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[b][u][center]A Christmas Curse

Part 3

for Juantillery

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Tex was on the prowl for his yearly prize. Christmas-time meant that there were dozens of charities and donations just waiting to be 'accepted' by someone that had the right sort of look. Put on something official, make sure that you had a seasonal smile, and everyone and their grandmothers would be happy to hand over a few bucks - and sometimes a whole lot more - for the chance to say that they were doing good for the season. It was almost too easy, to the point where the con man could go from door to door for a couple of days and make enough money to keep himself going through all of January, sometimes all the way through February.

But that was all small-time stuff. Tex liked that shit, really liked taking advantage of the assholes that were dumb enough to fall for it, but the real prizes came when he could convince the small mom-and-pop stores to give him something. Something that was ostensibly for other small businesses that were struggling through the season, that might not make it to New Years, where the employees were treated terribly and all that shit. They always ate it up and asked for seconds, and if he did his spiel right, then there was every chance of getting thousands for the cause.

That was why he'd walked up to this toy shop in the middle of the night. Talking to security guards was always a good way in, since they had less sleep and were a little stupider to begin with, and they were always more than willing to talk to someone to pass the time. That, combined with the fact that they usually had keys for the safe overnight, meant that they could be convinced to give something for the boss, and then Tex could just run off with nothing but a bogus receipt to show that he had ever been there.

That was the plan, at least, but this hippo was being a pain in his ass about it. Tex kept his smile on his face, but the short, weasel-faced human was getting more and more irritated on the inside.

"Come on, you know that it won't be missed," he said. "Just give me a couple of twenties. It'll be your gift to the poor for the season."

"Ain't happening."

"It's not like anyone's going to blame you. Hell, I bet the boss will be glad that you took the initiative."

"You ain't getting anything from me, kid."

The security guard, some hippo named Samson, had been stonewalling him for the last thirty minutes. Honestly, he should have given up and moved on twenty-five minutes ago, but the toy store was famous for the amount of cash that it took in during the holiday season, as well as for the generous nature of the owner. It should have been - and would be, he was determined - a gold mine for him and someone like him. The fact that the hippo was keeping him out of the cold like this was a complete subversion of his expectations.

[i]Just a little longer. A few more tries,[/i] he decided. [i]Then we'll move on.[/i]

"Look. I'll level with you. We don't actually need more donations -"

"Good. Because you're not getting any from me."

"But it'd be a good thing to have a surplus. You know how it is. Sometimes things go wrong, and you need that bit extra. Surely, you want to help more people during the holidays?" Tex wheedled.

"Kid. Look. How many times do I gotta tell ya? I'm -"

"Are you just intent on being a scrooge? Ruining the holidays for as many people as you can?"

It was a bit of a different tactic. He didn't like pulling the guilt side of things, though he could do it with ease. It wasn't a conscience thing, but more of a reminder that the usual strategy wasn't working, which meant that he was wasting his time. Trying to guilt someone into something was more of a desperation tactic than one that you really expected to work, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew that it wasn't going to work. The hippo just snorted, pulling a cigar from his belt and putting it to his lips.

"Kid, the boss has got a charity lined up already. A good hundred thousand's going out at the end of the holiday season to make sure that everyone's taken care of. You want to get some of that, talk to him personally, but you're not getting it from me."

A hundred thousand was nothing to sneeze at, and knowing how these toy shops worked, he knew for a fact that the hundred thousand would be on-site. People that owned these little stores wanted to make a big show with what they did, and the guy that owned this place would want to show off just how much he was able to give when the time came.

Tex wasn't usually a smash-and-grab sort of person. Didn't have the build for it, didn't have the muscles. But when a sum like that was on the line, you found ways of getting around those kinds of limitations.

He kept a smile on his face, one hand subtly reaching for his back pocket as if he was pulling out a pen. Instead, he idly fumbled around, his fingers tracing the line of a taser that he kept in his back pocket. One good jab of that and the hippo would be down, muscles or no muscles. Then he could pick the lock, get the goods, and then be long-gone before anyone had any chance to follow up on what had happened.

Just had to keep him talking for a bit longer. That was all.

