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Disclaimer: This is a smutty fanfiction based on the movie "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer the Movie" (redundant, huh?) and features no original characters. It takes place halfway through the movie, with the setting starting off at 35 minutes in. I -highly- recommend you watch the movie before reading!

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This story features adult content and has elements of humiliation play and nonconsensual sex.

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"You're disqualified for illegal use of the glowing red nose!"

Those words bounced through Rudolph's mind again and again, the seething judgment causing his pain to ache. The reindeer's head swam with a plethora of emotions: rage, guilt, disappointment, regret; unable to stop on one feeling before rushing into the next. His soft chocolate brown eyes watered and stung as they focused on the bulbous red nostrils at the end of his snout. The smirk on that referee elf's face made his blood boil, but those words hurt so much more.

"That nose of his... was an accident!"

Those words slipped right from his father's mouth in a futile attempt by the older buck to overturn his son's disqualification. Sure, maybe Blitzen had been trying to help, and sure, he'd not known that Rudolph was hidden out of sight, tucked in a tunnel that led to the snowy track, but that didn't stop the sting from hurting any less. Not even two hours prior, while the sun still hovered over the icy horizon of the North Pole, Rudolph's heart swelled with excitement, pride and determination. Now, just like the last embers fading from the spent logs in the fireplace of the family stables, his hope that he'd ever be accepted dimmed to gray ash.

One by one, he packed his most cherished possessions into a olive green saddlebag. The first, a wooden frame housing a portrait of his family. His father, Blitzen, stood proud and tall, with a brilliant arrangement of antlers. His eyes were marked by dark circles, indicative of his age, but his strong and stocky physique denied all other hints that the reindeer was getting older. A lightning bolt-shaped pattern marked his muzzle; clearly, fate had chosen Blitzen to be a Flyer.

Standing across from him, only a few inches shorter, was Mitzi, Rudolph's mother. The doe's crystal blue eyes sparkled vividly, even in the photograph. Her body was svelte and feminine, and her expression soft and gentle. Brown and cream fur covered her body, several shades lighter than that of her husband.

Tears splashed on the portrait, landing on the fawn in the middle between the two reindeer, and a pale red light slowly illuminated the room. He'd been a lot younger back then, though little had changed between then and now. Rudolph still had that cream tuft of hair growing between his ears, and his fur had maintained that slightly rustic shade that set him apart from his peers. He'd grown larger, yes, though Blitzen still dwarfed him in size, and his first antlers had started to come in. But there, right in the center of the photograph, was his biggest identifier, the plague that segregated him from the rest of his kind, and from society as a whole. Still, Rudolph slid the frame into the bag, the glow from his nose fading away.

Next followed a flowing red scarf, a memento given to him by his biggest role model, and indeed, the leader and father figure of the entirety of the North Pole. How he'd managed to avoid Santa's scorn that day, years ago, he'd never know. Rudolph had buried his nose in a snowdrift, determined to stay there forever, but Santa had coaxed him out and comforted him. Did he believe Santa's speech about being part of a large family? He wanted to, desperately, but while good 'ol St. Nick might say that, he was but one man, and the rest of the North Pole refused him. Rudolph tucked the scarf away.

A soft Teddy Bear followed, its fur matted with age, but its otherwise great condition proved it was well cared for. The bear spoke of kinder times, before he'd become aware of just how different he was from everyone else. What he wouldn't give to go back to those days.

The final token to be packed away was a golden heart-shaped amulet with a reddish brown strap. Rudolph wiped his eyes as he tucked away the 'good luck' charm that his best friend Zoey had given him. She'd been his confidant, his sole ally amongst a sea of hostile peers. The times they'd spent together, short as they'd been, were permanently ingrained in Rudolph's memory. His heart fluttered whenever he thought of her, but though he'd once thought it love, it didn't feel like that. Forever grateful to Zoey, Rudolph nevertheless, only felt the bond of kinship towards her.

The same couldn't be said of her buckfriend, Arrow. A confused rush of emotions tore at Rudolph again. He latched the saddlebag shut and slung it up and over his head The flaps caught the air and expanded, draping over his back. Giving his home, the stable he'd lived in from the moment of his birth, a final glance, he pushed past the heavy wooden door and stepped out into the crisp evening air, leaving his home, and Arrow, behind.

Yet, as his hooves crunched on the freshly packed snow, thoughts of Arrow refused to stay behind, chasing after him with the same persistence that the buck showed in tormenting him. "Why?" Rudolph asked no one in particular. The streets of Christmas Town were empty; all the elves and reindeer were still at the Junior Reindeer games. Nothing could stop his plan to vanish without a trace. He wasn't wanted, as Arrow was often keen to remind him. No one would care. "Why do you always have to be so mean?"

