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It seemed that everybody knew that reindeer could fly. Something like that might be considered common knowledge, even if some people just didn't have the holiday spirit anymore.

What most people didn't know was that reindeer needed quite a bit of stress relief to be able to fly. Flying without the use of wings to keep your body afloat was a terribly difficult and stressful task, and if a reindeer wasn't properly mentally prepped for the same, it could be disastrous for the sleigh that they were pulling.

Just ahead of the most important flight of the year on Christmas Eve, one reindeer in particular was stressing out about his job, and worse still, he wasn't good at hiding it.

Princeton, a reindeer with a bit of an attitude to begin with, wasn't the type to shake, tremble, or get nervous when he was stressed out. Instead, he was the type to go on a foul-mouthed tirade when things weren't going his way, and sometimes, that energy escaped him in violent outbursts.

As a result, he was often left alone right before the big flight, but this year, the jolly old man at the top had a different idea for how they might be able to sooth Princeton's nerves. There was no wrong way to calm him down, necessarily, but they needed a method that would truly soothe him down to his bones, and allow him the kind of mental relaxation that meant he could keep a sleigh full of several billion pounds of toys in the air.

"You're not wearing clothes. Good. The old man must have gotten my message..."

Princeton didn't have a very large area to live in. None of the reindeer did, but their individual pens provided everything they needed. Wooden walls were always adorned with the typical outlines of holiday cheer, and other than a plain, firm bed against the far wall of the room, there wasn't much else in it. The floor was actually dirt, with only the tiniest, sturdiest scraps of grass left to survive being trampled by hooves every day, and the bright strands of red and gold garland on the walls didn't really do much to brighten the mood for Princeton.

Only the wolfess standing in front of him would be able to do that.

"This is really all you wanted for Christmas, hm?" she asked, as she closed the door to the pen behind her and drew the privacy curtain across the small window upon it. "I've already talked to Santa, and it sounds like this is all you're getting this year, if you go through with it."

"Trust me, I don't need anything else...and I don't want anything else, either. I thought I was pretty clear about that."

There were a lot of people who kept the North Pole running on a tight schedule, and many of them didn't garner attention in the form of songs or folk lore. Iris was such an example; she was in charge of making sure that the reindeer were in good spirits year round, but her job was especially important as the Christmas Eve voyage drew closer.

Most of the year, she barely had anything to do, but just days away, she was being run ragged. Most of the reindeer just wanted someone to vent to about their frustrations, or some kind of a quick massage to help ease their sore, tired muscles. Iris understood their frustrations, and knew how stressful it had to be to carry such a heavy weight, not just physically, but mentally, knowing how many people would be disappointed if the gifts never arrived.

Princeton, however, wanted something a bit more extreme this year, and though Iris wasn't keen on the idea to start with, she was coming around to it...she could help Princeton ease his stress and get ready for the flight, while easing some of her own stresses in the process.

"I guess I'm flattered that I'm all you want for Christmas," Iris admitted. "You should really be careful with that attitude, though. You'll end up on the naughty list if you don't watch yourself."

The reindeer scoffed at the thought. "You do this for me, and I won't give two shits about the old man throwing a lump of coal in my door on Christmas morning."

Iris had her standards, and naturally, she cared about someone respecting her body in the same way that she did, but she took her duties as the keeper of the reindeer seriously, above all other things. If her body could be the key to keeping even just one of the reindeer happy, she'd happily use it to her fullest advantage...and she knew that Princeton wouldn't mind that one bit, either.

"I've got just one condition for you then, Princeton...and if you don't agree to it, you'll just have to settle for a fleshlight this year."

"And what's that, Iris?"

The wolfess lifted a paw up to the curve of one of her soft, supple breasts and cupped it, before stroking her open palm over the series of dots that trailed down her abdomen, until she reached the peak of her womanhood, sticking out visibly through the smooth, tawny fur of creamy tan above her crotch. She set a pawtip on either side of her labia and began to spread them, as she pushed her hips forward, knowing that the greedy reindeer would be shamelessly ogling her sex by then.

"Fuck me hard, Princeton. Take out every last one of your frustrations on me...I want you to try to break me...pound my tight little pussy until you can barely stand."

Princeton and Iris never quite saw eye to eye. They'd known each other for years, thanks to their related positions, but Princeton always found Iris to be a little too stuck up to be helpful to his mental state.

If he'd ever just taken a moment to sit down and talk to her, he would have found that they weren't entirely different...and that a wolfess could build up a lot of sexual frustration from being stuck at the North Pole all the time, with no one of her own species to play with.

"And if I refuse?" Princeton asked, even as he stood up from the edge of his bed. Like Iris, he was nude to begin with, since he hadn't been expecting any company that afternoon.

His words were meant as a test for Iris, however, who was still rubbing her pawtips against her mound, circling the eager digits around the hood of her clit. "...Shut up and fuck me, Princeton...this isn't a game..."

Her reply stung the reindeer a bit, but it spoke to the same stress that he felt. She'd known him long enough to know how to push his buttons, and he knew that if he played into her scheme, she'd be able to manipulate him all day, and twice on Sunday.

" Fine, but just remember that you wanted this," Princeton muttered under his breath, trying not to act as eager as he really was. Large of body and stature, Princeton easily stood taller than Iris, and his body was so much thicker that he had trouble imagining the wolfess could take all of his erect length...but he still wanted to see her try.

You have no idea how much I want this, my dear boy...now stop being a brat and fuck me already! Iris gave an order, but it stayed as little more than a thought, as glistening moisture began to build on her pawtips. Stress mingled with sexual frustration for Princeton, as well, as his long, hanging cock began to throb and stand erect, and with each step he took, it grew harder, until he was standing before the masturbating wolfess, nearly poking her in the navel with the tip of his rod.

