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Chloe wanted to run home; to run as fast as she could and bury her face in her pillow, sobbing the hurt away. But the ice on the street made such a practise inadvisable and besides, she had already slipped over once as she had tried to flee the scene of her humiliation, eliciting yet more howls of laughter. With that in mind, she contented herself with a brisk walk.

It had all sounded so wonderful; Marcus wanted to give her a Christmas present? She'd loved him since her first day of secondary school. And on Christmas Eve itself, could it have been more romantic? She had been a fool of course, a naïve fool to think that Marcus would be interested in a nobody like her. She didn't know if he had been in on the joke; barely had she arrived in the high street than the girls began pelting her with snowballs. These were British snowballs unfortunately, hard and icy, and they had stung her pale skin red raw. She didn't know what she had done to deserve such humiliation; most likely nothing, cruel as life as a teenager could be if you were not a member of the popular crowd. She pulled her pink woollen scarf up against her scarlet cheeks, and over her slightly upturned nose, her 'horrible pug nose' that she hated so, and the girls teased her about, unaware that such a nose would drive the right man wild with desire. Her mousey brown hair was in twin pigtails, forward over her coat, her favourite winter coat that was now covered in wet and dirt from her spill. At sixteen she was in her final year of compulsory education and she could not wait to leave. At least she didn't have to see those girls for the rest of the Christmas holiday…but oh God, they'd be there when she went back in January, with their giggles and smirks. She sobbed once, and tried to shake the thought from her mind.

''Are you alright miss?''

A policeman was there beside her, probably having drawn the short straw and been given the holiday shift. For all that he should have been grumpy about it, he looked genuinely concerned. She also thought, absurdly in that moment, that he was rather handsome. Still young, perhaps in his thirties, with neat short blonde hair and kind blue eyes. Much of his uniform was hidden by a horrible fluorescent jacket imposed upon him by health and safety regulations.

''I…I'm fine sir. Don't worry, just girls' stuff.''

The officer nodded, and smiled once more. ''Better get home then Chloe. You'll be missed if you aren't careful.'' He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and then he continued on down the high street, his arms behind his back, seeming to take joy in watching the glowing windows and harried last-minute shoppers. Chloe was so stunned at his touch that she didn't realise until after he had gone that he knew her name without her giving it.

''Probably a mate of my brothers…'' she shook her head, gave one last shaky sigh, and continued on her way, the officer's simple concern having lifted her spirits a little.

By the time she got home, she found it empty. Her mother had left her a note about having gone to her aunt's Christmas party, with the reassurance that she would be back before midnight and instructions to lock up. She had included money for a pizza delivery, and a little encouraging note at the bottom telling her she was beautiful and Marcus would be lucky to have a girl like her. Chloe's heart sank once more, and she immediately lost her appetite. She put the cash away in the kitchen drawer and marched upstairs, removing her coat as she went, hanging it forlornly on the back of her door. She began to shed her heavy winter clothing, first kicking off her boots and then pushing down her jeans, wiggling out of them carefully as she did so; they were the tight fit variety that she hated, but she wanted to impress and not just wear her usual boot cut comfortable jeans. She turned to inspect her bottom in the mirror; her panties, simple modest white cotton, had ridden up into the crack of her slightly fleshy behind, and she plucked them free, causing the cheeks to jiggle a little. There was no mark from the spill that she could see, so at least she would not have a bruise to contend with. Kicking her jeans aside, she then pulled off her sweater, and her t-shirt. Her perky teenage tits swung free when she unclasped her bra, and she sighed a little in relief; she was not hugely endowed, but her bras did seem small lately. She cupped her pale breasts in her hands, brushing her fingers over them in inspection, her light pink nipples perking stiffly from the attention, causing a shiver to run through her body, and she bit her lip. ''Of all the times….'' She rolled her eyes at her own body chemistry. She released her breasts with a small jiggle, and then flopped backwards onto the bed in just her panties, her tits falling slightly to the sides as she gazed up through her skylight, her fingers idly starting to undo her pigtails, before she decided even that was tiring, and left them in.