"So, what's your boss's name?" Tex asked. "Just so I can look him up."

"Santa Claus."

"Heh, very funny. What's his name, really?"

"Doesn't really matter, considering you're about to get on his naughty list."

"It's not a good look for a security guard to be this unprofessional, is it?"

"And it's not a good idea to try and zap a security guard to the ground, either. Is it?"

Samson's question stopped him stone-cold, and he stared, his eyes wider than he meant for them to go. He froze with his hand over the tazer, on the verge of pulling it from his pocket as the hippo lit up.

"You can't hide anything from me, kid. I take care of the special stuff, and I make damn sure that nobody's gonna make off with the boss's stuff. You want to get outta here and have a normal Christmas, you turn your ass around and head back to the streets. You do that right now, and nothing's gonna happen to you. Try it, though..."

The threat hung in the air. Tex considered taking the warning. He had a good couple of thousand from the last couple of stores that he'd hit up, and he knew that there were a couple dozen more out there that'd give him all he needed to get through the holiday season. It'd be a simple enough task to bilk them of it the way that he had done all the others.

However, a couple of thousand dollars paled in comparison to a hundred thousand...and if he couldn't just zap the hippo, then he'd just have to zap harder. Hard enough to make sure that he never talked about this conversation.

He whipped the tazer free -

Only for Samson to chop his wrist before he got it halfway up. The tazer fell, hit the ground, and the hippo stepped forward and covered it with a thick leather boot. Before Tex could pull back, the hippo's other hand had him by the wrist, pulling him up, up, and up, standing on his tiptoes and keeping him from getting his footing or the leverage to pull away. Samson chewed at the base of his cigar, shaking his head.

"The boss warned me that someone might be pulling this shit again this year. I'm not in the mood to chase little fucks like you around, so I'm not letting it get to that point."

"Nnngh...again...this year?" Tex grunted. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone tried to steal from the boss last year, too. Didn't work out too well for them."

"Nnngh...didn't hear..."

"That's because I stopped it early. But I didn't want to run after another thief, so we're doing it a bit differently this time. I wait here, I let 'em be an asshole, and then I just - look, I ain't wasting either of our time anymore, so I'll give you one minute to get rid of anything that you don't want ripped."

"..."

"Minute starts now."

The hippo let go, and for a split-second, Tex wondered if he should run. There was obviously something going on here that was against the usual norms, something different than calling the cops. If the shop had its own system of 'justice,' then maybe he'd be better off avoiding that. Cops were bad enough, but at least the justice system had some rules that he could play with, something that he could loophole his way through with enough money. Someone pulling a vigilante just meant that he had to deal with someone being a thug.

But one look at Samson told him that the security guard was ready for him to try and pull a runner, and that it probably wouldn't work. Wincing, he looked down at his fancy jacket and shirt, his half-formal pants, and polished shoes. None of those had been cheap, and they were part and parcel to his con.

"So, when you say rip..."

"I mean anything that you don't want damaged."

"..."

"Forty-five seconds, kid."

"Stop calling me that," Tex muttered.

"Everyone's a kid to me, kid."

Under the eyes of the security guard, Tex quickly stripped. Bow-tie, black jacket, white shirt, they all came off in a hurry. He barely bothered to fold the jacket, and tossed the rest down on top of that. Fancy black shoes were kicked off to the side, leaving him more and more exposed as he took off his clothes. The cold December air on his chest and back was enough to make his body hair stand up with goosebumps, and he grumbled under his breath as he fumbled with his pants.

There was something that was utterly stupid about this, but Tex was an experienced enough con-man that he knew when someone was telling him the truth, when something was a lie, when it was an idle threat, and when it was a promise of action. Whatever was to happen next, it was a promise, not some idle threat. He wasn't going to risk losing all that money when he didn't have to.

"Alright, alright...I think I'm -"

"Looks like you're going to rip through that underwear, kid."

"What the hell are you - hey, hey, what's that?"