From the day they met, back when they were just fawns, Arrow's vitriol towards Rudolph flowed unending. Constant jokes and terrible names, including Arrow's favorite moniker "Rudy the Red-Nosed Reject", bludgeoned the dejected deer even in the absence of the instigators. Even now, Rudolph could hear their raucous laughter at his expense. As he turned a corner and crossed those last few blocks towards the end of the town, he trembled, not from the frigid temperatures or his own nervousness, but from overwhelming frustration and regret. A solitary path led up a steep hill towards the Evergreen Forest. Shadows cast from the tall, imposing trees flickered as the pale red glow from Rudolph's nose flickered with remorse. How could such a handsome deer be so mean?

The futile fantasy played through Rudolph's head once again. Had he been born with a normal nose, would he have been able to get on Arrow's good side? Would they have become friends, maybe? Maybe they could've been best friends, constantly pushing each other towards success, and maybe, just maybe... they could have....

"Hey, Rudy!"

The reindeer halted and looked around in confusion. He'd just reached the apex of the hill leading to the Evergreen Woods. There shouldn't have been anyone around. "Huh?" he stammered, turning around quickly. "Who's there? I... I don't want any trouble!"

Trotting proudly, another reindeer stepped out from behind a snowbank, a green laurel hanging over his shoulders. Sharing Rudolph's coloration, the newcomer stood a fair bit taller. His dark eyes narrowed at Rudolph, and his muzzle turned in an upwards grin. "Well, if it isn't Rudy the Red-Nosed Reject!"

"Arrow..." Rudolph grumbled, lowering his head crestfallenly. "Gosh... shouldn't you be at the Games?"

"Those other deer weren't any competition for me," the buck said, strolling closer to Rudolph, who stepped backwards in response, "so I decided to go for a little stroll. I'm so high in points, I don't even have to participate in the rest of the Games, and I'll still get the gold!" Arrow closed the distance between the two deers faster than Rudolph could retreat, and the red-nosed reindeer found himself staring up at the larger buck. "So, you look like you're goin' somewhere, huh?"

"It's none of your business!" Rudolph snarled, but his legs quivered. Arrow's musk wafted through his nostrils, and Rudolph found himself growing warm and flustered. His mind started to drift for a moment before he shook his head. "Why don't you just leave me alone?!" Rudolph started to turn away, but a sudden blow caught him right behind the shoulder. His hooves slipped on the slick ground, and he fell, sprawled out in the snow. He looked up at Arrow with shock, his nose flashing with an angry glow. "W-What was that for?!"

"Because of you, I lost my doefriend!" Arrow growled, hoofing the ground and kicking up a cloud of snowdust. "That bitch called me shallow! I'll show her shallow!"

"Zoey... left you?" A well of misplaced hope sprung up in Rudolph's chest. He pushed himself up, shaking the snow off him. He caught the sight of his fallen saddlebag out of the corner of his eye, but it'd have to remain there, buried in the snow.

"I see your eyes twinkling! You stay away from my doe! You stole her pendant! Where is it? Give it to me!"

"I already told you, I didn't steal it!" Rudolph protested, stamping his hooves. "Zoey gave it to me for luck!"

"Some luck," Arrow retorted.

Injured, Rudolph continued anyways. "She's my best friend, and you don't own her! She can do whatever she wants!"

"What, like be with you?" Arrow started advancing again.

Rudolph reared back, intimidated. "N-no, Zoey's my friend!"

The larger deer narrowed the gap between them dangerously, until he froze suddenly. The cogs of Arrow's mind whirled for a good five seconds before the deer flash a grin so devious, Rudolph started quivering again. "You're a faggot!" he announced.

"W-wha?" Rudolph stammered. The insult caught him like a right hook, and he felt himself stagger from the verbal blow. "I... I'm...."

"You are!" Arrow looked like he'd leap with glee. "Screw reject, you're Rudy the Red-Nosed Faggot!"

"Sh-shut up!" His cheeks burning, Rudolph lowered and turned his head, desperate to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Arrow's laughter echoed in the otherwise dead silent night, surrounded him. Calls of faggot filled him and made him shake until he could no longer stand. He sank into the snow, tears rolling down his eyes. "Why... why do you always gotta be so mean?" he whined, no longer caring how pathetic he looked. There was no way he could sink any lower than this. It just wasn't possible. "I didn't... I never... I never did anything bad to you... so why?"