''Merry bloody Christmas, Chloe pug nose.'' She murmured sarcastically to herself, before she closed her eyes.

The snows were actually quite unusual; in the United Kingdom, snowfall around Christmas was actually quite rare, and tended to be the property of the early part of the new year. Nonetheless, it did not stop people placing bets on whether the snows would fall in late December, and make it a 'White Christmas'. Some lucky few punters had won their bets, though they had little chance of knowing they had magical intervention to thank for it.

The story of the eight reindeer was a legend almost as old as their jolly red master. Each proud beast was a being of magic and nature combined, and it could truly be said that Father Christmas could not have hoped to make his rounds without them. Not because they pulled his sleigh (although they did indeed do that) but because they helped with the dispersal of gifts. As every parent will attest, there is always one gift they don't quite remember buying; one little present that their child opens on Christmas morn, whilst mother and father shoot each other a puzzled glance, before deciding they simply forgot they had made the purchase in the Christmas rush. The truth was far more interesting.

Heavy hooves landed with a thud onto the roof of the home of Chloe and her mother. The thick snow cushioned both the impact and any noise they generated; their owner was broad and powerful, as well as tall. Eight feet in fact, with antlers included.

The hooves lead up into powerful, muscular digitigrade legs, coated with thick arctic fur in a chestnut brown hue. Around each thick thigh, big as the head of a normal man, was wrapped a belt of deep red leather, attached to which were four small bells each, enough to tinkle when the owner walked. The thighs lead up to a groin that was modestly hidden by the drape of a loincloth in the same red leather, hanging down to a tapered point almost to the owner's knees. The curve of his powerful hips led gracefully into an Apollo's belt muscle defined enough to cut glass, disappearing into the slight sag of the loincloth, above the rim of which poked some thick, darker chestnut fur that lead slightly up into the figure's chiselled abs. every inch of the animalistic Adonis was coated in the same chestnut fur, which darkened near the groin, but was considerably paler on the chest and ankles.

The figure knelt by the lip of the roof, thick fingers topped with hard fingernails that were as black as their hooves, gripped the edge of the guttering. The hand holding it lead up into a mighty arm, muscles almost writhing beneath the fur with every motion, his bicep wrapped with another of the strange leather bell belts; the twin arm was identical, only it held within it a hessian sack, loaded with some unknown cargo. The being's chest was expansive and broad, powerful as a weight lifter yet somehow as agile as a swimmer or martial artist; an especially thick tuft of creamy fur was present above the pecs, and capping those pecs were a pair of nipples, black as coal. Criss-crossing the chest were more leather straps, thicker than the ones on the arms and thighs, wrapping around the figure's chest and powerful back in an 'X'. The chest harness had a golden ring in the centre of it of a golden metal, holding the entire arrangement together.

An anthropomorphic muzzle sniffed the air; the being's head was long and graceful in a cervine manner, the head of a reindeer and man both; outwardly reindeer, but the dark blue eyes and the intelligence within them were as human as it was possible to get. A pair of magnificent, dark coloured antlers sprouted between the being's furry ears, raising upwards in a graceful display, a foot and a half in height. Each was identical, a mirror image to the other, and they rose in a graceful display; no gnarled and twisted pattern at the mercy of nature, but each branch raised slightly gracefully, as if reaching for the stars.

''Last call for tonight.'' The reindeer spoke; he could speak. He had a voice deep and trustworthy, like a beloved father or kind teacher depending on the preference of those who heard it, like warm honey being poured over a log fire. Gripping the guttering with the hand that held it, the mighty figure simply swung off the roof, and hung outside of Chloe's window. Somehow, the guttering held. The reindeer grinned, and with a flick of his wrist, he gracefully swung against, and through, the closed and locked window, landing silently in a crouch on the carpet of the girl's bedroom.