Samson had pulled something from his pockets, something that looked like it belonged in some sort of freaky fetishy shop rather than in a security guard's pockets. The hippo held a collar in his hand, one that was made of some kind of browned leather - some high quality stuff, surprisingly - and was unmarked save for a little bell dangling from the front of it. He stared, his eyes widening as the hippo took a step towards him.

"Hey, hey! I didn't agree to anything like that. This is rape."

"Only if I fuck you. Which I ain't doing."

"Get away from me. Get away -"

"Not a chance in hell, kid. You tried to mess with the magic of Christmas, and now you're going to pay the fine for that."

And with that, the collar was slapped against his neck. Like those little wrist-toys that the kids got at arcades, it didn't just tap against his neck and drop, but rather wrapped around it, squeezing tighter and tighter until the clasp just behind the bell tapped together, sealing against his neck. Tex grabbed at it, trying to stop it, trying to get rid of it, but there was no way for him to get a grip on it.

As it got tighter and tighter, pressing flush against his skin and refusing to be moved, the leather seemed to almost melt against him. The band disappeared, no longer allowing him to get a finger under it. Hell, he couldn't even get a fingernail under it, almost as if it had completely disappeared at that moment. He gasped, huffing, panting -

And then he caught something else. A stink, a heavy, thick, musky stink, almost like the smell of beasts and sweat mixed together with something far raunchier. Tex covered his nose, trying to breathe through his mouth, but even then he could almost taste it. The thick stench was impossible to escape, burning his nose and soon doing the same to his eyes, making them water and tear up.

"Nnngh...the fuck..."

"Looks like the team's gonna get a new one this year," Samson said, pulling his cigar back to his mouth.

"The fuck - nnngh - god, that stinks."

"So do you, kid. You're a horrible 'stinker'."

"Ugh..."

Even as he tried to breathe some clean air, the smell assaulted him. He ended up having to breathe through his nose again because the taste was worse than the smell. At least the smell only felt like he had his face shoved into someone's crotch rather than being made to eat it. He puffed through his nose, hard, trying to clear it, but the more that he did so, the weirder it felt. Almost like his nose was wet, or big...or both...

The moment that thought hit him, his nose actually did start swelling. He could see it bulging out, the nostrils flaring, his nose and, yes, his mouth slowly pushing forward. He screamed, grabbing at his face, the alley echoing with his shouts.

"What the fuck?! What the [i]fuck[/i]?!"

"Told ya, kid. Magic of -"

"Shut the fuck up about the magic of Christmas. What the fuck is this?!"

"Your punishment."

That wasn't an answer and the hippo had to know that, but Tex wasn't getting another one. Even as his face was pulled forward, dragged out, the bell at the collar continued to jingle and chime with his frantic shakes and tremors. Every jingle, every chime, seemed to send a tingle through his body, and the stretching got worse. His tongue started to push further forward in his mouth, making him drool and making speech all the more difficult, with the smell getting stronger as -

His eyes widened as brown fur started to burst out of his skin along his face, covering the muzzle that was slowly pushing out of his mouth and nose. It was getting longer, the fur and the muzzle both, and as he looked down at his hands, he could see his fingers starting to turn a deep black at the tips, slowly spreading down. He looked at his arms, seeing both his biceps and triceps rolling, swelling, bulging.

Could he throw a punch and run? He was getting stronger, but -

"Nnngh!"

The crack-crack-crack of something happening to his spine took him to his knees, and he knew that any sort of fighting would be a bad idea. Not only because of the hippo's likely greater strength, but also due to the sheer insanity of trying to fight someone while he was in the process of turning into something else. Something furred, something...something...

There was a pressure at the top of his head, something that was growing even as his ears felt pulled, dragged through the flesh of his temples towards a higher spot, something further back. He panted for breath, forced to taste that sweat, that musk, that intense stink that pushed through his fur all the time. It was impossible to get away from that stench, and even more impossible to tolerate it.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Yeah, yeah. You didn't expect a punishment to smell like roses, did you, kid?"

"Mmph..."

Tex's face finally pushed out into a full muzzle, brown-gray fur ending with a gray-black set of lips and a nose the same color. The thickness of his face was spreading down his neck and over his shoulders, thickening him up even as the fur spread further. The pressure in his head continued to grow, two bumps forming on his head. Horns? No, antlers -

RIIIP!

