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Zeke could barely see, much less feel, in the midst of the fogging snow. He was commanded to make haste for one among many houses in the white valley of Ormatholo, the home of the Whitehall twins, Rody and Rory. He would stay here until his Radar patrol was revitalized and activity sparked. The young reindeer primped up their house, keeping the hearth fire well-lit and the living-room decorated like it was the holiday season all over again. Once the untraceable transmission was sent to their phone system that Zeke would be hiding in their house, their hearts leaped with excitement and joy. They were both donning adorable Santa button-down tops, fur and all, slouchy Santa beanies, and baggy red uggs...and that was all, aside from the Christmas lights dangling around their necks and ringing bell-bracelets across their wrists. They were so, so, so ready for the chizzled ambassador to come to their doorstep, his black scarf grazing down his shimmering abdomen, his poppy-red eyes glaring them down like their cute noses themselves, and most of all, his giant package dangling inside his tight, belted cargos. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! There he was! The cuddling duo gasped with anticipation and leaped up from their cozy couch, as only a pair of happy deer could. They quickly wiped down each other's buttocks till they shined with a glazy, erotic aura. They raced to the door and held hands, their voices quaking as their hearts beat quickly through their chests. Rory opened the door, and there he was: the vulpine hero of grand mystique, his weary eyes gazing upward at the couple from behind his icicles of hair, his breath clouding the space between them through his nearly ineffective mask, his thin, muscular body shivering and failing under the weight of his tiresome persona. The two rushed to his aid and helped him inside. "Thank you..." Zeke said faintly, still breathing heavily. He deactivated his mask and unhooded himself. The two nearly vied to assist him in taking his overcoat off. "Here," said Rody, "we'll help you," and with that, Zeke's athletic thorax was fully revealed, after his scarf was removed as well...almost not consensually. "Oh my..." said Rory in a very effeminate manner, "so cold...perhaps we can warm you up. Poor fella." "Yes!" Rody agreed with spunk, "Here, come over by the fire. Sit down; you look famished!" Zeke was overwhelmed with gratitude at the twins' hospitality as he thanked them quietly, with as much effort as he could still put out. He grunted almost painfully as his tight buttocks hit the squishy pillows atop the couch. Rory sat at his left, closest to the fire, and Rody at his right, both of them caressing his well-fashioned biceps and pecks. "Oooh," Rory said softly, "such a harsh plummage of fur you have...so, so manly..." "Oh yes," his twin brother continued his thought, "so muscular. We're sorry; we're usually quite the gentlemen, but we just have to please you." Zeke assured them, "Oh, no. It's quite alright. I won't be rude. I'm a lot warmer now than I was a minute ago; I can say that." The two giggled cutely at his unintentionally humorous remark. Zeke felt an instant, awkward connection to them, and he was entertained by it. "Seriously, though," Rody broke the silence in a more honest fashion, "if you need anything, anything at all, just feel free to let us know." Zeke acknowledged his polite offer. "Wanna watch a movie?" Rody jumped, rather abruptly heightening the environment. "Uh, sure," Zeke laughed shyly. Rory cuddled closely to his scarred up shoulder as he giggled softly with his mouth closed. Rody got up, lifting his low-slung coat up over his tail and revealing his juicy, light-brown glutes, which were swaying back and forth as he approached the television set. Zeke's penis instantaneously bounded in the hollow of his cargos' belt region. Rory's eyes were alit with excitement as he smirked, looking up at the nervous fox. Rody bent over to peer at his collection of movies, his ass being fully exposed, arousing the ambassador to a much higher degree. Zeke sat up and tightened his abs, trying to contain his composure. Rory didn't give an inch; he began to loosen Zeke's belt slowly, trying to sneak past the awareness of his homoerotic guest as he stared down the swaying crotch area of the young reindeer before him. For but a moment, he was successful, before the crimson gaze of the vulpine soldier turned quickly toward him. He pulled back and gnawed on his claws, his innocent eyes glowing under the whim of his cute giggle. At first, Zeke seemed appalled, but the apology in Rory's precious eyes stopped him dead-cold in his tracks. Zeke nearly quaked as he lifted his right hand to Rory's cheek. "You caniving little sneak, you..." he said deeply and with a sense of naughtiness. Rory ooed as he felt down his hips and turned onto his side, sucking his thumb.

Zeke slowly eased off his belt and pants, Rody taking quick notice and rushing over to assist him in taking off his boots, which were preventing him from removing his pants completely. Rody began to worship his legs, feeling the calves and smootching up from the knees. He was alarmed by the slowly hardening shaft before him. It was so veiny...so black...so large...so thick and juicy...so demanding of a tongue to rub it all over till it came rainbows and joy all over the face of its recipient. But Zeke didn't feel ready for that quite yet. Instead, he let the twins to be at ease.

"I'm quite alright now. Honestly, I am. Thank you two very much," he uttered, his voice quaking as the deer continued to fondle him over. And they continued...and continued...and continued, giggling with short remarks to each other, such as, "I just wanna tickle him and make him my Zekie-Bear!", "He's so rough-and-tumble, such a manly man...", and "It's been so long since we've had a soldier over to our house!" to which he quickly replied, "Oh, well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I wouldn't call myself a soldier, perse..." Rody, who by now seemed fairly obviously to be the more outspoken, socializing one, interrupted him with a crazy-sounding, "Oh, pish-posh! You're a soldier to us, and that makes you seem all the more...well...delicious," and a long "mmmmmm" afterwards. "Seem..." Zeke said, trying to overlook just how aroused he was by Rody's "mmmmmm".

Their seduction of the confused fox just kept on intensifying, until Rory finally took a nose-dive and climbed overtop Zeke's lap. Zeke wasn't expecting such a move at all, especially so suddenly, and especially from the more subtle of the pair. Rody instantly felt jealous of his brother and went for something a little more adventurous, parting the two with his own body, facing towards his brother and overcrowding Zeke's face with the crevace of his luscious trunk. Zeke was shocked by such a move, but how could he deny one of his favorite fetishes? He began to take a nose-dive of his own (literally) into the glory-hole of the eccentric deer. Rody in turn began to gasp and sigh with such emphasis, as he laid his snout over Rory's shoulder.

Rory knew he couldn't avoid the next step. He felt underneath himself for the massive package of underlying Zeke, and upon its discovery, he aided it into his own glory-hole, dry as it may have been...but would soon not be. Rory laid his own head over his brother's shoulder and followed suit in the gasping and ooing...