Blitzen hesitated a moment, remaining still, making sure his entrance hadn't disturbed the girl from her slumber. Slowly, lithely, he rose to his hooves, and left his bag where it was. From within his loincloth he withdrew a small notepad, a tiny nub of a pencil thrust through the ring binding. Removing the implement, he scribbled something off, and seemed to nod in satisfaction before he put the pad aside. Walking towards the bed, he took a look at the room's occupant; and gave a quiet snort of shock at her state of undress. Had he got the wrong room? No…this was definitely Chloe…she was…more developed than he had expected. His blush was hidden through the fur of his cheeks, and he stared at the rise and fall of her breasts as she slept, the perfect round globes seeming almost to give a little wobble each time she inhaled. Blitzen found it hypnotic. He watched this for a few moments more, his broad tongue lightly wetting his lips as he found his mouth suddenly dry.

He was, as mentioned, both animal and man. He had the strengths of both, and that went alongside their weaknesses as well. Blitzen was the oldest of the eight, ostensibly the most mature, the big brother. He had not been without experience, mainly celebratory couplings with Vixen in the stables after their deliveries. She was a kind hearted and motherly reindeer, the second oldest after him. She made him feel good. What he felt right now was something he hadn't recalled feeling before. A stirring for a human girl. On some level, he perhaps grasped that his natural empathy was at work. He knew she was sad, and he knew she had not had a good week. He wanted to comfort her, to hold her, to...

He took a deep, shuddering breath, a slight creaking of the leather as his chest expanded, before he sighed it out. His loincloth was raising as his need awoke, the leather being lifted by the eruption of the maleness beneath. A thick tube of flesh, nine inches long and a leathery brown in colour, gradually came into view. The head was capped by a thick foreskin, which gradually began to peel back from the dark pink head it protected as he drank in the sight of the girl. Below the proud fuckstick were a pair of apple sized orbs, encased in a heavy, dark brown leathery bag. They began to perspire as his excitement grew, his deep musk leaking from the pores of his heavy nuts and filling the room with the scent of spicy cinnamon. He gripped his belt with one strong hand, and made to try to stuff his genitalia back beneath his loincloth; he gave up before he started. Such a task was impossible anyway. He cast his eyes back to the girl that had stirred him so. Very slightly chubby, which gave her a comfortable looking hourglass figure. She was fairly tall, and her hair was still in pigtails, which perversely delighted him to the point that his member twitched upwards eagerly, almost with the pulse of his heartbeat. The pole was now rising at an upward angle, almost as if as his need grew, the engorged shaft demanded to be given a warm, wet hole to bury itself into by making itself as impossible to ignore as it could. His eyes were travelling down her belly, and to her panties, upon which rested one of her hands. It was only at this point that he noticed he had sat on the edge of her bed, causing it to creak slightly, his mind subconsciously drawing him close to her, his pendulous balls resting neatly on the sheets between his thick thighs. He licked his muzzle again softly, and swallowed. His cock twitched upwards once more, and he knew he had to touch her before he left. Just…just a touch. Just once…

Chloe awoke to the feel of a hand on her breast, and it wasn't her own. Big, meaty, powerful; her own fingers possessed none of these qualities, and for a brief moment she thought she was dreaming. That is, until she opened her eyes, and looked up into the face of the furred monster man gazing down at her. She opened her mouth to scream, and yet no words came out; her shock too great to produce sound, the only thing that left her throat was a strangled croak of alarm, causing the reindeer to flinch, his dark eyes finding hers, suddenly widening in alarm. It was then that he spoke.

''Please don't scream! I won't hurt you!'' for such a large creature, the plea was quietly desperate, and its nature caused Chloe to calm slightly; she didn't even register that the hand was still gripped around her fat breast, the coarse palm resting above the nipple, the pink pebble stiff as a gumdrop. She swallowed, and found her voice, feeling calmer than she expected, given the situation.

''Who…What…. W-who…are you?'' she croaked out, coughing once to clear her throat.

''Blitzen.'' Whispered the creature.

''…Like the Reindeer?''

He grinned in relief. ''Just so. I am the reindeer.''