RIIIP!

The two antlers pushed through his scalp at the same time, though thankfully without pain. He shivered as he saw dead skin fall to either side around him as the holes healed almost immediately, trying to keep his head on straight as he realized that he was being transformed. Even as he tried to get used to that idea, his body kept hitting him with more and more odd sensations, making him feel the transformation that much more keenly. The sensation of his arms bulging, his chest pushing out a bit, his ass filling in with muscle, his spine -

POP!

POP!

POP!

His spine kept popping, meaning that he was getting taller. Not tremendously so, but even a few inches was something. He slumped forward, falling on all fours as he felt his spine pushing down the other way, too, something wriggling just under his waistband.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

It pushed up and out, feeling like it was slithering out through his skin. Fur pressed down against ass cheeks that were growing their own, and he realized belatedly that there was a tail down there, one that was small, but still constrained. He gritted his teeth, trying to balance on one arm as he reached back, fumbling around to try and free it -

"NNNGH!"

Only to be hit with something else. Not just the feeling of his toes merging together, the gasping sensation of his toes melding and becoming something harder, less flexible, something already ripping through his socks, but something that was much higher up the body. Something happening at his crotch.

Tex looked down, his eyes wide as he saw his underwear bulging somehow. Chemicals must have been running wild through his body, all kinds of hormones and other shit hitting him hard enough to keep him bulging, but it was more than that. The meager five inches down there were slowly pushing forward, getting bigger against the white fabric of his briefs. And at the tip, it was getting wet, wet and see-through, showing off a pale shaft that was slowly -

"Oh god...oh fuck..."

Slowly turning from its pale white to something deep, red, and throbbing. His eyes widened further as he realized that the base was already getting thicker, too, the spreading puddle of pre-cum in his briefs showing off a shaft that was getting progressively less and less human. He tried to reach for it -

"Ah!"

Only to gasp as soon as he touched it. A spurt of pre-cum shot through the briefs, soaking them to the point of being completely see-through, and he groaned as he humped up, his hips trying to drive his cock right through his briefs and into the open air.

It took him a full ten seconds to stop thrusting, but the whimpers and moans never stopped, particularly as he could feel the sheath climbing up around his cock. Eventually, it grew - and so did the shaft - to the point of pushing his waistband away from his waist. He stared down, watching the white cloth rip, tear, and finally -

RIIIIP!

Break off of him completely. It fell in tatters to either side of his hips, exposing a cock that had grown from five inches to nine, and which throbbed and dripped like mad. The already heavy musk coming from his body only thickened up further with his cock on display, and as his balls dropped down between his legs, getting heavier and fuller, he could only imagine how much worse it was going to get. Tex gasped for breath, feeling the heavy need down there, knowing that it was something...something...

His head felt stuffed, almost cotton-y, and he groaned as he realized that he couldn't think straight. It was kind of like getting drunk at a party, except that he was [i]aware[/i] that he wasn't doing as good as he should have been. He slowly rolled onto his side, then stumbled up to his knees, looking at the hippo standing over him.

"What....how..."

"Magic. Of. Christmas. Dumb kid..."

"But...what..."

"Look, kid, here's the deal. You got changed because you tried to fuck with the happy stuff that the boss likes to spread around the world at this time of year. Ain't kidding when I said that I basically work for the big guy. So, here's the deal. You're gonna work this off. Deliver some of the shit that we've got hanging around the store, some of the other stuff that needs to head out to our clients, and if you do a good job, then you get out of the collar at the end of this."

"...And...if I don't?" Tex managed to ask.

"Heh, you can still think enough to ask?"

Not easily, but he'd been to enough parties, gotten drunk and gotten high often enough to know how to think through the fog that was laying so heavy on his mind at the moment. He felt...dumb, for lack of a better word, but he could function, which was better than what could be said for most people in his situation.

Doubted that he'd be able to talk to most of the people he was trying to con, though. He smelled worse than some of the homeless that he'd hurried by earlier that night, and that was saying something, considering the raw reek that came off them at this time of year.