"Awwr, lighten up, Rudy," Arrow snickered. The buck stepped forward and brushed the side of Rudolph's cheek with his hoof, brushing away the tears. The surprisingly gentle gesture caused Rudolph to lift his head, and he missed Arrow snapping his hoof, flinging the liquid away before it could soak into his fur. Instead, "I'm sure behind that beacon of a schnoz, you have a glowing personality! Tell you what, I'll cut you a deal. You do me a favor, and I'll forgive you for trying to blind me during the sleigh race."

"But that was..." Rudolph started to say, but he was silenced by a glare from Arrow. He swallowed, shakily pushing himself up to his knees before finally standing. Arrow's masculine scent spilled over him like a waterfall, washing his senses in an unending deluge of pheromones. Again he shivered, and not from the cold. Instead, an unfamiliar warmth rolled throughout the length of his body before consolidating in his cheeks, his chest and his loins. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, warily, though deep in the recesses of his mind flickered a glimmer of hope, though hope for what, he didn't know.

"That bitch never gave me what I wanted, so you're going to take her place." Arrow lifted his front leg, the closest to Rudolph, giving the more vulnerable deer a clear view of his future task.

"You... you want...." Rudolph's cheeks erupted. Sirens blared in his mind, screaming 'Warning, Warning' as incessantly as they could. His eyes focused on that spot right behind Arrow's belly, between the larger deer's hindlegs. There, nestled in that thick cream fur, was a prominent sheath, visible even under the shadow of Arrow's body. Faintly at first, Rudolph's nose began to glow, and once hidden details started to emerge.

Even in his unaroused state, Arrow's length dwarfed Rudolph's. The larger deer started forward, his powerful frame forcing Rudolph to bend his knees and sink into the snow when Arrow stepped over him. Now underneath his rival, Rudolph quivered, his eyes unfocused and cloudy. Arrow's sheath filled the full scope of his vision, and at this distance, Rudolph could taste the buck's musk hanging in the air. Arrow's warmth comforted him, relaxed him even though the air was chill enough that his breath curled up in a mist. "Well, go on!" Arrow demanded. "Quit stalling!"

You can't be serious... Rudolph thought, but even then, his heart raced quickly. Had the inclination come to him, he could have escaped. He could have thrust his antlers into Arrow's exposed and vulnerable belly, and then, when the larger deer was reeling in pain, he could have darted into the mountains. He could have capitalized on his surprise and secured dominance for himself.

Instead, tentatively, he drew out his tongue, lapping at the rim of flesh with all the confidence of a newborn fawn. The rich, savory flavor overwhelmed his tastebuds in an instant; combined with Arrow's musk, Rudolph's mind filled with haze. The thought of escape never managed to cross the thick walls of lust that grew almost as fast as his own shaft between his thighs. A slight whimper rose in his throat, a protest from the last vestiges of his pride as they fought desperately against the overwhelming tide of Arrow's pheromones. Beset from all senses by the waves of musk, Rudolph fell.

"Ah, fuck...lick that cock, you fucking faggot..." Arrow cooed, gyrating his hips in pleasure. His hooves splayed, and his eyes started to lose focus. "Damn... huff... work that tongue, cocksucker!" Arrow's dick slid from his shaft, coaxed out by the delicate guidance of Rudolph's tongue. Longer and more rigid it grew, until finally it stood positively ponderous, proudly hanging in the air, stretching a length greater than the back of Rudolph's head to the tip of his glowing red nose.

Inhaling that every prevalent masculine scent, Rudolph's eyes fluttered closed, his lust rapidly shutting down all but the most primal functions of his brain. Instinct guided him, directing him to draw his tongue along the underside of Arrow's exceptional cock. The pleased stamping of the reindeer above him encouraged the smaller deer to lavish that shaft with careful, thorough attention. He explored every inch with his slick tongue, massaging the flesh with his lips, kissing it at some points and grinding the side of his muzzle against it at others. He could feel a thin slime spilling on to him; Arrow's pre drained on him like a stream of nectar, sweet, fragrant and delicious. His hair matted, damp with the male's juices.

Shifting his head, Rudolph kissed the tip of Arrow's cock, taking his first direct taste of that silky treat. His lips oscillated around the head of the shaft, pursing and pinching and drawing out a steady groan of approval from Arrow. "Damn, you really are a good cocksucker," the buck churred. Arrow lifted one of his front hooves and pushed against Rudolph's back, urging the younger deer not to stall any longer. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, and Rudolph's glazed eyes squeezed shut. The deer tried his best not to gag as several inches of Arrow's cock forced its way into his muzzle until it pressed against the back of his throat.