''But…you're part human…''

''it makes it easier for us to help with delivery to have hands. And sometimes, like right now, to be able to speak. You're Chloe, aren't you?''

She nodded. Her head swam, but for some reason she couldn't quite fathom, she was no longer afraid. Her eyes were drawn downwards to something twitching at Blitzen's stomach, then they widened. A fat brown stick of meat, pointing upwards, free from the leather drape it had pushed aside. She swallowed, forcing saliva down her dry throat. She registered then that his hand was still around her breast, and she took a deep, shaky breath.

''Yes, I'm Chloe….um…. you…. your thingy…. its showing…'' she was surprised by her own tone of voice; she didn't want him to put it away. In fact, she found it oddly compelling, watching it twitch in time with his heartbeat.

Blitzen grinned. He was regaining some of his famed confidence once he saw he hadn't frightened the girl to death. He wondered…

''Sorry about that. It's not often I get to visit such a pretty girl… suppose I couldn't help myself.'' He whispered, gazing down into her eyes, his fingers tightening around the tit they held, in a slow, massaging pull, one of the smooth flinty toppings to his fingers giving a stir to the nipple at the end of the motion. He shivered in delight at the feel of smooth, human skin beneath his hand. The girl moaned softly in response, her hips working a little and her eyelashes giving a brief flutter. His cock twitched, the slit in the pink head expanding enough to force out a glob of clear lubricant, a slimy spot of pre-cum which ran down the meaty tower, Chloe's eyes following it along its journey inch by inch. He took his chance; now or never.

''You can touch it if you want. It's only fair, right?'' His eyes twinkled with mirth as he made the obscene offer, and squeezed her breast once more for emphasis. His other hand curled around the base of his own cock, squeezing it slowly and a churring noise of delight puffing past his lips as he held his own pole, his fat sac expressing slightly beneath it from his fingers resting on the balls.

Chloe didn't know what to think. Except, of course, that the whole situation was mad; insane in the truest sense of the word. And yet…

She reached over; she placed her delicate fingertips along the side of the fat length, its heat radiating through them. With a shudder similar to someone diving into an ice-cold lake, she wrapped her hand around the stiff, animalistic cock, and gasped as a mini orgasm soaked the crotch of her panties, her pink little lips parting and her eyes going glazed. Her fingers shivered around the member, squeezing it slowly, and the reindeer grunted his approval at her touching of his precious jewels.

''That's it…it's been a long night for me. Maybe you can help me work off some tension?'' Blitzen grew bolder as he became more confident of the effect he was having on the sixteen-year-old. Her pretty little cocksucker's lips were parted slightly as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying it seems, to calm herself. Her hand travelled up and down the member, with a grip not quite tight enough to peel the heavy foreskin back, but a more exploratory stroking as she held her first cock.

''I've never touched one before…. Is it nice?''

''It is. But you can hold it harder if you want.'' Blitzen encouraged, his eyes flickering and making another rumble of pleasure in his powerful chest as the girl complied, the thick foreskin sloughing off the head, exposing the shiny, sensitive pinkness in all its crowning glory, another thick glob of pre-cum rolling down, this time over the girls knuckles, making her head spin. Meanwhile, his other hand raised, and grasped her other fat tit; holding both the orbs in his strong, manly hands and massaging them eagerly, as eagerly as she wanked his obscene animal cock, her eyes gazing up into his, as a lustful connection grew between the two. She continued to stroke him for a while, her boldness generating a continuous flow of pre-cum, and an eagerness within her to see-no, to feel- the actual cum, stored within those bloated brown bags, that seemed to almost quiver as the reindeer began to pant in eagerness. After a few more moments of mutual fondling, he released the girl, and took her wrist, pulling her hand from his cock, and standing in front of her. She gave a smile whine of dismay, as if worried he was leaving; in actuality, he was doing nothing of the sort. The bells on his leather strapping tinkled lightly as he faced her, towering over her as she sat on the bed, and he smiled encouragingly, one hand formed into a meaty fist, resting on his own hip, the other stroking her hair, his cock bobbing in front of her, level with her cute upturned nose, its heady aroma almost making her head spin. Even if she hadn't been a teenager, and thus exposed to the notions of what a blowjob was on an almost daily basis by cruder classmates, she would have known, instinctively, what he wanted.