Samson curled his finger, and almost against his will, Tex followed as he was led around the building. He was expecting to be brought to some back door, but instead, they walked around the building a full four times, turning four corners -

And then they were somewhere else. Not entirely gone from the alley that they had been in, but certainly not in it the same way, either. The city was still there, but an ethereal snow-fall had started, and standing by the security side-door that they'd left behind was a stable. A large, wooden stable of the sort that you would have seen in the wilder areas of the world, where the mounts and the work animals would have been kept had suddenly leaped out of nowhere, and Tex blinked, unable to believe just what he was seeing.

"That's...that's impossible."

"Yeah, you might want to scrub your brain of that word. The boss does a lot of that."

"That..."

"[i]That[/i] is gonna be your new home, if you fuck up."

"You're gonna keep me in a fucking stable?!"

"Why not? You'll be a fucking animal. Just like the guy that came around last year."

"...What guy?"

"Pretty pathetic man. Used to be called Jack."

Jack. Tex remembered an old 'partner' named Jack, though he hadn't seen the pathetic fuck for nearly four years. They'd pulled a couple of jobs one time, and he'd had to cut ties when the last one almost got them caught by the cops.

Couldn't be the same one, though. Surely, coincidence wasn't -

Samson opened the door to the stable, and Tex's eyes went wide. Spread out on either side of the long, narrow building were other anthro reindeers much like himself. Some of them were fairly calm and collected, leaning against their stalls and reading lists that were written on long, rolled-up scrolls of paper, while others - the dumber-looking ones - were spread out on the floor, their tails high and most of them getting fucked.

Hard.

One of them, red-nosed and glowing, was panting hard as he was taken from behind, and considering where Tex was standing, he had a perfect view of that muscled ass getting filled again and again from behind. The sight of it wasn't even a bad one, though he was embarrassed as all hell to have been presented with that. A thick-muscled rump kept moving, plunging a cock even bigger than his own into a rounded, sweaty rump just below, the glowing-nosed reindeer moaning every time that he was filled up and moaning and whimpering every time that the huge cock pulled back and emptied him out again.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

It took a second for the raw stink of the building to hit him, and as it did, his cock rose against his will. He hated it, and hated the stink, too, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He turned away, looking at Samson.

"What's..."

"This is where the reindeer go when they're fucked up," the hippo said. "Some of 'em like the transformation and chose to stick around. Some of 'em, like Rudolph there, stuck around because they fucked around too much."

"...is that..."

"Jack? Yeah, he was dumb enough to think that he could game the system."

[i]Sounds like the Jack I knew...[/i]

"Anyway. Just figured you'd like to see what'd happen if you try and do something too stupid while you're working for the big guy."

"...What are you gonna make me do?" Tex asked.

"Delivery. You'll get some goods to take to different people, you hurry around and drop it off with a good bit of the Christmas spirit, and then run back to us. We want to make people happy."

"By making people like me miserable?"

"Don't even try it. You were the one that was going to commit the crime, and now, you're the one that's gonna do the -"

"NNNNNNNGH!"

They were interrupted by both Rudolph and the reindeer topping him cumming at the same time, the latter filling that pucker with everything that he had to offer and then some, the former splattering the hay-covered floor with a blast of seed that soaked the hay and left it sticking to itself. The top pulled out, the big guy showing off a cock that wasn't going soft in the slightest as he turned around, and -

Tex gagged as the smell hit him. The musk coming off the bigger reindeer was more than he expected, more than the rest of the stable combined, and it made him lightheaded in a way that he really didn't like. The reindeer crossed the stable, looking down at him with a smirk before turning to Samson.

"This the new guy?"

"Yes, this is going to be our new delivery deer for the season," Samson said. "And Rudolph's new friend if he fucks up. Tex, this is Blitzen."

"Head of the team, and your new master, if you fuck up," Blitzen said.

As if Tex needed more incentive to get out of this with his body intact, and his head on straight, and his humanity back. He didn't want to go down to that level, and seeing someone else so fuck-stupid on the floor was a reminder of just how easily this could happen to him. Jack had been a bit of a careless idiot, but that didn't mean that he had been someone completely taken in. This place was serious. They had some serious consequences. Tex took a couple of deep breaths, trying to ignore the way that it left his nose burning every time that he inhaled.