"Mm....mmmphhphh?!" Rudolph tried to protest, muffled as the thick, throbbing meat pushed past his gullet. He clopped desperately at the ground but couldn't pull away; Arrow's hoof held him in place. The larger deer quickly started a rhythm, reaching a quick and steady pace after only a few thrusts. Against this assault, Rudolph was helpless, only able to brace himself and do his best not to gag.

What more, a furious heat now gathered in the lower deer's loins, and as Arrow's movements shook him, Rudolph's own cock grinded against the ground. Whimpering, Rudolph clenched his tailhole, desperately trying to stave off this new rush of sensations. Even his mind, lost in its instinctual fog, could barely register the overstimulation that threatened to consume him. Fighting against all odds, a single thought managed to cross his mind. If he didn't stop soon, he'd be lost forever.

"Fuck... ah, fuck... coulda had this, Zoey!" Arrow moaned, and Rudolph's eyes bolted open when that girth length started to pulsate. Twice it throbbed before a warm jet blasted him in the back of his throat before draining right into his belly. Rudolph gagged and twiced to pull away, but Arrow only pushed in further, until his cum splattered back out of Rudolph's muzzle and splashed against his cock. Only then did he relax his leg and pull out, letting Rudolph collapse on the floor, hacking and gasping, cum dripping from his muzzle. "That's the taste of a winner, bitch!" he said haughtily.

"Guh... augh..." Rudolph gasped. Arrow stepped off of him, and the smaller deer tried to stand, but he floundered, his legs weak and shaking. "G-Gosh... w-what's wrong... with me?" Again, Rudolph tried to stand, but he could only barely manage to lay on his chest, his back arched, his tuft of a tail and rump presented high in the air. His forelegs rested under him, the tip of his shaft just barely touching his ankles. Whenever he shifted, his legs rubbed against his cock, sending tremors that kept him perpetually off balance. Unable to move, Rudolph began to whimper, his hips shifting and quivering.

His presentation did not go unnoticed, and Arrow found himself stalking around, looking the fallen deer over. His eye lit up with delight. "Hah! It's not just your nose!" he barked triumphantly, as if this one discovery would change the course of history. "Rudy the Red-Dicked Faggot! This is too rich! I can't believe your dick glows just like your nose!"

Rudolph's nose exploded with a shine almost as brilliant as the blush on his cheeks, and from the horrible heat in his loins, he could only imagine that his cock were shining just as brightly. "You... you can't tell, Arrow!" he pleaded, even as he writhed on the ground. How could he feel so humiliated and still be so turned on? It wasn't fair! It'd only make everything worse!

"Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, I don't think you're really in a position to be giving the orders. In fact...." Rudolph lifted his head to see Arrow looking down at him. The deer had mounted him, his legs locked over Rudolph's hips. Rudolph shook his head fearfully, but his words failed to come. "I think you're just begging me to fuck you!"

"I... I'm not...aaugh!" Rudolph stammered, but again his words were stolen, this time as Arrow's dripping wet shaft started to grind right between his cheeks. The larger buck's cum soaked Rudolph's rump, and every time the deer tried to protest, only gasps and moans came out instead. "P-Please.... d-...."

"Do? Ha, slut!" Arrow said with glee, positioning the tip of his cock against the pinked flesh of Rudolph's ass. "Just cause you asked nicely... I'm gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime!" Arrow tightened his grip, holding Rudolph's hips tightly and pushed forward with all the gentleness of a mountain yeti.

"Guh! Nyahh!" Rudolph cried, clenching his hooves. Despite Arrow's shaft having already been slick from the gratuitous about of cum that drenched it, the buck's girth tore into Rudolph's virgin rear. The smaller deer's ring, never before stretched, found itself straining against the sheer volume of Arrow's cock. "Nugh....guhaah!"

"Fuck, you're a tight, bitch," Arrow panted. Even with all his effort, his thrust had only managed to sink the first inch of his head into Rudolph's ass, with an entire foot left to go. Still, he did not go easy on the poor deer, and with a huff of determination, Arrow slammed forward again. Rudolph's screams ignited a carnal pleasure in him. He'd made the boy cry before, but never had it felt this good! His dick delighted at the tight flesh squeezing around it, each inch coaxing out a tiny squirt of seminal liquid that made the inward passage only marginally less difficult. After a minute of solid pounding, Arrow'd managed to get half of his length into the other reindeer.

