over and around it - tongue bathing it until it was slick with her saliva, then she nuzzled at the sheath and was rewarded with another few inches - to which she turned her attentions once more.

"Dear Great Stallion - thank you for this blessing of one of the forest's children - " Blackfeather gasped, each word punctuated with a snort through flaring nostrils.

"Master?" Inquired the Doe, as she lifted her head, then looked at him.

His only reply, was to lovingly caress her ears, then his hand flopped back onto the bed and he moaned helplessly. She obediently nodded twice, once again lowering her muzzle and coaxing even more of his rapidly firming length - and when he lipped delicately at the medial ring - he whinnied and bucked - causing the Doe's head to snap backwards like a whip, as the erection he had been fighting seized him and it swiftly achieved its full length. Startled, the Doe blinked, looking at the seven and half inch long penis before her muzzle - at least four and a half to the medial ring, the remaining length ending at the thick leathery sheath.

"No...not...not here, not...now..." Blackfeather grunted, as he gripped the sheets, then sat up, his penis slapping against his muscular belly and he shuddered.

"Master - you - " began the Doe, as she glanced at the thick, strong length and then up at him. "I forgot to mention, I am - fully conversant in the sexual arts - those who made me ensured I was given the deep conditioning, so I could serve my master in anything - including sexual gratification - "

"I..." Blackfeather stood, his legs distinctly shaky, before he cautiously walked past the doe, his erection half its former size, but still appreciatively aroused.

"If it pleases you master - if you wished, I could - breed myself with you, I am fully capable of doing such, without harm - I know a myriad of sexual positions and ways to make my master happy - for doing such brings me happiness as well - and you are - if I may - "

Blackfeather snorted, then whickered a weak laugh. "My, dear, sweet Doe - you - how can this be so? A beautiful, gentle creature of the forest such as you - "

"You forget master," replied the Doe, as she walked over and nuzzled his hip. "I am a product of the Inteli-Pet Corporation - I have been - imprinted - to please my owner - that owner - is you. You are in distress master, and it causes me pain, to see you in such - if I can alleviate this, then it in turn, will please me...and I would like nothing more, than to please you master."

Shaking his head, Blackfeather left the bedroom, but the persistent Doe followed, then nuzzled him against the back.

"You've trained to mount me like a Stag?" Blackfeather laughed softly, then sprawled on his back on the thick rug, his fingers lightly stroking over his semi-errect length.

"if...master wished it of me - and - " She looked around, then shivered. "There are no devises I can see master, than would assist in me performing as a Stag..."

He stared at her, mind reeling at her complete lack of self-effacement, for she answered truthfully and without the slightest trace of shame or guilt - in her voice, was nothing but love and trust - and he swallowed, before a deep shiver ran through him.

"Can you open drawers and cupboards?" He asked experimentally.

"If they have handles my teeth can grasp, yes master." Answered the Doe respectfully.

Blackfeather sighed - torn between his disbelief - and the fantasy that his mind showed him in such arousing images.

"In my bedroom - the one you slept in - second drawer - you will find a leather bag - like a satchel. Please bring that here, then in the opposite drawer, is a - " Blackfeather paused, before a flush creeped up his muzzle, staining his pale nose a light pink. "There is a squeeze bottle - about two inches wide and five long - can you carry that?"

Thinking for a moment, the Doe frowned in deep concentration, before she nodded and obediently trotted off, returning ten minutes later with the satchel strap slung around her neck and the bottle clenched tightly in her teeth, a distinctly unhappy look on her muzzle. He took the bottle from her, then glanced at her, before trailing a fingertip lightly along her chin and looking at the pale, sticky liquid.

"It...squirted in my muzzle, when I bit down on it Master - I - please don't be angry with me!"

He laughed delicately, rubbing at her sticky chin and lips, before rubbing the lube into the rug.

"My apologies, I did not tell you how to pick it up - I hope - it wasn't too bad for you...I've - I've never tasted it..."

With a cough, the Doe politely excused herself, returning shortly after having taken a dozen deep drinks of water, her muzzle still wet - but at least she'd washed the worst of the taste out. Obediently, without being bid, she knelt, folding her long legs beneath her, and waited patiently for Blackfeather to give her an order. He smiled, taking the satchel and unclasping the golden catch - pulling out a red, narrow leather halter, six golden bells over the top where it would sit on a small horses muzzle, just above the nose. Another halter like device was pulled from the satchel and untangled, and she frowned at it, before he stood and gestured for her to stand.

Without thought of disobedience, she climbed to her slender legs, bracing her hooves, then stood as he smiled and affixed the first halter over her head, adjusting the straps so it was tight, but not confining, the second went around her chest, just behind her front legs and over her shoulders, the other strapping passing around and through a thicker pad like chest plate and back up the other side, buckling onto the back of her neck. Once again, he adjusted the straps so they barely pressed down on her, and he looked critically at his handiwork.

"You look beautiful - " he whispered, before laying himself back down, placing several thick cushions beneath his upper back and neck, three beneath his head so he was in a semi-reclining position.

Shaking her head, the bells on the bridge of her muzzle jangling musically, she frowned in consternation, then gazed down at him, before he smiled and began panting - the quickness of his breathing made her fearful for a moment, until she inhaled the unmistakable pheromones and glanced slightly over her shoulder - watching as he squeezed the tube and a copious amount of the horrible liquid sputtered onto his hands, which he then began rubbing slowly up and down his firming length.

"Master - may I ask what that is?" She inquired, flattening her ears and muzzle wrinkling slightly, not liking the scent.