She sniffed it. She leaned forth, and her hot pink tongue licked out once over the tip, dancing along the rim of the heavy foreskin, half peeled back from the swollen glans, and Blitzen moaned once in appreciation. Thus encouraged, she smiled shyly, and brushed her pigtails back over her shoulders, an action that was pure innocent eroticism to the eager buck. Her hands settled on his furry, muscular thighs, causing his puffy white tail to flicker in apprehension. She leaned forth, opened her mouth, and took in three of his nine inches in a single swallow.

Blitzen's eyes flickered, and his hand rested atop the girl's head, tightening somewhat, grabbing a handful of her hair, careful not to pull it. The girl was a natural, better even than Vixen; or perhaps it was just his eagerness, the sheer taboo of what was happening. He didn't care, he was enjoying it either way. Her hot little lips formed a seal, and she breathed in an out slowly through that cute little button nose. Her hands caressed the fur of his hips, thumbs stirring in the coarse warm tresses, and her head slowly bobbing back and forth, alternating between taking in four inches of his thick musky meat, and pulling back to the tip. He doubted sincerely she could take all of him into her mouth, and he didn't especially want her to try; he might have nutted there and then, filling her belly with slimy hot reindeer cum instead of the destination he would prefer. Her lips left sloppy saliva marks on him as she bobbed slowly back and forth, soft little grunting sounds mixed with audible swallowing noises as she tried not to drool on him too much.

Chloe was in a similar sort of heaven. Though she had never been with a boy, she had developed something of an oral fixation, and was blissfully sucking half of the monstrous package, occasionally pulling back to the tip, plying her tongue around on the foreskin and glans, letting the muscle scrub the sensitive flesh, eliciting gasps from her guests that delighted her to no end. She could feel her virgin pussy, widened and drooling in her panties, soaking the thin material with eagerness to be sated. Her hands squeezed his thighs, and occasionally travelled around further to massage his backside, squeezing the powerful cheeks as best she could, before pulling back to rest on his hips again. Blitzen had begun to thrust, just slightly, enough to push his cock towards the entrance to her throat, causing her to give little gulping sounds as it interrupted her sucking, the slurping noises in her mouth adding to the reindeer's huffs and the gentle tinkling of the bells. His breath began to catch, and he growled out in bliss, before he eased himself back out of the eager suction of her mouth, panting hotly, looking down at her, his cock pulsing, raging with desire, covered in a mix of sloppy girl saliva and his own pre.

''I need you Chloe. Don't deny me this. Be my Christmas present.''

The girl panted, eyes flickering as she caught her breath, and she looked up at her guest. She scooted back along the bed, and she started to pull her panties downwards, gasping as the hard-little bullet of her excited clit brushed the material on their way down. She tossed them aside, and nodded to him with an air of shyness, laying back on her pillow. She spread her legs then, exposing the hot, unexplored cavern of her pussy; the light pink swollen with desire, with need, lightly parted. Her fingers stirred in the soft brown bush above it, and she panted gently.

''I will. If you'll be mine?''

By way of answer, the thick meat between his furred thighs slapped down atop her groin. The head twitched in eagerness, depositing a puddle of warm pre onto her bell. He grinned, flushed with eagerness, and pulled his hips back until he was in position, and let the heavy bell of his cockhead rest against the lips snugly, their shared warmth creating a kiss of mutual delight. He pressed forth; she gasped, and clung to his body as he leaned forth over her in the same motion. Another press, and he was halfway inside of her, her baking, silken innards caressing half of the meat.