He actually stood just that much taller than her, as the very end of his length finally did brush against her fur, just above her navel. He'd likely need to bring her to the bed and lay her on her back to make things work, but she had other ideas in mind, and knew that she could trick Princeton into them without much effort.

"What are you waiting for, big guy?" she asked, as she lifted a leg and hooked her calf around the back of his thigh. "You gonna pin me against the door and fuck me or what?"

Her voice challenged Princeton, and arrogant as he was, he couldn't pass up the chance to make her eat her own words. It was just what she wanted, and she couldn't hide her wide, devious grin as the reindeer wrapped his thick, rippling arms around her lower back and lifted her right up into the door. Her back crashed against it with a harsh SLAM, and the whole pen shook as Princeton lined the tip of his cock up between each of the tight holes that the wolfess had to offer.

For a moment, he thought about being truly cruel and trying to stuff her tailhole, but he knew what kind of trouble that might cause...and he wasn't looking to be cruel. Just like Iris, he just needed to get off...and he put the wolfess on edge as the slim, smooth tip of his cervine cock pressed against her pouting labia and began to penetrate her.

"Who knew a reindeer could be so gentle?" she teased, as she felt the first thrust dragging on. Princeton was going easy on her to start, and the first draw of his hips was a slow, teasing stroke inside of her womanhood. Her inner muscles squeezed against the head of his cock, daring it to try and break through the resistance, but he eased his way in, instead, until he could feel a different resistance on the tip of his manhood: Her cervix, blocking him from going any further.

He gazed down between them, seeing just how much of his length had disappeared inside of her, and made a mental note of it as he looked back up and grinned as Iris.

"Safety precautions, Iris...they're ingrained in me after all of these years. I think you'll be very glad for that in a moment."

Iris never even saw the reindeer pull his hips back. She only had time to blink before she felt her body nearly going through the loose, rickety door from a thrust that was stronger than any she'd felt before, from any other species.

Fuck...me...

Her eyes nearly rolled back as her jaw went agape, and the unique pattern of rings and dotted fur on her thighs bristled as she tried to wrap her calves over the shoulders of the large, dominant male. She thought she was in control the whole time, but she was quickly losing it, as Princeton reared up again and pounded his cock right up to her capacity, filling her in such a way that she'd never known before.

Even the novelty toys that she'd seen at sex shops before she moved up north didn't look like they'd feel so big.

"D-damn...Princeton, I...I can barely breathe!" she cried out, as her body stayed compressed. Her breasts were nearly sitting on her thighs as the reindeer kept her crumpled against the door, and what started as a series of deep, slow and powerful thrusts was quickly being replaced by quick, choppy strokes of the hip. Each one, no matter how rapid, managed to fill her to the very brim, and her ears folded back as she tried to deal with the sensation of being completely railed by the angry, aggressive reindeer that pinned her. "I...I c-can't-

"Don't care," Princeton cut her off, as his paws gripped her arms and pinned them up to the frame of the door. She was trapped, and as the stressed reindeer dug his hooves into the dirt, her imprisonment became that much more pleasurable. Thick, overly swollen orbs slapped up against the underside of her thighs and ass as Princeton drove his hips into her, literally pouring his stress and frustration into her body in the form of a sexual deposit, and despite how tightly pinned she was, she bucked back against him with everything that she had, making sure to milk around the base of his cock with her tight, skillful muscles, wanting to drain the cervine down to the very core of his being when he finally did climax.

That moment wasn't far off, however, as Princeton gritted his teeth together, and Iris bit down on her lower lip. The reindeer couldn't handle just how tight she was any longer, and her passage was teased on every surface with every thrust, bringing her to a climax that she could barely announce.

Her voice started off high, as she screamed out, " Princeton! I'm c-cumming! Fuck, I...I..." but it faded from there, as her vocal chords obscured her voice into a panting, squeaking mess. Princeton, for his part, wasn't the most vocal lover, but he didn't have to say a word...

...The brutal flood of cum that sprayed across Iris' insides as his cock erupted within her was more than enough, and just from the first strand, Iris was overflowing. Her womb was completely stuffed with cervine seed after just that, but he held tight as the veins in his cock throbbed through the surface of his flesh and pumped even more of the slick, sticky mess into her body. Excess yield was pouring down and out of her snatch in seconds, drifting back down over Princeton's sack and even spilling over the exposed, sensitive flesh of her asshole as it drifted around the curve of her rump.

The pen just barely held together through the fierce romp, and Princeton could hardly keep his footing as his legs trembled from the strength of such a strong, relieving climax. He pulled free and shuddered with delight as his extra seed spilled out of Iris like a faucet, leaving a thick, creamy puddle of white upon the brown, dirt flood.

With his last efforts, he helped the wolfess down from the wall, still panting all the while, as he stumbled back to his bed, his face twisted up in a bright, stupefied smile.

"Think...y-you'll be able to f-focus a little better now?" Iris asked, already able to see the answer before Princeton responded.

The reindeer just nodded, his muzzle still open wide as he gasped over from the aftershock of his orgasm.

Pleased with a job well done, Iris giggled quietly and pressed her thighs together slightly, trying to contain the trails of cum that drizzled down through her fur. "Just let me know if you need another treatment before we take off, big guy...if you think you're up for it."

His stress relieved, Princeton didn't need another romp...but as Iris challenged him before she slipped out of the room, he'd certainly call her down for another.

He couldn't let her have the final word, after all.