Rudolph quivered, his eyes blurry with tears. Between the cold, the searing pain in his ass, and his own raging lust, his mind felt stretched to the limit, wrenched from feelings of rage, humiliation and even glee. He'd wanted this, the frost queen on his shoulder said. He was every bit the slut, the faggot, just like Arrow said. He deserved this; no, he deserved even less than this. He was getting fucked by a true winner, a noble Flyer. The laurel around his neck proved as much. Santa would notice Arrow for his strength; that very strength that had forced Rudolph to his knees. The deer's ass squeezed around Arrow's shaft, and he cried out again. His ankles were damp from the pre that leaked from his own glowing cock.

With a final groan, Arrow sank deep into Rudolph's bowels, his hips resting against the lower deer's rump. He caught his breath, panting and letting Rudolph carry the burden of his weight. The poor deer whimpered as he sank into the snow, his ass delightfully full. "Fuck, Rudy, I've got to say," Arrow said smugly, "I don't think Zoey's cunt would've been this good! I should've made you my little doeboy!"

Glowering, Rudolph grimaced, his head and chest half buried in the snow. His nose flashed angrily, but the moment he tried to speak, Arrow pulled out halfway, a schloping sound filling the otherwise quiet air. The larger deer slammed forward again, and Rudolph cried out. Arrow cock speared his prostate and proceeded to grind roughly against it, and Rudolph cringed and whimpered, a building pressure growing inside him. "D-Don't..." he managed, but Arrow only fucked him harder and faster in response. "I... I can't.... I'm.... ah-ahhh!!!"

Try as he did, Rudolph couldn't keep the pressure from bursting past his breaking point. His prostate tightened, as did his ass, which only focused more pressure on his most sensitive spot. His body couldn't take it. The first wave of orgasm merely teased the explosive volume of the second. Rudolph's glowing red cock erupted, painting the ground underneath him with his seed with such a force that grooves were cut into the snow. His orgasm rolled, spurred on and milked by each of Arrow's thrusts.

The larger buck's hips jackhammered into Rudolph's ass, faster and harder, until Arrow felt his body start to tire. His dick screamed for more, but his back started to ache. "Ha... hah... lucky bitch..." he grunted. His final few thrusts were his most ruthless. He drew himself back until only the head of his cock reminded in Rudolph's ass before burying himself in one swift brutal motion. Combined with the constant squeezing from the doeboy's ass, Arrow didn't last long, and on his final thrust, he sank himself as deep as he could go.

The rush of warmth Rudolph felt crashed upon him like waves against a rocky shore. As Arrow grinded his hips against his ass, the younger deer grimaced, biting back his tears of frustration and pain. He wanted to speak, to say something to defend himself, but whenever he opened his mouth, the taste of Arrow's cum flooded back to the front of his mind, as if to claim that he didn't have the right to speak. It wasn't until the larger deer pulled himself out that Rudolph could even manage to move. His body collapsed, falling over in a heap. He could feel warm cum seeping out of his tailhole and running down his cheek.

"Oh, man!" Arrow said, smirking at the fallen deer. "Haven't had a good fuck like that since... ever! Too bad that's gonna be it, huh?"

Rudolph lifted his head. The glow of his nose faded to dark. Arrow's unspoken threat loomed heavily over him. Even had he changed his mind, there was no going back home now. Not when Arrow had this kind of dirt on him. 'Rudy the Red-Nosed Reject' had been hard enough. 'Rudy the Red-Dicked Faggot', no, he couldn't handle that. He couldn't go back home, not ever. Rudolph averted his eyes and splayed his ears.

"Well, time to get back home and reap those rewards. I wonder how soon Santa'll ask me to join the Flyers! What do you think, Rudy? Oh, wait, guess you won't be around to find out!" Arrow grinned viciously and started to turn. "Well, catch ya later! Or maybe not! Ahahaha!"

Rudolph watched the buck prance off, a sullen defeated look across his muzzle. He waited until Arrow passed from his sight, then gathered his strength. His legs shook weakly, and he had to wait several minutes before he felt stable enough to walk. His saddlebag lay trampled in the snow, though when he hoisted it up, nothing felt damaged. Sliding the bag over his haunches, he gave Christmas Town one final glance. "I'm out here on my own..." Rudolph muttered, forcing himself to turn and face the truth. A chill wind kicked up a plume a snow, and Rudolph closed his eyes to the frozen expanse in front of him.

"To face the day... alone...."