"Its a - it will make what we're going to do - easier my dear, sweet Doe - I'm - well - I'm not a stag - as you can assume..."

Nodding, she smiled and nuzzled his chin thoughtfully, as he smiled and quickly rubbed his sticky paws against the rug.

"Now...can you..can you sit, with your hind legs forwards, and front legs supporting your weight? Is that possible for you? I - I don't even know if we can..." Blackfeather asked of her, as she rose and thought for a moment, her ears flicking too and fro.

It took her five minutes of awkward movement, and Blackfeather helped, pulling her forelegs forwards to an almost 45 degree angle and sliding his paws up her shins, until she locked her knees, the hind legs curved forwards, the tendons stretching uncomfortably, but not painfully, and he adjusted her back legs so they were as splayed as far apart as he could get them, without hurting her.

"Like...this, master?" asked the Doe, as she seemed to be sitting on her rump, body quivering with the unnatural position.

"Perfect my love - perfect - now - stand up...and stand over me - squat slightly - and hold the position until I tell you...that's it, easy now girl - "

With a few struggles, and his strong, muscular paws and arms to help manoeuvre her, he soon her had in position - and wriggled himself forwards slightly, before she moaned and felt the sticky head of his penis slipped under her belly, sliding over the four teats and then up behind her and brushing against the underside of her tail. Without thinking of it, she snapped her tail upright, and Blackfeather shivered, biting his lower lip.

"Now - gently, love...gently..." he instructed her, as he placed his paws on her hips and lightly pulled her hind legs forwards.

Tilting her head back, she gasped as his penile head pressed against her tight, labial folds - then began to part them.

"Oh Great Stallion - " Blackfeather whinnied, as he gave a weak thrust and pushed the Doe's hips down - her shivering and complying with his wish.

"Master - " She gasped, her eyes widening as he slid a little deeper.

"Its alright my love - just - just breathe little Doe, just take deep, strong breaths - "

Blackfeather fought the urges that seared through him like a grass-fire - so hot the Doe's body was, the lube and her own secretions helping to slide him further in - the millennia of instincts urging him to drive himself to the base and begin wildly thrusting like a feral Stallion - tail flagging in time with his piston like thrusts - but he wanted their first lovemaking to be a slow, sensual and gentle thing. He felt her tense, then she started panting, her head dropping as she squeezed her eyes closed and pushed herself backwards - sliding him in until the medial ring was pushed inside her and she threw back her head and uttered a loud, piercing squeal - partly of pain - partly of pleasure and her slender tail snapped down and began flagging wildly against his penis and sheath.

"Oh...no...don't - oh please don't do - " Blackfeather whinnied, as he shivered and instinctively pulled her down - as she squealed again and he felt the black, leather sheath pressed against her pale cream rump.

"Master - it...it..." She wept, a single drool of spittle oozing from the corner of her muzzle and dripping onto his chest, before she shuddered from ears to hooves and pushed herself up with her front legs - adjusting herself and straightening her spine - finding the uncomfortable pain eased to a much more easier position for their lovemaking.

"Oh my dear, sweet Doe..." Blackfeather gurgled helplessly, lost in the pleasures, as his hold on her upper thighs tightened.

"Master - " Whispered the Doe, as she leaned forwards slightly, then gazed into his eyes.

"Anything my love - anything - " Blackfeather grunted, as he began a careful rocking against her, sliding her forwards then back again, his teeth grinding loudly as he fought the urges to wildly thrust.

"Do you know what today is?" She murmured, before shivering convulsively and standing back up with her front legs, easing the burning ache in her groin and flagging her tail faster and faster against his sheath, giving the occasional forward movement as he pulled back - then moving back as he slid back in again - never once pulling far enough for the medial ring to slide out.

"It..." Blackfeather grunted, then slid his paws further around her hips, so he could splay his fingers and begin lifting the doe up, she willingly relaxing and letting him pull her up so he was barely inside her, then sliding her back down.

"Oh Master!" Squealed the Doe, tilting her head back and muzzle falling open, the saliva glands in her muzzle beginning to work overtime, the excess drooling from the corner of her slack lips.

"Its..." Blackfeather grunted, as he felt the Doe's willing groin smack against his sheath with a satisfying slap.

"Happy...Christmas, Master - " Gurgled the Doe, as he began squeezing with her vaginal walls along his length.

"Happy Christmas, to you too my dear, sweet Doe...one thing - " Blackfeather lifted her up again, letting her catch her breath, before he more enthusiastically pulled her back, feeling the Doe grunt and flag her tail faster. "I forgot - to tell you...that - liquid you accidentally swallowed some of? One of its properties - other than a warming agent - "

Blinking, the Doe shuddered and felt her body responding with more pleasure than pain, before she gasped and felt her hips slapped against her paint stallions groin.

"Is...it suppresses the male's orgasm - I hope you're comfortable my dear - sweet Doe - because we'll be making love - for the next three hours at least..."

Her eyes snapped open, and she lowered her head to stare down at him, before a unmistakable smile spread across her muzzle and her tail began truly flagging - beating like a fan against his sheath.

"I just...oh...oh Great Stallion preserve me..." Blackfeather shrieked, as he squeezed the doe tight, feeling her whole body convulse as the first orgasm seared down her spine, making her muscles contract in wild spasms.

"It doesn't..." She panted, muzzle hanging loosely, drool dripping from her lips, as she smiled weakly and shivered. "Seem to work on the Does..."

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