"Alright...alright, I get your point...so, what do you need me to do? Just...take a few packages to different places?"

"Something like that."

#

He was returned to the city in a new outfit and a full sack of gifts. The outfit was not...too bad, all things considered. It was a green and red harness that covered his chest and went with the collar that he was made to wear, and he had to keep it on and jingle-jangle the whole way along. The rest of the uniform, however...

He looked down at the thong that he was made to wear, one that barely covered his balls and did little to cover his sheath and cock. If he got even a hint of a hard-on, he was sure that his dick was going to leap right out. That, and the fact that his ass wasn't covered in the slightest, that the g-string of the thong went right up between his furred cheeks and did nothing to hide his ass...

It was humiliating, and considering that the stink of failure - and sweat, and musk, and a little splatter from Blitzen following him too close in the stable when he was still being shown the ropes and getting outfitted for his job - still clung to him tight, he knew that there was no chance in hell that he'd be getting the sort of payoff that he'd been expecting for the season. His plans for next year were going to have to go through some serious rethinking, and he honestly didn't know what he was going to have to do to make up for all the mistakes that had been made. Financially, at least; Tex had no intention of making up for the mistakes that he had made with the shop.

After all, at this point, they were the ones fucking with him. So one little assault charge could be filed; people had gotten off with more. They didn't have any right to be throwing him into another body and making him stink up the world with this weird-ass punishment. They certainly didn't have the right to deprive him of his earnings, that was for sure.

And if they were going to fuck with him, then he was going to fuck with them.

It had taken him longer than usual to come up with a good way to get revenge, considering the stupidity that they had shoved into his head as part of the punishment, but he was pretty sure that he'd come up with something good, at least.

[i]All I gotta do...is ruin Christmas.[/i]

It would be easy. He was responsible for delivering Christmas stuff, spreading the Christmas spirit to other folks, right? All he had to do was show up late - through 'no fault' of his own - and then it would look like the company was being stupid, that it couldn't be relied on. Bad reviews all because of a single bad employee, ruining the moment for the families that were taking advantage of the shop's services, all that junk. It would take almost no time at all to bring their reputation crashing to the ground.

That would be their punishment, he decided. Their punishment for daring to try and punish him for just making a living.

[i]Hehehe...[/i]

He could feel the dumb little chuckle rising in his throat as he walked around the building to find his human clothes. He had to use the jacket to pick up the rest of the pile, since he was still rather sweaty and smelly and he didn't want to get it on his clothes, but at least they were in one piece. He hadn't lost them.

[i]Take these back home, then start making deliveries...[/i]

By taking them home first, he had a good reason to be slower. After all, he'd be colder, getting used to his new body, rather shy from all the stuff being exposed in the open. Not like the company had given him magic to leap about and get to the delivery points, either. He could -

Tex coughed. The smell all around him had gotten so much worse for a second, making it hard for him to breathe through it until he started adjusting again. The rank smell of sweat and musk thickened still further as he tried to get back to those thoughts of how he could sabotage everything, and he had to put it aside as he gathered his clothes and walked back to the sidewalk and the main street. He'd just have to figure out the details later; he was smart enough to fuck over this company, he knew that. He'd already done it to a number of other idiotic businesses that trusted him with their money, and this one had taken that one level further. They were trusting him with their reputation, which was so much dumber.

Dumber.

Something about that word tickled at his imagination, telling him that he was forgetting something that he should have realized, but it was probably nothing. He shrugged it off, making his way down the street and doing his best to get used to walking on hooves rather than on shoes.

It was going to be a long night.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Tex, a little bit of an idiot, tries to con a store out of its donation money. His punishment is swift and smelly.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Reindeer, Human, Hippo, Collar, Christmas, Transformation, Human to Reindeer, Smelly, Musk, Cock Growth, Muscle Growth, Jingle Jingle, Miniseries, Pre-Cum, Clothes Ripping, Anal, Cum, Creampie,