She had heard this would hurt; her first time. There was some discomfort yes, but no sting, and certainly no pop. She was dealing with an arousal so intense that the usual suspects of a painful first time; nerves, lack of lubrication, lack of skill… were simply a non-issue. Her arms clung to her furry lover, clutching herself up to him, her heavy tits pressing to his powerful pecs, the cool leather strapping sending a chill through her body that contrasted beautifully with the warmth she felt everywhere else. The reindeer man grunted his own satisfaction, one strong hand gripping the bedsheets, the other on her hip. He kissed her then, rough and disarming, his muzzle pressing to her lips in a fit that was only slightly awkward, his broad tongue seeking hers for a few moments, before the nature of his size forced him to break it, and he straightened above her; he pulled his cock back to the tip, savouring the way her insides reluctantly let him go, his shaft glistening with her lube. He pressed forth again, with a snort of bliss, causing the girl to cry out in surprise as a bolt of pleasure coursed through her. Her pigtails seemed to almost jump as she squirmed beneath him, and her legs wrapped around his powerful hips as he gained his depth. His rough, thick groinfur meshed with her own silky thatch as he pushed his member into her hungry, waiting depths, his eyes half closed in a hazy bliss.

''Blitzen! Oh God Blitzen…. f…. fuck me!'' she wailed out, in wild abandon. All thoughts of reluctance, surprise, shock, gone in the face of the pure, total pleasure of having this taboo cock thrust deep into her welcoming little body. He complied. Both hands gripped her hips, and he snorted, a breath of steamy air escaping his muzzle. His short tail wiggled once as his nerves fired, each thrust and pull back a shared delight neither had experienced. His antlers bumped into the light on the ceiling, setting it to swaying as he fucked her eager form; the muscles on his powerful thighs visibly tightening as he ploughed into her sweet snatch, a lewd, soft squelching noise starting to emit from their place of union as mixed fluids ran.

Chloe began to near her peak. She knew of orgasms, had self-induced her fair share as any healthy teenager is wont to do. The sensation currently buzzing throughout her body however, was on another level entirely; the difference between discount meat and prime steak; and it was prime steak that was fucking her into a blissful oblivion. She cried out, her head tossing back, and her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Her hips bucked up to him, wantonly, desperate for his deposit of seed as her own sex clenched and spasmed in a white-hot orgasm. When the Reindeer tossed his head and brayed, she knew he was at his crescendo. He thrust, deep into her ready snatch, his groin meshing against hers as he came; ropes and ropes of sticky, hot slimy seed filling her eager core, cooling her fires and drowning out the aching soreness of her own blissful release.

They remained joined for a while, sweaty and shivering; her hands caressed his arms, and her shaking legs finally slipped down from around his waist. He withdrew from her, slowly, a soft smooch emitting from her wonderfully abused sex as the thick pole flopped free with a splat against his own muscular thigh; shiny, sticky, sated.

He surprised her then, by climbing onto the bed with her. Surprised her, and delighted her. She snuggled herself into the warmth of his chest, and kissed his chin, murmuring nothing in particular and nuzzling up to her lover. His own hands cupped her rear, squeezing it lightly, comfortingly.

''I suppose you'll be leaving soon?'' she whispered.

He knew he should; knew he must. He also knew, however, that he couldn't stay away. He smiled.

''For a while, soon. But I will return for you.''

She smiled, widely, and kissed his chin. ''I suppose you'll have to hide from my mother then?''

''Not necessarily…'' Blitzen grinned. Clarity was dawning on him; he did think it unusual, that he had been given this area of London to work with tonight. It was not part of his usual yearly route. In fact, it was Father Christmas himself who delivered here generally. Tonight, he had asked the lead reindeer for some assistance. Blitzen had wondered what the police uniform was all about, but he never did question the big man.

''For now, let's just get some sleep. If what I think is happening is indeed happening, then all will work out.'' He kissed her forehead gently. ''Merry Christmas, Chloe.''

She smiled. She trusted him, and she knew that things would work out; what she did not know, was that her adventures were only just beginning. ''Merry Christmas, Blitzen.'' She kissed him again, slow and sweet, as they lay in the warmth of her bed together, the snow falling lazily in the night sky outside.